Just Sex by Heidi Lynn Anderson

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    She selected a bottle, grabbed two glasses, some napkins and a corkscrew. “Get a hold of yourself.” She walked into the newly decorated living room and sat next to J.J. in front of the gas fireplace. The dim lights and fire flickered on the walls around them.
    “You turned on the fireplace.” She handed him a glass.
    “Hope you don’t mind. There’s a November chill in the air.”
    “It’s eighty-five degrees outside.” Kat opened the wine.
    “That’s cold for south Florida.” He played with a loose curl. “You are beautiful.” His finger stroked her cheek. “You excite me like no one else.”
    A moan rumbled in her throat. “I feel like a virgin on her wedding night.”
    Wine flowed from J.J.’s nose. “What? Why?” He set the glass down with a thud.
    “I don’t know,” she said and handed him a napkin.
    “Don’t be nervous.” He wrapped her into his arms and squeezed. “We won’t do anything if you don’t want to.”
    She knew her face turned the same shade as her fuchsia top. “I know, but I want to.”
    “I love when you get embarrassed.” He stroked the back of her hand and continued. “Like I said, we don’t have to do anything.”
    Kat decided to tell him what weighed on her heart the most. “I don’t want to disappoint you because I’m out of practice.”
    He leaned in close and whispered, “I want to have you like putty in my hands.”
    She shivered and admitted, “I want to feel you inside of me.”
    He adjusted his cock and kissed her forehead. “Any time,” J.J. said and he held her like a china doll. “Are you okay?”
    Fire exploded inside Kat and she kissed him, her tongue probing at his lips. They opened in invitation and she explored his mouth. Kat ran her hands under his shirt, up his tight stomach and stopped at his pecs. J.J.’s nipples beaded under her palms.
    It had been a long time since a man responded to her like this and Kat reveled in the power. He moaned and ran slow kisses over her face. J.J. found her ear and bit lightly. He ran his tongue from her ear down to her collarbone.
    Her pussy pulsed. “I think I’m going to catch fire.” Kat ran her hands back down his body to the front of his jeans. She tucked her fingertips under the band.
    “Stop that.” He stiffened and pushed her hand away.
    “Why?” Unease filled her. “Am I doing something wrong?”
    A moan and chuckle crossed in his throat. “No, you’re doing everything right. If you don’t stop, I’m going to embarrass myself.”
    Delight overwhelmed her. Kat ran her tongue over where her fingers had just been. J.J. buried his hands in her hair and shifted so she could gain better access. He bent in and kissed her senseless. J.J. ran his hands to her yoga pants and slipped them under the band.
    She stiffened. Ever since she’d had Sam and the surgery, Kat thought her belly was a gelatinous form with a mind of its own.
    He pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m a little self-conscious of my stomach.” She lowered her head so she wouldn’t see the pity on his face. “I don’t want you to be grossed out by the feel of it.”
    He laid his hands over her abdomen. “I’ve had my hands all over you.” His gaze burned into hers. “I think your stomach is fucking sexy.” J.J. rolled the waistband down her hips and kissed her navel.
    She jerked and he ran his hand down to her pussy. Kat arched under his touch. He kept his hand on her mound while he kissed and licked the soft skin on her belly. She quivered.
    He laid his head on her stomach.
    Kat couldn’t take his foreplay any longer. “J.J. Please.”
    “You’re so wet.” His finger slid over her clit. He pressed his mouth to her abdomen. “Do you like that?”
    Fireworks went off in her body. “Yes, I love the way you touch me.”
    J.J.’s hand massaged her clit. “You make me so hard it hurts!” He slid his middle finger into her ready pussy. “Talk to me,” he demanded.
    The need to rotate her hips into his