Colt put his lips close to her right ear, taking in the floral scent on her throat.
“I couldn’t help myself. I’ve tried to fight it since the minute I saw you again, but I’m not that strong of a man. When I see something I want I go for it.”
Whitney leaned back some more until his nose was buried in her hair, even that smelled intoxicating.
“And I’m glad you’re that type of man because I’m not the type of woman who makes a first move.”
She turned around and before he knew it she was in his arms. He was holding her, looking into those beautiful blue eyes of hers. And yes, he had the mother of all erections.
“At least I know you don’t need those little blue pills.”
At first he wondered what she was talking about, but then he figured it out.
“Would it sound like I’m bragging if I said I don’t have any trouble in that department.”
She smiled and he couldn’t stand it anymore. He kissed her. Not the getting to know you sort, but the mouth open and tongues exploring, kind.
They pulled away.
“I wanted to suggest we go on a few dates to see if it developed into anything physical and emotional but now this…”
She put her finger on his lips. “It’s okay,” she said.
This time Whitney initiated the kiss. He ran his fingers through her hair, the movement causing her perfume to drift his way. No way could he stop himself now.
Chapter Five
It had been inevitable from the beginning. When two people were attracted to one another, they’d give in to their urges and desires and not be able to keep their hands off one another. As was the case right now.
“If this was going to happen, I wanted it to take place in my bedroom or yours,” Colt whispered in her ear as he unzipped her dress.
“Me as well, but I don’t think we’ll make it to either place.”
He separated the material and peeled it off her shoulders.
“Okay, but no ripping one another’s clothes off.”
“How did you know that’s what I wanted to do to you?” she asked with a teasing lilt to her voice.
He smiled. She smiled.
Colt let go of the dress and it gathered around her ankles. This morning it had been hot when she’d gotten out of the shower, so she’d opted not to wear panty hose. The only thing that now stood between her and Colt was her bra and panties.
He ran his hand over her breasts at the point where they spilled over the top of her bra. His touch was light and gentle, causing a tingling feeling all the way down into her toes. Colt leaned over and kissed the exact same spots he’d touched mere seconds ago. Whitney closed her eyes.
Was this all in her imagination?
She drew in her breath when Colt’s lips passed over her bra. Smart guy that he was, he’d realized that it unclasped at the front and not the back, and with the finesse she’d also assumed he’d have as a lover, unfastened it in one easy flick of his fingers.
Cool air hit her skin as he peeled it away from her body and off her shoulders. He stood looking at her breasts, and she tried to read his mind. Were they what he expected?
He murmured something under his breath, and she was sure, or at least hoping she was right, that he’d said work of art. He fingered her nipples, like they were priceless and might break. Then he rolled them between his fingers and thumbs while kissing her, yet barely coming in contact with her lips.
She closed her eyes again, wanting to enjoy the double sensation. He pulled away and she looked at him. His hands covered both her breasts and he massaged them as she tilted her head back and creamed. When he took her panties off he’d know how he turned her on.
Colt ran his index finger down the center of her belly while not taking his eyes off her face. It tickled. She almost giggled when he circled her belly button.
“I might have to go back on my word about not ripping one another’s clothes,” he said.
“Can I sue you for that?”
She smiled at him and he brought her in close to his body and slapped her bottom, which she liked far more than she could have ever imagined. His cock was hard, harder than she’d known a guy twenty years his junior’s to be at this point of their lovemaking.
Colt slipped his hands down the back of her panties and eased them off her butt and thighs until they sat upon the tops of her feet. She kicked them away with her right foot and he stepped back.
“I thought the view outside my window was pretty spectacular, but I was wrong. This one beats it by far. Now where do I start?”
Anywhere you want.
Colt ran his finger from her navel down into her curls. He traced his finger along the top edge of them and then down through the middle, delving into the thickest part and scraping her clit in the process.
“I’m used to being in control so I hope you don’t mind me being the boss when we make love.”
She shook her head. It would make a change from some of the wimpy guys she’d been with whom she’d had to practically spell out what she liked and what to do.
“Open your legs for me.”
His voice sounded deeper and his words came out like a command and it upped the excitement a tad. She slid her left foot away from the right one and soon his fingers were gliding around in her folds.
“Someone is dripping wet. You like it when a guy orders you want to do?”
“I’ve not had anyone do it, so I don’t know if it’s the being bossy bit, or if it’s you.”
He grinned and ran his finger over her clit, letting it slowly play across the sensitive pearl of flesh. It was sheer torture, but the good kind. Colt circled it, engorging it more as he picked up speed and intensity. Even her scalp tingled as she felt an erotic heat building in her body. She moved her hips, but that had obviously been a no-no.
“I do the work. I say when you move. Believe me you’ll thank me.”
She didn’t move again, not even an inch as he circled it more, tapping it on every other pass of his finger. But she had to move, she had to come. She was on the brink, and damn, she wanted release.
Whitney held onto his arms, hoping that some unspoken message would get through to him that he had to take her over the edge or she’d go crazy. She murmured and as he put his lips on hers. She came big time. Billows of light flashing around her and her legs wobbling so much, Colt had to hold her.
“See I told you it was worth the wait.”
He lifted her up and placed her butt on the edge of his desk. She reached up to take off his tie, but he slapped her hand away.
“Unzip my fly first.”
Whitney didn’t question him but merely slid her hands down his body until they rested on the top of his pants. She bet these were made by some famous designer. She played her fingers up and down the zipper before tugging it as slowly as she could to tease him, like he’d teased her. She glanced down once they were open and saw that he wore boxers. His erect cock strained against them.
She thought about sliding her hand inside the slit but guessed she’d need to be invited first.
“May I touch your dick?”
“Shit, that sounds so sexy and naughty coming out of your mouth, but the answer is no.”
He pushed her legs apart and made a trail in her folds again. She wiggled.
“Hey, what have I told you?”
Before she could say she was sorry, he’d slipped his finger inside her pussy.
Damn, he had long ones. She’d never realized it before. He pumped her a few times and she so wanted to move. He leaned over and kissed her as another finger joined the first one.
This was a little too good to be true. He wiggled them, sending her into a sensory overload. She licked her lips. He pulled them out and then reached into his back pocket and produced his wallet, slipping out a condom that was hidden in its side compartment.
“Now you can take off my pants and boxers.”
Whitney reached over and grinned at him as she slid both ove
r his hips and down his legs until they sat on the tops of his feet. She was so tempted to touch his cock and to run her fingers around the top of his shaft, but didn’t dare until he’d given her permission. He tore open the package and eased out the condom before handing it to her.
“I’ll let you have the honor.”
She eased it onto the head of his dick, carefully rolling it out over his shaft. He was rock hard and ready.
At first she thought he would plunge inside her, but instead he held his cock and used its very tip to trace around her folds and then carefully ran it around the circumference of her pussy opening.
It couldn’t get any better than this, she was sure of it.
She held his shoulders, edging closer to him, wanting more, but she got a slap on the thigh.
“Patience is a virtue,” he whispered.
She held still, hoping that the payoff was as good as he said. Once or twice he plunged a little inside her but then withdrew, his dick getting harder and twitching more. Surely he couldn’t stand much more either.
And then with one big thrust he was inside her, pounding away so hard that he had to hold her to prevent her butt from slipping farther and farther away from him.
They moved together, him like a guy half his age as he groaned and grunted, her putting her legs around him, allowing him to go deeper and deeper on each push of his hips.
She was sure the room was spinning or maybe the desk was. Her climaxes usually came on without warning but this one was like a storm building, light winds blowing, drizzle falling, and then the thunder and lightning. She dug her nails into his shoulder, feeling his muscles push back. Then it hit her. Her thighs shook; her pussy clenched him like she never wanted him to leave. Even her toes curled upwards. No guy had done that to her before. She rested her lips against his shoulder as she felt him find release inside her.
They breathed in unison.
“I think I should take you home and make love to you in a bed.”
Chapter Six
Colt knew he should be preparing for his client’s day in court. It was less than eight hours away. Instead he and Whitney were propped up in bed, drinking wine and watching a movie they’d rented on the drive back to his place. It was important to him they went on a date before they had sex again, and this was the best thing they could come up with at this time of night.
His cock had been flaccid on his thigh while they’d snuggled down under the sheet, but then he’d thought back to them having sex in his office. Her thighs wide apart and her butt balancing on the edge of his desk allowing him a view of the pink folds and the glossy entrance to her pussy with a bead of her cum clinging to it where he’d brought her to the edge of ecstasy. Thinking about it, seeing it again in his mind, had made him hard, uncomfortable almost, and he needed to find release.
He kissed the top of her head and took in the fresh scent of her hair. He fingered one of the curls that hung close to her bare breast. She looked up, and he took the opportunity to kiss her.
As if she sensed he was getting aroused again, she reached under the sheet and put her hand around his cock. He hadn’t given her permission, but this time he’d let her take control. Whitney moved her fingers up and down, making him draw in his breath. Even her hands worked magic on him.
She paid special attention to the underside of his shaft. How did she know that was the area he liked a woman to focus on? Maybe her other boyfriends, shit, even his own son, had taught her what guys liked.
Jealousy washed over him, but he knew it was stupid. He hadn’t expected her to be a virgin.
Her touch was bringing him close to coming, and he didn’t what to do that just yet. He pushed her hand away, hoping he hadn’t offended her. He leaned over and used his body to encourage her to lie flat on her back. Colt pushed a few strands of hair away from her eyes.
“You didn’t like it or what?” she asked.
“Nope, the opposite, but I want to be buried deep inside you when I come again.”
He reached under the sheet and pushed his fingers through her curls and into her folds. She was wet and hot, and he eased his finger inside her just to make sure she was ready for him. He kissed her on the very tip of her nose and pulled his finger out. He reached over to his nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and dug out a condom. He lay on his back, handed it to her and pulled the sheet away to reveal his cock. He’d loved the way she’d sheathed him at his office, her fingers running up his dick, scraping his balls as she did so.
“You get all your ladies to do this for you?” She tore open the package and placed it on the tip of his cock.
“No, but you seem to have a knack for it.”
“Really? Well you’re actually the first guy who’s asked me to do it.”
That sort of made him feel good.
When the condom was secure, he flipped her on to her back and nudged her legs apart with his knee. He slipped inside her and closed his eyes. Sex was sex, but making love to Whitney seemed special and different. He thrust deep and hard. She put her legs around his hips and resting her ankles on his butt. The movement sent his dick slipping farther inside her where it was tighter, which had him harder, if that was at all possible. She lifted her butt off the bed to meet his thrusts. He could tell by the grab her pussy had on his dick that she was in the beginning stages of enjoying an orgasm.
She put his fingers into her mouth and sucked. Shit, if that wasn’t sexy and a turn on, nothing was.
He moved deeper, harder, hearing her almost whimpering and telling him she wanted more.
He’d do his best.
He thrust more, seeing his perspiration drip from his face onto her chest, and then her pussy almost crushed his dick. She cried out and her legs jerked around him.
Two more thrusts and he found his own release, his climax traveling into his balls and down his legs.
“For an old guy, you sure know how to please a girl.”
She burst out laughing.
“Hey, you’re heading for a good spanking.”
They both burst out laughing, something had hadn’t done so hard since…well, he couldn’t remember when
Chapter Seven
She wouldn’t be seeing him for three days. Whitney was taking that information into her head and hadn’t heard his suggestion.
“So you want to or not?”
He must have seen the blank look on her face.
“You’ve not been listening to a word I’ve said, have you?”
She had up to the point where he told her he had to travel to Billings for a deposition and wouldn’t be back until the weekend.
“I wanted to know if you’d like to look after the house while I’m gone. Use the pool, get tucked into some juicy law books, and keep your eye on things for me. And it will the perfect time for you to think about law school or if teaching still holds a place in your heart.”
“Are you sure?”
He slipped on his cowboy boots. “I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t mean it.”
He slid the key toward her. “My flight’s in two hours, so I have to head out soon. You can stay in the office as long as you want, and there’s plenty of food in the freezer.”
She wanted to say she’d miss him, but maybe that would be premature. She didn’t want him to get scared and run.
Colt beckoned to her with a curl of his index finger. He pulled her in close and kissed her. He pulled away and gave her a slap on her butt. “Be a good girl while I’m gone.”
****
Whitney knew she could get used to this sort of thing. She’d floated on the lounger in the pool while sipping a beer she’d pulled out of Colt’s fridge. She’d sunbathed, topless. Colt was lucky enough not to have any neighbors close by. And as she stepped into Colt’s huge shower that could fit at least three people, she thought about what she was going to eat for dinner.
It wasn’t the only thing she had on her mind. She missed him and she knew that was stupid. He’d only been back in her life for two week
s and she was getting ahead of herself. He was an older carefree bachelor who’d been burned in a bad marriage.
She turned on the shower and let the water massage her back. At first she’d thought a casual fling, great sex would be all she’d want, but spending him time with him had been just as thrilling.
She shut off the shower, frustrated at her thoughts and how stupid she could be at times. What if she decided to go back to Chicago? They’d be miles apart. She got out of the shower stall and wrapped a towel around her body, securing it by tucking it into her cleavage. She was about to comb her hair when her cell phone rang. She’d programmed it to answer with photos and one of Colt flashed across the screen. She’d taken it two days ago while he’d been outside wearing his cowboy hat and a denim shirt.
The miss you factor shot up a quota or two.
“Hi, Colt.”
“You being good?”
“Sure, I’ve only broken a few things and I drank all your beer.”
“The broken stuff I can deal with but the beer…”
They both burst out laughing.
“I went for a swim, sunbathed, and just got out of the shower.”
“Geez, you’ve given me a hard on just imaging you in my shower.”
She dropped the towel and took a photo of herself and sent it to him.
“Hold on. I have a message coming in and it might be about the case I’m working on,” said Colt.
She almost laughed but held it in so she didn’t give the game away.
“Hey, that’s not playing fair. Sending me an erotic shot like that when I can’t act upon it. Now I’ll need to jerk off before I head down to dinner, which I should have done ten minutes ago.”
“Looks like you’ll have to pleasure yourself when you come back.”
“Just wait till I get my hands on you.”
He made the sound of a kiss being blown and was gone.
Whitney smiled and walked past Colt’s closet. She opened the door back and pulled out one of his shirts. She turned it around and put her nose to the material and inhaled. She was getting closer to making a decision.
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