Chapter 6
Gerard knew what he should do.
He should rinse off, wait his turn for a shower, clean up and sleep.
Alone.
But Bernie had thrown out an invitation...a challenge.
“Challenge accepted,” he murmured, adrenaline pulsing through his veins.
He quickly rinsed his clothes, stripped them from his body and rinsed the mud from his skin.
He couldn’t go fast enough. In the back of his mind, he was afraid he was taking too long, giving Bernie enough time to change her mind and regret her invitation.
After he turned off the spigot and shook off the excess water, he jogged toward the stairs and took them two at a time. At the top, Howey the hound dog sat on his haunches beside the door as a reminder that he was on guard duty.
Gerard scratched behind the animal’s ear. “Good boy.”
Howey’s tail thumped against the porch planks.
Gerard grinned, grateful for what he interpreted as Howey’s approval, and stepped across the threshold into the house. He turned and locked the door behind him. Barefoot and dripping, he strode through the living room, entered the bedroom and stopped at the open bathroom door.
The shower was running, steam clouding the glass enclosure.
Gerard reminded himself that Bernie was his client. A woman who believed in commitment and deserved a man who would love, honor and cherish her until death.
He, on the other hand, couldn’t commit, afraid his father’s genes would eventually emerge. He almost turned and walked away.
Bernie’s silhouetted figure appeared through the foggy glass, hazy and sexy as hell.
Gerard couldn’t walk away.
The shower door opened, and Bernie poked her head out, her face, neck and shoulders glistening with moisture. When she spotted him, she opened the door wider and held out her hand.
Against his better judgment, Gerard took her hand and stepped into the shower. “We shouldn’t,” he murmured.
“You’re right,” she said with a smile and handed him a bottle of body wash. “We shouldn’t miss this opportunity. I’ll do you if you’ll do me.”
Gerard groaned. “I don’t have protection.”
She reached behind her to the soap tray and raised a packet. “Gotcha covered. And I’m not asking for forever. I’ll settle for tonight, no strings, no regrets.” She raised an eyebrow. “Any more concerns?”
His lips spread into a grin. “None.” He squirted soap into his palm, set the bottle down and rubbed the liquid between his hands until he had a sudsy lather.
Bernie took his hands in hers and guided them to her breasts. As she laid his hands on her skin, she drew in a deep breath, and the rounded globes filled his palms.
He groaned and moved his hands, pinching the tips of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Bernie tilted her head back and let the shower’s spray wash over her chest and torso. “Mmm. More, please.” She wrapped her calf around the back of his leg, drawing him closer so that her sex pressed against his thigh. She rode it, rubbing her pussy against his coarse hairs.
Gerard cupped her breasts fully in his hands and squeezed gently. Eventually, he abandoned them to slide his hands over her ribs and downward to the juncture of her thighs.
She eased back, allowing his hand to slide between her legs.
He lowered his head and kissed her as his fingers slipped between her folds and strummed her clit.
Bernie leaned back against the cool tiles of the shower and spread her legs wider, giving him the room he needed to please her.
And please her he did, flicking that nubbin of nerves until she bucked against his hand.
Gerard would have taken her against the wall, but he wouldn’t until she came first. He needed to move the magic into the bedroom, where he could focus on her.
“Let’s finish up here,” he suggested and poured more soap on his hand.
Bernie frowned. “Are we done?”
He laughed. “Not even close to done.” Gerard rubbed soap all over her body, shampooed her hair and swept his fingers over every inch of her.
Bernie returned the favor, her hands gliding across his chest and downward to capture his erection in a firm grip.
Her strong yet supple fingers caressed him, sliding up and down his length.
With each pass, Gerard’s cock swelled, growing harder by the second. When he teetered on the verge of release, he captured her hands. “Not yet.”
He clutched her bottom and lifted.
Bernie’s legs wrapped around his waist, her sex pressing down on his cock.
“Hold that thought,” Gerard said through clenched teeth.
He set her on her feet outside the shower walls, turned off the water and grabbed a towel.
They made quick work of drying each other off. Although they were still damp in places, Gerard didn’t care. He gathered Bernie in his arms, snagged the condom from the soap dish and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed.
Gerard straightened, feasting his gaze on her naked body.
She touched her breast with one hand and reached out to clasp his dick in the other. “Make love to me.”
He drew in a breath and let it out, his hold on control slipping with each stroke of her hand. Blood flowed hot and thick through his veins, heading south to his cock. If he didn’t stop her soon, he’d come.
Gerard removed her fingers from around his erection, shaking his head. “I want this to last more than a few seconds. What you’re making me feel...I want you to feel before I take you.”
Her lips stretched in a wicked grin. “Then I’m doing it right. For a moment, I thought you didn’t like it.”
“Oh, I like it, all right. Too much.” He climbed onto the bed beside her and trailed a finger across her cheek to her lips. “I want you to come first.” He leaned over and captured her mouth beneath his, claiming her lips, then sweeping inside to caress her tongue.
Bernie slid her hand behind the back of his neck and held him close.
The kiss was just the beginning of his campaign to make her lose control. After thoroughly exploring her mouth, he brushed his lips across her chin and down the length of her throat to where the pulse beat wildly at the base, matching the rhythm of his thundering heart.
Moving lower, he captured one of her breasts in his palm and the other in his mouth. He sucked gently and then flicked the beaded nipple until her back arched, pushing that breast deeper into his mouth.
Bernie moaned and wove her fingers into his hair, urging him to take his mouth lower.
He obliged, skimming his lips over her ribs and pausing to dip his tongue into her bellybutton.
As he smoothed his hand along the curve of her waist and over the swell of her hip, he reveled in her silky-soft skin.
The tension inside him spiked when he cupped her sex and dipped a finger into her slick channel.
So wet. For him. He could already imagine how good it would feel to slide inside her and have her channel contract around him.
Patience, he coached himself. He wanted her to want him as badly as he wanted her.
Slipping lower between her legs, he parted her folds with his thumbs and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Bernie gasped, and her hips rose off the mattress.
He chuckled. “Like that?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice rushed, her chest rising and falling with erratic breaths. “Again!”
He flicked his tongue across her clit again.
Bernie’s body tightened.
She was close.
Gerard swirled his tongue around and around that nubbin of nerves.
Bernie raised her knees, planted her heels in the mattress and then rocked her hips in rhythm to his strokes. When she froze in mid-rock, he didn’t stop but kept going until her fingers dug into his scalp, and she cried out his name, “Gerard! Sweet Jesus.”
For a long moment, her body pulsed, her fingers contracting and releasing in his hair.
Her bottom sank back to the mattress. “That was...that was...” She breathed in and out. “So good.” Her hands slid over his shoulders, gripped his arms and dragged him up her body. “Tell me that was just the beginning.”
“It’s your call,” he said as he leaned over her, his cock poised at her entrance.
“I want more.”
He grinned. “Of the same?”
She shook her head. “You. Inside me. Now.”
He chuckled, bent and kissed her long and hard while reaching for the foil packet he’d tossed onto the bed beside her. Gerard sat back on his heels, tore open the packet and rolled the condom over his engorged erection. Once more, he leaned over her and kissed her gently as he entered her.
Moving slowly, he pushed deeper, not wanting to hurt her by going too fast.
“Too slow,” Bernie gasped. She reached for his buttocks, dug her fingers into his flesh and pulled him closer, sinking him deeper inside her.
When he was fully sheathed, he held steady, allowing her to adjust to him. Then he pulled out and slid back in, settling into a smooth rhythm.
With a tenuous hold on his control, he thrust into her again and again, trying to make it last as long as he could. When he shot over the edge, he buried himself deep inside her.
Her channel contracted around his pulsing shaft. He rode the wave of sensations all the way to the end. When he could breathe again, he collapsed on top of her and rolled their bodies onto their sides, maintaining their intimate connection.
Bernie smoothed her hand over his naked back and down to cup his ass. “You’re still so hard.”
“And will be for a while.”
She planted her hands on his chest and pushed him over onto his back, going with him until she was lying on top of him, straddling his hips.
“My turn.” Bernie rose on her knees then came down on his rod. Inhaling deeply, her chest rose and fell, and a smile spread across her face. “I didn’t want to waste a good hard-on when I could do this.”
She rocked up and down for several more minutes, her breasts bouncing with her movements.
Gerard reached out, cupped her breasts, and squeezed softly. “You’re so beautiful.”
She shook her head without breaking her rhythm. “There are a lot prettier women than me.”