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.But Emily—the librarian, his thinker—wasn’t for slowing down or taking pity on what was happening to him.She wrapped her arms around his neck and stepped into his body, squirming in his arms so that her damp nipples rode his pectoral muscles and her soft, hot and petaled sex found what it needed against his fingertips.Moaning, she pushed harder against him, and he felt more moisture spill over his hand.He followed its path, smoothing one long finger, then two, into the clasping confines of her body, moaning himself now as her interior muscles gripped him and she came.He watched the release dawn across her face, her lashes falling to her cheekbones, her lips parting on silent, unsteady breaths, her flush racing across her creamy skin to make her even more beautiful.With anyone else, he would have been hard-pressed to hold off and not move instantly into finding his own pleasure, but then this was pleasure, his arms around Emily, his body sheltering hers, keeping her safe as he’d promised, as she came back to herself…and to him.Shy, he wasn’t surprised to discover, as she gave a last little shiver and then glanced up at him from under her eyelashes.But then her hand stroked his chest, heading for a path straight to the fly of his jeans.He caught it, and brought her fingers to his mouth.“I loved that,” he said against them.“I loved that and want to do it all over again.”She went on tiptoe to kiss his chin.“Will—”“Gets to start all over again,” he said, his voice firm.And then he walked backward, keeping her warm naked body against his, until the back of his knees hit the bed.He went over, taking her with him.And then he did it again—went over, taking her with him—with both of them naked and moving together as if they’d been lovers forever…and not just in all his long-ago dreams.Emily sat across from Will at his kitchen table, her hair damp, her feet bare, her body wrapped in his robe.Resting her chin on her hand and her elbow beside the glass of wine he’d poured her, she watched him move around the kitchen.He sent her a wry look as he slid a frozen pizza into the oven.“I’m sorry to say it’s Italian two nights in a row and nothing as special as the spaghetti you made yesterday.It was our staple Tuesday-and-Thursday dinners when I was raising the kids and I can’t seem to break myself out of the habit of buying and eating them.”Emily waved off his apology, amused by the way that he spoke of his brothers and sisters as “the kids.” Okay, he could have called them “the crocodiles” and she would still have been smiling.Sex with Will seemed to put her in a good mood.She’d had sex before, of course.And she could remember vividly enough how awkward it could be after the first encounter with a man.But this was Will.He’d known her before she could fill out a bathing suit.Before she’d started shaving her legs.When she thought the height of devotion was throwing pine cones at the object of her affection.Will had given her her first kiss and it only made sense that he’d also give her her first stress-free, after-sex experience.He paused to glance at her again after pulling a bagged salad out of his refrigerator.“You okay? You’re quiet, but you look…”“Fine,” she told him, sipping at the red wine and letting it warm her already-warm insides.“I’m just fine.”She spoke the truth.It seemed that the release of the sexual tension simmering between herself and Will had released other tension as well.The last couple of years she’d been in knots, worrying about her mother’s failing health and then wondering where she was going in her own life.Not to mention Izzy’s exhortation to get out there and live a little instead of turning to books in order to satisfy her need for emotional experiences.So she’d finally listened, and the result was spectacular…and the aftereffects weren’t bad either.There was the residual warmth of sexual pleasure humming through her and the complete lack of need on her part to figure out where she and Will would go next
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