by Shara Azod
“Not mine,” she gasped, straining to take him deeper.
She needed more!
“Whose?”
Who the hell cared?
“Jimmy’s. Gay. Lover on the crew.” She really didn’t want to talk about this now, even if she could manage to pull together a complete sentence. “More!”
She wanted to cry with relief when he placed her legs on his shoulders, backing out till only the head of his cock remained before plunging forward and grinding their pelvises together.
“So good,” she moaned, pressing herself into him. “Please don’t stop!”
She was lost in a sea of pure sensation as he moved with infinite slowness, making her feel every ridge, every throbbing vein. His eyes never left her face, staring at her with such intensity it took her breath away. He looked at her as if she was the most amazing thing on earth.
“Touch your breasts for me, baby,” Leland commanded softly. “Play with them for me. Pinch your nipples, just like that.”
Rolling her nipples between her fingertips, she pressed the mounds together, lifting them up in offering. The look of something between pleasure and pain that crossed his face was priceless, spurring her to lift her head and circle the nipple with her tongue, first one, then the other.
“Aw, shit, baby that looks so good!”
His was moving faster, plowing deeper. She was completely impaled, so wholly his. Why had she ever tried to stop this from happening? She would cherish this moment for the rest of her life.
It was an act that was more than the combining of two bodies. He was taking her totally, making her his, marking her in a way no man ever had. She wouldn’t be okay tomorrow. She might never be okay again, and she could have cared less. There was no way she would be able to just walk away from this as was her original plan.
“Come here, sugar.”
Leland moved them again, getting up on his knees while placing her firmly on his lap. Not once did he leave her body, she might have died if he had. Twisting his fingers in her hair, he leveled her head back, engulfing a breast in his hot waiting mouth. His tongue swirled around her nipple, his lips adding delightful suction sending bolts of tingly delight straight to her packed cunt. She could feel the quakes beginning from her very core.
“Leland, I’m going to…I have to…” She couldn’t get the words out. He body lit up like a roman candle. The explosions happened one after another, wracking her entire being in a wave of ecstasy.
“Yes, baby, come all over my cock,” he whispered to her feverishly, as if she had a choice. He was guiding her, lifting her up and slamming her down on top of him while meeting her lunge for lunge.
“Don’t ever deny this again,” he growled into her hair, his hands kneading her ass as he maneuvered her just where he wanted her. She loved it. She loved the way he handled her, just like a real man. By damn, it had been so long she felt all feminine and soft. “Don’t ever deny us. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her throat dry, she could barely form the words. Her legs shook uncontrollably. The quakes just wouldn’t stop! Thankfully, he laid her down again, this time wrapping her legs around his waist. His movements never stopped, driving her insane with bliss.
“Never again, Antonia. You will never sleep without me again.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Hell she would have agreed to anything at that moment. She didn’t even mind the use of her given name. She was completely his, mind and body.
“Come for me again, sugar. Come with me!”
And as he commanded, she did.
Chapter 6
Leland hadn’t slept. He spent the entire night holding Toni, Antonia, in his arms. The ferocious possessiveness he felt towards this woman scared him now that he had time to think about it without being in a haze of lust. It was immediate, hitting him hard in the gut. He didn’t want to let her go. He waited for the sun to rise, waited for whatever her reaction would be from what had happened last night, all night long.
Even now his dick pulsated and sprang to life in remembrance of being buried balls deep in her tight channel. Far from being a virgin, Leland had never been so utterly fulfilled. She’d been like an extension of his own body, moving with him, convulsing around him. He hadn’t wanted to stop. He’d made love to her several times, unable to help himself. Her body felt like home, and he never wanted to leave it. He’d come so hard his dick hurt, his balls felt unnaturally empty, and even now he wanted more.
It was crazy; he knew nothing about her really. Oh, he knew she was as tenacious as a bulldog once she set her sights on something. She had the courage of ten muscle men. He had never known a woman who handled herself like Toni. It was cute and sexy as hell the way she worked alongside her crew like she was one of the guys. She never made excuses, never said she couldn’t do something. If she couldn’t handle something on her own, she wasn’t afraid to ask for help. The construction company was truly all hers, built by her own hands, fostered and grown by her diligence and attention to detail. He could honestly say he had never worked with a better construction company.
He may know her personal traits, but he didn’t know her likes and dislikes. He didn’t know what she liked to do on her off time. He didn’t know what movies she liked or her favorite food. He had no idea if she liked beer or wine.
He knew he wanted to keep her. He wanted to see if they could have a real relationship. This was way beyond mere interest on his part, more than sexual chemistry. The magnetic pull between them was something he couldn’t name. As scared as he may be now, his desire to be everything to her was even greater than the fear. He wanted to know all the things that turned her on. He wanted to fulfill her most secret fantasies. He wanted her to fulfill his own.
Rubbing his hands down her back he had to smile at her likely reaction when she finally woke up. His feisty little woman would be hell on wheels. She would probably curse him out for his autocratic attitude last night, and then curse him out some more because it felt good. He couldn’t wait. There was something undeniably alluring about a pissed off Toni. Alluring and arousing. He never wanted to piss her off for real, but he loved to see her all riled up.
Leland was prepared for the battle to be waged once she opened her eyes. She would want to run from this, from them, but he had her promise. Toni was not a woman to go back on her word, once he reminded her of it. Of course he would twist it just a bit, just to make sure they had a working chance. In many ways, she was just as frightened of commitment as he was. She loved her independence too much. He would just have to find a way to convince her being with him didn’t mean giving up who she was. She would fight him every step of the way, but she wouldn’t be his Toni otherwise.
He had to get her to come with him to Atlanta while they were waiting for the right materials. The manufacturer said it would take two weeks, that was two weeks he could tie up some loose ends and spend more time here in southern Georgia after the job was finished. He had no idea where this thing was going but he wanted to find out. He really had no frame of reference for a full time thing with a woman. It was something he had avoided like the plague.
His parents’ relationship hadn’t been the best. It had been downright contemptuous in fact. When his father was alive, he seemed to take delight in rubbing his mistresses in his mother’s face. His mother took solace in his father’s money and prestige. Theirs had been something of an arranged marriage, all about familial connections and bloodlines. Leland didn’t want that kind of life, though in the back of his mind, he had resigned himself to it.
Never had a woman sparked his imagination like this. He had never had anyone get under his skin. He wanted to be the one who made Toni smile. He wanted to shower her with gifts he knew she didn’t want or need. He wanted to pamper her to death as soon as she got home every day. It was an odd feeling for him. Odder still, he didn’t want to fight it. He didn’t want to run from it.
He wondered if she realized how good they could be together. He felt linked t
o Toni on a level he didn’t know was possible, one he rarely saw in the couples he knew. He hoped like hell she felt the connection too.
“Leland.”
It was more of a sigh than a spoken word, but it warmed the deepest, darkest corners of his heart, flooding his world with light. She thought about him in her sleep. That meant more to him than he ever thought possible. She was sealing her fate and she didn’t even realize it.
*****
Toni didn’t want to open her eyes. Leland was out there doing heaven knows what, she didn’t want to face him or what they had finally done. He couldn’t have left the island, the only boat left to transport him to the mainland was hers. What was she going to say to him? Should she pretend last night never happened? Somehow, she didn’t think he would allow that. It was too much to hope he would want to leave last night in the past and never refer to it again. If his pillow talk was any indication, he would be looking forward to more.
Memories of the past night made her break out in goose bumps despite the warm summer morning. Who knew behind that polished, gentlemanly veneer lay one seriously dominant lover? The man had certainly taken control of her body; he had her doing things she had never even considered with anyone else. Like the way he had her on her hands and knees begging, practically panting for it. Toni had never begged for a man in her life-before last night anyway. He also gave her more orgasms in one night than she’d had in a lifetime.
And stamina! She doubted she had gotten more than four hours of sleep last night. Leland had acted like a convict just let out of prison after an extended stay. He couldn’t get enough. She might be sore, but she felt so thoroughly satisfied she wanted to purr in contentment. This was not good. It was fine to fantasize about the man, but getting involved would only cause her endless headaches. There could be no ongoing affair while they were working together, or ever for that matter. Besides, how the hell was she supposed to finish this job on time and on budget getting only a few hours of sleep at night? The fact that her body was humming with energy this morning had to be a fluke. She would probably crash hard by midday.
One had to wonder how many lovers he’d had in his lifetime to have perfected the art of making love so well. No, not making love. Sex, it was just sex. And he was very, very good at it. He must have had a lot of experience- Oh, shit! She had let him do whatever he wanted without a condom! Of all the idiotic things to do! What the hell was wrong with her?
She had to get away from him. She couldn’t afford to let Leland know how badly he had affected her. She damn sure couldn’t ever have sex without protection again. He would probably go back to Atlanta while they were waiting for the correct materials for the roof. That would give her time to figure out a way to avoid him for the duration of the rehab job.
Convinced she had come up with a game plan, short term anyway, she rolled out of the small bed, stretching out the kinks in her muscles. How the hell he fit on the tiny twin bed she would never know. She had probably slept on top of his generous frame. In fact, she distinctly remembered falling asleep with him firmly embedded inside her.
Stop it, Toni! She had to shake off the slow ache beginning to build. She couldn’t allow a repeat performance, no matter how much she wanted to.
“Good morning, Sugar.”
Toni jumped at the sound of his voice. Damn, she hadn’t heard him approach, even though the floorboards of the trailer squeaked like a wounded mouse.
“Uh, yeah. Mornin’.” She considered pulling the sheet off the bed to cover up, but what would be the point? He had seen all she had to offer last night.
Leland had obviously showered this morning, his usually light hair was dark and wet, brushed back away from his face. His eyes sparkled with barely suppressed mischief as he leaned against the door wearing nothing more than boxers and a smile.
The man was really too fine for his own good. Her eyes traveled his frame, from the way his folded arms showcased the definition of his muscles, his chiseled chest, his flat stomach, to rest at the apex of his thighs. Oh, my, my, my. She couldn’t seem to pull her eyes away from the area that had brought her so much joy and fulfillment. The healthy bulge grew under her watchful gaze, pushing the light cotton material outward to create a little tent. She could catch glimpses of the heavily veined penis through the opening slit of the underwear. She found herself willing it to slip free of its confinement.
“I figured you’d be hungry, so I fixed breakfast,” Leland was saying, but Toni could have cared less. She was fixated. Just a little more, and it would be free. “Honey, you keep staring and licking your lips like that, I’ll give you a breakfast neither one of us will forget.”
“What?” Oh, hell. What the Sam Hill was she thinking?
Leland didn’t bother to answer, just arched a brow and smiled. She really couldn’t stand the man.
“I don’t suck-” Okay, she so couldn’t go there. Primarily because while it was true she didn’t give head as a general rule, she certainly had last night. Damn him!
“Really?” Leland slithered up so close, and her hardening nipples brushed his hot skin, just below his chest.
Man, he was tall! Tall and incredibly built. She must have licked her lips again, something she was completely unaware of doing the first time, because he growled, grasping the back of her head and swooping down to devastate her mouth. He tasted minty fresh, like he just brushed his teeth.
Brushed his teeth! Dag nab it all, she hadn’t brushed her freaking teeth, and here he was slobbing her down. Toni had to fight to gather her wits enough to push him away.
“I will drop you off at your car as soon as I shower,” she grumbled, unable to come up with much to say.
The man was dangerous, making her forget her purpose. She managed to skirt around him and make her way to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. All she had to do was get through the next couple of hours, and she would be free for at least two weeks. Maybe this delay was a good thing. He could go back to his world in Atlanta and forget all about her. With any luck, he would come back wanting to forget all about this little episode.
“You can lock me out of the bathroom, but you have to come out sometime,” Leland called through the door. “We will talk, Antonia.”
Just what she didn’t want to hear.
By the time she finished her shower and other morning absolutions, memories of exactly what Leland had said filtered through her foggy brain. That man had had the unmitigated gall to demand why she had condoms in the trailer! What was worse, he had demanded that she never deny him again! Never deny him, uh? She would show him denial all right!
“Where the hell do you get off?!” Toni exploded, storming out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than a towel and an attitude. “It is none of your damned business why I have condoms in my trailer! And I get to do whatever the hell I want with my body, you don’t get a say in anything I do buddy!”
Of course, Leland stayed completely unruffled through her little tirade. The man even had the audacity to grin at her anger. A shit eating grin from a man who knew he held the cards. The fucker!
“Your anger would have probably been more effective if you hadn’t answered last night,” he replied drolly. Holding out his large hand he beckoned, “Come here, sugar.”
Her anger deflated faster than a popped balloon. Just one softly drawled, “Sugar” and her feet moved determinedly in his direction, her body melting into his. Seemed he had her weakness all figured out, and yet, she didn’t resent it at all.
Allowing Leland to arrange her on his lap, she tried to bite back the purr of contentment as he held her close.
“I meant what I said last night, Toni,” Leland murmured as he fed her fresh fruit with his fingers. For just that moment, Toni allowed him to take charge. There was time enough to set him straight-later. “I am willing to fight for you sugar, so you had best just get used to me.”
That wasn’t going to happen, but there was little point in stressing the matter now. When they got back
to the marina she would break it to him she wasn’t interested in anything more. Because she wasn’t, right?
Chapter 7
What am I doing here? Somehow Toni had allowed Leland to convince her to come with him to Atlanta. Jimmy’s added encouragement hadn’t helped. She knew she shouldn’t have shared what happened at the trailer with him, or what had happened at her house after they got to the mainland. Less than forty-eight hours after committing the major mistake of sleeping with the handsome architect, she found herself ensconced in a downtown Atlanta luxury penthouse. It was a beautiful place, located on the top floor of a brand new building in the very heart of the downtown area. It was prime real estate, probably designed by Leland himself.
The apartment had to have been professionally decorated. No man could have pulled together the tasteful creams and soft muted browns, beiges and various other earth tones. It looked like an advertisement for some design magazine. Tasteful, welcoming, yet strangely untouched. Everything about the place screamed old money. Tasteful but priceless antiques and precious art were scattered around the six-thousand-plus square foot apartment. The apartment was slightly understated, but Toni had made her living building homes for the very rich, old and new money alike, she knew what outrageously expensive looked like. Southern Georgia was full of old family summer homes, second homes and ancestral homes. She had been in many a living room both tasteful and tacky. She probably couldn’t afford his couch, and she made a damn good living.
It was an affirmation of what she had suspected. Leland Westmorland was old money. He didn’t really talk about his family. During the past two days, she had talked ad nauseam about her large, rambunctious clan. They were an important part of who she was, and he had claimed he wanted to know all about her. However, Leland had said very little about his family. She only knew his father had died three years ago, and his mother was something of a social butterfly. From the charities and projects Leland had mentioned, Toni was able to piece together enough to know he came from an old Georgia family line. That meant heartache, if she ever allowed her heart to become engaged, which she wouldn’t. This was a purely physical thing. Some kind of insane chemical attraction that would fade once they got to know each other better.
