by Marie Harte
He climbed onto the bed and started kissing her. Everywhere.
Her sculpted calves, silky thighs, and up. To her soft hips, that sexy, taut belly, and her breasts… Christ, he could have stayed there all night. He continued up her neck to her lips, where he leaned over her, his weight on his elbows. His pelvis mashed against hers.
“You’re so hard.”
“Yeah, I am. And I want to last, so don’t move,” he ordered.
She moaned but obeyed, and his lust skyrocketed. Lara never took orders from him. But she apparently couldn’t think to disobey at this point. He kissed her until they both needed air.
Then he slid back down her body. She smelled amazing. Sultry, spicy and, as he drew closer to the thin strip of hair guarding her sex, like heaven.
“Fuck, Lara.” Johnny buried his face between her legs and licked. And licked again. He closed his lips around her clit, sucking the plump bud while she writhed under him. Before he could add his fingers, she cried out and came.
He found himself humping the bed while she continued to gyrate against his mouth.
When he finally pulled himself up for air and glanced up at her, it was to find her staring at him in shock.
“I came.” She panted. “Hard.”
“You sound surprised.” He tsked, wanting to see her climb once more. “That’s just the first time, baby. Let’s get you hot and bothered again.”
“But I want you in me.”
Damn right. “Me too. But not yet.” He stroked her inner thighs, her cropped curls, her folds, sliding his rough fingers through flesh as fine as silk. Returning his mouth to her sex, he licked and sucked while he played with her, thrusting his finger in and out in a slow, building rhythm.
It didn’t take her long to catch on, and then he had to free himself from the torture of his confining clothes.
“Yes,” she said. “In me this time.”
He stripped naked and fished in his pocket for a condom. After donning it with shaky hands, he slid back up her body and kissed her breasts. He teased himself by rubbing against her slick heat. Over and over, until he feared coming without ever penetrating.
She kept trying to tug him closer, and he finally let her.
Lara spread her legs wider and wrapped those strong thighs around his waist, opening herself to receive him. “In me, baby.”
Shit. She’d called him baby. He kissed her and found her hot and welcoming. Then he slid, slowly, into the best place on earth. One slow inch at a time, he discovered the warmth that was Lara.
“Yes, Johnny. Yes.” She locked her ankles behind the small of his back, and he sank inside her as deeply as he could go.
“You feel so good.” So fuckin’ good. He treasured the feeling, then had to move or he’d lose his mind. His balls were like rocks, his shaft thick to the point of pain. Johnny needed release.
Inside Lara.
He wished like hell he didn’t have to use a condom, but he didn’t want to freak her out. She trusted him. Besides, protected, they could go at it all night long without any worries. Like hell he’d ruin that.
He withdrew a bit, then slid back inside. His thrusts became faster, his ability to hold back a thing of the past.
“So close,” he muttered as he fucked her. “So close.” He could say nothing else as he hammered inside her. Not slow or patient, but fast, desperate, hungry for Lara.
He slammed inside her, grinding up against her clit with each pass. And like magic, she came again, her body like a vise, clamping down around his.
“Fuck,” he shouted as he poured into her, unable to function past the bliss of her body.
She clenched and keened, her breathy satisfaction in pants and cries already committed to his memory.
Johnny couldn’t do more than twitch as she milked him of every ounce of pleasure. When he finally ceased coming, he wondered if he’d have enough energy to do this again. Because he had to. The need to tie himself to her was so overpowering it scared him.
“Oh, wow.” Lara stroked his hair and finally loosened her grip around his waist. Her legs fell to either side of him, but Johnny didn’t want to pull out yet. “That was incredible.”
“Yeah.” He tucked his head next to hers, breathing into the pillow, and tried to remember how to make coherent sentences. Nothing yet.
“You felt so big in me. So thick.” She did something with her inner muscles that made him shudder and spurt again, though he’d thought himself done.
“Yeah.”
She sighed, her hands on his hair totally relaxing. And a little…arousing? “It figures sex with you would be better than my fantasies.”
He propped himself up on his elbows to see her. “Fantasies? Tell me more.”
She laughed. “Okay, I admit I wondered a time or two what sleeping with you would be like.”
“That’s it?” He equated sleeping with you with actual sleeping, and found to his surprise that the idea had appeal. Holding Lara close, sleeping with her, waking up next to her, had him longing for so much more.
“I wouldn’t call this sleeping.” He withdrew a fraction, then surged deeper, still wearing the condom. He knew he needed to pull out and dispose of it, but she felt so damn good right now. “Come on. Tell me something real, in detail.”
She sighed and clamped down on him, and he fought a shiver. “Well, there’s one fantasy where we’re together…and your head is between my legs.”
He moved faster, getting his second wind and growing.
Her voice lowered. “We’re in a garage.” She toyed with the hair at his nape. “You’re working on some hot rod, a pretty red car. But when you see me, you have to put your tools aside, because you’re so hungry for me.” She moaned as he worked her harder. “Then you strip me, throw me down on the hood of that pretty car, and start eating me out.” Lara clenched him inside her with a sharp contraction and gasped. “God, Johnny. Didn’t you fill that thing already?”
“Yeah, and I’m gonna fill it again. Well, not this one.” It killed him, but he withdrew and hurriedly pulled off the condom, tossing it discreetly next to the bed on the floor. “I need another one. Now.”
He rolled off her and dug one out of his nightstand, aware of her gaze.
“Holy crap. You’re huge. I mean, I felt you in me. But you’re just… a grower, aren’t you, Johnny Devlin?”
He flushed, and she laughed. “Stop,” he growled.
“Oh, baby. A big package, and all for me.”
He resheathed himself, amazed he could go again so soon. Then again, this was Lara. Half-hard, he tucked himself back in her hot pussy and closed his eyes, lost inside her.
He moved on instinct and kissed her, soon spurring new moans and pleas from her sweet lips. Then the world fell away as he reached ecstasy in Lara’s arms again. He’d found the one woman who could tear his heart out and leave him a shell of a man—a fact he’d suspected four years and seven months ago. But now, having had her so close, he didn’t know if he’d survive when she inevitably left.
A troubling dilemma, and one he’d try to figure out just as soon as he could get his brain to start working again.
They lay together, breathing heavily, Johnny so bone-deep content he had trouble thinking of anything but Lara.
“You’re heavy,” she whispered, sounding drowsy.
He reluctantly withdrew, scooping the used condom from the floor, and left for the bathroom, returning cleaned up. He slid into bed beside her and marveled that even spent and a little sweaty, Lara looked like an angel.
“I just need a tiny nap before I go.”
He glanced at the clock and saw the hour had reached nearly three. She had to be beat, and truth was, Johnny didn’t want her to leave. “Shh. Just close your eyes. I’m in no rush to boot your ass out the door.”
She gave a low laugh, sighed, then curled into him. His heart did a weird flip in his chest and settled, her warmth making it impossible to keep any kind of safe distance, physically or emotionally. So he
surrendered to the closeness and hugged her tight. He fell asleep spooning her, never wanting to let go.
Chapter 13
If it was a dream, it was one of the best she’d ever had. Caught between sleep and wakefulness, Lara moaned into a man’s mouth, his callused hands all over her breasts and belly. She was lying under him, spread-eagle, as he nuzzled his way from her mouth to her neck, kissing and caressing all the way.
She gripped him, loving the thick girth and steely evidence of his arousal. So big, so hungry for her.
He moaned and settled between her thighs. In one deep push he shoved inside her, until he could go no farther. She felt incredibly full, and so turned on she literally overheated. Then he was moving, faster and deeper, hitting all the right spots.
“Johnny,” she sighed and hugged him tight.
“Yeah, baby. Lara…” The bed rocked, faster now, and she came fully awake to the glorious feel of Johnny inside her, reminding her that sometimes dreams do come true.
He inserted a hand between them as he leaned up, and those clever fingers found her happy spot without err. The added stimulation set her off, and she cried out as she came hard around him, holding him inside.
A swear word, then he pulled out and spent on her belly, his breath sawing in and out while he moaned his pleasure. It seemed forever as she clenched and spasmed around the emptiness where he’d just been.
“Damn, honey. I left a mess. Sorry about that.” He reached beside him and found something to clean off her belly. Then he tossed it aside.
As she came down off her high, she realized what had almost happened. She froze.
Above her, Johnny tensed as well. “You okay?”
“You almost came inside me.”
He swore under his breath then lay next to her on his side. “I know. I didn’t mean to. Honest to God, I was half-dreaming you. I mean, I’m in bed, and there’s this sexy woman with perfect curves grinding against me. Then your hand wrapped around my cock, and I lost it.”
So, that had been real then. She blushed. Partly her fault, and except for almost having unprotected sex… “Wait. You were inside me. Without a condom.”
“Yeah.” He sounded a little too pleased about the fact.
She leaned up on her elbow, aware of his gaze straying to her mouth then her breasts. “So do I have anything to worry about?”
His lazy grin vanished, and his gaze snapped back to her face. “Huh? You mean… shit no. I’m not careless.” His cheeks turned pink. “Not usually, at least. I always use a rubber.”
“Even when your girlfriends sleep over?”
He turned even redder and lay back, slinging an arm over his face. He mumbled something.
“What?”
“I said they don’t sleep over. I either sleep at their place, or we go our separate ways.”
“So I’m christening a virgin bed?” Hard to believe.
“Not exactly. Damn, Lara. Do we have to talk about this? Now?”
“Um, let me think.” She popped him in the chest.
“Ow.”
“Yes, we have to talk about this now,” she said, feeling frantic. She did trust he took care of himself. But being with him felt too wonderful. She didn’t want to leave. And it looked as though she’d spent the entire night with him. In his bed, waking to have more sex with the dynamo. Without being conscious of it, she’d grown addicted to Johnny Devlin, as she’d always feared she might. “We did the horizontal mambo without protection, and I don’t know your sexual history. Well, except that you’re a horndog.”
“Now, baby, that’s not exactly true.”
She saw the grin he didn’t hide. “Oh?”
“Sure, there’ve been women over the years. Not as many as you’d think, especially not recently.” He sighed. “Look, I’m a stickler about keeping it clean. Had a problem back when I was a teenager that cleared up fast enough. Nothing serious, but it was enough to scare me straight. Trust me when I say you’re the first woman I went into without protection.”
“So your past blow jobs were with condoms too?”
He frowned. “Seriously? Hell no. I mean…”
“Exactly.”
“Oh, come on. I’m done with one-night stands, have been for years.” At her look, he amended, “Okay, months, but still. I’m different than I used to be. When I’m with a girl, I know if she’s clean or not before I…before we… This is really awkward.”
“You think?” Was it wrong for her to get a secret kick out of embarrassing the big bad stud?
He blew out a breath. “You want me to get tested or something? I’m due for a checkup anyway.”
She blinked at him. “Tested?”
“You know. You’re a nurse—almost. You know about this stuff. I can get a workup.” He grew animated. “Hey, you can get one too, then go on the Pill, and we can ignore condoms all together. Sounds like a plan, huh?”
“Hold on.”
He rolled over her and had her underneath him in seconds. “Well, why not? We both know this is the beginning with us, right? I mean, us hangin’ out and having sex, having a good time. That us. Or are you telling me last night was enough and you want to call it quits already?”
“Is this your way of trying to get me to go steady with you?” she teased, half-serious. He’d been quick to amend “the beginning with us” to being casual buddies who hung out and fucked. Which was what she was in the market for, all said and done.
Sex with Johnny had truly relaxed her. Orgasmic sex apparently cured tension and headaches. Who knew? Before Johnny, she sure the hell hadn’t.
Johnny stared at her. “I don’t know if I’d call it steady, but I’m a one-woman guy. I don’t do more than one woman at a time. I mean, there was that one night in Houston a while back, but…” He smirked at her.
“Shut up.” Knowing Johnny, he might not be lying about more than one woman in his bed. “I get that you’re selective. You have a lot of sex, but only with one woman at one time, and according to you, it’s safe sex.”
“I don’t know I’d say I have a lot of sex, but—”
“I don’t have casual sex.” Sadly. “Never have.” Never had—until you. Before he could contradict her, she admitted, “You’re different. I’ve known you for years, so we’re not exactly casual. Plus, you’re really good in bed.”
“Yeah?” He grinned.
“Please. Don’t act surprised. You rocked my world, but I rocked yours right back.”
“That’s true. You’re not half-bad when you’re naked.”
“So many compliments. I’m all aflutter,” she deadpanned, and he laughed.
It hadn’t been lost on her that he remained naked, his body all hard muscle and sexy lines. Not to mention that impressive part of him that seemed to stiffen when he shifted against her.
“So what do you say? I’ll get myself checked out, you do the same. We can be together, the two of us. No one else.” He shrugged, but his deliberate nonimposing tone alerted her to be wary.
“You’re saying you want an exclusive relationship that’s not serious?”
“We need to spell this whole thing out, huh?”
“Isn’t that your MO?”
“Kind of.” Johnny kissed her, then brushed her hair off her cheek with a tender touch. “Man, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?”
“Stop changing the subject.” And stop messing with my head!
“You’re also a hard-ass. But I like that about you.”
“So…?”
He sighed, loudly. “So…how about we keep this easy? We fool around, you and me. Like, we’re dating.”
“That does sound better than calling you my fuck buddy.”
He flinched. “Ouch. Look, let’s have fun together. Just you and me. Until you get bored with me and take off.”
He didn’t sound like he was joking.
“Yeah. That’s what’ll happen.” She snorted. “I’ll get tired of you, the guy who has women throwing their panties at him.”
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“That is such crap. It happened just that one time at a concert.”
“I was kidding.” She stared up at him. “A woman really threw her panties at you?”
“Ah, so Foley never said anything about this?”
“No.” But she planned on cornering the big guy for answers.
“Right. Well.” He leaned into her, and his cock dragged over her belly, hard and ready to go. “Now that we have our status settled, how about I do you again?” He ground against her still-wet sex. “You get me hot and bothered by breathing. But naked… I can’t resist.” He kissed her until she forgot her own name.
But as he slid inside her on a groan, she put a hand on his chest. “Wait.”
He froze. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
“Not with the sex. I mean, just to clarify things—so we’re now dating? Having fun and having sex?”
“Yeah.” He started thrusting in and out of her, his eyes dark, cloudy with lust. “Just you and me. Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“So are you.” She groaned. “But I meant it about condoms.”
“I know, I know.” He withdrew and rustled in his side table again. “But can we agree that if we both check out I can fuck you bareback? Please?” He sounded so hopeful.
“Well, I’ll think about it.”
“That’s a yes.” He put the condom on and slid back inside her on a moan. “That means I’m it for you for the foreseeable future.”
“And I’m it for you, Romeo.”
“Yeah, you are.” He fucked her harder.
She couldn’t talk anymore, and neither could he. Her morning passed by in a blur of sex, laughter, and more sex. By the time noon rolled around, she thought her stomach might cave in from lack of nutrients.
“I’m so hungry,” she complained as she sat in her clothes from the day before. I’m such a skank. An awesome, incredible skank. I rock!
Johnny had finished his shower and now dried off in front of her. And yes, Johnny Devlin naked, wet, and in only a towel was as good a sight as she and Rena had once thought it might be.