A Major Attraction

by Marie Harte

  After a moment of silence, where Kyle tried to digest the fact that she didn’t seem amenable to leaving North Carolina any time soon, she nudged him for answers. “What about you? Where’s your family?”

  “My brother is in Augusta, Georgia. My mom and dad passed away a few years ago.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Car accident. Unfortunately, it happens. You deal with it.” But he still missed them, at times like this, immensely. His mother would have known just how to handle a smart businesswoman like Olivia. Mary Waters would have known what to say to sway Olivia to his way of thinking. “Speaking of my brother, I’m flying to Augusta the weekend after next to visit him and retrieve my car. I don’t suppose you’d care to join me?”

  “Sorry,” she said, sounding sincere. “I promised my mother I’d help her paint the living room that weekend while Dad’s away on one of his golfing trips.”

  “Sneaky.”

  Olivia laughed. “Yeah. This way she can paint the room ‘Amber Lady’ without complaint. By the time he comes back, it’ll be too late. Mom was always pretty good about managing Dad that way.”

  “They sound like a happy couple.” They reminded him of his parents.

  “They are. The years weren’t easy, but they love each other. No matter how often Dad left, Mom kept the family together, waiting for him to return.”

  “I take it he traveled often?”

  “Yeah. He was Infantry, always gearing up for a deployment. It seemed like he was gone as much as he was home. But he always made good use of the time he was with us, and for that, we love him.”

  “But you wished he could have been around more.” Too easily he read the emotion in her voice.

  “I do.” She ran a hand over his chest, stroking with gentle motions. “I love my father, don’t get me wrong. But growing up I didn’t see him as much as I’d wanted. Moving every few years, ripping me away from my friends, didn’t help my stability either.”

  Kyle felt extremely uncomfortable as she talked. He was in the exact same position as her father had been, at least for the next six years until he retired.

  He had to ask. “Is that why you’ve been rejecting every Marine who asked you out? Not interested in a man who ships out for a living?”

  “That’s part of it.”

  His spirits plummeted. “What’s the other part?”

  “I’ve been so focused on my shop for so long, I think I’ve forgotten how to date.”

  He didn’t buy that part of her answer at all. “Please. Honey, you had me so hard I would have done anything you asked to make love to you. You haven’t forgotten one damn thing about dating.”

  “That’s not dating. That’s sex.” She leaned up on her elbow to look down at him. “So I was that good, hmm?”

  He deliberately baited her. “You were okay.” At her narrowed eyes, he laughed. “As if your ego could get any bigger. You’re a popular topic of conversation around town. Everyone with a Y chromosome is dying to go out with you. But I have to hand it to you. You have a reputation as an ice queen, but a nice ice queen. At least you reject them with a smile.”

  “I didn’t reject you.” She teased his nipples with a flick of her fingers, and his libido surged.

  “No, you didn’t.” He stared up at her, curious. “Why didn’t you?”

  She blushed. “I got carried away.”

  “It’s my male magnetism, right? I’m so studly you couldn’t resist my charming personality and godlike body?”

  “And you say my ego can’t get any bigger.” Her eyes wandered over his chest and zeroed in on his growing erection. “Well, well. Why do I get the feeling the night isn’t over?”

  “Because it’s not.” He drew her down for a long, lingering kiss that reawakened his entire body. “We have nothing but time, baby. Let me show you.” And he proceeded to do just that.

  ****

  The next two weeks passed by in a blur. Olivia worked with her mind on Kyle. She returned each evening to learn more about the sexy man splintering her well-ordered world. They had gone to a movie, strolled down the beach hand in hand, and once eaten at the White Oak Bistro, her favorite local restaurant. Each evening ended the same, with rousing lovemaking that left her breathless and turning her affection for the man into something more. She told herself he’d bewitched her with those mysterious, forest green eyes that blazed with such intensity.

  He liked vanilla ice cream but barely tolerated chocolate. Movies with endless sex and violence bored him, but he gave a good plot and characterization a thumbs-up. History might have been his calling had he not joined the Marine Corps. Olivia still chuckled at the thought of the brawny guy decked out in a tweed jacket teaching at UNC.

  “What’s so funny?” the object of her affection asked, his hand buried in the bowl of popcorn sitting on her lap.

  Tonight they’d agreed to spend the night at home before he left the next day for his brother’s. She didn’t understand her anxiety about his trip. They’d spent the past two weeks together, all but inseparable, learning whatever they could about each other. Yet she still didn’t know nearly as much as she wanted to.

  She understood that newness in a relationship could intensify one’s feelings. Hell, she’d thought herself in love with Doug Fine a few years ago until they’d hit their five-month anniversary and she still couldn’t bring herself to make love to him. Then she’d realized they’d merely shared a love of business and books.

  Kyle was so different.

  Their hands brushed in the bowl, and he stilled, his gaze moving from her eyes to her lips. That quickly, her heart raced, and her panties grew damp. Pure chemistry—a feeling she’d never shared with any other man, which led to her major concern about Kyle. Was she confusing her seemingly unquenchable lust for his body with the love starting to bloom when she looked into his smiling eyes?

  “Olivia, can I ask you something?” His gruff voice was laced with carnal need, agitating the butterflies already in her stomach.

  “Anything.” Is that my voice that’s so breathy?

  “Before me, were there many guys?”

  At her surprised look, he cleared his throat and glanced away, only to return to her bemused gaze with an intensity that took her breath away.

  “I mean, you’re hotter than hell in bed, but you don’t seem overly experienced. Which I really, really like,” he hastened to say, correctly reading her mortified expression. “I’m not criticizing, baby. Don’t ever think I don’t want you. I just want to know all about you. Every goddamn thing.”

  Relieved he found her sexy despite her brief history with the opposite sex, she smiled. “I want you, too.”

  “Yes, but… I’m trying to be subtle about this, but we both know that’s not my forte. Honey, I want to take all of you. I love your mouth, and I for damn sure love your pussy.” He grinned at her blush, having earlier admitted how much he loved it when she turned red. “I was thinking tonight we might experiment with a little more.”

  Piecing together the puzzle of his words, she squirmed when she suddenly understood. “Oh. You want to, ah…”

  “Oh yeah.” His voice was low, his eyes bright, and his erection impossible to miss. “I want your ass. I want you spreading wide for me.”

  Considering that most of what she and Kyle had done together had been many of her firsts—multiple orgasms, sixty-nine ending in mutual orgasms, and incredible oral sex—she knew this first would be as wildly memorable as their other times. Probably more so.

  “I trust you.” She exhaled, her limbs suddenly like jelly.

  He stood in a rush and took her with him, ignoring the overturned bowl of popcorn now on the floor. “I was so hoping you’d say that.”

  Before she could ask if he meant to try it right now, he took one of her buttery fingers in his mouth and sucked it clean. Immediate shocks of lust spiraled throughout her body.

  “Kyle.”

  “Let me ease you
into it. I promise, the pleasure will far outweigh the pain.”

  Never one to endure discomfort, she felt a twinge of anxiety. Kyle whisked the emotion away with another lavish suck of her finger. Before she knew it, she had her hands down his pants and her bared nipple in his mouth as he stoked her into a mass of writhing need.

  “That’s it, baby, get me nice and hard.” Kyle unfastened his jeans to give her better access, and then he groaned. “Like I wasn’t steel-hard already.” He pushed against her palm and thrust a hand down her front. He shoved past her jeans and underwear, sliding first one then two fingers deep inside her. “Shit. I love how wet you get. Livie, this is gonna be so good.”

  “Kyle, I don’t know if I can wait.” His magic fingers were a little too good when it came to revving her engines.

  “I know I can’t. Get me off, baby. Then I can be easy with you later. I want to make your first time so good.”

  Knowing how hard she made him, how desperate he was for her touch, turned her on like nothing could. She’d never had a man desire her so much or treat her like a queen in so many ways.

  “Oh fuck, yeah. That’s it.” His cock felt slick and hot against her hand.

  Squeezing her thighs around his talented fingers, she couldn’t help riding him while fisting his cock the way he liked it.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass. Gonna own all of you, to do what I’ve been dreaming about for months.”

  That was another thing. To know she’d been in his fantasies when she’d been dreaming about him, a man so masculine and attractive he turned heads. It boggled the mind. His words penetrated as he grew more frantic. Her own desperation surged as well, his pressure on her clit almost unbearable without him inside her.

  “I love it when you tell me what you’re going to do to me.” She grazed his sac and stroked him from root to tip, gripping hard. She wished he’d bend her over and take her now, to sate her needs. Frustrated and close to coming, she whispered, “Just like I’m holding your cock, getting you ready to come for me. Like I did the other night, when I blew you and swallowed that sweet cum down my throat.”

  He kissed her hard on the mouth, tensing as he jetted all over her hand. His kisses moved down her throat to her neck, and he sucked hard as he continued to spend.

  “That’s it. Come for me. All over me.”

  He’d stopped rubbing her clit when he’d come, and he slowly withdrew his hand. “Livie. Oh God, baby. That was so good. Just what I needed so we can do you right,” he groaned. “Now you’re primed to go off when I’m in that tight ass. You hungry for it?”

  “I was close to coming,” she admitted. “I love watching you go over.” She pulled her hand from his jeans and stared at the moisture there.

  “Taste me,” he murmured, his gaze glued to his seed. When she sucked her finger clean, he picked her up in his arms and kissed her until she couldn’t think.

  After carrying her up the stairs, he set her down and stripped them both until they wore nothing but each other. Wrapped in his embrace, she took a moment to realize he’d grown hard again.

  “Already?”

  “I know. Just the thought of you gets me hard. And feeling how wet you are.” He moaned. “I wanted you to come, but it’ll be better if you’re on edge. I gotta say, taking your ass has become an obsession for me.”

  “Hmm.”

  “So I’m a throwback. There’s something sexy about being the first. Not that I don’t love everything else we’ve done.”

  She chuckled. “You don’t have to look so panicked that I’m taking that the wrong way.” She paused. “Believe it or not, it’s special to me, too. And the thought of you taking me there is really turning me on.” She’d had a few fantasies in the past, when a boyfriend had touched her ass accidentally. Fluttery feelings of pleasure made her want to try more, but her boyfriends had never been into it. She’d shelved her desire, until now.

  Kyle let out a breath. “I’m glad you want it. Because I can’t wait to be inside you. I want you so crazed you’re begging for it. For me.”

  He led her to the bed and propped her up on her hands and knees. Leaving her for a moment, he returned with some lube and a condom.

  “I’ll use this to grease up. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow. Anytime it’s too much, tell me.” He smiled, his grin devious as he rolled on the condom. “Tell me, that is, if you can still think after I’m through with you.”

  He joined her on the bed and moved behind her, making her shiver with nerves. But instead of immediately taking her, he nudged her knees farther apart.

  “Bow your back and lift your hips.”

  She did as ordered, surprised when, instead of him putting himself inside her, he slid under her, on his back, with his head between her knees, and pulled her hips down to him. Then her pussy was over his face, and he opened his mouth…

  The feel of his breath on her exposed sex froze her with pleasure. When he used her juices to smooth the way for his pinkie into her ass, she automatically clenched her thighs around his head. The small touch of his finger felt extremely intimate, and better than she would have imagined.

  The dual penetration, of his finger and tongue, stimulated every nerve ending she possessed and had her pressing for more. Almost with a life of their own, her hips pressed down, her ass pushing over his finger and urging for deeper penetration.

  His gritty voice rumbled against her clit, and she found herself perilously close to orgasm. “That’s it, baby, take it. Push against my finger, and it’ll be easier to take.”

  His pinkie shoved harder, and she did as he said, relaxing once he pushed past her sphincter. When he began thrusting in and out of her anus, his tongue mimicking the action on her clit, she couldn’t stop from crying out. “Yes, Kyle. Oh yeah, more. So good.”

  “That’s what I want to hear. Because I’m so ready for you. I want you over the top. I want you ready for my cock.”

  His mouth returned to her clit, but he removed his finger. With a long lick, he left her sex and scooted out from under her. He rose behind her on the bed and pulled her up on her hands and knees. After a moment where she heard him fiddling with the condom and lube, the wet brush of his cock against her ass made her twitch. She pushed back until the tip of his cockhead entered her anus.

  “Christ, Livie, take it easy. You’re making it really hard to remember this is your first time.” He panted, his excitement increasing her own.

  She couldn’t help it. She needed him now, all of him. “Please, Kyle.”

  “Hold on.”

  Something cold and slick eased around her hole then inside. That pinkie felt bigger, yet it slid without hurting because he moved slowly. And he used a lot of lube. After a few moments of moving in and out of her, she wanted to feel more.

  “Kyle…”

  “Shit. I know. Okay, push out when I push in.”

  He removed his finger, and something broader moved into her. Pain warred with the pleasure of his passage, but he moved his cock with slow, deliberate measure. Easing into her in the smallest degrees, stroking her hips and feathering a touch over her clit, exciting her to feel more.

  She lost how much time passed, focused on him stretching her, filling that place that had never known a man’s touch before. He took his time, and when he’d finally seated himself in as far as he could go, the incredible fullness within her had her lightheaded with pleasure.

  “I’m going to move a little, baby.” He sounded as if he’d run a marathon. “You with me?”

  His obvious desire added to her frustration. She wanted him to fuck her, to push in and out with rough force, but she also felt stretched and wanted him to go easy.

  The slow pressure of his fingers on her clit jolted her into moving, and they both groaned when he slid out of her a fraction.

  “That’s it,” he crooned. “I’m going to start moving, and before you know it, you’re going to be crying out my name.”

  “Dr
eam on,” she challenged, panting, and glanced over her shoulder. The carnal grin on his face had her catching her breath. Then he moved, and all thought fled as sensation overwhelmed her.

  At first painful, the slow thrusts burned into a path of pleasure. Before long she was moving with him, eager for harder, deeper thrusts. The pressure of his finger on her clit only exacerbated her need. As he’d predicted, she cried out his name. Her need so acute, her body caught between the fullness in her ass and the tingling climax building in her clit, she felt surrounded by him. Possessed. So incredibly tied to him in so many ways, and more than physically.

  “Fuck me.” Kyle groaned. “You’re perfect. So ready for my cum, aren’t you, Livie?”

  “Yes,” she hissed, grinding against his fingers. He shifted his hand, bringing more pressure. His cock thrust into her ass again, and rapture lit her from the inside out.

  “Kyle.” She spasmed and clenched and climaxed. Bearing down, she felt him within her, so thick and hot as he buried himself inside her again and again.

  “Oh fuck. Livie. Yeah.” He tensed and groaned as he jerked inside her and pinched her clit, stimulating her into another orgasm that took all her energy just to keep her upright. She felt like one big, throbbing nerve ending when she finally came down off her high.

  Kyle bent over her, still joined, and pressed his front to her back, hugging her tightly. “Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

  Still trying to catch her breath, she weakly nodded.

  “Stay right here. I’ll take care of you.” He slowly withdrew, and she felt no pain, only a loss of fullness that she immediately wanted back. He left the bed and returned, sans the condom, with a warm washcloth and towel. After he’d cleaned her up, he tossed the cloths aside and eased her under the covers, where he spooned her. “Sweet dreams, baby.”

  “You too,” she said on a yawn, suddenly exhausted.

  Chapter Seven