Letting go of her head and keeping their mouths fused in the intoxicating kiss, he ran his hands down Summer’s body and grabbed her by the waist. She yelped in surprise into his mouth as he hoisted her ass onto the wood table.
“Time to get you out of those clothes, babe,” he whispered after breaking the kiss. When his hands slid to the clasp at the waist of her jeans, her fingers snapped around his, stopping him.
“There’s something I need to do first.”
“What’s that?” He was breathing harshly, suddenly impatient, wanting to make love to her.
“Trade places.”
At her words, his head snapped up from where he’d been working on lowering her jean zipper. He caught her gaze. Hot. Needy. Bold. Her intense look had him nodding in anticipation, doing her bidding. As he lifted her off the table, he swore he’d never been more aware of a woman before. Or more alert to the awareness and excitement racing through him. He gave the wood shavings a quick brush off the table and launched his bare ass to where she’d been sitting seconds earlier.
He inhaled as her sizzling palms settled like two brands onto his upper thighs.
“Naked for breakfast. Just the way I want you,” she breathed.
He held back a groan and watched her move in between his thighs, her palms slowly sliding upward, along the rigid muscles of his abdomen and splaying out over his chest. His erection grew harder, angling upward. Aching with need. Wanting her to touch him there.
Her eyes were sharp with arousal as she leaned in against him and kissed the edge of his lips so tenderly, so beautifully, he got all lightheaded and had to hold onto the edges of the table to keep from falling over.
While she kissed him, want pulled tight in his belly but he gave her rein to do what she needed. She explored his chest, her fingers catching in his chest hairs, making him wince at the erotic pain. Smoothing her hands up, she curled her fingers over his shoulders. Nick sighed as Summer massaged a knot here and there. While she touched him, he realized she was studying him with her fingertips as a seeing person would explore with their eyes, committing his contours to memory.
“Is this the male model aspect of your art?” he teased when she broke the kiss and stepped closer, pushing her belly against his hard-on.
“Call it a fringe benefit,” she breathed and came in for another kiss. He grinned against her mouth, loving the fact he wanted to drown himself in her kisses.
When her fingers trailed off his wrists to land on his upper thighs again, he stiffened with eagerness. She moved her fingers excruciatingly slowly toward where he wanted her to go. The anticipation of her touching his cock had his senses drugged with excitement and when she grazed her knuckles against his scrotum, he sucked in a sharp breath.
She broke the kiss and licked her lips before smiling at him. “Hmm, I like this reaction.”
She brushed his sac again with her knuckles, her touch driving him insane. When she cradled his balls in her palms and squeezed gently, he just about came up off the table at the wicked sensations slicing through him. She kneaded him so tenderly his breaths were escaping in rough gasps and he closed his eyes and slipped into the pleasure. Moments later, she caressed his throbbing length, her nails skimming along his cock firing up all his nerve endings. She stroked him and massaged him and he swore he would come at any second, but he forced himself to hold back. He wanted to experience this heaven as long as possible.
She kept up the erotic ministrations and through his panting, he heard her whisper to him not to open his eyes. Excitement raged through him as she let go of his cock and he listened to her removing her clothes. Within a minute, she’d moved between his widespread legs again. Before he knew it her warm breath caressed his cock.
Snapping open his eyes, he looked down to see she’d dropped to her knees and her parting mouth was inches from his cock. Sunshine streamed in the bay window illuminating gold highlights in her red hair, which tumbled over bare shoulders. Her sweet scent mixed with the nice fragrance of the wood shavings. The combined aroma made his cock harden more. She was also totally naked. He gazed at her breasts and remembered the heavy feel of them in his palms last night. Remembered the hard peaks of her nipples as he’d taken her into his mouth.
“I’ve been wanting to do this to you since last night,” she whispered. She smiled, but it was a nervous smile and instincts told him she’d never done it before. He felt honored to be her first.
Raw excitement pulsed through him as Summer opened her mouth and the head of Nick’s cock slid in. Lips stretched around him and he fought for breath at the intensity of sensations.
Scorching. Wrenching. Beautiful. Those thoughts whipped through his mind as she wrapped her lips around his cock head and sucked gently. She took him in deeper, her mouth covering about half his shaft before she tightened her lips again and sucked.
Oh perfect. Fucking perfect. He concentrated on not taking his hands off the edge of the table, but it just didn’t work. He had to touch her. Hold her head. Have more pressure.
“Wrap your hand around my cock to where you can take me safely into your mouth,” he panted.
For a moment, she looked confused. Her lips were wrapped around his cock and a tiny frown marred her forehead. Then she seemed to understand. Clenching her hand around his shaft, she bobbed her head, stopping at where her mouth touched her hand. It would prevent her from having his cock go too deep into her throat. Her lips caressed his flesh, her tongue lashed him with pleasure and her teeth sparked off bits of pain as he slid in and out.
He groaned as his pleasure grew. Urgency gripped him. His head reeled. Need hammered through him and his senses exploded. His cock was killing him. He was rock-hard. Heat and desire was slamming through his body like a storm and suddenly he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside her.
Reaching down, he grabbed her shoulders, urging her backward. She let go of him, whimpering as he instructed her to stand. Then he lifted her into his arms, her sweet scent of arousal an aphrodisiac. Her warm curves melted against his hard body like liquid gold, as he headed across the living room and into the bedroom.
Oh man, he was dying here. Bloody well dying to be inside her.
He lay her down on the bed and settled in beside her. Turning onto his side, he moved partially over her and kissed her hard and deep, his hands touching and massaging her breasts, until he heard her moaning and her breaths coming fast. Leaving her mouth, he kissed her along the length of her neck, and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. She arched her back, moaning and enjoying the sensations. Moving to her other nipple, he bit gently into the hard peak until she moaned and he quickly licked away the pain.
While he tended her breasts, he reached down between her legs, spreading her thighs. Inserting a finger into her vagina, he was pleased to find her nice and wet. Collecting warm moisture, he came back out and smoothed his finger over her clit, massaging her there. She gasped and cried out, her hands searching to find his shoulders and when she did, she dug her nails into his flesh, hurting him so good, he just about came on the pinpricks of pain.
Sinking two fingers into her, he came out with more moisture and smoothed over her clit again, this time increasing the pressure. After he finished massaging her clit and tending her breasts, he kissed a fiery trail over her belly toward her pussy. He remembered her taste from last night and couldn’t wait to experience it again.
As he dived for parts south, he noticed her hands had left his shoulders and were tangled in the sheets. Her head was thrashed back and forth on her pillow. Long lashes framed tightly closed eyes. Her cheeks were flushed rosy and her pink lips were slightly parted as she panted, obviously enjoying what he did to her. Grinning, he maneuvered between her spread legs. Dipping his head, he slipped his tongue between her soft labia fusing his mouth over her engorged clit. She was feverish with need and wet and he sighed into her taste.
She cried out his name and bucked as he massaged her with his tongue—short direct stroke
s to her clit, which had her writhing beneath him. She tasted so perfect, her pussy warm and wet, her cream gushing into his mouth. He could feel her body tightening and knew she was on the edge and ready to be taken.
Letting go of her pussy, he moved up over her, bracing his body into the perfect position to penetrate her. As he came down on top of her, he plunged his cock into her pussy. She gasped and reached up, curling her hands over his shoulders again, those nails digging into his flesh, sparking the pain he loved.
Summer exploded. Her body contracting and spasming with violent tremors. As Nick pumped into her, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her breasts jiggled wildly every time he thrust and her whimpers and moans kept his thoughts hostage. When he felt her orgasm beginning to subside, he increased his thrusts until they became uncontrollable. Lightning shards of pleasure splintered along his shaft, slamming into his balls and lower belly making him cry out her name. Before he could stop himself, he was spilling his hot seed into her.
An uncomfortable silence sifted between them as they lay in each other’s arms beneath the comforters after their lovemaking. They hadn’t used protection, and her heart was hammering away at the prospect of becoming pregnant. She wasn’t sure if she was frightened or deliriously happy at the prospect of having a child with him.
But Nick was quiet. Too quiet.
I screwed up. I may have made her pregnant. I’ve got to step up to the plate and take responsibility for my action. She swore those were his thoughts, even if she couldn’t see his face. It was written in the tense way he held her. His arms not holding her as tight as she would have liked. The whispery sound of him shoving his fingers through his hair. He’d done that already several times in the few short moments while they’d lain together. A definite sign he was frustrated.
“I…I apologize. I shouldn’t have let it happen, Summer. I should have been more careful. I always use protection. Um, are you on the Pill?”
His question dangled over her head like a guillotine. Now, of course would be the time to say yes, she was on the Pill, just like many sexually active women were. Unfortunately, she wasn’t. Hadn’t been on birth control for years, as the Pill had never agreed with her.
“No,” she replied truthfully.
She swore his body tensed at her answer, but then he seemed to relax. “If something comes of this I won’t turn my back on you. I’m not that kind of guy.”
Well, there she had his statement. Just as she’d thought.
“We’re both adults. I’m sure we can handle it if something happens.”
She couldn’t help but trace an exceptionally large muscle on his shoulder with her finger and heard him inhale, whether out of excitement or dread that he thought she wanted more sex and no condoms in sight, she didn’t know.
“I have been with a couple of guys. I’m not celibate. I’m always fully prepared with some form of protection, so I’m clean. You don’t have to worry about STDs. Unfortunately I didn’t bring any protection for this trip. I mean, things weren’t planned.”
He stiffened even more against her. Obviously surprised at what she was saying. She had had sex with a couple of guys after the accident and her blindness. But she hadn’t been able to give up full control to either of them and the experiences hadn’t truly been enjoyable. Except with Nick. She trusted him like she’d never trusted a man.
Speaking of a man, her pussy was throbbing. Aching with such a pleasant soreness, she wanted him fucking her again. But not if he was going to go on some guilt trip over this.
Awkward silence drifted through the air.
After a few moments, she heard him sigh and say, “We should get up and have lunch.”
“Lunch?” Checking her Braille watch she realized it was already way past eleven o’clock. “I’ll get lunch. Just give me a quick rundown where everything is and I’ll whip us up something,” she volunteered. It would give her something to do to keep her preoccupied.
When she pushed the comforters off herself and began to wiggle out of his arms, he let go of her. Climbing over him, she could feel the heat drifting off his body in teasing waves and wrapping around her. Accidentally, she nudged her knees against his thighs and the touch of his warm flesh brushing against hers had her biting back a moan. Her pussy pulsed at the idea of straddling Nick and just riding him hard and fast, but she’d already been too bold with him. She was afraid she might turn him off. Wasn’t the guy supposed to be the bold one? She wished he would wrap his hands around her wrists and pull her back beside him so they could have another exquisite fuck session, but he didn’t.
Standing, she stared around at the shadows and tried to remember where her clothes might be. Her brain was still fuzzy from that wild orgasm he’d given her or maybe she was being emotional. Whatever the case, it took her a minute before she realized her clothes were in the living room by the table where she’d left them just before taking his erection into her mouth. Or had it been after?
Awareness whipped through her as she remembered the feel of his huge swollen shaft in her hands. Oh sweet mercy, he did feel awesome sliding between her lips. Thick and heavy and pulsing hot. She shivered at the thought of taking him like that again.
“Stay here. I’ll bring in your clothes and cane.”
She jumped as she hadn’t heard him get out of bed and follow her. Ordinarily she would protest if anyone tried to help her, but with Nick she couldn’t seem to be as independent as she liked. She wanted him to wrap his arms around her and tell her she was safe with him, always. But that wasn’t going to happen, so she’d better deal with it and right now.
Plopping back onto the bed, she grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around her. Why should he get an eyeful of her, when she couldn’t even see him, dammit! But her fingers had done the talking and she’d engrained his body to her memory. He was a big guy, in more ways than one.
She heard the bathroom door open from the adjoining door. He didn’t come in.
“I have your clothes in here. Did you want to shower first? I can get some of the lunch stuff out on the counter in the meantime if that’s okay with you?”
Oh great, back to being polite strangers again.
“That’s fine. I know the way. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Here’s your cane.” He’d taken a few steps into the room and she heard him place the cane on the bed beside her.
“Thanks.”
He grunted something and then he was gone. A moment later, she heard him in the kitchen opening the fridge and placing items on the counter.
Oh to hell with him! She didn’t need to pine after the son of a bitch. It had only been sex and that’s what it would always be with him. It’s not as if he hadn’t tried to warn her a few times. But she’d just thrown herself at him, hadn’t she? Both times. So it was all her fault for thinking it was something else.
For goodness sake, they hadn’t seen each other for ten years and within twenty-four hours they were in bed together. It had everything to do with unfinished business and their sexual attraction in the past. Now that they knew how it would have been, she should just go on with life. She didn’t need him. She’d managed very well on her own. She would give Mary a call and tell her to set it up so she could get the hell out of here. Then she would hire her own bodyguard once she got back home.
Having come to that conclusion, she suddenly felt a whole hell of a lot better and more in control. She’d make the call the minute she turned on the water faucets. She’d come back in here and use the phone on the bedside table. The running water would cover the sound of her voice, and Nick wouldn’t be the wiser and he wouldn’t be able to talk her out of it. Brushing aside her anger, she whipped away the comforters, grabbed her cane and headed into the bathroom.
Man! He’d really blown it, hadn’t he? Aside from having unprotected sex with Summer, he’d pissed her off by questioning her sex life. He hadn’t meant to snoop, but he figured it was best to find out if she were on the Pill. Hell, he should have kep
t his head and asked her that question before sleeping with her. But he’d been so caught up in the moment and well, he hadn’t meant to sleep with her in the first place. Now what the hell was he supposed to do?
Grabbing a jar of mayonnaise, he ripped off the plastic seal and opened the lid, slamming the jar back onto the counter so hard, he swore the Formica top had cracked. Or maybe the jar had.
He didn’t realize pissing her off could piss him off so much. Fucking emotions. They’d been haywire ever since he’d agreed to be her bodyguard. What the hell had he been thinking anyway? Ten years ago, he’d been this way too. Now it was even worse. Summer just had a way of getting under his skin and staying there and he found his cock hardening once more at the thought of bedding her again.
No, he would not give in to his urges. He had more control than that. Nodding his head in assurance, he pulled more items from the fridge that Summer would need to prepare lunch. Afterward he would have to question her about every aspect of her lifestyle and get that info to the cops pronto. It should have been done by now but with all these scorching interruptions how in the world could he get his job done?
He’d been so deep in thought he hadn’t even heard the shower taps shut off or the bathroom door opening until Summer was halfway to the kitchen counter where he stood. Turning around, he watched her as she confidently swayed the cane back and forth in front of her, tapping against an armchair and then the edge of the kitchen table before joining him.
He was amazed at how at ease she seemed to be now, compared to how ticked off she’d been earlier. She may not have showed it, but he’d seen it in the tense way she held herself against him in bed.
“So what have we got here?” she asked as she ran her hands over the items he’d placed on the counter. “Sliced tomatoes, lettuce, cold cuts and cheese. Let me guess? Submarine sandwiches?”
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