Abducted Heart (Z-Series) by Jerri Drennen Page B

with every brush of his lips and tongue, every gyration of his body against hers.
    Intense heat coursed through him and, with a need to cool down, he moved her to straddle him, then stripped off his shirt. He reveled in the look of complete wonder on Casey's face. The gesture fired his blood, made him want her even more.
    It was Lynch's turn to see how much her body had matured in the years they'd been apart. He grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up, the dark v of curls between her legs making his mouth water.
    He tugged the garment over her head and chucked it, his gaze focusing in on her drawn tight, dusty rose nipples. He took both breasts in his palms, amazed at how they seem to fit perfectly there.
    Casey threw her head back, content with his appraisal.
    Lynch pulled her up and took one of the ivory mounds into his mouth, her moan of delight causing his heart to triple pace. This woman fueled his system. Hell, she always had.
    But she's married, Lynch. Maybe you should stop now before things go too far ?
    “Oh God,” Casey said, her fingers sliding through his hair.
    Who was he kidding? He couldn't stop if he wanted to. She was like a drug to a junkie.
    He moved to the other breast, swirling her nipple around his tongue, causing her to arch her back. She reached a hand reached behind her and dug into his thighs. Lynch noted how wet she'd become against his belly, and the thought of tasting her became overwhelming.
    He took hold of her waist and brought her down on the cushions of the sofa, then spread her legs and cupped her ass, drawing her up, his tongue working at the folds of her pussy. The woman tasted of warm summer and rain. He licked her, nipping at her clitoris, evoking her juices until her legs began to shake.
    Lynch pulled away and worked out of his jeans, watching Casey as he did, her eyes shining with passion.
    Before tossing the pants, he extracted his wallet, pulled out the condoms he always carried and tore open one package and rolled it on his cock.
    He came to her, his lips on hers and buried himself deep in her heat, forcing himself to hold back, wanting to savor every second.
    Casey clawed his ass, and Lynch fought the urge to come, but first he was going to give her pleasure, make her beg for more, then he could give in to his own release.
    Lynch pumped hard into her, lifting her up to meet each thrust, her sighs of delight intensifying the experience. When she called his name and tightened around him, he quickened his rhythm, taking her over the edge twice before he gave into his own need, the force leaving him exhausted.
     
    *
     
    Lynch dropped onto Casey, then flipped her to lie on top of him. She couldn't think past what had just happened between them. Ten years ago, making love to him had been wonderful, now it was earth-shattering. Her body had quaked more times than she could even count and each seemed more powerful than the last.
    She took in a calming breath, her hand cupping Lynch's pec, his heart thudding wildly.
    Casey had always thought there was something so surreal about her and Lynch's relationship, something unexplainable. Now she knew that for sure. No two people fit so perfectly together—caused such powerful chemistry without there being something special between them. But with that intense emotion was also extreme heartache. Lynch had caused such pleasure and such pain. How did one balance the two?
    He ran his hand through her hair and brought her out of her melancholy. She kneaded his chest, enjoying how the muscle bunched under her touch.
    She looked up at him, and her heart stopped. His gray eyes were warm, almost loving. Then again he'd always been that way after they'd made love. Yet that hadn't stopped him from walking away from her and never looking back.
    The thought sent a chill of apprehension through her. She had to remember that he lived in Virginia and had to eventually go home. He had a job and a life, and from what she could tell, he was content