Emboldened, she popped the snap of the jeans and slid the zipper down carefully, and his shaft, encased in his boxers, nudged her hand. In seconds she’d pulled the soft material down and then he was there, that hot, rigid length surging free, and she cupped her hand around it.
In a split second she was disappointed that she couldn’t see him, that she couldn’t explore him in the pure light at her leisure, but almost immediately she stuffed the thought back into the nasty little box from which it had come out.
No regrets. No regrets tonight. Tonight was hers. His. Theirs.
In dimness.
In dimness she could be anything, his every fantasy, her every fantasy. Darkness was her friend.
Rick was her lover.
He shifted, his arm moving, and she gasped as he cupped her mound, his fingers sliding through the curls protecting her secrets, one long finger pushing relentlessly between the swollen folds of her labia to rub against the slickness spilling from her.
“Rick…” His name was a moan in the night.
“Cherry.” Her name was rasp of hedonistic heat.
And then that long finger was inside her, pushing deep, alien and thrilling all at once. Her thighs clamped shut as she sought to pull him out, keep him in, straining up on her tiptoes.
Rick’s laugh was all male, possessive and satisfied. “You’re mine, Cherry.” He withdrew his finger, dragging along the side of her sheath deliberately, making her squirm against him as he pressed her body between his and the hard surface of the wooden door. He slid his finger out of her and up to caress the little clitoris budding higher up in her folds.
Cherry nearly shattered on the spot. Desire coursed through her like quicksilver, hot and hard and cutting with splintering pleasure. She arched into him, thrusting her hips unashamedly against his burgeoning staff. “Please. Please, Rick.”
“Like that, do you?” He kissed her hard, almost ruthless, his finger sliding down to unerringly enter her again, twisting his finger from side to side as he did so, heightening her pleasure. Pushing her onwards. “Tell me, love. Do you like that?”
“Yes. Yes!” A surge of heat almost took her somewhere as his other hand was also between her thighs, one dexterous finger of it playing with her clitoris while his other finger slid in and out of her, slow and deliberate and pressing against the side of her sheath.
Every sensation tumbling through her made her throw her head back and gasp for air as colours flashed before her eyes.
“Oh, no, sweetheart.” His murmur was hot and husky. “Not just yet.”
Removing his hands, he took her hips in a firm grasp. In one momentum, he turned both himself and Cherry around and using his body to crowd her back towards the bed, he looked down at her.
She knew he couldn’t see her clearly, but the same was true for her, and she felt his disappointment. As her knees nudged the bed, she saw the glitter of determination in his eyes.
“Tonight you win,” he whispered almost savagely. “But next time it’s on my terms, Cherry.”
Before she could even think past her passion-drugged haze, he tipped her back onto the bed. Looming over her, his hands rested just above her knees, moving up smoothly to grip her hips. The dimness shadowed his features, but she felt the very prurience in the air. He bent low, and his mouth was on her belly, lips hot, teeth sharp as he nipped the tender flesh, laving it roughly with his tongue, sending sensations rioting through her.
He moved higher leisurely, every movement slow and deliberate and edged with hunger. Hunger for her, for her body, for her pleasure. For his pleasure.
When she tried to sit up, he laid a hand flat on her belly and pushed her back down. Without missing a beat he pressed open kisses to her skin, moving up her body.
Heart pounding, fire in her veins, she arched back, reaching above her to grasp the coverlet and hang on as every kiss he pressed to her skin seemed to jerk on the erotic strand of lust that spiralled off into secret places that ached with need.
She felt the heat of him coming over her, the roughness of his calves as they rubbed against her smooth skin. Lowering her eyelids, she watched breathlessly as he crawled up her body with sensuous, hungry movements. An illusion of a craven beast – or was it an illusion? His eyes glittered in the dimness, and even in the shadows she recognized the rapacity of his gaze and movements.
Hungry for her.
Craving her.
Needing her.
Wanting her.
Determined to have her.
Her fantasy come to life.
Then fantasy fled to be replaced with the real thing. Firm male lips closed around one nipple, a rough tongue curling around the sensitive bud, and he sucked her into his hot mouth.
Fingers wringing the coverlet, she pulled the thick fabric as she closed her eyes and moaned with every strong suck of that talented mouth.
Coolness suddenly hit her nipple, a rough swipe of the tongue over it making her shudder, and then that hot mouth engulfed her other nipple, sucking it in deep, tongue curling around it, a growl of hunger in his throat as he feasted.
She almost splintered then and there, but again he denied her, lifting his head to smile hedonistically down at her. “Oh, no, baby. We’re going together. Get ready for a rough ride.”
One strong arm went under her thigh and slid down to lodge behind her knee, lifting it up and outwards, his other arm doing the same, making her gasp as he moved over her, his movements making her hips roll up, leaving her open to his marauding body.
“Rick,” she began hazily, a touch apprehensively. “I don’t think – oh God!”
One thrust and he was in her, his sac hard against her bottom, the root of his manhood against her opening, his shaft deep inside, so deep she thought she’d feel him there forever. He touched her inside and out, surrounding her outwardly with his strength and scent, inwardly with his shaft and the seed even now leaking from the tip.
His teeth were a flash of white sin in the dimness, his humour dark with passion and edged with cupiscence. “All mine,” he rasped, and then he started moving.
To say he took her would be wrong. To say he took her ravenously was correct. He pumped into her hard, his arms locked under her knees as easily as if she was a slender reed. His strength awed her, but so did his voracity for her. It was there in the glitter of his eyes, in the carnal words he whispered to her, in every hard thrust of his body in and against her.
He pushed her libido higher, torched her desire, made her passion burn out of control. She couldn’t twine her arms around his neck and hold him close, he had total control of her body, but she grabbed his forearms, her short nails digging into the muscles bunching beneath the hair-roughened skin.
Power in his arms, in his words, in every hard pump of his hips, and in the shaft that surged so hotly inside her. Power in the way he took her, keeping her helpless for his pleasure while searing her own until she wanted to scream with shattered nerves and overwhelmed sensation.
It hit her from every side. The power of him, the desire, the heat of pure sex that seemed so much more, the way he made her feel so beautiful, so wanton, so desirable. The way he hungered – lusted – after her.
His hips pumped harder, every slide of his thick shaft in her clasping sheath yet another match for the already burning fire inside her. It scorched out, filling her, surging upward with delicious, prickling heat, taking her over, burning her up, and she flared out, a fiery flame in a universe of heat and carnal hunger.
She burned out of control, exploding with Rick’s name on her lips.
Dimly she felt the hot tide of seed bursting deep inside her, coating her inner walls, and a hard body that jerked against her, into her, sending her out into a fiery void she thought would surely burn her up in delicious prurience.
Chapter Seven
Shifting the furniture he’d had in storage would have been a lot worse if Tim hadn’t come around to help him, and brought a friend as well.
Mike was introd
uced as a cop, and with his bear of a build and quiet yet almost threatening demeanour, Rick could believe that not many smart-arses gave him lip. Mike was a cop with danger written all over him. In fact “Don’t mess with me” was practically stamped on his forehead.
“Does he always scowl like that?” Rick watched Mike pick up an armchair without breaking a sweat and move it indoors.
Tim grinned. “He’s got a new neighbour.”
“Must be a hell of a neighbour.”
“You have no idea.”
“Must be a mighty stupid neighbour to annoy him like that.”
“You have no idea.” Tim winked. “Female.”
“Ahhhh.” Rick nodded sympathetically. Now that he could understand. Cherry was tying him up in knots.
“Speaking of females.” Tim leaned against the veranda post and folded his arms across his chest. “How is the pursuit of the fair maiden going?”
“It’s getting there.” Rick grinned cockily. “Failure isn’t an option.”
“Want to bet?” Mike rumbled as he came out of the door, the t-shirt he wore stretched over his massive muscles.
Now, Rick thought, if he were a female, he’d be intimidated by another female’s better-than-average physique. Instead, being a bloke, he was cool about it, though he did a quick check of his own biceps and took satisfaction in the impressive swells of them.
Okay, maybe there was a little un-coolness in his check, but hey, he was human.
“Manage to get her on a date yet?” Tim queried.
Mike picked up his carton of iced coffee and took several deep swallows. Rick was pretty sure that’s all it would take to drain it. The carton looked like a dinky box in that massive paw.
“Had pizza last night, as a matter of fact,” he answered, then grinned. Widely. Very widely.
You dog!” Tim punched him in the shoulder. “You got her to go to bed with you!”
“Seduced her,” he admitted unashamedly. “Didn’t really give her a chance to think too much.” Feeling Mike’s hard gaze on him, he hurriedly added, “Not like that, Mike. I don’t push girls.”
“You just seduce them into doing what you want?”
“Trust me, with Cherry you don’t want to give her too much time to think.”
Dark brows lowering even more, Mike didn’t look too convinced.
“Cherry is driving Rick nuts,” Tim explained cheerfully. “She’s a plus-sized chick with a heap of weight hang-ups. Rick lusts after her and is trying to prove his love. He’s not having an easy time of it.”
“Ah.” It was Mike’s turn to nod, and he looked out over the front yard. “The ladies are hard to understand at the best of times.”
The ladies? Rick looked at Tim.
Tim’s grin remained cheerful. “Mike is having trouble with his lady neighbor, and she—”
“Are we just going to stand here and gossip, or are we going to work?” Mike growled.
“Men don’t gossip,” Tim returned. “Men impart information. Which,” he transferred his attention to Rick, “You’re not doing very well.”
“Because you put it in a nutshell.” Taking a swallow of his own iced coffee, Rick studied one of the rose bushes. It needed tending badly. Maybe he could con Cherry into coming over and working her magic on it…and on him. Especially on him. “I have to get past this insecurity of hers.”
“Not easy when the more voluptuous women have been slanged in the media and everywhere they turn,” Tim pointed out.
Mike grunted agreement.
“I’m just going to have to try harder,” Rick said.
“Good luck with that,” Mike growled. “Seriously.”
Tim laughed outright and Rick’s curiosity was piqued, but Mike gave Tim a warning glare and Tim shut up.
“Okay.” Rick straightened up. “Let’s get the last of this furniture inside.”
They worked well into the afternoon, stopping only for pizza and beer, and by the time everything was to his satisfaction inside the house, Rick was sorely in need of a shower. Bidding Tim and Mike goodbye, he watched them depart, Tim in his classic car and Mike on a roaring monstrosity of a motorcycle. He likely broke the sound barrier on it. But Rick liked Mike. The man was quiet and worked hard, and he seemed an all right sort. He even had a sharp sense of humour, almost lazy and dark, except when it came to ‘the ladies’, or to be more precise, one particular lady. Then he clamped up and frowned ferociously. One day Rick just had to find out what was going on with Mike and his lady neighbour, but right then he had his own lady problems.
A very sweet, juicy, lady problem. Cherry. She hadn’t stayed the night, but instead she’d slipped out after just an hour of cuddling, something to which he was rather partial. She’d only given in about turning on the light once she was safely dressed, and the fact that her blouse was on inside out had only made her cheeks pinken. Her cheeks hadn’t gone red until he suggested he take it off her and put it back on properly. She’d been out the door fast, and he’d barely managed to grab a towel to wrap around his naked loins and make it to the door to see her getting in her car on the other side of the car park. The woman could move when she chose. Oh yeah, could she move…
His cock perked up as he remembered the mind-blowing sex.
Mind-blowing hell. He’s thought his eyeballs were going to pop; the incredible pressure had nearly given him a myocardial infarction. He grinned. Heart-attack by awesome sex, what a write-up for the books that would be. Not that he’d be the first to pop a valve through sex. Heh heh. Sobering, he threw the empty cartons of iced coffee in the bin and checked the clock. She’d be doing her six pm medication rounds now, and checking that everyone was eating okay.
He had a shower then checked the clock again. Six thirty pm. She was probably thinking about having her own tea.
Rick cooked himself a meal and ate it while reading the newspaper. He checked the clock. Seven thirty pm. She might be having a late tea.
He watched TV for awhile then checked the clock again. Eight thirty pm. She’d undoubtedly be writing notes, or giving last minute medications, or helping people to the toilet, changing their beds, settling them, or the hundred other little things doctors had only a vague idea that nurses did in their daily work. He only knew more because his mother had drilled it into him from the moment he’d decided to become a doctor, and because he’d seen her come home pretty wild sometimes about something a doctor had done or said. She’d come home full of praise, too, now and again, but it was the other side he often saw as well. He’d promised himself and her that he wouldn’t become one of those doctors. In fact, he respected nurses.
It was just Cherry he lusted after. Nurse Cherry was raising his temperature to explosive levels. Naughty nurse. Heh heh.
He watched the clock, judging when she’d arrive home, and then he rang. No answer. He rang fifteen minutes later, but still no answer. He waited half an hour and no answer. He thought about going over and making sure she was all right. Hell, anyone could have hit her on the head when she got out of her car late at night. By herself.
He rang again. By eleven o’clock he was ready to ring the hospital and find out if she was still there. Shit, he was turning into a stalker. Nurses sometimes worked late, depending on what was happening, and he didn’t have the right of a husband, live-in boyfriend, or fiancée to ring the hospital and find out. Plus he was pretty sure she’d fry his balls if he did ring.
He rang at eleven thirty and she answered.
“Hello?” She sounded tired.
“Hey, love.” Tension uncoiling inside him, he leaned back in the armchair. “You sound tired. Hard shift?”
“Busy. One of the patients went into organ failure.”
“Nasty. You all right?”
“Fine. What are you still doing up?” She yawned.
Waiting for you. Worrying myself sick. Wondering if I am turning into a stalker. “Just watching some TV, thought I’d call and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.”
“That�
��s nice.” She yawned again and spoke softly to someone.
Rick was immediately on the alert, only to relax once more when he heard Frizz’s complaining meow coming through the line, followed by Cherry’s clearer words as she turned back to the phone.
“The cats are hungry,” she explained unnecessarily. “I’m going to feed them and then go to bed.”
“Want a back rub?” he asked, only half joking.
Obviously the heart of his desire didn’t take the hint, because she only yawned again and mumbled, “Aren’t you working tomorrow?”
“Yes. But for you I’ll make it a later night.”
She laughed. “Yeah, right.”
“Seriously.” The yawn this time was so loud that he could almost picture her half asleep on her aching feet. Gently, he added, “Go to bed, love. No doubt I’ll see you at the hospital tomorrow.”
“Right,” she mumbled. “’Night.”
Listening to the dial tone, Rick thought it was probably the first time in his history that a woman had hung up on him. He just wished he could be there to rub her aching feet, to give her an erotic little shower, and then tuck her snugly into bed.
Instead, he was going to go to his own bed alone and stare at the ceiling all night, thinking of what he wanted right now but couldn’t have.
The phone rang and he picked it up listlessly. “Yeah?”
“Geez, bro,” his sister’s voice came down the line. “Sound enthusiastic. Watcha doing?”
“In danger of turning into a stalker.”
“Ooohhh, tell me all about it.”
He smiled a little. “Tell me why you’re ringing, first.”
“David and I had a little disagreement.”
Rick sighed. Oh, joy. He settled in to hear about her woes, knowing from experience that his big sister was going to tell him whether he wanted to listen or not. “I’ve got an early morning, so don’t take too long.”
“That David is such an arse, did you know that?”
“From the moment you first told me years ago.”
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