by Ana E Ross
“I was thinking we could spend the weekend in Cape Cod.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Hmm. Plus, Sunday is your birthday and I want to do something special with you away from here.” In a place that had no memories of Cassie.
“You remembered my birthday?”
He grinned at her enthusiasm. “Well, Precious reminded me this morning. I called the caretaker and the cottage is being prepared as we speak.”
“Okay. I’d like that. I’ve never been to the Cape.”
“Then it’s settled. We’ll leave ASAP.” He started walking toward the house. “I thought about leaving Precious with Felicia just so I could have you to myself, but she and Dad have plans.” A relaxed smile curved his lips as he spoke of his parents.
“Those two aren’t wasting any time.” Michelle giggled beside him.
“They’ve been in love for forty years. They’ve sacrificed their love to keep others from being hurt. They deserve some happiness together.”
Michelle rested her hand on his arm. “As do you,” she said, staring up at him as they stood at the front door.
“You make me happy.” He cupped her chin, leaned down, and brushed his lips lightly over hers. Electricity sizzled between them. “Go pack. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can start enjoying each other.” He slapped her playfully on her buttocks, opened the door, and pushed her inside.
“I love you,” she said, the warmth of her smile echoing in her voice as she looked back at him.
Erik walked toward his study. He had to let the hospital know where he would be in case of an emergency. He prayed to God there’d be none. He needed some time, one uninterrupted weekend with his family. As he opened the door of the study, Erik gasped as if he’d been slammed in the gut with a sledgehammer.
He’d just referred to himself, Michelle, and Precious as a family.
Involuntarily, his gaze wandered over the fireplace to meet his late wife’s brown eyes. She wanted him to be happy, according to his mother. She wanted him to find someone new to love and care for him and their child.
Michelle’s love for Precious and him was pure and strong. She had brought so much joy into his sad, pathetic life, so much inner peace to his soul. She had filled his world with so much light he couldn’t remember it ever being dark. She made his heart sing with delight, his flesh dance with enthusiasm. And she trusted him.
Erik strolled to the fireplace and unhinged the painting of his former wife from its hook. He stared at her long and hard, awed that the bevy of emotions he usually felt when he gazed at her were gone.
He opened the closet door and placed the painting inside.
***
“Alone at last.” Erik eased down next to Michelle on the sofa.
She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his that circled her upper body. It felt so good, so natural cuddled up to him.
The night had turned a bit chilly, so Erik had lit a fire—the only light in the room—that now crackled softly in the fireplace behind them. They sat quietly for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence, as they gazed out the sliders at the ocean, and listened to the mellow sounds of waves lapping at the stretch of white beach.
“Are you sure Precious is asleep?” Michelle asked as Erik began massaging her arms in very slow motion, spurting excitement inside her. Even though they were away from Amherst, they had to be careful for Precious.
“The poor darling is worn out. Was snoring before I finished reading two pages of her book.”
Michelle giggled. “Well, you did make her play volleyball with those kids on the beach this afternoon—for two long hours, Erik, just to make sure she wouldn’t protest when you sent her to bed. I felt sorry for the poor kid.”
He chuckled. “She enjoyed it. She told me she had fun. It was the last thing she said before she fell asleep.”
“Sure, try to justify your actions, Dr. LaCrosse.” Michelle’s mouth twisted with humorous displeasure as she turned her head and gazed up at him.
“Well, if I didn’t come up with a master plan, Mrs. LaCrosse—” His hands moved in from her arms to her chest and he gently caressed her breasts through her blouse. “We wouldn’t be able to do this until after midnight.”
“Hmm, I see what you mean,” Michelle murmured as her skin started to tingle under his touch. She dropped her hands to his thighs and massaged the hard muscles there. He felt like polished marble under her soft palm. “I definitely wouldn’t want to wait until midnight for this.”
“I knew you’d see it my way, darling.” He chuckled, picked her up and placed her across his lap, facing him. He dragged his hands up her legs along her thighs that flanked his sides and brought them to rest on her buttocks. “Feel that?” he asked in a husky voice as he moved her gently up and down, back and forth on his erection. “Feel what you do to me, Mrs. LaCrosse?”
Michelle licked her lips as fire swept through her veins. “Yes, I feel that, and I like what I do to you.”
As he claimed her lips with his, Michelle clasped her arms around his neck and surrendered to the hunger. It had been two weeks, and they were both starving.
“I want you so much,” Erik whispered against her mouth as his fingers tugged eagerly at the tail of her shirt, lifting it up along her belly and over her chest. He growled as her breasts sprang into his hands. Bless her dear heart for not wearing a bra. Her nipples were round and smooth and he massaged his palms over them in slow circular motions until they hardened in response to his touch. He dragged his mouth from hers and trailed his lips over her chin and down to the sweet crook of her neck. Her intoxicating smell and the sweet little whimpers coming from her throat made his groin throb with so much pain he though he would explode in his pants.
Eager to love her, Erik pressed Michelle back against the soft cushions and covered her body with his. He gazed at her face and the trust and love swimming in her eyes tugged on his heartstrings. “Michelle, I wish—”
“Shh. Don’t wish. Just talk to me with your body. Show me what you can’t tell me.” She opened her legs and her arms to receive him.
With an ache in his belly, Erik settled between her thighs and hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse, swearing mildly at the precious time it wasted before he could feast on her beautiful breasts. “Oh, I’ve missed these,” he moaned, gazing at them, totally mesmerized.
“You’re a breast man, aren’t you?” Michelle asked him.
He chuckled, softly. “You’re just figuring that out, darling?” He held one between his thumb and forefinger and sucked it into his mouth, using the muscles of his jaws, his teeth and his tongue to spawn illicit pleasure inside her.
She arched her back, dug her nails into his arms and thrashed restlessly under him. God she was so damned sensuous. It made him wild. Wilder. He pulled his mouth from that delectable mount of swollen flesh and lavished his attention on the other until Michelle whispered his name. When he felt his hunger had been appeased, he pulled his mouth from her breast and trailed his lips slowly and tantalizingly over her chest and down the soft contours of her flat belly. One hand crawled up her legs and thighs as he kissed his way lower and lower. He loved the smell radiating from her hot heat.
“If I don’t get inside you now, I’m going to explode,” he whispered against her skin as his fingers curved around the waistband of her shorts, intending to rip the damn cloth from her body.
Michelle fought her way through the haze of passion when she felt Erik tugging at her shorts. She grabbed his hand. “Erik, no. Not here,” she said, her maternal instincts kicking into gear.
“Why not?”
Her lower body curled into his mouth as the tip of his tongue made shocking contact with the hollow of her belly button.
“Precious,” she whispered in a tormented plea, even as she made seductive little motions with her hips.
“She’s asleep.” His voice was tight and hoarse with need. His loins hurt. He needed to be inside her. Right h
ere. Right now. “Come on, let’s be spontaneous.”
As much as she longed to throw caution to the wind, common sense warned Michelle it would be a terrible mistake for them to make love on the sofa in the open living room with a precocious seven-year-old sleeping upstairs. What if she walked in on them?
The stakes were too high. The price of losing Precious’ trust and respect was too great. Michelle couldn’t afford to risk that, not even for Erik. He was a man after all, and when it came to sex, everybody knew they thought with their...
She pushed at his head with both hands. “Erik, we can’t make love here. Stop. Stop.”
He growled with impatience, the golden embers in his grey eyes glowing with deep dark desire. He scooped her up off the sofa and took the short flight of stairs to the master bedroom. He closed and locked the door then took purposeful strides across the floor. He set her gently down on her back on the bed and switched on the table lamp. He bent over her and swiftly removed her shirt, shorts, and thong, and tossed them across the room.
A distinct light shimmered in his eyes as he admired the gentle curves of her body. She was smooth and perfect, his to enjoy to his fullest. His gaze moved to her dusky eyes, and the tender love he encountered caused a huge lump to lodge in his throat. No woman had ever moved him like this before, and suddenly, he wanted to take his time with her, worship every inch of her sweet body. Without taking his eyes from hers, he reached up and removed his shirt, dropping it on the floor before his fingers went to the waist of his slacks where he slowly released the button.
Michelle’s emotions whirled and skidded into high gear at the metallic grate of his fly being unzipped. He bent forward to remove his pants and briefs, and when he stood upright again, honoring her with a full view of his erection straining to the ceiling, heavy and thick against his tight belly, she swallowed the ache of love in her heart.
He was hers. Truly hers. She’d come clean about her father and he’d forgiven her, freeing her to love him uninhibitedly. There were no shadows over her heart tonight.
“Now, where were we?” His eyes impaled her as his magnificent body came closer to the bed.
“Right here.” Michelle placed her hand on her quivering stomach.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The mattress sagged as he lowered his weight next to her. Supporting his body on one elbow, he traced his fingers slowly down her body from the valley between her breasts to the apex of her quivering thighs. She moaned softly as his fingers slid across the Brazilian waxed area of her groin.
“Yes, this is exactly where we were.” He pressed the heel of his palm into the smooth mound of her pleasure box, teasing the sensitive knob of her clitoris before parting the flesh and sliding a finger inside her moistness.
Michelle gasped as his finger began to slide magically back and forth inside her. She dug her nails into his arms and squeezed her thighs, afraid of the strength of her own passion. While his fingers wreaked havoc between her legs, he lowered his head and sucked on her breasts again, only much more gently this time as if he wanted to savor the taste and feel of her in his mouth. She groaned when his lips trailed down the hollow of her throat, drizzling feathery kisses on her skin as he continued to strum her with two fingers, now. Her insides clamped around him. “Please, Erik...”
“Please what?”
“Take me, now. I want to feel you pumping away inside me.” She reached out to clasp his sex that was pressing urgently against her thigh.
He sprang out of her reach. “Not yet. I want to enjoy you, feel you fall apart in my mouth.”
Michelle shuddered as his lips started down the slope of her body, leaving a fiery trail of desire everywhere he touched. He dipped his tongue into her bellybutton then dragged it south. When his mouth neared her garden of delight, he pulled his fingers from inside her, nuzzled her clitoris with his nose and inhaled deeply. “Sweet.”
He spread her thighs, settled between them, and pinned them to the mattress with his arms. He grinned wickedly up at her as he used the pad of his thumbs to expose her completely to him. He blew his hot breath on her sensitized clit; he flicked her gently with the tip of his tongue, then grazed her ever so lightly with his wet lips. Over and over again, he repeated the agonizing foreplay until she began to writhe in uncontrollable ecstasy.
Michelle clasped her hands over her mouth to stifle the scream that erupted from her throat as firecrackers seemed to explode beneath every inch of her skin. “Erik,” she cried as she burst into flames that consumed her for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, she went limp on the mattress, her body jerking around like livewire.
But he wasn’t done with her, yet. He dragged his tongue downward from her clit, probed the sensitive area just below it for agonizingly tense moments before he plunged it deep inside her. He covered her completely with his mouth, clamping his lips about her and explored the hot depth of her passion, pulling the copious liquid from the reservoir of her desire.
She cried out his name again as the passion lashed at her. He passed his hands under her and cupped her buttocks. Pulling her into his face, he rammed his tongue in and out of her and lapped up the molten lava coursing from her squirming body. The primal animal sounds coming from deep in his throat coaxed her onward and upward to another mind-blowing orgasm.
“Come again, wife. One last time for your husband.”
Michelle moaned as her body began to vibrate, as desire pumped through her veins, hurling her beyond the point of sanity. She exploded into a million sensitized pieces.
Erik kept his mouth glued to her until she stopped shaking. Then and only then, did he withdraw his lips from her. The scented heat of her soft flesh was so intoxicating it made him lightheaded. He rose above her like a dark and powerful lord with a single purpose in mind—to enjoy his lubricious booty.
He retrieved a small packet from the lamp table and tried to rip it open. The damned thing wouldn’t give. It was the first time in his life he would use a condom, and he hoped it fit and held. He didn’t want to, but Michelle had warned him that she might be ovulating. Michelle wanted to have his babies and he would love nothing more than to see her little belly swollen with his child. She was already his wife, but it wasn’t time for babies.
Coitus interruptus crossed his mind, but Erik knew when the time came, he would not have the strength or the desire to leave her.
“Let me help,” Michelle murmured dreamily as she watched him fumble with the foil. She took it from his unsteady hands and ripped it open with her teeth and fingers.
He chuckled. “You’re an expert at this, huh, Mrs. LaCrosse?”
“I’ve had practice.” She smiled as she held his turgid erection in her hand and somehow between them, they got the rubber on. She brushed his hand away and smoothed it down to the base. Instead of letting him go, she began to pump him in her palm, sending electrical shocks spinning through him.
“You’re so hot and pulsing and hard as a rock, my husband,” she said on a girlish giggle.
“Then prepare to be rocked hard, my tight hot wife,” he responded on a throaty laugh.
Damn, he didn’t know sex could be this much fun, that he could speak uncouthly in the bedroom. Cassie had been extremely conservative, almost puritan, the very opposite of the current woman in his bed who’d turned him into a bad, bad boy who deserved a spanking, he thought with wild excitement as he came down over Michelle and spread her thighs wide apart.
He grunted when she eagerly wrapped her arms and legs around his shoulders, leaving her lower body open and vulnerable to him.
It was a sweet act of divine submission.
He loved it.
He loved her.
Erik held her eyes as he guided his shaft to her moist entrance. They both inhaled sharply at the contact, as if they were touching for the first time. He knew it would be like this every time they made love. His heart swelled with the knowledge.
He placed his hands on the pillow on either side of her head and drew
closer, pressing his arms against her thighs. He wanted to take it slowly and savor every delicate thrill of her tight body encasing him. He wanted to hear every little sigh, every infinite sob, but the fervent heat in his manhood wouldn’t let him. His mouth captured hers as he surged fluently into her, pushing ambitiously onward and upward until he felt the sensitive head of his cock lock tightly against the opening of her cervix. Another powerful thrust of ownership took him into her womb.
It was a raw act of ultimate possession.
And he was making no apologies.
Finally, she had all of him. “You’re mine. Only mine,” he groaned against her mouth.
She whimpered and began to pant and tremble at the rude and deep invasion. He felt her insides tighten around him like smooth, wet velvet. She was so small, so hot and tight, he closed his eyes against the intense pleasure, his heart hammering as his breath caught in his throat.
He captured her face in his hands and his tongue swerved into her mouth as he began to move inside her. He rode her slowly, coming all the way out and then thrusting possessively back into her. Again and again he slammed into her, rotating his hips and flexing his buttocks, repeating the exquisite assault until their bodies were in glorious harmony with one another.
The sensual heat of ageless mating consumed them, body, mind, and soul, pushing them higher and higher until the precipice of delight was breached. Erik didn’t want to leave her, ever. He wanted to remain like this, hard hot flesh sheathed securely inside silky hot flesh for all eternity. This was love, pure and explosive.
Time literally stopped moving as Erik and Michelle labored lethargically in the glory of their passion-filled lovemaking. Her world was filled with him. His was filled with her. Nothing else mattered. Nothing, but what they presently shared. Nothing, but what they gave to each other. Nothing, but what they received in return. This was what love was all about—giving and taking. And they each gave in turn, just as much, then more than they received.