Detour

by Detour (lit)

  He had been aroused. Aroused by her.

  For so long Kayla had allowed herself to believe her ex-husband had turned to younger women because she was boring, no longer desirable. She couldn’t compete and at that point she no longer cared enough to try. Nevertheless, her self-esteem had taken a brutal beating. They hadn’t made love for two years prior to their divorce and she had remained alone since, considering herself too old for the dating scene ... which scared her to death. If she were honest, Kayla had to admit she wasn’t willing or tough enough to put herself in a position where she was at risk of rejection. Yet, she was still a woman with normal needs and desires. She’d often wondered what it would be like to make love with a man other than Brian and she had fantasies just like everyone else.

  By a bizarre set of circumstances, fate had stepped in and dropped her into one of her fantasy scenarios. Did she have the courage to go for the opportunity she’d been given? Was she actually considering taking advantage of the situation?

  “He’s right. This is insane,” Kayla muttered. Mature, sensible women like her didn’t do things like that. She didn’t do things like that. Besides, she wouldn’t even know how to go about seducing a total stranger.

  Water dripped from her hair, ran down the back of her neck and into the neckline of her sweater. From there it followed a chilling path down her spine. Despite the fire, despite the fleece throw, she was still freezing. Which could explain the uncharacteristic way her mind was working. Her body craved warmth. Was there a more natural way to heat up a body than sex?

  Kayla was so lost in thought, she’d been unaware of Morgan’s return until he dropped a fluffy towel into her lap from behind the sofa.

  “You need to dry your hair.”

  “Thanks,” Kayla responded automatically and proceeded to towel dry her hair as much as it was possible to do so. She refused to allow herself to imagine what she must look like at this moment. Without warning she was gripped by another bout of uncontrollable shivering.

  With a muttered curse Morgan rounded the sofa. Once again Kayla found herself lifted into his arms. She was quick to note that while he was out of the room he’d taken the time to put on a shirt of soft, denim colored flannel. His long strides were purposeful as he carried her from the great room, down the hallway and through the kitchen. He didn’t pause to take a breath until they were in a glass-enclosed sunroom, complete with a bubbling, gurgling hot tub.

  While a hot tub hadn’t played a part in her original fantasy, Kayla was open to an innovative revision.

  Morgan withdrew the arm supporting Kayla’s legs, allowing the lower part of her body to slide down his until her bare feet touched the cool tile flooring. It was on the downward slide that Kayla discovered that much to her satisfaction, he was still sporting an erection. The moment her feet touched the floor her legs had gone so weak she feared she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own.

  With her arms still around his neck, his arm circling her waist, Kayla leaned her body against his and allowed her head to rest against his chest. Morgan was holding himself rigid and she could hear his heart pounding erratically within his chest.

  “Kayla.”

  “Yes?”

  “We need to get you into the hot tub to get you warm.”

  She leaned back far enough to look up and recognized the determined set of his jaw, which was at odds with the undisguised desire burning in his eyes.

  She watched the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

  He watched the movement of her tongue as it snaked out to moisten her lips.

  “I’m trying to be a gentleman here, and you’re making it damn hard, lady,” he cautioned, his voice gruff.

  “So I’ve noticed,” Kayla responded, pressing herself against him with a boldness which was alien to the character of the woman she’d always believed herself to be.

  “This is insane,” Morgan repeated his earlier observation.

  “Yes it is,” Kayla agreed.

  His eyes held hers mesmerized as his lips descended for the first taste of hers. Hot. His lips felt incredibly hot against her cold ones. They were at first tentative, gentle, almost brotherly, like those she’d received from her ex-husband. Then the kiss changed, became something she’d never experienced. Kayla quickly realized she’d never really been kissed before. Morgan’s hand went to the back of her neck, holding her secure as he slanted his mouth over hers. His hot tongue swept her lower lip before pressing forward, demanding access.

  “Open for me,” he whispered against her lips. Her lips parted. His tongue entered slowly, searching and finding hers for a sensual duel, which sent her senses spinning out of control. As before, her legs gave out and she’d have fallen if his arm about her waist hadn’t held her tightly against the firm muscles of his unyielding body.

  A soft purring sound began at the back of her throat, a subtle vibration she felt all the way to the core of her womanhood. He pulled slightly back and searched her flushed features as if he were trying to read her reaction to his kiss; as if he were giving her time to summon outrage at the liberties he had taken. Not a chance of that, Kayla admitted. She wanted more.

  For the first time since he was a hormonal adolescent, Morgan was rapidly losing control in a sexual situation. Kayla couldn’t have fit the role of his fantasy woman any better if he had written the script and she was playing the leading lady. A mature yet inexperienced woman. How was that possible? Yet the signs were unmistakable. When he’d attempted to stimulate circulation and warmth by rubbing her calves, she’d been shocked -- not by his touch or his actions, but by her own reaction to them. The kiss had been the clincher. He’d bet the royalties from his last book that the woman had never had a man’s tongue in her mouth.

  “Tell me to stop now,” he urged.

  “I feel as if I’ve been cold forever. Make me warm, Morgan,” Kayla responded, feeling as if the words had come from someone else.

  “Do you realize what you’re suggesting?”

  “Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

  Pure testosterone ripped through Morgan, inciting him to kiss her senseless and to take what she was offering before she changed her mind. But some semblance of sanity prevailed. For whatever reason, fate had seen fit to literally drop his fantasy on his doorstep and he wasn’t about to blow it by rushing things.

  “You realize we could be stranded together for days,” Morgan cautioned, giving her one last opportunity to change her mind.

  “I know.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Oh yes.”

  It was all Morgan needed to hear. “You asked for it, sweetheart.”

  There was nothing tentative or gentle about his second kiss. It was pure intoxication, calculated to rob her of what senses remained. This time when his tongue probed her lips, they opened for him without hesitation.

  His hands went to her waist and slowly moved upward along her rib cage, taking her loose fitting sweater with them. He broke off the kiss in order to pull the sweater over her head and down her arms, leaving Kayla standing before him in only her bra and skimpy panties.

  For the first time, she began to feel reservations about what she was doing. Her insecurities regarding the imperfections of her body were quickly dousing the flames of desire Morgan had so effortlessly stoked to life. She was no longer young nor as firm as the other women he was no doubt used to being with, and while the stretch marks from her long ago pregnancy had faded, they were still noticeable. And then there was the fine bikini line scar from her hysterectomy five years ago. What if her body turned him off? What if he rejected her? The bone chilling cold returned and she began to shiver.

  Upon seeing the fear and uncertainty clouding her features, Morgan insisted, “Too late to back out now, darlin’.” Without giving her time to respond, he again lifted Kayla into his arms and carried her to the hot tub where he went to his knees and gently eased her into the hot churning water.

  Her reaction to the sudden warmt
h was instantaneous. She could literally feel the cold seeping from her body to be replaced by incredible warmth as the powerful jets of the hot tub massaged her over-sensitized flesh. It was heavenly. Unable to resist, Kayla gave herself up to the sensation. With a sigh of bliss she closed her eyes and allowed her head to drop back against the padded leather side of the hot tub.

  “Open your eyes and look at me, Kayla. It’s time to turn up the heat,” Morgan instructed.

  He was standing at the edge of the hot tub watching her intently. He’d already removed his shirt and was in the process of unbuckling his belt. The snap came next, then the zipper. In one steady motion he pushed his jeans and briefs to his ankles then stepped free, standing above her confident, hard and ready. Unmistakable proof that he had not been turned off by the sight of her nearly nude body. He was magnificent.

  Without saying another word he stepped into the hot tub, seated himself beside her, then pulled her onto his lap so her knees straddled his hips and she rested snugly against his erection. He flexed against her and Kayla couldn’t resist the gasp, which slipped past her parted lips.

  “Kiss me, Kayla. Let me taste your tongue,” he instructed.

  She slid her hands up his hair roughened chest, around his broad shoulders, then pressed her lips to his attempting to emulate the same passion he’d put into the kiss he’d given her. Her tongue snaked out and traced the seam between his lips just as he’d done with her. His lips parted. She hesitated for barely an instant before sliding her tongue inside his mouth.

  His hand slid up her back to her neck, holding her in place as his teeth gently clasped her tongue. His lips closed around her and he began to suck rhythmically. At the same time he began to flex his erection, stimulating the panty-covered center between her legs. Without realizing she was doing so, she instinctively began to move against him to increase the sensation. A passionate moan sounded at the back of her throat. He responded in kind.

  Kayla had been unaware that he’d unhooked her bra until he pulled it from her breasts and tossed it over his shoulder. Only then did his lips release her and they both watched as his hands covered her breasts. Her eyes closed and her head dropped back, she gave in to sensations assaulting her from all directions.

  “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch everything I do to you. I want to see the passion burning in your eyes,” Morgan instructed. He knew it wouldn’t take much to put her over the edge, but he wasn’t ready to let her go there just yet. He wanted her wound up so tight that when the first climax hit her it would be earth shattering, unforgettable.

  Not wanting to do anything to disappoint him, Kayla forced her eyes open and watched as his hands caressed and manipulated her aching breasts. She watched as his thumbs rubbed her distended nipples to an almost painful hardness. He moved one arm around her waist, pulling her forward and lifting her slightly, so she was no longer in direct contact with his throbbing erection. Kayla groaned in protest. She needed to feel more of him, all of him, not less.

  There was a knowing smile on his lips as they closed over her breast and sucked her almost forcefully into the hot depths of his mouth. His teeth closed over her sensitized nipple and bit down gently. Kayla gasped, her breathing became even more erratic and her insides began to clench in response.

  Morgan pulled back and soothed her nipple with the tip of his tongue. “You liked that. Didn’t you?” His words were more of a statement of fact rather than a question he expected her to answer. He alternated between her breasts, sucking forcefully then biting gently until he had her gasping for breath and straining to reestablish contact with his erection but he held her securely, just out of reach.

  “Please,” Kayla pleaded when she felt she’d go crazy unless she found some relief to the tension building to a fever pitch inside her.

  “Not yet, sweetheart. We’re just getting started,” was his response before he stood with one arm about her waist and used his other hand to slide her panties down her hips and off. He then lifted her to the edge of the hot tub, parted her thighs and went to his knees.

  Kayla knew what he was going to do. Something that in all the years of their marriage, her ex-husband had never done. She instinctively attempted to close her legs but Morgan wouldn’t allow it. Moving forward, his broad shoulders parted her thighs even further giving him unrestricted access. Using his thumbs to part her passion swollen outer lips, he leaned in to flick at the rigid little bud between her legs with the tip of his tongue.

  “Oh my God,” was Kayla’s shocked gasp. Her hands gripped the leather padding to hold herself upright and she began to shiver, only this time it was not from the cold.

  A knowing smile curved Morgan’s lips. He’d been right about her and he had every intention of showing her everything she’d been missing ... and then some. And if he was lucky and the weather cooperated, he’d have several days in which to do so.

  When his tongue entered her, Kayla’s senses went on overload and she was engulfed with mind numbing sensations that sent her spiraling toward the first orgasm of her life. He pulled back just before she got there.

  “Oh God, don’t stop,” she gasped.

  “Not yet. Take deep breaths and let it back down a little. It’ll be even better when you finally come. Trust me,” he coaxed.

  Take deep breaths? She could barely breath at all.

  He distracted her by caressing her breasts, her thighs and her back. Then his lips closed around her and he began to suck gently. This time the impending orgasm hit her with the force of a tidal wave. Just before it hit, he gripped her by the waist, pulled her into the churning water and impaled her to the hilt upon his rigid erection.

  Multiple orgasms washed over her in waves, leaving her gasping for breath.

  “Oh yes. That’s it honey, let it go. Just let it take you,” Morgan coaxed as he began to thrust deep and hard into her to draw her climax out to the fullest. It took everything he had to keep from coming himself, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. Not by a long shot.

  When she at last went limp in his arms, feeling as if her heart was about to explode within her chest, he held her quietly until her heart rate slowed, her breathing became less erratic and she was capable of coherent speech.

  “I didn’t know it could be like that,” Kayla confessed.

  “I suspect there’s quite a bit you didn’t know.”

  “Was it that obvious?”

  “'Fraid so,” he told her with a knowing grin. Then he flexed the erection still embedded deeply within her. At her surprised expression, he suggested, “Ready for round two?”

  He made love to her again, this time slow and gentle, climaxing together. It wasn’t as earth shattering as the first time, but it was no less satisfying, just different.

  By the time they left the hot tub she was so depleted, so weak, her thighs quivered. Morgan on the other hand wasn’t suffering from the same affliction. He was energized. With a knowing chuckle, he wrapped a huge, fluffy towel around her and once again Kayla was lifted into his strong arms. He carried her through the kitchen, through the great room, up the stairs to the loft bedroom where he laid her upon his king size, four-poster bed.

  The bone chilling cold Kayla had felt earlier was forgotten. With nothing more than a touch, a heated look, or a few well-chosen erotic words, he set her on fire. Several times throughout the night she woke to the feel of his lips on her breasts, or elsewhere, and they would make love again. Kayla would never have believed she was capable of making love so many times in such a short period of time -- for that matter, she didn’t know a man could either.

  Thanksgiving Day dawned bright and still snowing. Kayla woke to discover that Morgan had slipped from the bed without her being aware of him doing so and had braved the elements to retrieve her suitcase and overnight bag now sitting on the floor beside the bed. Glancing toward the clock on the bedside table, Kayla gasped and shot upright in the bed. It was eleven o’clock! She never slept late, but then again, she’d never had a
night like last night. If she were able to see her reflection in the mirror above the dresser, Kayla knew she would see herself grinning like a fool.

  Then she caught the scent of something cooking downstairs and her stomach growled.

  “It’s Thanksgiving.” How could she have forgotten? Today she was, without a doubt, thankful. Last night had been nothing short of incredible. And it was still snowing.

  Kayla got out of bed, hurried to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Her rummage through her suitcase revealed what she’d feared ... old woman’s underwear.

  “This won’t do,” Kayla said with a groan of disgust. She had the black she’d worn last night, in the hot-tub, which was also not an option. There was always the old purple fleece robe her daughter had given her for Christmas. How many years ago? “I don’t think so.” Then she spied the denim colored flannel shirt Morgan had worn last night. With a chuckle Kayla slipped into the shirt which reached to just past her hips, and nothing else. Before last night she wouldn’t have thought of going downstairs wearing so little, much less actually doing it. Before last night she wouldn’t have imagined doing a lot of things she’d already done and she was pretty sure she’d be doing a lot more before the snow plows cleared the highway. And she still had to get her car running.

  Carrying her overnight bag to the dresser, Kayla opened the lid to survey her supply cosmetics then glanced into the mirror. Her lips were slightly swollen and pink from Morgan’s kisses. Her cheeks wore a natural blush from the roughness of Morgan’s beard. Her daughter often joked that her mother wouldn’t so much as go outside for the morning paper without makeup and her hair done. Kayla applied only a little moisturizer to her face, brushed and fluffed her hair, then snapped shut the lid of her overnight bag. “It’s my fantasy. I can do anything I damn well please.”

  Following the enticing scents down the stairs and into the kitchen, Kayla found Morgan behind the island separating the great room from the kitchen. Deep concentration creased his brow as he applied a paring knife to the mangled potato in his hand. Peeling potatoes? And looking darn sexy doing so. Kayla suspected he was dressed as he had been when she arrived last night -- snug blue jeans and no shirt. The counter blocked her view from the waist down so she couldn’t be sure about the jeans, but she had every intention of finding out. Just the thought of what he might or might not be wearing behind the counter sent blood through her veins in a heated rush.