Did the woman just not get it? “We've only known each other for a week. I haven't had a chance to tell you who I really am, let alone bring our relationship out in public."
"We don't have a ‘relationship.’ We had a nice little fling, but I think it's best that we end it. We can't start a relationship built on lies.” She lifted her chin, tightened her lips, and crossed her arms in front of her. “You shouldn't have come over. Please leave."
"You don't want me to leave.” She didn't, and he knew it. He could see passion flash in her eyes at his statement, and he noticed the way her nipples tightened into hard points beneath the fabric of her robe. Her chin lifted a little higher.
"I definitely want you to leave."
He shook his head and started walking toward her, noticing the way her body trembled. She didn't move, didn't make a sound. “No.” He reached out and touched her cheek with gentle fingers. “You don't."
Sommer closed her eyes, her eyelashes casting shadows across her golden skin and his fingers moved to caress the contours of her ripe mouth. Her lips parted at his touch, her tongue darting out to lick the inside of her lips and her delicate tongue scraped his fingers. His cock ready to burst, he nearly groaned out loud.
"I'm supposed to be mad at you,” she whispered, her eyes opening to stare longingly into his. “You lied to me. Sex on your boss’ desk—that was your desk."
He stepped even closer to her, his body almost touching hers. “I'm sorry. I planned on telling you, I swear."
She laughed, the sound of it borderline hysterical. “You must think I'm an idiot."
He shook his head, not touching her even though he was dying inside. “I think you're the most wonderful woman I've ever met."
The laughter died on her lips. “Oh, God, what's happening between us?” She sounded as scared and confused as he felt.
"I don't know.” His hand slid along the side of her face into her hair, cradling the back of her head. He drew her close, until his mouth hovered above hers. “You're all I've thought about since I've been out of town."
"I haven't been able to think of anything else either,” she admitted, and he heard her breath catch in her throat when he brushed his lips against hers. God, she tasted so sweet he wanted nothing more than to consume her. To push her up against the wall and take her with everything he had, all the pent up emotion and lust that had been building inside him since he last saw her. But he held back, knowing she was angry. Understanding he could make one wrong move and it would be over. He'd die if she kicked him out. If anything, he at least wanted one last chance to show her how he felt.
Ted stared into her eyes, watched them darken in color and grow hazy with want. “I'll never lie to you again, Miss Daniels."
She smiled against his lips. “I really, really wish you would call me Sommer."
"All right ... Sommer.” He shifted against her and let his erect cock brush against the front of her robe. Her hips pressed towards him in invitation. He felt triumphant. “Did you like the flowers I sent you?"
She nodded, a little gasp escaping her when he trailed his tongue along the plump fullness of her lower lip. “They were beautiful."
"No, you're beautiful.” His tongue slipped inside her mouth, licking at her, and her tongue darted out to meet his. He retreated from her and saw frustration glimmer in her eyes. “I've never sent a woman flowers before."
Wonder replaced her frustration. “I don't believe you."
He shrugged and pressed a kiss to her cheek, inhaling her sweet floral scent. She was driving him fucking crazy. “With the exception of my mother, no, I've never sent another woman flowers before."
Her hands came up to press against his chest, her fingers curling into his shirt. “When do you send your mother flowers?"
Why did she ask that question? “I don't know. Her birthday, Mother's Day, and sometimes on Valentine's Day. Special events."
Her hands came up to cup his cheeks, and she stared into his eyes, a slight smile curving her lips. “That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard.” And then she kissed him.
He groaned and crushed her to him, their mouths open, their tongues dancing together, and his cock twitched impatiently. He yearned for her slim fingers to close around him, her hot lips suck him, and her wet pussy to take him in. He was ready to burst, to come like he'd never come before, and he'd barely touched her yet.
His hands slipped underneath her short robe and the cotton nightgown she wore to grip her bare ass, kneading, pulling at her full cheeks. He dipped his fingers into her hot pussy, his fingers sliding easily into her wetness, and he kissed her harder, wanting her naked and panting for him.
"Let's go to your bedroom,” he growled into her ear, his fingers stroking her delicate skin.
"Take me to the living room,” she said on a sigh. “I want to fuck you on the couch."
Amused, he yanked away from her. “Did my little Miss Daniels just use the word fuck without prompting?"
She nodded and leaned into him as his fingers continued to probe her juicy pussy. “I want you to fuck me so bad I can taste it."
Ted pulled his fingers from her and licked her juices off of them. “I can taste it already."
Just seeing him lick his fingers after having them deep inside her made her want to come—which only pissed her off, considering she should be mad at him. The man had lied to her, or at least lied by omission—which wasn't the best way to start a relationship.
Oh, who was she kidding? They didn't have a relationship. They just had great sex. So great he was all she could think about, and apparently it affected him the same way. She wasn't in love with him, no matter what she'd told Noura. She'd talked herself right out of the love stuff once she found out what he did to her.
But seeing Teddy again, having him standing right in front of her, touching her, kissing her, and slipping his fingers inside her—well. She couldn't help but be affected by him. Affected by his words about the women of his past. It touched her heart. Made her want him, even though she was angry with him. Her anger slipped away second by second, though, to be replaced with a wanting, a yearning for him so deep she was afraid it could never be satisfied.
Hence her use of the word fuck; if she termed their time together what it really was, what it should be then she couldn't attach any other emotions to it. Fuck made everything seem more harsh and gritty. Real. Not all flowery and romantic.
Romance was for fools.
Then he had to go and open his mouth.
"I'd rather make love to you on the couch, on your bed, against the wall, wherever you want it to happen,” he murmured, kissing her, his lips moving over hers lazily, causing her to ache inside. “I want to take my time with you. To touch you, to lick you everywhere."
She let a trembling breath escape and shoot straight into his mouth, and he kissed her, his mouth so gentle, his tongue licking the corner of her lips. His hands slid down her front and tugged on the sash of her robe.
"Pick me up and carry me to the couch,” she commanded, trying her best to act like she had before, when they had sex on the desks. When everything between them was a lot simpler, a lot less complicated.
His hands came around to her backside and he hauled her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, her arms sliding around his neck. He gripped her ass and carried her into the living room, his mouth never leaving hers as he sunk onto the couch, still holding her so that she straddled him. She ground herself against him, felt the hard ridge of his cock beneath his pants and she groaned.
Sommer yanked off the T-shirt he wore quickly, her hands smoothing over his beautifully muscled chest. She would never tire of looking at that, she thought as she leaned into him and pressed her lips to its center, his heartbeat fluttering wildly beneath her lips. She slid down, her mouth blazing a hot wet trail over his stomach, her tongue tracing the thin line of dark hairs that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans and her hands came up, tugging open his fly.
"I'
m supposed to be mad at you,” she whispered.
His beautiful eyes blazed into her, straight through her, and he shook his head, a slight frown tipping his mouth downward. “I'm sorry, Sommer. I never wanted to hurt you. You have to know that."
She did. She didn't know why, but she believed him, believed the sincerity in his eyes, and in his voice. Her gaze never left his as she lowered his zipper, ran her fingers teasingly down his cock, and felt it leap at her touch. He licked his lips, slid his hands into her hair, cradling her head, waiting for her next move with an expectant glint in his eyes. She slipped her hand inside the opening of his boxers and released his cock, watched it spring to life as if it were happy to see her. Which it probably was. Lord knew she was happy to see it.
His eyes were still watching her as she darted her tongue out to taste him. Still watching her as she slid her tongue all the way down the length of him, then back up. Boring into hers as she took him completely into her mouth, sucking hard, taking him deep inside. Finally he shut his eyes and threw his head back against the edge of the couch as she sucked him, her hand coming up to alternately cup his balls and slide around the base of his shaft.
She moaned as she tasted the tangy pre-come leaking from him. It slid down her throat and he lifted his head, staring at her.
"You have to stop,” he said, barely able to choke out the words.
Sommer sucked hard on the head of his cock, and he growled with an almost animal-like ferocity. “Why?” she asked innocently, licking his shaft like a Popsicle.
"Because.” He pushed his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, causing her to back away. He gripped her by the shoulders and lifted her so she settled onto his lap, her dripping wet pussy pressed against his throbbing cock. She suddenly understood his urgency, wanted him buried so deep inside her she wouldn't know where she ended or where he began.
"Because why?” His breath was hot and sweet against her lips, and she swore his fingers trembled when they skimmed over her cheeks.
"Because I want to be inside you.” He thrust against her, meant it as a tease for what was to come but slipped deep inside her instead.
She stilled, closing her eyes as the delicious feeling of his hot hard flesh pulsed within her, condom free. Oh, he felt so good. No barriers, just him inside her. Like he belonged there.
"God, I'm sorry, Sommer.” She opened her eyes to find him watching her, his eyes full of apologies. And passion. And something else she couldn't quite figure out. “Grab my wallet, it's in my jeans. There's a condom in there."
"I'm on the pill,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips.
He returned the kiss, murmuring into her mouth, “I'm clean, I swear it."
"I believe you.” She pulled away slightly and his hands cradled her cheeks for a moment before sliding down to caress her breasts, his fingers tugging on her nipples. “You feel so good inside me I wouldn't want you to stop anyway."
Ted didn't answer her. He just kissed her again, his mouth almost frantic against hers as she started to move, sliding up and down his cock. He threw his head back against the couch and gripped her hips, arching his back so he could control his movements within her. She grasped his shoulders as an anchor and allowed herself to tilt back, taking him deeper, closing her eyes as exquisite sensations washed over her.
"You're so tight,” he said as he thrust inside her, filling her completely. “I've missed you so much, Sommer."
Oh, God, who was she kidding? She was so in love with him and she couldn't deny it. Not to herself, and maybe not even to him. She'd never been a believer in love at first sight, but something had passed between them the moment they'd first laid eyes on each other, and it only seemed to grow stronger every time they were together. Until it nearly overwhelmed her.
"Love me, Teddy,” she whispered, not even conscious she was saying it. “Please."
His thrusts grew faster as both of them panted, their bodies slick with sweat. Then he came with a shout, his semen spilling inside her, flooding her, pushing her right into her own climax. She shuddered around him, the tremors racking her body and she gasped, trying to find her breath and gain control but unable to do so.
They sat on the couch, wrapped around each other, silent with the exception of their heavy breathing as it slowly started to even out. She kissed his forehead, felt his cock move inside her and she realized she never wanted this to end. She could imagine herself with this man forever.
"I'm trying,” he whispered against her neck, then he kissed it, his lips hot against her flushed skin.
Sommer pulled away to gaze at him, and noticed his eyes were full of dazed passion. “You're trying to what?"
"I'm trying to love you, Miss Daniels,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to her mouth.
She smiled against his lips. “Trying to love me, Theodore?"
Ted nodded, kissing her again, his tongue sliding across the seam of her lips. She sighed with longing, her tongue moving to meet his.
"I think I am in love with you, Miss Daniels."
Those were the sweetest words she could ever hear. Tears stung her eyes as she pressed her forehead to his. “Please."
She kissed the tip of his nose, overwhelmed by the emotions that filled her. “If you're going to tell me you love me, call me Sommer."
Author Bio
Karen Erickson has been telling stories for as long as she can remember. She started handwriting terrible romance novels about her favorite 80's bands when she was in high school and continued writing off and on, until a year ago when she decided to get serious about becoming published. She loves to write steamy romances, and when she's not doing that she's chasing after her three kids with her husband. She lives in central California.
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