Tracy Solheim - Foolish Games

Her hands hovered between them until they finally landed on his chest. He sucked in a breath at the contact. Will was right; she needed to spit out what she wanted to say before things got out of hand.

“I lied,” she breathed as his lips found the curve of her neck.

“You don’t say.”

He was being annoying again, and she dug her fingernails into his chest. He winced before pulling her in closer, his erection nudging against her. Julianne let out a breathy moan before using her lips to soothe the nail marks she’d left on his pectoral muscles.

One of his hands was pushing down her shorts as the other caressed her breast. Julianne needed to tell him before she totally lost her train of thought.

“I lied about the night on Sea Island,” she gasped.

Will pulled back to look at her, his eyes cloudy with desire as he sarcastically arched an eyebrow.

“Go on.”

She bit her bottom lip and took the coward’s way out by avoiding his eyes, instead focusing on his chest.

“That night. I remember it. All of it.”

He placed a finger under her chin, raising her eyes to meet his. “Prove it,” he challenged.

She’d pushed him beyond reason. Will had tried to warn her, but as usual, Julianne had been stubborn and wouldn’t listen. So now he was going to take what she was offering, the hell with talking. Talking was overrated anyway.

They were both naked except for the sexy excuse for a shirt she wore. Julianne slowly pulled it over her head, flinging it to the floor as though she’d practiced the move many times. Will’s mouth went dry at the sight. She took a step closer and their bodies were skin to skin, both of them hot and hard. Waiting for her to make a move was killing him.

Snaking her hands up over his shoulders, she cradled his jaw before finally pulling his head down to meet hers.

“You sure you’re okay with not talking about this first?” he murmured as his lips hovered above hers.

“Stop being such a girl and kiss me.”

It was all the encouragement Will needed. One quick move and he had her sprawled out on the bed. He crawled over her, taking his time, letting his lips get reacquainted with her body, inch by lovely inch.

“Will,” she gasped as he pressed tender kisses along the soft belly that had given him his son. She fisted her hands in his hair. “Come here so I can touch you.”

But Will wasn’t in a hurry. He’d dreamed about having her back in his bed for months now, and he meant to enjoy every moment of it. With his hands, he traced her hips, fuller now after childbirth. She writhed beneath him, her body anxious. He blew a quick breath on her nipples and she groaned, her hand gripping his shoulders.

When he was eventually face to face with her, he could see the desire, and desperation, reflected in her eyes. She didn’t waste a minute, pulling his head down to hers and kissing him. Will let her have her way for a moment before taking over, his tongue twining with hers. Julianne wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her pelvis against his. He was on the verge of losing control, but he didn’t want the frenzied coupling they’d had on Sea Island. Tonight, he wanted more.

Pulling out of the kiss, he rested on his forearms and stared down at Julianne’s flushed face. She was panting beneath him, and that turned him on even more.

“Somebody’s in a hurry.” His own breathing wasn’t much better than hers.

“Well, that’s because one of us has been doing without for a long time,” she huffed. “While the other one . . . hasn’t.”

That was something he refused to feel guilty about, though. Yes, he’d been in a relationship throughout most of Julianne’s pregnancy. But had she told him about the baby, things would have been different. Obviously he thought so now, but if he was being honest, he wasn’t entirely sure.

He lowered his lips to her shoulder. “This is why we needed to talk first.”

“Yeah, probably.” A tear rolled down the side of her face.

Will erased its path with his lips. His hand caressed her belly before moving lower.

“It’s okay, Princess; I’m going to take pity on you.” He eased a finger inside her and her body clenched around it. Will sucked in a breath. “Is this what you wanted?”

She gasped. “It’ll do for right now.”

Smiling, he eased down to take possession of one of her breasts. They were fuller than he remembered and, as his mouth closed around her nipple, his body jerked in anticipation of what was to come. Julianne’s moans of pleasure were driving him wild, the rhythm of his thrusting finger meeting the cadence of her gyrating hips.

She came on a long, deep moan that nearly caused him to climax along with her. Will sank his teeth into her shoulder, then laved the tender spot with his tongue.

“Better?” Will asked when their breathing had returned to near normal.

“Mmm.” She smiled slyly before wrapping her hand around him.

Will closed his eyes at her touch. He wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up. Reaching over to his nightstand, he withdrew a condom from his wallet. Before he had it open, Julianne snatched it from his hand, pushing Will over onto his back.

“It’s my turn.” She deftly rolled the condom over his erection.

Will arched an eyebrow at her as she straddled him.

“Do your best, Princess.” He tucked his hands behind his head.

Julianne leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose, the move so unexpected it was erotic. The curtain of her hair created a sensual cocoon as she kissed his closed eyes, his jaw, and the corners of his mouth.

“Julianne,” he begged, and her tongue was suddenly in his mouth, this kiss more intimate than the last. He sucked on her lower lip and she reacted by grinding her ass against his erection.

“Julianne!” he nearly shouted.

Humming contentedly, she moved lower to gently suck on his neck. “Now who’s in a hurry?” she teased, a fingernail scoring his nipple, causing his body to buck beneath her.

That was the last straw. Will grabbed her by the hips, positioning her over the top of him, and thrust home. She was tighter than he expected, especially after having a baby. He had to catch his breath in order to slow himself down. Julianne’s sharp intake of her own breath refocused his attention.

“You okay?” he ground out.

“Oh, God, yes,” she breathed. “It’s wonderful. You’re wonderful.” She rose up on her knees before slowly coming back down. “Actually, I think wonderful may be an understatement.”

Slow wasn’t going to cut it for Will. He let her have her way for a few strokes before bringing her head down for a lingering, deep kiss. Grasping her hips, he increased the pace. Julianne threw her head back, and Will was mesmerized by the sway of her breasts. He leaned up to take one in his mouth.

She moaned his name. Pressing him flat against the bed, she adjusted their angle, still meeting him thrust for thrust. Will reached a thumb between them, searching for her sweet spot. She climaxed nearly immediately, a sob escaping her throat.

He wrapped her legs around his hips and flipped them over, driving into her until she came again. Only then did he let himself follow her over the edge. The ocean churned in the darkness as they lay on the bed, their bodies tangled together. It was several minutes before they both slowly came back to earth.

“Hmm,” Julianne sighed, a glow of faint contentment spreading over her face. “That was so much better than my dreams.” She stroked his calf with the insole of her foot, reawakening his sated nerve endings.

“Not only did you remember, but you dreamed about it, huh?” Will’s flagging ego did a little touchdown dance.

He felt her smile against the bare skin on his shoulder. “It’s all coming back to me now. I seem to remember there was more.” Her husky voice had his body stirring.

“So do I. Much more.” Will bent his head and kissed her softly on her swollen lips. She opened her mouth and her arms to him, and the kiss turned fiery in seconds. Needing no more encouragement than Julianne’s heated body, he proceeded to reenact the rest of their evening on Sea Island.

Owen’s urgent cries woke them several hours later. Will traipsed down to the kitchen to make the bottle, while Julianne changed their son. They fed him sitting against the headboard of Will’s bed, her back pressed against his chest as she cradled the baby, Will’s arms wrapped protectively around them both.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go parasailing?” Hank asked as they boarded the ferry to Bald Head Island. It was Saturday afternoon of a holiday weekend, and Annabeth was already feeling guilty about leaving the shop. Hank had arrived an hour earlier carrying a large insulated picnic basket and wearing his devastating smile, making him hard for Annabeth to resist. Her assistant, Lynnette, had taken one look at the man and practically shoved her out the door, insisting Sophie was all the help she needed.

Annabeth was still kicking herself for agreeing to have dinner with Hank, and that was when she thought they’d be in a crowded restaurant with all the holiday beachgoers. A sunset picnic on a secluded island sounded dangerous. And romantic at the same time.

Clearly, she’d had too much wine the other night when she’d agreed to this. But Julianne’s words had been reverberating in her head, giving Annabeth a false sense of bravery. Their trek to the Patty Wagon was pleasant enough, with Sophie and Brody taking turns steering the conversation. When it was time for Annabeth to walk home, however, Brody quickly excused himself to meet a new acquaintance at Pier Pressure, Chances Inlet’s night spot, while Sophie claimed to have a program she wanted to watch on cable and disappeared into the inn. Both their exits seemed a bit contrived, but Annabeth didn’t resist Hank’s escort home.