What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG)

by CJ Roberts

  “I really wish you would.” Casey gave a little squeak as he did just that. Her body dissolved into the mattress beneath his virile length. Her lips moved from his mouth, to kiss a trail down his jaw, her teeth nipped at his earlobe.

  His mouth brought the nipples of her breasts to hard little peaks, his tongue and teeth licking and teasing her skin until she felt on fire, making her writhe in sensuous torment. She loved how he suckled her nipples and held his head close against her breasts, shivering against the liquid heat that snaked through her core.

  Her hands roamed down his flat stomach, her fingers teasingly circled his navel, then moved down to the tough muscles of his buttocks. She wiggled her hand between their bodies and heard him groan when her fingers closed around his rigid shaft and began to stroke him.

  His tongue and fingers explored all her erotic nooks and crannies. Tasting and touching and kissing every inch of her. His hand sculpted her silken legs, and parted her thighs. His long thick finger gently invaded the moist center of her desire.

  Casey shuddered against the pulsating sensations that racked her body. When a second finger joined it, she felt herself clench around his hand that cupped her sex. She didn’t try to deny any of the sensations her body was enjoying. Wave after wave washed over her, millions of electrical impulses licked her every nerve. She climaxed again and again until she thought she would faint.

  “You are so tight and wet and highly responsive, Miss Reynolds.” He breathed, his voice hoarse with desire.

  She blinked him into focus, then she shuddered against him again. “Only with you, Mr. Craig. I…I think you’ve found my G-spot.”

  “Hmmm…let’s see if we can do it one better.” Suddenly Travis crouched over her, filling her eyes with his face. He lifted her hips, pushing her legs apart, then slowly eased into her. When he heard her sharp intake, he stopped, and whispered against her mouth. “Relax, I won’t hurt you.” Just the tip of him entered, then ever so slowly an inch more, then more, until he couldn’t hold back any longer and plunged deep. His mouth swallowed both their gasps. He held her tight for a long moment, his body filling her.

  She enjoyed the sensation of being totally absorbed, overwhelmed by how wonderful he felt. She felt him move inside her. The strokes were at first delicate, but quickly grew more and more powerful. He knew when to be gentle and when to be rough. She had no control over her muscles. They clenched and pulsed and milked him. Vibrating around him, she was a tempest of primitive, rhythmic movements that transcended reality. Her fingernails dug into the heated strength of his shoulders, her body shaking in an explosive climax that shattered her soul.

  His hands slid beneath her hips, pulling her tighter against him. He thrust harder and faster until he erupted deep inside of her. Trembling and shaking, he collapsed on top of her. Travis rolled over and took Casey with him, their bodies still fused tightly together.

  They were both breathless and holding on to each other, each still a part of the other. Travis kissed her nose, his eyes worshiped every feature of her face. “You are everything any man could ever want.” His hands cupped her buttocks, keeping her tight against him.

  Casey burrowed her face in the curve of his neck, luxuriating in the warmth of his skin. She kissed his shoulder, her tongue wiping the sweat off his heated flesh. “Well, I guess you were right.” Her lashes fluttered provocatively. “It is me but only with you.”

  “Damn straight.” He growled in her ear, his teeth leaving a quick love bit against her neck.

  “Travis…” she felt him growing hard inside her.

  He grinned, his arms iron bands that imprisoned her. “Every now and again a guy likes to pitch a double header.” A sultry breeze blowing in from the open patio doors caressed their heated bodies that once again ignited in erotic passion.

  “You snore.”

  She stirred against fingers that were caressing her jaw and shoulders, and the husky voice that spoke into her ear. “You steal all the covers.” Casey shivered and then found herself wrapped in warm, strong arms. “I’m sorry about the snoring. The doctor said I have extra-large adenoids.” She gave a squeak as his hands cupped her breasts. “Travis, those are not adenoids.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Hmmm…” She watched his fingers draw swirling patterns around the nipples, before teasing the responsive nubs alert. “What time is it?” Casey yawned and leaned back against him, feeling his hard body spoon around hers.

  “Four thirty.”

  “It’s still dark.” She shivered again, more from his teasing hands than the cool air swirling down from the ceiling fan. “Where are all the covers?”

  “I think the blanket is outside on the chaise and the sheet maybe in the living room on the sofa. We’ve been all over this villa.” He kissed the back of her neck. “I’m glad both neighbors are gone.”

  “Hey, you were the one howling.”

  “You were the one making me howl.” His right hand slide down her torso, his fingers teasing the dark triangle of curls between her legs. “I can always play electric blanket.”

  Her thighs parted slightly, letting his palm cup her sex so his finger could slide intimately inside. “I see you are very adept at multi-tasking.” She watched the fingers on his left hand twirled and lightly pinched her nipple as she felt his fingers tweak against her still swollen clit.

  It was sweet torture.

  There was no way she could ignore the heat that snaked her belly or the spasms that rocked her and pulsed against his fingers. She allowed herself a few more orgasms before disconnecting his hand. Casey twisted around, pushing Travis back against the mattress. “You aren’t going to let me sleep at all, are you?”

  His half-hooded, sherry eyes narrowed in wicked amusement. “That depends.”

  “On what?”

  “How good you multi-task.”

  She kissed him deep, her tongue teased his lips apart and played with his. Then she moved on to terrorize his earlobes, nip a love-bite against his neck, while her fingertips found and rubbed his hard nipples that were buried in the dark curls on his chest. She ventured lower, her tongue circling his navel, while her hand found his hard, throbbing cock. “I see you have an extra-large ’noid as well.”

  “Totally your doing.”

  “As I recall, Yolanda had a similar problem with her Friday knight, that’s with a k.”

  “I thought you said you only read as far as Thursday.”

  “I lied.” Her fingers stroked his long erection, up and down the vein that bulged then in tormenting circles from base to the tip. At his sharp intake of breath, she continued to explore, gently cupping his testicles. She moved lower, her hair fanning across his clenched stomach muscles, so her tongue could replace her fingers.

  She inhaled the clean musky male smell of him. Her moist tongue swirled around the velvet tip, then kept swirling lower as her mouth moved to cover him. She liked the way he tasted, satin over steel. She took her time, ignoring his moans and then took him as deep as she could.

  “You win.”

  She heard him groan the words, then suddenly felt him grab her shoulders and pull her up and backward on the bed. He took her hard, fast and deep. Her silken wetness sheathed his throbbing member until he erupted in a violent climax that matched hers.

  When Casey opened her eyes, she found the bedroom filled with sunlight and Travis lying on his side, watching her. “What time is it?”

  “A little past noon.”

  She yawned and stretched like a sleek feline. She felt strangely hollow but pleasantly content. “Woke just in time for the siesta.” Casey turned on her stomach, lashes fluttering closed, and burrowed into the pillow.

  “Oh, no, you don’t.” Travis growled and pulled the pillow from under her head. “I’ve got a great idea.” His warm breath tickled the inside of her ear.

  “I think we’ve exhausted all your great ideas.” She wriggled deeper into the soft confines of the mattress and tried to ignore the tingling sens
ations he was creating.

  His skilled hands leisurely stroked the tendons of her neck and massaged her shoulders, then moved tantalizingly down the smooth skin of her back. “Let’s pack a few things and finished the week at the apartment in Acapulco.” One blunt forefinger teased the dimpled indentation in her right buttock.

  “Why? We have the same ocean and our own very private and secluded beach right here.”

  He kissed the dimple in her curving buttock, then rolled her over. He brushed the hair from her face and gently kissed her closed eyelids. His own gaze feasted on her curvaceous form. “We can take our time and tour the city, there’s a couple of great museum’s I want to see, and aren’t you curious about the Castillo’s apartment?” His fingertip lightly ran down the center of her throat to the hollow between her full breast, then circled each, watching the rosy peaks harden.

  “We can go dancing every night and take one of the harbor boat cruises.” His voice was low and persuasive, his caresses even more so. “We can go horseback riding and para-sailing on the beach.” His tongue teased her erect nipples.

  Casey’s eyelids slammed open. “Para-sailing?” She pushed his head away, sat up and stared at him. “You mean up in the air with the wind and a crash helmet?”

  “Yup.” Travis grinned at her. “I guess I neglected to tell you that I’m a licensed pilot and have had parachute training.”

  “You certainly did.” She nodded matter-of-factly. “But para-sailing does not offer you the protection of either a plane or a real parachute.” Casey slid free of the tangled sheets. “I’ll end up carrying you home in a plastic bag!”

  They argued about it while under the shower and over breakfast. They argued while they dressed and packed. They argued during the forty-mile drive to Acapulco. Casey was still arguing while Travis was being buckled into the harness of the rainbow-hued sail.

  She switched to praying as she watched him soar two hundred feet over the dazzling blue water, suspended by air currents for all of five minutes, before coming down and bobbing, courtesy of a life belt, until the speedboat reached him. When Travis returned to the safety of the golden beach, Casey simultaneously laughed and cried into his grinning face. She clung to his wet body and checked to make sure all his parts were in perfect condition.

  “This place is sinfully delicious,” Casey groaned in a voice heavy with smug satisfaction.

  She happily splashed in the whirlpool tub that was built for four, the jets turning the bath water into a frothy, bubbling confection. “You can do laps in here.”

  “And you are becoming enchantingly spoiled.” Travis grinned at her reflection in the vanity mirror. “Do you think you’d like a life filled with this type of continuous luxury?” His tone was serious, as he rinsed his razor in the marble sink.

  Casey pondered the question with unusual intensity. The Castillo’s penthouse condo was a step from reality into fantasy. The greenhouse-like entrance foyer with angled sky lights and tall yucca plants lay the foundation for the breathtaking interior design and décor beyond the carved hallway doors.

  The sunken living room held a plush cream conversation pit, wet bar, and fireplace. The adjoining dining room glistened with a beveled glass table and Chinese wall murals. The most modern conveniences outfitted the pristine white kitchen. Casey discovered more appliances there than in most stores. The bedrooms revealed two completely different worlds. One very lush and ornate – its canopied bed with diaphanous draperies tumbling from the ceiling-high posts gave the sensuous feeling of being in a sultan’s harem. The other was totally modern. It’s vibrating, heated waterbed continuously reflected with erotic intensity in the full wall and ceiling mirrors.

  The penthouse provided a private roof garden with an outdoor kitchen and secluded tanning deck. Then there was the fabulous master bathroom complete with tropical plant atrium, sauna, heat lamps, separate shower, the massive sunken tub and luxurious marble appointments.

  “I am very partial to this bathroom,” Casey finally admitted. “The rest is like…like extra icing on an already too sweet cake.” She laughed self-consciously and wrinkled her nose. “I’m still terribly bourgeois at heart.” She watched the smooth slide of Travis’s razor over his lathered cheeks. His dark hair, still wet from his shower, had formed thick, sculpted curls around his head. He was naked except for a loosely draped towel around his hips. The total effect made her think of a Greek statue. “What about you, Travis? Have you succumbed to the palatial delights.”

  He wiped the excess shaving cream from his faced and walked over to the tub. “I admit to being very partial to both those bedrooms.” He grinned, raising his eyebrows expressively. “But I, too, am a peasant at heart, and I think the spell of this place has more to do with my beautiful companion than the borrowed affluence.” Travis looked down at Casey and smiled. His gaze took in the riotously curling topknot of brown hair and her steam-flushed face and shoulders. “Where did you purloin all the bubbles?”

  “I know, they keep multiplying.” She giggled, picking up a handful of soapy froth, and blowing it at him. “These are courtesy of the dish detergent. It promises to make me so clean you can see yourself.”

  He released the towel around his waist and stepped into the tub. “Now that’s an invitation if I’ve ever heard one!”

  Casey floated to meet him, a bar of soap in her dripping hands and a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She spread the creamy lather over the broad expanse of his chest, luxuriating in the powerful strength of his body that relaxed under her languorous ministering’s.

  Slowly she massaged his neck and shoulders, then let her damp fingers caress his smoothly shaven jaw. “I love you.” She gazed warmly into his darkened eyes. Her teeth lightly nipped the lobe of his ear, her tongue flicking inside.

  Travis could feel an inner fire build. He let his hands glide over the rounded contours of her hips. His fingers drew intricate patterns on her flat, satiny stomach, then slithered up her torso to caress the ripe, full breasts that tantalized him. Her skin felt like silk – glossy and sleek to the touch.

  He enfolded her tightly in his arms, bringing her in closer contact with his lean frame. “I love you more.” His mouth played with her lips, kissing and nibbling their sweetness.

  The warm tide of the frothing bath water that flushed her face, echoed the flash of heat between her legs. She could remember no other time in her life when she felt more alive and more womanly. With a little sigh, she abandoned her bathing task and locked her soapy arms around Travis’s waist. She felt the hardening intrusion of his male body and eagerly let her pliant female form absorb his bold thrust.

  9

  Casey yawned and blinked her sleepy green eyes into focus. She surveyed Travis’s fully clothed figure with interest. He was wearing gray trousers and a pale blue dress shirt rather than his usual shorts and T-shirts. “Isn’t that outfit rather formal for breakfast?” Her toes wriggling against the cool kitchen tiles.

  “I’m going into Acapulco for the day.” He dropped two more slices of bread into the toaster.

  “Three weeks away from the bright lights and excitement of the city and already you miss it.” She looked up from pouring coffee and gave an exaggerated sigh. “Am I so boring?”

  Travis laughed, plucked the half-filled mug from her hand, and pulled her tight against him. “You could never be a bore.” He tilted her chin up, surveyed her sleep-flushed face, then placed a hard deep kiss on her half-parted lips. He let his hands roam over body, enjoying the roundness of her breasts and the graceful curve of her hips beneath the thin cotton nightshirt.

  “So why are we going back to the city?” Casey slid her arms around his neck.

  “We aren’t. Just me.” At her pout, he groaned self-consciously and kissed the tip of her nose. “Don’t look like that. I have some things I need to do.”

  “Are you going to connect your smart phone up to the Wi-Fi in the apartment and check emails?”

  “Probably. Do you w
ant me to send a note to Matt or –”

  “No. I like pretending to be alone on earth, just with you. I don’t want to read headlines, or any stupid stories or hear Matt rave about the Marshall Group taking over. Mike is still out of reach in Greece. I know you must be anxious to see if anyone responded to your resumes.” She cocked her head at him. “So, why can’t I come along?”

  Travis sighed and leaned his forehead against hers. “This Sunday is Easter and I want to get you a present.”

  “Easter!” Casey’s eyes widened in surprise. “Already? Gosh, it’s early this year.” Her hands stroked the tendons of his neck. “But Travis, I don’t need a present. You’ve spent far too much on me already. Your severance package must be nearly drained, you really shouldn’t –”

  His mouth fiercely silenced her protest. “Listen,” his tone harsh, his hands pressing hard into the soft flesh of her upper arms. “I can damn well spend money on you if I want.”

  He shook his head and loosened his grip, a smile breaking across his granite hard features. “I thought I’d see if I couldn’t find the earrings that go with your birthday necklace.” His fingers tenderly caressed the gold serpentine chain that encircled her slender throat.

  Casey rubbed her cheek against his. The heady scent of his lime aftershave assailed her senses. She didn’t fight the warm tide of desire that invaded her body. “I miss you already.” She pressed herself intimately against his muscular frame. “When will you be home?”

  “If you keep doing that, I may never leave,” Travis cautioned with a wry grin that changed into an exaggerated leer. “I probably won’t be back until sunset. You can spend the day working on that last chapter you keep saying isn’t good enough for me to edit.”

  She averted her eyes from his intense stare. “I’m kind of stuck. Trying to think of one of those double, triple twist endings.”

  “Is that why you were tossing and turning all night?”

  She shrugged and slid free of his embrace. “That’s what you get for sleeping with a writer. Our minds are always busy being creative.”