by Jill Sanders
“Oh my!” He said right before her lips closed over his in a kiss that had all of his blood heading south.
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Now! She wanted him now. Her lips and body vibrated against him. Couldn’t he feel the power? Why weren’t his hands racing over her like hers were on him. Then she realized that her hands were glued to his hair and almost giggled. Her body hadn’t caught up with her mind yet.
Releasing his hair from her grip, she ran her hands over his dinner jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. When it hit the ground, she started working on his tie, only to have him grab her hands and pull back.
“Becca?” He shook his head.
“No,” she said, putting a finger over his lips. “No questions. Not for tonight. Please. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.” She reached up slowly and pulled his tie from around his neck. “No questions tonight.” She smiled and tossed the tie behind her and then reached slowly for his shirt with her eyes still on his and slowly undid each and every button.
The wine was wearing off quickly, and she hoped she’d have enough nerve to continue.
When his shirt was open for her, she pushed her hands slowly over his chest and then moved them up over his shoulders and slid them down his arms, enjoying the play of muscles beneath her fingertips.
She licked her lips and watched his eyes heat as he watched the movement. “I love the feel of you.”
“My god!” It came out as a soft growl.
She smiled. “Do I make you hard?” she asked next to his skin, her breath dancing over the tiny hairs on his chest.
She felt him nod just before her tongue darted out to play over his pecs. His hands went to her hair, fisting there as she enjoyed herself, taking her time, exploring every inch, every bulge of muscle.
Then, when she dipped to go lower, to follow the dark trail of hair that led her towards her goal, he pulled on her until she stood back up.
“My turn.” He smiled and backed her up until her shoulders pressed against the door. She nodded, feeling her mouth go dry.
His hands pushed hers up over her head as his mouth came back down to hers. He scooped both of her hands into one of his, circling her tiny wrists easily with one hand. His other hand traveled down her inner arm, causing little bumps to rise over her heated skin. Then he moved to her shoulder and towards her back. She heard and felt her dress zipper slowly lowering as his mouth ran down her neck, heating her skin further.
Her breath hitched as she felt her dress slide down her naked body.
“My god!” he whispered against her skin.
“You keep saying that.” She smiled.
He pulled back a little and looked at her. His hands dropped to his sides as his head slowly shook. “Had I known you weren’t wearing anything underneath that dress, we wouldn’t have made it to dinner.”
She smiled as his eyes roamed slowly over her every curve. She reached for him and pulled him back towards her.
When their skin touched, his eyes closed and he moaned softly before he kissed her again. His hands tentatively touched her exposed skin, and then when she moved with his exploration, he started to move them faster, exploring every inch of her.
She was on fire. When she reached for the snap of his pants, his fingers settled over her wrists again. Then he quickly picked her up and started walking towards the stairs as she smiled and trailed kisses over his shoulder.
“I’ve never been carried before.” She smiled against his skin.
“Sure you have.” He chuckled. “I carried you up your stairs just a few days ago.”
She nodded. “I stand corrected. I’ve never been carried to bed before.”
He smiled down at her as they reached the top of the stairs. “This is the week for firsts.”
She nodded, feeling her mouth go dry as he smiled down at her. His dimples were showing and his hair was messed up from her hands. The tousled look and the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt made him look like a sexy underwear model from one of her sister’s favorite magazines.
He gently laid her down on the bed and quickly disposed of his pants. The black boxer briefs clung to his thick thighs and made her mouth water.
“Are you sure?” he asked, looking down at her.
She smiled. “Sean, if you don’t come down here…” She licked her lips and watched his eyes follow the movement.
He nodded and then reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. She was thankful he’d thought ahead.
Then he was hovering over her. “You still have these on.” She smiled and pulled on the band of his shorts.
“Slowly.” He smiled. “I like savoring you.” He dipped his head and ran his mouth down the curve of her neck. She arched upwards and enjoyed his hands roaming over her again. When she felt him settle between her thighs, she sighed and wrapped her legs around his hips.
“I’m trying to control myself,” he said against her skin.
“I’m not.” She giggled.
She could feel him smile against her. “You’re asking for it.”
She felt his breath on her just before he dipped down and placed a kiss on her most private spot. Her shoulders arched off the mattress as her hands dug into his hair. She thought she heard a moan escape, but she was too busy enjoying what he was doing to her to pay any attention to who had made the sound. His fingers brushed her slick skin as he lapped at her.
She’d never experienced anything like it. Nick had never. Would have never. She tossed her head from side to side, not wanting to spoil the moment by feeling guilt about Nick. No, this was her time. She only wanted to focus on her enjoyment. Hers and Sean’s.
She focused on what he was doing to her, how his dark hair looked between her thighs as he pleasured her. She closed her eyes and threw back her head as she felt herself slide to a glorious finish.
She heard him moving around and when her eyes opened again, he hovered above her with a smile on his lips. “Now that’s what I wanted to see,” he said as he slid slowly into her.
Her eyes closed again on a moan and she felt herself building again a lot quicker than before. She knew it would be much faster than a simple slide.
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Sean tried to hold out for her. He’d waited too damn long. He should have taken her downstairs, hard and fast against the door like she had wanted.
Now her hazel eyes had gone smoky and her lips were a dark pink where she’d bit them as he’d pleasured her. The tangy taste of her was still on his tongue and when he closed his eyes, he could still feel her exploding around his mouth.
Her nails dug into his hips as she pushed him to pound into her faster, harder. His arms shook as he held himself above her. Not from the exertion, but from the desire that was pulsing through his veins.
When she wrapped her legs around his hips, he jolted, causing her to squeal with delight.
“You like that?” He smiled and did it again.
She nodded as he looked down at her. She was biting her bottom lip again. He thrust deeper, harder, and watched her throw back her head with pleasure.
“Perfect,” he moaned, enjoying the movement himself. Her fingernails dug farther into his skin. He would have marks there tomorrow, but he didn’t care.
What mattered most to him was that watching Becca during an orgasm was almost as good as catching her in his mouth.
Chapter Ten
Becca couldn’t move and she didn’t care. For most of the night, Sean had pinned her down to the mattress. She’d stayed warm and had enjoyed the feel of his skin on hers.
At some point in the middle of the night, he’d rolled to her side and had spooned her. His arms had wrapped around her tightly, holding her next to him.
“Morning,” he said into her hair. She could feel his body tense as he became fully awake.
She smiled and tried not to laugh. Turning to him, her smile fell away as she looked at him. He was perfection and for just a split second, she wondered what she’d done to deserve so much.
“I…I…ugh.” He shook his head. She could tell he was fighting with something in his mind.
“I have to use the restroom,” she blurted out, trying to spare them both from saying anything embarrassing.
He nodded then sighed and removed his arms from around her. When she glanced at him as she wrapped the robe around herself, he looked a little relieved, so she hurried towards the bathroom.
“Since it’s still really early, I thought we’d hit the gym this morning before we tackled anything else on your list.”
She stopped and thought about it. Since she’d started working at the bakery, she’d gotten used to waking early and, since most of her energy was used up in the morning, she saw no problem with spending some time at the gym. Nodding, she turned and grabbed her bag. “I’ll be out quickly.” He nodded.
When she closed the door behind her, she rested against it and desperately wished for a shower. Instead, she settled for a very shallow bath with no jets.
She’d packed her yoga shorts and workout top, just in case, and was very thankful she had. She’d had a little issue packing her tennis shoes, so instead had packed a pair of walking shoes, figuring that they would do in a pinch if she needed.
As she stepped out to the bedroom, she watched Sean pull on a T-shirt and sighed. She didn’t regret last night at all. In fact, she was hoping for a repeat performance soon.
He turned to her and smiled. “Shall we?”
She nodded and swallowed her lust.
When they walked into the gym, there were several other men there, but no women. She almost laughed, but then she saw the look Sean was giving a guy who was blatantly staring at her breasts.
Sean stepped in front of her and took her arm lightly. “Maybe we should…”
She whispered. “Really, you can’t stop every man from staring at them.” She rubbed her fingers over his arms and smiled. “I do have wonderful breasts.” She giggled as she turned and started to head towards the treadmills.
By the time she had figured out how to start the machine, Sean was next to her on his own machine.
They started off at a slow walk, but when he bumped it up to a light jog, she was right there with him. Then he took it to a faster pace and she felt her competitiveness kick in. She knew she couldn’t match his pace stride for stride; his legs were just too long. But she could at least make it interesting. She spiked hers up and increased the incline.
Sweat dripped down her back and neck. She’d tied her hair up on top of her head in a ponytail, which swung with each stride. She wished she’d thought to grab a bottled water from the fridge across the room, but she was enjoying herself.
Finally, when the machine beeped that it was time to start cooling down, she slowed the pace and lowered the incline. Sean slowed his machine as well.
“Doing okay?” He glanced over at her.
She nodded. She was more winded than she’d realized, so she took a couple soothing breaths as she walked and tried to lower her heart rate.
“That was refreshing.” She smiled when the machine stopped.
He chuckled. “How about some weights?” He nodded to the now cleared weight area.
“Sure.” She inwardly sighed, dreaming of a cool shower and a day by the pool.
“Don’t worry, I promise not to break you.” He took her waist and pulled her towards the fridge. “First off, hydration.” He took out two bottles and handed her one.
She drank from the bottle like she’d gone without for days. The cool liquid felt like heaven as it cooled her from the inside.
“Better?” he asked. He watched her every movement, and he’d yet to take a sip of his own water.
She nodded and then watched as he took a drink. Sweat dripped down his neck and his throat as he leaned his head back and took a large drink. She watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed. All of a sudden, she was desperately thirsty again. This time, she knew water wouldn’t quench her thirst.
“Let’s start off with something easy.” He picked up some small dumbbells. They were covered in blue plastic and looked like children’s toys. “Here, try these.”
She frowned and put her hands on her hips. “Really? I get the kids toys?”
He chuckled. “Just try them.” He held them out.
She walked over with a slight frown on her lips and took them. They were heavier than she’d thought. “What should I do with them?”
He smiled. “Wait, let me get some weights, then you can follow what I do.” He walked over and picked up two very large black weights and then stood a few feet to her side.
He lifted his arms straight out to his sides and she followed along. After the first five, she felt her shoulders start to sting; by eight, her whole arms screamed at her. But she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was a complete and utter wuss. She bit her bottom lip and tried to keep up with him. In the end, she did fourteen to his twenty.
When he stopped, she was thankful. Then he started moving his arms in a different pattern, this time bending them towards him. She tried to follow along. Tried. She probably got six done before he set his weights down and walked behind her.
“Here, hold your elbow closer.” He took her right arm in his and showed her how to move. After helping her with one, he dropped his hands. “Now you try.” He stayed close behind her as she lifted her right arm. “Keep your elbow in,” he said next to her ear, causing little bumps to race down her neck.
Her eyes were glued to the mirror in front of them as she lifted her arm as he’d instructed. But instead of watching herself, she was focused on his dark head as he watched her.
“Good, now try the other arm,” he said, moving over to her other side. His head came up and his eyes locked with hers in the mirror.
She started to lift her arm and saw his eyes heat as he watched her reflection. “Elbow in.” His voice sounded a little too soft, like he wasn’t really paying attention.
She tucked her arm in and continued to lift. His hands came up and went to her hips, pulling her back just a little until she came up against him. She felt him grow against her back and closed her eyes on a soft moan.
“I think we’re done here,” he whispered, then took the weights from her and returned them to the stand.
Then he took her hand and started walking quickly out of the gym.
It was still early enough that there were only a few other people walking around. The sun was almost coming up by the time they made it back to their door. By then her heart was racing, and she was having a hard time catching her breath for reasons other than exercise.
When the door shut behind them, he pushed her up against the door. “We seem to end up here a lot,” he said just before his mouth took hers in a kiss that had every muscle in her body aching.
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He wasn’t going to do this. Or so he had kept telling himself over and over again in the last hour. He’d wanted her again the moment he’d woken up. Before, actually. He’d dreamed about her smell, her taste, the way she’d felt in his arms.
Waking up holding her tight against his body had been heaven. Until he’d seen the look in her eyes. Instantly he’d seen that she’d regretted last night and it had killed him.
Then it had been pure hell to watch her in the mirror at the gym. Her tight workout clothes clung to every inch of her curves. Her breasts were pushed up, and he wanted nothing more than to stare at them all day.
When he’d seen the heat in her eyes, he’d completely lost the last hold he’d had on his control. He’d grown so hard right there in the gym that he could have taken her anywhere, even there.
It had taken all his willpower to get them quickly back to their room. When he heard the door behind him click, he realized he had no plans to go another step.
He pushed her, maybe a little too fast, up against the door and kissed her as his hands yanked and pulled the tight clothes off that sexy body.
Then he pushed his fingers deep into her h
eat before she had a chance to object. He was rewarded with a moan as her hips jumped towards him.
She nipped at his lips as he clamped her hands in his, holding her steady for his exploration. She was gloriously naked and he still had his sweaty shirt and shorts on, but he didn’t want to stop his torture of her, not yet. His mouth traveled over her skin, tasting her salty silkiness as he moved over her breasts. He stopped there and enjoyed how her nipples puckered on the tip of his tongue.
Soft, sexy sounds were coming from her and he wanted—no, needed—to hear more. Moving farther down, he kept moving his fingers deep into her as her hips pumped along with his rhythm. When he trailed kisses over her tight stomach, she held her breath and grabbed at his hair.
“Sean!” she gasped and tried to pull him up. “I need…”
“What?” he demanded, his voice sounding a little rough. “Tell me.”
“You.” Her eyes locked with his. “I need you. Now. Fast.”
He nodded and felt like he’d won the best prize ever. Standing, he yanked his shorts down and put on a rubber, then pushed her legs wide and was deep in her in one quick motion.
The scream of delight that escaped her lips was his reward. His mouth captured the rest of her soft sounds as he pounded relentlessly into her. He felt her convulse around him, and he followed her quickly.
His head was resting against the back of the door as he listened to their breathing slow down. When she sighed, he smiled.
“I think we need a shower,” he said as he picked her up in one quick motion. Her eyes were closed as she nodded and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Not until the cool water hit them did she open her eyes again.
“What?” She tensed and looked around. They were standing in the shower, both butt naked for the entire world to see.
He chuckled. “Problem?” She moved to cover herself with her hands. He decided to distract her from her discomfort and his hands moved out, slowly running over her slick skin.