His hands stilled on her soapy back and he ran them down and cupped her ass, pulling her towards him again. Loving the feel of skin on skin. Gliding against her as he was going to do inside her once he got her warm, dried and hornier than she’d ever been.
He moved seductively and the breath caught in her throat. His fingers were sliding down the cleft of her ass, oh so close to the forbidden entrance he longed to touch.
Then he reached up, cupping her breasts, washing them clean in the warm water from the showerhead.
Watching the water run down her body past her pretty, waxed pussy.
She had a faint scar on her abdomen. Rather long on her tight skin and he ran his fingers over it, like she had done to his. He was pretty sure he felt her stiffen, but then forgot as her hand wrapped around his ever present hard-on.
“I’m ready to get out now,” she convinced him as she ran her fingertips around the crown of his dick so flushed with need it was painful.
Clay turned the water off and helped her from the shower. He wrapped her in a big terry towel and patted her soft skin. His lips tingled with the need to taste her.
He had to be very careful with her. She needed a gentle lover and, by God, he was going to do everything in his power to be what she needed.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
“I need to see if you’re still wet anywhere first.” He held her chin, moving her face to the side to run his tongue behind her ear.
“Nope, all dry.” His tongue painted a trail down to her collarbone and he ran it along her shoulder. “Dry there, too.”
She was panting by the time his fingers trailed down her body and he dipped one fingertip in her tiny belly button. He pressed his lips to hers. Her kiss was like midnight on a summer evening. Hot and sultry and he could feel her all around him.
His fingers moved still lower as he worked her mouth open and she slanted her head in such a way to take his tongue into her mouth as if she were sucking his dick instead.
Her slender hands wrapped around his heavily veined shaft again and his fingers finally found paradise.
Her breathing caught in her throat as she fought to suck air past the exploration his fingers were now on.
They ran through the wet folds of her greedy pussy, separating the lips still slick with moisture.
“Uh-oh. I think I found something that’s still wet, Angela.” His fingers traced the source of the moisture, filling just inside her weeping entrance.
She gripped his cock with her now sweaty palms and pumped the straining muscle.
“You feel like a dream. Let me get you to the bedroom before I wake up.” He scooped her up, carried her into the bedroom as he nipped at her lips and probed inside her mouth to find the origin of her sweetness.
He laid her down on the bed, spreading her legs.
Before her brain had the opportunity to register what was happening, one of his favorite fantasies played out in front of him.
His large hands caressed up the inside of her knees all the way to her warm thighs, pushing them open for his shoulders to fit between, and his wet tongue licked up her slit like candy.
All the while, he watched her.
Every heartbeat under her silky skin. Each flutter of her eyelashes as she reveled in the pleasure he gave her.
He craved her.
Every swipe of his tongue, each twitch of her clit jumping at his hunger. The sweet honey taste that had permeated his senses for years bathed his tongue.
“I want you, Angie. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my tongue when you scream my name. Your pretty little asshole is clenching every time I touch your clit. Do you remember what it felt like last time? It’s going to be even better now. I won’t rest until you are so exhausted from sexual release that you can’t do anything but moan and fall asleep against me.”
Angela strained to get closer to his mouth. “I need more. I need…”
Her body bombarded his with sensation as he coated two fingers in her slick moisture. Moments later they filled her, stretching her, as his lips drove her to the brink of rapture as they nibbled on her swollen clit.
He barely registered his own admission a few minutes later, “I can’t help myself,” before he ran his thumb in the cream escaping her seeping core.
The wet pad of his thumb made contact with the entrance to her ass. Her hips jerked involuntarily as he moved his thumb in a circular motion. Then he lightly caressed the entrance as if it were another tongue like the one he had buried in her pussy.
“I’m not going to last. Please don’t make me beg,” she requested with sporadic breathing.
“You don’t need to last, Angela,” he told her as he penetrated her with his thumb.
Just a little at a time, with her soft moans of approval rewarding him as he gave her more and more of his thick digit.
“Do you like how that feels? I hope you do, because one of these days I want to fuck that tight little ass of yours. You make me so hot I could explode without even touching you.”
“I like it,” she confessed on a hoarse moan.
How his dick was ever going to fit he had no idea, but he wanted to take her everywhere.
Her pussy lips were so swollen. Her breasts heaved with every breath. “Lick me…please. I’m so close.”
He fucked her ass with his thumb and buried the four other fingers in her greedy wet channel, using the fingers on his other hand to reach around her leg, tugging her pussy lips apart to force her delicate clit to peek out.
Clay sucked it into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle either while he fucked her with his hand.
His tongue attacked her clit until she arched off the bed, her thighs contracted close to his head as she screamed his name over and over again.
He continued to lick her clit every few seconds and penetrate her clenching pussy and she gasped when he finally removed his thumb from her quaking ass. A mini orgasm bloomed in her system every time he moved inside her.
“Clay?” she asked, close to comatose in her blissful awareness of him.
“Yes?” he replied as he pressed a warm kiss to her thigh.
“I want you inside me,” she answered as he stood.
“Your body is tired.” He helped her get higher on the bed and laid her head on a nice soft pillow. “Why don’t we call it a night and see how you feel in the morning?”
Before he could back up and flee into the bathroom to rub one out in the shower she gripped the hard-on jutting from between his legs.
“I’m not satisfied yet and until I feel you inside me, I won’t be sleeping,” she added with a confident smile.
“You’ve been through a lot, and I…”
She gripped and pulled at his cock until he fell forward on his palms as he lost himself in her skin caressing him.
“Please, don’t make me beg…again. I’m on birth control so we’re protected and I want to feel you, skin on skin, moving against me. Please?” she asked again with a cat-ate-the-cream grin and her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she turned herself in the bed, legs open in front of him.
She continued to stroke him as she ran her free hand up his closest tense biceps. “Just tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop. Tell me you don’t want to be here right now and I’ll go to sleep.”
“I can’t,” he answered through gritted teeth, trying not to let his dick make his decisions for him again. He’d never had this problem with anyone else. He could always ignore the needs of the flesh, until Angela Meyers lay in front of him flushed and needy, and all he wanted to do was bury his needs into her clenching channel until they were both lost in a cloud of satisfied lust.
“Can’t tell me you don’t want me, or can’t get over the fact that I was hurt and I still need your body against mine?”
A growl rumbled in his chest as he reached over and grabb
ed one of her pillows and positioned it under her hips so he was at just the right height to take her.
He pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and he grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed his dick against her very wet pussy. Clay watched as his dick disappeared into her suckling pussy, one torturously good inch at a time. She burned him alive.
Slowly, he pushed inside, and he could already feel the tingling in his spine, indicating his impending release. He kept a slow and steady pace and pushed against the top of her vagina, triggering her to open her mouth in silent bliss each time.
He groaned and went stiff as the first blast of semen shot inside her.
Coming inside her sent her over the cliff she had been so perfectly balanced on for so long. Her second orgasm clamped down on his cock still shuttling inside her. Pushing her higher. To some state of bliss only heaven could match.
No other thought was possible in his head when he saw stars behind his closed eyelids. She squeezed her muscles so tightly together, he—
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he continued filling her with his release, he bent down and nipped at her lips. Feeling her pussy muscles clenching his dick and pulling every ounce of resolve from his body.
Her mouth opened and he swept his tongue inside and possessed her body and mind.
“Mine,” he finally said as he pulled his mouth away and bent his forehead to rest against hers.
Angela reached up and held his face, kissed his damp forehead. As he lay down on top of her, finally not able to stand any longer he heard her agree, “Yours. Always yours.”
A half an hour later, Clay lay next to her, staring at the ceiling, listening to her breathe and remembering the last time he lay next to her with the taste of her sweet pussy still on his lips.
The most amazing feeling washed over him. After he could feel his legs again, he had gone into the bathroom and gotten a warm washrag to wash her.
She was barely awake for any of it, but she had smiled and said his name several times.
Innocence radiated from her. He didn’t doubt that she hadn’t had a lover since him. She was a wonder to him. Refreshing and so damn hot his dick got hard just remembering how tight her pussy was. Damn, the thought of her ass…
He hadn’t gotten to pump inside her enough yet, but it was coming. He could feel the ache inside him rising to the surface to have her again.
As he drifted off to sleep the phone rang. Before Angela barely stirred he had picked it up and said, “What?” into the receiver.
An all too familiar altered voice stated, “It’s very late and you’re still there. You’re the one in the photos and on the news, right? Is she fucking the help now? How nice.”
“Listen here, you piece of shit—”
A grating laugh echoed through his head as he was cut off. “Though I have no doubts a conversation with a redneck such as yourself would be exhilarating, I’m sure you’re trying to trace the call by now, so I’ll be brief. Tell Angela to stay out of Lincoln Center or she’ll regret it. Catch me if you can, Clay.”
And with that the line was disconnected. Clay knew it had been too short to track.
Clay. He had said Clay. How in the hell did he know who I am? he wondered. He wanted to slam the phone down on the receiver, but he replaced it gently so as not to wake Angela.
Clay glanced at the clock to note the time of the call that he would have to report to Detective Wyatt and tell Angela about tomorrow.
Then he snuggled closer to Angela and pulled her against his chest. He exhaled into her hair and heard her whisper, “Clay,” as she pulled his hand to her chest.
What am I going to do without you?
Chapter Twenty
Clay awoke the next morning, alone and, if he was being honest with himself, a bit freaked out.
Questions filled his mind.
How had she gotten out of bed without him knowing it?
Where was she now?
He looked at the clock and saw that it was eight thirty in the morning and he had the best night’s sleep he’d had in more than a decade.
Okay, it scared the hell out of him, frankly.
He heard noises downstairs, rustling and voices, so he rushed to throw jeans and a black T-shirt on with some utility boots and headed downstairs.
Following the voices wasn’t difficult because the voice he heard was Angela’s and to his surprise she sounded confident and assured.
“As I’m sure you’ve all heard now, I was in a bit of an incident on Saturday night. But I’m not going down that easy.”
Someone yelled, “Hell no!” and another, “No little bomb is going to take us down, biznitches!”
He stepped silently to the open door just in time to catch a love-filled smile grace Angela’s lips.
“Exactly,” she replied. “I’m going to have to take it a bit easy for a few weeks to clear all the cobwebs out of my head. I know I look like something the cat dragged in, so I’ll need all of you to get through everything before Fashion Week in February.
“Maddy, I’ll need a lot of help, and, Vanessa, unfortunately, you’re going to have your hands full with reporters and basically a publicity nightmare. Direct everyone over to Mr. Cate’s office. They’ll put their spin on it so we can get our clothes made.”
“We’re only worried about you, Ang. We’ll do anything to get this all to end,” a small woman with a shy smile said from one of the closest chairs at the conference table they all gathered around.
A murmur of agreement filled the room and Clay was taken aback with the concern he saw on everyone’s face. And there were a lot of faces.
“I’ll be fine,” Angela reiterated as she caught sight of Clay at the back.
“Talking about getting things taken care of, not many of you know that I have recently hired a security team for protection. C&C Security will be with me twenty-four/seven until this matter is put to rest. Mr. Waters will specifically be protecting me, and then closer to the show I’ll have a secondary detail.”
“I heard he’s hot,” one person chimed in.
“I heard he’s an ex-mercenary soldier who only takes on special clients,” another added while waggling her eyebrows.
“I saw him on the news hovering over you and he was more than hot.”
Angela’s cheeks flushed a bit rosier, he noticed, hearing all the gossip. “Well, he’ll want to speak to each of you individually to see if we can piece anything together about who could be behind all of this.”
“Oh, he can interrogate me anytime,” a tanned guy quipped a few seats away.
Angela laughed. “Jose, I can just imagine you both trapped in a room together. One would leave and the other would be a pile of mush at the end and I don’t know which I would put my money on.”
“There’s only one acceptable answer to that scenario.”
Every head in the room whipped around to stare as Clay stepped into the room, and stood to his more than ample height. A few mouths hung open and others seemed a little scared. Yeah, he was used to that.
“And this, everyone, is Clay Waters from C&C Security. Clay, this is everyone.”
The element of surprise was always good to get a feel for people in a tense situation. There were whispers in the room as he looked at each person. No one screamed guilty on first perusal, but time would tell what they were really like.
Angela was giving him a once-over as he stared at her employees. Her eyes raked his body like a lover, and he crossed his arms over his chest to keep from going to her and staking his claim.
Where in the world had that come from?
Clay had never claimed anyone in his entire adult life. Sex he was good at…relationships he actually didn’t know since he was oh for oh on those. He caught Angela casually staring at his crotch and he grinned.
Her eyes darted up to his and then away just as
quickly as heat stained her cheeks again. She cleared her throat to get the attention back on her. She needed some male attention in the worst of ways and he was going to give her some as soon as he could get her alone.
“Okay, that’s it for right now. Everybody get to work and Mr. Waters will call each of you in one at a time to answer questions. Thanks for dealing with the insanity, and we only have a few more months ’til Fashion Week, so we’ll all have to bust some heads to get everything done in time and still fill orders as needed. Well, hopefully not my head, ’cause I don’t know how many more bumps it can take.”
Clay moved farther into the room and stood beside the door to take everyone in as they exited
Most eyed him up and down, some whispered to others amidst giggles as soon as they left the room.
The little mousy girl gave him a mini smile before hurrying past. He caught a whiff of her perfume when she walked by and thought it reminded him of something from the Marines of all things.
When they were all gone he turned to face Angela, who was standing at the head of the table straightening papers.
He noticed she wore a simple blue knit top and black slacks with a pair of flip-flops that showed off her perfect toes.
Good Lord, he was even infatuated with her feet. What in the world had he gotten himself into?
“Morning,” he greeted low and full of seduction.
“Good morning,” Angela replied, weary and alarmingly receptive.
“You snuck out on me.”
“You were sleeping.”
“You should have woken me.”
“You’re being pushy.”
Clay sat on the side of the table and crossed his arms over his chest as he glared over at her.
“My job is to be pushy.”
She finished straightening her papers and stood to look Clay in the face. Putting her hands on her hips and doing her best to look intimidating. It was cute.
“No, your job is to be pushy with the bad guys and to be nice to me.”
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