Zoie felt her nipples tighten, her breasts tingle, but Duncan made no attempt to pull her bra away. Instead, he let it stay there covering her breasts while the sides fell away, and the straps lay across her upper arms. He slid his hands across her rib cage, his fingers just avoiding the lower edge of the loosened bra.
She didn’t move, knowing that if she did the bra would fall away, revealing her breasts to him, and she was enjoying the game too much for that.
He kissed her, long and slow and deep, making her nipples harden. She shrugged out of the bra, cursing herself for her own impatience, and was rewarded with the feel of Duncan’s palms covering her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, and he reciprocated by pinching her flesh lightly while subjecting her to an almost punishing kiss.
Right at the moment she was in danger of becoming a quivering mess, he broke the kiss. His gaze fell to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hardened tips.
“In case I get distracted and forget to say so later, you’re more beautiful than I remember. You wouldn’t have to lose an ounce of weight and I’d still want you.”
Zoie huffed a laugh. His compliment beat back some of the self-consciousness threatening to bubble to the surface. While she’d always been curvaceous her body had definitely changed since the last time he’d seen it. More importantly he’d been aware enough to know she needed to hear the words.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He continued to slowly knead her flesh, his thumbs making slow, lazy circles around her nipples. “All of the fantasies that I’ve come up with over the past four years don’t come close to the reality.”
With adept ease, he slid his hands down her rib cage and hooked his fingers in the side of her panties. All the while, he kissed her lightly along her bottom lip. His chest skimmed her nipples and made her flesh tingle.
He drew away and with his eyes on hers dropped slowly down to his knees. He kept his fingers wrapped around the side of her panties but pushed his nose between her legs. She heard him inhale, and then give a masculine purr in the back of his throat.
“You smell like fucking paradise.”
He released the side of her panties and slipped a finger beneath the damp center panel. The tip of his finger touched the entrance to her pussy, and she whimpered.
“Like that, do you?”
She nodded, and dropped her hands to his shoulders.
Watching her, he stroked his fingertip lightly along her slit, and Zoie tilted her hips forward, encouraging him to slide in further.
“Why don’t you just…”
“There’s no rush. We have all of the time in the world,” he said with a wickedly sexy smile. “Besides I plan to tease you, make you beg a little.”
“I won’t ever beg.”
“We’ll see.”
He slipped his finger from her panties and slowly slid them down. “Step out,” he instructed.
When she did, he encouraged her legs apart. “Let’s see if you still taste as good as I remember.”
With his thumbs, he parted her pussy lips. He gazed at her for long moments, and then touched the tip of his tongue to her heat.
She made a strangled sound and dropped her head back against the wall. “More,” she demanded.
He responded by drawing his tongue lightly along her channel, barely touching her and making her intimate muscles convulse. Her knees almost buckled. He grabbed her backside and brought her closer to his mouth, then pushed in his tongue a measly inch. Zoie moaned as he kneaded her flesh, his fingers clamping down on her ass cheeks.
Just as she was about to tell him in no uncertain terms to get the hell on with it, he stood. He kissed her hard, pressing his rock hard chest against her sensitive breasts. He drew away and spun her around until she was pressed against the wall.
“Put your hands on the wall and open your legs for me.” He pressed his palms either side of her shoulders, his chest crushing her back and forcing her further forward against the wall.
Zoie did as he said. “Aren’t you going to take off your pants?” she breathed. She wanted to feel his erection against her, to know that he was as needy as she was right then.
“All in good time.”
He kissed her neck, his mouth brushing lightly over her skin, his tongue sliding up from her neck to her ear. Zoie shivered as Duncan nibbled and licked his way around her neck and across her shoulders. She thrust her breasts forward, wishing he would use his hands and give her aching nipples some much-needed attention.
Instead, he moved down her back, his touch light and so incredibly sensual. Zoie closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Duncan dropped to his knees and licked over her backside, down her legs, before sliding back up again and doing everything in reverse. By the time he reached her neck again, she was a tremulous mass of nerves.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, steadying her, then used his free hand to slide slowly across her stomach. Zoie’s stomach muscles clenched, her pussy protesting. She pushed her ass back against him, willing him to slide that hand between her legs and give her some relief. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
As if Duncan knew her thoughts, he cupped her mound, his palm hot and possessive against her heat. Zoie gyrated, making little mmm sounds as the tip of his finger pressed against her opening.
“I’m going to make you come,” he murmured against her ear. “I’m going to make you come so many times that your sweet little pussy will be sore for days.”
“Yes,” Zoie managed, dropping her head back again and pushing herself into his palm. “Yes.”
“I’m going to make you come with my fingers,” he pushed one inside her. “With my tongue,”—he slid his along her neck—“and with my cock.” He gyrated against her ass crease. “And you’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Zoie’s head swam. Her legs felt boneless, and her pussy all but vibrated against his hand. She clenched around his finger as it moved inside her, tilting her hips and thrusting her breasts forward.
She heard his breathing against her ear, felt the gentle bite of his teeth against the lobe. And all the while the tension increased, the pull of orgasm so close she wanted to simply let go against his hand. Except she loved the feel of his finger working inside her, the press of him against her, the snap of his breath matching hers, and the way he held her possessively around the waist and tight back against him.
“Oh, God. Duncan…”
The pull of it was too much, and she came, firing up, up, up to infinity and all too soon spinning down to earth again.
She collapsed against the wall helped by the press of his body. He continued to work his finger in small strokes against her clitoris, barely moving but not letting her go. When her breathing had slowed, he pulled her back and swept her up into his arms.
Although she thought to protest, she was simply too limp to do much of anything except wrap her arms around his neck and let her head loll against his shoulder.
“Mommy!”
She stiffened and jerked away from Duncan at the sound of their son’s voice. In that moment she realized exactly where she was and what she was doing.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed as she began frantically looking for her discarded clothes.
Duncan reached for her hands to steady her. “Calm down. I’ll go to him.”
Before she could protest, he backed away and made his way down the hall to their son’s room. Once he disappeared inside of it she scrambled for her clothes. This was one of the main reasons she hadn’t wanted to get involved with him again. Whenever he touched her, she lost all ability to think.
That wasn’t good because she had a problem. Now that he’d awoken her libido. She wanted more. A lot more.
Chapter Seven
“Cristal, I swear if you don’t stop it, I’m going to hang up on you,” Zoie threatened.
Cristal laughed. “Aw, come on. Let me have a little fun. I would think you’d be ha
ppy that I’m not complaining about where you are and who you’re doing it with.”
“It’s just dinner and a movie,” Zoie hissed into the phone. “Besides, don’t think I missed that castration comment you made to Duncan when I was saying goodbye to Karson.”
“And I meant what I said,” Cristal replied. “And if Duncan is fond of his male parts, he’ll heed my warning.
“I knew I should have left Karson with the regular sitter,” Zoie grumbled.
“And deny me quality time with my god son? How dare you even attempt such a thing? But as you can tell, he’s having a good time and I promise I haven’t loaded him up with sugar. Just pizza.”
Zoie shook her head. “I love you, girl. Be sure to give Karson a hug and kiss for me before you tuck him in and I’ll see the two of you in the morning.”
“Love you, too, and I will. Now enjoy the rest of your date.”
Zoie disconnected the call and tucked her cell phone back into her purse. She’d allowed Duncan to talk her into going on a date. So they’d made the thirty mile drive into Tucson.
After their slight interruption last night, this was their attempt to take things a little slower. She had to make the most of the time that she had. Her parents were due back in town on Saturday night from their cruise. She couldn’t imagine what their reaction was going to be to Duncan being back in town. There were sure to be fireworks. Perhaps she should unload the shotgun.
“Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Yes. Just wanted to check on him before Cristal put him to bed.”
“Are you sure you’re having a good time?” he asked. “You seem a little tense.”
“Sorry. I’m just not used to being away from Karson at night,” she admitted. “While my parent’s watch him on occasion when Cristal and I go out, this is only the third time I’ve been away from him overnight.”
He reached out and squeezed her hand. “You’re a good mother, Zoie. I hope I can be half of the parent that you’ve been.”
“You’re off to a good start. Karson is enamored with you. He lights up every time he knows you’re coming over to see him.”
“I’m glad,” he replied. “It may sound weird because technically I’ve just met him, but I love him.”
“Doesn’t sound strange at all. The moment Karson was placed into my arms I was a goner.”
“You said it was a rough pregnancy?” he asked.
“My blood pressure was erratic. I had to go on bedrest the last two months and he still came three weeks early. But he was healthy and strong so that was all that mattered.”
“I have a feeling that you’re downplaying the situation,” he said.
She smiled. “Just a little. However, it’s water under the bridge. So no need to rehash it. I don’t regret a moment of the experience.”
“Good,” he murmured.
“What made you go through with it?” he asked. “You could have terminated like Rachel and I would have never known.”
“But I would have. I also knew you felt as though all women were like her, I wanted to prove you wrong. Understand that I wanted Karson from the moment I knew I was pregnant with him, but I had extra motivation because of Rachel. What she did to you was wrong.”
“It also affected us when I shouldn’t have allowed it to,” he admitted.
“How could you not, Duncan? The woman pretended like she wanted your baby. Continued to pretend like she was pregnant even though she’d ended the pregnancy, all just to keep you. Any man would have the right to be angry over that.”
“But it didn’t give me the right to leave you high and dry,” he said.
“That we can definitely agree on,” she mumbled.
They continued on the movie theatre in silence. A couple of hours later, the movie ended and they began making the trip back to Three Points.
“Are you still full from dinner or do you want to grab a snack?” he asked.
“I’m fine. We can head back now,” she replied as she lay her head on the headrest.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she’d had fun tonight. Mainly because she’d been able to relax. It was one of the reasons why she’d suggested they go to Tucson. As expected the word was starting to get out about Duncan being Karson’s father. The general store had experienced and influx in business. She knew they were coming in just to see if they could spot the two of them together. But as long as they were buying stuff, she didn’t care.
A short time later, they pulled up in front of her parents’ home. She looked over at him.
“You can come in if you’d like,” she offered.
He stared over at her silently. “As much as I want to take you up on that offer we both know what’s going to happen if I follow you inside that house tonight. I need to know you’re ready for that to happen, because this is going to change things. Once we go there, it’s no going back.”
“I’d be lying if I said I’m one hundred percent certain, but I can’t deny the chemistry between us. I don’t want to. I’m willing to explore it, I just ask that you be patient when those doubts surface.”
Without another word, he climbed out of the truck and made his way around to her side. When he opened the door, he took the hand that he offered and stepped down. He stood to the side patiently while she unlocked the front door.
As she stepped inside, her heart began to race at a pace that frightened her. She took a deep breath and did her best to relax as she continued on into the family room. The sound of the keys being removed from the door sounded muted to her ears.
“How long has it been, Zoie?” he asked.
She was so caught off guard by the question that at first she blinked in response. Then she cleared her throat nervously as she turned to look at him.
“What?” she finally managed to get out.
“How long has it been since you’ve been intimate?”
“Uh…before last night…um…the night before you left town,” she admitted.
He stood there silently for so long, she prayed that he wouldn’t make her repeat herself.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to say I’m sorry enough, but I plan to do my best to make it up to you.” He held out his hand. “Come here.”
Her brain barely registered the words before her feet started moving. When she reached him, he pulled her into his embrace. His palm cupped the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. He’d held her this way several times before and it brought back pleasant memories.
“You’re tense,” he whispered. “You need to relax.”
“You holding me like this isn’t going to help,” she stated with a chuckle.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because anytime you touch me it makes me think about other things and then…well…yeah,” she mumbled.
He laughed. “How about I give you a good rub down and see if that helps?”
“Oh, that sounds nice,” she replied. “I think I have some body oil in my room.”
“Then that’s definitely where we should be,” he whispered before releasing her.
She stepped back. “I think you’re right. Let’s go.”
They made their way to the bedroom. She turned on the lamp on the night stand, filling the room with dim lighting.
“Where’s the oil?” he asked.
“In the nightstand.”
She sat down on the edge of the bed and began tugging off her socks and shoes. She’d just reach for the buckle of her belt when his chuckle reached her ears.
“What’s so…oh my God!”
Chapter Eight
Mortification filled Zoie. She moved toward Duncan to take the bag he had in his hands and throw it in the nearest trashcan.
“I can’t believe I forgot about that.” She reached for it, but he moved it away. “Let me have that. I’ll get rid of it. Cristal gave it to me as a gag gift for my birthday.”
He grinned. “Remind me to thank her.”
Her eyes widened. “Don’
t you even think about bringing this up to her. I’ll never live it down.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” he said. “You finished getting undressed and I won’t say a word.”
“What are you planning to do?” she asked.
“It will be better if I show you. Now finished getting undressed and I’ll be right back.”
Before she could protest, he left her room. She stood there defiantly for several seconds. A part of her wanted to see what he’d do if he came back her and found her completely dressed. But a larger part wanted to know what he had planned if she followed his instructions.
Not wasting another second, she quickly removed her clothes, pulled back the covers and climbed onto her bed. A heartbeat later he returned.
She gasped when he dumped out the bag of sex toys next to her. For Zoie, it shouldn’t have been that embarrassing. She was a grown woman for goodness sake. But it wasn’t that easy, for she’d never even opened the bag to see what was in it. So now the longer she stared, the hotter her cheeks became.
“Don’t even think about getting embarrassed with me. If we hadn’t been apart for four years, we would have done thing and more by now. Just consider this making up for lost time.” He didn’t look up from the assortment as he picked at the creams and lubes, reading what they were for. “Pick a number, not higher than ten.”
Zoie chuckled. “What for?”
“Because we’re going to play a little game.” With a bottle of flavored message oil in his hand, he lifted his head. “What’s your number?”
Zoie rolled her eyes. “Four. Isn’t this a little juvenile?”
“Sweetheart, nothing we’re about to do here will be able to be classified as immature.” Duncan grinned and grabbed the blue dildo from the pile. “Have you ever used one of these?”
Zoie hesitated. Will he laugh at me if I tell him the truth? “Once. Before we became involved the first time. I couldn’t figure it out.”
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