In Full Bloom [Second Chances 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Michelle Roth

  Still panting, she said, “My legs are jittery now.”

  She picked one of her legs up to slide off her heels and saw him shake his head. Grinning wolfishly, he said, “I’m going to need you to leave those on.”

  Moving forward, he swept her into his arms and carried her toward his bedroom. She clutched onto him dizzily as he walked into the bedroom. He set her on the center of his bed.

  She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him as he shed the rest of his clothing. Sporting a massive erection, he crawled on the bed toward her like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes flared as his body slid over hers. He took her mouth again, as he trailed his fingers lightly across her skin.

  She shifted underneath him, feeling the beginnings of arousal again. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her, because he shifted his thigh slightly to hold her in place. Breaking away from her mouth, he nibbled a line along her jaw.

  Lifting his head, he said, “You’re so responsive.”

  She grinned at him and then said, “You’ve got talented hands.”

  Evan took his time working his way down her body, nipping and sucking until she was writhing underneath him. By the time he had reached her navel, her arousal was at fever pitch again.

  He propped himself up on an elbow and said, “Lift your hips up. I don’t think you’ll be needing these anymore.” He gestured to her panties.

  She complied, lifting her hips. He slid her panties down and over the heels of her shoes. Tossing them aside, he moved further down her body until he was eye level with her pussy. Sighing, he said, “On second thought, let’s take off the shoes so you don’t stab me with them.”

  Turning around, he removed one shoe, and then the other. Resettling between her thighs, he turned his head, placing kisses against her thighs. Each time his warm mouth settled on her, it was pure torture.

  Taryn pressed her hips up, desperate to feel his mouth on her aching core. Finally, he worked his way up to her pussy. He licked the wetness away from the outside but didn’t give her what she desperately needed.

  Panting, she begged, “Please. Don’t tease me anymore.”

  His gaze flicked up to hers and must have seen the desperation on her face because he leaned back down, and parted her folds with his fingers. He swiped his tongue over her, sucking and flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. When he slid two fingers into her and curled them upward, she cried out in relief.

  She moaned helplessly as he lapped at her sensitive flesh, and pumped his fingers inside of her. She rhythmically pressed her hips to his mouth and hand, moaning with each slow circle of his tongue. Minutes later, she tensed, feeling her body on the verge of orgasm.

  He seemed to sense she was on the edge because he sucked her clit into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. She gave a shuddering cry as the tension that had been building inside her exploded. She came against his mouth, with his name on her lips.

  When the last of her orgasm subsided, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and worked his way back up her body until he lay against her side. Still catching her breath, she rolled on her side to face him. Panting, she said, “Jesus Christ.”

  Grinning, he said, “I take it that worked for you?”

  Ignoring the smug look, Taryn pressed him back and then leaned forward and nipped at his collarbone. She took her time, swirling her tongue against the hard, rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen. She could hear the ragged intakes of breath when she nipped at him. She could feel the way his muscles tensed under her mouth.

  She finally took his erection in her palm and gave it an experimental stroke. She saw the glistening drop of pre-cum at the tip and knew he was as close to the edge as she was. Leaning her head down, she licked the underside of his cock from root to tip. When she swirled her tongue around the tip, he hissed and moved his hand to her hair, clutching.

  Steadily, she stroked him with her hand as she slid her mouth down over him, her cheeks hollowing out. Looking up from under her lashes at him, she saw that he watched her intently now. When she slid her free hand underneath and gripped his balls, he bit down on his lip. Massaging, she continued to stroke him with her hand and mouth until he groaned an unintelligible string of curse words. His hand tightened in her hair and he said, “No more. No more. I need to be inside you now.”

  When she released him, she crawled back up to lie on the bed and watched him roll over to his nightstand. Pulling out a box of condoms, he tore it open and reached inside. Pulling out several, he tore one off and tossed the rest on the night stand. He quickly tore open the condom and sheathed himself with it, then threw the box back into the drawer.

  Turning around to face her again, he gently pressed her shoulder until she lay flat on her back. Positioning himself between her thighs, he brushed his lips over hers. She tugged his head back down to hers and nipped at his lower lip. On a groan, he opened his mouth over hers. His lips still locked with hers, he reached down to rub the tip of his cock against her.

  Taryn rolled her hips upward and whimpered against his mouth. He slid inside her slowly. When he leaned back his face was tense with restrained desire. He said, “Oh fuck, Princess. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and adjusted her hips as her body stretched to accommodate him. She pressed her hips against his and said, “You’re not hurting me, Evan. You feel so good.”

  He lowered his mouth back down to hers and moved inside her, setting a slow, gentle pace. She raised her hips up to meet his thrusts, stroking her hands over his back. That familiar buzzing tension seemed just out of reach. What she wanted, what she needed was for him to fuck her.

  When he pulled his mouth away from hers, he panted out, “Tell me what you need.”

  “Don’t be gentle,” Taryn said. “I don’t want gentle right now.”

  His eyebrows raised for a minute in surprise before he complied. He adjusted the legs that were wrapped around his waist higher and began to thrust into her more rapidly.

  On a sharp cry a moment later, Taryn dug her nails into his back until he let out a hoarse groan. Quickly she uncurled her fingers, realizing that she’d probably hurt him.

  “No. Don’t stop. Just like that,” he gritted out, as he continued to pound against her, no longer holding back.

  “Fuck,” she said, “That’s it.”

  He said, “I can feel your tight little pussy clenching around me now. You feel so fucking good.”

  “Oh fuck,” she panted. “Faster.”

  She was so close to the edge now that she was gasping for breath.

  “That’s it. Come for me, Princess. Come on my cock,” he ground out.

  As if she was just waiting for permission, she felt herself catapult over the edge. On a ragged cry, she shattered around him, her nails dragging down his back.

  He slammed against her a few more times before groaning out his own release. Collapsing against her for a moment, she heard him mumble, “Holy shit.”

  Gripping the edges of the condom, he pulled out of her and rolled off the bed with a groan. He stumbled into what looked like a bathroom. She heard a flush followed by the sound of a sink. When he walked back into the room, she was sitting up, uncertain about what would happen next.

  He must have realized she was feeling uncertain because he grinned said, “You can take off the thigh highs now, I guess.”

  Laughing, Taryn said, “Oh. Can I?”

  “You can. Then I’m going to need you back in bed immediately. I’m not nearly done with you.”

  She raised an eyebrow and asked, “You’re not?”

  He walked over to the bed and stretched out next to her, trailing a finger down her side. He quietly said, “Not now that I’ve had a taste of you.”

  Leaning forward, she rolled the thigh highs down her leg, rubbing the slight red mark that they left. After she had removed them both, she lay back down on her side, facing him. He tucked her against him and idly trailed
a hand down her back.

  She wondered how irrevocably they had fucked things up between them by giving in to their attraction. Could they pursue any sort of actual relationship? Hell, did he even want to pursue any sort of relationship or was this just scratching an itch? Did she want to pursue anything? Her thoughts were beginning to spiral out of control when she felt a finger under her chin.

  He stared at her for a moment and then said, “Princess, I can practically see the wheels turning in your brain right now. Come back to me.”

  Like he had flipped a light switch, the thoughts that were racing through her mind just ceased. Stretching her mouth up, she brushed her lips against his, enjoying the way he dipped his head to meet her.

  They lay that way, in the dim light of his bedroom, their lips brushing against each other, tongues twining for what could have been minutes or hours. She lost track of everything but the feel of his hands as they stroked over her. The feeling of his body as it pressed against hers.

  As they continued to kiss, his touch strayed up to her breast. He stroked and teased her nipple, rubbing his thumb over it gently. When he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger until she moaned his name and hitched one thigh up over his waist.

  His hand moved to cup her hip and press her against him. “Again?” he murmured against her lips.

  When she said, “Yes, again,” he slipped his hand between her thighs and groaned.

  “You’re so ready,” he said, his voice strained.

  He moved his hand from between her thighs and rolled over to tear a condom off the strip that still lay on the nightstand. When he turned to face her again, she took the condom from his hands and tore it open. She fondled and stroked him as she rolled on the protection. By the time he was covered, his breathing was rapid.

  He rolled onto his back and said, “Ride me.”

  Needing no further instruction, Taryn straddled his hips, reaching back to position him at her opening. Sinking down on to him slowly, she moaned.

  As she rose back up, her gaze met his. He watched with such concentration, as if he was trying to memorize the moment. Leaning forward, she braced her palms on either side of his head and began to move over him.

  When she found her rhythm, he groaned and gripped her hips. She could feel his fingertips biting into her flesh. She was almost certain that there would be bruising but she didn’t care. She loved that he was as out of control as she was and that he seemed to know how she wanted to be touched.

  As the beginnings of her release began to bloom low in her belly, she panted out, “You feel so fucking good inside me. The way you fill me up!”

  His hands released their biting grip on her hips and slid up to cup her breasts. Teasing her nipples again, he pinched the tight peaks until her head dropped back on a cry. One of his hands slid down to toy with her clit. He pressed and swirled his fingers against her until she came apart above him. Her orgasm crashing over her in waves as she clenched around him.

  Her rhythm started to falter as the last of her orgasm faded. Evan reached up and plucked her off of him as if she were weightless.

  “On the bed, facedown, ass up,” he groaned out, reaching down to stroke himself.

  She scrambled to obey him without even considering. He moved in behind her and lined himself up with her opening and said, “Turn your face to the side, Princess. I want to see you.”

  The moment her cheek laid against the comforter of his bed, he slid back inside her. Gripping her hips, he thrust at a steady pace that had her building quickly toward another orgasm. Leaning forward, he gripped her hair and said, “Fuck. Just like that, Princess. Take it all.”

  Taryn pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as the tension built inside her once again. She whimpered with each stroke and pressed back against him shamelessly. Right on the edge again, she raised her hips slightly, changing the angle of his penetration

  “Don’t bite your lip. I want to hear you,” he gritted out.

  She released her lip from between her teeth and said, “Oh god, Evan. Fuck me harder.”

  On an oath, the hand in her hair tightened as he began to slam into her. She immediately clenched around him, crying out as she shattered to pieces around him again. He still pounded into her mercilessly after her orgasm ceased, seeking his own release.

  She clenched her internal muscles around him and felt the movement in his hips stutter. She repeated the move, squeezing him each time he thrust into her until he pulled out of her suddenly. She was uncertain what was going on until he pressed her down and said, “Don’t move.”

  Seconds later, she felt the hot splash of cum across her hips and back, a small drop landing on her cheek. No one had ever come on her before. It was strange, but she kind of liked it.

  They both gasped to catch their breath. Finally he leaned forward, wiping off her cheek with his thumb. He looked a little concerned, like he wasn’t sure if he had stepped over a line. Without thinking, she caught his wrist and licked the pad of his thumb.

  Relief flickered across his expression as he said, “I wish you could see how sexy this looks.”

  “Take a picture and show me. I want to see,” she said.

  He gaped at her for a second and then said, “Jesus, Princess. You’re like every wet dream I’ve ever had.”

  Moving over to the side of the bed, he flicked on the lamp. She heard a noise that she assumed was him looking for his cell phone. A moment later, she felt his weight behind her again then heard a camera noise.

  “Let me go get something to clean this off, you,” he said, moving off the bed again.

  A moment later, he came back and wiped her back with a damp cloth.

  She sat up, stretching her neck and back, then said, “Show me.”

  A smile played on his lips as he passed her the phone. She took it from him and looked down at the picture.

  “Wow,” she said. “You’re right. That is pretty hot. Now, delete it.”

  On a laugh he asked, “You’re sure I can’t keep it?”

  “I’m sure you can’t keep it,” she said, her lips twitching.

  He deleted it with a sigh and placed the phone on the night stand.

  “I’m going to go clean up,” she said, looking at the bathroom door.

  “Sure,” he answered.

  When Taryn walked back into the bedroom, she wasn’t sure what to expect. She was surprised to see him walking back into the bedroom, a pair of gym shorts slung low on his hips, holding two bottles of water.

  “Thirsty?” he asked.

  Nodding, she took it from him and watched as he pulled back the covers.

  “Are you staying?” he asked, looking uncertain for the first time.

  “If you want me to.”

  “I do. Would you like a T-shirt or something?”

  Taryn nodded gratefully, feeling incredibly shy all of a sudden.

  Moving toward his dresser, he reached and grabbed a T-shirt, passing it over to her.

  She looked at it and frowned, saying, “I don’t know if I can wear this.”

  He looked at her curiously.

  “The Hawks?” she said, a somewhat disgusted look on her face. “I’m a diehard Panthers fan.”

  He looked at her somewhat seriously and said, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave now.”

  Taryn delicately lifted her shoulder, as if to say, “If that’s what you want.”

  She set the shirt on the end of his bed and moved to the other side of the room. She slowly bent from the waist, knowing that he watched her now. She grabbed one stocking with her fingertips and was starting to stand up when she felt him snag her around her waist. A moment later, he tossed her into the middle of his bed.

  “Now, you don’t get a T-shirt,” he said, surveying her. “But you still stay.”

  Narrowing her eyes, she sat up and said, “Considering my options, I’d rather go topless.”

  He leaned down and placed a brief kiss on her lips, then said, “I applaud you for stickin
g to your principles, Princess.”

  “Your applause has nothing to do with my being topless?”

  He grinned at her and said, “I didn’t say that.”

  She couldn’t help but return his grin as she slid under the covers. She was much more at ease when they kept things light between them. She hated the uncertainty and weirdness.

  He moved the shirt on the end of the bed back into his dresser and pulled out another T-shirt.

  He stared at her as he tossed it her way, saying, “If you say something nasty about The Rolling Stones, I’m seriously going to have to ask you to leave.”

  “Who?” she asked as she tugged the shirt over her head.

  He stared at her blankly until she started to laugh.

  Shaking his head, he said, “You shouldn’t toy with a man like that.”

  He slid in bed next to her and turned off the lamp on the night stand.

  Taryn rolled over on her side to face him. He shifted to his side, then reached out to run his knuckles down the side of her face.

  “You, Taryn Michaels, are not at all what I expected,” he said, his voice soft.

  “Same goes, Evan Connolly,” she responded, yawning. “Same goes.”

  She felt a light kiss on her lips as her eyes drifted closed.

  Chapter 8

  Evan woke up to the blaring sound of the alarm. Groaning, he slapped at it and curled back up against Taryn. She shifted, pressing back against him, then gave a yawn.

  “What time is it?” she mumbled, snuggling further under the covers.

  “Too early,” he said. “But I gotta get up and take care of the plants before work.”

  She sighed remorsefully and sat up. “I’m up. I just need a second.”

  He put a hand on her shoulder, pressing her down and said, “I’m not trying to kick you out. I just have to get up. Sleep some more if you want.”

  She nestled back down under the covers and said, “Mmkay.”

  By the time he was done brushing his teeth, she was asleep again. Smiling, he watched her for a minute before he pulled on a shirt and went up to the roof. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. Not that he was complaining, he thought with a grin.