“I may have an idea to remedy that. I received an email from Colby Singer earlier today. It was kind of strange, this coming from him, but anyhow, he’s setting up a foundation for kids with cancer. He asked if I could possibly do a charity fashion show.”
A smile stretched his face. “About time he did something to win the girl. So what’s your idea?”
“That you model for the charity show and waive your fee. Maybe recruit some fellow models, too. Wait, what girl is Colby trying to win?”
“Kenzie. And that’s something I’d donate my time to, anyhow. Plus, it’s not paying you back.”
“Yes, it is since I’d donate my own money to secure good models. Considering your asking price to do both a magazine spread and the show would be at least the amount owed, it works out. Hold up.” What he’d said finally sank in. “Colby is in love with Brian’s sister, Kenzie? But she’s in love with—” I was about to say someone else, but now it clicked that I’d read it wrong in Vegas.
“Him. Always has been.”
“Huh. I couldn’t be more clueless about recognizing such things. Seems I’m proven wrong yet again.” I broke away and took a seat on one of the chairs to remove my boots.
He crossed towards me, taking my foot and unzipping the boot to remove it gently. One and then the other, he massaged my arches, which at this moment was not only a turn-on, but was absolutely sigh-worthy it felt so divine.
“The guy friend you told me about at Club T who you kissed and subsequently found out was in love with someone else—That was Josh, wasn’t it?”
And just like that, my bubble of relaxation burst as I was reminded of something I’d confided to Calvin. I pulled my feet out of his grasp and sighed. “Way to ruin the moment.”
He shrugged, unregretful about the subject change. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. And if it makes you feel better, I kind of had a thing for Haylee for all of three seconds before I saw the way she and Josh were around one another.”
“Yeah, but that’s the difference. You saw it. I didn’t. But then again, I didn’t realize my own husband wanted out of the marriage until he told me he was leaving, either.” I should dub myself: ‘Clueless Catherine.’
He knelt down in front of me, placing his hands on either side of my face. “And you didn’t see me kissing you in a muddy field in Sydney?”
His thumb caressed my lower lip before he dipped his head and kissed me softly.
“No, I didn’t,” I whispered.
“I think the lesson here is we always should be clear about what we’re thinking, and right now I’m thinking it’s time to cross another item off your list.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Simply put, I was in heaven. Will had drawn me a hot bubble bath in the gorgeous, claw-foot bathtub and was now stepping in behind me. The only downside was that I didn’t get to feast my eyes on his delicious body by sitting in front of him, but there’d be plenty of time for that later.
The thing I was learning about the man was that he liked to vary the pace. One moment it was a frenzy, and the next he was taking his time. Although it would’ve been immensely satisfying to have him inside of me right now, there was something to be said for the unhurried way he went about foreplay.
“Penny for your thoughts.” He soaped my shoulders and then reached around to cup my breasts.
“I was thinking you’re very patient in your seduction.”
“Mm. Is that what I’m doing? Seducing you?” His fingers trailed down my stomach, causing my breath to catch.
“If I’m misreading these signs, then I may need some serious help,” I retorted dryly.
He chuckled. “I’d be happy to teach you. For example, if I were to reach down and touch you here—” His finger ghosted over my clit. “Then I think it’s safe to say I’m seducing you.”
“Oh, good. I got that one right, then.” I arched my hips at his next touch.
With him behind me, he had absolutely full access to my body, a situation of which he was quickly taking advantage. “Are you wet for me?”
“I’m in the tub, so….”
He nipped my shoulder, a smile evident in his voice. “Smart arse.”
I could feel him lean back, pulling me with him so I was practically lying on him.
“Open your legs for me.”
I let my knees fall to the sides of the tub and then felt his fingers travel between my lips before settling once again on my clit.
“This kind of wet is definitely not from the water,” he murmured while pinching one of my nipples and rubbing my clit at the same time. The two sensations caused me to suck in a breath and close my eyes.
“Tell me what inspired number seven on your fantasy list, to have someone talk dirty to you while you masturbated.”
“Y-y-you did.” Great, now I was stuttering.
“Me or Calvin?”
Was this a trick question? “Calvin, but your accent is even better.” I’d thought his voice was made for phone sex from the moment I met him at the club, but add the Australian accent to it, and the level of heat went from hot to scorching.
“Mm, good answer. I want you to touch yourself, gorgeous.”
The thing was I’d put that fantasy about phone sex on my list with the thought of doing so while traveling and away from my significant other. So Will wanting to do it in person was a lot more intimidating.
As if sensing my hesitation, he entwined his fingers with mine, moving them down to my heat. There he hooked a finger with two of his and put it up inside of me. “Feel how slick you are. This turns you on, doesn’t it?”
I nodded mutely.
His breath came hot and husky in my ear. “Circle your clit, love. Yeah, just like that. God, do you have any idea how sexy you are like this? How much it turns me on watching you?”
The sound of his voice had me picking up the pace, searching for release as I felt his hands slide down my breasts, teasing the nipples, then smooth down to grip my hips.
“Do you feel how hard you make me?”
“Yes, and I want you inside of me.” I tried to scoot back, wanting more, but he wasn’t having it.
“Not yet. First you’re going to come by your own hand.”
“I don’t know if I can.” It had been a miracle to do it with the help of a device, but this I wasn’t sure would happen even with his assistance.
“I know you can. Think of me sucking on your clit, licking down between your beautiful lips, then lower. Would you like that if I went lower?”
“Oh, God,” I moaned, his words conjuring up such a dirty, delicious fantasy.
“That’s it, Cath. You’re close, beautiful.”
I was beyond close, I was there, my orgasm taking me by surprise as it ripped through my body, causing my muscles to go taut and my hips to arch as I gave into the sensation.
My breathing was labored, and I practically purred when he whispered in my ear. “That was so fucking hot. I knew you could do it.”
He suddenly stood up, the water sloshing over the side with the movement, and climbed out. But before disappointment could set in that he was leaving me, he pulled me up and helped me step out with him.
“Let’s rinse, and don’t be getting any ideas in the shower as I have other plans.” While evading my reach, he turned on the water.
“I don’t think after our first time I’ll be able to shower again without getting ‘ideas.’”
His satisfied grin let me know how much he liked that thought. He made quick work out of rinsing us both and then took his time drying me from head to toe, kissing me along the way and in the process getting me completely worked up again.
At some point I realized that, although I was content with him leading this sexual progression, I was anxious to live out my earlier desire from the car ride.
“My turn to dry you.”
I took the towel out of his hands and spent an absurd amount of time rubbing it over his chest and arms as an excuse to linger over his body. I th
en moved down, watching his hooded eyes track every move and go wide when I sank to my knees.
Wasting no time, I took hold of his hardened cock, never having wanted to go down on a man like I did in this moment. While sliding my hand down to his base, I mouthed the crown, enjoying his hiss of breath at the contact and licking the drop at the tip as I’d described in the car. As I ran my free hand up his strong thighs, I could feel his muscles quiver beneath my fingertips. This encouraged me in my ministrations to open my mouth fully so I could take him all the way in.
“Cath,” he gasped, reaching down and running his hand through my hair and then pulling lightly as I started to bob up and down his shaft.
Hollowing my cheeks and pumping his length, I took him deeper, running my tongue up and down to supply more saliva. Pulling back a moment, I licked down further, lavishing attention on his balls. If his groans were any indication, he was enjoying this immensely. As I sucked them into my mouth, one by one, while I worked his length with my hand, I could feel his legs start to shake and knew he was close. Not wanting to miss a drop, I traded my hand for my mouth and swirled my tongue along the tip and underside.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he whispered hoarsely, causing me to look up.
I wanted nothing more than to see him fall apart at my hand. The thought propelled me to increase the cadence and take him deeper into my throat. My eyes were starting to water, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the giving of pleasure and his unfiltered response to it.
“I’m going to come,” he ground out, giving me a warning that wasn’t needed because I had no intention of denying myself the taste of him.
Instead, I made a moan of my own when I felt the first shot hit my tongue. The throbbing between my thighs had never been so intense. That’s how much it turned me on to suck him dry and swallow every last drop, licking the tip for good measure.
He lifted me up and, much to my shock, met my mouth in the hottest kiss in the history of them. The taste evidently didn’t bother him in the slightest, rather heightening the effect to beyond erotic when our tongues entwined. After walking me into the bedroom, he backed me up to the edge of the bed and pushed me lightly down onto the fluffy comforter.
He quickly grabbed a condom out of the outside pocket of his suitcase.
I watched with heavy eyes as he rolled it on while standing over me, hardly believing he was ready to go again as if I hadn’t just made him come minutes ago.
“Get on all fours and play with your clit again,” he instructed huskily and then watched me shift into position. “Do you have any idea how incredibly hot you are?”
“I didn’t until you.” No truer words had been spoken.
He moved behind me, but instead of feeling his hands, I was startled by the sensation of his tongue.
“I need a taste.” Spreading my knees further, he didn’t seem content with one and rubbed his tongue along the length of my slit, up and up, to exactly where he’d whispered in the tub.
I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the foreign sensation of first his tongue and then his finger, which trailed the wetness up to circle my back entrance.
“Of everything on your list, this is what I’ve been fantasizing about the most.”
“I’ve never done that,” I whispered, feeling an electric shock lance through me at the slight pressure of his finger coated in my arousal against the entrance.
“Me, neither, but I’ve always wanted to. Tonight, however, we’ll just play.”
He reached down, sweeping more wetness towards my rosette before pushing further with his finger at the same time he eased his cock into my pussy. The fullness coupled with the new sensation had me careening completely out of control. I was hardly able to support my own weight while an orgasm like nothing I’d ever felt before ripped through me. As the spasms overtook my body, I was aware of the slapping sounds of skin on skin and the feel of his one hand gripping my hip as he drove home, over and over. Then the sound of my name echoed around the room when he reached his own release with one last thrust.
***
Sunlight streamed across the bed, waking me from my coma-like sleep. Blinking, I let my eyes adjust to the light slowly before sitting up and taking a look around. Once again, I was naked in bed and Will was gone. But this time, instead of feeling weird about where we stood after amazing sex, I let the satisfaction from the previous night wash over me. Stretching like a cat, I wondered if I’d have time to do yoga today. I normally went three to four times a week and if I expected to keep up with a younger man, especially given the rate we’d been going, I might need to stay in shape.
Hearing the front door open, I pulled the sheet up to cover myself but then breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was Will. He was dressed in athletic gear and, from the look of the sweat on his brow, had just completed a workout.
“I brought you coffee with one of your stevia packets from your purse, and a touch of cream.”
It was exactly as I preferred it. “That’s really sweet of you. Did you go to the gym?” I took the mug of java from his hands and took my first sip.
“There’s no gym unless you travel twenty five minutes away, but I went for a run. Have to if I want to keep up with you.”
“Ha, I was thinking the same thing when it comes to me keeping up with you, especially since you’re in such amazing shape.”
He leaned forward, peeking down my sheet. “Yeah? You like my body?”
“I’m not sure like is a strong enough word about how I feel about your body,” I quipped and watched a slow smile spread across his face.
“How do you feel about joining it in the shower, then?” He stood up, lifting his sweatshirt over his head, showing off his delicious, glistening-with-sweat abs.
I flipped off the sheet and enjoyed the lust clouding his features when he took in my naked form. “What if I want your sweaty body on me here in the bed instead?”
He smirked. “You can’t help but rhyme, can you?”
I shook my head laughing. I could definitely get used to this playful side of me which seemed to come out with Will. It was obvious it had its benefits when he pounced on top of me.
By the time we finally got around to showering and then hopped in the car to drive up to the house, I was absolutely famished. “We’re not late for anything, are we?”
“No. My mum doesn’t keep a schedule. Plus, I told her you were still sleeping.”
“I feel bad having her do all the cooking.”
He shook his head. “Good luck trying to get her to do anything else. She isn’t happy unless she’s feeding someone, I promise.”
We walked in and, as predicted, Will’s mom wouldn’t hear of me helping out. Instead, she insisted I take a seat at the kitchen table.
“Would you care for some vegemite and toast?” Mary offered.
Not having a clue what she was asking, I looked at Will’s smiling face.
“Mum, most Americans haven’t heard of it, and the ones who have don’t really enjoy the taste.”
She directed her gaze on me. “What do you mean? You know the vegemite jingle, yeah?”
I shook my head, trying not to appear rude. “Sorry, no. I’m afraid I don’t.” Frankly, any food item which sounded like “termite” didn’t exactly inspire me to chow down.
“We’re happy little Vegemites, as bright as can be. We all enjoy our Vegemite for breakfast, lunch, and tea…” she prompted.
“No, sorry. But I’m happy to try anything. What’s it made from?”
“Fermented yeast,” Janet offered, scrunching up her nose with distaste.
“Don’t let her put you off, Catherine, as she’s the only Aussie for miles around who doesn’t like it,” Mary said.
“Then go ahead,” Janet returned. “Let her smell it and take a big old spoonful and see.”
“Nope, no smelling it, and you can’t eat it alone. You wouldn’t go putting a spoonful of ketchup in your mouth. Vegemite is meant to be spread on toast.”
Okay
, not being allowed to smell it wasn’t a good sign. Coupled with the word “fermented,” and I started to worry. When I saw the thick brown substance being slathered on toast, I looked towards Will, waiting for him to say “just kidding.”
Instead, he only said, “Go light with it, Mum.”
She smiled and put the slice on my plate. “I know she’ll love it.”
No pressure. I lifted it up to my mouth and watched Janet giggle. She apparently suspected something amusing was about to happen.
“Don’t put it too close to your nose,” she warned.
I took a bite and chewed slowly, taken aback with the salty, almost meaty taste. For some reason, it reminded me of beer, maybe because of the yeast. “Um, it’s not terrible,” I offered and reached for my coffee to wash it down. Oh, no, the coffee was a mistake. The sweetness and creamer did not mix well with the strong taste of the toast.
Will chuckled. “Probably should’ve warned you about that combo with the sugar. You want some water?”
I stood up from the table, trying not to lick my napkin like a little kid in order to get the taste off my tongue. I managed a nod and took the water gratefully.
“Who is why the hell is he calling me now?” Janet questioned, glancing at the phone I’d placed on the table, which was now vibrating.
Will rolled his eyes. “Catherine’s ex-husband again. I thought you told him you were out of the country.”
I couldn’t answer right away because I was too focused on the way Will’s mother’s face soured. I’m sure she was none too happy to have her twenty-something-year-old son involved with a divorced thirty-something-year-old woman whose stupid ex-husband still called her.
“Yes, I did.” I walked over and grabbed the phone, silencing it and then ate some plain toast, anxious for breakfast to be over.
. ***
After our meal and helping with the dishes, Janet coerced me into taking her into town to the local fabric shop. I was thankful for something to get out of the house after the awkwardness of the morning. Later I’d need to bite the bullet and return Michael’s call, when I would give him a piece of my mind. He clearly wasn’t getting it. For now, though, I was too pissed at his stupid timing to deal with it.
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