purred seductively. “I think you’re ready for round two, Detective.”
Pulse galloping, Sterling watched as she sat up and reached under her dress.
Smiling like a naughty schoolgirl, she pulled off her panties and tossed them at his face. He caught the scrap of silk with a laugh, enjoying her playfulness.
“So you act all shy and virginal at my grandmother’s house,” he teased, propping himself up on his elbows, “but out in public, you become an exhibitionist.”
Celeste gave a sultry laugh, squatting beside him to tug his jeans and boxers just past his hips. “You know what they say about preacher’s kids.”
“Umm-hmm,” Sterling agreed as she straddled his thighs, her dress billowing around them. The feel of her hot, moist cleft against his skin sent a jolt of raw hunger through him. If he hadn’t already gotten his second wind, that definitely would have done the trick.
He slid his hands beneath her dress and grasped the plump, curvaceous swell of her butt. Her skin felt like heated silk. As he caressed her bottom, she curved her arms around his neck and slowly undulated her hips.
Holding her smoky gaze, he leaned forward and captured her lower lip between his teeth, gently sucking it the way she liked. She shuddered with arousal, sliding her tongue into his mouth. They shared a long, deep, sensual kiss.
Pulling away, Sterling tugged down the bodice of her dress, humming appreciatively as her round, perky breasts spilled out over the top. He palmed them, rasping his thumbs over her nipples until they tightened. Lowering his head, he drew a dusky areola into his mouth. Celeste moaned as he laved and suckled her, first one nipple and then the other.
They stared into each other’s eyes as she raised her hips, then guided his erection into the snug, wet clasp of her sex. As they both groaned with pleasure, Sterling began thrusting into her. She moved naturally with him, their bodies rising and falling as one. Whatever else their problems might be, they’d always known how to satisfy each other.
As the tempo of their lovemaking increased, sweat dampened their skin and pooled between their joined bodies. Sterling groaned as he plunged in and out of Celeste, watching as she threw back her head and cupped her bouncing breasts.
The sight was so erotic that it blew his mind.
He felt her thighs begin to shake seconds before she whimpered, “I’m coming. Ohhh, Sterling… baby !”
Her back arched as the orgasm tore through her. Moments later Sterling exploded, tightly gripping her butt as he spilled into her womb.
Celeste dropped her head onto his shoulder as they both panted harshly, trying to catch their breath.
They remained locked together for several minutes, the air thick and warm around them.
At length Celeste sighed deeply. “I’ll never forget this night, Sterling.”
“Neither will I,” he said softly, then wondered if he’d only imagined the note of farewell in her voice.
Chapter Five
“Girl, I’m exhausted.”
Celeste glanced up from the magazine she’d been perusing to watch as Prissy wrapped a beach towel around her dripping, swimsuit-clad body and flopped down on the lounge chair beside hers.
Celeste smiled at her. “No wonder you’re exhausted. You’ve been swimming with the fellas all afternoon. If I didn’t know better, I would think you were training for the Olympics.”
“Not quite,” Prissy said wryly, smoothing her wet dark hair off her face. “I’m just trying to lose some weight.”
Celeste arched a surprised brow. “What for? You look great.”
“Thanks, girl,” Prissy said with a small, self-deprecating smile, “but we both know I could stand to lose a few pounds. I’m still carrying around some baby weight, and it’s been six years since Mason was born.” Celeste gaped at her. “You’re kidding, right? Prissy, you’re the mother of five children. Not one, not two. Five . Do you know how many women would kill to have your figure after