After dinner, they strolled along the streets until the cold had forced them to return to his truck.
After driving for long moments she’d spoken, breaking their silence.
“What?”
With a small nod, she pointed out the back of the window. “Mingles,” she replied, and it was then that Canton realized what she was referring to.
A small sign he would have missed, with the name of the club and an arrow pointing which direction to go in order to “get your party on,” was off the side of the two-lane highway.
In all of his time coming to Wellsburg, he’d never noticed it. He hadn’t returned to the club after she’d left Cheyenne.
“It’s still open?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he replied, clearing his throat. “Think so. I heard they turned it into a Chinese buffet a few years back, though,” he said.
“Seriously?” she asked.
“Seriously, they did. At least that’s what I heard.” He shrugged. “Like I said, I haven’t been there since...you left.”
She turned to him; their gazes locked. For a fraction of a moment, time transported them back to that night when they’d first met, and both remembered those initial feelings.
A car honked behind them and Canton turned his attention back to the road.
Again, silence reigned until Naomi cleared her throat and spoke. “Would you mind if...could we drive by there?” she asked, and he heard the hesitancy in her voice.
Not questioning the whys of her request, Canton simply expertly flipped a U-turn and drove down the nearly deserted road that led to what was once a club and now...
“‘Mingles Chinese Buffet...and Laundry,’” she supplied, reading the bright neon sign above the former nightclub, unclicking her seat belt so that she could move farther up in the seat and peer through the front window to get a better visual.
The ridiculous of it all had them both laughing hard.
“Oh, my God...you can do your laundry here, too?” she asked, giggling, which set them both off into fresh laughter. This time when their chuckles ended, Canton heard her gasp.
As they’d shared the moment of humor, he realized that she sat very close to him after she’d unbuckled her seat belt. Unconsciously as she’d laughed, she’d moved closer to Canton.
His gaze was focused on her beautiful mouth, the remnants of the smile still lingering on their full lusciousness.
“Uh, I, uh, suppose we’d better get back on the road,” she murmured, her eyes on his mouth as well, making no move to go back to her side of the truck.
Before she could, Canton acted.
Moving so quickly, so smoothly that she didn’t have a chance to react, much less protest, Canton had the seat moved back into its farthest position, and her straddling his lap.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he murmured, his hot gaze on her mouth.
Again before she could react, he’d tilted her head, angling her for his kiss.
With a moan she sank into it and him, her legs opening to accommodate the position he’d placed her in, her arms rising so that her hands rested on the back of his head, her fingers immediately tunneling into the hair at the nape of his neck. The times they’d been together, from the first time seven years ago to the most recent time just a few days ago, Canton loved the habit she had of gripping his hair, tugging him closer to her embrace.
Her feminine machismo was a hot thing to a man like him, a man who often had to temper his wilder side; with a woman like Naomi, he didn’t.
She gave as good as she got.
Canton made a rough growl deep in the back of his throat, drawing her deeper into his embrace, glad he invested in the auto controls on his custom truck, which gave them even more room to maneuver than a typical truck cab.
She offered no resistance to his silent, rough demand, simply opened her mouth and allowed her legs to further relax...as she gave his tongue entry into her mouth.
He kissed and licked her, biting her full lips, hearing her helpless little mewling kitten-like groans as he teased and sucked the small injury.
As he kissed her, his hands swiftly divested her of her coat, and with her help, he drew it from her body, tossing it carelessly into the backseat.
As soon as his hands were back on her, he brought them back up to shove them under her sweater until he came to her bra.
A few deft movements and her beautiful breasts bounced free.
He broke their kiss, brought her blouse up and lowered his head.
The moment he made contact, brought her nipple deep into his mouth, sucked and tugged on it until it became fat and pulsing in his mouth, she cried out, moaning her delight. Her head rolled to the side as she bit her lip and began to move and gyrate on him, her hands frantically grasping at the back of his head.
In the small, warm confines of his vehicle, her smell was intoxicating. Her scent, her taste, and the way she was moving and grinding on him was all driving Canton insane.
His erection was a painful, stabbing muscle that pulsed and throbbed inside his jeans, yet he gave little thought to his own discomfort.
She was the only thing that mattered.
“God, you smell so good, baby, so good,” he mumbled against her mouth, his tongue and lips trailing over her neck, down her collarbone.
She moved her head to the side to give him better access.
“Ohhh, yeah?” she whispered the question, giving vent to her pleasure.
“Yeah,” he breathed the words roughly against the softness of her skin. “Like chrysanthemums and lilies on a warm summer day.”
* * *
Naomi’s breath was locked in her throat, as the atmosphere in the truck grew heavy, the air seemed moist and filled with sexual heat. The things he said to her, what he was doing to her, his touch, everything about him turned her on, including the way he smelled.
God, he smelled good!
His aftershave was an expensive one, she could tell, yet not overpowering. It was mixed with his natural odor; the combined scent was unique, heady, enticing and masculine. Just like the man who wore it.
She inhaled deeply.
“You...you smell good, too,” she whispered, and blushed.
She was new to the feelings he was generating, new to being this...turned on by a man. She felt inadequate, not sure how to respond.
The only thing she could do, in the end, was to simply give in to the feelings he was generating in her.
“You like this, baby?” he asked, his tone little more than a guttural whisper.
As he licked and kissed her, stabbing her nipples with the flat of his tongue as his other hand massaged the other breast, Naomi was on fire with need.
“Yes, yes,” she answered, her own hands as busy as his.
She brought them up beneath his sweater and groaned when she encountered his tightened male nipples.
He growled low when she squeezed one, and she laughed a feminine sound of delight.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his breath on her breast warm as he spoke, and she paused.
She felt his body tremble, yet his hands remained still, waiting for her to give him the okay.
God, she was so needy for him. On fire for his touch.
She could no more say no than she could stop breathing.
“No,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”
He licked the tip of her breast, making his way down the front of her chest, licking and kissing every sensitive spot and nerve along the way.
Naomi squirmed, caught between his big body and the press of his hands bringing her into tight contact with that part of him she had longed for, dreamed of, for seven years since she’d had him the first time.
When his hands went to the hem of her skirt and hitched it up, she lifted her bottom to help him. He yanked down her tights until they were completely out of his way.
When her nearly bare ass tapped against the rough denim she moaned, squirming against him, feeling his erection a
gainst her bottom.
He stilled her gyrating hips, growling against her mouth a warning, “Careful.”
She laughed, breathless, feeling a sense of feminine power at what she could bring out in this man.
“Think that’s funny, huh?” he asked.
His arm tightened around her lean waist, and he brought her into close contact with his shaft. Both of his hands moved to her hips and lifted her up just enough so she cleared his lap, only to bring her back down.
Over. And over and over...
“Ohhhhh, Canton, what are you doing?” she moaned, crying as he slowly ground her against him, his tongue fastened on one of her breasts as he worked her up and down on his shaft.
He inserted a hand between them, shifted her wet panties to the side and in one smooth move, inserted a thick finger inside her clenching heat.
“I need to feel your mouth,” he said and she opened up to him.
“Canton, if we don’t stop, I’m going to—” She stopped, cried out as he jerked her against his hand, working her as though it was his shaft, moving her so that she felt her body tremble, on fire; she knew if he didn’t stop, she’d come.
As badly as she wanted it, she wanted him to feel good, too.
He’d given to her before without taking anything for himself.
Although the orgasm had been amazing, there had been a part of Naomi that wasn’t fulfilled. She realized it was because she hadn’t given him the same pleasure he’d given to her.
But not this time.
As he kissed her, she felt the tautness of his lips, the control he must be exerting that left his big body trembling, all giving testimony to how badly he, too, needed something.
She made her decision.
She eased her own hand between them, moved his fingers away from her panties, her heat, enough so that she could feel the heavy bulge pressing into her.
“Baby, no...what are you doing?” he asked, groaning. He broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers as she stroked him through his jeans.
Not good enough, she swiftly unzipped him and released his shaft, running light caressing fingers over the mushroom head, her fingers coming away wet from his precum.
“Baaaaby, hmmmmm,” he moaned, helplessly moving against her hand as she ran her entire hand, top to bottom, over his long, thick cock.
Naomi was so wet, so excited, she knew it wouldn’t take long to take her over the edge.
With hesitant moves initially, she caressed him; worried that she wasn’t doing it right, she asked, “Is it...is it okay? What I’m doing?” in a near whisper. “Does it feel goo—” Her words were cut off on a long whimper when he readjusted their positions so that as she stroked him, he could go back to pleasuring her.
“Yes, yes...don’t stop.” He grunted the words against the corner of her mouth.
A lone finger circled and rubbed her clit, spreading her moisture around the tight, blood-filled nub that was so engorged it bordered on pain for Naomi, the pleasure was so intense.
When he plunged her depths with one finger and added a second, she grew dizzy, her breaths shallow. But as good as it felt, the mindless sensation of pleasure mounting to incredible heights, she continued to stroke and caress him.
Her small hand was barely able to form a complete fist around his massive shaft, yet she was reassured with his growls of pleasure.
Canton thrust his fingers deep inside her body as his other hand maintained a grasp on her hips, moving her with him as they rocked against each other.
Soon, she felt the beginnings of her orgasm unfurl deep within her belly.
“Canton... I, oh my God, I can’t, oh, I, I—” Her rambling cries for help against the sensual storm were met with feral growls and stinging kisses until she felt her body give in to the pressure.
She came, long and hard, her body shaking as she allowed the orgasm to consume her. As though from a long distance away, she heard him come, felt his body jerk.
When the heat of his seed erupted, Naomi kept the pressure where he needed it, instinct guiding her, as finally, with one last upward thrust into her palm, he collapsed back against the headrest, bringing her body down, her head to rest on his chest.
She closed her eyes, the strength of her orgasm, the wonderful feelings he’d created, all soothing her mind, body and soul.
* * *
After he’d dropped her home with a promise to see her the next day, Naomi felt as though she were on cloud nine; never to her recollection had she ever felt so light. Never could she remember feeling so...right.
All the puzzle pieces of her life fit. If only for this one time, it all fit.
She didn’t want to examine the whys of it. She simply wanted to enjoy the feeling for what it was.
As she prepared for bed, a flush heated her entire body as she thought of how he had, again, first wanted to take care of her needs and not his own. Just as he had before.
Not that she’d allowed that to happen again, she thought, blushing. She’d been afraid she didn’t know what in the world she was doing, having never done that to, for or with a man before. But his groans of pleasure and the way he’d released...yeah, she figured she’d done it right.
A giggle bubbled out of her mouth and she shook her head at herself. He had her acting like a schoolgirl, she thought.
She threw on her pj’s and climbed into bed. For the first time in a long time, she found herself drowsy quickly, and before she could marvel at that, she was asleep, an expression of contentment on her face.
Chapter 15
“Canton, do you remember when you asked me about my parents, and whether I missed Cheyenne or not? You know...about the town, and everything?”
Canton placed the last book on the shelf from the large stack she’d placed in front of him, with the instructions to “put these in order.”
Naomi was placing what appeared to be the last of her stack on the shelf near her desk, next to her computer. After she placed the large tome onto the smaller shelf she examined her work. With a nod of satisfaction, she turned and walked toward him.
He watched in amusement as she tilted her head, left and right, then went about rearranging a few books until with a satisfied grunt she declared, “All done!”
Impatient to feel her against him, he tugged her to his body. “You were saying?” he asked, reminding her of her question.
Or the beginning of one.
Canton moved her body away so that he could see her face better.
“I remember my question...” he gently prodded her, tucking the always-there errant curl back behind her ear.
He’d learned that at times, despite being a brilliant woman, Naomi could lose track of where she was in a sentence, or the fact that she had even asked a question. Or been asked a question.
Or needed to answer a question.
Pretty much if she were involved with anything to do with medicine, even her office and how to arrange her things to her satisfaction, there was a strong likelihood that she would become absentminded.
Rather than being a turnoff, it appealed to him. She was brilliant. A little scatterbrained at times, but brilliant nonetheless.
They were in her office after meeting downtown for lunch. She’d shyly invited him to come back to her clinic if he was interested.
He’d quickly assured her he was. He was greedy for her. In the time they’d spent together, Canton had quickly wanted to know and learn as much about her as he could, greedy for knowledge about her, thirsty to see the sight of her beautiful face, starving for a taste of her lips...her body.
But he’d bided his time.
He wanted, scratch that, needed for her to come to realize that what was between them was strong. Needed her to come to trust him and ultimately want him as desperately as he wanted and needed her.
When thoughts of the lie of omission he’d created weighed heavy on his mind, he forced them away. He knew soon enough he would tell her the truth. He had no other choice.
Not only because it was the right thing to do, but because he would catch the worry that would occasionally show up in her beautiful brown eyes. Canton knew that thoughts of her family’s situation were never far from her mind.
But the time wasn’t right. He would tell her soon, once he felt secure enough in her feelings for him. Feelings he knew were growing deeper as the days went by.
The week had flown by; each day, as he’d promised her, they spent in communication. Whether it was lunch or a phone call, there hadn’t been a day that had gone by that he hadn’t spent time getting to know her. Allowing her into his world and letting her get to know him.
The “shindig” as she laughingly called it was set for the weekend and a part of him wished he’d lied...and told her there were more events to attend. But he was hoping by then that he could be up front with her about everything, including the lie of omission he’d led her to believe that he would “help” her family in exchange for her assistance.
“Oh. Yeah, right,” she said, laughing softly and shaking her head at her own lack of memory.
When her face lost a bit of its animation, he frowned. Yet he waited for her to speak.
“Well, remember when you asked me if I...missed the town?” she continued and he again nodded his head.
“Yeah, I remember, babe...why?”
“I did. I mean...miss the town, that is,” she replied softly.
Canton frowned and tilted his head. When she ducked her head as though to avoid his gaze, he placed two fingers beneath her chin and brought her face up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“And?” he prompted, drawing out the word.
“And, well, that’s all. I missed the town. Umm. A lot. I thought about the town a lot, too.”
He frowned, not understanding why she felt the need to tell him that.
“Okay, well, that was expected, baby. But I’m sure you were busy, school, establishing yourself in your field.” He knew she was going somewhere with this, but didn’t know exactly where.
“Canton!” she said, and balled a small fist up and gently tapped him on his chest. The fact that he barely felt her strike him seemed to make her even more agitated.
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