Love Redone

by Peyton Reeser

  She watched him through shuttered eyes while he removed the flimsy piece of delicate lace that pretended to cover her breasts. Twin shards of color infused his cheeks as her soft, round breasts were freed from the lace. She had no idea what made her caress her own flesh in a wanton display of sensuality but that’s what she did.

  Nick’s mouth went bone-dry when she reached for her breasts and seductively molded them with the same hands that had just been stroking his flesh. Slightly arching her back, Shannon’s trembling fingers offered up twin globes of delight studded with tight, delectable, dusty pink nipples that were hardening under his gaze as she pressed them with two fingers and moaned in response.

  What happened next was a wildly erotic coupling that would leave them both shattered in its wake. The mesmerizing sight of his pale-skinned blonde goddess squirming in abandon on his huge bed while cupping and stroking her own breasts was too much for Nick’s brain to comprehend. He was transfixed by the sight of those tiny, sheer lace panties with the bright red side ties as her hips shifted shamelessly in pleasure and invitation.

  Mindlessly, Nick touched himself as he stood over her, watching while she panted and stared as his huge, powerful hand grasped and stroked his throbbing sex.

  All sense deserted him, all reason gone. With impatient, trembling hands he slid the lace down her legs, tossing the scrap of black to the side before growling at her to open her legs. The erotic image of her spread out before him against the dark bed covering was burned forever on his brain. Nick knew there were things he should be saying, things he should be doing, but he was beyond sense at that moment. Her seductive scent enveloped him as he came forward, bending one knee to lean on the bed between her spreading thighs.

  She whimpered slightly, and he heard her low moan as she chanted his name That she wanted him was no doubt. With a suddenly out-of-control storm raging inside him, he reached for her, grabbing a handful of hair and her head in one powerful hand and pulling her to meet his mouth as it moved down to hers in lightning speed.

  “Open for me, Shannon,” he growled at her mouth. “Will you let me in?”

  Nick’s tongue came out to trace around her beautiful lips, which she opened without pause, welcoming him in a luscious, swirling mating of tongues. He hovered over her, one leg bent at the knee, placed provocatively between her open thighs, and the other still on the floor for one last second before he hoisted himself fully onto the bed.

  Keeping her head and mouth anchored to his with one hand, he used the other to position her bottom in such a way that he easily lifted one of her legs high up on his hip, giving him total access to every inch of her trembling body.

  Shannon found herself clutching at his chest before lifting her arms to clasp around his neck and head. From this position, she could rub her tightening breasts against the soft fur of his chest as her hips twitched in growing urgency. Her aching female center was spread open to his questing touch, making Shannon shiver in anticipation of where his fingers would stroke next.

  Nick ended the kiss, staring down into her blinking eyes as Shannon’s lips throbbed and tingled. She felt vulnerable and a little frightened by the ferocity of her response to him. Being with him here, like this, unleashed a wild side of her that existed for his pleasure alone. She’d wanted to drive him beyond control, and maybe she had, but it was he who was driving her mad at the moment.

  With her arms still tight around his neck, Shannon shimmied against him in a most seductive way, relishing the hard warmth of his incredible body. The leg thrown over his hip tightened its hold on him as his hand smoothed up and down that thigh sweeping around her left butt cheek. Still he watched her while Shannon fell deeper and deeper into his probing gaze.

  Nick gauged Shannon’s every reaction, waiting patiently while her desire intensified without much help. He wanted her to be beyond need and beyond want when he finally touched her. Wanted her to be desperate for his possession.

  When she could take no more of his watchful stillness, Shannon finally looked away and leaned into him, swiping her wet tongue across his collarbone and up his neck so she could moan sweetly into his ear.

  “Touch me, Nick. P-please. I need to feel your hands on me,” she cried as she tried to bring his mouth back to hers. When he resisted, she became frustrated, beating at his arms and scolding him in a most unladylike way for making her wait and even more so for making her beg.

  Nick released a small, satisfied smile when Shannon started beating at his shoulders and chest and then launched into a shockingly raw indictment against his manhood for letting her suffer at his hands. Yes, he thought. She was ready now.

  Without any preamble, the hand that had been caressing her naked butt and thigh suddenly swept between them and pressed firmly against her open, aching center.

  His still, watchful eyes glittered with a nakedly carnal intent that stole her breath. She felt his fingers opening the lips of her sex to test the wetness she knew would drench his questing touch. The first sensation of his fingers around her slit brought an aching moan from her and a growling answer from him. When one long, sturdy finger slid deep inside, Shannon’s eyes closed in ecstasy.

  Shannon gasped in aroused approval when he buried his mouth against her neck as he slowly and provocatively moved his finger in and then out of her throbbing depths. He moved his voracious mouth from her neck to help himself to a plump and needy breast with its turgid, aching nipple, which begged his mouth to suck on. She was coming undone so quickly that she could only whimper in dismay. She’d wanted him inside her when she came, and yet here she was ready to explode if he kept up that licentious, slow stroking.

  He must have guessed her dilemma and why, because Nick stopped licking her breasts long enough to whisper in her ear that it was okay. She was squirming against his wicked fingers while he let her know in explicit detail how much he would enjoy watching her come apart in his arms while he fingered her deep and slow.

  His erotic words rocked her world and triggered a pulsing that started deep in her soul, radiating outward at an increasing rate. Her hips went into a frenzied bucking motion as he added a second finger to her torment, plunging them deep over and over, again and again.

  “Come for me, Shannon!” he growled. “That’s it, baby.” Nick moaned as she ground herself into his touch. When his thumb swirled around her pulsating clitoris, Shannon lost touch with reality. An explosion of raw desire shot through her and into him. She cried his name over and over while an orgasm that redefined what a climax could be ripped through her in unending waves of perfection.

  Nick’s heart thundered in his chest as Shannon rocketed to a mind-blowing orgasm under his expert touch. He’d never, ever experienced anything as awesome as that moment when his woman lost control in his arms and shuddered around his probing fingers. He’d felt the tightening start in her womb as the climax approached and was overcome by the strength of her inner muscles as they clutched and spasmed in delicious release. God, she was something.

  He continued to glory in the flood of creamy evidence that she’d been well pleased, never stopping the probing rhythm of his hand, while he waited, shaking and near his own edge, to see whether she came down or went up and over again. He hoped it would be the latter because he sorely wanted to lose himself inside her churning depths. When she undulated underneath his hand, he knew she was ready for anything.

  Rolling onto his back, Nick moved Shannon fully astride his widespread hips as she struggled to become upright on top of him. He shoved her knees as wide apart as they would go to comfortably accommodate his spread-eagle posture underneath her.

  With strong, capable hands, Nick helped her get in position as he prepared to enter her soft, wet woman’s body. She reached between them, and with one silky, delicate hand, she held his throbbing staff steady as he maneuvered her over the head of his rock-hard cock.

  Just as before when he asked if she was ready to let him kiss her, he asked again but with a different and more seductive mean
ing.

  “Are you ready to let me in, little one?” he groaned in a husky rasp that shredded her control as he stroked the engorged head of his huge sex against her creamy cleft.

  Yes must have been the word du jour, for Shannon once again surrendered to his powerful, alpha-male drive. With one mighty surge, he thrust upward at the same time that he used the grip he had on her thighs to impale her forcefully onto his hard, engorged sex.

  It was a moment like no other for Nick as his eager manhood quivered and throbbed inside her hot, wet depths. Once he was deep inside and she was fully seated on top of him, she rotated her sexy hips in a series of naughty circles that stole his breath and robbed him of the ability to think.

  My god, she was so incredibly guileless. Her enjoyment of his body as she rocked and swayed turned him on as did the wet, creamy evidence of her excitement as it flowed from her aroused body down onto his, anointing him with the sweetest proof imaginable of the incredibly powerful physical connection they shared.

  He helped her find a lazy rhythm that brought soft sighs of delight from Shannon as she took him deep in languid, plunging strokes that set her nerve endings on fire. After the extraordinary orgasm she’d experienced from his touch, Shannon was surprised to realize how quickly she launched into another breathless journey that could only end one way. Knowing that ratcheted her excitement level even higher.

  She continued moving on his magnificent hardness while Nick lay back and watched her through hooded eyes while his large hands cupped and kneaded her ample breasts. The only sounds in the room were their occasional moans and gasps and the unmistakable sound of her well-lubricated female body swallowing his in continuous, sure, and steady strokes.

  She could have stayed like that forever, but Nick changed the tempo when he started bucking strongly underneath her, bringing a startled gasp and a moan of surrender to the upward plunges that drove her to the brink. He put both hands on her back, pressing her chest forward so he could capture the puckered nipple of a swaying breast with his hungry mouth.

  Shannon struggled to stay upright. Placing her shaking hands on the bed to either side of his head, his lips tugged relentlessly on an aching breast as he surged up into her bucking hips over and over.

  It was too much and still not enough, keeping Shannon on a knife’s edge of sensual agony as she writhed and moaned on top of him, seeking relief from a torment she never wanted to end. Eight long years of heartache melted away with each passing moment. This wasn’t just sex—it was far too personal and deep to be only a physical act of release. She could feel his heartbeat in the part of him that was buried deep inside her while he was drawing a response from her soul that transcended all other feelings.

  The French saying, la petite mort, or ‘little death,’ is a metaphor for the intensity of the perfect orgasm. Shannon doubted that level of intensity would be possible without the staggering depth of emotion they were sharing. A feeling of completion in her soul rocked her to the core, making her cry out from the beauty of the moment.

  “Nick, please,” Shannon gasped. “I don’t think I can…” Her hips rocked, but her arms lost their strength and she collapsed on top of him as he continued grinding against her. Shannon lost herself in a tidal wave of sensations and submitted to him totally.

  Sensing her loss of control, Nick took the upper hand, immediately rolling her so she was now underneath his plundering thrusts. He pushed her knees up with his hands and helped her grasp his waist between quaking thighs.

  She arched and writhed in growing abandon while Nick continued hammering away, building his orgasm as hers began to clutch with increasing vigor at his invading shaft. With strong, steady arms he held himself upright while he flexed his hips against her twisting, rolling center. He wanted to shout with satisfaction at the incredible pleasure she was giving him, the type of pleasure he hadn’t known existed.

  Shannon leapt first. Just at the moment when she was sure she couldn’t take the relentlessly stimulating pounding anymore, Nick surged deep and sure and then held himself still. Her womanly sheath replaced his rhythmic strokes with a heart-stopping series of rippling contractions that started deep in her core, radiating outwards until she could do nothing more than flail in unrestrained ecstasy as she cried out to him in total abandon.

  The sexy throbbing of her shimmering climax was still exploding deep in her core when Shannon felt Nick’s manhood swell to bursting inside her. A low, rumbling grunt tore from his throat when his own completion rocketed through his sweat-covered body. Shannon was overcome with a consummation of delirious satisfaction when he stroked in and out several times, emptying himself in a series of heated eruptions that filled her soul as well as her womb.

  When it was over, they both sank into the mattress in an exhausted but sated tangle of trembling limbs and heated skin. Shannon didn’t think anything could top the memorable passion from their joining earlier. She was wrong. What they’d just shared had been more deeply moving and satisfying than she could have imagined. A sense of deep contentment seeped into her bones, feeling for the first time as if she was truly where she belonged. As long as they were together, they could overcome anything.

  With that thought, Shannon hugged his still-heaving body even tighter and smiled a secret woman’s smile right before she gently nipped him on the shoulder.

  “Hey!” he rumbled in a low laugh. “What the hell was that for?”

  Gently disengaging from her luscious body, Nick rolled them to their sides in case his superior weight had been crushing her smaller frame. Her whimper at the loss of connection warmed his heart. Pulling her close, he yanked a sumptuous, fluffy blanket around them.

  Snuggling her face into his chest, Shannon sighed blissfully and said, “I just wanted to see if you were real. You’re very sexy, Mr. Barrett.”

  “Speak for yourself, Ms. Reynolds!” he answered back.

  A soft, contented smile appeared on Shannon’s face and would stay there throughout the long night ahead. She squirmed and wiggled against him, trying to find the perfect snuggle spot, until he swatted her rump and warned her to be still lest he teach her a lesson or two about being a tease.

  The contented smile bloomed into a shit-eating grin when her head popped up from its place on his shoulder and she looked him squarely in the eye saying, “I’m so very happy, Nick.”

  Whatever teasing retort he may have been prepared with after he playfully thumped her butt evaporated in the face of those simple words and were replaced by what they did best. What was left of their evening would tick by in silence as they indulged in a long, deep, wet kiss that plundered and soothed while they whispered words of love and renewal deep into the night.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Getting them both out of the house the next morning had been a monumental undertaking. Nick still couldn’t believe how late he’d overslept. He absolutely never stayed abed much past the break of dawn, but this morning he’d been astonished when eight a.m. had rolled around and his eyes were just fluttering open for the first time.

  Smiling absently to himself, he acknowledged that the warm female body wrapped so beautifully around his had accounted for his deep sleep. Uh, that and the incredible intimacy the two had shared throughout the night. No wonder they both slept late! Each time one or the other had stirred while they were cocooned in Nick’s tremendous bed, it would lead to bone-melting lovemaking and some pretty toe-curling acts of primitive mating that still had not been enough to satisfy them.

  Even now, as they sped along the highway with Mr. Allen at the wheel, Nick was considering how soon he’d be able to have her bucking and moaning underneath him again. God, he felt insatiable and couldn’t conceive of ever reaching a point where he’d be satisfied, where he’d think he’d had enough if only for just a few hours. Shifting slightly in his seat, he realized that some adjustments in his work schedule were going to be necessary.

  Until days ago, he’d been living to work. That’s pretty much all there had be
en to his empty life. He never considered how much time he spent doing just that and only that. Working. Now, however, everything was different. His world had been turned on its head, and not in a bad way. For the first time ever, he didn’t feel like working. Didn’t want to think about business and really didn’t want daily operational issues to find their way into his mind.

  Just like that, he knew his PA, Claire, was going to be handed the opportunity of a lifetime before the day was out because Nick had every intention of taking some serious time away from his CEO duties. He’d make Claire an offer she couldn’t refuse, something flexible and accommodating so her new role as a parent could flourish, too. They’d figure out how to coordinate whatever he needed to be involved in, because from here on out, Shannon was his main priority.

  Even though they had found a way to rise above the hurts from the past, there was still a lot of healing to do. For both of them. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d laid out his vision of their future and meant every word he’d said about the house, the picket fence, the kids, the dog, and the mommy van. Making all of that a reality would take time, a lot of attention, and most of all, love.

  With that thought, Nick reached across the space between their plush seats and took the hand he found resting in her lap. When she looked over at him, he raised her lovely, feminine hand to his mouth and gently pressed a soft kiss to the center of her palm. He almost forgot all about going into the city when Shannon smiled in that sweet, shy way she had. He was losing himself in the deepening sensuality in her eyes when Mr. Allen buzzed with his customary twenty-minute heads-up.

  Ordinarily Nick utilized the drive time for work and had a virtual home office installed in the limo for his use should he need it. Today, however, all he could concentrate on was how inconvenient the individual seating was, no matter how comfortable and luxurious, if it made hauling her into his lap a challenge. He eyed the interior of the functional executive limo and imagined something decidedly more decadent. Suddenly he felt like a randy teenager planning on seduction in the backseat of a car.