Charity peered around the room again, trying to imagine sharing such tight quarters with someone she didn’t know. Not only no, but hell no. She liked her privacy way too much to do that. God bless Tom for springing for the single occupancy. She would have to remember to thank him when she got home.
“I didn’t think of that. Is that why you sleep on the sundeck?” she asked in a soft voice.
Scott didn’t answer. Instead, he closed the gap between them, unfastened the clasp behind her neck, and let the straps fall to her waist. The instant her nipples met the cool air of the air-conditioned room, the buds tightened into hard peaks. In the blink of an eye, his mouth was on her breast, suckling her right nipple while rolling the left between his thumb and forefinger. She dropped her head back with a faint moan, the pleasure exquisite. Her knees wobbled and, for a brief moment, she feared she might lose her balance.
As if sensing her state, Scott lifted his head and flashed a devilish grin. He unzipped the dress and helped her out of it before picking her up around the waist. Ordinarily, she would have protested the gesture, stating she weighed too much for such antics. Not with Scott. It seemed almost natural, which was odd but exhilarating. In two steps, he unceremoniously plunked her onto the edge of the bed, causing her to bounce.
Irritated, she pushed her hair out of her face and glanced up to see him grinning down at her like a Cheshire cat. A small smile twitched the corners of her lips.
“Was that necessary?”
Kneeling in front of her, Scott took her foot and propped it onto his thigh. “No, but I figured if there was one woman who would appreciate a bit of humor in the bedroom, it would be you.” He glanced up from unfastening her shoe and arched an eyebrow. “Unless I’m mistaken. If I am, I apologize.”
Charity swallowed hard. Ah hell. Why did he have to go and bring up their past? Tonight was supposed to be about smokin’ hot sex and nothing else. It would make writing her article a bit complicated, but she would deal with it. Now—now, she had feelings to contend with. Damn it.
She managed a smile. “No, you’re not mistaken.”
“I didn’t think so.” He waggled his eyebrows, while tossing the shoe aside and lowering her foot. “Next.”
She offered him her other foot, taking a moment to study him while he concentrated on the thin strap. Though his features had pretty much stayed the same—more mature, of course—she could make out a few subtle changes. His eyes being the most pronounced. There was still a twinkle of mischief when he looked at her but somehow he looked, well, tired. It was as if years of living on a ship were catching up to him. A pang touched her heart at this. Scott was too young to look so weary.
Charity snapped out of her daze when she felt the mattress sink on either side of her. She giggled at Scott’s nose pressed against hers and she slid back until her head was resting on the pillows. Lolling her head to the side, she pursed her lips.
“Me thinks you have entirely too many clothes on. I’m down to my stockings and thong. You’re completely clothed.”
“Your wish is my command.” Scott slipped off the bed and toed off his shoes. “Would the lady like a striptease?”
This ought to be good. Sitting up, she folded her legs and bit her upper lip to keep from grinning. She nodded and gestured for him to go ahead. “By all means, I would enjoy that very much.”
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “You can’t laugh.”
“I promise nothing.”
Scott sighed. “The hazards of making love to a beautiful woman with a sense of humor. The sex is great…if you can handle her laughing at you.”
She wanted to tell him that they hadn’t actually had sex yet, but the knot of emotion in her throat prohibited her from doing much more than offering him a tremulous smile. It was just as well because Scott began what certainly could not be considered magic. He swung his hips in exaggerated gyration, while unbuttoning his shirt, and it was all she could do not to laugh. Once the last button was undone, he shrugged out of the garment and circled it over his head a few times before letting it fly.
It landed on the bedside lamp.
Charity gave it a cursory glance. “Nice shot.”
Scott shrugged, still shaking his hips. “I try.”
Drawing her legs up to her chest, she watched him unfasten his belt and yank it off in one motion. Nice. He tossed it aside and reached for the button of his pants. Her mouth watered. Their eyes met and held as he twisted the button loose and lowered the zipper halfway. She didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. He wanted to eat her up.
And she wanted to be eaten.
Scott turned his back to her and placed his fists on his hips before jiggling his rear in the worst stripper move Charity had ever seen. She clamped her hand over her mouth to squelch her laughter, but all she succeeded in doing was making a rather unattractive snorting sound. Her cheeks flamed and she dropped her hand, no longer able to contain her amusement.
Scott peered over his shoulder with a grin. “Too much?”
“Oh my God,” she gasped while making slashing motions with her hands. “No more. My sides hurt.”
Scott finished disrobing and, after grabbing a condom from his wallet, he crawled onto the bed. He set the contraceptive on the nightstand, slid his hands up her calves to her knees, and pushed her legs down.
“That’s better. Now I can see you.” He glanced down at her thighs and knitted his eyebrows together before pulling out the business card Michael had given her at dinner. “What’s this?”
This could be awkward. “A business card from one of the people I had dinner with. I told them I was a journalist and he offered to help with one of the side stories I’m working on.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire. Abso-friggin’-lutely. Now would be the worst possible time to tell Scott she’d scored Hottie McHot’s phone number. For some reason, she had the sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t take it well.
Scott eyed her for a second before placing the card on the nightstand. “Huh.” He trailed his fingertips up the length of her thigh. “Are you hiding anything else in those stockings that I should know about?”
Content that he believed her, Charity gave him a saucy smile. “I don’t think so, but maybe you should give me a thorough search just to be certain.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Chapter Ten
Starting with her right leg, Scott hooked his fingers into the elastic and gently worked the silky material down her thigh. He paused halfway to place soft, openmouthed kisses on her soft skin. She responded with a quiet mewling sound and then spread her legs farther apart.
He smiled against her skin. She was so responsive to his touch, so easily aroused. He didn’t understand how her past lovers couldn’t do the same for her. All they’d needed to do was take the time to know her, to know what she liked. Simple. Today was your first encounter with her. He was willing to wager that he knew more about her than any of her past lovers ever had. Perhaps that was the difference. She trusted him. Heavy stuff for someone with his reputation.
Removing the stocking, he tossed it with her other clothes and began the same treatment to the other leg, again stopping to kiss her thigh. She released a quivering sigh and slid her fingers through his hair, momentarily holding him in place. He stole a quick glance at her face to see her head tipped back and her eyes closed with her rosy lips slightly parted. God she was gorgeous. He could kick himself for running from her all those years ago. But she was here now, and he was going to make the most of the time he had with her.
“I’m burning up,” she moaned. “Please.”
His cock throbbed at her plea. She wasn’t the only one on the verge of combustion. He hadn’t been kidding outside the cabin when he’d told her he’d spent eight hours working with a hard-on. Hiding it from Kathy had taken a miracle, but somehow he’d managed. Now all he wanted was to slide into Charity’s hot pussy. He couldn’t. At least, not yet. He’d promised her two orgasm
s and he was a man of his word.
Once the second stocking was with its mate on the floor, he settled himself between her legs and admired the satiny triangle of material covering her sex. He ran his finger over the damp evidence of her desire and her hips jerked in response. If she’d been any other woman, he would have gone straight for the prize and slid his fingers beneath the elastic.
Charity wasn’t any other woman, however. She needed to realize that she wasn’t—what was the term she’d used?—broken. Instead, he brought his finger back up, instinctively finding her clit, before making small circles around the nub.
“Oh that’s good. I can take my panties off it’ll be easier,” she murmured and hooked her thumbs into the elastic at her hips.
Scott grasped her wrist with his free hand. “Huh-uh. I have something in mind.”
She released the elastic and dropped her head onto the pillows, a puzzled expression on her face. “Oh, um, okay.” He began rubbing again and her eyelids fluttered. “I think I like your idea.”
They would soon find out. Resting his left elbow on her thigh, he continued to stroke her through her panties and, with his right hand, he traced the tip of his forefinger down until he was met with the crevice of her bare bottom. Though her body was still relaxed, her breathing had paused and, when he peeked at her, he saw that she was watching him with a hint of apprehension.
“I know I’m supposed to be shedding my inhibitions, but I don’t think I can do anal. I’m not ready for that,” she said. “I hope you’re not upset.”
He kissed the inside of her thigh, finding her concern for his reaction not only touching but unusual as well. The women he normally slept with didn’t care what he wanted as long as he made them come, which he always did. As far as he knew, they figured that as long as he got off too then who cared?
Charity was a breath of fresh air indeed.
“I would never hurt you. I only want to make you feel good. Will you trust me?”
The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and she took a deep breath before nodding. “I trust you.”
Something in those three little words made his lungs constrict and his heart expand at the same time. He wanted to blame it on his highly aroused state and that he was about to bed the only woman who ever mattered to him, but somehow that didn’t seem right. Maybe it was because she didn’t expect him to be the Heartbreaker that made the difference. Who knows? More importantly, why was he worrying about this now?
“Good. Just relax and focus on how good my mouth is going to feel on your tight pussy.”
Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he returned his concentration to Charity’s luscious body. Once more, she rested her head against the pillows and, as if to prove that she trusted him, bent her knees, and arched her hips to give him better access to her ass. He leaned forward, nuzzling her clit through the moist material, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal.
“Oh, Scott, yesss. Will you move them? Just the front,” she panted.
She sounded so desperate and he wanted to make her explode in mind-numbing ecstasy, but if he gave in now she wouldn’t experience the full extent of her sexual capabilities. He refused to rob her of this opportunity. Who was to say she would ever get this chance again? Ignoring the stab of jealousy ricocheting through him at the thought, he lifted his head long enough to look her in the eyes.
“Soon. You can take a little more, I promise.” If he could take watching her upper body writhe on the mattress with his cock pulsating almost to the point of pain, then she could withstand a few more minutes of sensual torture before he took her over the edge.
Other than to whimper, she remained quiet as he continued to nuzzle her with his lips and trail his finger along the strip of material between her ass cheeks. She drew in a shaky breath when he tugged the material aside and exhaled a sigh a moment later. It was obvious Charity had never done this before and, though he knew she was nervous, he was certain she would enjoy herself.
“Relax, Cherry,” he murmured. “It’s okay to feel good.”
Obviously, something he’d said had an effect on her because her knees fell wider apart and her breathing evened. Rising to his knees, he hooked his fingers into the elastic strips at her hips and pulled them down over her thighs to her knees.
“Let’s remove these, shall we? I want to see what’s mine.”
Charity lifted her calves in an effort to help remove the panties and once he tossed them aside, she peered at him with a tiny smile.
“I thought you were going to make me wait.”
He was, but he didn’t think it would be productive to stick with his original plan. “Plan B. It’s pretty much Plan A only without panties. I’m sure the outcome will be the same. If not, then something will have gone drastically wrong.”
Charity laughed and stretched her hands out for him. “Come here, you big goofball.”
Scott resumed his place between her thighs, running his palms over her silky skin before laying her legs over his shoulders. Now, to see how much she trusted him. He traced the outline of her labia with his tongue, taking his time to savor her. She tasted of ripe peaches, sweet honey, and aroused woman all rolled into one.
Her soft mewls for more only made his cock harder and his balls ache with the need for release. Still, with each flick of his tongue, her thigh muscles jerked and made him want to spend days nestled between her legs, pleasuring her and making her scream his name.
“You taste so good,” he said. “So sweet.”
He slipped his hand beneath her ass, expecting her to stiffen. To his delight, she lifted her hips. Using slow gentle strokes, he skimmed the cleft of her ass with his finger while giving the same treatment to her clit with his tongue. When the pad of his finger touched the tiny puckered starburst, she jerked against him. At first, he feared she was going to pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, she moaned.
“That—that’s kinda nice.”
He lifted his head. “If you want me to stop, I will.”
She shook her head, eyes closed. “No. No, don’t stop. I like it.”
Scott continued to feast on her, lightly rubbing her anus from behind. He was relieved that Charity had been able to give herself over to pleasure, to give herself to him. At least, if her grinding her dripping pussy against his mouth and her fingers tangling in his hair was an indication, then Plan B was a success.
He stole a glance at her moments later when she released her hold on him and found her grasping the coverlet on either side of her and biting down on her upper lip. Though she was still moving against him, a moment of panic made him hesitate. Was the ass play a little more than she could take? He didn’t think so, but then it wouldn’t be the first time he’d been wrong.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head. “No! Biting lip…keep from…screaming. Keep going, dammit.”
Wow. Scott did as he was told, increasing the tempo of his tongue on her clit while keeping the strokes of his finger steady. Charity was close, he could feel the heat radiating from her and, when she finally came hard, she grasped his hair once more to hold him in place while digging her heels into the mattress and arching her hips. She cried out his name and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
He soothed her pulsing flesh and, once the spasms passed, she released her hold on him and opened her eyes. Rising to his knees, he took in her quivering legs and then gazed into her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
She placed a trembling hand to her chest and giggled. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”
Scott hovered over her body, nudging her knees wider with his. “That was just the warm up. I still owe you one more.” He looked her over lazily. “You really do have a fantastic ass.”
“You need psychiatric help, but I appreciate the compliment just the same.” Linking her fingers behind his neck, she locked her ankles around his hips and grinned. “Kiss me.”
Her first comment unsettled
him, but with his body pressed against hers, her hot wet cunt rubbing against his aching cock, he wasn’t going to argue. He pressed his mouth to hers, her tongue licking her essence from his lips. He swallowed a groan. Jesus fuck.
She was going to make him come before he even got started. Between this afternoon’s erotic—and very public—encounter, her willingness to play and lick her own juices from his lips, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be able to withstand more than a few moments inside her. Already, his balls were heavy and aching with the need for release.
He drew back after several seconds. “You’re killing me, Cherry.”
She licked her lips and reached for the condom on the nightstand. “We wouldn’t want that.” She tore open the package and removed the contraceptive. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
Scott lifted an eyebrow. “You really did date a bunch of assholes, didn’t you?”
She shrugged.
He watched her carefully grasp the tip of the prophylactic and roll it down over his rigid shaft, the feel of her slender fingers wrapping around his engorged flesh made his hips jerk in response. If he hadn’t known this was her first time or that her self-esteem was questionable at best, he probably would have laughed at her caution. As such, he winked when she looked up.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve been doing this for years.” She rolled her eyes. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Charity hooked her legs around his hips and he braced himself on his elbows on either side of her head before slowly entering her slick opening halfway. He squeezed his eyes shut and he could have sworn he saw stars exploding. She was hot, wet and—dear Lord in heaven—was she ever tight. It was as if God had created her specifically for him. There was no possible way he would last, but that was fine. They had all night, and he didn’t intend to leave this cabin until she was completely satisfied.
“I’ve waited so long,” she moaned while arching her hips to take more of him into her. “More.”
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