Desiring the Reilly Brothers: The Tempting Mrs Reilly / Whatever Reilly Wants... / The Last Reilly Standing

“Oh, Brian, it’s been too long.” Her hands swept up and down his back, sliding over the familiar as though it were new.

“Don’t think about that now,” he said, frowning as he bent to kiss her once, twice. “Don’t think at all.”

“Don’t give me time to think,” she said and lifted her arms to encircle his neck, holding him tight, welcoming him with her body as well as her words. Welcoming him with everything she had. Everything she was.

He entered her body on a sigh and she felt—for the first time in far too long—complete.

Instantly, they were caught up in the rhythm. The slap of flesh to flesh, the thunder of hearts beating in time and the desire that pulsed around them, drawing them closer and uniting them into a single unit—as it always had.

Tina held on to him, lifting her legs, locking them around his hips and holding him tight, pulling him in deeper. Rocking her hips in time with his, she followed the frantic pace he set and gave herself up to the wonder of being in his arms again.

Her body quickened, sparkling with a renewed need that Brian hurried to meet. He thrust in and out of her heat, claiming and reclaiming all that had once been his. And she felt the strength of what they’d had and lost shimmering in the moonlight around them.

Her heart ached as her body sang and all Tina could do was hold him, cradle his body within hers and make these moments with him a memory that would sustain her long after she went home.

As the first tremors rocked her, Tina held him even tighter and raced with him to a climax that shook the foundations of everything they most believed. And as his body emptied into hers, she heard him whisper her name like a prayer.

“Damn it.”

Tina tipped her head back on the pillow of his chest and looked up at him. Smiling, she ran the tips of her fingers across his broad chest and said, “Not exactly the reaction most women look for after incredible sex.”

“Incredible, huh?” His mouth twitched, then a heartbeat later, he was scowling. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Well,” she said, turning into him and sliding up the front of his body in a deliberately slow, sinuous move, she brushed her hardened nipples against his chest. “Then I don’t want to talk about whatever you do mean. Not now, anyway.”

“No, we have to talk about this….” His voice trailed off as she slid slowly back down his body, trailing kisses and long swipes of her tongue over his flesh as she went. “Tina, cut it out.”

She smiled against his abdomen. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” she teased and shifted even lower.

“Yes—no—”

“Well, that’s clear.” Tina couldn’t let him talk. Not now. She didn’t want him regretting what they’d done because she wanted to do it again. And again. And again.

And not just because she wanted his baby growing inside her.

She did.

But more than that, she wanted Brian’s body growing inside her, filling her, pushing her to heights she’d never reached with anyone else. She wanted him to want her as much as she did him.

She wanted him to love her as she did him.

That thought crashed through her mind and she at last admitted the plain, pitiful truth.

She’d never stopped loving her husband.

She’d never gotten over Brian Reilly.

And she didn’t want to try.

That’s why she wanted his child. If she couldn’t have him in her life, she at least wanted a part of him to love.

“You’re distracting me,” he muttered.

“Good,” she said and lifted her head long enough to smile at him. Then she bent and kissed his hard flesh, stroking the sensitive tip of him with her tongue. He gasped, dragging air into his lungs.

“Still distracted?” she asked.

“Come here,” he demanded and sitting up, reached for her, dragging her along his body until he could flip her onto her back on the mattress. He kissed her, taking her mouth, stealing her breath, giving her his. His tongue met hers in a tangled dance of promise.

“No more talking.”

“Who wants to talk?” she countered, grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him close. This is what she’d missed, she thought wildly. Being a part of Brian’s life. Being able to turn to him in the night and find this warmth, this need, this hunger for her.

How she’d missed Brian.

She parted her legs for him and he moved quickly, eagerly, to enter her again. As if he couldn’t bear another moment apart from her. Tina took him inside and felt the first staggering blasts of reaction dazzling within. He moved, his hips rocking, and sent waves of dizzying pleasure surging through her.

Tina planted her feet on the mattress and rocked hard against him, taking him deeper, higher inside. She moved, and he tormented. His mouth continued its tender assault on hers and as their bodies mated, they clung together, each taking something of the other.

He groaned and Tina swallowed the sound, burying it deep within. The first tiny tremors shook her as they built to an all encompassing finale and as Brian’s body tightened, she held him to her, and this time, they took the fall together.

Chapter Eight

The rest of the night passed in a glorious haze of passion. Minutes crawled past and bled into hours that swept them both along on memories and a rush of desire that had been dammed up too long.

Dawn was just tracking colorful fingers across the horizon when Tina stretched, yawned and turned her head to glance out the window.

Every square inch of her body felt thoroughly used. Brian hadn’t missed a trick and had, in fact, picked up a few new ones since the last time they’d been together. If her heart ached a little at the knowledge that he’d undoubtedly been with other women since they’d separated, she wouldn’t let him know it. She would bury that ache and keep it to herself. After all, she hadn’t exactly lived like a nun for the past five years either.

But she was honest enough to admit, at least to herself, that no one had ever touched her the way Brian did. With another man, it was simply sex. With Brian, it was lovemaking that bordered on the spiritual.

She shifted her gaze back to him and smiled. Even sleeping, Brian didn’t look innocent. He looked—dangerous. And he was. At least to her sense of well-being.

But with his dark blue eyes closed, she could indulge herself by studying him as she would any other gorgeous work of art. His chest rippled with muscles tanned to a deep, rich brown, despite his Irish heritage. A scattering of black hair swept down the center of his chest and disappeared beneath the pale green sheet they’d at last crawled under sometime during the night. One arm cocked behind his head, he slept with a smile on his face and damned if it wasn’t an arrogant, self-satisfied smirk.

But, since she knew a like smile was currently curving her own mouth, she couldn’t really blame him for it. One night with Brian was better than a hundred nights with anyone else. And how sad for Tina to discover that truth only to have to leave him again.

Hopefully though, this time when they parted, she would take a small piece of him with her. She dropped one hand to her abdomen and spread her fingers wide across it, as if already cradling the minute child that might be within.

“When a woman smiles like that,” Brian said softly, “makes a man wonder what she’s thinking about.”

Tina started, then guiltily moved her hand from her belly to reach for the sheet, pulling it up to cover her breasts. “Um…”

He grinned. “Good answer.” Then he turned onto his side, swept the sheet aside and cupped one of her breasts in his palm.

Tina sucked in a breath as his thumb and forefinger teased and tweaked her nipple.

“You’re not feeling shy all of a sudden, are you?”