by Marie Harte
She gasped when he lifted her in his arms and tossed her back on his huge bed. He blanketed her in seconds and nudged her legs apart. Ready to accept him and hoping she was slick enough it wouldn’t hurt, she hadn’t expected him to slow down, to stare into her eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance.
“Mike?”
“Watch me. See me enter you.” He braced himself on his thick forearms and inched the head of his shaft inside her. She readied for his thick intrusion. Del hadn’t been intimate with anyone in nearly a year, and before that she’d been pretty selective with her lovers.
He closed his eyes as he slowly pushed deeper. She traced his expression with her gaze, then with her hands as he thrust more and more of himself inside her. Becoming a part of her in a way she hadn’t expected.
“Faster,” she ordered and tried to urge him deeper. She wasn’t sure she liked this slow taking, drawing it out. Emotion festered, a curious affection that would turn simple sex into too much more.
But Mike refused to be rushed. He opened his eyes and stared at her. “No. I’m running this show.” He shocked her by pinning her arms above her head on the bed and continued to move inside her until he’d seated himself entirely, his fullness at first uncomfortable.
“Don’t move,” he said through his teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She felt stretched, too tight, and then her body started to ease around him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, imagining where he ended and she began, and a curious warmth unfurled deep inside her.
“You feel so good. All that snark and sass, that hot attitude. So fucking sexy,” Mike rasped.
She met his gaze, overpowered by the stark lust on his face. “Take me.”
“Oh Delilah, I plan to.” He grinned, and that warmth inside her grew.
Then the man moved. A slow retreat that eased the tightness inside her before he pushed forward again. This time he hit a spot inside her while he grazed her clit, and she squeezed him without realizing.
“Shit, Del. Do that again,” Mike groaned. He started fucking her, in and out, his hands tight on her wrists, not allowing her to do anything but constrict her inner walls.
“More. All inside me,” she encouraged, wanting to see him lose it. That precious control, that hold on his sexual energy. He’d made her lose her mind, and she wanted to return the favor.
“Yeah, all in you.” He leaned down to kiss her, his strokes coming faster, going deeper. “Need to come so hard,” he muttered as he took her. “So fucking hard, Del.”
She met him thrust for thrust, pumping her hips as fast as he did. To her astonishment, she felt the rise to climax all over again. “Oh yes. Yes, Mike.”
“That’s it. All over me,” he ordered. “Come, baby. Drench me.” He kissed her again, then let go of one of her wrists to slide his hand between their bodies. He rubbed her breasts, her belly, then reached her pelvis and went lower.
“I said come,” he demanded and pinched her clit hard enough it should have hurt.
Instead, the pain shot her into a shockingly brutal orgasm, and she screamed as she clenched him tight.
Mike grunted and removed his hand, then slammed into her twice more before he moaned her name and jerked, coming with force.
After a moment, he continued to pump while he rained kisses over her face, stealing her breath and her will in one last, final surge.
When Mike finally pulled back, she couldn’t move. He withdrew and flopped next to her on the bed, breathing hard. They lay together, not speaking, for what felt like a long time.
“Am I dead?” he asked on a groan.
She chuckled. “That was going to be my question.”
“Christ, Del. I think you about gave me a heart attack.”
“Right back at you, Mr. Huge. Damn, Mike. You really have a big dick.”
He said nothing for a moment, then he started laughing. Joining him in the moment, she embraced the joy and laughed as well. When they finished, she had to wipe tears from her eyes.
“That is probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Mike choked as he stemmed his mirth. “Jesus. I have a big dick. News at eleven.”
“Shut up.”
“Oh no. Not in my bed, missy.” He rolled over her in a flash, pinning her down with that enviable strength. “Here, I rule.”
“I concede you’re stronger.”
“And prettier.” He kissed the side of her mouth.
“That’s debatable.”
“And smarter.” He kissed her nose.
“Please.”
“More polite.” He kissed her forehead.
“You have me there.”
“And…?”
“And what?” she said on a breath, not sure she should be feeling aroused again. Not when she wanted to sleep for a week.
“And I’m an amazing lover. Go ahead. Tell the truth.”
She tried to shrug but couldn’t with his hands holding her down. Stupid that that still excited her, but his dominance flipped a switch she couldn’t seem to turn off around him. “You’re okay.”
“Okay? You screamed as you came.” He smirked. “Tightened that hot pussy around my cock.” He nuzzled her neck, then lowered his kisses to her breasts. “And man, you have the nicest body. I mean, stellar.”
“Mike.” She wriggled. “You, um, that condom needs to go.”
“True. I made a huge mess. For you.”
“Thanks?”
He rolled off her and laughed again, heading for his adjoined bathroom. He returned clean and flaccid. Finally. But even soft, the man’s girth and length were impressive.
“Like what you see?” he bragged.
“Yes, you’re sexy. Happy now?”
“Not as happy as I was before.” He joined her on the bed and muscled her to lie on top of him. Studying her with an odd look on his face, he shook his head. “I was positive I could get you out of my system once we fucked.”
“Nice.” That hurt. Not that she expected poetry, but he could at least be nice for a little while after that tremendous orgasm. So much for basking in the moment. She tried to move away, but he held her fast. “Mike,” she warned, “let go.”
“Not so fast. I wasn’t finished. I was saying that I thought once we fucked, we’d be done. But I’m as hungry for you now as I was before.” He frowned. “What is it about you that’s so freakishly sexy?”
“Freakishly?” Bewildered that his admission eased her hurt, she tried to glare at him. Except she found him equally fascinating. “You’re not classically handsome.” She traced his brow with a finger.
“Nope. You’re not traditionally beautiful.”
“Of course not. Stereotypes are boring.”
“Yeah.” He pulled her close for another kiss. Then he dragged her head back. “Your hair is so damn fine. Like silk.” He ran it over his fingers. “How do you get it to be so soft?”
“I call it shampoo. You might want to try it sometime.” Yet his own short hair felt like satin.
“Funny.” He sniffed her collarbone and smiled.
“What?”
“Colin likes the way you smell.”
The change in topic threw her. “Huh?”
“Yeah. Said you smell like a car.”
“I do?”
He nodded. “I can catch the faint scent of oil, but it’s buried under a wallop of hot woman.”
“Flatterer.”
“Yeah. That’s me. Mr. Charming.”
She chuckled and ran a hand over his square jaw, slightly rough with stubble. “Prince Charming, you mean.”
“So you see me as a prince?”
“Don’t sound hopeful. Basically, you’re a pain in my ass. And no, not in the way you’re thinking.”
“Hoping.”
“Dork.” She snickered when he crossed his eyes. She never would have imagined Mike as one to be fun in bed. Sexy, intense, freakishly good—yes. Funny? No. “So what was tonight about, really?”
“Wish to
hell I knew.” He blew out a breath and wound a strand of her hair around his finger. “You get to me. Why, I have no idea. You’re obnoxious half the time, swear like a sailor, and scare most men.”
“Sweet talker.” She smiled through her teeth.
“But man, when I’m around you, I can’t think of anything but getting inside you.”
She blushed.
“Fuck, Del. Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Be so sexy. That blush? Don’t you know how hard you make me?” He arched his cock against her and to her shock, he felt semi-aroused again. “You look so tough, but then you have these moments of shyness.”
“I do?” Odd, she hadn’t known she showed that.
“Yeah. And those contrasts… I’m only human.”
And a lot deeper than she would have thought. Mike seemed to see the real her, not the tough persona she presented to the world. What did that mean?
“Human? Or not so human? How can you be hard again?”
“I told you. It’s you.” He didn’t sound happy about it, and for some reason, that made her feel better.
“Let me get this straight.” She tapped her nails on his chest, noting the ragged edges that would never see a French manicure or be painted all girly red. “You think I’m obnoxious.”
“Yeah.”
“I scare you.”
“Not me. Other men. You turn me on.”
“Great. So I get you hard.”
He groaned. “All the time. I’m tired. I mean, I’m beat. It was a long day, hell, a long week. I came so damn hard in that condom. But I want to make love to you again. Right now.”
She started. Make love? “I should go.”
“Scared?”
She stiffened. “Of you? Dream on.”
He chuckled and stroked her back, and goose bumps followed the pleasure of his touch. “I don’t want you scared, Delilah. I want you hot for me. I want to feel you come all over me, hear you moan my name when you’re shuddering and dragging those sexy tits over my chest.”
She trembled. “Mike.” Damn it. How did he do it? How could he make her want him again so soon?
“So what do you say we play together? You and me? No drama, no ulterior motives, just you and me giving each other pleasure? You’re not a notch on my bedpost. You can see I don’t even have bedposts, and I’m too busy being a dad to Colin to date everyone in the neighborhood.” He smirked. “Not even Grace Meadows. Love that jealousy, honey. It’s cute on you.”
“Fuck off.”
He chuckled. “Man, that mouth gets me hard too. I can’t wait for us to play with my favorite number, sixty-nine.”
“Yeah? Try another number, because I don’t know you all that well.” It shocked her that she could lie with a straight face. Trouble was, he did scare her. And she did know him.
Mike didn’t mess around. He wasn’t a kiss-and-tell type of guy. He loved his son and his family and would do anything for those he considered his. His company had an amazing reputation, and with the exception of Jim, she didn’t know anyone who didn’t like him. Even Earl had bragged about how her “dick of a boyfriend had put Jim on his ass but good”—high praise from Ray’s best bouncer.
“Okay. What do you want to know?” Mike asked softly and continued to caress her back. He stared up at her with those intense blue eyes, and she fought the urge to succumb to temptation and fall into his arms.
“Er, well… You’re not seeing anyone, are you?”
He snorted. “Yes, as a matter of fact, my girlfriend is hiding in the closet until you leave. No, dumbass, I’m single. I don’t screw around. Can’t stand infidelity, by the way.”
“Me either.” She frowned in case he was implying something, but he only nodded. “You aren’t looking to get married?”
“Nope. You?”
“No.”
“Good. Same page then.”
“Um, I guess.” She frowned. “So what is this? A one-shot deal or what?”
“Weren’t you listening? I said I want to do this again.”
“Tonight?”
He smiled at her. “Sure. Or tomorrow, or Sunday. Hell, maybe we’ll really go for it and fuck on Tuesday—a school night.”
She chuckled at his pretend daring. “Laugh it up, funny guy. I’m just trying to make sense of this.”
He sighed and tugged her close for a hug. A hug? “Well, when you figure out what this is, let me know.” He let her go, and she looked up so she could see his face. “Del, let’s have fun. You and me. We can fuck, get this need out of our systems. And in the process, we become better friends. What’s so hard about it?”
“Nothing, I guess.” But it all sounded too open to interpretation. What did better friends mean to him? Hell, to her? “I like you enough.”
“Gee, thanks.” He put his hands on her hips and ground up against her. “I like you too.”
“So we’re fuck-buddies then?” She needed a label. Labels made sense.
Mike didn’t seem to like that one. He scowled. “Hell no. That’s too—”
“Crass for you, Mr. Sensitive?” She snorted. “Geez, Mike. It was just sex.”
He rolled her over and under him before she could blink. “Yeah? Does this feel like just sex to you?” He kissed her and rubbed his cock against her pussy, sliding over her clit until she wanted to scream. “It’s good. Too good. Not normal.”
“N-no. Not normal.” She moaned. “What are you doing?”
“I have no fucking clue. All I know is if I don’t get a condom on in like two seconds, I’m coming inside you without one.” He stopped and stared down at her.
Much as she wanted him bare inside her, Del was nothing if not intelligent. She took birth control, yet so had Vanessa—now pregnant. No way in hell was Del ready for kids. She didn’t doubt Mike was clean of disease. Well…she mostly didn’t doubt it.
“Yeah, we’ll go slow. Condom. For now. Until we know each other better.” Mike moved off her to don a condom and seconds later resumed his position. “But, Del, we’re going to know each other better. We’re friends and now lovers.”
Labels. She could handle that. Not that she understood the distinction right now, but she wanted to feel him inside her. The rest could come later. “Yeah, yeah. Fine. Now fuck me.”
He laughed then groaned as he pushed inside her. “Damn. You’re killing me.”
“I plan to if you don’t get a move on. I’m not fragile, Mike. If I say fuck me, I mean, fuck me.”
Mr. Sensitive and Nice vanished in the heat of his blue-eyed glare. “You want a fuck? You got it, Delilah.”
She shivered under that carnal stare, and then she moaned his name as he gave her exactly what she asked for. And what she didn’t.
***
The next morning, Mike stared out the back window of the kitchen, noting the promise of a clear blue sky. He couldn’t believe he’d made love to Del all night long. Well, not without breaks. But still. He’d insisted she stay the night, and to his good fortune, she hadn’t protested. Now the morning had arrived, when for sure the nosy neighbors—Abby, Maddie, or Vanessa—might spot her GTO near the house. But he didn’t care.
He should have. The guys would be all over him. The girls would demand details, barging into his life as if born McCauleys. His mother would disapprove, naturally, because she still considered him her wounded chick who didn’t know his ass from a decent woman.
Then again, he didn’t think Del would like being called “decent.” He grinned. Even the notion that his mother might interfere couldn’t get him down.
How the hell had he succumbed so thoroughly? With so much pleasure?
Del appeared in the hallway, looking tired, haggard, and thoroughly pleasured. “Okay, hot stuff. I’m leaving. Unless you want to plant another hickey on me I’ll have to explain to my father and/or brother?”
Her hair lay in waves around her head, her clothes once again covering up that sexy-as-hell frame.
Wearing only a pair of
Seahawks pajama pants, he left the kitchen and his glass of orange juice and walked to grab her.
Before she could say anything else, he kissed her. She must have used his toothpaste, because she tasted minty. He pulled away and grimaced. “Ew.” Too late, he realized Ew wasn’t the thing to say after a kiss with a woman you’d just made love to all night long.
Del, as usual, did the opposite of what he’d expect. She didn’t get mad or hurt over his insensitive comment. Instead, she wiped her hand over her mouth. “No kidding. Toothpaste and orange juice is a disgusting combination.” She pushed out of his arms and found his glass, then downed it with a grimace.
“You okay?”
“Fine,” she said on a sigh. Then she sauntered back to him, dragged his head down, and kissed him with a thoroughness that left him light-headed. “Much better. Juice-to-juice works. Juice-to-toothpaste? Not so much.”
“Um.” He licked his lips and kissed her back, until both of them seemed unsteady.
“Shit. I have to go.”
“Okay.” He didn’t know what came next, only that something had to. “So, maybe… You want to come to dinner tomorrow?”
She paused. “Here?”
“No, in Paris.”
“Smart-ass.” But she smiled.
“Yeah, here. Colin and I could make you something. What do you like?”
“I like pizza.”
He grimaced. “Something nutritious. Green is a good color. And I don’t mean green jelly beans. I’m talking salad, spinach, broccoli, kale—”
“I’ll just stop you right there.” She held up a hand and squealed when he squeezed her tight. “Okay, okay. I’ll come to dinner. But I’ll bring dessert.”
“Del.”
“What? It won’t be candy, I swear. What are you, the food police?”
“I’m the dad of a kid who goes off like a rocket when he’s had too much sugar.”
“Oh. Well, how about if I bring fruit or ice cream? That okay with you, Commandant?”
He grinned. “Now who’s the smart-ass?” He gripped her butt, taken with her firmness. “Man, you should probably go before I forget myself and bend you over the couch. We didn’t get to that yet. Or you blowing me.”
“You mean, you didn’t get to blow me yet,” she corrected.