The water running from the showerhead was warm, the room beginning to steam nicely with heat. It swirled around them, finding its way into every nook and cranny. Naomi felt as if she’d been exported to another time and place, she and Patrick performing an exotic dance of give-and-take as they discovered every intimate detail about each other.
He suddenly dropped to his knees, gently guiding one leg over his shoulder. When he pressed his mouth to her sweet spot, Naomi thought she might fall to the floor in ecstasy. The sensations he was eliciting with his tongue as he lapped at her nectar had her quivering, her muscles weak, every nerve ending snapping to attention. He licked every inch of her, lightly at first, flicking at her clit, then probing deeper. She wiggled and twisted, moving her hips in a slow, seductive motion, moving with him as he savored the taste of her.
Naomi hissed out a low gust of air. “Yes!” She pressed a palm to the back of his head and clutched the shower rail with her other hand to steady herself.
When her orgasm hit, it erupted with a ferocity Naomi didn’t expect. She screamed his name, clutching his head as she pushed herself against his tongue. Her body quaked, the intensity unlike anything she could describe. He kept licking as wave after wave of indescribable euphoria cascaded through her and she collapsed against the tiled wall, water still washing down over them both.
For the second time that day Patrick swept her up into his arms. He carried her from the shower to the bed, dragging the covers to the floor before he eased her onto the mattress. In the other room the water was still running and neither cared. Naomi gestured toward the nightstand. “Condoms,” she whispered huskily.
Patrick opened the drawer. Inside, a brand-new, unopened box of prophylactics rested in a corner. Naomi lay sprawled across the dampened sheets, panting softly. He smiled as he tore at the cellophane, claimed one from inside and quickly sheathed himself. As he crawled above her, Naomi pulled him in, her mouth and body meeting his. He kissed her fervently, his tongue searching as he pushed her legs open, spreading her wide. He teased her, grinding his pelvis against hers, back and forth, over and over again.
“Don’t tease me,” she gasped.
“You want this?” he whispered back, still crushing his body against hers, the slow gyrations moving her to moan softly.
“You know I do.”
“Say it!”
Naomi’s breathing was labored, coming in quick gasps as her body twitched with anticipation. “I want you, Patrick!”
“Say it again!”
“I want...want... I want you... Patrick, I want...” She stammered, words failing her as she reveled in the sensation of his touch.
Patrick suddenly pushed her legs forward. He hooked his arms behind her knees and then he entered her, sliding his length into her in one swift motion. Naomi gasped, surprised by the fullness that suddenly possessed her body. Patrick began to work his hips back and forth, slowly sliding in and out of her. Heat began to build as her body rose from the mattress to meet him stroke for stroke. She gasped again, then murmured his name, chanting it over and over like a favored mantra.
His strokes were slow and easy, then fast and furious, in and out, out and in. With each push and pull she tightened around him, squeezing him harder and harder. The friction of his body inside hers pushed them both to the edge of an abyss and then dropped them over the side. Naomi orgasmed a second time, and when she did, Patrick came with her. Every muscle tensed with unadulterated desire as he pushed himself into her and screamed her name, before collapsing above her. They both cried out, their voices ringing with glee as they shuddered and trembled together, riding the wave of each orgasmic aftershock. The intensity of the moment was more than either could have ever imagined.
* * *
When Naomi opened her eyes, sunlight was coming through the windows of her bedroom. She rolled toward the edge of the bed to steal a quick glance at the alarm clock resting on the nightstand. It was well past ten in the morning, the alarm having sounded hours earlier. Beside her, Patrick was still sleeping, low snores vibrating past his lips. Watching him brought a smile to her face as she remembered the lovemaking that had lasted into the early-morning hours. She had lost count of the number of times he had brought her to orgasm, each cataclysmic outburst more powerful than the last. She imagined the dull ache between her legs would be a pleasant reminder through the day of all they had shared.
She reached for her cell phone and sent a text message to her staff. She didn’t want them looking for her when she had no intention of leaving the house. It wasn’t often that she allowed herself to play hooky from work, but she had plans for her and Patrick that had nothing to do with the business or the farm. Dropping the device back to the nightstand, she eased herself out of bed and into the bathroom. After a quick wash and dry, she headed into the kitchen, suddenly famished.
It was the sound of an electric appliance that eventually pulled Patrick from slumber. He reached an arm out, and when he found the bed empty, he opened his eyes. Despite feeling energized, his body was still fatigued, but in a pleasant way. He had no complaints as he thought about the previous night, the memories flooding his mind. A wide grin creased his face as he palmed the morning erection suddenly throbbing for attention. He rose and walked naked into the bathroom to relieve himself. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he went in search of Naomi.
She was standing at the kitchen counter, cutting fruits and vegetables before passing them through a juicer. Naomi was topless, wearing only a pair of pale pink panties. Her dreadlocks were pulled into a high ponytail, a printed silk scarf wound intricately around her head. She smiled when she saw him staring. “Good morning, sleepyhead!”
“Hey, you! Don’t you look delicious this morning.”
She giggled. “Thank you. You look quite yummy yourself,” she said, as she nodded toward the bulge that hung heavy between his legs.
Patrick laughed as he leaned to kiss her. “So, what are you up to?”
“Making juice for our breakfast. You need to get your energy back up and this will do the trick.”
He reached for the glass she extended toward him, his face skewed in a mock snarl.
She continued, “It’s good for you. It’s beets, carrots, apples and spinach. Now, drink up. And it doesn’t taste bad at all, so stop playing.”
Amused, Patrick eyed her with a hint of skepticism, not quite convinced.
Naomi laughed. “Drink and then I’ll take care of that personal problem you have there,” she said, as her eyes dropped low, then lifted back to his face. She licked her lips, the salacious gesture pulling his own smile wider.
“Well, if you insist,” he said, then chugged the drink, swallowing it in a few quick gulps.
She laughed again as she sipped her own drink.
“So, what’s on our agenda today?” he asked, as he leaned over the countertop. “We’re late for work, aren’t we?”
She moved to the sink, washing both glasses and the juicer. “The boss gave us the day off,” she answered, tossing him a look.
Patrick grinned. “I guess I’ll have to show the boss my appreciation,” he said, as he moved to her side.
He slid a hand across her buttocks, gently squeezing one cheek and then the other. Naomi giggled again as she turned toward him, pressing her body against his. She raised her mouth and kissed him, finding the taste of apples and toothpaste on their breath. Patrick suddenly lifted her from the floor, setting her atop the counter. He eased one finger under the elastic of her panties. Heat radiated from the gap between her thighs. Her body quivered with anticipation as he gently explored her intimate folds and his thumb tapped at the hood of her clit. Naomi opened herself even further, widening her legs to allow him easier access.
Patrick slid his hand in deeper, teasing the soft curls on her mound. A second finger and then a third and fourth dived b
etween her parted legs. He slid them in and out of her as he coated each with her wetness. Naomi began to rock herself against his knuckles, her head tossed back in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
When Patrick pulled his hand from her, she’d come at least twice, the sensations leaving her dazed. Naomi watched as he moved his fingers to his lips and licked them, one by one, tasting the sweetness of her juices. He hummed in appreciation as he winked at her. She shook her head as she slid back down to the floor.
Naomi moved to the refrigerator, searching until she found a jar of homemade strawberry preserves tucked away in the back. “Would you open this for me?” she asked, passing him the container.
Patrick laughed. “Really, Naomi?” he quipped as he twisted off the cap.
Amusement painted her expression. “A girl is hungry,” she said, her expression smug. “Very hungry!”
Laughter danced in his eyes when she pressed a palm to his chest and gently pushed him toward a stool at the counter. Sitting down, he found himself twitching with excitement as she dipped a spoon into the sweet confection and dropped a mound of it directly onto his lap, berries and jelly dripping down his shaft and tangling in his pubic hair. He jumped, his eyes widening, as the appendage hardened in anticipation.
Moving between his legs, Naomi dropped to her knees before him. She planted a trail of damp kisses against his inner thighs, then glided strawberries up and down his member with her tongue. Patrick moaned, a deep guttural utterance that came from someplace deep in his midsection.
She played with him, toying with him, stroking him gently as she licked the sugar from his testicles. She took one into her mouth and then the other. Above her, Patrick moaned, his hips beginning to bounce lightly up and down. Her teasing had him rigid, his yearning so intense he was past ready to explode. Naomi slid her tongue gently along the underside of his shaft, swirling it in small circles, and then her wet mouth enveloped him, her cheeks bulging.
“Oh, yeah,” Patrick muttered softly. “Just like that!”
Naomi continued to pleasure him with her mouth. Her tongue, lips and hands moved with near-perfect technique. He was panting heavily, in awe of just how good it all felt. Her tongue danced over the head, down the length, lashing at his scrotum and back again. She licked him like a lollipop, then sucked him as if drinking her favorite beverage through a straw. She lapped at him, over and over, until every ounce of the sweet confection was gone and he was ready to explode.
“Don’t make me come,” Patrick quipped as he shifted his hips back and away. He pulled himself from her grasp.
Naomi sat back on her haunches, swiping at her lips with her fingers. Standing, Patrick searched out the necessary protection, then returned to pull her to her feet. He kissed her neck, suckling the soft flesh, before moving to one breast and then the other. He nuzzled his face between the soft swells, inhaling the sweetest hint of jasmine that scented her skin.
Pleasure blessed her center—a deep, intoxicating hedonism that woke something inside her core that had been dormant for longer than she realized. She found herself craving it, lusting after it, unable to fathom how she’d not known how much she needed it.
He suddenly spun her around, sheathing himself quickly before bending her forward over the counter. He entered her swiftly, taking her from behind. He pushed himself into her until her buttocks were cradled tightly against his pelvis. Naomi moaned, completely incapable of speech. They were lost in a multitude of sensations as he drove himself in and out of her, harder and harder, slow, then fast.
Their loving moved from one room to the other, leaving no corner of the house left untouched. Morning turned into afternoon as they spent the day exploring and loving each other. In bed and out they ravished one another, savoring orgasm after orgasm until they were too spent to even walk. Then, hand in hand, wrapped warmly around each other, they sat on the screened porch and watched the sun set.
Chapter 13
Naomi and Patrick fell into a comfortable routine with one another. They had returned to Salt Lake City and been back to Phoenix twice more since their first trip. Patrick still hadn’t given any thought to finding another job, uncovering much joy in getting his hands dirty on Naomi’s farms. Since he’d left the Perry Group, Garrison had called him multiple times, wanting to renew their friendship and go back to the way they had been with each other. But Patrick wasn’t interested in anything Garrison had to offer. He wasn’t interested in returning to any place where Naomi wasn’t welcomed with him. He didn’t bother to return his old friend’s calls.
The co-op in Salt Lake City was just weeks away from opening. Naomi had invested her heart and soul into replicating the business model that was so successful in Phoenix. Patrick was enjoying being a part of her efforts. Her successes felt as if they were as much his as they were hers.
He stared at her from the window of her home, as she stood outside, gazing out over the land. Clearly, her mind was still racing as she plotted her next steps and planned what she needed to do. They had spent most of the night brainstorming as she ran ideas past him, seeking out his advice. He’d been delighted to give her his thoughts, even though at times he had to admit that he didn’t have a clue. He enjoyed learning her business, finding much gratification in the busywork that required more brawn from him than brain. But he recognized that brain was why she was often lauded for her accomplishments. Naomi was smart as a whip, yet never allowed her intelligence to overshadow her good nature.
She challenged him when he least expected it. They both took great pleasure in debating their respective opinions. Naomi could give as good as she took and she never cut him any slack. He was smitten with her gentle approach to life, her compassionate spirit and her love for her fellow man. She motivated him to want to be a better man. Naomi was in a class of her own making and he often wondered what he had done to become so immensely blessed.
His father chuckled softly into the telephone. The two had been talking for a good long while, Patrick updating him on everything that had happened since their last conversation. Both his parents had been supportive of his decision to take a break while he figured out what he wanted to do next with his life. They knew his finances were in order, and he had invested well. His savings would carry him for quite some time, even if he decided never to practice law again. They also knew that for him to be reevaluating his future, something or someone had made a serious impact on his life.
“So, how long will you be in Phoenix this time, Hijo?” his father asked.
“I’m not quite sure. I’m thinking at least one week, if not two.”
“When do you think you might get home to Miami? Your mother misses you. And I wouldn’t mind seeing you sometime soon myself.”
Patrick nodded into the receiver. “Naomi and I were just talking about that. I really want her to meet you and Mama. And, honestly, we could both use a vacation. So I hope very soon.”
“Well, keep us posted, Hijo.”
“I will, Papi. Give Mama a hug and kiss for me please. And I’ll talk to you again soon.”
“I love you, Hijo!”
“I love you, too, Papi.”
Disconnecting the call, Patrick continued to stare out the kitchen window. Truth be told, he couldn’t wait to introduce Naomi to the only other woman who had a claim on his heart. Zora O’Brien and Naomi Stallion were the two most important women in his small world. He couldn’t fathom life without either of them.
He moved from the window to the back door and stepped out onto the porch. Naomi turned and waved. Patrick waved back, genuine joy flooding his spirit. He could feel that it was going to be a very good day. Stealing a quick glance at his wristwatch, he realized they still had a good hour before anyone would be looking for them. One hour to make the sweetest love to the woman he loved with all his heart.
* * *
Hours later Patrick was stan
ding in conversation with Miguel’s father, the young man listening in as Patrick tried to explain the importance of Miguel pursuing a college education. The older man was adamant that his son follow in his footsteps, migrating from farm to farm to help support the family. Naomi had given it her best shot, but the man wasn’t having it. He was of a different generation, believing that good, old-fashioned hard work would best serve them all. He didn’t see the need for higher education for his son to become successful. He couldn’t see past his own dreams to accept the dreams Miguel had for himself.
Just as the conversation was drawing to an end, Naomi came racing in their direction. Her usual exuberance was dimmed substantially. Patrick had never seen her so anxious, something clearly playing havoc with her spirit. Concern flashed through him as she rushed up to meet him, tears misting her eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“We need to fly back to Utah, immediately. Someone has set fire to the crops at Norris Farms.”
He gripped her shoulders to steady her, the severity of the situation hitting home. No wonder she was shivering, anxiety flooding her spirit.
“What happened?”
Naomi shook her head. “No one’s sure. Noah just called me. But we’ve lost the crop. It’s all gone.”
Patrick hugged her close, wrapping an arm around her back as his other hand tangled in her hair. He kissed the top of her head, feeling her body trembling against him. “You go pack. I’ll make sure everything’s good here and I’ll let everyone know we’re leaving.”
“We won’t be here for this month’s co-op pickup.” She twisted her hands together anxiously.
“Not to worry, Senorita Naomi,” Miguel interjected. “We will make sure that you have no problems.”
His father nodded in agreement.
“Muchas gracias. I appreciate that,” Naomi said with a slight smile. “Thank you.” She reached to give the teenager and his father each a hug. Then she walked back into Patrick’s arms one last time before heading toward the farmhouse. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she murmured as he hugged her tightly. “Who would do such a thing?”
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