Texas Lullaby (Texas Montgomery Mavericks Book 7) by Cynthia D’Alba

See you two later. Have fun.” She hung up.
    “You heard my mother. She said for us to have fun.”
    Lydia twisted in her seat to face him. “Did you have something specific in mind?”
    He grinned and lust hit her like a bolt of lightning. “Well, I was thinking we should finish what we started a couple of minutes ago.”
    “Without Brandi with an I?”
    Chuckling, he leaned across the console. “Definitely without Brandi with an I.” He kissed her. It was deep and wet and that one bolt of lust turned into a rainstorm.
    He pulled back. “What do you think?”
    She licked her lips, drew the taste of him into her mouth. “I’m wondering why we’re still sitting here in a parking lot.”
    Jason’s heart, and his SUV, were racing as he tore through Whispering Springs to get to his house. Never one to count chickens before they hatch, he’d nonetheless put clean sheets on his bed and vacuumed his bedroom. There was no reason for him to be feeling such nervousness about tonight. He and Lydia had made love hundreds of times.
    But tonight, Lydia was not the same woman she’d been a couple of months ago. Abrupt changes, like deaths of loved ones, did that to a person, changed them, made them reevaluate their own lives. He reminded the nervous quiver in his gut that she was still Lydia…still the woman he loved.
    On the other hand, the tension in his spine had him antsy, as though he were with someone new, a different woman that he’d never been with before.
    He pulled into his garage and shut off the engine. He noticed she was twisting her fingers together. He laid his hand over hers.
    “You’re nervous.”
    She shut her eyes and sighed. “I know. It’s silly.” Their gazes locked. “We were supposed to be an old married couple by now. Instead, it feels like we’re starting over somehow.” She shook her head. “That sounds so stupid.”
    He squeezed her fingers. “No, I understand. You’ve been through hell and back in the past month. There’s no pressure here. I can start the car and head back to your house if you want.”
    “Seriously?”
    She sounded so hopeful. Disappointment nibbled at his pride.
    “Sure.” He reached to restart the car, but she grabbed his hand.
    “Wait! I didn’t say I wanted to go home.”
    She smiled.
    He smiled back.
    He let her get into the house before he attacked, pushing her up against the wall, running his hands down her body, over her breasts, cupping the sweet flesh of her ass.
    “My God, Lydia. I’ve missed you,” he whispered in her ear before running the tip of his tongue around the edge.
    She rolled her head to the side, exposing the soft flesh of her long neck. He sucked her ear lobe between his lips and nibbled. She shivered and arched her groin firmly against him. As hard as his cock was, her sighs and moans and thrusting pumped additional blood to the region. The head of his dick pushed at his waistband, trying to find more room to expand.
    He slid his mouth to her neck, licking and nibbling his way down until he came to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She moaned as he bit the thick tendon there. And then his hands were everywhere, on her breasts, her waist, her butt and back to her breasts. Slipping his hands under her shirt, he pushed it up until he came to her bra, and he pushed that up too.
    “I need you,” he said in a low voice and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
    She cried out and began ripping at his clothes, shoving and unzipping him.
    He unfastened her bra and tore it down her arms, letting it fall to his kitchen floor before pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it away. Her full, luscious breasts heaved with her breathing. The sight ripped through him like a tornado. He leaned over and drew her flesh back into his mouth and pinched and tugged the other nipple to full erection. Then he moved his mouth to that breast and used his fingers to roll the first.
    Lydia wrapped one leg around his hip, bringing her hot center against his