by HELEN HARDT
“Well, yeah.” She smiled. “It’s sitting right there on the table.”
“I haven’t looked at the bottle yet.” I pulled it toward me and turned it to read the label. “So I got it right. Ryan would be proud of me.”
“Yes, he’s the wine connoisseur in your family.”
I chuckled. “You have me at a severe disadvantage, don’t you? You know a lot about my family and a lot about me from your sessions with Talon. I have a lot of catching up to do to find out as much about you.”
“Me? I’m an open book.”
I couldn’t help a loud laugh that time. “Melanie, an open book you’re not. You are so closed off, you’re not just a closed book. You’re shrink-wrapped. Tell me, what’s eating at you?”
She cast her gaze downward.
Knife in gut. I felt really bad. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. After you made me dinner and everything.”
“Let’s eat. You don’t want your food to get cold, do you?”
Wow, she really was timid. And I thought I was closed off. I decided to leave it for now and just enjoy her company.
“This is good wine. I like a good Zin. I’ll bring you a bottle of Ryan’s Zin sometime. It’s great. He’s a master winemaker.”
She raised her eyes and met my gaze. Then she gave me a small smile. “I do enjoy a good bottle of wine.”
“Anything to get a smile out of you.” I smiled back. “You’re very beautiful when you smile.”
She closed her eyes, her long brown lashes lying against her creamy skin, and then opened them. Demurely.
My groin tightened again. She truly had no idea what she did to me, probably what she did to all men.
I took a bite of my chicken and decided to stop talking. Maybe then she would talk. But she seemed comfortable in silence. And the funny thing was, I was comfortable as well. Just being with her was comfortable. I didn’t feel like I had to make small talk. I loved that about her, because God, I hated small talk.
The food was good for takeout. I cleaned my plate in no time and helped myself to a second serving, first asking Melanie if she wanted any. She shook her head.
I topped off her wine glass and refilled mine. “You say you like a good bottle of wine. What’s your favorite?”
“I like all of it. Red and white. I guess I prefer red over white if I have to choose, but I like it all. My favorite of all is a good aged Cabernet Sauvignon.”
I nodded. “Yeah, Cab is great. I like wine too, but my drink of choice is a martini.”
She widened her eyes. Surely a martini couldn’t be that surprising. I cocked my head at her.
“That’s my drink of choice too. A martini. I mean, a real martini made with gin.”
I smiled. A woman after my own heart. “A vodka martini isn’t a martini.”
A broad grin split her face. “That’s exactly what I always say.”
“Well, Dr. Carmichael, I think we finally found something we have in common. Other than amazing sex.”
She blushed again. God, she was adorable.
“You know what I think?” I said.
“What?”
“I’m willing to bet we have even more in common, and I’m going to ferret everything out of you until I know you like the back of my hand and I can read you like a book.”
She cast her green gaze downward once more. She was so easy to embarrass. It had almost become a game with me. What could I do to embarrass her more?
She fidgeted with her napkin. “Are you still hungry? I have some chocolate ice cream in the freezer.”
I rose and stalked toward her, took her hand, and pulled her up. “I’m still hungry. But not for food.” I clasped her lithe body to mine and took her lips.
She sighed beneath me. I broke the kiss and gazed into her emerald eyes.
“Do you like kissing me, Melanie? Because I sure as hell like kissing you.”
Her answer was a moan, and I took her lips again. She tasted of the spicy wine and the zesty food we had just eaten. And she tasted of Melanie, sweet and succulent.
Without breaking the kiss, I backed her toward her bedroom door, into the room, and to the bed. Again without breaking the kiss, I spread the sides of her robe, brushing the satin fabric over her shoulders. My dick was hard against the denim of my jeans. I wanted her again. I had promised to go slow the next time, to savor every inch of her. I hadn’t yet tasted her most secret places.
But I couldn’t wait. I needed her now. Needed to be inside that hot little cunt. I reached into my pocket for my wallet. Thank God I normally carried two condoms and that I had resupplied after our first encounter at the hotel.
She looked into my eyes. “I… I’m on the pill. I have been forever. And I’m clean. I swear it.”
I flashed back to my conversation with Bryce earlier, how his Vegas showgirl had assured him he was on the pill. But Melanie didn’t strike me as the lying type. “You don’t want me to wear a condom?”
“I’m saying you don’t need to. If you’re clean.”
My heart nearly burst. To actually feel her silkiness with no barrier would be nirvana. “I swear, Melanie. I’m clean too.”
That was for sure. I hadn’t had a woman in so long, I was surprised sex hadn’t changed.
I shed my jeans quickly, and my cock stood straight out. I knew I was large, even larger than what was normally considered large. She’d been able to take me. She fit me perfectly. I couldn’t wait to feel every tiny ridge inside her sweet channel.
I pushed her onto the bed and touched her between her legs.
Wet and silky. She was ready for me.
I sank into her.
Fuck. She felt amazing. I thrust into her again.
Bliss. Had I ever used that word before in my life? Now was a good time to start. I had just had her an hour ago, and already I was prepared to spill. This time, without the restriction of the latex barrier between us, I felt every crevice, ridge, every bit of soft suction. And I couldn’t help myself. My balls bunched up, and the tiny seizures started low.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I wish I could last longer, but oh my God.” I thrust into her with one powerful plunge, spilling into her deepest recess.
She exhaled beneath me, her forehead beaded with sweat.
She hadn’t had an orgasm. I’d been so selfish. Again.
“Sweetheart, thank you for indulging me. And now”—I licked my lips—“I’m going to make it up to you.”
Chapter Fourteen
Melanie
Jonah’s cock was soft against my thigh. He moved toward me and kissed me—a gentle kiss this time, not the frantic, ferocious kiss he usually gave me. Now that he’d taken his sexual edge off, maybe he truly did want to see to my pleasure.
And I would let him.
He broke the kiss and inhaled, looking down at me. His eyes were nearly black and full of fire. “My God, you’re beautiful, Melanie. You look like an angel.”
An angel I was not, but I didn’t want to ruin this moment.
“And you look like the devil,” I said.
He raised his eyebrows.
“I mean that in a good way. There’s a darkness in you, Jonah, a darkness I seem to be drawn to, that I can’t say no to.”
He smiled then. “As long as you can’t say no.” He trailed kisses across my cheek to my earlobe, where he nibbled, and then he thrust his tongue into my ear canal.
I shivered all over, oozing between my legs.
Then he trailed his tongue down my neck and inhaled. “Mmm, you always smell like lavender.”
Lavender was my favorite fragrance and flower. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed the lavender plant on my night table. He was probably getting a good whiff from that as well.
He inhaled again. “I’ll never get tired of your scent.”
He continued to trail his lips down, over my shoulders, down my arms. He kissed each fingertip of my left hand and then went back up my arm. He kissed my chest and then stopped for a moment a
nd cupped my breasts.
I’d always felt woefully inadequate in that area, but he eyed them lasciviously, licking his lips.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to taste those red nipples.” He gave my left breast a slap.
I gasped. It didn’t hurt, actually. It just felt…different. And I was very afraid of different. Melanie Carmichael was a good girl. I grabbed his hand. “I…”
“What?”
“I’d rather you not do that. No one’s ever…done that to me during sex.”
“You don’t like it?”
I couldn’t say I disliked it. I just wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Mostly just uncomfortable. But how could I explain that to him? “I just would rather you not slap me. Period. On my breasts, my butt, anywhere.”
“All right, Melanie.”
Now I felt terrible. “I know a lot of women like it. But for now, please. Just don’t.”
He rolled over onto his back. Shit, now I’d done it. He wouldn’t want me anymore. Well, if he couldn’t have sex without a slap, maybe we weren’t meant to be together. We hardly knew each other, after all.
I looked over at him. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. I just…like that. That’s all.”
“I know. That’s obvious. I just don’t have any experience with that kind of…sex. And I’d rather not do it. At least not right now.”
“You want me to leave?” he asked.
“Of course not. I want you to stay. I want you to do what you promised me but without slapping me.”
His eyes were laced with something I couldn’t read. He turned on his side and propped his head in his hand. This was the darkness I knew resided within him. Darkness that I was both drawn to and afraid of. The darkness that called to me. One day, I knew I would succumb to it. But I had to be ready.
He still hadn’t said anything.
“You don’t have to do anything,” I said. “I’m sorry if I spoiled the moment.”
“You didn’t spoil it.” He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.
At least he wasn’t leaving. He was a better person than I was. I had sneaked out after that first time. It had been a coward’s way out, and I’d felt like shit for doing it. I had to do something to lighten up the mood here. I gazed at his tense body, so perfect. From his angled masculine jawline, his rugged silvery stubble, his long wavy dark hair, his broad shoulders, just the right amount of chest hairs scattered over his flat nipples, and his gorgeous rippled abs. His nest of black curls, and his flaccid cock, looking ever so normal, a far cry from how massive he was erect. His thighs were big and strong too, leading down to sleek calves and oddly smooth feet for such a rugged man.
What could I do to make this situation better?
And then I knew.
I crawled down to his waist, nestled between his legs, and took his soft cock between my lips, watching his face.
His eyes shot open. I let his cock drop, and I smiled without saying anything.
I sucked it between my lips, swirled my tongue around the head, and soon he began to grow within my mouth.
He was large, and a blow job would be difficult, but I was determined. He continued to grow. There wouldn’t be any deep-throating, but I could still give him a blow job, and that was exactly what I intended to do. I licked up and down his large shaft, pausing at his balls and sucking each one into my mouth.
He groaned above me.
I worked back up to the glans and gave it tiny little sucks, tightening my tongue and forcing it into the tiny slit. Then I thrust down, taking him as far as I could, ignoring the gag reflex.
I was impressed with myself. I made it farther than halfway down before I had to come back up. I gave him more soft sucks of the top of his cockhead and then went back to tiny kisses, pointing my tongue and fucking his tiny opening. He tasted of salt and clove, of male musk and leather. Delicious.
“God, Melanie, you give fucking great head.”
I’d never considered fellatio among my talents, but if he liked it, all the better. I was aching for him to return the favor. Years had passed since a man had gone down on me, and I knew on instinct that Jonah would be great at it.
To make up for my inability to take it down my throat, I lubed him up good with saliva and then added my hand so I could get all the way down to the base. Once I started that, he stopped me.
“No, I can’t come again until you do.” He sat up, grabbed me by the shoulders, and pushed me down on the bed so I was lying flat on my back.
“Where did I leave off? Yes, these gorgeous nipples.” He lowered his head and kissed one of them. Instantly it hardened even further. He cupped both breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipple. I sucked in a breath. He continued kissing my nipple, and when he started sucking, I nearly lost it.
“That feels so good,” I said.
“Beautiful,” he murmured against my chest. Then he moved to the other nipple and sucked while thumbing the first. He sucked me gently, though a little harder as time went on, but I wanted more.
“Harder,” I said.
He obeyed, still not to the point where I wanted though. Had I done myself a disservice? Perhaps he was afraid to get a little firmer with my nipples, given that I didn’t want him smacking me. So I grabbed his head, and he dropped my nipple with a soft pop.
“Look at me, Jonah. I’m not fragile. I won’t break. I want you to suck on my nipples, bite, even pinch a little. I like it.”
He didn’t smile, but he did get back to work. He sucked a little harder, even nibbled a bit. Well, we’d work on it. Right now another part of me was craving his attention.
“My p-pussy, Jonah. I want you to eat my pussy.”
Never in my life had I said those words to a man, and I was no doubt seventy different shades of crimson, saying them now. He left my nipples and kissed his way down to my patch of blond curls.
“You’re beautiful. Au naturel, just the way I like it.” He fingered my blond hair. “Oh, baby, I want this pussy. I’m going to eat all of that cream out of you and make you come and come and come, until you plead with me to stop.”
I wasn’t used to his blunt language, but I found it turned me on. He started slowly, sliding his tongue up and down my wet slit. Then he swirled his tongue around my clit, and I nearly lost it right there. It had been so long since anyone had licked me between my legs. So very long. Too long.
“You taste so good, sweetheart.”
“Works for me,” I murmured.
I began moving my hips, rubbing myself against his lips, his stubble. My God, it felt so good. I shuddered, and goosebumps erupted all over me. My nipples were tight, my nerves on edge. So good, so good, so good, and then he sucked on my clit and slid two fingers into my channel.
I lost it.
The orgasm hit me with such force, I nearly couldn’t take it. I climaxed around him, trembling, and as he pumped into me with his fingers, nudging my G-spot, I went crazy.
“That’s it. Come for me. Keep coming. Keep coming.”
When I started to come down from the euphoria, he began licking my lips again. He pulled my labia into his mouth and tugged. And then he sucked my clit. It was sensitive from my orgasm, but it still felt good. He slurped as he ate me, and everything from his head bobbing between my legs to the sucking sounds he made with his mouth against my flesh made my skin sizzle. He flicked his tongue in and out of me, and then he moved my legs farther forward and licked my ass.
This was new, and I wasn’t wholly comfortable, but I didn’t want to stop him. Last time I had stopped him from doing something, he’d frozen for a bit.
So I let him lick my puckered hole, and I found, oddly, that I enjoyed it.
“It’s a gorgeous little ass you have,” he said. “And God, this pussy, as ruby red as your other lips.” He sank into me again, tickling me, sucking at me. “I could eat you all day. You taste so fucking good.”
Soon I was starting on my second orgasm, and when he thrust hi
s fingers into me again, I soared. My nipples tightened, and all my energy came from the outside in, centering in my pussy, helping me fly.
And then I started to come again.
This man had made me multi-orgasmic—something I’d never thought could happen to me—and my God, it was thrilling.
He continued sucking me, biting my labia, swirling his tongue around my butthole, all the while finger-fucking me in and out and in and out and then pushing up against my G-spot. So, so good.
“You like this, baby? You like how I eat your pussy?”
Again his blunt, graphic words drove me insane, and I started on yet one more climax.
“That’s it, baby. You just keep on coming. Come for me. Only for me. God, you’re so hot. That’s right, sweetheart. That’s it.”
I screamed this time, clutching at the comforter. My hips were moving wildly, and I was grinding against his face.
He continued eating me, and the orgasms kept coming, coming, coming…
Until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“God, Jonah, stop.”
I raised my head a bit to look up, and he was smiling between my legs, his fingers still pumping in and out of me.
“I told you I’d eat you until you pleaded for me to stop.”
I giggled. “Yes, you did say that.”
“I’m hard as a rock right now, Melanie. I need you. Soon.”
“My legs are spread, and I know I’m wet as hell. What’s stopping you?”
He lunged forward and pressed into my heat.
I was so sensitive, even a slight nudge of his cock against my clit and I was close to coming again.
He slid right in, absolutely no resistance. I was so slick that I could take that large cock with no trouble at all.
He pumped above me, looking into my eyes, his own blazing with flames. “God, Melanie, you feel so good.”
“So do you,” I said. “God, so do you.”
He thrust in and out, hard, and with each thrust, I grew more and more certain of three things.
I had never had sex like this.
I had never known a man like Jonah Steel.
And I would never know a man like him again.
