by Mimi Barbour
The sound made him feel as if he’d been doused with ice water. He slowed his attack while his memory flipped to the evening before, when she’d sweetly offered her body—but she’d never demanded. She’d followed his every move, but not once did she initiate, come on strong or try to set the pace.
No longer comfortable with his he-man actions, he pulled back. Unaccustomed anger cooled as quickly as it had built; the initial sparks he’d fanned had been ego-driven. He knew it, and he also knew it wasn’t his normal style.
She must have sensed his withdrawal, because she went into action. Wrapping herself around him as best she could, she pushed her trembling frame against his hardness. Soft arms encircled his neck while bare legs rubbed against his, bringing their bodies closer. It took Troy a little time for her behaviour to register. This was no femme fatale but an inexperienced bundle of shaking, moaning ingénue.
Her kisses were unschooled, mostly closed mouth and hidden tongue until he co-operated, and then she followed his lead just as she had before. Her unpractised embrace of enthusiasm touched him. But pain had ridden him for too many hours, and totally letting it go, or justifying her betrayal, wasn’t an option.
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His sweet ministrations to her neck awakened all the nerve ends in her inflamed body and left her weak and giddy at the same time. Every one of her five senses kicked into high gear from his loving.
It likely helped that she’d reminisced about Troy and dreamed about his kisses for ten years. Ripe for this moment, her emotions overrode inhibitions. Her insides felt like a pool of hot, wet mush. She lifted her head to plead, if need be.
The slumberous, smoking intent shining in his beautiful sultry eyes lasered at her and twisted her desire up so many notches that she knew if he left her now she’d go completely bonkers and turn into a cross-eyed, slathering fool.
He towered over her, his muscular chest blocking out her surroundings. Captured in a hypnotic state, she stared. Their gazes searched until he broke the spell and looked down towards her mouth. He raised his eyes to hers once more, imploring, daring—waiting.
She couldn’t speak. There wasn’t a bit of saliva left in the desert regions of her mouth. She couldn’t even swallow. All she could do was hope that her heart wouldn’t blow up and kill her before the release her body screamed for came to pass. Feeling helpless, she tried to signal him by pleading silently. Help me! I’m untutored. All I can do is show you how I feel…
From my eyes to yours,
From my heart to yours,
From my soul to you.
Eternity passed, and then he responded, his messages sweet, everything a woman in love wanted to see—and then a light went out inside him, and he growled.
Harshness had no place between them, but there could be no other word to describe the sounds emerging from between his clenched lips. Those same angry lips descended and attacked.
The onslaught of feelings when his mouth touched hers buckled her knees. If he hadn’t wrapped his arms around her just then and plastered her body against the length of his own, she’d have fallen in a puddle of loose skin, because the muscles were gone—disintegrated.
“You want me. I know you do. And I want you. So, why not pleasure each other?” His husky voice brought uneasiness.
Whatever possessed her to remember a betrayal was involved, she’d never understand. If any actual thinking went on at all, it was her telling herself to shut the hell up. Too late! Words popped out before she could choke them back. The green-eyed devil rode her hard.
“What about your girl?”
“Forget about her. I want you.”
He couldn’t have said anything more apt to bury her unsettling doubts and snuff out the jealousy. Limp and befuddled, she followed where he led.
His lips forged trails over her face, while his hands cupped the back of her head and moved it to fit his purpose. Completely in control, he played her as a musician would lovingly play his instrument.
Having him take over suited her because she had no idea what to do besides offer herself to whatever he had in mind and go along for the ride.
Moving backwards, he leaned on the desk and held her tightly to him. Then, taking advantage of her acquiescence, he made love to every inch of her face and throat. He took his time and left no spot free from his licks and kisses.
He suckled her lips, pulling at the bottom one until he held it captive in his mouth. He released it and blew upon the wetness. She smiled. It tickled. Then he moved to kiss his way upwards to her eyes, stopping religiously at every curve. His hands cupped her skull with loving fingers as he sifted through the long strands of soft shiny curls.
Sounds issued from between those pliant, skilful weapons he used so effectively. Moans and growls that destroyed any remaining brain cells in her head. She felt his day’s beard graze her neck as he worked his way along her throat to her ears. His breath blew shivers all over her body; her skin goose-bumped as if cold air attacked.
His nuzzling near her chin prompted her to lift and give him full access to anywhere he wanted to travel, and she prayed that his direction would soon be downward.
Her breasts puckered, painfully, craving his mouth. In fact her whole body flamed and writhed, shuddering for attention. When her cries of passion finally caught his attention, he shushed her all the while he descended, pleasuring her neck and the mounds on her chest, swollen and sensitized.
“Yes, please, Troy. Let me take my blouse off.”
“No! Not yet, I’ll do it—” Finally his hands moved to her shoulders and down her arms. His warm palms left a trail of fire in their wake.
When she sobbed in frustration, he took pity on her. He lowered the thin shoulder straps of the eyelet top ever so slowly. His mouth, moving all the while, bathed the mounds of skin until they were damp from his ministrations. Without any warning, his tongue snaked inside and licked the nipple.
She lost it. An overpowering, intense orgasm plundered through her body, and she rode it against his outthrust knee. Whimpering, her head rolled backward, exposing her lovely neck. If it weren’t for his hard arms surrounding her, she would have fallen. Her legs gave way.
He gathered her to him, supporting her weight while his tongue never stopped its magic, and her sensations kept coming, wave upon wave.
Wetness pooled and saturated, preparing for his coming invasion. By the time she’d regained some semblance of thought, her blouse was lying on the chair behind her, and so was her lacy white strapless bra.
Her rubbery arms lifted to encircle his neck and she thrust her breasts upwards, aiming herself to his mouth and his needs. She’d never felt so alive, and every second she breathed him in, touched his body, and heard his male responses she surely existed in heaven.
“Don’t ever stop. I love…”
“How I make you feel. I know. And baby, wait, I’ve only just begun.”
So saying, Troy reached behind him and, in one fell swoop, cleared an area on the top of the desk. Lifting her easily, he turned to gently place her on the hard surface in front of him, on her back and completely in his power.
He slowly took off his shirt, one she’d never seen before. She took pleasure in the fact that he’d chosen to buy her favourite green. Off it went, on the floor. Then he loosened his belt and unzipped himself. Hesitating, he saw her eyes following and growing wider.
She looked upwards and caught the grin she’d memorized for ten long, lonely years, and she relaxed, sat up and reached for him. He moved between her open legs, ran his hands up her back, around to the front and over both breasts at the same time. He spent long seconds on each, kissing and loving them, and she watched him, all the while feeling wantonly sexy for the first time in her life.
In every story she’d ever written she’d described her heroines in the throes of passion, and she realized she’d come nowhere near the reality. How could a person who’d never gone through such gratification describe sensations of pleasure so strong, so sharp, that a br
ain could short-circuit from being overwhelmed?
There weren’t enough adjectives to portray how beautiful a strong male body looked when aroused. Hard, while still smooth and soft to the touch. Sculptured muscles toned and formed to a specific build. When he stepped back and looked his fill, so did she. His face, passion etched on every feature, illustrated to a woman unquestionably that everything he wanted sat right in front of him.
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The adoration that lit her features all but did him in. Intense amber flecked with green glowed with an inner radiance and showered him with sultry desire. Every movement of her wriggling body, every touch from her trailing fingers, every sigh, every whimper told him she wanted him inside her. He looked at her form and saw the daintiness, the tiny body of a small female, and something inside him loosened.
Her quivering skin, in the light of the small green desk lamp, glistened from her earlier climax, and her mop of reddish-gold hair swirled out from her head in every direction, a curiously touching sight.
She was the very image he’d carried in his heart of Dani. The night before, when they’d been together, he’d seen her dressed in all her finery, looking like a cosmopolitan woman of the world. He’d gotten an impression of chic that he now understood wasn’t real.
Before he could follow these thoughts, she fooled him again by wrapping her legs around his hips and rubbing her bare chest against his. The touch of her small, hard nipples teasing him made his breathing quicken once again, and his male parts let him know they needed some attention. The kiss that followed all but unmanned him. Her enticing, womanly scent went straight to his head and put his thinking cells out of commission. He shifted to responses driven by pure adrenalin.
“Please, Troy. Please, love.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to beg. Just hang on.”
She swooned. He took it as a sign that she was willing, and he was certainly able. There’d be no stopping him now.
He reached for the zipper on her shorts and, lifting her in his arms, he lowered them and her panties to her ankles, where she helped by kicking them off her feet. As quick as a flash, she had her legs open to him, and she leaned back, balancing on her elbows, smiling up at him as he undressed and moved forward into place.
For an instant, he wondered at himself, making love to her on a desk, for heaven’s sake, but stopping now seemed beyond him—and beyond her, if her behaviour signalled anything. He watched as she licked her lips, trying to control her breathing. She squirmed, as hot for him as he was for her. Her head looked too heavy to hold upright, her long locks sweeping the desktop as she rolled her neck from side to side, her eyes beseeching.
He pulled her forward into his arms. Kissing her, he let his fingers slide down to her breasts where he spent some time cupping and gently squeezing, making sure his thumbs brushed back and forth, celebrating her nipples.
She grabbed his head and forced it downward, showing him where she most wanted his attention. His mouth, glad to obey, worked its magic once again as his tongue tasted her tight little buds while he sucked gently. Restive, his hands glided down her sides and over her hips to his goal—her thighs and sweet derrière.
Lying back, she readied herself. His fingers soon bore down on her wetness, and he engaged in manipulating her—stretching her, all the while soaking up her whimpers as his mouth once again attacked hers.
In no time she moaned, tightening around his fingers. He took this as a sign and, placing himself just right, he began to push into her soaking entryway. She stiffened for a few seconds, and then relaxed. Careful of his weight, his hips drove forward, gaining admission with every thrust. Strong female legs encircled, imprisoning him in a place he never wanted to leave. He slid in and out, again and again, circling and wiggling, faster and harder.
“Baby, oh, yes! Baby!” She was tight, virgin tight. It added to his gratification, and after the first plunge it seemed to add to hers, also. As he moved, so did she. Their groans synchronized, a symphony of sex. Just when the pleasure rose to the level of being unbearable, her inner muscles flexed, clenched and drained him. Wrapped together, they both reached the pinnacle in a crescendo of passion.
The pulsations went on far longer than he’d ever experienced before, and she throbbed along with him for what seemed like forever. They both moaned their completion.
Weak, he rested his face near hers. He felt both her hands slide over his hair and then his back, caressing. He could stay right here for the rest of his life. It felt that good. The softness of her body—everything a man could ever hope for—cuddled all around him, encasing him in utter contentment.
That is, until a child’s voice could be heard in the distance, joyously calling, “Buddy, come here. Buddy!”
When she flipped him backward to the floor, his ass took the worst of the fall. She landed on top of him, all knees and elbows digging into places not made to take the brunt of such sharp appendages, especially in his condition.
“Oof! Ow!”
“Quick—get dressed. Amy’s outside, and if she comes in, our goose is cooked.”
What happened to the sexy vamp from just minutes ago?
“I can’t find my shirt.” He swivelled around on all fours, feeling like a fool. “Got it!”
Meanwhile, quick as only a mother could be at a time like this, she slithered into her undergarments and then stretched for her shorts and halter-top.
“Your pants, put on your pants.” Her voice, husky and demanding, brooked no argument.
“Mummy, are you there? Come see who’s visiting.” A pounding on the door had both culprits visibly jumping and breathing a sigh of relief as they heard the puppy barking, moving away from the house, and Amy’s laughter following.
From one minute deep in the throes of passion to the next in spasms of giggles, Dani pointed at her lover. His shirt buttons were done up, but not one in the proper hole. He stood sheepishly in front of her, rubbing his elbow, his jeans on, but undone.
“You dump a poor guy on his arse and then laugh about it? What kind of a monster are you?”
“I’m a mother. Sorry, but it’s my only excuse.” Still smiling, she moved towards him and rebuttoned his shirt.
His hands worked their way first through his hair and then towards his collar to make sure it sat properly. Without intending to, or knowing he would, he reached for her hair and gathered the soft mess in his hands. Trying in a very manlike way to bring some semblance of order to the curls, he patted them and wove them over her shoulders.
Dani stood in front of him like a child. She couldn’t have moved if her life depended on it. With his warm breath filtering over her, heaven couldn’t be better. It was the moment she’d waited for, the moment to tell him her secret. No more holding back, no more games. It was time.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“Mummy, please come and play with us.” Another thumping at the door from small, determined hands broke the spell. Both adults moved at once.
Too late! Her confession would have to wait for now. But not for long. She’d tell him as soon as she fixed herself.
“Troy, do you mind going and talking to her while I straighten myself a bit more?” She pushed against his chest, loving the idea that she could touch him. He was real, physically here, not in her imagination where he’d lurked for ten years.
The fact that she could assume he would do as she’d asked pleased her no end. She could almost imagine they were back together as they had been in the past, linked inside—one.
“Sure!” His hands lingered for a moment and then dropped from her body slowly. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then nuzzled her hair as if her scent attracted him.
He turned to go to the door, opened it and looked back at her watching him move. He winked, and her heart’s pump worked double-time. The pulse in her throat throbbed in unison. Romantics and poets wrote the truth. Love wasn’t just an emotion—the physical reaction truly seemed as real. The door closed behind him. She breathed deeply, a
nd then counted.
“One, two, three…”
Going to her bedroom through the passageway leading into the rest of the house, she stopped in front of the full-length mirror. The pronounced red abrasions on her cheeks and neck prompted her to take a few minutes to change and fix her makeup. Her hair, the bane of her life, looked horrible. Even after Troy’s gentle tweaking she still looked like Medusa—corkscrew curls sticking out everywhere.
Stripping off her clothes, she blatantly stood naked in front of the mirror, trying to see herself the way he’d seen her. The vision that greeted her wasn’t very encouraging. Her breasts were equal to filling a man’s hands, but her nipples appeared like pebbles instead of stones. In fact, her whole body looked diminutive—puny almost. Everything was attached where it should be, and in proportion, but…
Oh, God!” Sudden realization of the possible aftermath from what they’d done stunned her. She could be pregnant! After all, she’d only “done it” one other time in her unexciting life, and Amy was the result. Her hands cradled the small protuberance of her tummy, and she smiled contentedly. Wouldn’t that be a corker?
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“Buddy is a wonderful little dog, Mr. Brennan. He comes when I call him, and he sits and listens when I talk.” Seeing she had Troy’s full attention, Amy continued. “His head twists sideways while he stares at me, as if he understands everything I tell him. Watch!”
Her finger pointed to the attentive mutt as she said, “You are the best dog in the world, Buddy, aren’t you?”
In answer, the animal’s alert face flipped to the right, his ears attempted to stand up, and he barked sharply.
Both Troy and Amy watched and laughed.
“He’s as smart as they come, princess. Every time we’ve been anywhere near this neighbourhood, during our walks, he’s pulled on his leash, trying to drag me back here to see you.”
“Does he really?”
“Cross my heart.” Troy followed through with the action.
