Hot Silver Nights: Silver Fox Romance Collection

by Ainsley Booth

  Arthur locked the front door, winked at her, and joined her on the couch.

  “Alone at last,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

  Leaning into him, Carolyn sighed. “It was a beautiful wedding. I’m so happy for both of them and I can’t remember when I’ve had so much fun.”

  “The fun doesn’t have to end,” Arthur chuckled, “the night is still young.”

  “And we are not.” Carolyn laughed.

  “I wasn’t thinking of wild crazy sex with a variety of contorted positions…at least not for tonight.”

  “Oh, and when were you thinking that would happen?”

  “In due time. We’ve got the ranch to ourselves all week.”

  “And for tonight?”

  “Tonight I’d simply life to make slow, tender love to you,” Arthur whispered as he stood up and offered her his hand.

  Standing up with his assistance—she’d had a few drinks too—she took his hand. He drew her into an embrace and lowered his lips to meet hers. The kiss deepened when her arms slid up and around his neck. It was all the invitation he needed to slip his tongue between her lips and explore her mouth. With one hand behind her head, he pinned her there as his other hand drifted down her back. He grabbed her ass and pulled her hips tight against him. His arousal pressed against her stomach.

  “I could take you right here,” he said.

  Carolyn broke the kiss. “Let’s go up to our room. Mac’s parents are sleeping in his old room right down the hall and I don’t want to disturb them.”

  “Good idea, although you were pretty quiet the other night. And besides, I don’t think they’re sleeping.”

  “Arthur, I don’t think you should assume I’ll always be quiet. I admit this is all new to me and I’m not exactly assertive when it comes to sex.”

  “I’d like to change that; you are definitely open to trying new things.”

  “With you, yes. You’re a very gentle and patient man.”

  “I’ll always be gentle with you, Carolyn, but my patience is threatening to break through this zipper,” he said, his eyes almost pleading with her.

  Arm in arm they walked upstairs and Arthur closed and locked the bedroom door.

  “Would you mind terribly if I shower first? It’s been a long day.”

  “May I join you?”

  “Arthur, I’ve never showered with a man in my life.”

  “You’ve come close.” He laughed as he recalled the incident in the motel bathroom before they were intimate.

  “That was entirely your fault. How could I have known you’d be…”

  “It will be much different this time,” he said as he turned her. Lowering the zipper on her dress, he pushed it off her shoulders and onto the floor.

  Her breath hitched as he removed her slip and tossed it aside. Nibbling on her neck, he slid his arms around her waist and up to release the front closure of her bra. Her heavy breasts fell into his hands and he massaged them before pulling on her nipples.

  “Mmm,” she murmured, her buds becoming hard and erect.

  “Maybe we can skip the shower,” he whispered in her ear and ran his tongue around the edge of it.

  “Umm, no we can’t.”

  “Then I’m joining you.”

  Chapter 14

  The glass and tile open shower was large enough for two and had enough jets for several people, not that she was into threesomes—she was barely getting accustomed to being a twosome. She adjusted the water temperature to suit her and as she began to wash, Arthur stepped in under the gentle spray.

  “Let me do that, please?” he asked, taking the soapy scrubby from her hand without waiting for an answer.

  Using his hands, he started with her arms and lathered and massaged each right down to her wrists where his touch became lighter. He entwined his fingers with hers as he kissed little rivulets of water skittering down her face and then reached around to her back. His hands worked magic to relieve the tension until he felt her relax and lean into him. Briefly he turned her to let the water rinse the suds away and trickle down her spine.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  “Heavenly,” she replied and she meant it. She would definitely do this again.

  “I like your answer,” he said as he turned her again and began at her neck and shoulders. She giggled when he slid his hands under her arms and bathed the sides of her body with smooth, soft strokes, stopping at her hips.

  Adding more liquid soap, he began circular motions on each breast, pushing them up and cupping them. A spray from the side of the shower quickly cleared the soap and he bent his head to flick his tongue across her nipples. Her hands were on his hips for balance and she arched her back urging him to have his fill. And he did. Pulling and rolling one nipple with his hand, he latched onto the other and sucked, drawing it deep into his mouth. He left that breast tingling as he switched to the other. She threw her head back and moaned her pleasure, his name whispered through soft lips.

  No woman had spoken his name so sweetly. He released her with a smile and positioned her shoulder to his chest. Fresh bubbles covered her stomach and buttocks as he worked his way down to where her legs joined her torso. He slid his hand between her cheeks and she gasped when he grazed over her rosebud. Slowly he moved his other hand down her stomach and eased two fingers between her legs. Stroking lightly, he touched her clit and she shivered as a wanting sigh escaped on a ragged breath.

  “I never imagined a shower could feel so relaxing and sensual. It’s actually sexy,” she said.

  “I have imagined it many times since I met you and it can get even sexier. You have a beautiful body, Carolyn, and I can’t get enough of you.” He continued down her legs and sitting her on the bench, washed her feet.

  When he reached for the shampoo, Carolyn sighed. “I can’t recall the last time someone washed my hair, but I do remember I loved it.”

  “I want to spoil you, pamper you, and do whatever makes you happy. Lie back on the bench.”

  “You already do and I’m going to love this.”

  Arthur put one knee on the bench and steadied himself as he leaned over her. As he started massaging the shampoo into her hair their eyes met and held the gaze. His attention consumed her as his fingertips drew small circles on her scalp, his thumbs pressing gently against her temples and the area behind her ears. Then he reached for the hand held spray and watched as the shampoo and any reservations she might have had about showering with him floated down the drain. He repeated the same tender massage with her conditioner, easing his fingers through her hair until it was rinsed free. Adjusting the spray to pulsate, he directed the water down the length of her body, striking her nipples just right before he spread her legs and sent the pulse between them. One jet struck just the right spot and her tummy contracted, sending a jolt of electric excitement through her.

  Carolyn closed her eyes trying to permanently capture the moment in her mind forever. Finally her tiny and totally relaxed voice spoke. “I will wash your body now if you like.”

  “I think you should lie still and let all the tension from last week flow out of you. I can wash quickly and then I’ll dry you off.”

  Arthur finished showering and stepped out to retrieve two large bath towels. Wrapping one around his waist, he returned to shut off the water and surround Carolyn with the other one. Together they toweled off and leaving the room Carolyn’s voice called back.

  “I’m just going to get my nightgown.”

  “For all of the two minutes you’ll actually have it on?” He laughed and plugged in the blow dryer.

  “You have a point,” she said, coming back into the bathroom.

  “Sit please,” Arthur indicated the bench in front of the mirror. “I’m going to dry your hair.”

  “Oh, a beauty school graduate and a pilot…I’m impressed.”

  “Well, you’ve got the pilot thing right, but I’ve never blow dried a woman’s hair before.”

  “I trust you co
mpletely,” she said, and before she knew it her hair was flying about in all directions. When it was dry, she looked like she’d stuck her finger in an electrical outlet. Looking at the result in the mirror, she began to laugh. “We sure do have some interesting things happen in the bathroom.”

  “I guess it’s not my forte,” he said, “but it will probably only get messed up in the bed.”

  “Right, not your forte at all, but you were great in the shower. I’d like to do that more often.”

  “I’m at your service and while your hair may not look like you just stepped out of a salon, look at these.” He unwrapped her towel, turned her to face the mirror, and standing behind her reached around to cup her breasts. “These beauties shine; they’re gorgeous!”

  “I don’t know…they’re a little lower than they used to be and…”

  “Hush; higher, lower—it doesn’t matter. I’m hungry for them,” he said, tweaking her nipples. “Now, let’s get into bed, sweetheart.”

  “I’ll be right there; just give me a few minutes,” she called out as he left the bathroom.

  There were so many intimate things she wanted to say to him, sweet talk, sexy talk she’d never spoken before. For the first time she found herself lost for words with Arthur and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

  He’d given her the most sexual and sensual experiences she’d ever had. As her excitement piqued at the thought of crawling into bed with him, a bit of sadness washed over her and pulled her deep into thoughts of the past. No man ever loved her body. If she was honest, no man ever loved her. Did Arthur love her? She didn’t know. He never said, but maybe he would tonight.

  “Carolyn, are you okay?” Arthur called from the bedroom.

  “I’m more than okay,” she said as she turned out the bathroom light and slipped into bed with him.

  “I was beginning to get concerned.”

  “You have no need to worry, Arthur. I was just sitting there thinking back on my life.”

  “And what part of your life were you thinking about?”

  “Oh you know, the things you think of when you look back over the years. I got a little misty,” she said, only telling a small portion of what went through her mind.

  “Carolyn, it sounds like you’re still a little misty. Do you want to talk about it?”

  “I do appreciate your concern, but I don’t think so. I’ve told you most of the story and it wasn’t pretty. But you listened and never judged me. I don’t want to bring the past into the present with you. It’s not that I’m keeping things from you, but right now I’m feeling so cared for, for the first time in my life, I want to move forward. I don’t want to hurry or rush into anything but I don’t want to stand still either. Does that make sense?”

  “It makes perfect sense to me. I don’t want to move so fast you become uneasy. I want to get to know you even better. We don’t need to talk about the past unless you want to—that’s history. I want to know who you are now, what you want to do in the years ahead, discover what we have in common, and see where our relationship can go.”

  “I like your approach and we have time, but I’ll be honest and tell you it’s a little scary.”

  “How so, sweetheart?”

  “I’m afraid to fall in love. I thought I was in love once; oh, if I’d only known then what I know now,” she sighed.

  “I think we all feel that way at times. I thought I was in love once too and I truly believed she loved me, but not enough to remain faithful to me when flying took me away for days at a time. I want to know and enjoy real love, Carolyn, before it’s my time to leave this earth.”

  “I know exactly how you feel. I need to be sure what’s happening between us isn’t lust or need but something we both want. There’s a big difference...and Arthur, God willing, neither of us is going anywhere soon.”

  “I want you to know I do not lust after your body. Yes, you have a beautiful body and I would be honored if you would continue to share it with me and me alone. It’s not lust, it’s desire. I desire you, Carolyn. I don’t know any other way to say it.”

  “No man has ever said that to me before.”

  “I won’t deny having needs, sweetheart, but if you’ll forgive me for saying this, if it’s just a need I have, I can take care of that with my hand. I would never use a woman. Masturbation is a healthy thing.”

  “I’ve had to learn that myself,” she giggled, admitting it for the first time.

  As they faced each other in the dark, he reached for her, tucked her into his arms, and kissed her softly.

  “So, where are we?” he asked.

  “Well, we’re in bed holding each other…”

  “And…”

  “You just kissed me…”

  “And…”

  “Your tongue seems to be too busy talking,” she said as she giggled again.

  “Do you desire my tongue?” he asked, flashing a wide grin.

  “I think it used to be called sucking face and I want it.”

  A laugh roared out of Arthur as he cupped her face with both hands. “Come here; I’ll suck face with you anytime.”

  His tongue swept between her lips and invaded her mouth. She joined him, tongue against tongue, rubbing and probing deep. Naked skin to skin, her nipples demanded his attention.

  “I think those beauties remember being tweaked after our shower,” he whispered.

  “Oh, they didn’t forget, they are seeking out your affection,” she assured him.

  “Good, I can’t wait to get my mouth on them.” He nibbled down her throat and sought out her breasts, flicking his tongue over her fully extended tips and settling on one to draw deep into his mouth. He kept the other one occupied, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it out and squeezing it hard.

  “I like this desire you have for me and I seem to have the same for you.”

  “I think that’s a beautiful thing, Carolyn,” he said as he consumed her other breast and did not neglect the nipple he’d just left.

  His cock was rock hard and she could feel it pulsating against her thigh. Slowly she eased her hand down his chest daring to reach for it. In this position she could only touch the tip and encircled her fingers just below the head. Her thumb grazed a drop or two of pre-ejaculate and one of his hands slid down her curves and between her legs. He separated her lips and concentrated on her budding nub barely extending beyond its hood and coaxed it out.

  He cupped her and inserted his middle finger into her as he kissed a path down her tummy, nibbling and groaning along the way. Settling between her open thighs, he lowered his head and his tongue began to slide over her clit. He removed his finger and with both hands he held her hips, applying more pressure to her sensitive nub without ceasing.

  “Wait,” she whimpered as she tried to pull away again.

  “Sweetheart, am I hurting you?” he asked as her stomach contracted and her legs began to shake.

  “No, it’s just so electrifying, so much more than I’ve ever felt by myself. I don’t know how to do it…don’t know what to do.”

  “You don’t have to do anything, I’ll do it. Just let it happen.”

  Moonlight filled the room and he saw her nod, felt her body relax.

  “Arthur, I really want to get there.”

  “You will, even if it’s not tonight, don’t worry.”

  “I want it to be tonight.” Her breath was ragged.

  “Then all you have to do is trust me and give your body to me. Above all, don’t try to get there, let me take you there. Just let go and surrender.”

  He reached under his pillow where he’d hidden the lube and applied a generous coating to his cock from the blue container. From the pink container, he covered his fingers and saturated her deep inside.

  “Oh, it’s tingling,” she said.

  “It’s supposed to be even better when the two come together,” he told her so when it happened she would understand. “Let’s see if it’s true.”

  He positi
oned the head of his cock at her opening and slipped inside, slowly easing back and forth but not going deep into her.

  “You’re teasing me,” she said.

  “I can fix that.” And he did. With one hard thrust he thundered into her. The slapping sound of skin-on-skin filled the room as her nails dug into his back, her legs around him. Even with the lube she was tight and he loved it, but he wanted her to come…preferably with him.

  He slowed down and she protested. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Just for a few minutes.” Sliding out of her, he lowered his head as he lifted her hips to his mouth. Rapidly his tongue raced over her, flicking harder and faster over her clit which was now fully exposed. She clenched and he encouraged her to push against him. “Sweetheart, put your hands on your nipples, roll them and pull on them, trust me.”

  She complied, and gripping her tighter he picked up his pace. Again and again he ravished her until she began to squeal and rock her head from side to side. She was ready.

  He lifted her legs over his shoulders and drilled into her.

  “Oh…Ooh,” she squealed, letting out a big breath.

  “That’s it, push up, meet me, hard,” he said without letting up.

  “I’m…oh…yes!” she screamed.

  She bucked her hips against him as he riveted her into oblivion and poured his fluid soul into her body. When he lowered his chest to hers, her body continued to quiver as she clung to him.

  “You did it,” she whispered against his chest when she could catch her breath.

  “No, you allowed me. We did it.” He kissed her forehead and drew the covers over them.

  Chapter 15

  Mitch spent most of his time with Melanie. Everyone had bets on whether or not he’d ever go back to New York. After they flew Mac’s parents home and Monica and her husband back to Texas, the rest of the week was more than either of them could have hoped for. They went riding and exploring. They went grocery shopping and Carolyn cooked for Arthur at the ranch; then they drove into Denver to his small apartment a couple of times and he cooked for her. They worked out at his gym and played pool with his buddies at the local bar. They went to the butterfly pavilion and the zoo. Arthur drove her down to the Springs and showed her around the Academy, and best of all they made love every night.