Chapter 20 #2
He went into the bathroom to get the bottle of bath oil he’d noticed there earlier. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but it was close enough in a pinch. Filling a sink full of steaming hot water, he put the plastic bottle in the water to heat up and took a moment to settle himself.
Here she finally was—the woman he’d hoped to someday find, the one who challenged and intrigued him and turned him on like no one else ever had.
It wasn’t lost on him that he faced an uphill battle in convincing her that she could let go of past hurts and allow herself to love and be loved by someone new.
He was well on his way to falling in love with her and had been for quite some time, if he were being entirely honest. Thinking back to the recent day when he’d contemplated jumpstarting his dating life, he’d initially considered everyone but her because she was technically an employee.
That was the only reason she hadn’t been at the very top of his list.
And then she’d kissed him and changed everything.
One taste of her sweet lips had left him hungry for so much more of her.
Add in the adorable, precocious son who came with her, and they made for one very attractive package deal.
She’d said she would never get married again, and he hoped he could change her mind about that.
But he had to go slow, or she’d run as far away from him as she could within the tight confines of their living arrangement. The small space of yard that separated their homes could become an impenetrable distance if he wasn’t careful.
With the oil heated, he took it with him to the bedroom, where she was right where he’d left her—facedown on the bed with her smooth back and supple ass on full display.
He went immediately hard at the sight of all that gorgeous skin, but kept his bathing suit on when he climbed on the bed next to her.
“What took so long?” she asked.
“You can’t rush quality.” He tested the temperature of the oil before dribbling it over her back.
She took a deep inhale that evolved into a sigh when he began kneading her tight muscles. “Oh God, Paul. That feels so good.”
“Relax. Let me take care of you.” Starting at her shoulders, he worked his way down slowly, giving careful attention to every inch of her back and then her legs, saving her sexy ass for last. As he ran his hands over her cheeks, squeezing and massaging, he noticed the subtle lift of her hips, the slight squirm of her body, and realized she was fully aroused. “Everything okay down there?”
“Mmm, so okay. Never been better.”
That was exactly what he wanted to hear.
He let his fingers slide into the deep valley between her cheeks, drawing a gasp of surprise followed by a moan of pleasure from her when he encountered the abundant proof of her arousal.
Hooking his arm around her waist, he drew her up to her knees and put two pillows under her hips.
“P-Paul, what’re you doing?”
“Relax, sweetheart. I’m taking care of you. Just let go and enjoy.” Mindful of her soreness, he gently ran his fingers over her clit, retreating to slide them into her and then repeating it again and again. Then he added his tongue, pressing it to her clit as he pushed his fingers into her.
She exploded, crying out as the orgasm hit her hard and fast.
He stayed with her until the contractions eased and he retreated slowly as the aftershocks made her tremble. “Ready to do the front now?”
Hope released a tremulous laugh. “I’m ready to sleep for about twelve hours after that.”
He removed the pillows and helped her turn over.
Looking up at him with eyes gone liquid with satisfaction, she offered a tentative smile. “You give a great massage.”
“It’s my happy endings special.”
When she laughed, her whole body got in on it, and a deep sense of longing overtook him. He wanted to make her laugh every day for the rest of their lives, if only she would let him.
“What are you thinking right now?” she asked. “You look so serious.” With her hair spread out on the pillow and her face flushed from her orgasm, she was more beautiful than she’d ever been before.
“That I like to hear you laugh.”
“It’s nice to have something to laugh about again. Something other than the antics of a seven-year-old boy, which can be quite funny.”
“I want to keep making you laugh after we get home.”
“That would be nice.”
He started at her feet this time, massaging her legs and giving extra attention to her inner thighs, which she’d mentioned earlier were sore from what they’d done yesterday.
With her legs spread before him, it took every bit of self-control he could summon to stay focused on the massage and not the throbbing need that pulsed through him with almost painful intensity.
Skipping her core, he slid his oiled hands over her belly, drawing a sharp inhale from her when his thumbs caressed her hipbones. She was writhing again by the time he got to her breasts.
“Paul…”
“What, sweetheart?”
“I want you.”
“You have me. I’m right here with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”
She held out her arms to him, and he went willingly to her. “I want you inside me.”
“You’re too sore.”
“You’d go slow, right?”
“We could go slow.” What did it say about him that he was so desperate for her that he let her talk him into making love when he’d planned to let her rest and recover from what they’d already done? Despite his reservations, he found himself removing his bathing suit and coming down on top of her.
She wrapped her arms around him and released a sigh that sounded like relief to him.
Her oil-slick skin heated on contact with his body, which was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever experienced until he began to enter her.
That was hotter. She was so wet but also so tight, and he was forced to go so slowly, lest he hurt her.
It was pure torture of the best kind, and it didn’t help that she moved beneath him like a sexy siren determined to have her wicked way with him.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not too bad.”
“That’s not no.”
“It burns a little, but that’s because of you, not me.”
He stopped moving and looked down at her. “Because of me?”
“You’re big, Paul. Like you didn’t know that already.”
Unfortunately, her words only made him bigger, which drew a groan from her. “Note to self, never mention he’s big when he’s trying to get inside you.” Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. “Stop! I can’t take any more!”
He grinned at the face she made at him. “Then you need to stop talking dirty to me, baby.”
Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back as he entered and retreated over and over again until she finally relaxed and allowed him in.
“Ahhh, God, that feels so good,” he whispered into her neck, making her shiver. Her muscles pulsed and rippled around his cock, which nearly finished him off before he’d even gotten started. “Can I talk dirty to you?”
“If you must…”
“How dirty am I allowed to get?”
“As dirty as you want.”
She had no idea what she was asking for. With his lips nearly touching her ear, he said, “You have the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy. I love the way you grab hold of my cock and squeeze me so hard.”
Her inner muscles contracted around him.
“Christ,” he said through gritted teeth. “Do that again.” She did it again and again, and the sensations triggered his inner beast, making him forget all about his plans to go easy on her. He started to move, giving her the deep thrusts that she’d loved so much last night.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop.” He slid his hands under her, gripping her ass in both hands as he let loose. “Feels so fucking good.”
Her thighs tightened around his hips, and the spasm of her inner muscles let him know she was close, so he went for broke, drawing another keening cry of completion from her.
That was quickly becoming his most favorite sound in the world, he thought, as he went deep one more time and lost himself in her as she clung to him.
“Hope… God…” He wanted to tell her he was falling in love with her.
He wanted to tell her he wanted a life with her and Ethan.
He wanted to tell her everything, but he held back.
More than anything, he was afraid to scare her away, so he bit his tongue for now.
But eventually, when she was ready, he would tell her everything.
The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts. He took the call from the hospital.
“Mr. Martinez, the doctor would like to meet with you tomorrow at eleven if that’s convenient.”
“I’ll be there.”
With those three words, reality returned to remind him that this time away with Hope had been a mere interlude. The real challenge would begin when they returned home.