“Ahhhhhh!” The scream is wrenched from her throat, and she tips her head back to rest on my shoulder. “Shit, Jared. Yes.”
A shudder runs through her soft curves, and she contracts around me, squeezing every ounce of pleasure out of the connection between our bodies.
Okay. We definitely h
ave a walk of shame when we leave this library, but I don’t give a damn because an orgasm takes ruthless possession of my entire body. Fire claws through my blood, smoke blows over the nerve endings in my calves, thighs. A tremor overtakes me as I empty into my woman.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Every word is accompanied by a piston thrust into my wife’s limp body. Her back rests against my chest, and she’s just receiving me now, so blissed out I have to hold her up when my own legs feel like Jell-O and I’m not sure how much longer I can stand. An upper shelf rains down several books, and I have to shift us a few inches to avoid the falling hardbacks.
Banner’s husky chuckle comes as I’m finishing inside her, coming down, crashing hard. I push her hair aside again, licking the hickey I left on the back of her neck and scattering kisses across her bare shoulders.
“¿De qué te ríes?” I ask. She loves it when I speak Spanish. It’s not my native language like it is for her, and she’s been helping me get better at it.
“I’m laughing at us wrecking this poor man’s library,” she replies in Spanish.
At least I think that’s what she says.
“We’ll clean up.” I glance from the books to the upper shelves from which they fell. “Well what we can reach.”
I lean deeper into her back for a moment, relishing the dampness of her skin. I kiss the hair curling at her neck from perspiration. My hands go to her hips and then around to cup her stomach where the bodice of her dress bunches at her waist. The original reason I suggested the party rushes back to mind. August and Iris called from San Diego with good news. They’re having a baby. Is the whole damn world fertile? I’m pelted with pregnant women at every turn.
Banner didn’t flinch or wince or even grimace at the news, but gave them the full measure of her enthusiasm. We laughed with them and even talked about it after they hung up. I asked Banner if she was fine, and she assured me she was. I even believed her.
Still.
I thought getting out of the house on New Year’s Eve might be a good distraction if she felt any lingering disappointment that it’s not our time yet.
“You sure you’re okay?” I ask, rubbing my chin into her hair.
She covers my hands on her stomach with hers and leans back, tilting her head to catch the concern I know must be in my eyes.
“Jared, I told you I’m fine.”
She smiles, and that dimple dents her cheek. My heart pinches. I knew in college there was something about this woman that would captivate me forever if I let it. If I let her. Turns out there was no letting. I had no choice in the matter. Even shoving it to the back of my mind for years did no good. As soon as I was in Banner’s orbit again, I was hers. And she was mine, even though I had to take her from Zo.
Collateral damage.
God knows Zo has been through enough and deserves some good. Hearing that he and Graciela are having a baby, I’m happy for them. And I was happy for Gus and Iris. Of course, I am. I’m gonna be an uncle again. But I want to make sure my girl is processing it all well.
She pulls away, and I hate leaving her body. I spot a box of Kleenex on the edge of the desk and grab a handful.
“Hey.” I pull her around to face me, and holding her gaze with mine, reach under her dress between her legs and wipe at the wetness leaking down the inside of her thighs before pulling her thong back in place. Her lashes flutter and she looks up at me, fresh desire in her eyes. She’s as easily turned on as I am.
Hallelujah.
“When we get home,” I say, leaning to toss the Kleenex in the trash before pulling her dress up to cover those glorious breasts. “I’m fucking you again.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth, Foster,” she says, her laugh low and naughty.
“You just worry about what I’m putting in your mouth before the night is over.”
“Blowing in the New Year.” She smiles and licks her lips. “I like it.”
We’re sliding the last fallen books back in place when, through the library window, a few preliminary fireworks flash like a fire-flung kaleidoscope over the iconic Hollywood hills. Seconds later the countdown begins, faint and drifting from the party down the hall.
Ten. Nine.
“It’s almost midnight,” Banner says, anticipation widening her smile.