by Calista Fox
“Slow and easy,” he murmured as her hips lifted slightly in silent demand for more.
“You’re not going to hurt me. I’m so wet for you, you’ll probably slide right in.”
His jaw clenched. “Wet’s good, but you’re so tight. And yes, this will hurt at first. Just don’t rush it. Take your time getting used to me.”
That hot and restless feeling he so easily evoked returned full force. She desperately wanted to feel him deep within her. Filling and stretching her. Making love to her without all this restraint and hesitation.
“Ryan,” she urged. “I’m okay.”
Her excitement escalated as the head of his cock pressed in, just barely penetrating her pussy. She let out a sharp gasp at the raw pain that shot through her. Ginger’s body tensed and she reached for Ryan, clasping his shoulders as she rode out the searing sensation.
With a tormented look on his face, he said in a strained voice, “Maybe this really is a mistake.”
He began to pull out of her, but Ginger’s grip on him tightened. “Don’t you dare go anywhere.”
The pain subsided and she lifted her hips again. She tugged on his shoulders, trying to get him closer to her and certainly hoping to persuade him to resume what he’d started.
“Come here,” she coaxed.
Ryan shook his head. “Relax your muscles. You’re squeezing my cock, and though it feels damn good, I need a little more room.”
Ginger released his shoulders and settled back against the pillows, doing as he instructed. “Better?”
He let out a strangled sound. “It’s like parking a truck in a garage designed for a Smart Car.”
She laughed as she swatted at him. “Stop poking fun at my size.”
“I’m not—I’m just saying. It’s damn snug in here.”
Regardless, he eased farther into her. All playfulness fled Ginger as a new wave of erotic sensations washed over her. She gasped again, although this time it was clearly one of sheer enjoyment.
“Oh that is much better,” she said in a lusty voice as he carefully pulled almost out of her and then slid deep into her pussy. “That’s just…too wonderful for words.”
His thick shaft stroked her inner walls as they stretched around him. He filled her completely, and it was such a delicious feeling, she couldn’t help it when her muscles contracted around him again.
Ryan grunted. “Hey, what are you trying to do to me?”
She smiled. “Make you feel as good as you’re making me feel.”
Desire flashed in his blue irises as he said, “Sweetheart, this is all kinds of wicked for me.”
He released her legs and planted his palms on either side of her head. He hovered over her, but moved a little faster inside her, making her breath catch.
“You are so wet and warm,” he told her. “So tight.”
Her hips rocked as she picked up his rhythm. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried once again to get him closer to her. But he shook his head.
“I don’t want to crush you.”
“You’re not going to,” she insisted. “I want to feel your weight on me. I want to feel your skin on mine. I want to feel all of you.”
He shifted so he was on his forearms, which helped to get her what she wanted, to an extent. Ryan still feared hurting her, obviously. But his partial concession made it easier for her to touch him. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and then down his chest and over his abs. Her palms slipped around to his back and she held him as he thrust into her, making her moan.
“This is so amazing,” she murmured.
He steadied himself with one forearm so he could use his free hand to grip the back of her thigh and sling it over his hip. Then he cupped her ass cheek and pressed her firmly to him as he quickened their pace, his hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy with just the tiniest bit of friction. Her insides sizzled and her heart thundered.
Ryan’s lips grazed her throat, his tongue teasing her skin, his teeth gently nipping. Everything he did to her drove her wild. She arched her back and her breasts conformed to the spot below the hard ledge of his pecs. A firestorm roared through her body, making her ridiculously hot.
His mouth on her skin, his hand on her ass and his cock inside her felt so heavenly, it pushed her right to the edge. As he kneaded the cheek in his large palm and drove deep into her, all the intense, fiery sensations he’d ignited suddenly erupted, taking her by surprise as they consumed her. Ginger let out a cry of ecstasy. Her body bowed farther and her pussy clenched the thick shaft stroking her inner depths.
“Ryan,” she said on a ragged breath. Her hips bucked and her fingertips pressed into his lower back. “Oh God.”
Her entire being seemed to go up in flames. Her skin tingled and her cunt throbbed. Her chest rose and fell quickly against his as she sucked in air.
Ryan’s lips skated over her jaw and to her ear. He whispered, “Now for something different…”
He flopped onto his back, bringing her with him. She straddled his hips as his hands clasped her waist and he guided her down until he was buried inside her. Ginger’s palms rested on his chest as he led her into another sensuous rhythm that was slow and sexy. Her hips undulated in time with his and he hit all the right spots again.
“You’re right,” she said, “this feels totally different. But still so good. It’s like…I can feel more of you inside me. All of you.”
She loved the fullness between her legs. The intimacy of being joined with him. The heat they generated.
Ryan’s hands left her waist and eased up to her breasts. He massaged them and swept his thumbs over her hard nipples, exciting her even more.
He seemed equally enthralled. His gaze locked with hers and myriad emotions she’d seen earlier in his eyes returned. He swallowed hard, then said, “You really are so beautiful, sweetheart. My kind of angel.”
Suddenly, he sat up. A startled sound fell from Ginger’s lips, but she quickly adjusted to the new position as Ryan’s fingers circled her calves and he pulled her legs from beneath her, one at a time, so that she was sitting in his lap with her legs loosely wrapped him.
“Oh.” She moaned again. “Good Lord, Ryan.” He felt huge inside her. It took a few seconds for her to adjust to him. But she enjoyed every moment.
“Is this okay for you?” he asked.
“It’s perfect,” she assured him. “I like how you feel and how close you are to me.” She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. Then she said, “You don’t have to worry about crushing me and I get to kiss you and touch you.”
He groaned. “You have no idea the things you do to me.” His mouth was on her neck again, and she reveled in the softness of his lips and the slight pressure from the tip of his tongue.
His hands roamed her body. Up her sides, around to her back, down to her ass. All the while, he rocked gently as she clenched and released his cock.
“I am so hot for you,” he told her. “It’s not easy keeping it together when I’m inside you.”
“Stay as long as you want,” she said. Her head fell back on her shoulders, giving him better access to her throat.
One of his hands stayed on her ass as he held her in a semi-embrace, as the other swept up to her breast and he caressed it before dipping his head and sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Ginger’s soft whimpers mingled with the muted trumpets and sexy saxophones coming from the iPod dock. Her body moved easily with Ryan’s and a maelstrom of emotions whirled in her stomach.
This really was perfection, she thought. Such an intimate position and such intense sensations—all accompanied by Ryan’s hunky body pressed to hers and his mouth on her sensitive flesh. His cock steadily thrust into her as they rocked together, causing the tension to mount within her again.
She whispered, “I want you to come with me.”
“I’m close,” he murmured against her breast. “God, you make me so hard. So in need of you.”
She wove her finge
rs through his hair as the other hand clutched his shoulder. “I want you to feel as good as I do.”
“Ginger, sweetheart,” he said as he lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “Nothing has ever felt better.”
He kissed her tenderly, and it was her undoing. Her pussy contracted around his cock as she tore her mouth from his. A throaty moaned echoed in the room, followed by a heartier, “Ryan!” as she came.
“Oh yeah,” he said on a jagged breath. “Squeeze me tight. Just like that.”
He rocked them faster, and thrust harder. Seconds later, she felt the tremors in his body. Then his cock surged and pulsed deep within her as he called out her name. And came inside her while she held him tight.
Though it was an explosive sensation, something more definitive occurred…
Ryan worked Ginger’s legs into a kneeling position and then he fell back against the pile of pillows, hauling her down on top of him. His chest heaved with his labored breathing and his cock throbbed from the powerful release.
His fingers threaded through her hair and he swept strands off her neck and shoulders. He draped an arm across her back as she nuzzled against him, her lips grazing his throat.
“Jesus, that was something else,” he said as the pads of his fingers drew abstract patterns on her skin.
She was quiet as she remained tucked against his body.
“Ginger?”
A sweet sound met his ears, akin to a soft purr.
He grinned. “I left you speechless?”
“Mm-hmm.”
His arm tightened around her. “At least nod to let me know you’re okay.”
She did. Then she suddenly sat up, breaking his embrace. Flattening her palms on his rib cage, she said, “That was simply too fantastic to even begin to describe. Except…” Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip, worrying Ryan.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she was quick to reassure him. “I just felt… I don’t know…” She shook her head as her lips twisted in contemplation. Then she stared down at him and said, “It was almost like…a click. Inside me.”
Ryan’s grin returned. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Ginger Monroe,” he said in a teasing voice, “did you just fall in love with me?”
Her giggle was girlish and innocent, and absolutely adorable.
“Your ego is clearly overinflated without any help from me.” Her arms snaked around his neck and she kissed him. Then she whispered against his lips, “Yes, I think I did.”
“Well, damn,” he said, hearing the thrill in his voice. “Doesn’t that just make me the luckiest son-of-a-gun?”
She laughed again. He recalled her saying he made her feel breathless and weightless, and that pleased him, because making her laugh and stealing her breath had him feeling pretty light and airy himself.
Ginger suggested, “Why don’t we not say anything in an official capacity prematurely?”
He got her drift. He’d told her earlier he’d taken one look at her and had deemed her a woman he could fall in love with—and he’d meant it. He felt it still. More strongly than he’d ever imagined. And yes, he’d fallen a bit in love with her tonight too. But she had a point about not loosely throwing out the “L” word.
“This is moving quickly,” he said. “I get where you’re coming from. But I will tell you, you’re not rowin’ in this boat alone.”
She smiled at him and it melted his heart. “Thank for you saying that. It’s good to know.”
He eased back down onto the mattress and she slowly lifted off his lap and scooted off the bed. As she disappeared into the bathroom, he thought he truly was one seriously lucky man.
She returned to bed and he used her restroom, then slipped between the sheets next to her. There’d been just a hint of blood on the condom he’d used, and that put his mind at ease, knowing it hadn’t been too painful or messy for her.
Though he did tell her, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re sore tomorrow.”
“There you go with that ego again,” she mocked. “Thinking you’re so huge I won’t be able to walk for a week.” He eyed her with a lifted brow and she laughed. “Okay, yes. You are huge. And it’s true, I probably won’t be able to walk for a week. My inner thighs already feel like I’ve worked them out a bit too strenuously. But it’s a good kind of burn.”
He wasn’t particularly thrilled to hear that.
Catching his apparent scowl, she said, “Would you stop? I thoroughly enjoyed the workout.” She wagged her brows at him and asked, “How long before you’re ready to give it a go again?”
His tension ebbed. “You really are a dynamo.”
Her body cradled against his, her head resting on his chest as he draped an arm over her shoulders. While her fingertips grazed his abs, making his muscles bunch, she said, “I can’t imagine why couples would ever leave the bedroom.”
Ryan liked her enthusiasm. “Not every couple has the kind of chemistry we do.”
“I guess you’re right. I mean, I can’t imagine Jonathan and Lydia even having sex.”
“Well, they did, of course. When they first got married. They really wanted children. But after three years, nothing happened and…she kicked him out of her bedroom.”
“What?” Ginger’s head lifted from his chest as she glared at him. “Are you kidding me? I thought that was one of the best things about marriage. Doing what we just did and then cuddling under the covers together. Who would pass this up?”
Coaxing her back into place with the hand on her shoulder, he said, “It’s not always like this, Ginger.”
“Are you telling me there were times you didn’t want to stay the night after making love to a woman?”
“There were only two other women, so don’t get hooked on any notions. And, yes, I was perfectly happy to leave afterward—they didn’t mind. I wasn’t a schmuck. Both women were friends and I’d never intended anything permanent with either one and vice versa. It was more, you know, scratching an itch. Nothing like this.”
“Hmm.”
He couldn’t tell if she bristled over that admission or was just giving it consideration.
Finally, she said, “I understand there’s physical attraction that doesn’t have anything to do with love or intimacy. But when you’re married…I mean, isn’t this one of the biggest joys of that kind of union? Why would you want separate bedrooms?”
“Well, sweetheart, I don’t. But not every relationship is the same. And whatever made my aunt suddenly feel like sex with her husband was a sin…I don’t know anything about it.”
“Goodness,” she said. “This all adds a new dimension to Lydia I’d never known existed. Yes, I imagined she was frigid in the bedroom, but come on. And the fact she’d wanted children so badly. I can’t say how I feel about that. On the one hand, it’s sad to hear it didn’t work out for them. On the other hand, even you said living in that house was difficult.”
“Like I mentioned, I’m not one to cast stones, so all I can tell you is what I’ve witnessed. The way they treat each other is up to them and no one else. You and I, however… Well, let’s just say I’d be damn glad to share a bed with you every night, darlin’.”
She dropped feather-light kisses on his chest as she murmured, “Hallelujah and praise the Lord.”
He chuckled.
Now, if only they could reconcile their issues outside the bedroom, they just might be onto something of a more permanent nature.
Chapter Seven
Ginger was rearranging a display in front of the window when she caught a glimpse of Liza out of the corner of her eye. Her friend pushed a cart down the sidewalk. Nestled in a box on the top shelf was an enormous floral arrangement. With a little laugh over Liza’s hellacious delivery, Ginger went back to her display.
Seconds later, the silver bell rang and Liza propped open the door, then wheeled in the cart.
“Holy moly,” Ginger said as she eyed the flowers more closely. “I
s there a wedding tonight I didn’t hear about?”
Liza wiped a bead of perspiration from her hairline. “Is there ever a wedding—or anything else in this town—someone hasn’t heard about?”
“Well, whatever the occasion, Jess has certainly outdone herself.” Ginger whistled under her breath. “Guess she wanted me to see it.”
“Guess again,” Liza said as she pulled her cart farther into the shop. “Help me with this, will you?” she asked as she grasped one side of the enormous vase.
With a lifted eyebrow, Ginger said, “You’re gonna let me display it today? This is going to look sensational in my window.”
“They’re no loaner, my friend.” The two women hoisted up the heavy arrangement and placed it atop a low dresser sitting off to the side near the front of the store, highly visible from the street. Liza handed over a small envelope and added, “I don’t need to tell you who this is from.”
“Seriously?” Ginger asked as her gaze shifted from the astounding bouquet to the card she held in her hand. “These are for me?”
With a wicked look on her face, Liza said, “All I can say is, you must be a hellcat in the sack, girlfriend. Jess even said she’d never had carte blanche on an order of this magnitude. Ryan didn’t know your favorite flower, so he basically ordered one of everything. And then some. We even had to call in a special delivery from Jess’ grower to complete the damn thing.”
The arrangement was colorful and vibrant and absolutely stunning. Emotion washed over Ginger, making her heart beat a bit faster. “Jesus,” she said. “All of this is for me.”
Liza gave her a quick hug and said, “Oh sweetie, you are so worth it. Regardless of what naughty little things you did to that man in bed.”
Ginger’s cheeks flushed, and not just from the remembrance of her past couple of steamy nights with Ryan.
“He does make me crazy with desire,” she admitted. With a hand over her heart, she confessed, “I swear, I could hole up in a bedroom with him for a week and not give a thought as to what’s happening on the other side of the door.”
