by Sara Orwig
As his hungry gaze went slowly over her bare breasts, he moved her off his lap. He stepped away and when she looked into his dark eyes, her pulse jumped and raced. Desire was blatant in his expression. Standing, he yanked off first one boot and then the other and tossed them aside. He threw his socks on the boots and she moved to unfasten his jeans. She had stepped out of her shoes and there was no mistaking what he wanted. Her heart raced and she tingled, wanting him to take all night, to touch and kiss her into oblivion. She wanted him to make love and kiss her from head to toe, and she suspected that was one wish that would come true tonight.
Her gaze ran over his broad shoulders and desire overwhelmed her. Emboldened, she stood and peeled off lacy panties while he watched her.
The hooded look he gave her, the heat blazing in his eyes, nearly made her gasp. This was desire, the loving and fulfillment she had dreamed of, making her feel cherished, setting her on fire with longing.
When all their clothes were gone, he led her in front of a Cheval mirror and turned her to look into the mirror.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered. He ran his hand across her breasts and she shifted, turning to look at him over her shoulder. His thick erection was hard, ready for her now, but she wanted to take time. She rubbed her backside against him, closing her eyes and giving herself to sensations that aroused her more.
“Look at us in the mirror,” he whispered, his tongue following the curve of her ear while his hands toyed with her nipples and she moaned softly. She was pale against his darker skin and black hair. He was all muscle, fit, ready to make love, his hands running lightly over her and slipping a finger between her legs to find what excited her most.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, showering kisses on her nape as he held her close against him.
While his hands caressed her, his hard rod was between her legs, arousing her more, making her want all of him. She reached back to run her hands on his muscled thighs. His strokes rocked her as she moved her hips against him. She gasped with excitement.
“I want to touch you,” she said, turning to face him in order to kiss him. She moved away and he let her go, stepping around her to yank back the covers on the bed.
When he turned, his hungry gaze swept over her entire body, then back up to meet her gaze. “You’re beautiful. Stunning.”
He picked her up again to place her on the bed. The only light was the small table lamp, turned low. It was a soft, mellow glow that highlighted his muscles and fit male body.
She held her arms out to him. “Come here,” she urged in a throaty voice while her heart pounded. He was sexy and incredibly good-looking naked. She wanted to make love all night. She had made her choice and now she wanted to live it, enjoy every second of this last night with him.
He said she’d saved his life. Well, he’d saved her heart and was helping it mend. She would get over her broken engagement now. She would be able to let it go. And that was a gift from him to her. A gift along with the sexiest night possible.
He kneeled beside her on the bed and began to stream kisses on her thighs while one hand played lightly over her, caressing her legs, and the other hand fondled her breasts as he kissed her.
Moaning softly again, she spread her legs for him and he moved between them. He placed her legs over his shoulders, giving him access to her most intimate spot while he showered her with hot, wet kisses along the inside of her thighs, moving higher, kissing her intimately, making her cry out with her arousal.
She closed her eyes while her fingers tangled in his thick hair, her other hand knotting the sheet as desire built.
She grasped his arms and tugged. “I want you now.”
“We’re just getting started,” he whispered. “I want to please you every way possible so you’re way more ready than now. I want to kiss and touch every inch of you.” And then his hot breath was on her and his tongue was kissing her intimately again, driving her wild with wanting him.
With a cry she wiggled to shift away and he let her go instantly. She sat up and pushed him down on the bed. “I want to kiss you the way you’ve kissed me,” she whispered to him, slipping her leg over him to sit astride him and hold his thick rod, running her fingers across his chest and belly and then leaning down to slide her tongue over him.
He had the fingers of one hand in her hair. His other hand caressed her breast, circling her taut nipple lightly. “You’re so soft,” he whispered. “Beautiful and soft.”
She glanced at him to see his gaze going over her and then looking into her eyes, and she wanted him more than she thought it was possible to desire someone.
She leaned down again to run her tongue over the satiny tip of his erection and then to take him into her mouth. He let her do what she wanted for a few seconds and then he pulled her up, putting her on his lap to sit facing him. She had her legs spread on either side of him and he could fondle her, touch her, shower kisses on her throat while his hands caressed and rubbed her.
“Love me,” she whispered. “I’m so ready.”
“Soon.”
He sat up and put a hand in her hair to tug lightly and then he leaned forward to kiss her, another possessive kiss that made her tremble with wanting him. His arm tightened around her waist, holding her on his lap while he continued to tease her with light intimate strokes between her legs.
She closed her eyes against the overwhelming sensations. “I’m ready and you are, too,” she told him as erotic longings streaked from his fingers between her legs. “Make love to me now.”
“Just wait a little longer. You like this. You want my hands on you, don’t you?”
“Yes, oh, yes,” she said, gasping as he continued.
“It excites me to excite you,” he said gruffly.
He looked down at her and she met his eyes. The hungry expression she saw there took her breath away. She had never felt so intensely desired.
This was sex beyond her wildest dreams because he was totally focused on giving her pleasure—and did he succeed. He gave himself to sizzling passion that heightened her need for release. She thrust against his warm fingers when he rubbed her soft folds, causing tension that rocked her. Her need for more of him grew stronger, undeniable.
She wanted to give back to him as much loving as she had received. She wanted to make him shake with longing as she did.
He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her to him, leaning over her as she clung to him. He kissed her, a thorough, passionate kiss that made her feel she couldn’t possibly be more desired. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought it was a scalding kiss of deep, mutual love.
She did know better, though, and realized there was no such thing between them.
And then she stopped thinking and gave herself to kissing him back as passionately as he kissed her. While he continued to kiss her, he picked her up and laid her down on the bed. Then he reached for one of the packets she’d put on the nightstand and opened it. When he returned to her, he kneeled between her legs to put on the condom.
Her gaze ran over him and her heart raced. She wanted him, this virile, handsome and sexy man. Tomorrow he would go out of her life forever, but she didn’t want to think about that now.
He lowered himself, holding his weight off of her as he kissed her. Careful of his injured shoulder, she wrapped her arms around him, running her hands over his muscled bare back down over his narrow waist, then down farther over his trim, hard butt.
He paused, looking into her eyes, and then he entered her slowly and she gasped, closing her eyes and holding him tightly.
He pulled away and she moaned, tugging at his good shoulder. “Now...” she whispered. He thrust into her slowly again and she arched her hips to give him access. Sliding one arm under her to hold her, he began to move, slowly at first as she arched beneath him.
His thrusts started to come faster and she kep
t up with him, moving to his rhythm.
“Put your legs around me,” he whispered and she did as he asked.
She was caught in a rising spiral of sensations and need, tension building as he moved deeper, pumped faster.
Clinging to him, she felt her world narrow to knowledge of only him, his strong body driving her wild, tension still building while she moved with him.
With a burst of ecstasy, she climaxed, crying out in her shattering release as waves of intense pleasure rocked her. He shuddered with his own climax as he continued to thrust, hard and fast.
Then, he slowed and stopped, letting his weight down slightly, and he put his mouth by her ear.
“You’re marvelous,” he whispered, his breath warm on her ear.
She felt swept away in ecstasy. They were united. He held her with his arms under her. Tightening her arms around him, she hugged him, loving every inch of their naked, warm bodies pressed together. His arm slipped beneath her to hold her while he rolled on his side and took her with him.
She stroked his muscled back, his skin damp with sweat. She lay with her eyes closed and let her breathing and pounding heart return to normal. He showered light kisses on her face and then just held her.
With his strong arms around her and his naked body against hers, she was wrapped in euphoria, filled with happiness.
“I want you here in my arms the rest of the night,” he said quietly in his deep voice, sounding totally relaxed.
“I won’t argue with that one,” she whispered, running her hand over his smooth, muscled back. She didn’t want to think about anything except making love with him. It was easier to keep her thoughts only on how sexy he was.
He looked at her and smiled. “I’ve been thinking,” he said. “When I go home, I want you to stay with me at least several nights. If I don’t have any commitments, then I’ll be free to take you out at night and I would like that very much.”
She was surprised because she had decided they would part tomorrow and he would go out of her life forever. She had told herself so many times that he was only in her life temporarily that she’d come to believe it completely.
“Thank you for saying that, but I suspect you’re carried away by our lovemaking.”
“I meant what I said.”
After a few minutes, she sat up and scrambled around to pull the sheet up beneath her arms. “Here’s what I’ll do. We can drive to Houston and take a plane into Dallas and have a lot shorter traveling time.”
“Look, I don’t have ten cents—”
“I do and I’ll get the plane tickets. You forget that. I have a car at the airport, so I can drive you to your home. I’ll call right now and get our reservations.”
“That part sounds like a plan,” he said. “As long as you stay and have dinner with me. We’re going to see each other again,” he said in a deep voice.
He ran his index finger along the top of the sheet, his hand moving lightly and slowly over the curves of her breasts, causing tingles up her spine and igniting desire again. She moved his hand away and turned to reach for her cell phone. All the time she made reservations for their flight, he ran his fingers over her lightly. Finally, she finished. “We have a flight, no thanks to you who almost distracted me to the point of giving up my call.”
“That call was about tomorrow,” he said in the same husky tone he got when he was aroused. “Tomorrow is far away and now I have you in my bed and I want you back in my arms again.”
“Gladly. I want you to be happy.” They smiled at each other again as she scooted close once more and he wrapped her in his arms.
“You’re one big surprise after another in my life,” he said.
“I suppose I could say the same about you,” she remarked dryly.
He hugged her. “That makes life interesting.”
“Mine has certainly gotten interesting since the moment I saw the red taillights ahead through the rain. I tried to catch up with you. I honked, but with the thunder, you probably didn’t hear me or paid no attention. You didn’t stop or slow down. I know the road and I knew in storms like we had, water would be pouring over the highway and it would be impassable. I was going to turn around and go back, but that’s when I saw your taillights. I thought if I could catch you and get your attention before you reached that curve, you would be able to turn around and follow me back.”
“I’m glad you didn’t catch me. I wouldn’t be here with you like this.”
“Maybe. You might have been and then you wouldn’t have amnesia.”
“True.” He looked like he was giving that some thought. Then he spoke again. “I think we’ve talked long enough. Let’s go shower.”
“I don’t know if I have the energy to stand.”
“Well, there’s a remedy for that,” he said, stepping out of bed and turning to pick her up.
“Stop. Put me down before you tear your stitches loose and start bleeding. Don’t you hurt?”
“Not holding you, I don’t. I’m enjoying your warm, deliciously naked body too much to notice the aches. With you in my arms I don’t care if I hurt and I’ll bet Molly has me sewn up tight and those stitches will hold. You’re a featherweight and it doesn’t add to my aches to carry you.”
She laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Okay, if that’s what you want and it won’t hurt you. I admit I like this better.”
“I definitely like it better, too,” he said in a deep, husky voice.
As they showered, his hands were all over her, just as hers were all over him. They finally rubbed each other dry with fluffy blue towels and then he drew her into his embrace to kiss her again.
Each kiss seemed to have more impact than the kiss before had. She instantly wanted him again and she knew he wanted her.
He picked her up to carry her back to the bedroom.
“I can walk, you know.”
“I can’t stand you being that far away from me.” He took her to the bedroom, placed her on the bed and turned to get a condom. As he did, her gaze ran down the length of him and her pulse drummed faster. Naked, he set her body afire. She was ready to make love again and again.
* * *
When the first rays of sunrise spilled into the room, she stirred. She turned to look at the man sleeping beside her. How many times had they made love last night? The bigger question was how much of her heart had she given him?
Until they made love, she could have walked away after telling him goodbye and her heart would still have been intact and unbroken.
Now she wondered how deep her feelings ran for him. One night shouldn’t be everlasting love. But temporarily, he was part of her life and he was incredibly sexy.
She knew the risks when she’d agreed to go to bed with him. What was done was done and there was no way she could regret the lovemaking they’d shared. He was going to be impossible to forget. She hoped he had a nice family and she hoped his memory returned swiftly. And she hoped with all her heart she hadn’t fallen in love with him.
She slipped out of bed and went to shower. When she returned, the bed was empty and she suspected he was in another shower. She left for her own suite to get dressed, but she couldn’t keep him from invading her every thought. He was going home to a big family and to discovering all about himself. Did he look forward to it...or did he dread it?
After she dressed, she entered the family room, immediately spotting him standing by the window. Wearing jeans and Gerald’s blue-and-red plaid shirt, Wynn turned and his gaze swept over her and he crossed the room to her. Her heartbeat accelerated while she stood watching him, looking into his eyes and knowing he was going to kiss her. While her pulse raced, she felt a flash of desire.
“Remember, we have a plane to catch today. A commercial flight, so we’ll have to be on time,” she said.
“I’ll remember, and this will just be a
quick kiss. You look terrific, by the way,” he said, taking in her jeans and blue sweater.
“Thank you. You look rather good yourself.”
“When I get home, I’m going to give these clothes to charity, but I’ll guarantee you, I’m glad to have them now because my own were in tatters.” He stepped closer and slipped his arm around her waist.
“Last night was fantastic. The best,” he said solemnly.
“I agree.” She gazed up at him. “Are you going to kiss me or just keep talking?”
She saw his answer in his expression, and his arms tightened, drawing her into an embrace.
The minute his lips met hers, she wanted nothing more than to hold him, to have him stay with her. To strip off their clothing and cancel their flight. But she knew she had to let him go. He had to get back to his real life.
Finally, she stepped away, smoothing her sweater and trying to catch her breath and cool down. “We’re running out of time.”
For just a moment she thought he was going to reach for her again, but he let out a long breath and turned away. “Yeah. We need to get to the airport. I need to go find my life and my past.”
As she watched him walk away, she thought, Yes, and I’m not part of either one except for the hours you spent in my cabin.
* * *
Ava drove them to Houston to the nearest airport, parked and they flew the rest of the way into Dallas. They took a shuttle to get her car and then he gave her the addresses he had been given by the sheriff to his Dallas condo as well as his parents’ home.
The whole time she tried to avoid thinking about telling him goodbye. They got her car, she put the address of his condo in her GPS and drove to a high-rise building overlooking downtown Dallas. As arranged earlier by the sheriff, Wynn got a key from security and they rode to the penthouse condo.
He was told he had a private entrance and they used it to take the elevator to the fifteenth floor where they stepped out into a hallway. He unlocked his condo door and entered. Sunlight spilled through a wall of windows as they walked through an entryway into a large living area. Walls, furniture and throw rugs were all white, with glass and stainless-steel contemporary furniture.
