Past & Present (Love at First Sight Book 6)

by Mia Madison

  “Oh-oh fuck!” she cried out when her hips bucked on their own accord and she accidentally took me deeper. “Do it. Do it now.”

  I knew what she meant and though I wanted to protest, her insistent grip on me and her writhing body shot my control to hell. I thrust hard—burying myself to the hilt and I immediately felt guilty when she whimpered against my shoulder.

  “I’m sorry.”

  She was shaking her head and panting, but she found her voice enough to say, “No, no. It feels good. It’s just—it’s quite a stretch. Give me a minute.”

  I nodded and continued working her clitoris, forcing myself to wait until she gave me the all clear. It was torturous to feel her walls fluttering and clenching around me as the shocks of pleasure moved through her, but I clenched my jaw and kept still.

  Her lips pressed soft kisses on my shoulder and up my neck and I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through me. When she bit down on my earlobe, I sighed with a mixture of pleasure and sheer frustration.

  “I’m ready.”

  “Oh fuck yes,” I breathed in relief. I didn’t wait for a response, I merely pulled out and slowly pushed back in, moaning at the feel of how much wetter she was. “You feel so fucking incredible.”

  “So do you,” she gasped as I thrust again. “God. It’s never felt so perfect.”

  I agreed completely, but my ability for speech was starting to fail as I pumped my hips faster. Her words failed as well, turning into moans as she clawed at my arms and back.

  Heaven. Total fucking heaven.

  Unfortunately, I knew that I couldn’t last inside her tight walls. The pressure was building embarrassingly fast and while I was sure I’d be good for another round before the night was over, there was no way in hell I wasn’t getting Juliet off first.

  So I put my fingers back to work, slowing down my thrusts to better keep my balance.

  My girl went off like a rocket. I pressed down on her swollen nub a little harder than she expected and her eyes popped open in surprise. I grinned with pure male pride when her lips formed a perfect ‘O’ just before her eyes slammed shut and her mouth dropped open to scream my name.

  “Yesss,” I growled. I removed my hand and braced it on the bed, fucking her hard through her orgasm and right into mine. “Oh fuck—fuck! I need—”

  “Come inside me.”

  That was it. Done.

  My body locked up like the brakes had been slammed. I came so fucking hard and for so long that for a moment, I was sure I was going to black out. I was so far gone that I was only vaguely aware of the noises that were rising from my throat—her name growled somewhere in the middle.

  The only thing that kept me holding on to consciousness was the fact that I knew I’d crush the shit out of her if I passed out. Her frame was completely dwarfed by mine.

  “Holy crap.”

  I raised my head and cracked open my eyes to see her delirious smile and I felt my own lips curling to match it. We stared at each other in awe for a long moment before she started to gently laugh with giddy disbelief. My own shoulders shook with laughter as well until we both calmed down and I eased myself out.

  I didn’t miss her slight wince, but she silenced my question of her well-being by rolling to my side and stretching to kiss me.

  “I’m glad we waited,” she murmured against my lips. “I know it would have been good either way, but...”

  “It was better because we have feelings for each other,” I finished after she trailed off.

  She smiled, clearly pleased that we were on the same page. Juliet slung her leg over mine and buried her face against my neck. I was incredibly grateful she was tired. The force of that damn orgasm had rendered my cock useless for at least half an hour.

  It was obvious a few moments later that she had fallen asleep by accident. I didn’t mind. I combed my fingers through her hair, twisting my neck to stare at her peaceful expression while she slept. I wasn’t sure how long I watched her sleep, but eventually I felt my own eyes aching to be closed.

  I shifted minutely, not enough to rouse her from sleep but enough for me to reach her forehead with my lips and press a soft kiss there.

  “I love you, angel,” I whispered softly against her skin.

  I had no idea if she was ready to hear the words in reality, but I hoped she would hear me in her dreams.

  8

  My pleasant dreams were rudely interrupted by the shrill sound of my cell phone ringing.

  I felt a jolt beside me and opened my eyes to see Juliet sitting up, holding the sheet to her chest with one hand while she looked around the room for the source of the noise.

  “It’s my cell,” I whispered, grinning when her head whipped toward me in surprise. I sat up with a groan, rolling my neck and my shoulders. “It’s probably Layla.”

  “Your sister-in-law?”

  “Yeah. She threatened to harass me about how the date went.”

  I walked across the room and rolled my eyes when I saw the word ‘Restricted’ on the screen.

  “Yeah, it’s got to be her.”

  “You aren’t sure?”

  “The caller id is blocked so I guess I can’t be completely sure, but it’d be my best guess.” I ignored the call and powered down the phone before tossing it back by my wallet. “Doesn’t matter either way.”

  Juliet smiled as I made my way back to bed and immediately pulled her close. She snuggled up against me with a content sigh and I let my eyes drift shut.

  “Ethan?”

  “Five more minutes.”

  “But—” she started, but cut herself off and sighed. “Never mind. More cuddling sounds good.”

  “What were you going to suggest?” I sleepily wondered.

  “A shower.”

  “Well in that case...” I trailed off as I sat up, dragging her with me despite her groans of protest. “Don’t pout, doll. You’re going to love my bathroom.”

  She perked up at that. So much so that it ended up being her dragging me to my master bathroom. Before I could join her, she spun around and frowned at me.

  “Would you mind waiting outside for a minute?”

  I nodded and stepped back, smirking at the sight of her embarrassed smile. I hadn’t thought about it the night before, but I probably should have woken her up so she could pee before falling asleep.

  I promised myself I’d be more diligent next time and waited patiently while she used the toilet. When the door opened again, she was looking up at me with wide eyes.

  “Your bathroom is ridiculous.”

  It was a fair statement. When I had the house built, I made sure that the master bathroom went above and beyond. The tub was the most luxurious part and while I wasn’t a man who enjoyed taking baths, I made damn sure it’d be big enough to fit both my large frame and another person.

  The idea of soaping up Juliet in the tub sounded fantastic, but she was already inspecting the shower stall. It was then that I remembered she had a shift at Edelman’s in the afternoon and I’d have to take her home soon.

  “Is this one of those rainwater shower heads?”

  “Yep.”

  “I love those. Show me how to turn it on?”

  While I did have a custom shower built that was big enough for me when I first designed the house, I had no idea how many different types of showerheads there were until Sarah moved in. I’d given her free reign to make changes in the house and footed the bill, and the added luxury to the shower stall was one of the things she chose to change. Not that I planned to tell Juliet that.

  “Like this,” I said as I showed her which knobs to turn. “Temperature is here. The knob below it is the pressure for the wall head. The pressure for the overhead spray is on that wall.”

  She played with the knobs until she was satisfied with her setup and then gestured for me to join her. I closed the door and stalked toward her—lifting her by the hips and pinning her against the wall.

  “You a fan of shower sex?” I asked before I k
issed up the column of her neck.

  “Typically, yes. But I...” she hid her face against my shoulder in embarrassment and whispered, “I’m a little sore. I’m sorry.”

  I bristled and eased her down to her feet.

  “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry. I should have asked how you felt when we woke up.”

  “I’m not complaining. It’s a good kind of sore. But I don’t want to end up walking funny at work tonight.”

  The thought of her walking in a way that let everyone she came in contact with know she had been well and thoroughly fucked sounded pretty fantastic to me, but I could see her point. So I pulled her to me without a word and got to work washing her.

  “I don’t have any girly stuff,” I said as I reached for my body wash and popped the cap. “You all right with this?”

  I held it up to her nose and she inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering closed.

  “It smells like you. That’s fine.”

  It wasn’t until I was lathering up her tits that I realized that while she wouldn’t be walking funny—she would spend the rest of the day smelling like me. That thought was more than enough to satisfy my male pride.

  Between the stroke to my ego and touching Juliet all over, it really wasn’t a surprise that I was rock hard when it was my turn to get clean.

  It was a surprise when Juliet turned around in my arms and squirted a dollop of body wash on her hand before immediately going for my dick.

  “Jesus,” I gasped in shock.

  I reached out to brace my hand on the wall as she jerked me off until all the bubbles had disappeared down the drain.

  When she dropped to her knees, I shakily asked, “W-What are you doing?”

  Her head cocked to the side and she chuckled at my obvious confusion.

  “What’s it look like?” she cheekily asked before swiping that damn tongue across the head. “I’m going to suck your cock.”

  “Oh fuck. You don’t have to—”

  “I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

  My many years of experience made that hard to believe. Most of the women I’d been with hated even attempting to give me a blow job due to my size. The ones that tried usually ended up changing their minds after a few minutes and the act of getting head from an unenthused woman wasn’t something I found particularly sexy.

  I shook my head and tried to get her to stand up, but she squirmed out of my grasp and frowned.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Do you not like blow jobs?”

  “There’s not a man alive who doesn’t like blow jobs. But with the women I’ve been with—a blow job is just a hand job with a pair of lips at the tip. Come back up here.”

  She reluctantly did as I asked and I guided her hand back to my cock before pushing her back against the wall. I tried to kiss her as she jerked me off, but her lips barely moved against mine. With a sigh, I pulled back.

  “I wasn’t trying to offend you,” I explained as I noticed her frown. “I just thought this would be better for you. More... comfortable.”

  She cocked an eyebrow and I knew that I was going to lose any argument that might start. Juliet seemed to know that as well and she didn’t say a word as she dropped back to her knees and smirked up at me.

  “This is very comfortable, thank you.”

  I didn’t have time to laugh or make a quip back at her before her lips were around the head and sucking hard enough to pull a strangled moan from my lips. I braced both hands on the wall in a vain attempt to keep myself from thrusting forward, but her fingernails dug into my ass and forced me to go in deeper.

  I could practically hear her voice in my head smugly saying, ‘Challenge accepted.’

  And—holy fuck—the girl deserved a medal. There would be no points for effort awarded today. No, she stretched her lips around my cock and took half of my length in her throat—still managing to keep her tongue working the underside.

  I’d been with a woman once before who could handle my length in her mouth, but that was so long ago that the mental image and the sensation had faded to dull, hazy memory.

  There was nothing dull about the picture Juliet made as she sucked and slurped on my cock like it was a goddamn popsicle. My hips moved gently in a rhythm that she chose while I stared slack-jaw at the sight—totally unconcerned about the noises I was making. Hell, they just seemed to spur her on even more.

  In a startling moment of clarity, I reached over to twist the knob to turn off the overhead spray before I pushed the mounted head to the side so it sprayed against the wall instead of us. Her eyes flashed up to mine and I nodded at the look of gratitude there while she continued her work.

  She had me at the edge in record time and when her palm snuck up my thigh and rolled my balls—it was all over. I tried to warn her, but all that came out of my mouth was a choked, “Juliet.”

  She hummed and backed off a few inches, giving her throat room to work as she swallowed every last drop. I opened my eyes in time to see that she was staring hard at my face as she did it and I swear the intensity of her expression caused another spurt to erupt.

  When the final bit had escaped and she popped off, I couldn’t deny that she totally deserved to give me the smug smile that stretched her lips.

  Sadly, I didn’t have the breath to tell her as much. Hell, I wasn’t even sure how I was still fucking standing.

  She rose and stood between my arms which were still holding up my weight. She made a big show of licking her lips before she cockily said, “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me.”

  All I could do was throw my head back and laugh as I thought, One day, I’m going to marry this woman.

  “I really hate that I can’t keep you in my bed all weekend.”

  Juliet sighed from the passenger seat. “I hate it too, but duty calls.”

  There was a brief urge to say that a waitressing job where she made minimum wage wasn’t what most people would consider duty, but I refrained. I knew it wasn’t my place to say so. It just killed me that she was wasting her potential in a dead-end job just so she could afford to support her friend.

  I wondered if he ever planned to support her dreams in return.

  I hadn’t heard much about Jamie, but I’d known a handful of people over the years who bounced from interest to interest in search of something that fit. They rarely ever found something they were satisfied with and I could only hope that Jamie wasn’t one of those people. I didn’t have the heart to ask Juliet if he was.

  “Can I come over tonight? I’ll take a cab when I get off.”

  “Of course,” I said, eyebrows raised in surprise. “You sure you won’t be too tired?”

  “I’ll be fine. My schedule next week is packed and I want to get in another night to hold me over until next weekend.”

  I was disappointed with the news that I couldn’t see her during the week but excited at the prospect of seeing her again so soon. Hopefully she wouldn’t still be sore when she got off work.

  Then again, I’d be happy to let her lie back while I worked to soothe all her aches with my hands and tongue. It was the least I could do for her.

  “You’re always welcome at my place,” I said as I pulled to the curb beside her house. I leaned across the center console to meet her for a kiss and whispered, “Have a good day, angel.”

  “I’ll miss you.”

  My heart thundered in my chest as I returned the words and bit my tongue on the other three words that desperately wanted to escape. It was too soon.

  I waited until she was inside before I pulled away, absentmindedly turning my phone back on as I made the drive home. Once I pulled back into my driveway and put the car in park, I dialed Layla’s number.

  She answered after a single ring.

  “So how was it?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Fantastic. But did you have to call so fucking early? You woke us up.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I got a call at seven in
the morning from a restricted number,” I said slowly, waiting for a chuckle or a sigh or... anything. When nothing but silence greeted me, I added, “I assumed you blocked your number because you knew I wouldn’t take your call.”

  “I didn’t call you, Ethan. Much as I love to tease you, I wouldn’t have disturbed your date. Especially not at seven in the morning. You know I don’t get up until ten unless there’s a fucking emergency.”

  I apologized to her before dodging her nosy questions about how the date went, making a shitty excuse to end the call with the promise I’d call back later. I frowned as I went inside, wondering who the hell would be calling my personal phone from a blocked number.

  The number of my work cell was given out frequently, but I kept my personal number private for a reason. I had no idea who it was, but there was a strange feeling in my stomach for the rest of the day.

  9

  Juliet’s arrival at my house that evening killed the strange feeling, but it returned full force Monday morning when I woke to see a missed called from a blocked number. There was no voicemail, so I decided not to think about it.

  When I got to work, people were still whispering about why I let everyone leave early on Friday. I caught a lot of people giving me questioning stares, trying to figure out what was different.

  My secretary seemed to figure it out right away. There was a knowing glint in her eye as she asked, “Have a nice weekend, Mr. Adams?”

  It was odd to hear such a personal question coming from my notoriously professional secretary. Despite how many times I’d told her to call me by my first name, she never called me anything other than Mr. Adams.

  “I did,” I said as I flicked through the stack of sticky notes she had for me. “How about yourself?”

  “It was wonderful. Thank you for asking.”

  I drummed my fingers on the notes as I started to walk away, but I spun around on my heel before I even made it five feet.

  “Martha?”

  “Yes, Mr. Adams?”

  Her eyebrows were raised expectantly and if I wasn’t so damn certain that she had already figured it out, I probably would have backed away just to make sure the rumor mill didn’t catch wind of my new girlfriend.