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He dumped the glass on the small table next to the couch so he didn't crush it in his hands. "A few days after Lawson died, Wellington's wife, Lisa, came forward. Said she had lied about her husband being with her that night. She knew about the affair. He cheated on her half a dozen times in their marriage, but she always forgave him because she didn't want to lose him."
Jake dragged in a shallow breath. "You hear it on the news all the time. A cop thinks a suspect is reaching for a weapon, so he shoots."
Lily remained quiet for a time before she asked. "Were you fired?"
"No. After a thorough investigation, I was reinstated to the force."
"So you quit?"
"You've exiled yourself."
Jake stood and walked over to the window. He jammed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and stared outside at the black night, not seeing anything.
"You've also inflicted your very own punishment," she said behind him.
Jake didn't answer her. He expected her to leave. Why would she want anything to do with him now? He killed an innocent man, took his life away.
Suddenly, Lily stood next to him. She laid her hand on his arm. He forced himself to look at her. Her eyes were clear and unwavering.
That was the last thing he had expected to hear from her. Was she asking for his embrace so she could comfort him? "I don't need your pity. I have no one to blame but myself."
Hurt shadowed her eyes. He cursed himself.
"You're wrong. It's not pity." Her voice trembled. "I think we both need comfort."
Jake didn't respond, his hands still stuffed in his pockets. He ached to hold her, but he held back. He'd wanted hersince first meeting her.
"I haven't been held by a man since John died," she whispered. A moment later, she dropped her hand and turned away from him.
He caught her before she got far. He wrapped his arms around her. When her arms twined around his back, something cracked loose inside his heart. He buried his head in her soft, sweet-smelling hair. Jake heard her sigh and gathered her closer.
"Lily..." He found her lips and kissed her. A slow, gentle, exploring kiss. The taste of her bewitched him. He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.
She blinked, then whispered. "Kiss me again."
"Are you sure?"
The invitation in her eyes was unmistakable. Desire and need shimmered in her gaze. A carnal need swelled inside him as he smashed his lips against hers and parted her lips. His tongue pushed inside her, tasting her sultry flavor. Their tongues mated, danced, and seduced each other.
He broke the kiss abruptly. "Lily." His voice sounded rusty to his own ears. "Kiss me like that again, and I'll be carting you off to bed."
"I can walk." She untangled herself from him and grabbed his hand.
"You have to be sure."
She laid his hand on her cheek. "There are no guarantees. I'm as sure as I can be."
Lily's word struck a chord deep inside of him. There might not be a tomorrow.
Jake led her the short distance to the bedroom. His heart tightened, knowing he would be the first man for her since her husband died.
Standing beside the bed, he kissed her again with an even fiercer need. He felt her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his flannel shirt. She tore her lips from his and tugged her turtleneck over her head. Lily wore a black silk, long-sleeved underwear top. He'd never realized how seductive black silk underwear could be. He slid his hands under it, feeling skin as soft as the silk. Womanly skin that beckoned him. He peeled off the silk top to reveal a lacy black bra.
He cupped her soft, plump breasts, which fit his hands perfectly. As he kneaded her breasts, his cock grew rock-hard. Jake nipped at her neck. He felt her hands on the snap of his jeans, followed by the zipper gliding down. Lily's hand rubbed his throbbing erection through his briefs.
They stripped each other bare, then stood a foot apart and simply gazed into each other's eyes. His eyes roamed the length of her body. Her erect nipples were a dark, rosy color. Her hips were meant for having babies and cradling a man. Jake wrapped his arms around her and tumbled her to the bed. He settled himself between her legs and sucked on her nipple, inhaling the fresh, clean scent of her. Lily tasted sultry, erotic, and fresh.
He pushed his hand between her legs and fondled the curls on her mound. Lily's throaty moans fueled his desire for her. He raised his head and kissed her again, his tongue bullying inside of her mouth. Her moans and sighs of pleasure made his head reel. Her hot, soft body, flushed with heat, drove him crazy with lust and uncontrollable desire.
Posted January 29, 2013
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