“You aren’t taking advantage of having me in this position.”
“No?” He nipped at her neck. “What should I be doing?”
She wagged her hips, rubbing herself against his erection. He groaned. At last his fingers slid into the cleft between her thighs. She almost cried out at the pleasure.
“You’re so hot,” he muttered, his tone guttural and low. “It makes me crazy how wet you get.”
“Show me.” She bent forward at the waist and let her hands fall to the mattress.
From between his teeth came a savage curse. JT seized her hips and in one swift move plunged into her. The position offered Violet a whole new range of sensation and she released a soft “oh” of surprise.
JT kissed her back. “Are you okay?”
“Wonderful. Perfect.” She sucked in a breath and laughed. “In fact, it’s fabulous. Keep going.”
Snorting his amusement, JT began rocking against her. Faster than Violet would have imagined, she felt an orgasm rising to meet her. And when JT reached between her thighs and plucked at the knot of nerves, she went off like a rocket.
“Yes!”
JT picked up his pace and continued to fondle her. To Violet’s intense shock, she didn’t settle to earth on a golden cloud like normal, but felt another pulse of pleasure stab her. She quaked as her second climax roared through her.
Before she had a chance to marvel at the wonder of it all, JT dove into her hard two more times and was claimed by his own release. He collapsed onto her back, his chest vibrating with laughter.
Catching her around the waist, he shifted his weight and rolled them onto the mattress. They landed in a tangle of limbs. JT pushed himself up so he could peer into her face. He had to brush her hair away from her eyes before he could meet her gaze.
“Did you just come twice?” he demanded in amazement.
She grinned. “I believe I did.”
“You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever been with.”
His words were sweet music to her ears. She’d never had a man appreciate her lovemaking the way JT did. And the feeling was mutual. He made her feel like a goddess. It was heady stuff for a girl who’d too often been self-conscious in bed.
“It’s only because you’re such a wonderful lover.”
He sobered. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” She couldn’t imagine what she’d said to make him look so unhappy.
“Downplay how terrific you are.”
She squirmed a little beneath his intense regard. “I get uncomfortable when anyone says nice things about me.”
“Why is that?”
“I guess I don’t always believe that I deserve it.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
She lifted one shoulder and let it fall. “Ever since I was three, I knew my father didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I thought that was my fault.”
“But you know it wasn’t.”
It was easier to talk about her insecurities when she was staring at his chin. His outraged expression made her feel even worse. “These days, sure. But it hurt for a long time and I forged some armor that I wear when I’m feeling vulnerable.”
“You don’t need to wear it around me.”
He kissed her with reverent gentleness, endeavoring to heal her hurts with tenderness. Violet’s chest ached. Falling deep in love with him was so easy when he offered her his support like this. But she couldn’t help but be saddened by the fact that he wouldn’t let her help him in kind.
In the calm after their earlier passion, JT and Violet snuggled in his big bed, their hands offering comfort and connection, their lips meeting in affection. They exchanged no words. The union of their bodies was an effortless way to communicate.
Violet didn’t return to the problem of how to broach the subject of his father’s possible identity theft until almost five in the morning. JT lay on his stomach beside her, hands buried under the pillow, his features softened by sleep. She reclined on her side, head propped in her hand and watched him. Memories of their lovemaking moved through her nerves like a breeze through a weeping willow. Her hormones stirred lazily in response.
Too wide awake to sleep and knowing she’d be tempted to rouse JT if she kept staring at all his naked glory, Violet slipped from the bed and put on a robe. The moratorium regarding her skinny-dipping had been lifted and she padded downstairs. Earlier, their hasty retreat to the bedroom meant that the living room’s glass walls had not been closed. Nor had the lights been turned off anywhere. Violet moved through the various rooms and left a trail of darkness in her wake.
The warm night air pressed against her skin as she stripped off the robe and used the stairs to enter the pool. Despite the water’s comfortable temperature, she shivered. Swimming had always been both a way to exercise and a method for sorting through whatever problems she was having.