by Marilyn
“What do you do?” she asked as he slipped into his car beside her.
“Excuse me?”
“You said you used to be a detective. I was wondering what you do for a living now.”
“I’m a partner in a security firm.”
“You enjoy that better than being a detective?”
“I didn’t at first, but I wanted more for my family than I could give them on a policeman’s salary, so I went back to school and got a second degree and a better paying job. My ex and my kids were happy as I’d had a few close calls when I was fired upon while in pursuit of suspects.”
She caught her breath. “Were you injured?”
“No.”
“Were the…suspects injured?”
“Damn right they were. I’m a good but careful shot. I never discharged my weapon unless I knew I could hit my target. My bullets do not go astray. I hit who I intend to.”
“Just hit or…”
He knew what she wanted to know. “I’ve discharged my weapon three times. Two of the suspects survived. One didn’t.”
“Oh…did you mean to kill him?”
“He meant to kill me and my partner and didn’t care who else he shot while trying to evade arrest. When my partner was hit, I shot to kill before he had a chance to get off another round in another attempt to hit me.”
“Oh. Ah…did your partner survive?”
“He was gravely injured but he did survive.”
“Good. How did you feel about…”
“He was trying to kill me, Kira and he almost killed my partner. I didn’t relish killing him but I didn’t lose any sleep over it either.”
“Oh…well I’m glad he didn’t hit you.”
“I was kind of glad of that myself.”
They finished the remainder of the drive in silence.
“Would you like to come in?” she asked when he opened the passenger door of his car in her complex parking lot.
“Yes. Thanks.”
“I enjoyed the picnic,” she said as they stood inside her apartment.
He arched a brow. “I’m glad one of us did. It was a pure study in frustration for me.”
She touched his arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
He shook his head. “There’s nothing you need be sorry for.” He kissed her on the side of her neck. “I’ll be back in an hour. Is that enough time?”
“Not really. Make it an hour and a half.”
“Okay, but I should warn you I’m horny as hell.”
She shrugged. “Sounds like a personal problem.”
He laughed. “Oh yeah? Well, if you’re not ready, I’ll assume you’d rather personally do something other than go out to dinner.”
She stroked her fingers through his hair. “I’ll see you in ninety minutes.”
He nibbled her ear. “Will you be ready to go to dinner or to bed? My personal preference is sex instead of food.”
She caressed his cheek. “You’ll find which one I prefer when you return. Won’t you?”
“True but there’s nothing stopping you from telling me now and saving both our emotions wear and tear.”
She shook her head. “Let’s keep a little mystery in the relationship—if that’s what this is.”
Women. They could be a royal pain in the ass but this particular one had managed to captivate his entire sexual interest with very little effort. Surprisingly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I’ll come prepared for either option–just in case I get lucky again.”
“You do that. Will you see yourself out? I have a deadline to beat.”
“Don’t hurt yourself trying to beat it.”
She smiled and turned away from him.
Chapter Seven
Left alone in her apartment, Kira sank down onto the chair in the hallway. A slow wide smile spread across her face. She felt lovely and as if everything she wanted was hers for the taking. Okay. Slow down. Everything does not and cannot revolve around him. Enjoy your mutual physical attraction, but don’t allow yourself to hope for anything more. Or you’ll end up hurt. Get a grip on yourself and your emotions. Get up, shower, and get dressed.
When Carter arrived ninety minutes later, she met him at the door wearing a robe. She accepted the bouquet of roses he gave her with the slow smile and eagerly lifted her face as he bent to kiss her.
The feel of his eager lips moving over hers sent a delicious thrill of anticipation through her. Closing her eyes, she leaned into him and parted her lips.
He kissed her with a slow heat that made her ache to feel his cock sliding inside her again. Slipping arms around his neck she rubbed her breasts against his chest.
He inhaled quickly and drew away from her. His dark gaze locked briefly with hers before he looked at her robe. “What a charming robe,” he said.
Struggling to control her desire, she arched a brow. “I’m glad you like it.”
He glanced down at the three-inch heels she wore while stroking the back of his hand against the robe over her breasts. “What’s under it?”
She moistened her lips and leaned back against the door, her heart thumping. “Why don’t you open it and see for yourself?”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Am I going to be disappointed?”
“You know how to find out.”
He caressed the sides of her neck before trailing his fingers down the front of her robe. Gripping the tie, he pulled. Her robe opened.
Stepping back, he studied the pink bra and crotchless panties she wore under an open pink negligee.
He exhaled slowly, raising his gaze to hers. “Your ninety minutes are up and you’re not dressed.”
“Sexy and smart,” she said, smiling.
He trailed a finger down her body to brush against her clit. “And so damned horny.”
She trembled. “Lucky you. I’m in the mood to help you do something about what sounds like a painful situation.”
“Thank God for that.”
She placed her hand on his shoulders. “I’m completely at your disposal.” So fuck me already.
Cupping her breasts in his hands, he bent his head to brush his lips against hers.
She parted her lips, touching her tongue to his mouth.
He responded by drawing her into his arms and holding her body pressed tight against his as he devoured her lips.
Her senses tingled with pleasure. Yes! Yes!
She felt the wall against her ass moments before he reached behind her to quickly unhook her bra. As her breasts tumbled out, he pushed her thong over her hips and down her thighs.
His fingers probed her slit.
She shuddered, grinding her hips against his hand.
Pressing a last warm kiss against her lips, he trailed his mouth down her body until he knelt in front of her. He eased her thong off and tossed it away before he reached up to cup his hands over her breasts. Rubbing his cheek against her belly, he pinched her nipples until they hardened.
Kira gasped, feeling all her nerve endings come alive with anticipation. “Carter…” She moaned his name softly.
Sliding his hands down her body to cup his palms over her ass, he looked up at her. “Yes, sweet?”
“Eat me,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Trust me. I’m going to.” Leaning forward, he pushed the tip of his tongue against her clit.
She moaned, cupped her hands over his head as he pressed his face against her pussy. “Taste me. Tongue me.”
Obedient to her pleas, he slipped his tongue into her pussy.
Oh. Yes. Yes. Curling her fingers in his hair, she closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall.
Putting one hand on her hip, he stroked the fingers of his other hand into her pussy.
“Oh… Yes. Yes, Carter. Make me come.”
“I will, sweet. I will.” Releasing his hold on her hip, he gripped her ass. Then he pressed his fingers into her pussy and closed his lips around her clit. And sucked
hard.
A shock of sensual delight shook her entire body. “Oh… God! Don’t stop. Please.”
He answered her plea by eating her with the slow enjoyment of a man who relished rocking his woman’s world by feasting on her pussy with all the gusto of a man too long denied the pleasure.
A rage of heat knotted in her belly. Her legs shook as it rushed down to her pussy where it exploded. Finding herself encased in a cocoon of mindless bliss, she moaned and clutched him closer.
With both hands gripping her ass, he held her on her feet, while he greedily lapped up her cum as she came against his tongue and mouth.
“Oh God… Oh God… That was so good,” she whispered, slumping against the wall.
“Yes. It was,” he agreed, rising to his feet.
Feeling weak and replete, she opened her eyes to see him unzipping his pants before sliding his fully erect cock out. With his gaze locked on her pussy, he quickly pulled a condom over himself.
Despite the wonderful climax she’d just enjoyed, Kira’s heart thumped with eagerness. She mindlessly parted her legs for him.
“That’s my girl,” he said as he positioned himself in front of her.
Struck with the sudden realization of just how much she did want to be his girl, she bit her lip.
He rubbed his cock against her body. “I need you.”
She closed her fingers around his shaft and pressed the big head against her slit. “My pussy is yours and yours alone. Take it and me. We’re both yours.”
“Oh fuck you make me hot and horny.” Bending his head to touch his lips to hers, he thrust his hips forward.
Feeling him sliding deep inside her, she shuddered with lust. Lord, there was nothing in the world as delicious as having a pussy full of big, thick cock. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “You’re in so deep.”
He opened his eyes and looked down into her gaze. “I don’t think my cock has ever felt so completely and totally encased by a sweeter tighter slit.” He slid his hands over her ass and pulled her as close as possible. “Damn, Kira. Your pussy feels as if it were made to accommodate every inch of my cock and drive me totally insane with pleasure.”
Pleased, she smiled. “I want to give you the best fuck of your life.”
He inhaled quickly. “Who’s stopping you?”
She tightened her vaginal muscles around him. “I love your cock,” she told him.
He bent his head to nibble at her ear. “Prove it. Fuck me like you’re my woman and it’s your exclusive property.”
Lord didn’t she wish? “I am your woman, my sexy, handsome Carter.”
“I’m waiting for you to prove it.”
She eased her hips back until only a small portion of his shaft remained inside her. Then, placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed her hips forward again, slowly drawing his entire shaft back inside her body. “Hmm that feels good,” she whispered.
“Are you going to talk about how it feels or are you actually going to fuck me?”
“Oh I’m going to fuck your big cock as if it’s mine for the taking.”
“At the moment, it is. And what are you going to do about it?”
“Fuck you senseless.” She alternated between grinding her hips against his groin and rocking them back and forth while compressing her vaginal muscles around his shaft.
Each motion of her hips resulted in a torrent of sensations so powerful they overwhelmed her until she found herself lost in a powerful onslaught of emotions.
She was only vaguely aware of him taking control of their fuck. He thrust in and out of her so deeply she felt her toes curl and her back arch. She clung to him, savoring the delight of knowing he was coming. In those sweetly erotic minutes after she climaxed, she surrendered completely to him: heart, mind, and soul. He was everything—all she wanted and needed in a man and a lover.
Oh God, Carter. I need you. I want you. I love you. Love you.
He stiffened suddenly and abruptly pulled out of her. “What?”
Her eyelids fluttered open. She blinked, confused by the wary look in his eyes. She shook her head. “What’s wrong?”
“What did you say?”
Say? Didn’t he recognize a moan of pleasure when he heard one? “I didn’t say anything.” She smiled suddenly. “Was it so good you’re hearing things?”
“You didn’t say anything?”
“No. Not unless a moan counts. What’s wrong?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Nothing.” He flashed a brief smile. “Let’s go to bed.”
Aware of a feeling of unease because he suddenly seemed so cool, she nodded and led the way to the bedroom.
While he undressed, she closed her negligee and slipped into bed. Uncertain of his mood, she turned onto her side with her back to him. When he joined her in bed, he settled close to her but didn’t touch her.
She searched her mind for a way to lighten the mood between them. “What are they like?” she asked.
“What are who like?”
She sighed. If his voice got any cooler, it would send a chill through her. “Your sons.”
“My sons?”
Relieved that his voice had warmed, she nodded. “Yes. Tell me about them. What are they like?”
“CJ is the oldest. He’s twenty and will be going to medical school next year. Danny is eighteen and wants to be a lawyer. Both are excellent students who graduated with 3.9 GPA and earned scholarships to colleges of their choice.”
She turned onto her side to face his side since he lay on his back, nude except for his briefs. “You and your wife must be very proud of them.”
“We are. In addition to being great students, they’re good guys. But she’s my ex-wife. I’m divorced. Remember?” After a moment of silence he turned to look at her. “Now tell me about your boyfriend.”
She frowned. “If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn’t be lying in bed with you, Carter.”
“I meant the blond.”
“Mark? He’s my best friend, but not my boyfriend—as I’ve already told you.”
He stroked a finger down her arm. “Has he ever been your boyfriend?”
“No. He hasn’t. “
“You’ve never been intimate with him?”
“No! We’ve never been anything but friends. He’s not my type and I’m certainly not his.” Just as I’m certain I’m not yours.
“So you’re not in love with anyone?”
She shook her head. “There’s no one in my life for me to be in love with.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
He exhaled and suddenly reached out to draw her into his arms. “Good.”
His questions and reaction to her response confused her. Clearly, she was missing something but she wasn’t sure what. And she didn’t want to ruin the moment by probing for information he might not want to share with her.
How can you want a relationship with a man you’re hesitant to talk to? She drew away from him, turning on her side.
He immediately curled his body behind hers, placing an arm across her waist. His warm lips brushed against her ear.
Closing her eyes, she settled her ass against his groin
He groaned. “Don’t start any shit you’re not prepared to finish,” he warned.
Although she would have welcomed another fuck, she decided it would probably be wise if they didn’t fuck again until she figured out what had spooked him.
She reached down to lift his hand from her waist so she could kiss it. “I want to fall asleep in your arms.”
He nibbled at her ear. “So who’s stopping you?”
She smiled and drifted into a contented sleep.
* * *
Kira woke several hours later alone in bed. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she checked her apartment to confirm that he had left while she slept—again. The first time he’d left while she slept had been disappointing but understandable. His leaving this time without waking her was unexpected and hurt like hell
.
She sank down on the chair near the door. As she tried to corral her thoughts, a tear trickled down her cheek. Quickly followed by another and then another.
Why are you crying? You knew he wasn’t interested in anything but sex. That’s what you got so you have no reason to behave like an emotional teenager crushing over a man she can never hope to have.
Despite her attempts to reason with herself, the tears continued to flow freely down her cheeks. She was still sitting in the chair weeping when she heard a key in her door lock. Moments later she bolted to her feet as her door opened.
Carter stepped inside and closed the door. He placed her keys and a bag of takeout on the hall table, his gaze locked on her face.
Realizing there was no point in trying to hide her tears, she stared at him.
He stepped close and took her in his arms.
She leaned against him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” He asked.
“I don’t have the right to cry because I thought you’d left in the night again.” Mindful that men didn’t like weeping women she drew away from him.
He pulled her back into his embrace. “It’s all right, sweet. I’m not adverse to a woman who cares enough to cry when she thinks I’ve walked out on her. I woke up hungry. I thought you would be also so I borrowed your keys and went out to get us something to eat.” He kissed her cheek. “I hope you like Chinese.”
Her relief at seeing him and hearing his explanation frightened her. “I do.”
“Good. Let’s eat in the moonlight.”
Whatever he wanted to do was fine with her. She nodded.
After a trip to the kitchen to collect plates, glasses, and utensils, they sat side-by-side on the sofa in the moon lit living room to eat.
They finished eating and he slipped his arm around her shoulders. Cupping his other hand under her chin he lifted her face to kiss her.
Although she longed to talk, she suspected he didn’t. So she closed her eyes and parted her lips. She savored the taste of his mouth on hers and the feel of his hand sliding down her negligee to cup her breasts.
Pinching her nipples, he kissed her until she was breathless. Then he eased her onto the sofa and spread his big body on top of hers.