Intimate Stranger

by Jan Springer

  Turning, she aimed the handheld showerhead at his swollen erection and laughed at the way he gasped and then reached for her wrists.

  “Shit, woman. Easy on the family jewels.”

  “Tender are we?” Emily giggled as she tried to fight his overwhelming strength. But he won out, grabbing the showerhead from her grip and adjusting the jet to a gentle level before aiming it as his large sac.

  “You would be too if you’ve had a hard-on for the boss since first laying eyes on her.”

  The hot gleam in his eyes erotically stroked her nerve endings, the deep baritone sound of his voice made her shiver with delight and his words made her fight for control. But she lost the fight, feeling like a starstruck gushy teenager again.

  “Since you met me?” Happiness melted through her. Chance was attracted to her? Seriously?

  He nodded and lifted the showerhead to aim between her legs. She danced and squirmed at the splashing water hitting her pussy.

  “The instant I saw you, Emily,” he reassured with a crooked grin that had her heart racing.

  Suddenly he came closer. Excitement flared. Reaching up, she curled her hands against the back of his head, bringing him closer. She could hear his ragged breathing and his lips touched hers in such a possessive manner she could feel nothing but the desperate throb of need exploding inside her.

  God, he knew how to kiss. Oh baby, he kissed so good.

  In a split second his mouth dominated her. His sensual lips melted over hers in such and exotic way she fought to get air into her lungs.

  “I love you.”

  His words were such a low whisper amidst the snapping sound of rain at the bathroom window, the thrumming of water erupting from the shower jets and the crackle of the thunder, Emily wasn’t sure if she’d wished he’d said those magical words or if he’d actually truly said them.

  When his lips covered hers again, his tongue pushing into her mouth, her thoughts vanished and need overtook her. The showerhead came up against her pussy and she found herself moaning and her body arching, wanting him.

  She was about to reach down, to palm his heavy length in her hands and bring his thick flesh inside her when the showerhead fell away. She moaned in disappointment, her body flushing with heat as he palmed her breasts, plucking her nipples, igniting the burn of pleasure-pain she loved so much.

  Still kissing her, Chance’s lips ground against hers in such a savage erotic way he had her truly intoxicated and she could barely breathe through the fire of arousal as he drove his thick cock into her. Dropping her hands from the back of his head, she clutched at his strong shoulders, her fingers curling over the muscles and her fingernails digging into his flesh. She twisted against him, urging him to start thrusting.

  He didn’t.

  Instead he prolonged her anticipation and stopped kissing her.

  Their eyes met and she gasped at his flushed face and at the exotic way his pupils dilated as he looked at her.

  God, the sensual way he gazed at her was so intense she almost allowed herself to come.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” he whispered. His breaths were ragged as he spoke. Confusion zipped through her at his words as she hadn’t heard similar words spoken to her since before her late husband died. But deep inside the confusion her heart sang and raced with a happiness she’d feared long dead.

  “I’ve fallen hard for you, Emily. Hard and fast.”

  He continued to tweak and pinch her nipples, and he nuzzled his lips against her ear, biting her earlobe sharply, creating the sweetest bite of pain there.

  “I’ve wanted you too, Chance. Needed you,” she confessed.

  She felt his lips twist in what she assumed was a grin and felt all bubbly with giddiness to think there might be second chance at happiness for her.

  He released her breasts, gripped her hips, withdrew and thrust into her again.

  Oh God! She almost came apart but held herself tight.

  Gritting her teeth, she moaned and gasped as he came into her again. And again. Pressure built inside her as he moved harder against her, stroked into her until she couldn’t hold back the needs any longer.

  Intense pleasure seared through her as she suddenly felt as if she were coming home again. With welcome, she cried out her release and he quickly captured her cries with his mouth.

  The pleasure overtook her and beautiful spasms zipped through her over and over again until she knew in her heart that sexually she would never be the same again.

  * * * * *

  Chance breathed roughly as lust raced through his body. He caught Emily’s aroused cries in his mouth and breathed them in as if they were a life force for him. She was exploding. Her body had been tight with arousal moments earlier and was now freefalling into the pleasure he’d created.

  It did his heart good to know she still enjoyed sex with him. Last night, God, had it only been last night? It had been fast. Tonight he would make it last.

  Holding back his own release, which tortured the heck out of him, he continued to thrust until she exploded a second time. And then a third.

  Until they were both perspiring in the warmth of the bathroom and she began calling out his name between his kisses. Until she begged him to join her.

  And that’s when he did.

  He allowed himself to go free. Let himself spiral.

  Plunging into her, he shuddered from the desire. Pleasure whirled through him like the storm outside, splintering his mind and shocking his body so much he thought he just might die from it.

  When he came down from the intense climax, he felt dazed. Satiated and feeling so weak, he wasn’t sure he could lift his legs to step out of the tub. But he did. And he swept Emily up into his arms.

  She whimpered as he did, her warm curves melting into him like exquisite honey. She nudged her face into his shoulder and he noticed her brown eyes were closing. She looked just as weak as he felt from the intensity of the lovemaking.

  Yes, lovemaking, not just sex, he thought as flicked off the light and carried her into her dark bedroom. He smiled. Correct that. Their bedroom.

  Holding her with one arm, he quickly pulled back the blankets and sheets and lay her down. He didn’t cover her. In the increasing flashes of silver lightning spilling into the room, he couldn’t get enough of gazing upon her perfectness while making himself believe she truly was here. He realized he’d been doing that often since getting here. Making sure she really was here.

  Reaching out, he fingered a wet strand of her hair. That’s when her eyes opened and she reached out, her sweet, warm fingers wrapping around his wrist like a love cuff.

  “Come to bed with me,” she whispered with pleading eyes.

  He swallowed at the intensity of the desire flashing across her face for him. She wanted more sex when she woke up. He could tell in the way she looked at him. All sleepy-eyed and happy.

  If he climbed into bed with her, it would be just like old times. As if there had been no incarceration. No prison. No dead husband.

  He noticed the chill in the air and grabbed the sheets and blankets, bringing them up over her and tucked them under her chin.

  “Get in,” she pleaded, and beneath the covers she moved over to her side of the bed.

  Jesus. He’d forgotten she preferred the other side of the bed. How had he forgotten something like that?

  What else had he forgotten? What else would he remember if he climbed into bed with her and stayed there?

  “The generator needs to be checked.”

  Lame excuse. The generator was huge. It had enough fuel in it to take them to the morning without a problem.

  “Don’t worry about it. Leave the other lights on. It’ll remind the storm that we’re here.”

  Okay, she was getting groggy with a comment like that. It had been a hell of a day.

  All morning doing heavy labor with the seaweed. The afternoon filled with tension regarding the drug plant and losing Sweet Lies. And then the fiery, inten
se sex that had followed.

  It was as if she were thinking just what he was thinking and she smiled that beautiful smile that popped out those cute dimples in her cheeks. Suddenly his mind was made up. Tossing the blankets aside he climbed in and inhaled sharply at how quickly she burrowed against him. Grabbing his wrist, she stretching his arm out and beneath her head, used his arm like a pillow, just like in the old days. That was something else he’d forgotten.

  He stiffened as she suddenly wrapped her hand around his shaft.

  “Is it okay if I hold you like this?” she murmured, and squeezed his cock ever so gently, making his breath catch in his lungs.

  Lightning flashed at the windows and he noticed her eyes were sparkling. Was she crying? Or remembering that it had been like this with Steve? Holding his cock until she fell asleep. Or until he fell asleep.

  His heart clenched in remembrance.

  Wow, sleeping in his old bed was going to do a number on him, wasn’t it. Despite that, he nodded.

  Fuck, how nice it felt to have her hand wrapped around his cock again, her palm burning his shaft like a velvety brand. Beneath her touch he felt himself hardening again. He knew now that she was sexually satisfied she would just want to snuggle until they both fell asleep and pick up again in the middle of the night when one or the other awoke. Just like the old days.

  Oh man. It was going to be a long night.

  * * * * *

  Contentment and bliss sizzled through Emily and she snuggled closer to Chance, relishing the intoxicating way his body heat curled against her skin. Loving his powerful masculine scent as she laid her cheek against his muscular arm. She couldn’t get over how nice and hard yet also velvety his muscles felt beneath her face.

  He just seemed so perfect.

  Waiting for another flash of lightning, she peered at his chest and found herself wondering about those scars she’d seen there. They were questions she could ask another time. It wasn’t important now. Nothing was important except exploring their feelings for each other and getting out of here alive so she could avenge Steve’s death. Hopefully something on his laptop would lead her in the right direction.

  Reaching out, she laid her hand upon Chance’s heart, feeling the steady tapping of his heart beating against her fingertips, indicating he had finally fallen asleep. Truth was, she thought he never would fall asleep. She’d removed her hand from his cock, thinking that’s why he was still awake and it hadn’t been too long after that she sensed he’d fallen asleep.

  Yet she remained awake thinking about him.

  The sex between them was awesome. It was so intense she’d literally felt drained afterward. Her pussy throbbed in a way it hadn’t in years. Her breasts still felt swollen and her nipples were aching from his tweaking. The butt plug in her ass seemed foreign yet the pressure of it made her feel aroused and wanting more sex again.

  She really should be trying to fall asleep, recharge her batteries. Yet she couldn’t close her eyes.

  A strange fear hovered at the back of her mind. An eerie premonition that if she fell asleep Chance would be gone just like Steve, and she’d awaken with reality crashing in all around her once again.

  So she lay awake, her eyes wide, listening to his soft breathing as it intermingled with the sounds of rain peppering the windows, the cracking thunder and the powerful roar of the waves crashing against the cliffs.

  Eventually she turned into a more comfortable position and found herself relaxing as she stared at the rear wall and the area where her wedding portrait should be hanging. For some reason it wasn’t there.

  Oh yeah, now she remembered. When she’d put the laptop into the fireproof safe she’d forgotten to put the wedding portrait back up. Relief splashed through her at having forgotten. She would have felt very guilty to have known Steve’s green eyes had been watching her in their bed with another man.

  She wouldn’t put the picture back up. It was time to move on.

  Her eyelids drooped with heaviness and she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

  * * * * *

  Chance sighed with frustration as he sat at the kitchen table and stared at the laptop he’d stolen from Emily’s safe. The password into the safe had been the first number he’d tried. His birthday. Too easy. He’d have to warn her about using personal information for a password.

  With shaky fingers he slid the disc out of the computer’s drive and examined it carefully. It had been years since he’d held this disc in his hands. And this disc had destroyed their lives. What little information he’d read while downloading the contents and making a copy had literally blown him away.

  He should be reading the rest of it. Should be committing everything to memory.

  So? Why was he hesitating? Why wasn’t he inputting the passwords he’d created and read the rest of the information? Years ago, he hadn’t wanted to get involved. Had wanted nothing to interfere with their dream of living here and raising a family. But those dreams had been killed.

  Anger rushed through him in one solid blow and he realized exactly how much he had lost by not immediately handing this disc over to the agency he’d been working undercover for.

  Fuck! Instead of doing what would have freed him, he’d seen the explosive stories that could come out of this information and decided to let the newspaper he worked for have the scoop. That decision had cost him Emily, his life and so much more.

  From what little he’d read off the disc, it implicated Dr. Seth Martin, a world-renowned organ transplant specialist who researched anti-rejection drugs with less side-effects and the underground organ transplant organization he ran through his private hospitals. It named names, implicating top cops, officials, foster homes, adoption agencies, prisons and more.

  Impatiently he tapped the disc on the table and tried to ignore the wind slashing against the windows. The storm was still raging, but thankfully not as bad as before. Despite the storm, uneasiness slithered up his naked back. Once the weather got better, he was sure they would have company. He looked at the gun he’d brought down from where he kept it under the bed in his room. If someone came, he’d be ready.

  Oddly enough, after making love to Emily he’d slept a few hours without so much as stirring. It had been a deep, restful sleep and he’d woken to find her snuggled up against him. Her hot curves and sweet scent had intoxicated him. Aroused him to the point where he wanted to reach out for her. Wake her and make love to her again and again. Burying himself inside her sweet, hot pussy and give her the pleasure she’d been missing over the years. But she’d looked so peaceful he’d opted to let her sleep.

  Easing out of the bed, he’d tapped the password into the safe and removed the laptop.

  As he held the disc in his hand, the memory of when he’d handed a copy of this original to Skip sliced through his thoughts. He’d walked into Helena’s office and found Skip searching through Helena’s desk drawers…

  “Glad I caught you, buddy,” Steve said as he dumped his resignation onto Helena’s desk.

  Skip’s head snapped up and he cursed a round of blue words that had Steve laughing at the paleness seeping into his best friend and coworker Skip’s otherwise tanned face.

  “You better ease up on that coffee, Skip. It’s getting too easy to scare the shit out of you.”

  Skip shook his head, cursed some more and slid the drawer he’d been sniffing through closed. Coming around to sit on the edge of Helena’s desk, he threw Steve a shaky smile that had Steve wondering what was up with the guy. Usually he had nerves of steel. At the moment though, he didn’t want to ask questions. He just wanted to dump the disc and get back to Emily and their new island home.

  “Helena’s not here. Gone to lunch. I was trying to find a pen. You know me, always losing my pen,” Skip replied. His brown eyes darted over Steve’s shoulder toward the door. Obviously he needed to speak to Helena and was using the pen thing as an excuse.

  “You should get yourself a laptop, Skip. No need for pens,” Steve te
ased.

  “Pens are cheaper.” Skip chuckled. “So what kind of business you got with Helena? Trying to get another deadline extended? Hey! I’ve been hinting to her to team us together again so we can work on another war story overseas.”

  Steve swallowed at the hopeful look on his friend’s face. He didn’t want to drop this bombshell on him right here and now. He would have preferred to do it over lunch with the guy but maybe it would be best to tell him right now. That would cut down his time by a couple of hours and he could get back home sooner.

  Home. He really liked the sound of that.

  “Sorry, Skip. You were my next stop.”

  “By the tone of your voice I take it I’m not going to like what you’re going to say.”

  “I’ve quit.”

  Skip’s mouth dropped open in shock and guilt slammed into Steve. Yeah, he should have bought the guy lunch and done it then. He owed the guy so much. They’d saved each other’s asses many times during their assignments, and now Steve felt as if he were bailing on the guy. Could see that realization flash across Skip’s face as well.

  “But why? I thought you loved investigative work? Is it the money? ’Cause if it’s money, I can beg Helena to give you more. She’ll understand with you being newly married. You’re going to want wee ones in the future. I know how much Emily wants kids.”

  “Nothing to do with money, Skip. I just don’t want to be away from my wife anymore.”

  Skip frowned and then nodded his head.

  “Well, I guess that makes sense. I knew this was going to happen when bachelorhood abandoned you.”

  “You’ll feel the same way when the right woman comes along.”

  “I think not!” Skip threw Steve a horrified look. “I’m not a one-woman man. Never have been. Never will be. You bloody well know that, my man.”

  “Never say never, buddy. I said the exact same thing not too long ago and look what happened to me.”

  Skip’s eyes widened at the realization of the truthfulness in his words.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I’d better watch out. So, what kind of work are you going to do? Maybe Helena can get you a desk job? We can still hang out.”