by Sara Daniel
“Nothing.” Her stomach expanded with the act of speaking, forcing her to take a breath. She blinked back tears. How could he feel any desire for her with his face surrounded by fat? Damn it, why hadn’t she thought to turn out the lights? “Just skip this part and keep going lower.”
“Skip it?” His tone turned ominous. “I’m not going to skip it. This is you, Sabrina. I’m bringing pleasure to your entire body, and I intend to enjoy every inch, not just your boobs and pussy. Don’t insult me by insinuating that’s all I’m after.”
“I didn’t insult you,” she whispered.
“Don’t insult yourself, either because I take that as a personal insult.”
Sabrina wiped her eyes, so she could see him. This famous man didn’t have an inch of fat on him. He worked with size-zero actresses on a daily basis. Yet, his blue eyes weren’t icy with the disgust she’d glimpsed earlier. He wanted her to embrace her curves. Heck, he’d been completely into them in a good way until she’d freaked out.
He stroked his fingertips over her skin from her shoulder down her thighs, then repeated the stroke with a light scrape of his fingernails. With his tongue, he lapped the underside of her breasts, then swirled circles across her stomach, tasting her belly button, then lower, gliding over her clit.
“Rob.” She tried to lift her hips, but his hands pressed against her soft stomach, holding her down.
He returned his mouth to her navel. “Do you want more?”
“Yes.” Of course, yes. She died a million deaths from wanting him.
“Say ‘I’m naked, and I’m beautiful.’”
He was heart-stoppingly gorgeous, not her. “Rob, don’t—”
He lifted his face away from her.
“I’m naked, and I’m…beautiful.” She stumbled on the word but managed to force it out.
He licked his way down, gliding inside her again.
She gasped and reached for his head, desperate to hold him in to bring her to completion.
Gripping his hair wasn’t enough. He started to draw out.
“I am beautiful,” she cried.
He plunged into her again, the sweetest affirmation she’d ever received.
She circled her arms around his back, holding him as close to her as possible. The heat and hardness of his body through his clothes intensified the ache inside her. “Oh, Rob, you make me feel so beautiful. No one’s made me feel like this before. Please make love to me. I can’t stand it anymore. Please.”
He lifted his head, fire in his gaze. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She’d never wanted anything more.
He pushed down his pants, pulled a foil packet from the pocket, and tossed the clothing aside. She lifted her head to watch him roll the condom on his impressive erection. Something in her eyes must have given him pause because the heat in his gaze tempered with tenderness. “You can still back out, Sabrina. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“I want every inch of you inside me.”
Desire flaring from the depths of his blue eyes again, he hooked his arms behind her knees, positioning himself at her entrance. He panted as he lifted his head with one final questioning look, but she had no reservations.
“I’m so ready. For you, Rob.” She grasped his hips, pulling him into her. He slid inside as promised, locking in a custom fit. The beauty of the man and the sheer pleasure of their connection took her breath away.
He bent his head, touching his lips to hers. The tenderness of the gesture threatened to unravel her. He pulsed within her, bringing her closer to the edge. With a moan, his kiss turned feverish, and she responded with every ounce of her own desperation.
Despite his constant throb of need, he didn’t shift his body at all. Keeping her thighs pinned up and his hips pressing her into the bed, he prevented her from rocking against him. Regardless, her muscles clenched. Her body shook, coming apart from his very presence.
He thrust, filling her once, twice, a third delicious time. She convulsed with a pleasure so amazing, and she screamed his name. Her entire world belonged to Rob.
She dug her fingers into his buttocks as he pumped against her, harder, faster, pushing her higher, giving her more pleasure than she thought possible from any position, let alone the missionary. Then he came in a torrent of hot sweetness.
“Sabrina,” he groaned. The single word from his lips sent her soaring again. He released her legs to cup her face with his hands, kissing her with the same depth and sweetness he employed when he’d made love to her.
Sabrina had come here for excitement, and oh man, had Rob ever delivered. Who knew excitement could be so transforming? At the moment, she felt invincible. Everywhere, except in her heart, which suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed.
Chapter Five
Rob lifted his head. His heart rate and breathing had almost returned to normal, although he no longer had any grasp of what constituted normal. Reconsidering his original assumption that Sabrina had broken up his brother’s nuptials, he couldn’t understand why Blake hadn’t fallen head over heels for her. How could any man have eyes for anyone else?
“You’re still wearing your shirt,” she said, her lips tilting into a frown.
“That can be remedied.” He lifted himself off her, eager to please. But the condom demanded his attention first. By the time he removed it and cleaned himself, Sabrina had her thong panties back on and was reaching for her dress.
He grabbed the dress before she could. “You shouldn’t be putting your clothes on while I’m still taking mine off.”
“Yeah, but we already….” She gestured to the bed.
“Made love? Yes, we did. Are you going to toss me aside after one time? The night’s far from over.”
Her hands trembled as she reached for him and unbuttoned his shirt. “No one in their right mind would toss you aside, Rob.”
In that case, he’d met a lot of people who weren’t in their right mind. They no longer mattered. Only Sabrina did. “Will you still feel that way when I tell you I want to take you against the wall and on the kitchen table?”
Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared, due either to his words or the fact that she’d peeled his shirt off and was perusing his chest. “Can I make a request, too?”
“Of course.” He immediately hardened, wanting to fulfill her fantasy, regardless of what it entailed.
She concentrated on slipping her arms into his shirtsleeves. “Will you take me doggie style? I always wanted to try it, but if I’m being too weird, we don’t have to.”
He stared at her as she buttoned the middle two buttons on the shirt, leaving the rest open. Good God, he had no idea his clothes had the potential to look that hot on anyone. “There is nothing weird about any suggestion, especially doggie style. The angle of penetration rocks a heck of an orgasm.”
Her cheeks flushed crimson, reminding him how naïve and sheltered she was. No one had ever trusted him half as much as she did, despite knowing him for only a few hours. He wished he had a way of proving he’d never hurt her.
He dropped his gaze. That kind of proof involved deep emotions, the type he was too cynical to believe existed outside of the movie screen.
The tantalizing view of her cleavage drove his mind and body back to the familiar ground of lust. The lace thong cupping her pubic region peeked from beneath the tails of his shirt, bringing him to a state of full arousal. “Another thing for the night’s bucket list: I want to take you in that shirt. Do you realize I’m never going to be able to wear my own clothes again without getting a hard-on thinking of you?”
Sabrina giggled. “Wow. Walking the red carpet is sure going to be awkward—whether you do it with clothes on or not.”
Her delight flowed over him. He was so happy in her presence, he couldn’t have cared less if he ever walked the red carpet again. He draped his hands inside the shirt collar, cupping her shoulders and tugging her closer. The moment his lips touched hers, she melted against him. He gathered h
er hair in his hands and blew softly across her exposed neck.
She shivered and rubbed her hands down his bare back, urging him closer.
Despite what should have been the perfect opportunity explore her body while his own recovered, his cock ached with the need to bury itself inside her again.
She palmed his ass.
“I had plans to take our time,” he gritted.
“I have plans to give you a lap dance in that chair,” she said, nodding at the one across from the bed.
“You win.” He’d bet his Oscar she’d never given a lap dance in her life. He couldn’t wait to be her first. He pulled her with him, stumbling backward until he bumped into the armrest. The chair teetered but didn’t tip over.
Sabrina laughed, pushing him into the seat. She swiveled her hips in front of him, brushing against his enthusiastic erection. But then her expression shifted to consternation. “Aren’t I supposed to straddle you? How do I do that with these big cushioned armrests?”
“We’ll have to improvise, maybe save the lap dance for a different piece of furniture later.” Like when he was sated enough not to come the moment she sank down on him. He stood and traced his tongue over her parted lips, then thrust it against them. Not coming close to expressing the depth of his desire, he twisted them both around, nudging Sabrina into his seat. He leaned over her, tangling his tongue with hers, then pulling back and plunging against her mouth.
She grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Immediately, her grip slackened. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I want you to scratch me up because you need me so much. Make your mark on me, Sabrina.” He braced one hand on the back of the chair behind her head, leaving his other free to wander her lush body, making the most of the gaping opening below the closed buttons of his shirt.
She grazed her nails up his bare chest, catching his nipples.
He gasped at the unexpected need coursing through him. He’d never thought of his chest as sensitive, but it was proving to be a main erogenous zone.
She blew air across his aching nipples, and just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she ran her fingertips over his skin again, standing up to reach him everywhere.
The loss of her weight on the furniture, coupled with his hand pushing on the backrest caused it to tip backward. Off-balance, he fell with it into Sabrina. He wrapped her in his arms and turned, falling on his side on the floor. She sprawled on top of him, her luscious body tempting him even in the middle of an accident.
“Are you hurt?” she asked.
He considered his shoulder for a moment. He’d feel it for a few days, but with or without the reminder, he wouldn’t forget anything about tonight. “No, you?”
She laughed in answer, then teased her thigh over his full erection. “We knocked a chair over during sexual foreplay. Doesn’t that turn you on?” Her voice was a mixture of awe and desire.
He grinned. “Everything about you turns me on.”
Sitting up, he hooked her left leg over his shoulder, exposing her bare skin and the lacy thong at the juncture of her thighs. Then he skated his fingers from the back of her knee down her thigh, cresting at her buttocks.
“Oh Rob, talk about turning me on.”
He repeated the motion, loving the way she squirmed. “You like that? Or would you like this more?” Shimmying his index finger inside her scrap of panty lace, he sank into her warm, moist depth. Oh yeah, he was turned on. He was addicted to her. He wanted to explore and claim every inch.
“Deeper,” she demanded.
“Or maybe not.” He started to pull out, wanting to tease, wanting to make the foreplay last, even if it destroyed his own tenuous control.
Her ass pressed down on his hand so his finger slid back where she wanted it as she sat up straight. “Yes, I want you inside me.”
Rob laughed, loving the demands he was certain she’d never made on any other man. He grasped a condom that had fallen from his pants pocket onto the floor. “If you want it, stand up.”
She hesitated, and he started to withdraw. Quickly, breathing hard, she complied.
He kept his hand connected to her hot, slick pussy as he also stood. Raising his head to look over her shoulder, he checked out the path behind her through the bedroom doorway. “Walk backwards. It’s a straight shot from here to the breakfast table.”
She took a step and gasped. With the second step, she clung to his neck for balance. “Oh God, Rob, walking with you inside me is so hot.”
She wasn’t kidding about the hotness. Her pussy rubbing his hand drove him over the edge. He thumbed her clit, and she stumbled.
Unable to stand another second, Rob lifted her in his arms, carrying her until he could set her against the edge of the table.
Hands quivering, she took the condom from him and attempted to rip the foil. Beyond ready to roll it on and plunge into her, he concentrated on bringing her pleasure with his hands. Positioning a second finger at her slippery opening, he pressed them both inside her.
Sabrina bucked against him. “Rob! Yes.”
“Yes,” he echoed, loving the glaze over her eyes and the fluttering pulse at her neck. He plunged his fingers in and out in time to her breathing and then wrapped his pinkie around the string of her thong, tightening it to stroke against her sensitive flesh.
“More, Rob. Oh yes.” She flung her arm out, connecting with the Corona bottle. It crashed to the floor with a loud crack, but she continued to lift her hips and call his name without pause.
Holy moly, she was so crazy for him she didn’t notice a bottle breaking. Desire coursed through him so strong, he couldn’t wait another second. He lifted her in his arms again and strode toward the front door, away from the shattered glass and spilled beer. He kissed her against the wall, then released her to roll on the condom.
Sabrina’s knees buckled, and she sank down the wall, until her mouth was level with his cock.
The thought of her sucking him was more than he could handle. “Another time. And I will collect. But right now, I need to be inside you. Let me show you how good doggie style is.”
She shifted onto her hands and knees, presenting him with her ass. “Like this?”
“Perfect. You are perfect.” He caressed her cheeks, amazed at her lack of hesitation, her complete trust in him. He dipped his finger inside her, making sure she was still ready for him. Her heat and wetness erased any doubt.
“Don’t tease me. I want you now.” Her voice vibrated.
“Okay.” He readied himself at her entrance, prepared to inch inside, giving her time to adjust to him.
“All of you at once. All the way. Please.” What had sounded like an order at first turned into a plea, and giving her anything and everything she wanted became his single goal.
He gripped her cheeks and drove himself into her with one sure thrust. Heaven welcomed him and, for a moment, the sheer pleasure paralyzed him. “Sabrina.”
“You’re not going to come yet. I’ve never done it this way before, and I want my first time to be good.” She reached back and cupped his balls.
Pleasure so great it bordered on pain slammed into him. He pulled back and thrust, finding a fast and deep rhythm.
Sabrina met him stroke for stroke, intensifying each pulse of their bodies.
He reached in front of her and massaged her clit.
She gasped his name, lifting her ass higher.
“Sabrina,” he shouted. He came hard and fast, clinging to her as a lifeline. And still, he couldn’t stop pumping. “Oh, Sabrina.”
Beneath him, her muscles contorted. She screamed his name as she convulsed.
Rob’s body shook. He had no control. As impossible as he would have thought, he poured himself into her a second time.
He collapsed, rolling to the side and taking her with him, so they stayed connected yet he didn’t hurt her. “Damn. Sex with you makes a helluva one-night stand.”
Sex with you makes
a helluva one-night stand.
Rob’s words echoed in Sabrina’s brain, leaving her more and more frenzied as the night went on. With each passing hour, their time together came closer to an end.
As the sun crested the sky, they soaked their sore, sated bodies in the suite’s luxurious hot tub. Back in the bedroom, she pushed him onto his back and rode him hard, drinking in his moans and gasps. For her. She’d made Rob Wellington desire her.
When he shouted his ecstasy, she lay across his chest, pressing her lips to the rapid beat of his heart until it slowed and every muscle in his body relaxed.
She eased off him and found her dress, slipping it over her head. “Thank you for the wonderful one-night stand.”
He rose onto his elbows. “You’re leaving?”
Desperation not to humiliate herself created a force of will stronger than she imagined existed inside her. “It’s morning, almost checkout time.”
“When can I see you again?”
She could invite him back to her apartment and not have to end their time together. But that would prolong the illusion that she had something to offer him, that their relationship was based on more than sex. She wasn’t stupid. She’d gone into this encounter with her eyes wide open. If her throat ached now and she wanted something different than she had when she’d knocked on the door yesterday evening, she had to work through those issues on her own. “That’s not how a one-night stand works.”
“You don’t want to see me again?”
She looked him in the eye, hoping her face didn’t betray how much she wanted exactly that. Despite the fantasy night they’d shared, she hadn’t forgotten he was a famous movie director with an unending supply of both money and women. Meanwhile, she remained a poor inner-city schoolteacher.
The best way she could thank him for the massive sexual awakening he’d given her was to not throw herself at him. She wouldn’t act pathetic and needy. She wouldn’t let on how she imagined she’d fallen in love with him.
“No, I don’t,” she said with conviction.