The Cover Model

by Cheyenne Meadows

  She'd been a wallflower her entire life, now she stuck a fork in the road and decided to hang a hard left. Work would always be there, but a chance to learn at the hands of a man she loved might not be. She wanted him. Plain and simple. Her body tingled with the revelation.

  "May I have your attention, please?" The hostess spoke into the microphone as the music ended, garnering everyone's attention. "It's time to announce the winner of the large door prize. This particular gift basket includes some naughty tidbits donated by several of the vendors, a gift certificate for anything sold in the lobby area, pens, miscellaneous items donated by a few of your favorite authors. Of course, we can't forget the big gift. An all expense paid trip to next year's convention."

  The crowd clapped and murmured in excitement.

  The hostess opened a piece of paper, stared for a long moment, then lifted the mic back up to her lips. "And our winner is…"

  A pregnant silence filled the air.

  "Fancy Phillips."

  Fancy blinked.

  Mitch cheered, picked her up, and spun her around like a rag doll. "You won!"

  She couldn't believe her name had been called. Stunned, she smiled up at her date.

  "Fancy Phillips. Are you here?" the announcer called out again.

  "She's right here," Mitch hollered across the room. "Go collect your prize." He nudged Fancy in the back.

  With growing confidence, Fancy made her way through the crowd to the front stage. There she climbed the steps and approached that night's hostess.

  "Congratulations, dear."

  "Thank you." Fancy accepted the basket, humbled and honored. "This is so wonderful. I know people always say they never win anything, but I can vouch this time it's true. I've never won anything in my life, which makes this special in so many ways."

  Turning, she looked out over the crowd, spied Mitch with a silly grin on his face, and suddenly couldn't wait for next year's convention. To spend the entire week with the hottest cover model around, a man who set her heart to thumping and long dormant hormones to firing.

  Whatever lucky star landed her at this hotel in the middle of a romance convention, she'd thank thoroughly. She came here to give her research presentation, to learn from other presenters, to work toward furthering the world of science. Instead, she found another side of herself, discovered adult fairy tales just might come true, and had an absolute blast. Crazy stalker women and hateful haughty models aside, she couldn't ever recall enjoying herself more.

  And the night hadn't ended yet.

  Would having sex with Mitch, even for just a single night, be such a bad thing?

  The tantalizing question prodded her for an answer.

  Chapter 22

  Mitch reached up, caught a hold of Fancy, and lifted her from the stage back to the floor. She used the opportunity to press her lips against his on the way down. His dick tightened immediately in reaction to the chaste act. Hell, just being around her shunted blood directly to his groin. He couldn't explain why she affected him so, only that somewhere along the line she'd wiggled under his skin and put down stakes. Though not the woman he'd have normally chosen, he wouldn't utter a single complaint.

  Fancy radiated beauty, both inside and out, brains, and a goal to better the world. To him, those assets combined made for a perfect companion. As much as he fought the attraction along the way, he finally read between the lines and accepted fate's gift with open arms.

  She turned back to accept the gift basket from the hostess. "Thanks again."

  "You're very welcome."

  Fancy spun in his arms, a bright smile still covering her face. She met his gaze with an expression of awe, joy, and a twinkle of sexual need.

  Mitch's breath caught. She wanted him. More than that, if he didn't miss his guess. His confidence sailed as relief eased the tension from his shoulders. Thankfully, she seemed to have forgiven him for the Darla situation or at least moved past. Now, judging by her rapt stare, she sought something in addition. He'd gladly give her just about anything right then, including the best damned night of their lives. If she'd only trust him enough, need him enough, and take a flying leap of faith in one another.

  They stood just like that for a long moment before she blinked and lowered her gaze. "I probably should take this to my room."

  He nodded, swallowing the small lump that formed in his throat. "Okay. I'll go with you."

  By the time she deposited the door prize on the small table in her room, Mitch had followed her inside and closed the door behind him. She turned toward him, sucked in a breath, and stared up at him like a hungry woman. Licking her lips, she clasped her hands together and remained mute.

  Nervousness. Need. Sexual interest. Mitch easily read the signs. "You want me." He made the statement, certain of his instincts.

  She nodded. "I do."

  Hesitancy speared him. He'd wager his bottom dollar Fancy remained innocent or pretty darn close. They'd known each other not quite a week, and those days had been filled with all sorts of turbulent happenings. The last thing he wanted to do was rush her into such an important decision, then have her regret the whole event later.

  "Sweetheart, are you sure?"

  "I've thought about this, Mitch." She lowered her gaze. "I know I'm… not your usual date. We also leave tomorrow and may never see one another again." Lifting her chin, she met his gaze. "I've discovered so much about myself these past few days, including the fact that I really have fallen for you." She paused a moment. "Don't worry, I won't hold you to any promises or hound you in the future. I just want to spend the night in your arms, to learn what lovemaking can be, from the man who knocked me off my feet."

  "Oh, Fancy." Reaching out, he cupped her cheek. "You're the only woman I want to be with, and I have a feeling once won't be near enough." Leaning in, he kissed her forehead. "Be sure about this. For once I have you I'm not going to let you go."

  A small smile crossed her lips. "I'd like nothing more."

  He read the truth in her eyes. No man had bothered to look deeper, to tap into her hidden trove of passion. Their loss was his gain, for he knew with a bit of tender tutelage and care, Fancy would blossom to match her name. His honor and privilege to be the man.

  "Me, either." He whispered the words against her soft lips, then swooped down, sealing his mouth over hers. Short, chaste kisses followed, until he drew her bottom lip in her mouth and sucked. She gasped, allowing him entrance. He pushed his tongue inside, eager for another sample of her sweetness. Holding the back of her head, he wrapped his other arm around her, tugging her body flush with his. The feel of her modest breasts rubbing against his chest along with the delicious, unique taste of Fancy sent blood rushing to his cock on an express lane.

  His hand slipped under the back of her blouse, lightly rubbing her back, then meandering to the side and around front to cover a bra-clad breast. He traced the material, gently squeezed, and learned the feel of the orb. Impatient, he released her head, trusting she would stick with his kisses until the need to breathe broke them apart. Dipping his other hand under her blouse, he found the clasp on her bra, unsnapped, and immediately caressed the newly exposed skin, delighting in the softness and perky breasts.

  "Take this off, love." He grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted.

  Fancy assisted by lifting her arms.

  Once the garment was free, he tossed the clothing over the single chair in the room and attempted to resume their lip-lock.

  Fancy stopped him with a firm hand to the chest. "Your turn." Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief.

  He grinned, enjoying the easy foreplay. With practiced ease, he removed his shirt, then his pants and boxers, leaving him bare except for his socks.

  Fancy's gaze traveled up and down his body before stopping at his groin. Mitch patiently let her stare her fill, even though her rapt attention caused his member to jerk and a distinct throbbing to begin.

  "Wow." She chewed her lip for a moment before wrapping her fingers a
round his erection. "So big."

  He sucked in a breath at her simple touch, steeling himself to withstand more petting before calling a halt to her curious exploration for the time being. She could resume later when his control wasn't in danger of snapping. Her fingertips stroked him from base to tip, before brushing over his slit, finding a droplet of dew. She collected the bead and brought it to her lips, licking her index finger as if she were licking an ice cream cone.

  A groan emerged from his throat as he fisted his hands in an effort to slow his runaway libido. She's so damn sexy. The innocence, the openness to this experience, her tantalizing caresses. Fancy spurred his arousal like no other woman ever had.

  Taking advantage of the moment, Mitch gripped her jeans, undid the button, and slowly slid the zipper down. He glanced at her face, found her still enthralled with his manhood and chuckled to himself. She made him feel like the world's sexiest man with a look of awe. His ego swelled as did his jutting tumescence, which demanded more attention. He ignored the discomfort, focusing instead on getting Fancy naked and into bed.

  Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her pants, he pushed the material down, catching her panties along the way. Only when they puddled at her feet, did he stand up and appraise her body. Petite, yet strong, with curves in all the right places. Her long blonde hair hung loose except for a clip to keep the long locks out of her face. She reminded him of a wood nymph, alluring and beautiful.

  His hands returned to her breasts, the nipples pebbling beneath his touch. He traced her body in long strokes, noting she followed suit, devouring his body with her questing hands.

  "You're perfect. Built like a warrior of old." The whispered words only whetted his desire all the more.

  Picking her up, he laughed when she squealed, then deposited her in the center of the bed. While she got comfortable, he returned to his jeans, found his wallet, and pulled out a foil wrapper.

  Tossing the item on the bed beside her, he crawled over to straddle her body. Lowering himself between her legs, he supported his weight with his forearms, savoring the position that allowed her breasts to rake against his chest with each deep breath, easy reach of all her nether bits, and the perfect closeness for kissing, which he proceeded to do.

  For the longest time, he did nothing more than sup at her lips, plundering every recess of her mouth, using all his skills to pour generous amounts of pleasure onto Fancy. Each flick of the tongue, turn of the head, he found another way to notch up her arousal and draw yet another gasp from her throat.

  Never before had he spent so much time simply kissing a woman. In all honesty, he didn't have a clue he could give and receive so much pleasure from a mere meeting of the mouths. Yet with Fancy, the whole act became new again.

  Scooting back a hair, he focused his attention on her waiting breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth, laving the taut protrusion with his tongue, then sucking.

  Fancy gasped, her nails biting into the skin of his back as she clutched him tightly.

  He grinned as he mouthed the other nipple, the small sting only adding to his heightened state of arousal. So responsive. Fancy had plenty of fire within, she just needed him to open the vault and set free the decadent treasure.

  Releasing her breast, he looked into her face, found her eyes closed, her breathing rapid, and her lips parted. His cock ached, yet he refused to rush. Instead, he kissed a path over her flat stomach, down to the junction of her thighs. Short light brown hairs guarded her most secret entrance.

  Trailing his fingers over the area, he nudged her legs. "Spread for me, love. Let me in."

  Fancy's eyes opened, the irises spoke of sensual desire and rampant pleasure.

  And he'd hardly begun.

  She splayed her legs apart, then dropped her hands to the bedspread below, grasping the material tightly.

  Mitch traced her inner folds, watching Fancy the entire time. A hint of modesty and nerves crossed her face.

  "You're beautiful." He ever so gently parted the area, seeking the taut button full of sensitive potential.

  "You make me feel that way," she whispered breathlessly.

  Finding ample dampness, Mitch lazily inserted a single finger into her core.

  She gasped and lifted against his hand.

  His mouth dried as he began to slowly work the narrow channel, to stretch and relax her for his penetration to come. After a few twirls with his wrist, he added a second digit, spreading them apart to broaden the entrance before sinking deep once more.

  Fancy moaned and hunched, her body blatantly asking for more. He eagerly gave. Over and over, he readied her, patiently plying her body until the snug tunnel eased to his satisfaction. She'd still be tight, but at least he knew she was ready.

  Sitting up, he found the condom, opened the package, and rolled it on. For a long moment, he sat back on his heels, staring at the beauty spread out before him, so trusting, so hot. Mitch drew in a deep breath, chiding himself to go slow, to put her needs above his own.

  "Mitch?" She sat up and reached for him, her hands rediscovering his chest, abdominal muscles, before dipping lower. Fancy pressed tiny little kisses along his jaw.

  "It's okay, Fancy." He tilted his head back, allowing Fancy to run the tip of her tongue up the column of his throat. No sooner had she reached his chin, then he swooped down and covered her mouth in a blazing hot kiss, a preview of his intentions.

  "I need you." Her honest admission kicked him into gear.

  Edging forward, he settled Fancy back against the mattress. Once there, he spread her legs, and positioned himself against her swollen feminine entrance. For a long moment, he waited.

  Finally, Fancy met his gaze, curiosity furrowing her brows.

  "Guide me in, baby."

  Her breath hitched. She reached between their bodies, wrapped her fingers around his thick erection, and held him against her folds.

  "Look at me, Fancy."

  Her eyes pinned his.

  "Stay with me. Don't look away." Languidly, he pressed forward.

  Fancy gasped, opened her legs more, and grasped his upper arms. "Oh, Mitch."

  He continued the steady motion, reveling in the heat, the tightest channel he'd ever visited. Setting his back teeth, he tightened the reins of his control, refusing to hurry at this crucial moment.

  Fancy flinched, a flash of pain crossed her face. He paused and instantly understood the source. The thin membrane obstructing his path. He'd hoped she didn't possess a hymen but couldn't suppress the innate happiness at finding her still intact. Never before had the numbers of previous partners mattered to him. With Fancy, he simply tossed his rules and ideas out the window. She was the exception in so many ways, and he glorified in them all.

  Lowering his upper body, he once more covered her completely, yet managed to keep most of his weight off her body. Teasingly, he nibbled on her chin, earning a giggle.

  He smiled down at her. "This might sting a bit."

  "I know. It'll be okay." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with wild abandon.

  Mitch responded in kind, then flexed his spine and thrust for home.

  She whimpered against his lips, then sucked in air. Her entire body tensed as tight as a bowstring and jerked as if trying to retract from the pain.

  Sinking into her depths, Mitch remained still, allowing ample time for Fancy's body to adjust to his invasion. He groaned as each movement tightened her muscles around him, like a velvet glove squeezing in all the right spots. He licked her lips, entreating them to open for him once more, then sealed his mouth over hers. With great care, he focused on rebuilding her arousal, to push her past the previous level and onward.

  She didn't take long to ignite. His first kisses were met with distraction, then her body relaxed, her hips arched, and she responded with exuberance.

  "Are you okay?"

  She panted to catch her breath. "Absolutely." A wicked smile appeared on her face. "Now, Mr Sex God, care to show me why the women flo
ck to your door?"

  He chuckled at her teasing, enjoying the banter, which helped him step back from the edge. Rubbing his nose against hers, he grinned. "Your wish is my command."

  "Oh, I like that."

  He rolled his eyes dramatically. "You would." Watching her face carefully, he pulled back marginally, then pushed back in, testing her reaction.

  "Ohhhh."

  "Like?"

  "Yes." She flicked her tongue over his earlobe and nipped. "I like that a lot."

  "Tell me if it hurts." Slowly, he repeated the action, this time encompassing more motion. When only gratification appeared on her face, he picked up the pace by small increments, rolling his hips now and again, then plunging back as far as he could go.

  Easy, bro. Nice and easy.

  She mewed and ran her hands down his sides. The sensation ratcheted him up all the higher as the sexy little sounds went straight to his cock.

  Lifting back into a push-up position, he made longer strokes, rubbing her inner walls the entire length of his erection as he pulled out leaving only the mushroom head inside, then propelled back in until their pelvises ground against one another.

  "Hurt?"

  She shook her head. "No. It's… wonderful." Turning her head, she nibbled on his forearm next to her head. "I need more. Something more."

  "Take from me. Whatever you need. However you need it." His breath escalated. In. Out. In. Out. He focused on giving her pleasure, edging her closer to the pinnacle. Nothing mattered more to him than Fancy reaching a glorious climax.

  Another sharp whimper escaped her throat. Her hips rocked, meeting him on each downward stroke, as she scraped her teeth against the tough skin of his arm. Damn. Who knew she was a biter.

  The realization threw gasoline on his already blazing inferno.

  He dipped his head and found her lips. "God, you feel good." He'd never been much of a talker during sex, but Fancy brought out his chatty side. "So tight. I can't get deep enough."