by Alice Gaines
“Before this vacation…” She blushed. “I got tested. I don’t have anything.”
“Of course, you don’t.” The mere idea she’d get some ghastly disease was ridiculous. As for him, well, he was careful. “I get tested regularly. And I always use protection.”
“The protector and provider,” she said. “You’d never do something irresponsible.”
Protect and provide. Those were the most important things in his book. His attitude used to tick her off, as if he thought she couldn’t take care of herself. He never questioned that she could. But why should she, if she had him to do it for her? But he wasn’t going to open that can of worms again.
“So, anyway, I don’t think we need those,” she said.
Holy crap. What did he say to that? Sex with nothing separating them. No, sex with Katy with nothing separating them. It would be like the old days, when everything was shiny and new, back when he could hope against hope that maybe the pill wouldn’t work and she’d have his baby.
“Alrighty, then,” he said. This might be her birthday, but he was about to eat her up like a huge serving of cake with ice cream. He started with her mouth. Leaning over her with his weight resting on his forearms, he kissed her as if she were a sweet treat and he hadn’t eaten for days. His lips devoured hers, sampling the upper one and taking the full lower one between his teeth for a gentle nibble.
She seemed 100 percent with the program as she sighed into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on. The very first time she’d kissed him, she’d knocked his socks off. Just a few minutes holding her in his arms and tasting her honey was enough to get him stiff and throbbing. He’d known from the start she’d be dynamite in bed, and then she’d gone and proved it. From quickies in college to their honeymoon and throughout their marriage, they’d always come together like two flames burning brightly. Tonight was no different.
Now her soft body pressed against his everywhere. He moved lower. She had half a dozen sensitive spots along her throat. One was right behind her ear, so he nibbled at that first, and she rewarded him with a little moan.
“Enjoying your birthday?” he whispered into her lobe. His breath there always turned her on, too. Everything turned this woman on.
“Oh…wow,” she answered.
The perfect answer. She might have thought she’d have a good time with the guy from the elevator. And who knew? The man might even have figured out how to make her climax. Maybe. But Grant could make her Climax with a capital C. No one else could do that for her, and he’d prove it.
Next, he covered her neck with kisses. The very base where it met her shoulder was another pleasure point, and by the time he got there, she was already moving beneath him. That, of course, pressed her breasts against his chest, which would turn her on even more.
Time to work those babies. He slid along her body until his face lay between her breasts. As he massaged one, he took the other nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle tug. Arching her back, she sucked in a breath. In a little while, he’d have her hot and ready for the main course. But if he teased her past that point, she’d explode when she finally did climax, and man, that sure felt good. So he gave the other breast the full treatment.
He’d already made her wet. That was a good thing, because he had a raging erection. She’d need to be slick to take him easily. Allowing him to make her ready was one of the greatest gifts she’d ever given him. Even tonight…especially tonight, when she honored him one last time, he wasn’t taking anything for granted. By the time he satisfied himself, she would have had a birthday she’d never forget.
Now for the real feast. Slowly this time, he made his way down her body, letting her wonder, maybe fantasize about what he’d do next. He planted kisses all over her abdomen as he slid along.
“Oh God,” she whispered. She’d end up talking a lot to the Almighty in the next few minutes.
Finally, at his destination, he parted her thighs and draped her legs over his shoulders. Now her sex lay only inches from his nose, and her perfume went right to his gut and below. Katy bathed a lot, so she always smelled of soap, and now she’d added the scent of highly aroused woman. It was the same intoxicating aroma her panties had given off. He’d taste her now, and his sex would drive him nuts needing to get inside her. But it would have to wait.
When he parted her lips with his tongue, he landed immediately on her hot button. Likely still sensitive from her earlier orgasm, it had stiffened enough for him to roll it just the way she liked.
She let out a loud, “Oh!” and her hips jerked upward, but he held on. She tasted like caramel, and no matter how much of her he took, he couldn’t get enough. The hotter she got, the more his erection throbbed and demanded satisfaction. But he could hold off because he had to.
No one made love like they did, and he ought to know. He’d searched for the perfect partner ever since they’d separated. And he’d found some great ones. But his memory hadn’t betrayed him by enhancing the details of their past sex life. Katy was different. Too bad this was the only part of their marriage that had worked.
After a couple of minutes of the most intense cunnilingus he knew how to give, her “ohs!” were becoming louder and more frequent. He’d wait for the signal “Don’t stop!” to finish her second orgasm. The delay might kill him, but he would have made his point. He knew her body—and her response—better than any other man alive.
“Now,” she said. “Inside me.”
He hesitated, his tongue still lingering on her sensitive flesh. If he entered her now, there was no way in hell he could turn back. He’d make sure she came again, but that would be the end of his control.
She reached down and tugged at his head. “Please, Grant. I need you.”
The magic words. He could never deny her if she needed him. So, he rose over her, taking his position with the tip of his sex at the entrance to heaven.
By snaking a hand between their bodies, she gripped his shaft and brought it to her. She really wanted him, and who was he to deny her?
He entered her slowly so he could savor every inch of penetration. And he’d been right about the heaven part. She was hot and wet and tight around him. He clenched his teeth to distract himself from the urge to shove into her until he lost control.
She wasn’t going to help him maintain any sanity. Already, her hips were moving, rising up and then back down. Doing the thrusting for him. She had to be close to the breaking point if she was doing that, so if he found just a little more endurance, they could climax together.
Finally, he let himself move, slowly at first, but then the need to thrust went on automatic. He let her have all of him. Every inch, every need, every minute he’d had to do without her.
She was with him the whole way. Her breathing grew ragged, interrupted by cries, and her nails scraped at his back. She’d lose it in a minute, and he only had to hang on for the explosion.
“Ohgodohgod,” she cried. “Don’t stop!”
Victory. She’d arrived. He plunged into her over and over, and she climaxed, her muscles clamping down on him and then spasming. That let his beast loose, and he shouted as his own orgasm rushed through him. The semen shot from him in waves as the two of them clung together through the storm.
When it ended, he managed to roll off her before he collapsed. She snuggled up to him, and he threw an arm over her, bringing her closer.
As the post-orgasm peace settled over them and the sounds of breakers in the distance returned, she took a deep breath and snuggled her head under his chin. Only then did the thought occur to him that maybe having sex with the only woman he’d ever loved—the only one who’d managed to break his heart—wasn’t the world’s greatest idea.
Chapter Two
When Katy awoke, she had to orient herself. Not only was she not at home, she wasn’t in her own room at Savvy.
No, she wa
s in Grant’s suite. Lordy. She’d come here to ask him to be her thirtieth birthday present to herself, and they’d had sex. Then she’d slept through the entire night.
She never did that. She was always too keyed up from work. Last night, she would have been too sexually frustrated to sleep if she hadn’t found Grant. Yes, sex with him was better than any sleeping pill she’d tried yet, but all night?
The man himself wasn’t around. Did he want her to get dressed and leave without a goodbye? Not a bad idea, actually. She hadn’t had time to rehearse what she’d say on the way out the door. “Thanks, it was great?” Understatement. “See you around?” She wouldn’t. “My attorney will be in touch with your attorney,” was no longer necessary.
Discretion being the better part of valor, after all, she’d find her clothes and disappear before he returned from…wherever.
Searching turned up everything but her dress. Right. He’d removed that in the living room. She got back into everything else. The panties had dried, thank heaven, but she’d get fresh ones the minute she got back to her room.
She walked to the doorway leading to the living room. Before she could pass the threshold, voices came to her, so she jumped back into the bedroom. Grant entered, pushing a room service cart. He must have been talking to the staff.
He was wearing a hotel robe. Although he’d cinched the belt around his waist, it wouldn’t take much to undo it and find his naked body underneath. And then it wouldn’t take much more to get him aroused and back in bed for more incredible sex.
She would not call it lovemaking again. That had gone out the window with the divorce. They’d both said things they couldn’t take back, and if she was honest with herself, she’d have to admit her part in it. She didn’t have it in her to be the sort of wife he needed—someone to devote her life to him and his children. It was sad, because he could be the sort of husband who could make that work.
He was very good in the bedroom—both his technique and his equipment. Their incredible sexual connection had fooled her into thinking they could have a life together. But discovering they couldn’t had broken both their hearts. It had smashed hers, for sure, and he wasn’t a cold, emotionless man. It had to have hurt him like hell, too.
While all that had hurtled through her head, she realized he’d spotted her, and now, he was staring, his jaw hanging. He snapped his mouth shut and looked down at the tray. “Breakfast in bed. Happy birthday.”
“It was yesterday.”
“Yeah, but I can’t let you go hungry.”
“Thanks.” He’d said “in bed,” so she climbed back onto the covers. Without looking at her, he handed her a small vase from the tray. It held one perfect yellow rose.
“Where did the hotel find this?” she asked.
“The place is amazing. They think of everything.”
“Yellow?” Most hotels would likely have roses on hand, but only in red and white with maybe a pink one thrown in. Yellow roses were her favorites, and Grant had remembered.
He began fidgeting with the rest of the things on the tray. Plates rattled as he poured coffee into a cup and held it out to her, though he didn’t face her directly.
She took the cup. “Is something wrong?”
“Wrong?” he repeated far too quickly and with too much emphasis. “What would be wrong?”
“You’re avoiding looking at me.”
He made a helpless gesture in her general direction. “You’re wearing…that is…you’re not wearing…”
Right. Bra, panties, and shoes. She was halfway naked. But they’d been married, and they’d had sex the night before. Why would he get shy all of a sudden?
In the meantime, he fussed with the plates. “I would have ordered pancakes, but you never eat those.”
“I don’t eat sugar,” she said.
“Sugar,” he said in unison. “So I got eggs and some fruit.”
“Is that all you’re going to eat?”
“Plus some bacon and hash browns…and a couple of English muffins,” he mumbled.
“You don’t have to be ashamed of what you eat.” Okay, maybe she’d gotten down on him about his diet when they were married, but she’d only been worried about his health.
He handed her a plate with a respectable mound of scrambled eggs, melon, and strawberries along with a fork and napkin. Then he took his own plate and sat on the edge of the bed.
“You don’t have to feel awkward about seeing me undressed,” she said.
“Awkward isn’t the word I’d use,” he said. “Think, Katy.”
Oh, right. He used to love seeing her naked, but getting a view of her in underwear had really turned him on. Adding the shoes only made her more appealing to him. She still had some magic with him. That shouldn’t please her, but she did have some feminine pride.
“There’s an extra robe in that closet.” He gestured with his head. “If you want to put it on, we can have a pleasant breakfast.”
Well, now. Was that what she really wanted? If he was up for more sex, maybe they ought to do that. They’d already passed that boundary. Enjoying each other one more time couldn’t make things any worse.
She took his chin in her hand and turned his head to face her. “I don’t want to put on a robe.”
He glanced down at her chest and back up. “It isn’t your birthday any longer.”
“I got a late start yesterday.”
“You really want to do this?”
Instead of answering with words, she set her plate on the bedside table next to the rose and her cup of coffee. Then she got up slowly and stood in front of him. “Like what you see?”
He’d stopped avoiding eye contact, and now he stared at her, starting from her face and all the way down to her toes. His gaze managed to heat her skin, confirming this was the right thing to do. He always looked at her as if she were the sexiest woman alive. That hadn’t changed.
She turned around, giving him a view of her ass, even putting a hand on one hip and bending over.
He whistled softly. “Holy crap.”
“Want a little of this?” she asked.
“What do you think?”
She glanced over her shoulder at him and discovered that the two sides of his robe had fallen apart to reveal the beginnings of a really nice erection. She could make it even nicer. He’d given her oral sex the night before. She really ought to repay him.
So she went to him, parted his legs, and dropped onto her knees.
“Hey, you don’t have to do that,” he said.
“I want to.” That said, she grasped his sex and brought the tip to her mouth. As soon as she closed her lips around him, he sucked in a breath. He was going to love this, and then he’d get to take her while she still wore her bra and pointy-heeled shoes.
He must have showered while she’d slept because he tasted like sweet, clean man. The thought made tasting him all the more fun, especially as he hardened and thickened in her mouth. His sex had always been her plaything, with him taking joy in her enthusiasm for making him hard and then reaping the benefits of her work.
As she continued sucking and sliding her lips along his shaft, his breathing grew ragged, with a grunt of approval here and there. He stroked her hair away from her face, and when she tipped her head up, she saw him watching her, his eyes half closed and a dazed expression of rising arousal on his features. That look meant good times ahead for her, because he always made the effort to satisfy her. Always.
He’d become fully erect now, and she couldn’t possibly take all of him into her mouth. So, instead, she pumped his shaft with her fist while she sucked on the head.
“Katy, Katy, Katy,” he said. “What a wicked mouth you have.”
She gripped him at the base. “All the better to drive you out of your mind.”
“I’m halfway there.”
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�Then let’s see about the other half.”
Before she could go back to sucking on her favorite popsicle, he caught her head between his palms. “I know it’s your birthday and all…”
“But…”
“I’d really like to watch you take off your panties.”
And leave the bra and shoes on.
She rose and walked a few steps away from him, swinging her hips—and ass—as she did. This was so not like her. She’d been so serious when they’d first met. She’d never have considered stripping for a lover. And the law firm where she worked was so very proper, bordering on stuffy—a mantle she wore all the time now. Still, this was her vacation. She could let propriety go for a little while.
When she turned back to Grant, she slid her hand beneath the band of her panties. “You want these off?”
“I love looking at them, but eventually, they’ll get in the way.”
“A shame. But I can do this without taking them off.” She slid her fingers into her panties and parted the lips. When she hit her sweet spot, she let out an “oooh.”
“I want to do that.”
“Maybe later. I have other plans for you.”
He gripped his shaft at the base. “Such as?”
“You’ll find out.” As soon as she figured out what she was going to do. It was time to re-engage her sexual imagination. She glanced around the room, and her gaze fell on a chair without arms—just a padded, brocade seat and back. A plan took shape in her mind. She dragged it to a spot several feet away from the bed. “Your front row seat, Mr. Howard.”
“Thanks. Do I need to tip you?”
“We’ll work out a way for you to pay me.”
When he sat on the chair, she put her hands on his shoulders and bent to kiss him. She had to be careful, though. She could easily get completely caught up in this, but then, he’d take over, and she had a show for him.
So she straightened and backed away. This time, she put both of her hands into her panties and again used one to stroke her sex. “I’m getting wet. Do you have a cure for that?”
