“Because it’s the truth.”
“My mother always said I was stupid. She said…I’d never amount to anything.” Her mouth drew up into a frown.
He wanted to take that pain away. Only no one could. Not until Anna Marie was ready to let it go. “Okay, now I don’t want to meet your mother.”
She looked shocked and the frown did disappear then. Her forehead crinkled as tiny lines ran through the skin. “What?”
“I’ve never wanted to hit a woman but for that, I’d like to.” He squeezed her hand. “Or maybe I would like to meet her and tell her how wrong she is about her daughter.”
“You really believe in me. You’d not just saying it.”
“Always. And I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”
Another swallow moved down her throat. And she moved closer to him. Took his head in her hands and brought his mouth down to hers.
His head swam in the feeling of her mouth on his. A kiss initiated by her. Her scent captivated him. Made every synapse in his body hum with anticipation. He staked his own claim on her mouth. Their mouths grew more and more frantic toward the other.
He was breathless when she pulled away from him. “Baxter?”
“Yeah?”
“Are Joel and Sam really done for the night?”
He nodded. He still tasted her on his lips. He could still feel her lips under his. His cock felt so hard, it might explode. He might explode with all these sensations coursing through his body.
She took his hand. “Take me to your room, Baxter. Take me to your bed.”
His mouth dried out completely. He’d had enough fantasies about this moment that he had to be sure this wasn’t one of them. “Just to be sure. You want me…”
“I want you.” She hesitated but tugged on his hand. “I want you to make love to me. Tonight.”
“Okay.” He leaped to his feet, almost getting tangled in them and falling. Not now. He managed to get up without tripping and kept his hand in hers. “Let’s…”
She stopped him when she got to his door. “I need to tell you something. I’m not doing this—”
He didn’t let her finish but placed his mouth on hers and ate her words. He didn’t know what she was about to tell him nor did he care. He could only think about one thing. Consuming her. Having sex with her.
He swooped her up in his arms.
“Baxter! I’m way too heavy.”
He shushed her and swung her through the doorway without hitting her on the doorframe. Yay for him.
She glanced around his dark room as he cut on a light and locked the door behind him. It was a mix of science fiction toys and computers. She chuckled as her fingers went over his Star Wars clock.
He felt sort of like Luke must have when he’d held his first light saber in Star Wars. This was going to change his life. He kept his gaze on her and made sure she was watching. He lowered his hands to his shirt and began undoing the buttons.
Without a word, Anna Marie came over to him and began undoing the buttons herself. “I should have told you before. I should tell you…”
He shook his head. “Later.” He didn’t want to mess this moment up with words. Words had a way of biting him in the ass. He didn’t have the brain for words. Not with most of his blood having hightailed it down south.
She reached the end of his shirt and she pulled it free from his jeans. He felt the slide of the material.
The shirt hung open, baring his chest to the coolness of the air. Left it vulnerable to the touch of the woman in front of him. God how he wanted her to touch him. He’d dreamed of this moment for three solid years. Since the first time he’d seen her, he’d wanted her. Now, he was about to have her. He shivered from head to his toes. He was about to have her.
One of her hands came up and pressed against his skin. “You’re so warm.” Her hand felt lava-like against his skin. And satisfying as she stroked him.
“You make me hot.” And filled with lust. And a dozen other things he couldn’t name. He’d never felt like this before. He felt out of control and wild, yet in control at the same time. How could she do that?
Her other hand came up and she explored his chest with careful hands. Such a delicate touch. She roamed her hands around his chest.
Each time they touched his nipples, he sucked in a breath. He hadn’t known they could react like this to a single touch.
Her hands lowered to his stomach and stroked the bottom of his belly. He sucked it in, enjoying the feel of her hands on him.
“You’re in great shape.” Her voice sounded wowed as though she couldn’t believe it. “You have a nice body.” A blush moved up her cheeks.
Guess all those bike rides with Joel had paid off.
Chapter Seven
Baxter waited patiently as Anna Marie tugged on the button to his jeans until it finally released. She unzipped it and then let her hand play in the hair there, tickling his chest. It was a good tickle, even though he wanted more of her touch. He would never tire of her touching him. Ever.
He reached out and stroked her face with his hand. She nuzzled into him like a cat seeking affection. Her skin ran soft against his fingers.
He half turned, keeping her hands on him but narrowing the distance between them so he could feel the heat of her body. He rubbed his hands over her shoulders and arms and they came to rest on the bottom of her shirt.
He slowly grasped the bottom of each side with careful fingers. He kept his gaze on her the whole time. He was waiting for her to stop him. Surely this couldn’t be about to happen. He wasn’t dreaming, was he? No this was too real to be a dream.
She couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from his face either. Her somber eyes watched his every move.
He slowly lifted up the shirt, inch by precious inch. One word from her and he’d let it go and go back to his dreams.
She didn’t say a word to stop him. Instead, she moved her hands away from him, lifting them over her head to help him get her shirt off.
The garment went up over her head and cleared her hands. He tossed it to the floor and gazed at her lusciousness.
Beautiful.
She wore a plain white bra that brought out what little tan she had. Her skin was only slightly tanned, a step above milky white. A few freckles dotted her flesh. The bra was the only thing that marred seeing all her. It was the only thing that stood between him and seeing her breasts.
Which he desperately wanted to see.
He moved against her again and lowered his mouth to hers. He still couldn’t believe he was kissing her.
She let out a soft sigh, parting her lips just so for him to take full advantage of her wonderful mouth.
The kiss started out as a gentle exploration but he couldn’t get enough of her. He indulged in her taste. No confection could taste any sweeter.
His hands stroked her shoulders and her back before settling in the center of her spine. He searched for the clasp for her bra. Where was the damn thing? It had been a long time since he’d done this. Hell, truth was he’d never undressed a woman like this. He had no practice. No finesse. She was definitely going to know him as a geek if he couldn’t even find a damn bra clasp. He wanted her bra off. How to get there?
Her mouth broke from his. She stepped back an inch from him. Her gaze met his and she smiled. “Front.”
For a minute, he had no clue what she was talking about. Then he realized what she was saying. It was a front bra clasp. That was why he hadn’t been able to find it. She had known he was looking for it. She knew him pretty well. A wonderful yet scary thought that she could read him like this.
Her hands shook a little as they came up in front of her. She fumbled with the clasp until finally she undid it. She shrugged the bra from her shoulders and let it fall behind her on the floor.
He couldn’t speak. Not with her lovely breasts bared in front of him. They were magnificent globes. Firm. Rosy tipped nipples. They were even better looking than he’d imagined and he had a mighty
fine imagination.
She was looking at him expectantly as though waiting for him to say something. Her face scrunched up and she bit her lip. Was she nervous?
Like he could talk right now. Not with the limited blood supply available to his head. Most of it was rushing around his incredibly hard cock. He had even less brain power than he’d had before.
So instead of talking, he moved forward and showed her with his mouth how much he liked how she looked. He claimed her mouth with a vengeance and wouldn’t let go. He kissed her until they were both panting and breathless. His heart raced through his chest like he was in the lead lap of a video game.
He lowered his head some more and took one pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking it in. He’d wanted to taste her skin forever. Her taste enthralled him and made him want even more. Not to mention her reactions spurred him on.
She gasped and arched her body toward him as if she needed his touch. Her hands fisted in his hair as he suctioned his mouth around her.
He bit gently and she made a sound between a hiccup and a moan. Her back arched and her body shivered.
Her nipples were sensitive. Good to know for future reference. He’d have fun using that to his advantage.
He moved to the other nipple and bit while sucking it into his mouth. Not hard. Just a nip.
She wailed a breath that sounded like she might be having an asthma attack or was gushing air from her lungs.
He tried to lift his head but she yanked on his hair, keeping him down there. He took the hint and continued until she was writhing in his arms. He moved away from her, separating her hand from his hair.
Her breath came in gasps and pants. She took a deep gasp that almost seemed to choke her. Her hands went down to her pants. Keeping her eye level with his, she undid the snap to them.
The promised land was about to be revealed. Or at least, that’s what it felt like. His mouth dried out. He’d never thought this would ever happen. He still couldn’t get over that it was. He lowered his hands to his pants. He was offering quid pro quo. What she did, he would do.
She nodded as though he’d spoken the words. But he hadn’t, yet she’d understood him. She seemed to get him better than anyone else had. She tugged on one side, pulling it down a little.
He mirrored her actions.
As she slipped down her pants further, so did he. He pulled underwear down too just as she did. Luckily they’d taken off shoes earlier when they’d been gaming and didn’t have to worry about those.
In tandem, they shrugged clothes over their feet to the floor.
She blew out a breath, looking over at him. “Wow.” It seemed like a good thing for her to say.
He enjoyed the way her waist went into full hips and an ass that was kissable. Nippable. Yes, she definitely “Got Back” as the song by Sir Mix A Lot and covered by Jonathon Coulton said. The lyrics praised butts, particularly ones that were bodacious. “Yeah, wow.”
She continued to breathe slowly and they stood there, looking at each other’s naked bodies. She was the first to break the silence. “So, do we get into bed now?”
He chuckled. Neither of them seemed to be an expert on this. “I say, yeah.” He moved toward the bed and changed direction. He brought up his computer screen.
“What are you doing?”
He ticked a few keys. “Going to play music.” That should cover any noise they made. He turned the volume down low and set it on an instrumental track.
“What is that?”
“The Empire Strikes Back soundtrack.” He moved from the chair, then paused. “Is there something else you’d rather hear?”
Her laughter was light as a bell. “No. That’s fine.”
He moved to the side of the bed opposite from her and pulled back the covers. He slipped into the coolness of his sheets.
She smoothed a hand down the mattress. “No Star Wars sheets.”
“Nah. They’re in the laundry.”
Which made her laugh even more. “You’re something else.” She reached up to stroke his face, touching along his jaw line.
Her touch sent his skin into an electrified zone again. It was as if he’d touched an electric transformer.
She moved toward him and kissed him gently. Sweetly. Tenderly. Her hand urged him forward toward her.
He didn’t have to be told twice. He moved toward her and their bodies came together in a satisfying joining. She felt hot. Smooth. Bumpy. Everything all at once. He wanted to be all and end all in her.
His hand came up to her breast. He hesitated only a moment before touching her gently. He tweaked a nipple.
She whimpered and her hips bucked against him as if she wanted to be closer than ever to him.
She didn’t stop him.
Even though he half still expected her to halt any progress they made. He kept waiting but so far she gave no sign that she was thinking about not going further.
He pulled his mouth from hers and lowered it to her breast. He needed to taste them again. Taste her again.
She was as good as he remembered.
He sucked her into his mouth and laved his tongue around her. Her nipple was already pebbled against his tongue.
Her hips lifted off the bed as he threw his leg over her.
She ran hands through his hair, almost painfully as she tugged on the strands. He ignored the pain and move to the other breast.
Some more of the same treatment before he moved down along her torso to her belly. He nipped and laved small kisses against her skin.
Took a deep breath.
He hadn’t done what he was about to do a lot. But he’d heard what experience didn’t get you, exuberance did. He had plenty of that. He couldn’t wait to taste her. He licked to the start of her pubic hair.
She sucked in, creating a cavern in her stomach.
He moved down with his tongue licking all the while. He found her pussy and sunk into her like a man eating his last meal. She could be his last meal and he’d die a happy man. Her scent filled his nostrils and her taste flooded his mouth.
Ecstasy.
He speared her, going all the way up inside her channel before coming back out to circle around her clit like someone playing chase.
Her hips tried to lift off the bed and he held her down.
He wasn’t the least bit gentle as he consumed her pussy, licking and tasting in every place he could find. Then he centered on the bundle of nerves and ate her up.
Her body tensed. She shook all over like an earthquake was breaking out from within her.
He doubled his efforts.
Her cry was as loud as a seabird on the ocean. She almost came off the bed and gigantic pants followed the shriek.
He’d made her orgasm. Climax. He’d done that.
She continued to shake and breathe deeply as he moved away from her pussy. Her juices still covered his mouth and tongue. He liked them there.
“You killed me. I hope you know where to hide the body.”
He chuckled as he swiftly moved up to look her in the eye. “I have only just started with you.” He planned to do things like this to her as long as she’d let him.
“Be still my heart.”
He leaned over her, kissing her. Did she taste herself on him?
He broke from the kiss and went up on his arms as much as he could manage before he gently slid himself toward her. He wanted to watch her face as he entered her. He quickly slid on the condom he’d retrieved from his nightstand.
She parted her legs and her lips at the same time.
He took full advantage of both. He put his mouth on hers at the same time his cock went into her delightful pussy.
Her eyes widened and then rolled back in her head. Her outburst was a cross of a moan and a grunt.
He slid in and out, taking his time and working up to what would be a faster pace. After all, he had all the time in the world.
Only it didn’t seem that way. The tension grew within him to frustrating levels as he kept up his
penetration.
His possession.
This woman was his. Through and through.
When a keening sound broke from her lips and her muscles clenched around him in mid-stroke, he lost it.
His orgasm consumed him much like he’d consumed her pussy. He lost himself within her walls, loving the feel of her around him as his climax took control.
He fell on her, spent and panting. His heart was racing like an onboard motor. Like a tank in Halo.
She gently rolled him from her and took off the condom. She wrapped it in a tissue and tossed it in his trash.
He smiled at her. God, she was so beautiful. He’d never imagined feeling this way about her, even when he’d daydreamed about her all the time. The reality was better than a dream any day.
She stroked his face. “We need to talk…”
He nodded. “Talk…later.” He pulled her against him and she snuggled into his body, warming him with her heat.
“Later…”
He didn’t hear what else she said, losing himself in the feel of her body against his.
* * * *
Anna Marie came awake slowly. She was warm. She was encased in another person’s body. She felt safe for the first time in…ever.
She refused to open her eyes on the grounds that this nice dream might run away if she woke up. She’d take a few more minutes to luxuriate before the shrill alarm clock pulled her away from this bliss.
Only it wasn’t a dream.
The sensations were too real. The person draped around her was breathing. She could feel each lift of their skin.
She’d had sex with the code monkey and was waking up at his side. Great sex. Hot sex. Wonderful ass-kicking sex. She almost let out a giggle at that but stifled it as she didn’t want to wake him up.
Life was good.
Only she’d never talked to Baxter about Bob and about what she’d been sent there to do. She wasn’t going to do that now of course. She didn’t believe that Baxter could be responsible for the thefts and she wasn’t about to collect evidence against him.
Somehow, he’d wormed his way under all her defenses. She liked him more than any other man she’d ever met. She’d let him into her last night. Not just her body but her soul and dare she say it, the beginnings of her heart.
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