She marveled at his dexterity as he—without breaking the kiss—removed the cup from her hand and placed it on the nightstand. Any further musing stopped the minute his empty hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs and index fingers rolled her perky nipples.
Pleasure washed over her. “Mmm, that’s nice.” More than nice. It was wonderfully arousing, especially when combined with his rapid breathing and intense gaze.
He lowered his head, his mouth traded places with his fingers and she sighed, tugging at his hair as he licked and sucked her rigid nipples.
It wasn’t long before his jeans were off. A snap of a button, a flick of his wrist, a hasty shove of his pants and underwear and, naked, he joined her on the bed.
“You’ve got fantastic breasts,” he murmured, covering one with his mouth and cupping the other with his hand. “Just perfect.”
She moaned, pleased. The heat he ignited in those two mounds caused a ring of ripples to spread in each and every direction in her body, all culminating at her center.
She angled her hips, seeking pressure where she needed it most, but Nick swiveled his hips out of reach. His lips trailed down her stomach then up again until he captured her mouth. Ah, how she loved being kissed by him. She quivered in his arms, her body soft and expectant as his fingers busily searched and found her channel.
“Nick,” she said breathlessly.
“Hot and wet,” he rasped in approval. His mouth fed on the skin under her ear, trailed a line of hot kisses to the corner of her mouth and finally pressed against hers as he thrust his tongue through her lips. His big palm slid down to cup her ass and a frisson of need glided over her nerve endings as his single finger stroked her clit to a frenzy.
She got so hot the primitive, driving urge blasting from her sweet spot overruled her intention to go slow. She couldn’t wait.
“I want you inside me,” she commanded, surprised by the determination in her tone. Her longing to be as close to him as humanly possible almost overwhelmed her. “This is insane. Please!” she begged.
“My way,” he said, flipping her onto her stomach and tugging her to the edge of the bed.
Ah yes! Once again heat washed through her. He hoisted her hips so her bottom faced him as he stood, and Stephanie couldn’t help a shiver of excitement.
At the crinkle of a condom wrapper tearing, she glanced back. He held his thick dick firmly in one hand and sheathed himself with the other. When he winked, she closed her eyes as lustful anticipation rippled through her.
He stroked her clit, teasing the ultrasensitive nerve endings at the entrance of her channel, each time increasing the flow of her juices. They flooded her pussy before he entered her with one sure thrust.
The way his cock filled her—hot and pulsing and so very hard—made her gasp.
He stopped instantly. “All right?”
She nodded. Hair tumbled into her face, blocking her view of the room as heat raged through her body. The pheromone smell of him filled her nostrils, branding her with his scent. Blood pounded in her ears and between her thighs. “Yes.”
His cock was a steel shaft, warm and slick, hard against her inner walls. Her slippery juices eased the motion as he pushed himself in to the hilt.
“So good,” she moaned, rocking back and forth in tempo with his thrusts.
Holy Christ, the way his cock nudged the bundle of nerves hidden in the swollen folds of her pussy was beyond wonderful—it sent her world spinning.
“Yes, oh yes,” she cried, grinding and quivering as his thick cock slid in and out of her wet channel. She first whispered his name, then rasped it breathlessly and finally called out as she reared into him and he plunged into her with heavy, purposeful strokes that seemed to go on forever.
“Ah, Steph, you’re awesome,” he growled as he sank deeper inside her. The change in angle sent his cock gliding over the sensitive nerves inside her sheath and her vision began to blur. It was deliciously primitive. The raw need between a man and a woman was ten times better with Nick.
She moaned, pressing back to meet each thrust. Sweat broke out at the base of her breasts and along her hairline. Her nipples hardened into little pebbles. Her clit swelled and strained between her fingers as she added her own touch to the fun, moving her orgasm along.
“Push farther back. Yeah, that’s it. Tighten those muscles around my dick,” he urged, his teeth clenched. “Beautiful,” he said, hips relentlessly pounding into her.
She glanced over her shoulder at his taut face and almost smiled at the sight of this strong man reduced to a quivering heap. Joy washed over her at the knowledge she’d done that to him. She writhed under him, her body a pool of heat and frenzied need.
He moaned. “You have no idea how good…”
Reaching under her body, she cupped his testicles and squeezed gently.
He jerked forward, clawing at her hips, and cried, “Holy shit!”
Yes, yes, yes! She braced her arms on the bed and pushed back farther still. She wanted more. For him to pound his thick cock into her, fuck her until he couldn’t hold back any longer. She wanted him to ride her until he lost control—which based on his grunts wasn’t far away.
“Harder,” she urged.
But he kept the same rhythm, filling her with his cock, fueling her desire, her need, driving her on. She was so close to coming.
She glanced back once again. The sight of his face at the height of passion filled her with joy.
Her clit ached and pulsed. Further stimulation would send her over the edge. She whimpered and clawed at the crumpled sheet, begging for more as her pleasure built. Her pulse roared in her ears, the soles of her feet tingled as she struggled in his grip. “I’m so close. I’m so close.”
“So am I!” he cried.
His cock pulsed and swelled, the friction against her intimate nerve endings sending her into an upward spiral of bliss. She shut her eyes, turning inward as her body heat rose, covering her skin in a thin layer of sweat. Her mind swirled around and around while her inner muscles clenched, preparing for a mind-blowing climax.
Nick pressed a finger to her clit, the final push into orgasm. She stiffened then bucked and arched her hips as she flew into space. Her muffled cries subsided as she buried her face in the pillow.
He ground into her, his hips jerking with release as he came on a series of low grunts and deep thrusts.
They collapsed on the bed, panting.
* * * * *
Long after they’d finished breakfast, they crawled back into bed and cuddled, their earlier plans to go skiing all but forgotten.
“Have you taken Viagra?”
He chortled. “No.”
Rising on one elbow, Stephanie examined the transformation of the organ in question as it thickened and grew right before her eyes.
“I’m no expert on the matter…” She lifted her eyes to him then back to the subject in hand, literally, as she ran a finger along the hard ridge. “But I bet nobody has this kind of stamina without a little help.” She was instantly rewarded with a couple of perky jerks. “Oh my!”
Nick removed her hand and kept it in his. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned and she couldn’t help but giggle with giddy pleasure. In response, he pulled her on top of him and clamped his mouth on hers, cupping her face and spreading his fingers so they touched her neck.
She melted, her heart a loud drumbeat and her folds pooling with her own juices.
He kissed her hard and deep, using his tongue and teeth, and when he pulled back, he sighed as if ending the kiss was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “How does a soak in an outdoor hot tub sound to you?”
She blinked. Oh wow, she’d never been in one before. She grinned. “Really? Awesome! I’ve always wanted to try one.”
“Well, now is your chance and it’s my privilege to be the first to show you the pleasures of outdoor soaking,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Naked outdoors in the middle of winter was wickedly fantastic. Soa
king in a hot tub, wonderfully soothing. Stephanie floated amongst the bubbles, her breasts and knees breaking the foamy surface, her skin glistening pleasantly. This was heaven. How could she be so lucky?
After a complete waste of a year as far as her love life went, she had finally been awarded the jackpot. If Nick was everything he seemed to be, he was perfect for her in every way.
“This is the best soak I’ve ever had. I’m so relaxed.”
Reclining back, arms stretched on the tub’s sides and his eyes shut, Nick smiled. “Glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Mmm, I am indeed. I’m even thinking of talking my neighbors into getting a hot tub for our rooftop.”
He chuckled. “I can just imagine the hordes of voyeurs.”
“I’ll wear a bathing suit.” Why not? A tub on the roof was just what she needed at the end of a long hard day.
“That wouldn’t discourage me.”
She smiled smugly. To be desired by a man such as Nicholas Dalhberg—gorgeous, obviously well-off and a fantastic lover—was unreal. A man who could have his pick of women had opted to spend the entire weekend with her. Yes, she had definitely hit the prize. But did he feel the same about her? Would he want to continue seeing her after their return to San Francisco? And then what? Live happily ever after? Well, why the hell not? There was chemistry between them. Real, intense chemistry. The kind she’d seldom found. And she really, really liked him.
“So, Nick, is there someone special in your life?” she asked, her tone as casual as she could muster.
“Why don’t you come a little closer?” he suggested, eyes still shut. “I don’t want to have to shout my answer.”
She chuckled. They were only a couple of feet from each other. No need at all to shout or even raise his voice. If he wanted to stall her, he had another think coming. She wouldn’t give up so easily. “I’d better not. If a bathing suit doesn’t discourage you, imagine what a naked body would do.”
His lashes lifted and his eyes shot a blue blaze of surprise at her. “You’re naked?” His eyes widened farther. “I knew it! You’re out to seduce me.”
Reaching for her slippery body, he got his hand slapped, although under the water it was more a caress.
“Don’t think I’ll forget you didn’t answer my question,” she said, goading him into coming clean about his relationship status.
It took several attempts and an awful lot of splashing before Nick successfully anchored her by plopping her onto his lap, his arms around her waist, her pelvis pressed against his erection.
Swept along by a powerful force field of irresistible lust, she allowed his mouth to cover hers before she said another word. Her body willfully responded to his—her legs tightening around his waist, her arms wrapping around his neck as she began undulating her hips.
There was no decision to make. There never had been. From the moment she’d laid eyes on him, her destiny had been decided.
She was his for as long as he’d have her.
Trailing slow-burning kisses up and down her throat, building a heat that would end up fusing them together, Nick finally took her mouth for a long luscious kiss that had her head reeling and her pulse stuttering before settling into a comfortable beat.
The man knew how to kiss.
He knew how to touch.
The same tingle of excitement from their previous night and morning raced along her nerve endings. She closed her eyes as his gaze fell to the soft slope of her breasts. The tips of his fingers eased aside her long hair, inching closer and closer to the peaks.
“You, my dear, are the epitome of visual sexiness,” he murmured, cupping the full weight of her breast and using his thumb to circle the rock-hard areola and nipple.
Her mind filled with wanton joy. She caressed him intimately, provocatively, her up-and-down hand motion pumping his cock, making him shiver. She exulted in his desire for her, desperately wanting to drive it to blinding heights where he could see, hear, feel, know only her.
The groan from deep in his throat spoke of the hungry desire already coursing through his blood. Excitement skipped through her with the exhilarating knowledge that underneath his satin skin raged lust and hard arousal.
“Give me a moment, hon,” he rasped as he reached for his robe lying on the side of the tub.
Following a quick disappearance into the chalet and the rushed sheathing of his cock, he rejoined her in the water. A wild cry broke from Stephanie’s throat as he brought the full force of his desire into their union, entering her with one long sure thrust. She arched into him, winding her arms and legs around him, demanding an instant appeasement of the fierce hunger inside her.
He answered her needs like nobody else had ever done, staying with her while her sex clenched, while pleasure arced through her pussy, through her body, giving himself wildly, wholly, every plunge a promise of exquisite fulfillment to come.
With him possessing her, bringing her to the pinnacle of pleasure, she melted around him and convulsed. Then as he approached his own climax—tensing, groaning, his eyes closed, his head thrown back—she reveled in knowing his entire body strained to join her in bliss and exulted when he finally did.
She didn’t want to move.
She was with her lover, her new friend and, in the fantasy she nursed in her heart, her soul mate.
Nick stirred, bringing her back from her sweet fantasies. “To answer your question, the answer is yes,” he said as he slowly stroked her hair.
Disappointment sank in her heart like a stone on a lake, fast and deep, and before she could control her emotions or hide them from him, her eyes filled with tears. She began to pull away, but he cupped her face in his hands, locking his gaze to hers.
“I’m looking at her right now.”
Doom lifted and was instantly replaced by amazing, uplifting joy. But she knew better than to let his words go to her head. “Oh yeah? Look again then,” she teased, backing off and sinking below the water.
* * * * *
He had prepared dinner—tasty lemony broccoli pasta with chicken—which they ate by the fire while guzzling wine.
“I’m hot,” Stephanie said, fanning her face.
He’d kept the fire burning all day and the temperature inside was nice and warm, but he mostly credited the wine to her rosy cheeks and shining eyes…and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She was a stunning woman with flawless skin, large sultry-brown eyes and gorgeous long hair he didn’t seem to tire of stroking, combing or playing with. As for her model-like legs…well. And besides being the sexiest woman he’d ever known—ever—she also had a great personality.
Aroused by his own thoughts, he couldn’t wait for after ice cream to tumble her onto the couch, the passion raging through him already too strong to be denied or delayed. He kissed her like a man in charge but also on the verge of losing control—his hands clenched her hips, pulling her close as he pressed his mouth to hers. He embraced her harder and her lips parted, allowing his tongue to explore.
She lifted her hands to his shoulders, breasts brushing his chest, and he almost forgot his intention to be gentle. He would bend her over the back of the couch instead. Fuck her without preliminaries until she cried his name a dozen times. He was no caveman and passion wasn’t new to him. He experienced it every day in his work, doing what he loved most—creating beautiful homes, beautiful buildings. But he had never experienced this mind-raging lust for a woman before. Ever.
He held her close. She was warm, so unbelievably soft and welcoming. He’d never known anyone like her. The moment he first touched her, he sensed the difference. Her mouth was like velvet, pleasantly smooth and as soothing as it was arousing. And he couldn’t get enough of it. Of her.
With a tenderness that surprised him, he skimmed his lips over her bare shoulders, breathing in the texture, the scent, the silkiness of her bronzed skin. She was beautiful.
He stroked her arms, then her hips and thighs. She was small compared to him, but ta
ll for a woman. Her body was slim and subtly muscular, long legs, breasts high and firm with the most responsive nipples he’d ever encountered.
He nuzzled her hair and her fresh lemony fragrance filled his nostrils and imagination, triggering full arousal in him, his erection unashamedly nudging her belly.
Maybe her long, thick dark-chestnut tresses were her best feature. No, her sultry dark eyes were. Definitely. They were hands down her best asset. Although her breasts ran a close second. Tough choice. Every hot alluring part of her was an unending source of pleasure he planned to explore for a long, long time to come.
“Why did you ask me to ski?”
Stephanie’s question broke into his thoughts, taking him back to that moment in the bar when he’d first caught sight of her. An instant prisoner of her looks, her glow, he’d wished he didn’t have a business meeting to attend that evening in San Francisco, impeding him to stay and make her acquaintance.
As luck would have it, he’d found her on the slopes a few days later. Mesmerized by the picture she presented, he was spellbound, watching her gazelle-like moves, considering ways to get her all to himself.
What had happened between them after hadn’t been ordinary. They’d made love passionately and with fierce abandon, without inhibition—her body hot, pliant, strong and completely fascinating to watch, touch, taste, enjoy.
He’d wanted to make love with her not just because he was horny or lustful—which he was, very—but because he sensed it would be different with her, unique.
The attraction had been so strong he’d been powerless to do anything but move toward her like a moth to a bright light. He’d loved her thoroughly, lovingly, wildly and, in the end, when they were in one another’s arms like they were now—sated, content beyond words—he still wanted her, any part of her, all of her.
But it wasn’t just her body he liked. She amused him. She had a happy smile and was most generous with it. He found her easiness and relaxed demeanor very attractive. And her voice with its many tones fascinated him too. Joyful when she spoke of her family and friends, humorous and vibrant when telling a story, seductive when the mood called for it. There was depth to her, as well. From their conversation that afternoon while taking a walk in the woods, he’d sensed a great sensibility and professionalism and a deep, real caring for others less fortunate than herself.
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