My face instantly heated when I thought about the sheet of fantasies I’d given Will, aka Calvin. “I thought you were shredding that document.”
He cupped my face. “Nope. Your fantasy items are on my mind constantly, and especially after last night.”
My eyes went wide. “What?”
He sighed. “I don’t know how to explain this without it coming across creepy, but I’ll try. When I first met you years ago during the interview for the model shoot, I thought you were absolutely stunning. I mean, who wouldn’t? Then when I got to know you through our mutual friends at various events, I learned you were nice, classy, and I respected the hell of you. But I completely thought you were way out of my league.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because you seemed perfect, and it was intimidating as hell.”
I scoffed. “Nobody is perfect.”
He nipped the sensitive spot behind my ear and whispered huskily, “No, they aren’t. But when I put the adventure-seeking Kat together with the Catherine I knew, I started to have ideas about you. You all prim and proper tied to the bed at my mercy, you on all fours while I pleasure you with toys you’ve never heard of, or you screaming my name while I have you for the first time here.” His hands dropped and squeezed my backside.
Holy crap. My body’s agenda overrode my brain and I was shaking with desire instead of mortified by his recollection of my written-down secret desires. I wasn’t sure who moved first, but at once we were a collision of lips, tongues, and hands.
We couldn’t get undressed fast enough, frantic for the skin-on-skin contact. It felt like we were starved for each other. My body didn’t know how to respond to the overwhelming feeling of having him hold me, touch me, and kiss me with such unbridled passion. All it knew was I needed more.
He finally broke away to grab something out of his suitcase. I quickly realized it was a box of condoms.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I was clean and on the Pill, but then I stopped myself. Get a grip, Catherine, this wasn’t a relationship. This was short-term casual sex, which meant condoms. And judging from the size of the box he plunked down on the nightstand, a lot of them.
“Where’d you go?” he queried, meeting my eyes.
I shook off my relationship-esque thoughts and ran my hands down his chest. “I was wondering if you remembered everything on my list,” I fibbed, trying to recall what all I’d written down.
“Item number four, I believe, said have a man eat you like he knows what he’s doing.”
He remembered the number? “Um, I’m reasonably certain it said for a man to go down on me like he wants to.” Although I kind of preferred his version better.
“That’s a matter of interpretation because I’ve thought of the taste of you for weeks. And now I have a new use for this little magic eight ball.”
“What?” I squeaked and felt his shoulders shake in laughter before he could breathe enough to recover and talk.
“Damn, you have a dirty mind. I was simply intending to ask it if we should scratch number four off your list. But don’t you worry; appropriate sexual toys will be used at a later time.”
I shivered with the promise and then watched him reach over to the table and grab the magic eight ball out of my purse.
Grinning mischievously, he shook it up. “Magic ball, I was thinking about spending the next hour devouring Catherine’s pussy. Do you agree?”
I swore if the ball said no, I was chucking that fucker out the window.
***
Will took a languid approach of pulling off my thong slowly and then laying me out on the bed. But if I’d thought he’d get right to the point, I was wrong. Instead, he first lavished attention on my breasts, taking each nipple between his teeth. I squirmed under his touch, eager for more.
Holy hell, I thought, feeling his diabolical tongue travel south over my stomach. Then his mouth blew warm air on the most intimate part of me. If ever there was a lesson to be learned, it was that age did not equal skill because when his mouth descended, I had to grab the sheets with both hands to keep from bucking off the bed. He knew exactly where to suck and lick, firing all nerve endings clear down to my toes. But as soon as I would feel my climax start to build, he would pull back, turning attention on my inner thighs, then over my hips.
“You’re torturing me,” I panted and saw his face look up with a grin.
“Absolutely. But I promise it’ll all be worth it, love. You taste incredible. So good, in fact, I may take the full hour.”
I whimpered when his finger entered me, finding a balance between the soreness from last night and the exquisite pleasure he was inflicting now. Intense, delicious heat washed over me. “Will…”
“I love it when you say my name on a moan like you can’t help yourself.”
He inserted another finger, curling both up inside of me, finding the-elusive-up-until-now-spot which made my eyes roll back. Once his mouth joined the assault again, I was done for, completely toppling over the edge with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced. Forget stars; all I saw was white heat that completely obliterated every thought in my brain along with the ability to function.
His smiling face hovered over mine when I finally opened my eyes. “You doing okay?”
I nodded. “Was I loud?”
He smirked. “Uh-huh, and I enjoyed every minute of it. And maybe the surrounding hotel guests did as well.”
I covered my face with my hands. “Oh, God.”
“I think that’s what you said, over and over again.” He laughed, a musical sound which was both husky and carefree.
Peeling my hands away, I realized that if he found it amusing, I could too. You know, being it was such a sacrifice and all. Tentatively, I leaned up onto my elbows and met his lips, enjoying the growl in his chest when I went all in with my tongue, not minding the sweet and salty taste of myself on his lips. If anything, it made the moment more erotic. By the time he rolled the condom on and entered me, I was already on the precipice of another climax.
As we lay there minutes after we’d both gone over the edge with our orgasms, spoon-like and catching our breath, I realized he was growing hard behind me.
“You’re ready to go again?” I asked incredulously, not sure he’d ever softened.
He chuckled, running his hands down my hips. “There are some advantages to being with a man in his twenties, you know.”
I heard the tear of foil and then gasped when he entered me from behind. “I don’t seem to remember that perk, even when I was in my twenties and dating guys the same age.”
His breath tickled my ear while his fingers found my most sensitive spot. The combination of him deep inside of me while playing with my clit ignited my body. But he wouldn’t let me move. Instead his one arm held me to him, ensuring I couldn’t wiggle against him but could only be at his complete mercy.
“You were clearly with the wrong men, then. And we’re only getting started. Now, tell me you’re going with me tomorrow,” he insisted, moving an inch.
“You’re muddling with my decision-making powers,” I mumbled, squirming with anticipation.
“Nope, I’m only ensuring we have a full week of this to look forward to.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I’d never been a participant in a sex marathon. But considering that I’d lost track of the number of orgasms I’d been on the receiving end of and that we’d barely taken the time to eat room service over the last twenty-four hours, I could definitively say I’d now been properly inducted.
As I came out of the lust-filled haze in order to get in a rental car with Will for the two-hour drive, I started to have second thoughts about agreeing to meet his family.
He, on the other hand, didn’t appear anxious at all about the prospect as he pulled out onto the highway. “I missed driving on the proper side of the road.” He grinned, looking positively striking with his sunglasses on and sexy forearms on display.
“Wha
t makes the left side proper?” Not that I was particularly defensive of the American way of driving. I didn’t own a car or drive all that often, living in Manhattan. But he’d resided in both countries, so I was curious.
He shrugged. “I guess it’s because I only drove for a year in California before moving here where I drove for a few years. Being in New York, I don’t drive at all now, and I miss it.”
I nodded and then finally decided to blurt out what was on my mind. “You know, maybe instead of staying with your family, I should get a hotel room.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Isn’t it a little heavy for you to be bringing someone home to meet them?” I wasn’t an expert on casual sexual relationships, but wasn’t one of the rules not to involve family?
Shrugging, he didn’t seem fazed in the least. “I already told my mom you were coming. Plus, I met your parents, so what’s the big deal?”
“We weren’t sleeping together then.”
He chuckled. “But they thought we were, despite you telling them we were only friends. Now we’re still friends but with the added benefit of sex. At any rate, you’d be doing me a favor by coming with me.”
I looked at him skeptically. “How do you figure?”
He let out a sigh. “Sometimes it’s uncomfortable around my mum because I left when I was ten. Instead of going home, like most kids do, I’m visiting. Anyhow, having you there would help because she wouldn’t insist I stay in their house, which would make things even more awkward for me. Plus, she wouldn’t keep pestering me about settling down, either.”
I could definitely relate, given my own mother. “Is California home with your dad?”
He shook his head, obviously not willing to talk about it.
It made me sad to think of him not feeling like he had an actual place to call home.
“And before you ask, we’ll stay together in the same cabin. We’re adults, and I’m not sneaking around as if we aren’t.”
Huh, I liked that he wasn’t the type of guy who regressed while around his family. Instead, he was kind of acting all alpha which had me instantly hot and bothered. I forgot my original doubts for the moment. “Okay. So do they stay on the property?”
“Yeah, there’s a caretaker’s house about a mile from the cabins. That’s where they’ve lived the last few years. It’s small but cozy. Business is crazy during the summer months, which is winter for the US, but this time of year, they’re mainly doing repairs and maintenance to get ready for the season. My stepdad does most of the manual labor whereas my mum cleans and does some of the cooking.”
“And how far away does your brother, Thomas, live?” He’d mentioned he was in a facility, but I wondered if it was close by.
“I can’t believe you remembered his name.” He squeezed my leg affectionately. “He’s twenty minutes north. Close enough my mum can go visit, but far enough where she doesn’t fuss over him daily. He enjoys feeling independent. If you want, and only if you want, you could go with me to see him one of the days, but I’ll warn you it’s not always comfortable—he has a hard time speaking, and I haven’t seen him in a year. But my mum said he’s getting good care.”
His vulnerability and insecurity about the situation was endearing, but before I could respond, he went on.
“And speaking of my mother, she obviously doesn’t know about me working at Club T or that I had my appendix removed, and I don’t wish to tell her because she’ll worry about the money. And now I’m rambling. Sorry.”
It was clear he was nervous. “I won’t tell her anything, and although I’d be honored to meet your family, I wouldn’t be offended if you don’t feel comfortable with it.” Our ‘short-term-whatever the hell you’d call it’ relationship was far from conventional. We’d started with sharing personal details and he’d already met my parents, but even so, the last thing I wanted to do was make things more awkward.
“If you come with me, I’ll make it worth your while. Promise.” His hand found mine over the console, and his baby blues glanced over.
But would I be able to keep things in the ‘casual only’ box while we slipped into this new territory? I wanted to, but I was anxious. I’d never been the type of woman to sleep with someone who I wasn’t in a committed relationship with. My feelings between physical and emotional were so entwined that I worried about what this week might do to further the entanglement. But considering the alternative would have me giving up the best sex of my life, well, it might be a risk worth taking.
“Do you ever have a woman tell you no?”
“Not the smart ones,” he quipped, causing me to shake my head and laugh.
We drove over the next couple of hours, chatting here and there, but both being content to enjoy the countryside as we proceeded out of the city and into more of a rural setting. I also took the opportunity to check my emails, not sure who I was more surprised to hear from: my ex-husband saying he needed to see me again or the match maker with two possible matches. I sighed deeply, not wishing to respond to either.
“Work emails?” he questioned, glancing over.
I’d been typing out responses to both of them, explaining that I was out of the country. “Uh.” I’d always been a terrible liar, not that I attempted to do it a lot, but when I did, it was pretty much written all over my face. “Actually, one was from my ex-husband asking to see me. The other was from Melanie, who sent me a couple of new matches. I told them I was out of town.”
“What does he want?”
His protectiveness on my behalf regarding my ex made me smile. “There was a reason I changed his contact name in my phone because who the hell knows? My guess is it’s probably something else about the annulment, but I don’t know what he could possibly ask me to do. I’m certainly not giving money to the church to expedite it for him, and I told him I’m not returning until next week.” I refused to worry about it until then. I’d gone months without hearing from him, and suddenly I was on his speed dial?
“So what about Melanie? Did she send you anyone good?”
Talk about an uncomfortable question. I didn’t want to discuss possible matches with the man I’d been intimate with only hours ago. “I’m not sure. I didn’t look.”
“Because I’m here?”
He kept his eyes straight ahead on the road so I couldn’t get a read on him, but I certainly knew my own thoughts on the matter. Why in the world would I look at any other man but the gorgeous one in front of me? “Partially, yes. It makes it awkward. Don’t you think?”
He glanced over. “You’ll have to get over it because I have every intention of helping you once we return to New York.”
“That’s so not happening.” There was no way I was going out on a date and then, what, recapping with Will afterwards while in bed together? The vision made me sick to my stomach. Absolutely not.
“We had a deal.”
And we were right back to him working off his debt. “Yes, and one of the reasons I agreed to come here with you was to be done with it by the time we returned.”
“If you’re implying having sex with you is working off the money, then I’m going to pull this car over.”
I couldn’t help it; I giggled. “I’m not sure that came across as the threat you intended.” I watched him crack a smile. “Obviously, things have changed since we started sleeping together. Although, if we were moving down that route, it would already be paid off.”
“Was that a weird sort of compliment?” He seemed amused at the thought.
“Probably better than telling you that you’d have a looooong way to go.”
He chuckled.
I tried not to let it bother me that Will seemed more than fine, if not downright encouraging, to have me continue to date other men. I wouldn’t have felt the same in his shoes.
“I understand paying me back is important to you, so I’m not dismissing it, but it’s not going to be done by you helping me with dating any longer. And don’t take this the wrong way or thi
nk I’m making what’s between us more than what it is, but I’m not sure I’m all that anxious to get back to the dating world as soon as I return. I mean, can’t a woman have the best sex of her life for a few weeks before returning to reality?”
Part of me couldn’t believe I’d said that out loud, but then the other part was proud of myself. Open and honest communication to be certain our expectations were in sync. How was that for a novel concept?
“Best sex of your life, huh?”
It figured he’d hone in on that part. “As if you couldn’t tell last night or again this morning.”
He trailed a fingertip down the inside of my wrist, the motion both intimate and surprisingly seductive. “I can’t wait to be reminded. As for your point, you call the shots. If you’re okay with this once we return to New York, then we continue. But you’ll need to be honest with me about your limits. The last thing I want is for you to feel bad because you wish to date someone who could possibly be part of your long-term future. Like I said, so long as we have the same expectations and are having fun.”
I wasn’t sure I could be honest with myself about my limits, let alone about him. But I didn’t want to spoil our time together. After everything I’d been through, didn’t I deserve to enjoy this?
“I am having fun.”
He kissed my hand. “Good. Me, too, although I feel like a slacker only crossing one thing off your list so far.”
“Uh, two by my count, actually.”
He glanced over, clearly trying to recall what else.
“Multiple orgasms were on the list. Plus, you added some more items to it I hadn’t known I was missing.”
“Multiple orgasms shouldn’t have been a desire; they should always be a given. And what did we add? I’d like you to tell me all about it.”
I turned towards him in my seat, smiling. “Are you trying to get me to talk dirty to you?”
“Depends. Would it work?” His hand came over and rested on my thigh. “Remind me: was there anything on your list about fooling around in a car?”
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