Unexpected Love (Timid Souls Book 3)

by Melanie Munton

I didn’t like it either and I was determined to change that forever so Penny wouldn’t have to endure being around such an unstable, unaffectionate individual.

  I was standing at the large window in the living room, looking out at the Potomac River that our apartment building overlooked, when I heard a door down the hall close softly and quiet footsteps enter the room. I turned around to see Felicity standing there in those tight skinny jeans she’d had on all day and a loose-fitted tank top.

  She might as well have been completely naked for the reaction my cock was giving her.

  And that was when it hit me.

  I’ve never seen her naked.

  We’d had sex three times but each time had been with some form of clothing separating us, covering her, hiding her perfect form from my eyes.

  And that was going to change. Right now.

  “She was out within five seconds,” Felicity said as she slowly approached me.

  I loved my daughter with every fiber of my being, but she was the last person I wanted to be thinking about while I imagined all the filthy ways I needed Felicity’s body wrapped around me, inside and out.

  And now that Penny was in bed, the filter was tossed away and forgotten.

  “I want you naked the next time I fuck you,” I said, my voice low and cracked.

  Felicity’s feet paused on the plush carpet, halting her forward progress. The statement took her off-guard momentarily. But when realization sunk in, one side of her mouth quirked up in a grin and she continued her movements but in the opposite direction. She started walking backwards—toward my bedroom—facing me and never taking her eyes from mine. And this time she moved at a much slower, purposeful pace. She was absolutely putting on a show for me as she swung her hips in those jeans and pulled her hair back behind her shoulders, providing me with a much better view of those perky tits of hers.

  “Well. If you don’t hurry I may start without you,” she replied huskily.

  I was already moving across the room, matching her pace. “Oh, please do. I would love to see that.”

  I walked through my bedroom door seconds after her while in the process of unbuttoning my jeans—my shirt already shucked somewhere in the corner of the room—when she came up behind me and shoved me onto the bed. I was unprepared for the force with which she used and immediately dropped to the bed, my ass landing right on the edge of the mattress. I had to hand it to her. For a pint-size little thing, Felicity had some muscle to her.

  That was a huge turn-on.

  Because although I had already known it, that show of strength only reaffirmed the fact that she could give as well as she could receive. And when she fell to her knees before me, placing her head right between my legs, the word receive was the only one flashing in my head like the bright lights of the Las Vegas strip.

  Anything I received from Felicity Paxton was no doubt going to be spectacular. I had known that before I’d ever even kissed the woman.

  “I believe I owe you somethin’,” she said as she began to work my jeans and underwear down my legs.

  I wasn’t going to stop her this time. Shit, my cock was practically begging for her mouth and I wouldn’t deny him any longer. I lifted my hips to help her ease the denim down and off and a second later I was completely naked, spread out unashamedly as her heated eyes took in every inch of me.

  Something is wrong with this picture.

  I took the material of her tank top between my fingers and tugged. “I told you, I want you naked.”

  She didn’t even look up at me. Her eyes were solely focused on the prize she had just unwrapped. I got even harder when her eyes stayed locked on my cock as I waited for her to take off her clothing, any of her clothing. She finally registered the silence in the room and the stillness in my body. Her head rose to see my expectant expression, zoned in on her prone body on the floor. She rolled her eyes and pulled her top over her head, revealing her bra-covered flesh to me.

  Fucking hell.

  I didn’t know the name or what kind of bra it was. All I knew was that it was bright blue, pushed her breasts up and out, and had rhinestones across the top that sparkled with every centimeter she moved.

  It was probably the hottest thing I had ever seen.

  I hadn’t noticed any of the bras she had been wearing during the times we’d had sex—I had been too focused on getting to the treasures underneath them. But if this was what I’d been missing, I really needed pay better attention.

  “Better?” she asked.

  For now. I slowly nodded, never removing my eyes from those perfect breasts that I knew were tipped with the sweetest rose-colored nipples. “It’s a start.”

  “Good. Now shut up and enjoy.”

  No fucking problem.

  When she bent down and her tongue connected with my head, that was all she wrote. I was done after that. This woman had taken me, twisted me in knots, and turned my life completely upside down. But when she finally put her whole mouth on me? I became undeniably hers. Hers to do whatever she wanted with and I wouldn’t complain. Hell, I was prepared to worship at her feet if she continued to make me feel this way.

  At first glance, Felicity’s mouth looked soft, innocent, untouched by anything dirty or rough. But I knew better and I knew it was greedy, hungry. She was taking everything I gave her and demanding more. I grasped the sheets beside me, totally lost to the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth snaking its way down my hard shaft. Squeezing my eyes shut as I threw my head back and groaned, I did my best to prolong it. I wanted it to last as long as possible.

  That wasn’t very realistic, though.

  Because I had fantasized about this very thing for months and those fantasies hadn’t done her mouth justice. And oftentimes when a man had a fantasy fulfilled, the pleasure was quick to come.

  Which it did, seconds after I warned her so, though she refused to let go. Her lips were clamped around me, her sucking noises driving me out of my damn mind as I bucked up into her mouth, my climax releasing down her throat.

  “Oh, yes. Swallow it, Felicity.” I could feel her throat working around me, taking me down. “Fucking swallow it.”

  It took me a few minutes to fully catch my breath after that. I quickly glimpsed down the length of my body, just in time to see her lick her lips and use her finger to wipe the corner of her mouth. Good God. She made it look like she had just finished her favorite meal. Talk about making a guy feel good.

  That was when a whole swell of emotions hit me as I gazed down at her. Every time I saw her, she looked even more beautiful than the previous time. She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen, no doubt. But she also had this innate beauty about her that the majority of women on this earth couldn’t touch and strove unsuccessfully to acquire.

  Felicity just had this arresting nature about her. Like you had to stop and take a better look because there was so much there to see, to uncover. So much bubbling under the surface that one passing glance was never enough. One touch would never satisfy. There were so many different sides to her, something I had sensed the instant I met her and had immediately wanted to know more. Each layer I peeled off continued to be more fascinating than the next, causing me to fall deeper, harder for her.

  And I was pissed at myself.

  Because I had been treating her like she was nothing but a quick, easy fuck. Bending her over bathroom counters, taking her on top of dining room tables, shoving her up against the bathroom wall. I wasn’t showing her that she meant more to me than that, much more. I wasn’t taking my time with her like I should have been. I wasn’t making sure she felt cherished, cared for.

  That ends now.

  She needed to know that I could do romance, dammit. That I was capable of it. And more importantly, that I wanted to do that for her. That she was worth that and so much more.

  I hauled her and myself up and left her standing there as I headed toward the bathroom. “Stay right there,” I told her before I closed the bathroom door behind me.

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��t want to look back at her for fear of losing my control and tackling her to the bed before I could actually set up the romantic scene I had in mind. I went over to the over-size bathtub, turned on the hot water, and dumped some bubble bath in, the smells of cherry blossoms instantly permeating the air. As the bubbles began to fill the tub, I set out the candles I kept in the closet and lit them. The candles I kept in there for this very purpose.

  I was a man who enjoyed his bubble baths and went all out with them. My job was stressful and it helped relax me. So sue me.

  Feeling satisfied with that, I left the room and shut the door behind me. I walked right past Felicity and once again spoke over my shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

  If I was going to give Felicity romance, I was going to do it right and I was going to use every second I had with her to prove that she was what I wanted.

  All I wanted.

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  Chapter Nine

  Felicity

  I wrapped my arms around my middle, suddenly very unsure of myself. Gabe just walked out of the room with heavy footsteps and an expression on his face that hinted at anger. His jaw was tight and his breathing was labored.

  Is he mad at me?

  Did I do something wrong?

  I was positive that I just made him feel pretty damn good, so I had no idea what had gotten into him to upset him that way. I looked blankly around the room, not knowing what to do, worried that he wasn’t going to come back. That he would just stew by himself until I left his apartment.

  Not long after I thought that maybe I should put my shirt back on, the man himself came back into the room, a silver tray in his hands that held a bottle of champagne, two flutes, and a bowl of chocolate-covered cherries. I took a long, hard look at that tray, making sure that what I was seeing was in fact real, and then met his eyes.

  He shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “I felt inspired.”

  It was stupid that I felt like crying. If I had any doubts about Gabe’s feelings for me before that, they were demolished with that one grin and the tray in his hands. I didn’t want to tell him that he didn’t have to do any of it, didn’t have to woo me because he already had me. I wasn’t going to say anything because you just didn’t turn down a man trying like that, putting forth the effort.

  I followed him into the bathroom and stood by the tub as he sat the tray on the edge of it. I wished he hadn’t needed to put a pair of gym shorts on before he left the room. But with his daughter down the hall, I certainly understood it. Didn’t matter anyway. Those would be coming off very quickly.

  He pulled a small black remote out of a basket on the floor by the tub, clicked a few buttons, and the iPod dock on the counter blasted the sounds of Mozart through its speakers.

  I raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve just thought of everything,” I said.

  He stood with his arms down at his sides and nodded his head down at my clothed body. “Off,” he commanded.

  I slowly turned around to present my back to him. “I might need some help.”

  He groaned softly, a quiet rumble coming from deep within him. “My pleasure, baby.”

  The bra was the first thing to come off. His fingers trailed across my skin, undoing each clasp one by one, sending shivers down my spine which his mouth was soon to follow. Once he pulled my arms free of the straps and the bra was on the floor, his hands reached to cup my breasts, the pads of his fingers seeking out my puckered nipples. A moan released from me when he pinched them, kneading them in his grasp.

  My breath caught when his hands traveled lower to the top of my jeans, those skilled fingers releasing the button and slowly dragging the zipper down. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he panted, his inhales becoming shorter, faster with every inch he pushed the denim down my legs. I leaned back into his hard form, needing to connect our bodies in every way possible, desperate to feel the heat of his bare chest against my skin.

  It wasn’t long before I could feel the cool air of the room caress that most sensitive part of me. Gabe was crouched down, helping me remove my jeans and underwear from around my ankles. And then I was naked in front of him. Every part of me exposed to his seeking eyes. In fact, his face was right at my sex, staring at it, and it reminded me of our moment in the restaurant bathroom when he finished me off, the memory making my core clench with arousal.

  Instead of repeating that scene in the bathroom like I expected with the way he was looking at me, Gabe leaned forward and dotted my skin with heated kisses. His mouth started at my belly button, his lips dragging down to the top of my mound and over to each hip bone, his tongue snaking out every now and then to trace a path of his own design. Warmth enveloped me at his attentions, making every extremity tingle in excitement and hum in appreciation.

  Then, he stopped and rested his forehead on my lower belly, breathing deeply. “Anytime I fuck you from here on out, I want you just like this. I want to be able to see all of you when I’m inside of you.” His voice sounded almost tortured but his words were no less adding to my desire. When I didn’t respond, he raised his head and met my eyes. “Understand?”

  What could I say to that? I just nodded and he looked satisfied.

  I wasn’t totally prepared when he suddenly stood back up and pulled his shorts off, leaving him also naked. I’d seen him in all his beautiful glory earlier in the bedroom, and this was no less awe-inspiring as the first experience. Gabe was toned, cut in all the right places, with a light dusting of dark hair covering his torso, and washboard abs that I had only ever seen in movies, never in real life.

  And that erection he was sporting was proportional to the rest of him in every way. Smooth, thick, and wonderfully hard.

  He chuckled when I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. “Don’t worry, baby. My cock is all yours. But let’s get clean first.”

  My eyes connected with his when I broke out of my trance and I shot him a small smile. The old me would have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t going to apologize for appreciating my lover’s body. Gabe was all man and I could look all I wanted. He certainly wasn’t complaining.

  He took my hand and stepped into the bathtub first, his lower legs disappearing beneath the pool of bubbles. He eased himself down into the water and spread his legs, allowing enough room for me, and then pulled on my hand, signaling for me to follow.

  I sucked in a breath at the temperature of the water, though my body quickly adapted. The smell of cherry blossoms filled my nose as I slowly lowered myself into the bubbles and settled against Gabe’s chest, my butt nestling itself right between his legs. His fingers grazed my backside when he reached down to adjust himself so I wouldn’t crush him.

  Then everything went still.

  The sounds of the music, the soft lighting of the room, the steadiness of Gabe’s breathing behind me…everything was perfectly soothing and peaceful.

  I closed my eyes and rested my head back in the crook of Gabe’s neck and shoulder and soaked in the moment. I never knew something could feel so good. Never knew I could trust someone so easily after my past. Never knew I could feel so safe and loved in someone’s arms.

  Gabe grabbed the bottle of champagne and poured the golden liquid into both flutes, handing one to me which I gladly took. The drink was smooth as it went down my throat, a hint of fruit leaving a pleasant aftertaste. No doubt with his money, Gabe had probably spent a pretty penny on the bottle, not that it bothered me in that moment.

  I had my eyes closed again whenever I felt something warm touch my mouth. I parted my lips without opening my eyes and immediately tasted chocolate. A smile graced my lips as I swallowed down the cherry but not before I took Gabe’s finger in my mouth before he could pull away and lightly sucked, reminding him of the bedroom minutes earlier.

  He seemed to understand, letting out a long sigh with a soft groan at the end. “You have no damn idea how good your mouth felt. We’ll be doing that again. But I’m going to be getting some time in with your pussy first.”

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p; Enough said. I wriggled around a little, attempting to position myself where he would have the best access, but his arm stopped me, pulling me back to him. “Not yet,” he murmured into my hair. “Let’s just lay here and enjoy this right now.”

  That was also fine with me.

  He grabbed a washcloth and some soap and the next thing I knew, Gabe was running the material all over my body, gently caressing every inch, every crevice. I just laid back and luxuriated in the feel of him taking care of me, loving me. I could tell he was trying to avoid the area between my legs as much as possible because he and I both knew that once we went there, bath time would be over.

  When he reached my neck, I leaned back to give him better access and I could feel him staring down at me. Hazel eyes seared into me when I opened mine and I lost myself in them. It was an intense, heady moment as we stared at each other, need building within us, so many words left unspoken. His voice finally broke the connection, making me grateful because I wasn’t sure if it was too soon to start those serious conversations I knew we were eventually going to have.

  “You know,” he began softly, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without makeup. Not that you wear a ton of it or anything, but you don’t even need it. You’ve got the softest, smoothest skin I’ve ever seen.” His fingers punctuated his words as they ran down my cheek, across my jawline, and tracing the shape of my lips.

  I smiled. “I actually do need it because I look like a twelve-year-old without it.”

  Laughter danced in his eyes. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

  “No, really,” I said. “One time, Bea and I were flyin’ down to Alabama to go visit our parents and we were sittin’ on the plane, waitin’ for it to take off when one of the flight attendants comes to our row. I was in casual clothes, didn’t have any makeup on, and had my hair up. We were goin’ to visit our parents so I didn’t care how I looked. Well, the flight attendant looks down our row, stops at me and says, ‘Miss, you need to be at least fifteen to sit in the emergency exit row.’”