Defending Serenty by Elle Wylder Page A

up.
    She finds her clit and brushes a finger over
it. Slowly at first then moving into a faster, demanding rhythm.
She watches me the whole time and I’m struck by how damned
beautiful she is. Her skin is flushed. Her eyes hazy with lust. And
when she comes, she drops her head back and cries out my name. Her
pussy squeezes my cock and it’s even better than the last time. I
can’t hold back any longer and claim her mouth as I pound into her,
fucking her harder. She’s still working her clit and she comes just
after my orgasm over takes me. It’s so damned good I don’t know the
words to describe it. Better than any dream I had during the years
apart and that scares me. One day soon she’s going to wake up and
come to her senses. Then where will I be?
    I don’t want to think about that tonight so I
carry her to the bed and slowly pull out of her. Sensation shoots
through me when her pussy flutters. I groan and lay her down. It’s
chilly in the room so I drag the blanket over her though I hate to
hide her gorgeous body. I dispose of the condom and join her,
pulling her into my arms. She’s a perfect fit and when she snuggles
closer she rubs her ass against my cock. I’m primed and ready for
round two in an instant but she’s dead to the world. I resign
myself to an uncomfortable night and hope for sleep.

Chapter Seven
    Trace
     
    The longer I walk around free, the more I
consider possible futures, and Serenity always takes center stage.
Revenge against the woman has been a driving force in my life for
so long I’ve failed to look beyond it. She’s under my skin, and I
don’t know how to get her out. I’m not sure if I want to, but she’s
been my focus for so long now that I’ve tasted her, I can’t see
beyond her. Maybe I’ve never seen beyond her.
    I’m distracted from my thoughts when a car
turns in the drive and honks its horn. Walker must be back. Leaning
under the hood of my old Camaro, I have an unobstructed view of the
front door and nod when he walks into the garage. I glance at the
clock over the office door and curse. Serenity has some Christmas
country club thing she has to go to that disreputable Trace Graham
isn’t welcome at, but I’m hoping for a quickie before she
leaves.
    Rushing, I pick up my tools, lock up the car
and jog to the house to catch a quick shower. Ten minutes later I
walk in her kitchen door. I slow down only long enough to grab one
of the beers I’d left in her fridge, then stride into her bedroom
and look around.
    A long red dress hangs on the back of the
closet door and perfume scents the air. I approach the open
bathroom door and lean against the frame, crossing my arms over my
chest. She’s leaning over the counter applying makeup to her
eyelashes with a wand, wearing a red lace bra and panties with
thigh high stockings. My cock throbs at the picture she makes and
it takes all my restraint to keep from tossing her on the bed.
She’s already late.
    I twist the top off the beer bottle and toss
it into a nearby wastebasket. Taking a long draw, I watch her screw
the wand back into its tube and reach for some lipstick. It is a
bright shade of red--hell if I know which one--but when she turns
to me, I’m sure of its effect on me. With her hair knotted
intricately on her head and her face made up, she is sexy as hell.
And she has not gone to all this trouble for me.
    “Hey,” she finally speaks to me.
    “Hey.”
    I don’t reach for her or move out of her way,
wishing that just once she’d greet me like she wants me around. She
keeps our relationship on a purely sexual level. But that’s what I
want, right?
    “I’m really late, Trace. I need to get
dressed.”
    I step back from the doorway and watch her
drop the dress over her head and shimmy it down her hips and
thighs. A zipper hangs open down the back and stepping into high
heels, she looks at me over her shoulder.
    “Can you zip me up?”
    “Sure.”
    Drawing her near, I blow a soft breath on the
nape of her