by Candis Terry
And this time, she didn’t mind handing over the reins.
Unable and unwilling to stop herself, she fell headfirst into a haze of lust and the need to feel skin on skin. She splayed her fingers across his chest. She played through the short, fine dark hair that spread between his flat brown nipples and tapered down to a narrow trail that disappeared behind his leather belt.
He held her close enough to feel the pulsing heat from his erection, and it quickly became clear that between his pants and her underwear they were both wearing way too many clothes.
His hands roamed her naked back as he fed her kisses from his hot, moist mouth. He trailed those kisses down her neck and over the sensitive skin of her breasts, which pushed above the top of her bra. Her body tingled in places she’d forgotten could tingle as he palmed her breasts in his big, invigorating hands and brushed his thumbs across her hardened nipples.
“Sometimes . . .” He pulled down the cups of her bra and lifted her exposed breasts above the lace. “My imagination just doesn’t do beautiful things justice,” he murmured, then lowered his head, slowly licked his tongue across a pebbled peak, and drew it into his warm, wet mouth. He groaned his pleasure deep in his chest.
Fiona arched her back, leaned into him, and pressed her hand against the swollen ridge of his erection. She curled her fingers around his hard length as tight as the barrier of his pants would allow. When he pushed against her hand, she got a better sense of his size and power.
It stole her breath.
“Oh . . . God.” She dropped her head back as he gently sucked one nipple, then the other. “Please, please, please tell me you have a condom. And please tell me you’ll put it on right now.”
“Give me a minute while I enjoy the taste of you on my tongue.”
“I’m . . .” He did something fancy with his tongue that made her see stars and sent an express-delivery message right down to the needy ache between her thighs. “Mike? I’m not going to make it a minute longer if you keep doing that.”
He lifted his head, cupped her face, and kissed her lips. “You come whenever you want. Don’t wait for me.”
“Forget that.” She grabbed his shirt in both hands, yanked it down his arms, and tossed it on the bed of the truck next to her dress. Then she skimmed her hands down his hard, rippled abs and landed at his belt buckle. She slid the leather belt from the silver ring. “We do this together. Get that condom.”
While she unzipped him, he opened his wallet and tossed the foil packet on the trunk of the classic T-bird Jesse and his father had long ago restored.
“Hey.” She twisted around to grab it as it flew through the air. But he had other ideas.
He pulled her to him, ground his erection against her, then lifted her up and onto the trunk of the T-bird. The high heels of her sandals caught in the bumper and gave her leverage. She probably looked like a total porn queen in the position that left her legs open and her breasts jutting out from her bra.
“Let’s do this, cupcake.” He gave her a playful grin as he leaned over her and dragged the tip of his nose up her throat. “Your way? Or my way?”
A slight hesitation tickled her brain.
She didn’t know what his way involved, but no way in hell would she back down now. “Your way.”
A deep, sexy chuckle rumbled in his magnificent chest. “As you wish.”
As she reached for the condom, he stopped her momentum by catching both her wrists. “Ah-ah-ah. Cupcakes are meant to be eaten slowly.” He let go of one wrist to trail his fingers down her sternum, between her breasts, and down her belly. In a blink, he’d pulled off her panties. He lowered his head and swept his tongue all the way down her stomach until it dipped in the cleft of home sweet home. “Savored, like a decadent dessert.”
She’d never been a screamer or even a loud moaner, but the things he was doing with that tongue on absolutely the most sensitive flesh she possessed, made her cry out like a wildcat in heat. The more noise she made, the more he licked, sucked, and tasted.
If he didn’t stop, she’d be reaching for the stars all by herself.
“Together, Mike.” She clutched at his shoulders, trying to drag him upward. “Please. I want you. I want you now.”
“As you wish.” As he kissed his way back up her body she grabbed the foil packet and tore it open.
“Pants. Off. Now,” she cried.
He pushed the charcoal pants and black boxer briefs down his slim hips and–oh God–he was so beautifully built it almost brought tears to her eyes.
“Come here, baby.” She sat up and crooked her finger. “Let me suit you up.”
His responding smile sent a quiver from her heart to her tingling girl parts. She wrapped her fingers around his erection. In her hands, it felt like a rod of steel with a smooth, silky cover. When she gave it a squeeze, he braced his hands on the car trunk, closed his eyes, and moaned.
“Hurry, cupcake. It’s time for my dessert.”
She wanted to drop to her knees and explore all that hard goodness, but she was even more eager to feel it inside of her. She rolled on the latex cover, then looked up at him and smiled. “Don’t let it get cold.”
“No chance of that.” His dark eyes gleamed in the faint light as he placed his hands beneath her bare bottom and slid her down to the edge of the trunk. “You’re hot . . .” He dipped his fingers in her cleft and moved them expertly over her highly sensitized clit. “And wet.”
She leaned back and closed her eyes, eager to feel him inside.
He teased her slick opening with the plump head of his cock. When he entered her with a slow, smooth stroke that filled her so completely and with so much sensation, she nearly came right then and there.
“You’re so beautiful. So sexy,” he murmured, then kissed her as he withdrew and plunged in again. “Way more than I could have ever imagined.” With steady strokes that alternated between slow and fast, hard and easy, he filled her with the most incredible pleasure.
The intense pressure increased. She dug her fingers into the warm, tight skin of his shoulders and into his powerful back as he thrust into her over and over. Faster and faster. Bringing them both closer and closer to release.
“Don’t hold back, baby.” Her words rushed out in a breathless whisper.
He braced himself, then slipped his hand between their bodies. “Together,” he said, his breath a hot whisper against her skin. And then his slick fingers touched her where their bodies were joined.
His powerful body crushed her into the turquoise steel beneath her back.
Harder, deeper, his long, thick penis stroked her inside while his deft fingers stroked her outside.
“Come for me, Fiona.”
His hoarse, sexy whisper shattered her, and she absolutely lost her mind. A hot flush swept over her skin as wave after wave of luscious vibrations rippled through her body, curled her toes, and made her cry out. His hips pumped harder, and a moment later, while her inner muscles pulsed and gripped him tight, he gave a final thrust.
“Sweet Jesus.” He threw his head back and let go a groan that seemed to surge all the way from his soul.
Embedded deep in her body, he leaned into her and wrapped his arms around her so tight she could feel his racing heart beat against her breast. They remained like that for several minutes, with him pulsating inside her body. Her stroking his short, soft hair. His ragged breath whispering across her shoulder. She tried to pull air into her lungs to stop the dizziness floating through her head.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I may never be okay again.” She chuckled, then sighed. “And I mean that in a good way.”
He rose to his forearms and looked down into her face. A smile curved his delicious mouth. “I like this together thing.”
“Me too.” She stroked his hair back from his face.
He leaned in, his kiss soft and sweet, just like every girl ever dreamed.
“Think we should get back to the party before we’re missed?�
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No. She wanted to stay just like this.
Forever.
“Sure.”
As soon as he withdrew, she missed the contact, the heat, the feeling of being . . . loved.
“I don’t suppose there’s a bathroom in here.”
She pointed to the far corner. “Can’t have a place where men gather to work on cars and drink beer without one.”
“I’ll be right back.”
The moment he walked away, Fiona closed her eyes and laughed.
After telling him she wanted to take things slow, she’d broken her own rule. All this time she thought she’d changed. But she hadn’t changed at all.
The truth of the matter?
A part of her would always be Naughty Fiona.
Hallelujah.
Chapter 19
Awkward could be the only way to describe the departure she and Mike made from the reception. Okay, maybe clumsy fit in there somewhere too. And embarrassing. And quick.
Driving toward her house, Fiona tried not to think about her undone appearance and the looks she’d been given from those at the wedding in deep celebration. Somehow combing your fingers through your disheveled hair, straightening the sash on your dress, and reapplying the lipstick that had been kissed off by a man who totally knew how to kiss, did not erase the time you’d spent in said man’s arms.
Apparently, satisfaction left a really telltale smile on your face.
The headlights of Mike’s SUV lit up the driveway as he parked behind her Kia. Interestingly enough, the man himself didn’t look nearly as rattled or mussed as she. It wasn’t fair that men could pee standing up and look great after sex.
A flutter danced through her heart.
She’d had a great time in that barn wrapped in his strong arms and with his amazing body. And when the sexy man approached her car door, she was really happy the night wasn’t over.
He held her hand as they walked to the door and went inside the house. Biscuit–currently doing the piddle wiggle–was more than eager to get out of her crate. “Let me take her outside,” she said. “Go ahead and make yourself at home.”
Fiona took the puppy out to the small backyard and waited while she sniffed every corner and every plant before deciding to squat right in the middle of the yard. When she was done, she gave a relieved-puppy grin, kicked her little back feet in the grass, and made a dash for the back door.
As she and Biscuit came into the kitchen, she saw that Mike had grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge.
He handed her one. “You sure you don’t want something stronger to wash that wary look from your eye.”
“Not wary.” She unscrewed the cap and took a drink. Then she shook her head. “Just appreciating the bumpy road I’ve traveled that’s led me here to you. That might be jumping the gun a little, but–”
“I think it’s a good place to start.” Gently, he took her by the hand and led her into the living room. While Biscuit played like a Tasmanian devil with her squeaky toy, they sat on the sofa. Mike leaned back and spread his arm behind her across the sofa, and she snuggled in.
“We all have many layers,” he said. “If we didn’t, we’d be boring as hell. If we didn’t go through the bad times, we’d never appreciate the good times. We’d never learn to grow up and become responsible adults.” He tilted her chin up to meet his serious gaze. “I think you’re a fascinating, sexy woman. A loving mother. A wonderful friend. And a brilliant businesswoman.”
He softly kissed her lips, and she couldn’t help but sigh.
“And you make a hell of a cupcake.”
The reference to what he’d called her when making love now went beyond batter and frosting and made her laugh.
“Trust me when I say I understand making bad decisions. I’ve been the king of bad decisions. But that’s all different now. I’ve got it figured out. And I’m really glad the bumpy road I’ve traveled has led me to you too.”
She looked up into eyes full of promise and something that possibly looked a little like love.
“Trust me, bela,” he said.
“I do.” She touched her fingers to his face and kissed him. “There’s just one little thing I need to ask.”
“What’s that?”
Without warning she pulled off her dress, crawled onto his lap, and wrapped herself around all the muscle that protected his wonderful heart. She ran her fingers through his silky hair, then tipped his head back and whispered against his strong, masculine lips. “How do you feel about Naughty Fiona popping in once in a while?”
His chuckle vibrated against her breasts. “She’s my kind of girl.”
He stopped laughing when she put pressure on his erection and rotated her hips.
“And I think . . .” She lowered her head and kissed the side of his neck, darting her tongue out just below his ear. A deep moan rumbled from his throat. “She’s been locked up way too long.”
His hands clasped her waist, and he tried to hold her still. But she had better ideas. She unbuttoned his shirt and continued to kiss her way across his hard pecs and down his rippled abdomen. When she reached his belt, she unbuckled it and slid it from the loops. The she slung it around her neck, clasped the ends with both hands, and gave him a suggestive grin.
“And I think . . .” She slid from his lap to the floor and unhooked the waistband of his pants. “She has very big plans for you tonight.”
He dropped his head back to the sofa with a moan of surrender.
For the first time in her life, Fiona knew that–naughty or nice–in the morning she would have no regrets on how she’d spent the night before.
Because for the first time in her life, Fiona knew she was deeply in love.
As Mike stood in Fiona’s shower, using his hands to rub peach-scented body wash over her supple skin, he knew that tonight they’d achieved more than great orgasms. They’d opened the door to a real relationship that would grow into what he believed—hoped—they both wanted.
A future together.
Yet at the moment, all he could really focus on was how her slick, wet skin felt beneath his touch and how she responded with a sexy moan as he turned her and placed her hands flat on the tiled shower wall. As he cupped his hands over her wet breasts and played with her erect nipples or dipped his fingers between her legs.
She was a sensuous woman. And what she called Naughty Fiona, he knew she was every man’s fantasy–a lady in the living room and a wanton in bed.
She’d been well worth the wait.
Warm water splashed over their bodies as he leaned in and pressed his cock against her backside, then filled his palms with her soft breasts. He kissed the delicate curve of her shoulder, the winged-heart tattoo at her nape. He kissed his way down her spine and felt her shudder beneath his touch. He continued his journey down the smooth, firm globes of her ass and the long length of her legs. And then he kissed, nipped, and licked his way up her body again.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her throat as he slipped his hand between her thighs. Found her aroused clit and stroked his fingers back and forth, side to side. “And I’m crazy about you.”
“Mike.” His name rushed past her lips in a low, keening moan, and she rocked her hips back to give him better access. “I need you. Inside me. Now.”
Heat pooled in his balls, and blood pulsated through his cock as she pressed her firm ass against him again. He continued to stroke her with his fingers. And when he found the perfect rhythm that made her breathing a little harsher and made her moan a little louder, he slid his cock deep into her slick, hot center.
A sob of pleasure ripped from her throat. Hands flattened against the tile, she arched her back and pushed against him. Her core muscles gripped him so tight, he thought his knees might buckle. They moved together like magic. Like the perfect notes that made an unforgettable song.
“Faster.” She moaned. “Oh, Mike. Harder.”
Just the sound of his name on her lips, the d
esperation of her pleas made him want to burst. To save himself, he grasped her hips and gave her what she wanted.
“Oh my God.” She gasped. “Oh my God. Oh my God.” Her body tensed with the climax that pulsed and contracted around his cock.
His hips pumped even faster. The sound of wet skin slapping together rose above the sound of pounding water. And then his jaw clenched as the orgasm shot through him. He groaned, shuddered, and somehow managed to catch her in his arms as her legs gave out. He filled his hands with her breasts as she leaned back and hooked her arm around his neck. Her back to his chest, they kissed. And he smiled against her lips when she let go a moan of pure satisfaction.
It was too soon to say it. He didn’t want to scare her away. But he had no doubt in his mind or heart that he wasn’t just crazy about her.
He was crazy in love with her.
Early-morning sunshine filtered through the curtain, and blissful exhaustion filled Fiona from head to toe and at every stop in between. She leaned up on her forearm and studied the man in her bed, who took up a great deal of space with his big muscular body. Not that she minded. Stretched out on his back, one arm across the top of his head, the other flung out to the side, and one leg on top of the sheet, he appeared to be in a deep sleep. She took the opportunity to examine the winged tribal tattoo on his left biceps that carried his sister’s name. Her fingers itched to tickle the short, fine hairs on his sculpted chest, to roam over all those tight muscles that rippled down his stomach.
His skin had a natural tan, the kind she’d always been jealous of. With her Irish heritage, she’d always been the type to burn and peel. The man simply looked delicious lying there.
“I get equal time,” he muttered in a voice raspy from sleep.
She looked up and found him looking back, a smile tilting those sexy lips.
“For what?”
“Checking you out.”
“I’d have thought you’d already seen enough.”
“Never.” He pulled her into his arms and on top of him. They were both naked, and the warmth of his skin on hers went beyond intimate. It gave her a sense of peace. Of belonging. Of hope.
