“Why settle here? Why in Oakland when it seems you could be anywhere. With a degree from Duke and with great resume, the world is your oyster.”
“I guess I couldn’t help myself. Oakland might be small, but there are some wonderful things there.” He caught her gaze.
“Did you really mean to turn my world upside down?”
“I’ll take that in a good way, and yes, I did.”
Her eyes danced. “I shouldn’t be, but I’m flattered. What if you arrived and I completely turned you down?”
“I would have been a very hurt man.” He picked up the menus and handed her one. “Did you set out to be the mayor?”
She chuckled. “No. I did want to make things better though. I’ve come to realize one person can’t act alone and it takes the unity of a town to make things work smoothly. I’ve seen more contribution among the town over the last year, especially after the prevalence of drug use was becoming an issue. I want to keep illegal drugs out and businesses in, make Oakland a place where my daughter, and the next generation will want to come back to.
“Your daughter?” Now he understood her more than ever.
“Yes. She’s fifteen and the center of my world. I want to be a good role-model for her.”
He took her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. “From what I see so far, if she’s anything like her mother she’s a force to reckoned with and only has a bright future.
“Thank you.”
“How about we look over the menu?”
“How will I ever choose?” she said.
“I know what I want.” Under the table, he grasped her thigh and she jerked. “I can’t believe I’ve been capable of keeping my hands off you this long. Especially with you wearing that sexy dress.”
Her breathing was heavy, lifting her full breasts up. His cock twitched. This would be the longest dinner of his life.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“What are you wearing underneath?” he whispered.
Her cheeks flushed. “Panties.”
“I want to see them.” Fuck! He’d give his eye teeth to see them.
She blinked. “As much as I love taking chances, I don’t see anywhere…” she scanned the room.
“No. Take your panties off and hand them to me.”
“But…I don’t think…” She worked her bottom lip.
“Don’t think, sweetheart. For once in your life, just do.”
With a quick look from left to right, she wiggled and, although he couldn’t see her actions under the table, he knew she was lifting her dress higher. An adrenaline rush spiked his bloodstream. The room was dark enough that no one could see her actions. Keeping her gaze with his, her cheeks a nice rose color, she laid the wisp of white lace on the table in front of him. With unbelievable excitement, he grabbed the panties, brought them to his nose and…
“Hello, my name is Di and I’ll be your server this evening.”
He subtly pushed the panties into his pocket. The second pair of Cassie’s undergarments he made away with. Her face had turned bright red.
The blonde server smiled at Sam, unabashedly staring. “Can I start your evening off with a glass of wine or a bottle of champagne?”
“We’ll take a Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame,” Sam ordered.
The server scooted off and he was alone with Cassie again.
“How do you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?”
“Wrap every female around your finger with just one flash of that smile?”
“I would say that’s a bit inaccurate. I haven’t managed to wrap you yet, right?”
“You did just convince me to remove my panties and hand them over.”
“I’ll take that, for now. I must warn you, I want to be near you. Not just for a day. Not for a week or month. But longer.”
“Sam…”
He touched her chin and lifted slightly. “We don’t have to hash that out this evening. Tonight is my birthday present to you. Let’s enjoy it.”
“How did you know?”
“My receptionist Shelby. She’s really great with the patients, but she also loves to chat incessantly.”
“Shelby and I are friends. You couldn’t ask for a better employee, but beware, you are the most wanted single man in Oakland now. You took Ben’s spot.”
“Is that the man I met at the gala today?”
She nodded. “The one who pretends he is my friend, but I’m certain he runs and tells my ex everything.”
“Don’t worry about the things you can’t control. Exes are one of them.” He kissed her cheek. “Please tell me you don’t have a curfew.”
She smiled. “No, actually I don’t.”
“You might suggest that I’ve been presumptuous again, but I thought we’d spend the night here in San Antonio. It’s a lovely city.”
“So, we’re going to sleep together? All night?”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “I happen to miss sleeping with you as we did while at the resort, although we didn’t do much sleeping.”
She started to respond, but their champagne arrived at their table. They ordered dinner, talked about nothing important, and once he paid the check they were back in the vehicle and being driven to one of the most luxurious hotels in downtown San Antonio.
7
Again, I think this was all part of your plan.” Cassie looked at the king-sized bed scattered with rose petals and a bottle of champagne that was chilling in the silver ice bucket.
“I’m sorry. I can’t take credit for this, except for simply making the reservation. It seems they do this for all couples staying in the honeymoon suite.”
He stepped close to her, but he didn’t make a move to touch her, although she couldn’t deny she wished he would. She craved him like her next breath. Walking around not wearing underwear didn’t help much. During the ride here, he’d taken them out of his pocket and sniffed the fabric. She’d found it erotically sexy. Things like this only happened in the novels she read.
He stared as if he could see into her soul. His sharp blue eyes were like dancing fireflies and his jaw was relaxed. His broad shoulders were amplified by the tailored fit of the jacket.
“I wish I could read your thoughts,” she said.
“Why not just allow me to tell you? I’m glad you’re here with me. If you don’t want me giving you an orgasm, we can just cuddle. You’re holding the strings, sweetheart.”
Her toes curled in the plush carpet. “I vote for the orgasm.”
“Take your clothes off and meet me in the bathroom.”
Swallowing, she stood in the center of the room with the large window looking over the twinkling lights of downtown. Was she dreaming all this? Wasn’t she too old to be whisked away and treated like a princess?
Hearing the water come on, she realized he was running a bath.
Unzipping the dress, she allowed it to fall to her ankles as she glanced at her nude reflection in the mirror. She’d never felt comfortable naked in front of any man.
She stepped into the bathroom and found him dropping a capful of fragrant bath oil into the water. It smelled like an exotic mixture of coconut and lavender.
He had lost his jacket, bow tie and shirt, and they were neatly stacked on a nearby rack, his shoes sitting next to it.
Under the weight of his stare, she didn’t cover her body as she normally would. Instead, she loved how he admired her and celebrated in how his face lit with desire. He had the expression of a man who wanted to draw her to the floor and fuck her senseless. She wouldn’t mind, and yet, she didn’t mind taking a bath with him either.
He motioned for her to come closer. “Let me help you in, sweetheart.”
She took his hand and stepped over the side, lowering into heaven on earth as the warm water wrapped her body in a delightful cocoon. The tub was large, unlike hers back at home, and she could stretch out easily, the water covering her shoulders. It had been a long time since she’d enjoyed the luxury of a hot ba
th.
He took a seat on the side of the tub.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked.
“I’m going to bathe you,” he said in a raspy tone.
She eased back against the tub and closed her eyes, but when his fingers came on her head, she popped them open. He was washing her hair with a luxurious smelling shampoo. His touch was gentle, yet firm enough to ease her muscles. He touched her in a way that made her feel special…almost loved. She could easily slip into the fantasy life with Sam, yet no relationship was this easy.
Denying she’d never felt more adorned and appreciated than how she felt with Sam was useless, but she couldn’t forget that she’d once believed she was enough for a man.
“Just relax, darling. I can see the wheels turning.”
How did he do that?
She did as he asked and closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of him massaging her scalp. The sensation tightened her nipples and made her core throb. It was a turn on.
“You have beautiful hair.” He gathered the mass and rubbed the shampoo in deeper. “Slip down in the water so I can rinse you.”
Bending her knees, she sunk into the water, feeling it lap around her neck as he held her from falling in. With a wash cloth, he squeezed some of the water out into her hair. How had he become so gentle and caring, yet still so powerful and commanding?
He helped her sit up, and then his large hands were rubbing a creamy soap over her back, arms, and breasts. She wanted to melt right there.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mmm…amazing.”
He cradled her breasts in his hands. “You have beautiful breasts.” He circled his thumbs over her nipples and they beaded.
“Thank you.”
“Are you relaxed now?’
“Very.”
He caressed his soapy hands over her skin, and when his touch came between her thighs, she jerked lightly. He was smiling. “We don’t want to forget the most important part,” he teased.
She held her breath as he skimmed a finger over her seam. Her clit throbbed as she leaned back against the tub, gripping the edge. Tension built in her body, but her muscles remained relaxed.
He leaned forward and kissed her, running the tip of his tongue along the plumpness of her lips. His musk scent mixed with the scent of oil and soap made her dizzy. Pleasure clouded her thoughts as he continued moving his fingers through her folds, slipping his finger inside of her. She arched her back and spread her legs ever so slightly. Right now, she didn’t care what tomorrow brought, what obstacles she faced. She wanted to live for the moment, breathe for today.
He nuzzled his nose in the dip of her neck, inhaling her. “You smell like a piece of coconut pie.”
“You’ve managed to seduce me, Sam.”
“This is only the beginning, I assure you.” The promise in his voice undid her. “You should know that you are worthy of feeling like this every day of your life. I intend to show you how special you are.”
She reminded herself that a woman her age didn’t fall for the promises a man made when turned on, and yet how could she not trust that he meant every word? She looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity, and it stroked her soul.
“Let’s take this out of the tub. Stand, sweetheart.” He grabbed a towel and held it open for her.
She stepped into the warm towel and his arms, and he wrapped her in the warmth. Her body was tingly and her core was throbbing. She swayed toward him and he held her close. His gaze met hers and she felt the invisible touch all the way into her bones.
Losing herself, she stood on tiptoes and kissed him.
The dam broke.
He kissed her with an aggression that spoke of his internal need. She wanted this more than she thought possible—wanted him in ways she’d never wanted anything, not even her career. She had no clue what exactly was between them, but it was enough to draw her into his mystical hold.
The tangle of her thoughts was lost when he dropped the towel. She sunk into his hold, his taste, his comfort. He made her body come alive and she wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here with him.
She pressed him against the counter—pressing her naked, moist body against his chest, waist, groin and legs. Her whimper sounded loud in the space.
With a deep-rooted moan, he pulled back, his eyes glazed. He took her in for a second before he lifted her and turned, placing her on the counter. He skimmed his heated gaze down her breasts to her waist, licking his lips. She felt like a sack of melted bones under his stare.
Nipples tight and her core creamy, she wanted him now. He had her in knots with need and her muscles clenched. The bulge behind his zipper spoke more than words ever could.
*****
Sam inhaled a long breath. He could easy unzip his pants, pull out his shaft and slam it into her, but tonight, he wanted to make sweet, sweet love to this beauty. A foreign need grew within him, one beyond just finding pleasure, but giving pleasure more.
Getting to know her, the more time he spent with her, he couldn’t imagine not seeing her again, but he had to be careful. She’d been hurt in the past, how much so he wasn’t sure, but he knew the signs. He’d been hurt before too, and it took time to heal.
He still wanted her, even realizing he’d have to jump hurdles. He’d do anything to prove he would be there for her. She was a mother which changed things up a bit, but not the idea that he wanted a future with Cassie.
How had she taken up residence inside of him so quickly? So easily? No woman, not even his ex, had managed to turn his body inside out.
“I can’t keep my hands off you,” he said against her lips.
“The same for me.”
“I want you to know that I don’t just want to make love to you. I want to feel you.”
She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze. “I realize that because I’ve done nothing but try and make this—you and me—just a fuck, but that’s impossible.”
He threaded his fingers through her wet hair. “You’ve got me by the balls.”
She brushed her fingers against his zipper and she smiled. “You make me feel young again. You help me remember what life was like for me before…”
“Before what, sweetheart?”
“Before life took over. I feel like I’ve been lost, pleasing others. Doing for others. Always walking a fine line. It’s time I start to satiate my needs. I want to indulge in things that are good for me.”
“Please tell me I’m good for you.”
“Very.” She kissed his cheek, his jaw, and quickly on the lips. “You make me feel so good.”
“I want to make you come.”
A flush spread over her cheeks. His words revved her engine.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m all for it.”
Her body heat eased into his skin. Having her close made his mind work overtime.
Sam kissed her gently, slowly exploring her plump, lush lips, rolling his tongue along her bottom lip before plunging deep. She molded to him, giving as well as taking. Her heat became scorching, melting him.
“Spread your legs wide,” he demanded. “I want to taste your pussy.”
She did as requested, holding her knees with her hands. Her slick pink folds glistened with her juices, making his cock ache. In time, he’d slam into her, but now he needed to have her on his lips.
Lowering his head, he circled his tongue through her pussy, lapping up her cream. His beard collected her desire as she became wetter…and he grew hungrier. He darted his tongue in and out of her warm passage, then swirled the sensitive head of her clit, blowing lightly then sucking the flesh until her pants turned into bittersweet moans.
Standing and grabbing her thighs in a lust-filled grip, he pulled her to the very edge of the counter and rubbed his sweltering, aching fly in the V of her legs. The material of his slacks had become a barrier that he needed to get rid of fast before he burst through them.
Inhaling sharply, he pulled away but stayed close
enough to keep her steady on the counter as he hurried to unbutton and unzip his pants. Dropping them to his ankles, along with his boxers, he was finally naked, his cock standing straight up. The thick head throbbing.
He rubbed his fingers through her velvety folds, then grabbed his shaft, anchoring it at her passage. With one steady thrust, he pushed into her tight body. Her wet warmth soaked him as her muscles clenched around him. He moaned, trying to gain control of his raging body so he didn’t cut things too short.
Burying himself deeper inside of her dripping pussy, he clutched her hips as he began a fast rhythm. She was as soft as satin and as warm as a sunny afternoon. He could stay here forever.
Pushing deeper, she clawed his back, holding onto him as he rode her. She was tight and scorching as he rammed himself inside, pounding his way closer and closer to release.
He slowed his thrusts, stroking her, lifting his hips slightly with each thrust to rub his head against the hidden places of her pussy. The feeling of her clenching flesh almost did him in.
“So, so good.” he growled.
“Yes. So good.”
She lifted her heels and anchored them on his back, giving him deeper access. He could feel every slick inch and it boggled his mind.
With a whimper, she grabbed his shoulders, kissing his skin and rolling her tongue along his neck. He drove deep like diving into a pool of water.
Her cry of pleasure made him harder. Her clenching pussy made him tighter. Her scent filled his nostrils—an aphrodisiac.
He wrapped his arm around her waist while keeping grasp of her thigh with his other hand and slammed in and out of her. She cried out in pleasure and he continued the wild frenzied pace until he was panting and sweating, their bodies slick.
Ready to burst, he needed to speed her along. He reached between them and found her swollen clit, rolling his finger around the fleshy head, then flicking it with his thumb. She arched against him, her breasts close to his mouth and he licked one pink hard nub. Her cry of release echoed off the ceramic walls. He watched the emotion flitter across her beautiful face causing his balls to tighten. He wanted to be the only man that ever gave her this pleasure. The only one she gave her cries to. Whatever he needed to do he would to make her his.
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