He’d turned the small bedside lamp on earlier and her bed beckoned. He unwound the towel, letting it fall to the floor before he eased her down onto the thick mattress.
Missy felt as though she were in a dream. The incident in the bathtub was like an erotic fantasy. The steam. The heat. T.S. using his mouth and tongue and hands to bring her to orgasm. Every nerve ending in her body was alive, tingling with energy. Yet she wasn’t fully satisfied.
It had been a long time since she’d had sex. A long time since she’d had a man in her bed, his strong arms locked around her, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy.
What did one say to a man who’d just given her one of the most intense orgasms of her entire life? Thank you sounded a little inadequate.
After the incident tonight, she hadn’t been certain how she’d react to a man touching her. She didn’t think she’d have been able to let any other man be so intimate. But T.S. was different. She wasn’t quite sure why. He just was.
Trust. She trusted him in a way that went deep to the core of her. He’d protected her when she’d needed it most. That was a primitive and incredibly powerful emotion.
He stroked his hand over her naked torso. It occurred to her she’d been passive, allowing him to do all the work. That was about to change.
She wanted him. He was here and more than ready if the bulge in his pants was any indication. She’d deal with tomorrow when it arrived. Right now she wanted to feel alive, to connect in the most intimate ways a man and a woman could.
Reaction to the shock from earlier? Probably. But she didn’t care.
Missy pushed herself up and stared down at him. His dark hair contrasted against the stark white of her pillowcases. His forehead was wide and high. His cheekbones were prominent, his jaw firm. With his golden-brown eyes and hooked nose, he reminded her of an eagle she’d seen once. They both had the same look, like they were just waiting for the right opportunity to pounce.
Surprisingly, she was more turned on than afraid.
His lips were the only soft thing about T.S. And even they looked firm. It was only when they touched her so gently, so carefully that she’d realized just how supple they were.
“Missy?” It was his turn to question her and her turn to silence him. She placed her finger over his mouth. His eyes darkened and his lips parted. He took her finger inside, sucking on it.
She groaned and then laughed. The man was incorrigible. He was walking, talking sex. It was a vibe he gave off without even trying. It made a woman speculate about him and what it would be like to be with him. Fantasize. She’d certainly done more than her share since meeting him.
He was exactly what she needed right now. To forget tonight’s attack. To feel alive. To celebrate being a woman.
“It’s my turn,” she told him.
He growled deep in his throat. It was a sexy sound. Almost animalistic. It sent a shiver down her spine and goose bumps broke out on her arms and thighs.
His teeth grazed her finger as he released it. “What do you want to do?” His low, sexy voice wrapped around her like a caress, making her yearn for more.
“You.” She placed her hands on his chest. His heart pounded against her palm. He wasn’t as calm as he outwardly appeared. That was good because neither was she.
He propped his hands behind his head, making the muscles in his biceps bulge and ripple. “I’m all yours, babe.” The white bandage was a stark reminder that he’d been hurt earlier. She shoved those thoughts aside. They were both alive, both here, and T.S. was waiting for her to make her move.
“Hmm.” She didn’t know where to start. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She needed to get him naked.
She let her hands slide down his rib cage, over his thickly muscled abs. All that physical labor did wonders for his physique. Unlike the other men she dated, T.S.’ muscles came from hard work and not just a gym. That in itself was a turn-on for her. He was sleek and strong and, for the moment, hers.
A smattering of dark hair covered his chest before angling down his torso. Her fingers followed the thin line as it disappeared into the band of his dress pants. They had to go. Kneeling beside him, she made quick work of his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, exposing a large cotton-covered bulge.
She glanced up at him and a muscle beneath his eye was twitching and his jaw seemed tight. Missy traced a finger over the outline of his erection. His hips jerked and he swore under his breath. She started to reach lower but found her hand pushed away.
“If you’re going to do it, do it right.” T.S. shoved his pants and underwear down his thighs, kicking them off. He quickly peeled off his socks, tossing them onto the floor. Naked, he lay back, his thighs parted, his arms by his side. “Now you can touch me.”
Missy had seen naked men before. She’d had several serious relationships over the years so the male form was no mystery to her. But a naked T.S. in her bed affected her more than she thought it would.
The man was gorgeous in a rough, elemental way. Long, thick muscles roped his thighs. His waist was lean, his hips narrow. His cock jutted up from a nest of dark curls, proud and strong. The plum-shaped head was dark and wet. A prominent vein throbbed along his shaft. His testicles were lightly furred and heavy as they hung low between his splayed thighs.
“Touch me, Missy.”
The way he said her name, a combination of demand and yearning was impossible to resist. She started at the base and stroked one finger up his thick shaft all the way to the top. She ran her finger over the slit and collected some of the pearly liquid seeping from it. He groaned as she brought it to her mouth and licked it off. He tasted salty and hot. All male.
“You’re killing me, babe,” he protested. But he didn’t move, allowing her to have her way. He was letting her set the pace. Letting her be in charge. He knew what she needed and he was giving it to her.
His understanding and generosity astounded her. Not that he wasn’t getting anything out of it, because he was. He just hadn’t gotten it yet. For all he knew, he wouldn’t. Yet he was still here.
She would make him wait no longer. Missy wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked. He tensed, his fingers gripping the comforter beneath him. Feeling very powerful and sexy, she shot him a grin before leaning down and licking a path from base to tip. She circled the head with her tongue, teasing the slit.
His good arm snaked out and his fingers tangled in her short hair. He pulled her mouth closer to his cock. “Hmm, you want me to do something else?” she teased. “Maybe something like this.” She took the thick head into her mouth and sucked.
T.S. moaned, his fingers tightening slightly against her scalp. She smiled when she felt no sense of panic. All she felt was a sense of pride and arousal. She straddled one of his thighs, rubbing her slick, aching pussy against it.
“Fuck. Babe.” He might have wanted to say more but he couldn’t get the words out. Instead, he groaned and worked his hips, trying to get her to take more of his cock into her mouth.
Missy reached between his legs and captured his testicles, rolling the balls gently between her fingers. He tensed beneath her. His sac tightened beneath her touch.
Releasing him, she gripped his shaft once again and began to pump. Up and down. Slow at first but getting faster with each stroke. She breathed through her nose as she sucked him hard, taking as much of him as she could. He tensed but didn’t push, allowing her to set the pace and the depth.
His hands slid from her hair, down her neck to her shoulders. “Babe,” he gasped. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
Her pussy spasmed. She wanted that too. She released his cock head with a wet pop. He groaned and urged her upward. She slithered over him, kissing every inch of his tempting olive-toned skin as she could.
His patience snapped. T.S. surged upward, flipping her onto her back. He loomed above her, ready to claim her. He placed his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide before kneeling between them. He start
ed to lean over her and then swore.
He climbed off the bed and, for a horrible second, she thought he was leaving. Then he grabbed his pants off the floor and dug out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out a condom and dropped his wallet back on the floor.
Missy was glad he’d thought of a condom because for the first time in her life she hadn’t. He ripped the packet open and soon had the latex covering smoothed over his erection.
Kneeling between her legs once again, he fitted the head of his cock against the opening of her sheath. He lifted one of her legs over his thigh. He placed his other hand flat on the mattress beside her head, supporting himself as he pressed inward.
He was large and thick, and her inner muscles contracted, keeping him from going very deep. “Relax, Missy.” His voice was thick with need, the tip of his cock stretching her. But he didn’t rush, didn’t push. Instead, he waited for her body to loosen, to accept him.
He pressed a kiss on her cheek, her forehead, her nose. She turned her head toward him and their lips met. She sighed and he sank another several inches into her. He was a part of her now, but it wasn’t enough. She arched upward taking even more of him.
She broke their kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Finish it.”
His pupils dilated as he flexed his hips, sinking into her one inch at a time until he was completely inside her. It was slightly uncomfortable at first. He filled her to the limits, stretching her sheath to the max. But it felt good too.
She could feel the pulse of his cock inside her, deeper than any other man had ever gone. Her pussy contracted around him, squeezing tight. The muscles in his jaw tightened and she knew he was waiting. For her.
She cupped his face in her hands feeling protected and cared for. He made her feel precious and special. But she wanted more. She wanted hot, sweaty, heart-pounding sex. “Let go.”
He groaned and then shifted, taking her with him as he rolled onto his back. “You do it. You control what you want. How you want it.”
Missy sat up, the innocent motion driving him even deeper. They both groaned.
“That’s it, babe.” He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples. “While you ride my cock I’m going to play with these. They’re fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”
God, had a man ever been so sexually frank with her before? She didn’t think so. He was rough and slightly crude, but he was also gentle and caring. She moaned when he lightly plucked her nipples. He was also pushing her to the edge again.
She rose up slightly on her knees and came down again, squeezing his thick cock into her slick channel. It felt so good she did it again. This time harder and faster.
One of T.S.’ hands snaked down her torso and found its way between her thighs. He teased her clit with one finger and used his other hand to fondle her breast.
Missy’s entire body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her heart raced. Her skin tingled. She rose and fell on his cock over and over again. She cried out when he scissored two of his fingers, capturing her sensitive clit in between.
She was panting hard now, lost in her own pleasure. Oblivious to everything but their heavy breathing, the feel of his hands on her body, the slap of their skin as they came together again and again.
“Yes,” she cried as she slammed down onto him one final time. Her pussy contracted hard, gripping his cock. Spasms shook her entire body. She cried out his name as he rolled, taking her beneath him. He came up onto his knees, hooked his arms beneath her thighs and thrust hard and fast.
Missy came again. Or maybe it was the same orgasm. It was impossible to tell as he pounded into her. He tensed and yelled. She felt the ripples in his cock, the heat of him as he came.
T.S. bent forward, resting his head on her shoulder. Her thighs were still draped over his arms, his cock still throbbing inside her. She moaned as another contraction seized her. T.S. swore and held on to her hips.
They both lay there totally spent until she shivered. With her body cooling she was noticing the cool air of the apartment. She was also becoming aware of her aches and pains and the fact that she was lying naked in bed with a man she’d never even been on a date with.
T.S. raised his head. He studied her for the longest time. Then he smiled. It wasn’t a smug I’ve-just-gotten-laid male smile. Nor was it the one she saw him use in social settings. No, this one was different. This was a genuine deep-from-the-soul smile.
Missy smiled back, unable to resist.
He eased out of her, being careful to hold the condom in place. He rolled off the bed and padded naked from the room. She heard the toilet flush and water run. She shivered again and managed to drag the covers down and climb beneath them. The sheets were cold. She really should get a nightgown.
T.S. came back into the room with a washcloth in his hands. Not bothering to ask, he pulled back the covers and proceeded to wipe between her thighs. Missy was too shocked to protest. This was a first for her. Usually she slipped from the bed to discreetly clean herself up after sex. She should have known it would be different with T.S.
He hung the damp cloth over the knob of the nightstand drawer and crawled in bed with her. She had to shift over to give him room. He took up a lot of space.
He eased her into his arms until her head was resting on his shoulder. She felt him kiss the top of her head. “Sleep. I’ve got you.”
As if her body had been waiting to hear just those words, she closed her eyes and drifted off.
Chapter Six
When Missy woke the next morning she was alone. She ignored the pang of disappointment that sat like a stone in the pit of her stomach. It was for the best that T.S. was gone. They’d finally had sex after months of her speculating what it would be like. It was even better than she’d ever imagined it would be.
He’d been there for her when she’d needed him. That was more than she could have asked of him. But now it was over. Done. Finished.
And she was lying to herself.
A slight banging sound caught her attention and she frowned. Was he still here? Easing out of bed, she found her bathrobe lying neatly on the end of the bed and pulled it on. T.S. must have put it there for her. He was already proving to be a very thoughtful lover. Anticipation heightened her senses as she belted the robe tight and started down the short hallway to the kitchen.
The sight that met her left her slightly horrified, yet bemused and strangely pleased. Her usual pristine countertop was piled with bowls, utensils and food. T.S. was cooking her breakfast.
As if he felt her eyes on him, he turned and met her gaze. “Hey.” He walked over to her, caught her chin in his hand, tilted her head upward and kissed her. It was a brief, good morning kiss that had her bare toes curling into the tile.
She stood there like an idiot, simply staring at him. One corner of his mouth turned up and she shook her head. The man was lethal. He was wearing only a pair of dress pants that were zipped but not buttoned, exposing way too much potent male flesh for her liking. The pristine bandage around his arm was a stark reminder of the more unpleasant aspects of last night.
“How’s your arm?”
He shrugged and went back to the stove where he had eggs cooking. “It’s fine.”
Obviously, he didn’t want to talk about it. Missy made sure the belt to her robe was still snug before heading to the coffee pot. It was full and she needed a hit of caffeine. As she poured herself a mug and added sugar, she watched T.S. work. He cooked with competence, with no wasted movements.
She imagined he was like that when he was swinging a hammer or using a drill. She wasn’t quite sure what his everyday routine was like on the job but she figured since he owned his own company he probably did a lot of jobs, whatever needed to be done.
She admired the fact that he’d been able to keep his company not only going, but successful through the downturn in the economy when so many other businesses had faltered. He was a loyal friend to Lucas and Candy. He was a fabulous lover.
Missy’s ha
nd shook as she lifted her mug to her lips and took a sip of coffee. Damn him, he even made great coffee. This wasn’t good. One night of sex was fine, but no way was she allowing herself to fall head over heels for a guy like T.S. She wasn’t ready to settle down yet and he wasn’t the right guy for her. They didn’t have enough in common to last for the long haul.
“You okay?” T.S. placed his hands on her shoulders. When she peered up at him she could see the concern in his eyes.
“Yes.” No way was she letting him in on her thoughts.
He gave her a little squeeze before turning back to making breakfast. She felt the loss of his touch and sighed. She was obviously losing her mind. “Can I do anything to help?” She needed to keep busy. Doing nothing gave her too much time to think.
“Nope. Got it all under control.”
“I didn’t know you cooked.” Was there anything more lethal to a woman’s senses than a man who cooked?
“I do okay. I serve a mean breakfast and can grill a steak, make some basic stuff.” As she watched, he served up scrambled eggs, hash browns and toast onto two plates and took them to her table. “Sit. Eat.”
He waited until she was seated before he sat. The gesture was totally unconscious, an ingrained part of his personality. The man might be a little rough around the edges but he had great manners.
Missy picked up her fork and stabbed a small bite of the fried potatoes. They were seasoned to perfection. Bemused, she pointed her fork at him as a thought occurred to her. “I didn’t have any frozen hash browns, where did these come from?”
T.S. chewed and swallowed his mouthful of food before speaking. “You had a couple potatoes in your fridge.”
He’d made them from scratch. Now she was seriously impressed. “They’re wonderful.”
He grinned. “Glad you like them. I wasn’t sure you would. A lot of women don’t like to eat real food.”
MacNamaras Lady ad-6 Page 6