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This woman mesmerized him. He couldn’t quite come up with a word to describe her, but some of the descriptions that raced through his mind were amazing. Seductive. Beautiful. Scintillating. He could go on, but right now, he closed his eyes and enjoyed how she teased him with the tip of her tongue, sweeping around his mouth. She used her teeth to nibble his lips, gently scraping.
Bringing her hips upward, she pressed her center against his acing cock contained in the denim and he thought he’d go mad. She grinded harder, more determined, and he was so close to exploding he wasn’t quite sure he wouldn’t squirt some in his boxers before this was all said and done. He thrust his tongue into her honeyed cave and kissed her lavishly. He pressed her into the mattress, taking her tiny wrists between his fingers and bringing her arms high above her head. The motion brought her back arching, breast forward, and his mouth salivated. There was no chance in hell he could not sample the puckered nipples.
Taking one erect nub into his mouth, he suckled and teased the bud until she quivered underneath him. He loved her breasts. They weren’t large, but they weren’t small. They were perfect, and he could enjoy them for hours.
“You’re—you’re driving me crazy,” she softly confessed. “I’ve never wanted another man as much as I want you.”
He crossed the valley between her breasts to give attention to the other nipple. He brought his head up a few inches to look down at the moist temptation. “My God, you have nice tits.” He lifted both breasts in his palms, jiggling them before kissing each mound. “I like large nipples. Better to wrap my teeth around.” To prove his words, he took a whole nipple and suckled it into his mouth. She must have enjoyed it because she cried out in pleasure. “How sensitive are your nipples?”
“Extremely,” she crooned.
“Could you come apart if I suckled and played with them long enough?” He nuzzled his face between the mounds.
“I-I don’t know…but I’m so close already.”
“Really?” He reached down and glided his fingers along her moist center. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked her juices. “You are. So wet. Damn.”
“Zander!” she gasped.
He bent his head and feasted on her breasts, lapping them up like they were two ice cream cones. “I could stay right here licking and suckling, but something draws me.” He walked his fingers down her flat stomach to the patch of crisp hair that covered her mons. He spread her lips and glided one finger along the moist curve. She moaned, and her hips shot up as if begging for a fingering. He chuckled. “Exactly what I thought. This part of you craves attention, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Yes! Please!”
Zander was in heaven. He loved tormenting her, making love to her with his hands, yet his body warned him that he couldn’t wait too much longer. He was hard as stone and hungry to dive into her body. But for now, he wanted to know every inch of her. Slipping his fingers into her, he was welcomed with a moist heat and a clenching of her tight muscles. “Open wider,” he demanded. She did as he requested.
He bent his head and planted a kiss just above the patch of hair. Then another at the top of her slit. She gave her hips a tiny buck. Withdrawing his fingers, he used them to spread her open, and then he dipped his tongue into the trembling well, smiling when she groaned in pleasure. Circling the tip of his tongue around her clit twice, he slipped his tongue along the crease that gave him the gift of tasty juices. Her panting grew faster and louder.
“You’re so receptive. So responsive. I love it!” he revealed. He worshiped her clit more, giving quick little licks and stingless nibbles.
“Oh. My,” she cried out.
Driving his tongue deep into her channel, he thrust in and out, lapping up her dripping juices. She tasted like blueberry ice cream, so it only seemed natural to enjoy her like a cone. He suckled his way back to the peak that now was swollen and exposed from the delicate hood. Blowing a raspberry on the flesh, she jutted her hips and squealed in shock. Her inner thighs trembled around his ears. He couldn’t imagine there was anything sweeter than pleasuring a beautiful woman.
He preceded to lick and nibble every crevice of sweet delicacy. She tangled her fingers in his hair and rode him…like a cowgirl riding a stud. He could feel the frenzy in her body, looking for ways to escape as she grew closer and closer to orgasm. And then it happened. She stilled, and her juices flowed over his tongue, lips and chin.
Lifting his head, and with a quick swipe of the back of his hand across his mouth, he moved his way north on her body, stopping to dip his tongue in her belly button, to kiss each breast, upward farther until he looked down into her pretty face flushed with pleasure.
“I think it’s time I got rid of these clothes…”
CHAPTER 18
WYNN WATCHED HIM undress, mesmerized by his masculine beauty. From chiseled cheeks and chin, to an avalanche of hard muscles, slender waist and thick thighs. But the one thing that drew her attention like a beacon was the one thing that could offer her satisfaction. She hadn’t doubted that he was a strong, powerful man, but his erection proved what she’d wondered. He was built for pleasure. His thick, long cock saluted her, and her mouth watered. Crawling up onto all fours, she reached out, wrapped her fingers around his member, meeting him half way with her mouth. Taking him into her mouth, she sucked the hard muscle, gliding her soft lips along the rigid shaft, clenching the back of her throat around his tip. Looking up at him through the veil of her lashes, it excited her to see the tight set of his jaw, the line of his mouth, and the enjoyment in his eyes. She did this to him!
He gripped her shoulders and tugged his erection from her. “Sorry, baby. It feels good…too damn good.” He grabbed something from his pocket and joined her on the bed, and together they laid back onto the blanket.
She brushed a strand of his hair from his forehead. “I knew it’d be like this between us.” She couldn’t hide her excitement.
Zander hugged her close while parting her thighs, caressing her mons with wide, callused fingers. She stared up at him, following his neck to his shoulders, then finally to his chest. He was utterly magnificent. Although his skin was mostly smooth, he had a triangle of dark, crisp hair between two flat, brown nipples. With the tip of her finger, she circled the nubbed flesh eagerly, mesmerizing in how they erected under her attention. She continued her exploration to the tattoo on his neck. A small one. And then to the larger one on his left arm that covered his entire bicep. “Did this hurt?” the question found its way between her lips.
“Once or twice,” he muttered in a breathless tone. He climbed atop her, using his knee to spread her thighs as he hovered right above her. All the while she stroked his chest, fingering his nipples still, twirling her fingers through the patch of hair. She’d never experienced anything like him before. And she knew she wouldn’t know anything like him again. That both saddened and excited her. She’d had one sexual partner before Rory who’d taken her virginity with a few painful pumps in the backseat of a Mustang. Then when she’d met Rory, she’d been unsure, unskilled and he’d shown her what he liked, how to bring pleasure to a man, but he’d been self-indulgent, almost rough at times. But Zander…wow! He was both pleasuring and compassionate. Gentle yet demanding. He was a perfect balance of a giving lover.
What he was doing between her legs drew her full attention. His fingers pushed inside of her, preparing her for him. He began a rhythm that had her squirming under him within seconds. He continued thrusting, joining two fingers, stretching her muscles. Heat was building up between her thighs, and whimpers floated from her trembling lips at the excitement. He pushed her toward release and she relaxed into the mesmerizing cloud of orgasm.
She heard the faint sounds of paper ripping, the snapping of rubber, then the pressure of him between her legs. His lips covered hers and he dipped his tongue inside as he pressed his tip inside of her. Her tight opening stretched and welcomed him, but he was a large man and he took his time—jus
t as a caring lover would. Once he was deeper, filing her with his masculinity, she brought her legs up and wrapped around his hips. He latched on to her nipple and suckled while gearing up his thrust.
Wynn gulped in air, relishing in the million sensations spiraling through her body. Never had she known such pleasure than she was experiencing at this moment. Suddenly she became filled with the need to explore everything with him. She had no clue what tomorrow brought, but right now, the here and now, she needed to explore everything.
“Lay back.” She gave his chest a gentle push.
“Huh?” He brought his gaze to hers. His irises were lit up.
“I want on top. Don’t worry. I’ll let you take control again, but for now, let me ride you.” She pushed at his shoulders this time, trying to get him to do as she asked.
“Sure, baby.” He pulled out and dropped back.
She maneuvered herself on top of him, spreading her thighs over his hips and grabbed his erection to guide him to her opening. He was so thick that she had to slowly ease over him until he filled her to the hilt again. Rory didn’t like when she was in control, so his was a position she hadn’t tried but once or twice, but she found rather quickly why women liked being in this position. From here, she could move as fast or slow as she wanted and the pressure of him not only pleasured her G-spot, but also her clit that must be at least three times its normal size.
Planting her palms on his chest, she started a pattern with her hips. At first a slow rhythm, but then she became faster until she pounded his hips with her bottom. Lifting, she slammed down onto him several times until he groaned in bittersweet need.
“Fuck! This is so good. Too good. You’re going to push me over the edge way too quickly.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, bodies staying connected, he turned both of them until she was flat on her back and again he was on top.
“I don’t think you like someone else being in control much,” she teased.
“You can have all the control you want, but for now, if I plan to last at least for a few minutes, I need to hold myself back.”
She entwined her fingers in his hair. “Don’t hold back.”
He groaned. “I’m serious. I’m right on the edge…”
“And so am I. Let’s go over together.” Massaging him with her vaginal muscles, she saw something come loose inside him.
He thrusts deep, then pulled out only to drive deeper, faster, his movements becoming relentless and needier. Tiny flutters started in her mons, and with each thrust, they spread like sweet honey filling more and more of her body. As if he understood where she was at, he urged her by gyrating his hips, nudging her insides. The sound of their bodies slapping made an erotic song which only spurred her closer to that gratifying ledge.
Incoherent with anything but how good he felt, she brought her hips up and he groaned. The orgasm spread through her with such intensity that she feared she might blow like a volcano. Spasm after sweet spasm pummeled her insides and she clung to him, barely aware that her nails dug into the skin of his back as she held on to the crashing waves. His eyes never left her face, and she wondered what he was thinking but couldn’t find her voice to ask.
At last, in absolute abandonment of control, he slammed against her and threw his head back. A deep, ravaged moan escaped his lips. She stroked his back, listening to the pants of his breaths, feeling the heavy beating of his heart against her shoulder.
After several minutes passed and his body grew heavier, she said, “That was amazing, Zander.” She planted a small kiss on his shoulder.
He shifted slightly as if he was still too light to manage anything except just breathing. “Amazing doesn’t even seem to fit the bill.”
“I’ve never experienced anything like this before,” she revealed. It was easy to tell him anything—well, almost anything.
He slipped off her, dragging her into the nook of his arm. “Believe it or not, neither have I.”
“I find that surprising. You, The Zander Cade.”
He chuckled and the sound vibrated her ears. “Darlin’, trust me, I haven’t been with any woman who made my toes curl.”
“Not even Sam?” Why did she go and ask a silly question like that? What was wrong with her? This made her seem jealous.
“Not even her.” He kissed the top of her head. His fingers roved through her hair, massaging her scalp. “She liked it a certain way. Shirt on. Lights off. Missionary style. Hell, you know, all ports are the same during a tsunami. I felt she wasn’t with me as much as fulfilling an obligation.”
She laid her head back down. “Zander…I have something I need to tell you…” Maybe it was the aftermath of an amazing orgasm that made her want to divulge everything, but she had to trust him enough to tell him that she’d seen Rory and about his threats.
“Sure. What is it?”
“Ro—” A soft thud downstairs made her jump. “What was that?”
“I think it’s mom and dad coming home.”
She jumped up so fast he pulled out some of the strands of hair that were wrapped around his hand. “Please tell me it isn’t.” She felt her body flush.
“We’ll get dressed. They won’t know…”
“My clothes, Zander! They’re downstairs in the pool room. Remember.” She groaned, wanting the floor to open and engulf her.
There was a moment’s hesitation before he smiled. “I can run to Kiersten’s room. You two are about the same size. She won’t mind.”
Wynn wanted to argue, but what choice did she have? No way in hell would she walk downstairs in a towel and greet his parents. She’d never live down the humiliation.
He took the step, meeting her, and cupped her cheeks in his warm palms. “Sweetheart, no worries. We’re adults. They won’t think anything, unless you go downstairs looking like the cat who ate the canary.” He kissed her forehead, and in that moment, he could have told her the sky was red and she would have believed him.
Still reeling from what they’d shared, and dressed in Zander’s sister’s clothes, they stepped down the back stairway, but it wasn’t his parents standing in the kitchen. It was a tall, beautiful brunette who must not have heard them come downstairs because when she turned, she jumped and water splashed up from her glass all over her face and onto her shirt. “Shit, Zander. I didn’t know anyone was here.” She reached for a towel from the hook and dabbed at her face and clothing. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you the same thing. I thought you were mom and dad coming home.”
“I’m visiting.” She dropped the towel onto the counter, took the two steps and gave Zander a tight hug. The woman’s gaze looked over her brother’s shoulders. “Maybe it’s a good thing it was me and not mom and dad.” She laughed.
“This is Wynn, my neighbor.” Zander turned. “Wynn, this is my annoying sister, Kiersten.”
“His neighbor, huh?” Kiersten looked from Wynn to Zander and back to Wynn with a knowing smile. Kiersten swept a gaze down Wynn’s clothes—or rather, her clothes. “Well, hello there, Zander’s neighbor.” She stuck out a hand.
“Nice to meet you.” Wynn shook her hand. Getting a better look, it was obvious this was Zander’s sister. She had the Cade looks, just in a feminine way. She was very beautiful. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Don’t believe anything he has to say when it comes to me.” Kiersten smacked Zander lightly on the shoulder.
“I’ve heard all good things from your brothers and parents,” Wynn said.
“So, where is mom and dad?” Kiersten stepped back to the sink and poured more water in the glass.
“She texted saying they would be out all afternoon. Wynn and I came by to grab the boxes of items she’s donating.” Zander’s cell rang from his pocket. He pulled it out and read the screen, concern stretching worry lines around his eyes. “I better answer this.” He stepped out of the room.
“I see he still works all the time,” Kiersten placed her glass on the counter.
“Yes, he does. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault he works all the time."
“No. I meant because I’m wearing your clothes.” Wynn figured she should just get the awkwardness out of the way instead of just standing there in the woman’s clothes.
She shrugged. “I’d ask, but I don’t think it’s any of my business.” She laughed. Her grey-blue eyes twinkled. “You look great in that shirt. It was always my favorite.”
Wynn touched the button of the blouse and sighed, feeling her heart palpitate. “I-I…”
Kiersten giggled. “I’m joking.” She waved a slender hand. “I thought you could take my humor considering you met my brothers.”
“Sorry, sis, but looks like duty calls.” Zander stepped back into the room.
“Seriously? I just arrived and you’re leaving,” she moaned.
“In my defense, I didn’t know you were coming.” He kissed her cheek. “Are you ready?” His question was for Wynn.
“Sure…I…” she looked toward the pool. How in the world would she get her clothes back?
Kiersten must have detected the awkwardness. “How about Wynn and I hang out and I’ll take her home?”
Zander looked for Wynn’s approval. “Does that sound like a plan?”
“I don’t mind since you have work to do.” She clasped her hands together. This would give her the chance to grab her things from the pool room so there wouldn’t be any questions from Zander’s parents.
To both her disappointment and appreciation, Zander didn’t give her a kiss before he left. That certainly would have raised a lot of questions from his sister.
Kiersten opened the refrigerator door and bent to look through the contents. She popped her head over the top of the open door. “Do you like cold chicken?”
“I like chicken cold, hot, fried, grilled, marinated, you name it.”
“Great. How about I rummage us up some food. I’m starving. You’re not in any hurry to get home, are you?”
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