She found herself holding her breath then gasping for air. She slid her fingers into his hair, feeling the soft strands between her fingers as he licked and sucked her nipples. He played with them, teased them, driving her crazy with want and need.
Maybe it was too soon, but inside she felt that this was right. In a matter of weeks, she’d fallen hard for Creed and she wanted everything he could offer her.
He moved his hands to her waist and reached for the button to her shorts. “These have to come off.” His voice was husky with desire. He stood, raising her with him. He set her on her bare feet, then unzipped her shorts.
They fell to her ankles. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushed them over her hips and they landed on her shorts.
He took her by her shoulders as she stepped out of her clothing and his gaze slid over her breasts, down her waist to the trimmed patch of curls between her thighs and on down her long legs. “You are gorgeous, Danica,” he murmured. “I want to touch you and taste you everywhere.”
When their gazes met again she reached for his shirt and pulled it out of his jeans and started unbuttoning it. Her hands were steady as she focused on her task. She pushed it off his shoulders and he let it slip down to the floor. A light sprinkling of hair covered his powerful chest and every muscle was well defined. Somehow he looked even better than he had the day he’d stepped out of the shower and had come to her with only a towel slung low around his hips, and she never would have thought that possible.
He brought her to him in a rough kiss, like he couldn’t wait any longer to touch her. As he continued to kiss her hard, he smoothed his callused palms over her soft skin from her shoulders, down her sides, to her ass and back again. His hands felt warm, the movements slow and erotic.
“Damn but you’re beautiful.” His jeans were rough against her bare skin as he palmed her ass and jerked her close, his belt buckle digging into her belly. He kissed her again and she rested her hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingertips.
She slid her fingers down his chest to his tight abs and reached for his belt buckle. She moved back just enough to unfasten his buckle and undo his belt.
“Hold on, honey.” He stepped back just enough so that he could remove his boots. The first one hit the floor with a hard thunk followed by another when his second boot landed. He unzipped his Wranglers and let them fall to the floor then followed it by removing his boxer briefs and socks.
When he was naked, she grasped his erection in her hand. Long and thick… She loved the feel of the hardness beneath the soft skin. She imagined what he would taste like and what he would feel like inside her.
“Where’s your bedroom?” His words came out rough.
She swallowed. “Down the hall, last room on the right.”
He scooped her up in his arms and she caught her breath in surprise. She slipped her arms around his neck and held on. His bare skin felt hot next to hers and a thrill went through her belly as he carried her into her room.
He set her on the bed, the comforter soft beneath her back, and then he climbed onto the mattress and straddled her. He kissed her hard then rose up to look into her eyes. “You are an amazing woman, Danica.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said with a smile.
“I want to touch your soft skin forever.” He ran a finger between her breasts and down her belly to her bellybutton. “I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment we met.”
She caught her breath as he kissed her again before moving his lips to her chin and trailing them down her neck to the hollow of her throat.
She squirmed beneath him as he eased down her body and licked a path to one of her firm breasts. He teased her nipple with his teeth and tongue then sucked it and lightly dragged at it with his teeth.
With what sounded like a low growl, he kissed a path from her nipple, over the swell of her breast, and down to the valley between her breasts. He eased down her body as he kissed her everywhere she wanted him to.
She slid her fingers into his soft hair as he slid his tongue down the center of her flat belly to the patch of hair between her thighs. He drew in a deep breath as he nuzzled her curls and pressed her thighs farther apart.
He pressed soft kisses to the insides of her thighs and she sucked in her breath as her legs trembled. But he didn’t lick her folds like she’d hoped he would. Instead, he adjusted her so that he could kiss the backs of her knees, causing her to shiver.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched him as he moved in a slow, erotic path all the way down the backs of her calves to her ankles and then her feet.
“Where did you learn how to drive a woman crazy like this?” she said in a soft moan.
He gave a low laugh. “I’m just getting started.”
She groaned and her thighs trembled. She was wide open and aching for his mouth on her clit.
Her mind whirled as he drove her crazy with the need to have him. But he kept on teasing her, taunting her while he did the same with her opposite leg, kissing and licking it in the most sensitive places.
Her breathing quickened as he drew out the sensations. And then he was moving up her again. He didn’t lick her between her thighs like she wanted. It was as if he was doing it to drive her crazy. If he was trying to do just that, it was working.
He moved up so that he was straddling her shoulders and his cock was in front of her mouth. He grasped his erection in his hand and moved it to her mouth. She parted her lips and he slid his cock into her mouth. He tasted salty and felt warm and big. Slowly moving his hips, he drew his cock in and out. It was an almost helpless feeling with him in control and her obedient to his desires.
His gaze was dark and intense as he watched her. She loved sucking him as he pushed slowly in to the back of her throat then drew out. He gritted his teeth and she could tell he was close to coming when he pulled out then moved down her body again and adjusted himself so that he could kiss her.
Her lips were wet and he ran his tongue along her upper lip and then her lower. She gave a soft moan, which he took from her when he covered her mouth with his own and kissed her hard.
She wanted him so badly that she couldn’t think straight. He pinched her nipples as he kissed her and she writhed with excitement.
“Why are you driving me crazy?” she asked as he drew away from the kiss.
He gave a sexy grin. “Because I can.”
She groaned as he moved down her body and eased between her thighs. She was aching and wet and ready.
He slid his palms beneath her ass and raised her up at the same time he moved his mouth to her folds.
With a cry she arched her hips and he pressed his mouth more firmly against her. He licked and sucked her clit and she moaned and moved with every sensation that rocketed through her.
He slid two fingers inside her and pumped them in and out, his knuckles slapping against her flesh. She wondered how much longer she could last with such exquisite pleasure flooding her body.
A climax came rolling toward her, faster and faster. Her skin tingled and her scalp prickled. He increased pressure against her clit and she lost it.
Her body bucked and jerked and she shouted loud and long, unable to think. All she could do was feel as pleasure washed over her in hot waves.
As she came down from the orgasm high she looked up into Creed’s eyes. “I left my wallet in your living room and a condom inside it.” He kissed her softly, his lips lingering agasint hers before he said, “I’ll be right back.”
“Wait.” Still feeling boneless, she pointed to the nightstand next to her. “Top drawer. A good girl is always prepared.”
He gave her a sexy grin then leaned over and pulled the drawer open. A couple of condoms in foil wrappers rested on the side closest to the bed.
The anticipation building inside of her was almost unbelievable in its intensity. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her. She watched as he took the condom out of the foil and tossed
the wrapper aside. Her heart beat faster as he rolled the condom down the length of his erection.
When he was finished, he grasped her by the waist and surprised her by flipping her over onto her belly. It was nothing like the slow, sensual ride she’d been on so far. Thrills rolled through her as he adjusted her so that she was on her knees, his hand to the back of her neck, her cheek pressed against the comforter.
His cock pushed against the entrance to her core and then he slammed his hips against her, driving his length and thickness inside her.
She cried out at the feel of him stretching her, filling her, and the way he’d driven so deep.
He held himself still for a moment. “Damn, you’re tight.” He began fucking her hard, his groin slapping against her ass. He adjusted her again and grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled, forcing her to raise her head.
Pain stung at her scalp and tears wet her eyes. Yet at the same time, it felt hot, exciting, wild. He reached around her and started rubbing her clit.
The feel of him taking her while pulling her hair and rubbing her clit was almost sensory overload. Her orgasm came out of nowhere, ripping through her with the power of a freight train.
She screamed. It came out loud and long and it barely registered that the neighbors could probably hear. At that moment she didn’t care. All she cared about was the incredible sensations in her body. Her core clenched his cock and her clit throbbed.
If he wasn’t holding her head back by her hair, she might have collapsed from exhaustion after having two incredible orgasms.
His hips continued to piston against her backside and then she heard a low growl and then a shout as he came.
She felt his cock pulse inside her as he pulled her hair as if slowing a runaway horse. He pumped his hips a few more times and then let go of her hair and pulled out of her before collapsing onto his side and bringing her with him. He spooned her from behind and she felt his perspiration mingling with hers as they both went limp with exhaustion.
“You are an amazing woman, Danica.” He pressed his lips against her cheek and adjusted her so that she was cradled in the crook of his arm.
With a smile she relaxed even more and drifted off as he held her close.
Chapter 13
Danica slowed on the elliptical trainer as she began the two-minute cool-down. She’d just completed forty-five minutes on the machine at the health club. Sweat dripped down from her hairline and forehead and she grabbed her hand towel and mopped her face with it. Her T-shirt was damp with perspiration and droplets rolled between her breasts and she dabbed at her chest with the bright yellow towel. She set it aside and continued moving her legs on the machine as she took a long drink out of her water bottle.
She lowered the bottle and smiled to herself as she thought about her incredible weekend with Creed. He’d left last night to head off to his next event and she already missed him. Somehow he’d gotten inside her and she cared for him far more than she wanted to admit.
Not only had they enjoyed each other in bed, but they’d also had fun doing other things. On Saturday they’d spent time at the beach during the day, ate lunch at a crab shack, and that evening had gone out dinner and then to a popular country-western bar. Creed was a great dancer and he enjoyed it, which made it fun for her. On Sunday they’d spend most of the day in her townhouse until he’d had to catch the last flight out to San Antonio.
Her smile faded a bit as she thought about his chosen career and she sighed. A bull rider. What was with some men and the need to put themselves in the midst of danger? It was a question she’d been asking herself over and over. The next question was what was she doing in a relationship with someone like that? Couldn’t she have chosen a man with a stable career where his job wasn’t out to kill him? Literally.
But she couldn’t help how she felt about him. He was easy to talk with and their interests were so similar—with the exception of the bull riding. She liked how genuine he was and how much he seemed to care about her and everything she did from her work to every other aspect of her life. There was little that they hadn’t talked about. She felt like nothing was taboo between them and she wondered if he felt the same way.
The machine she was on beeped, telling her that she’d completed her workout. The numbers of minutes and miles flashed across the screen. She stepped off the elliptical trainer, grabbed her towel and water bottle, and headed across the gym toward the women’s locker room. She’d done weights and core before the elliptical and felt pumped from her workout.
She came to a stop when she saw a familiar figure walking through the front door.
“Kelsey.” Danica jogged up to her friend. Usually they worked out together, but since Kelsey had been avoiding her that hadn’t been the case. Today Danica had come in later than usual and she was glad to see her friend.
Kelsey came up short, a hesitant expression on her face. She hadn’t taken off her big sunglasses even though she was now inside the gym. She was carrying her gym bag and was still in street clothes.
Danica went up to Kelsey, wishing she could see her eyes so that perhaps she could tell what her friend was thinking. “Can we talk?” Danica asked.
Kelsey bit her lower lip then shrugged. “All right.”
“Let’s go in the locker room.” Danica gave a nod in that direction.
They walked toward the women’s side of the locker rooms and Danica dabbed her damp forehead with the workout towel. The clanging of weights, the whir of exercise machines and pulsing music surrounded them. It was a small, older health club with more male members than female, and it smelled of sweat and testosterone.
When they reached the women’s locker room, Danica sat on one of the benches near the lockers and looked up at Kelsey who was still standing. She hesitated then sat at the opposite side of the bench and set her gym bag by her feet.
“We need to talk about last week,” Danica said. “I felt I needed to tell you those things because you’re my closest friend. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
Kelsey said nothing and looked at a wall. She wore light pink lipstick and her long blonde hair hung in soft curls around her face, but the sunglasses she still wore hid her pretty gray eyes. For some reason she looked petite and vulnerable.
“Can you take those off?” Danica tilted her head slightly. “It’s hard to talk to you when I can’t see your eyes.”
Again Kelsey hesitated but then she reached up and slowly took off the sunglasses.
Danica sucked in her breath. One side of Kelsey’s face was bruised and swollen, and she had a black eye. She’d tried to cover it up with makeup but there was no disguising the fact that she’d been hit.
“Did Darryl do that to you?” Danica could barely get the words out as fury began to make her hands shake.
Kelsey shook her head. “I ran into a door.” The response sounded planned, not natural, not to mention unbelievable.
“Some door,” Danica said and she could hear the disbelief in her own tone. “If Darryl touched you, I’m going to rip him apart.”
“Darryl is a good man. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.” Kelsey’s lower lip trembled but she sat up straighter. “I love him.”
Trying to control herself, Danica looked down at the hand towel she was gripping in her fist then met Kelsey’s gaze again.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Danica reached out and put her hand on Kelsey’s. “You are my closest friend and you’re like a sister to me. Please understand that and know that you can talk to me about anything.”
Kelsey pulled her hand away and her expression hardened. “There’s nothing wrong between Darryl and me.” Kelsey got to her feet and picked up her sunglasses. “I need to work out now.”
Danica straightened, her heart aching at the same time her blood boiled. She stood. “Will you be here at our usual time on Wednesday?”
With a shrug, Kelsey said, “I’m not sure. Work has been rough lately.”
“Okay.” Anger at
Darryl still burned inside Danica but she forced a smile. “I’ve missed you, Kels.”
The hard look that had been on Kelsey’s face melted a little. “I’ve missed you, too.”
Danica reached for Kelsey, hugged her, then drew away. “Why don’t we go out for lunch on Friday?”
“All right.” Kelsey smiled but it looked like it hurt a bit because she winced.
Inwardly, Danica winced, too. “I’ll call you Thursday.”
Kelsey nodded. “Okay.” She picked up her gym bag and went to one of the lockers. Without looking back at Danica, she started changing out of her street clothes and into her workout shorts and T-shirt.
Danica went to her own locker and unlocked the combination lock, her hands shaking from the strength of her anger. She grabbed her bag with everything in it, threw the lock inside, and shut the empty locker. She paused a moment as she looked at Kelsey’s rigid backside.
“See you Thursday for workout,” Danica said. “Or Friday for lunch, whichever comes first.”
Kelsey looked over her shoulder. “See you,” she said before turning away again.
Danica started to leave the locker room. She looked back once at Kelsey’s bent head then turned and walked out.
As she headed out of the club, Danica’s mind turned over and over the fact that Kelsey had been hit and she was certain that Darryl had been the one to do it.
If she confronted Darryl about it, he could go back to Kelsey and become more violent with her.
Frustrated, angry, and concerned for her friend, Danica pushed her hand through her hair. She couldn’t just stand by and watch her friend be abused.
But what should she do?
She narrowed her eyes. When she went to the Sonoita event in two weeks Darryl was sure to be there… And she was going to have a talk with him.
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