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waistband and shoved both hands under it. She touched the warm skin over Wil’s ribs but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.
    “This is crazy,” she murmured, unsure if she was telling Wil or herself.
    “It is,” Wil agreed, but she continued to kiss the underside of Jillian’s jaw.
    I should stop. This time Jillian was certain she didn’t speak aloud. Still, it was good advice. But when Wil’s fingers slid into her hair at the base of her skull, pleasure spread through her, hot and liquid, and melted her resistance.
    “The movers,” she practically whimpered as Wil’s teeth nipped at her neck. “Don’t—have much—time.”
    “I guess we’ll have to be quick,” Wil said against her skin, her lips caressing with each word.
    With one hand Wil struggled to push her shorts over her hips. Jillian grabbed the waistband and helped shove them down. After she kicked them off, Wil slid her palms against the back of her thighs and lifted her onto the counter.
    Desperate to be beneath Wil, Jillian broke the kiss and murmured, “Bedroom?”
    “No. Here.”
    She gasped when Wil cupped her hand against the cotton triangle between her legs. “Ah, you’re right. Here is much better.” She’d lost the ability to think about anything except having Wil’s hands on her. In her. Now. OhGodnow.
    When Wil squeezed her through her panties, her head swam and she fought the orgasm that threatened to wash over her. Not yet.
    “Don’t. I’ll come,” she pled when Wil’s fingers closed again, milking the pleasure from her flesh.
    “It’s okay.”
    She grasped Wil’s wrist firmly and stilled her hand. “Not like that. I want you inside.”
    Wil groaned and, fighting the urge to ignore Jillian’s request, pressed her face into Jillian’s neck and tried to gather her control. Somehow she knew if she continued to stroke Jillian to a quick climax, she wouldn’t resist. “God, you’re beautiful,” Wil murmured.
    Wil shoved aside Jillian’s panties and slid inside her. Heat surged between Wil’s thighs as warm, wet muscles pulsed around her fingers. Jillian wrapped her legs around her, hooking her heels on the back of Wil’s calves, and buried her hands in her hair. She met every thrust, as if the pistoning of her hips could propel her closer to the razor edge of release.
    “Harder,” Jillian moaned, tugging a fistful of Wil’s hair almost to the point of pain. Wil withdrew her fingers almost completely, and when she drove into Jillian, the heel of her hand pounded Jillian’s clit. “Oh, yes, that’s it.”
    “Come for me,” Wil demanded, as the rasp of Jillian’s encouragement and the bite of Jillian’s fingernails against her scalp drove her own ascension toward orgasm. “Now.” She dragged her tongue across Jillian’s collarbone, then bit the silky skin where her shoulder met her neck. Hard. Jillian cried out and, with one final thrust, locked her legs around Wil’s hips.
    Wil remained inside as the throbbing around her fingers eased.
    Jillian sighed and kissed her temple, then her lips. “That was—”
    The doorbell rang. Startled, Wil yanked her hand back and Jillian gasped as her fingers slipped out.
    “Shit. The movers.” Jillian slid to the floor, but her legs were weak and she might have fallen if Wil’s arm hadn’t come around her waist. She reached between them and fumbled with the fly of her shorts.
    “Let me.” Propping her against the counter, Wil nudged her hands aside and straightened her clothes. Then she tucked an errant strand of hair behind Jillian’s ear. “I’m not finished with you yet,” she said, kissing her quickly before taking her shoulders and steering her toward the front door.
    Jillian hoped the movers were quick.The feel of Wil’s hands was tattooed on her skin, and the promise of more had her trembling as she answered the door.
    Since she was going to live in the house for the coming weeks, in addition to furniture in one bedroom, she had elected to keep the