Unexpected Chances by Carly Phillips Read Free Book Online

could move or that another orgasm was possible, but when he shifted his hips beneath her, she changed her mind. The rhythmic rotation of his pelvis and the intimate contact of her feminine mound against his body had the contractions starting all over again.
    “Do it,” he told her. “Make me come,” he said, his hands gripping her waist tight.
    She did as he asked and took control, shifting her hips from side to side, lifting her body up and down over his, so he moved in and out at her whim. And it seemed that was what he’d been waiting for before he let himself go, too.
    His orgasm was explosive, his body practically slamming upward into hers and making her peak a second time. But now she forced her eyes open and watched him as he came, eyes shut tight, jaw clenched and lost in shared pleasure and ecstasy, and it was all she could do not to cry and let her overwhelming emotions betray her.
    He fell back against the floor, his hands still on her waist, as sated and exhausted as she. She collapsed against him, their breathing coming together in rapid gulps. His heart pounded against her forehead, and she swallowed hard, fighting back the feelings he’d inspired. The overwhelming love she felt for this man frightened her because she did still love him. Had probably never stopped.
    He completed her, she realized now, and as he held her tight, she wondered if this moment together would be one of their last. Because he’d never be satisfied in Acton, the small town with its slow pace and lack of excitement. The town he’d happily left behind once before.
    *     *     *
    A quick kiss, no explanation, and Dylan left first thing the next morning. Holly told herself she was glad that things had played out as she’d expected. She told herself she could handle the brief fling he obviously wanted and intended. And she’d keep telling herself that until she believed her own words.
    She stopped at the office to do some insurance paperwork and see a few sick patients, before heading to the grocery store to fill her empty refrigerator and then on to the department store to get more gifts. Christmas carols played over the speakers in the supermarket as she loaded her cart. As usual, the store was the central meeting place, and more than one friendly face commented on Dylan’s return and how his car had been parked on her street late into the night.
    Her face flushed hot with the first remark, and she was certain her cheeks remained pink as she went up and down the aisles. By the time she reached the checkout line and pushed her cart behind Dylan’s mother, of all people, she was sure she had reached her maximum state of mortification.
    “Holly, honey, how are you?” Kate asked, as she placed her items onto the belt.
    “Just fine. And you?”
    “Good. Good,” she said, smiling. “About Dylan—”
    “Yes?” Holly asked warily.
    Because of her relationship with Dylan and all the time she’d spent with his family, she and his mother had remained close after he’d gone. By unspoken agreement though, they’d never discussed Dylan. Apparently that was about to change.
    “I’m so happy you and my son have made your peace.” Kate beamed, obviously unfazed that Dylan had been out all night at Holly’s.
    But Holly was even more humiliated than before. Not once last night had she given small-town gossip a thought, and since she and Dylan were both adults, she certainly hadn’t been thinking that his mother would notice his absence.
    She gripped the cart handle tighter, her knuckles white as she tried to acknowledge Kate’s comment without embarrassing herself further. “We’ve come to an understanding,” she said diplomatically.
    Better than admitting Dylan had spent the night in her bed, his big body wrapped around hers, his hands doing all sorts of sinful, erotic things to her. And she had more than reciprocated, relearning his body, what he liked, what he loved and what really turned him on.
    She shivered and