by Ava McKnight
As it was, he was pushing her to that beautiful precipice once again. He had but to draw her clit into his mouth one more time while his fingers pumped in and out of her and she would come.
And he did… As though he knew exactly when and how to send her into that spiraling tailspin that would make her scream his name.
When her orgasm hit, it was twice as powerful as the first one had been. Kate literally saw flashes of light behind her closed lids. She cried out as her fingers tightened around John’s solid bicep.
“Oh, God!” The sensations that consumed her were more erotically delicious than anything she’d ever experienced before. Kate held fast to the moment, savoring it, deriving every ounce of pleasure she could.
But even as phenomenal as her first two orgasms had been, she knew innately they would not compare to the exquisite feeling of having John inside her.
“Please make love to me,” she begged. “Please. I have to feel you inside me, John. Now.”
He didn’t hesitate. Pulling away from her, he quickly stripped off his clothes and boots. Kate found the view breathtaking. He was gorgeous from head to toe. His bronze skin, dark hair and sculpted face were enough to make a girl swoon. But John Archer’s devastating features did not stop there. His broad shoulders gave way to strong, solid biceps. His chest was expansive and his well-defined pectorals were covered with a fine layer of dark brown hair. Corrugated abs made her fingers itch to trace the grooves of his rigid midsection.
Her gaze dropped to his lean hips and then she feasted her eyes upon the long, thick cock that stood ready to seek the haven she longed to offer it.
Kate’s jaw fell slack. Her breathing grew shallow as excitement gripped every inch of her. It took several seemingly endless seconds for her to recover. When she finally came to her senses, her gaze lifted and met John’s. He smiled wickedly at her.
Kate grinned. “I have to admit, you’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.”
He crooked a dark eyebrow. “Been fantasizing about me, Miss Perry?”
Heat tinged her cheeks. “I suppose it’s pointless to deny it now.”
John moved toward her, a predatory look in his smoldering eyes. “I don’t want you to deny anything, sweetheart. Not your feelings for me, or the way I make you feel, for that matter. I want you to be completely open with me, Kate.”
She had to admit, the concept was a liberating one. Kate actually let out a sigh of relief. “I can tell you anything?”
He moved between her parted legs, settling comfortably there as she lay back against the pillows. His hard cock nestled her belly and one powerful thigh pressed against the heart of her.
“Yes, Kate. You can tell me anything. You can say anything.” His lips grazed the top of her breast before his tongue swiped her hard nipple through the lacy cup of the bra she still wore. Which he promptly removed.
“In fact,” he continued in his low, sexy voice as he tossed the garment aside. “You can beg me to do anything you want me to do. Anything at all, Kate. I’m all yours. A slave to your erotic bidding.”
Her breath caught. The image his words conjured up sent a jolt through her body that targeted her throbbing pussy. Rising above the intense sensation, she asked, “And what do you want, John?”
His gaze lifted from her chest and locked with hers. “You, Kate. I want you. With me always. In my bed, in my life, in my heart. Forever.”
Tears suddenly stung her eyes. Her mouth quivered as words she wanted so desperately to say all converged at once, overwhelming her.
“Hey,” he said as he reached up and brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
She smiled as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “They’re happy tears. I promise.”
He grinned at her. Then he kissed her. Kate felt her whole world slowly fall into place. Everything was going to be alright. John loved her. He believed she hadn’t been having an affair with Ken. He wanted her. He…
Loved her.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held him to her, savoring the feeling of his weight on her, his naked body pressed to hers. In the eight years she’d fantasized about him, never once had she dreamed they would form an intimate bond so quickly. But it was as though they had always been together.
And, in many ways, they had. She’d just never allowed herself to indulge in the fantasies. John had been with her all this time, by her side. He had been so proud of her when she’d graduated valedictorian. He’d been right there in the front row, applauding her accomplishment. Then he’d taken her to dinner at her favorite restaurant.
In fact, he’d celebrated every professional coup with her.
It occurred to Kate that he had been with her during every important moment of her life—good or bad—since she was twenty years old. John had always stood by her. Encouraged her. Supported her.
That was why his support had been so important to her when she’d found herself embroiled in a scandal. Of all the people she wanted to know of her innocence, John was the one who stood out above all else. That was why she’d had to come to him tonight.
And she was damned glad she had.
“I couldn’t bear it if you thought I’d done something unscrupulous, John. If you thought I was having an affair with Ken…”
He stared down at her, a quizzical look on his face. “I don’t think that, Kate. I swear. In fact… I’m ashamed that I let my insecurity and my jealousy get the best of me. I know you. I know you’d never do what the press is accusing you of doing. I know it in my heart, Kate. I’m just sorry I was too blinded by my own issues to see the truth. You shouldn’t have had to come here to convince me of your innocence. I should have just known.” He shook his head. “I did know. I just got a little…lost.”
Her fingers grazed his cheek, his clenched jaw. “I forgive you.”
Relief reflected in his eyes. “Thank you.”
“However,” she added. “If you don’t make love to me now, I won’t forgive you for that.”
John chuckled. “Sweetheart, I am going to make love to you now. And about ten minutes after I’m done, I’m going to make love to you again. And then ten minutes after that…”
She laughed. “You’re pretty cocky when it comes to your stamina.”
“Oh, yeah,” he whispered. His head dipped and his lips trailed down her neck to her collarbone. “But only because I’ve been saving up for this moment. I’ve waited so long for you, Kate. I’d like nothing better than to love you all night.”
“Hmm. That sounds heavenly.”
“You just lay back, baby,” he said in a soft voice, “and let me drive you wild.”
Chapter Six
Archer could honestly say he’d never been so captivated by a woman.
He’d never felt so hot. So turned inside out.
It was literally all he could do not to ravage Kate on the spot. But he forced himself to hang in there…to retain some perspective. This moment was a long time in the making, and he intended to savor it. More than that, he intended to give Kate everything she deserved, everything she could ask for. If it meant exhausting his entire repertoire of lovemaking—and maybe learning a few new tricks of the trade—he was going to love Kate Perry in the most decadent ways. He was going to prove they belonged to each other. And he was going to do everything in his power to leave her begging for more.
Because he never wanted to lose her. He wanted her to belong to him forever. And he wanted her to want him…forever.
His eyes moved over her, from her long blonde hair, fanned out against the pillow, to her full, beautiful breasts, with their perfect pink nipples, to her flat belly and slim hips. Lower still, his eyes feasted on the nearly bare mound between her legs. Her dewy flesh tempted him. Her small lips and swollen clit made his mouth water.
But what really drove him wild was knowing how incredibly tight that sweet pussy of hers was. Two fingers had stretched her taut. He could only imagine how she would encase him, she
athing him in her warm, wet depths. Squeezing him tight.
Archer groaned. His cock hardened even further, though he’d thought that impossible. Still, it throbbed and pulsed in wild beats, demanding some relief.
Soon.
The thought of being buried deep inside Kate made his pulse race and his cock throb even more.
Her hands eased over his shoulders and down his arms. One moved to his chest and she lightly touched his muscles, then ran her fingertips over his abs.
“You’re perfect,” she whispered, a hint of awe in her voice that made Archer’s cock swell even more.
Jesus, she was doing quite a number on him tonight. His hands hooked the back of her knees and he spread her legs wide. “Sweetheart, you are perfection personified.” He admired the erotic view sprawled before him a moment longer before he moved forward, the tip of his cock pressing against her opening.
Kate caught her lower lip between her teeth. Her fingers skimmed down his midsection to his shaft. Her fingers wrapped around it and her hand eased up down the length of him, wreaking havoc on Archer’s control.
Her hips lifted off the sofa, thrusting upward, forcing him to penetrate her tight opening. Just a minor breach; he only eased into her an inch or so. But Kate let out a soft whimper that fueled the fire raging inside him.
“More, John,” she whispered in a low, sensual tone. “Give me more. I want to feel you deep inside me.”
Archer groaned. Lord only knew how he was going to survive this. Pressing his hips forward, he oh-so-slowly pushed himself into her wet pussy. His heart hammered in his chest as erotic sensations consumed him. Kate let out a small cry as he invaded her most intimate area. Her inner walls clutched him tight, clinging to him as he pulled almost out of her, then eased back in.
His jaw clenched. Fighting every impulse he had to thrust hard and fast into her warm depths, he somehow managed to retain some composure. But a bead of sweat broke out on his forehead.
It didn’t help matters when she cupped her breasts with her hands and squeezed the plump globes. The fire that roared through Archer’s body damn-near singed him to the core of his being.
He let out a low growl. “For God’s sake, Kate. You’re making it tough for me to keep it together here, sweetheart.”
She smiled at him, her green eyes glowing with passion. “Stop holding back, John.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”
“You’re not going to,” she said, her voice a bit breathless as he continued to move inside her. “I’m not a virgin. It’s just…been awhile.”
Her hands clutched his biceps and she pulled him toward her, forcing Archer to release her legs. She promptly wrapped one around his waist, holding him to her. “Ah, that’s better,” she whispered.
Her hands tangled in his hair as Archer kissed her. Her hips moved in time with his, keeping pace with him as he made love to her with a slow, sensual rhythm. When his mouth left hers and trailed over her jaw and down the long column of her throat, she let out a soft moan that drove him wild. He took a small, hard nipple into his mouth and sucked on it as he pushed deep into her.
“Oh, yes,” she said on a sharp breath. “You feel so good inside me, John.” The long leg wrapped around his waist gripped him tighter. Her back arched, keeping her body pressed to his.
Archer picked up the pace, thrusting deep into her until she was panting and writhing beneath him, begging for more.
He never wanted this erotic pleasure to end. He wanted to make her come and come… But his own release was difficult to keep at bay. The feelings she evoked in him were all-consuming and impossible to ignore.
As he pumped in and out of her, he felt the tremble in her body that told him how close she was to coming. Within seconds, she cried out as the pleasure gripped her. Archer let out a low growl.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Squeeze me tight.” Her warm pussy held him captive as she milked him, pushing Archer over the edge. “Oh, Kate!” His orgasm hit him hard, stealing his breath and making his body convulse as her inner walls continued to clutch him.
For several seemingly endless moments, Archer lost all touch with reality. This was the stuff dreams were made of. This woman was a fantasy come to life.
And she was all his.
Chapter Seven
Kate’s arms were wrapped around John’s neck, her leg was draped over his hips. She held him close to her, savoring every moment with him. His clean, masculine scent infiltrated her senses, mingling with her desire, filling all the spaces within her that had seemed so empty only hours before.
She never wanted to let him go. The weight of his strong body on hers, the feel of his hard cock inside her, the warmth of his breath on her neck as he, too, fought for normal airflow all felt too heavenly to relinquish. His arms slid around her and he held her tightly, as though, like her, he wanted this exquisite moment to last forever.
Kate smiled as her head nestled in the crook of his neck. She had always felt a bond with John, but now there was an intimate connection between them. Something powerful and life-altering that she would hold onto forever.
“I don’t want to leave this spot,” he whispered in her ear.
A little thrill worked its way through Kate’s body, knowing John had been thinking the same thing…that he was as enthralled as she was. “No one’s asking you to move.”
“But I’m crushing you.”
She laughed. “No, you’re not. It feels wonderful to be this close to you. To have your weight on me. I don’t want to let you go.”
“No one’s asking you to let me go.”
She grinned. “Good. I think I’ll keep you awhile.”
He pulled slightly away from her, eliciting a whimper of protest. Staring down at her, he said, “Just awhile?”
“Well…” she teased him.
John chuckled. “Sweetheart, I’ve got news for you. You’re stuck with me now.”
“Oh, the hardship,” she said on a sigh. She twined her fingers through his hair and added, “Does this mean I can have you whenever I want you?”
His grin was positively wicked. “Whenever, wherever, however… I’m all yours, baby.”
Kate’s heart swelled with love. She pulled his head to hers and kissed him.
When John finally broke the kiss, he asked, “How long has it been, Kate?”
She stared up at him, confused for a moment, but then she realized to what he referred. Sex. “Since I was eighteen,” she admitted. “Ten very long years.”
“Jesus.” He whistled under his breath. “Why so long?”
“Fear,” she said without hesitation.
John eyed her curiously. “I didn’t think you were afraid of anything, Kate Perry.”
She smiled at him. “Just one thing. Ruining my future. I dated a boy my senior year of high school who claimed his parents owed a house on the lake. A bunch of us went out there one Friday night and had a party. When the police showed up, they found Chris and I in bed together. I was mortified.”
John laughed. “I can imagine.”
“But even worse,” she said, “was the fact that Chris’ parents didn’t own the house. He’d broken into it. Correction…we’d broken into it. Unwittingly, but still. There were six or seven of us there, and that made us as guilty as Chris.”
“What happened?”
“My sister had to come pick me up at the police station, which was traumatic enough. She was really on edge back then because our parents had died a couple years’ before and she was now responsible for me. She wanted me to have a good life, a good future. And there I was, sitting in the police station, waiting to be arrested for trespassing and breaking and entering.”
John shifted on the sofa, moving off her, despite her protest. He settled next to her and pulled her into his arms. Her head rested on his broad shoulder and Kate found that she liked this intimate position as much as the previous one. Something about the way John held her, his hand lazily caressing her arm, m
ade her feel even closer to him. Emotionally as well as physically.
Continuing her saga, she said, “Betsy had a complete meltdown right there at the station. She went on and on about how I was going to lose my scholarship to Princeton and I’d have a criminal record and no one would hire me. She said I’d be damned lucky to get a job at Dairy Queen.”
John let out a little snort. “She’s a bit melodramatic, isn’t she?”
“A bit. Anyway, the owners of the house didn’t press charges, thank God, because they knew Chris and they didn’t want to ruin his future. But the whole incident left me reeling. I realized how important it was that I stay on the straight and narrow. And I guess I just concentrated all my efforts on school and my career after that.”
“Hmm. Maybe you were just waiting for the right man to come along.”
“That, too.” She dropped a kiss on his chest, then skimmed the warm flesh with her fingertips, loving the silky feel of his chest hair against her skin.
“Well, here I am, baby.”
She laughed. “And you were well worth the wait.”
His deep chuckle reverberated inside her. “Glad to hear it.”
He held her awhile longer, then made love to her again. Around nine o’clock, John suggested they return to her loft so she could get some rest. He helped her dress, then draped an arm around her shoulders as they left his office. He’d called the security desk and they’d ensured the parking garage was devoid of reporters. John told her several local and national reporters had tried to gain access to the building and the garage, but his staff had kept them out. As they left the building, however, they spotted several news vans sitting alongside the road.
“Will they follow us?” Kate asked.
“If they recognize your car.” His gaze alternately shifted from the road to the rearview mirror. “How’s the security at your loft?”
“The garage is gated. You have to have a code to get in. Plus, there’s a security guard at the entrance. Without a sticker on the windshield, like the one I have in the bottom left corner there, he won’t let you by.”
