Chapter 7
7
Aaron leaped to his feet, grabbed the ice chest in one hand, and reached down with the other. “Come on!” She snagged the blankets and grabbed his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her up. They raced down the wooden pier and over the grassy yard toward the house, their hands still linked. He hadn’t counted on the unexpected rainstorm, but the weather on the shore was always unpredictable. Now, he just wanted to get her out of the rain before the date was ruined. With a chill in the air, he needed to get her inside.
He fumbled in his pocket at the back door and pulled out his key ring. He looked over and said, “I have a key to their house.” When the door opened, he tugged on her hand and led her inside, dropping the cooler onto the floor.
Their clothes were damp, and waterdrops slid from the wet hair plastered to their heads. They jerked off their jackets, tossing them to the floor and laughing as the wet splat sound met their ears. Her chest heaved with the exertion of the run… or maybe it was from the sexual tension radiating from both of them. He wasn’t sure, but standing in his brother’s kitchen, he locked his eyes onto hers, and time seemed to stand still. Seconds felt like a lifetime as the only sounds were the rain pelting on the bricks of the back patio and their breaths rushing from their lungs.
Swiftly, they moved at the same time, their bodies slamming together. Their lips met, and he wrapped his arms around her, trapping her hands between them. Tongues tangled as he delved deeply. Her hips moved, pressing against his erection. A groan escaped, but he wasn’t sure who it came from. Either way, it was quickly swallowed as the air crackled with an undeniable tension. The kiss wasn’t tentative, but just as the sky had opened with the rain overhead, a floodgate had been flung wide, allowing passion to threaten to carry them away.
One of his hands found its way to the small of her back, pulling her tightly against him, and he felt her hands tug in his hair. As noses bumped and teeth clashed, her hands slipped under his shirt, and the feel of her soft fingertips tracing his abs sent a tingle straight to his aching cock.
He whirled and pressed her back against the nearest wall, trapping her hands between them. She wiggled her hands down, and once free, he grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head, now grinding his cock against her soft tummy. The little sounds she made reverberated through his body, and he sealed his mouth over hers again. He thought to take command of the kiss, but Belinda showed no hesitation as her tongue delved into his mouth.
Needing more of her heat, he lifted one thigh between her legs, resting against the apex of her thighs. The kiss became more demanding and searching, and they were both the victors in the dueling kiss.
She rocked her core over his jean-clad thigh, and another whimper slipped from her lips as she searched for the friction they both craved. Her breasts pressed tightly, rubbing against his chest with her movements.
Primal need overwhelmed all other thoughts, and he slipped his hand under her sweater, his fingers dancing along her warm, satin skin. Halting just underneath the swell of her breast, he swept his thumb over her taut nipple and prompted another groan from her. She continued to rock and grind on his thigh, and from the little breaths that panted out from her lips, he could tell she was close to coming. That might have been the end goal, but he wanted to feel all of her when she did.
With her still balanced on his leg, he used both hands to tug her sweater upward, over her breasts and head, tossing the material behind him to the kitchen floor. She nearly spilled out of her bra, and it took little effort to unsnap the front closure and let the satin fall to the side, freeing her perfect breasts.
Aaron hoisted her a little higher, and with her breasts at his face level, he continued to feast, now pulling a taut nipple into his mouth and sucking deeply. As he moved between her breasts, he felt her crotch dragging against his leg. He pulled his head back and stared at her kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “What do you want, sweetheart? What can I give you?”
Breath hurled from her lungs as she replied, “Everything. Now. Here. Everything.”
Feeling constrained, he lowered his leg, allowing her feet to rest on the floor while he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
“Oh,” she breathed as her hands flattened over his chest. As her fingers traced patterns over his muscular abs, he jerked slightly. Her eyes widened, and she laughed. “You’re ticklish!”
“Only with you,” he swore, grinning at the light in her eyes.
She bent, and her tongue dragged over his chest, circling his flat nipples and then downward. “I want to taste all of you,” she said.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back.
“I hope that’s on the menu, too.”
Dropping his chin, he stared at her, and his chest heaved as he tried to drag in air. “Damn, you’re perfect.”
Her hands moved to his belt buckle, and before he knew it, she had his pants down around his knees. Just as her lips were about to encircle his cock, he reached down and lifted her even though it took a Herculean effort not to give in to the desire.
“Both,” he managed to say as he unzipped her jeans and shoved them down her legs. They kicked off their shoes at the same time, and while he yanked off his jeans and boxers, she shimmied her legs, ridding herself of her jeans and panties.
Now naked, they stood in his brother’s kitchen with their gazes locked on each other. His brain short-circuited while taking in the sight of the beauty in front of him. Her curves were perfect, her skin pale and silky. And her eyes, those blue-purple orbs that he could drown in, were staring back at him as though she also loved what she was seeing.
His cock twitched, and she smiled as she reached for it, gently gliding her hand over its length. “Oh fuck, babe. It’s got a mind of its own, and right now, it wants you.”
“What a coincidence,” she said, her smile widening. “So do I.”
He bent to snatch his wallet from his jeans, pulling out a condom packet. With a quick rip of the foil, he deftly sheathed himself, then held her gaze again.
They stared silently for only a millisecond before they came together again, their lips melding and tongues tangling. Her hand remained on his cock, and his forefinger delved deep inside her warm, wet sex. He lost all sense of time as their bodies took over, reacted, and continued exploring. As her breath began to hitch, he added another finger and found the spot that had her crying out his name as her body quivered. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back but wanted to be buried deep inside her when he came.
Lowering her to the floor, he crawled over her, covering her body with his own. If he’d taken the time to assess their surroundings, he would have carried her to the guest room… or den… or somewhere where she wasn’t lying on the hard floor. But the feelings coursing through his body and his mind were a jumbled mess of thoughts for this woman. She smiled up at him, her arms encircling his neck as her legs lifted to surround his waist. He knew he’d walk through hot coals just to see her smile as though he was the prize when, in truth, he never possessed such a gift as her.
“Please… I want you,” she begged.
Settling his cock at her entrance, he managed to ask, “Ready?”
“Hell yeah,” she replied.
He plunged forward, burying his cock as deeply as it would go, then slowly slid back, memorizing the little sounds she made. A tiny grunt was forced from her lips before being quickly followed by a moan—both sounds were equally sexy. Her intense, lust-filled gaze was on him, and her fingers clutched his shoulders as though to hold him in place. He almost scoffed—there was no way he was going anywhere.
Sex for him so often just focused on the physical feelings he cataloged, but drowning in her eyes, he was acutely aware of all of her. The tropical scent that followed her everywhere was now teasing his nose, and he wanted to bury his head close to her hair.
Thrust after thrust, he slid in and out, the friction nearly taking him over the edge quickly. Forcing his mind to hold back, he wanted her to come again.
He sealed his lips over hers, the kiss deep and demanding. His tongue’s thrusts mimicked the movements of his cock. His body was hurtling toward nirvana, her warm sex gripping and her thighs cradling him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and then one hand slid to his head. Her short nails scraped gently over his scalp, sending tingles throughout his body.
“Are you close?” he groaned into her mouth.
Her reply was a nod, and then with a grin, she lifted one knee and began to roll. Understanding what she was doing, he grinned in reply and rolled with her until his back was on the floor and she hovered over him. Her braid fell over her shoulder, and the soft ends of her tresses whispered over his pecs.
Her breasts, tempting as they bounced with her movements, were captured by his lips. He pulled one deeply into his mouth, eliciting more moans. She rose and fell on his cock, commandeering the rhythm, alternating between slow and torturous, then fast and frantic.
With his hands wrapped around her waist, he lifted her just enough that he could piston his hips to join in the control of the movements. Her grunts and moans continued, and the tighter her inner core gripped him, the more she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
She bent, her mouth searching his again. As their lips met, her tongue dragged over his. He reached between them, pressing his thumb on her swollen nub. Her lips left his as her head leaned upward, and her fingers once again gripped his shoulders. Her head flung back as she cried out, and he stared at the goddess riding him.
Her hands weren’t the only part of her body that gripped him. Her inner muscles tightened around his cock, and the residual flutters were felt as he continued to thrust. He lost all control, and his head reared back as he powered through his orgasm. His neck muscles strained as he gripped her hips. When every drop was wrung from his body, he gasped for air, wondering where all the oxygen in the room had fled.
She fell forward as though boneless, and every inch of her was lying prone on top of him. He welcomed the slight weight even as he continued to fight for every ounce of air. They lay together, and he would have been willing to stay connected. Finally, he rolled slightly to the side, keeping them united as their breaths evened. It took several minutes for his lust-filled mind to begin to clear, and the reality that he’d just fucked her on the hard floor hit him.
“Shit,” he groaned, searching her eyes as guilt filled him. “Did I hurt you? Christ, I never meant to take you on the floor?—”
A small laugh erupted, and she slid her hand around to cup his face. “Stop, Aaron. Don’t mess up our first time with guilt.”
He continued to stare, peering deeply inside, but found no recriminations. Slowly, his lips curved and landed on hers once more, now that he could breathe. He needed to take care of the condom, and that was probably the only reason he was able to force his legs to stand. Grabbing a paper towel, he hurried to the small hall bathroom.
He returned with everything wrapped in toilet paper and grabbed an empty trash bag from the pantry. He chuckled. “I know my brother loves me, but I doubt he wants my used condoms in his house. I’ll dispose of this when I get home.”
Belinda was standing and grinned while pulling on her underwear. “I was going to ask about the cleanser. I feel like I need to wipe off the kitchen floor!”
“No worries, I’ll take care of it.” They were soon dressed, and he grabbed the bleach cleanser from under the sink and made quick work of cleaning the floor. When finished, she walked to him and lifted on her toes, offering her mouth. Not about to deny that offer, he kissed her, pulling her close.
“It’s stopped raining,” she said, her voice wistful. “I guess we should get back.”
He made sure the house was secure, and they stepped outside, the sun now shining again. She carried the towels and blankets, and he held the ice chest in one hand, linking fingers with their free hands as they made their way over the yard to the boat. He settled her in carefully, then added the now-wet blankets from the dock and the cooler.
As they made their way out of the inlet and into the bay, she gasped and pointed at the sky. “Look, Aaron! A rainbow! Oh, I wish I had my camera!”
He angled the boat so they could both enjoy the rainbow, and he pulled out his phone. It wasn’t the same as her photography skills, but he maneuvered to snap a selfie of them both with the rainbow in the background.
They sat for a moment in quiet reflection, then she leaned over and opened the top of the cooler. “We never got to enjoy the dessert you brought from Bess.”
“No time like the present,” he said, still sitting close as the boat gently rocked. They dug into the filled donuts, laughing at the explosion of fruity fillings that oozed from the sides. Not worrying about napkins, they ate and then kissed away the dibbles of pastry left on their lips. He’d wanted the date to be perfect, and despite the sudden rainstorm and the firey sex, from all indications, Belinda was having a wonderful time. And in what he was coming to realize was Belinda’s true nature, she had no regrets. He had to admit, he could have just watched her smile all day.
They made their way to the Baytown Harbor, where he’d left his SUV. He glanced to the side as they pulled to a parking spot in front of the door leading to her apartment. “Wait on me.”
He hurried around, opened her door, and held her hand as she alighted. Once upstairs, he stepped inside her apartment. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he bent to kiss her lightly. She opened her mouth, but he jumped in. “I’m not going to stay.” He waited, holding his breath, and then fear gripped him that she would misinterpret his words to mean they were a one-and-done. Seeing her assessing gaze, he quickly added, “Today was perfect. And I want more perfect with you. I want to see you again. I want to spend time with you.”
Her smile returned, and she nodded. “Okay.”
“I’m pulling an extra shift this week to have Thanksgiving off. I guess you’ll be with your family for Thanksgiving?”
Crinkling her nose, she said, “I screwed up.”
Tilting his head to the side, he asked, “What happened?”
“I thought Thanksgiving was the following week and accepted a family reunion photography session for Friday. My sister planned to visit my parents and grandmother in Florida for Thanksgiving. I hate not going with them, but I can’t back out of the photography agreement this late.” She hefted her shoulders. “So I insisted my family go anyway, and I’ll fly to see my grandmother in a few months.”
His chin dipped to hold her gaze as they stood with their arms around each other. “What are you doing for Thanksgiving, then?”
She pressed her lips together as her brows lowered. Shrugging, she replied, “I thought I might pre-order from one of the restaurants?—”
“Absolutely not!” He couldn’t believe she was going to be alone. “You’ll come with me to Andy’s house. He’s hosting Thanksgiving with Ivy this year.”
“Oh, I couldn’t impose?—”
“Impose? Hell, Belinda, my family would love to have you join us.”
“Aaron, I doubt your family wants a stranger to come.” Her statement was tinged with doubt, but she held his gaze.
“They won’t care, and you’ll make it special.”
Her lips curved. “You’re sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re special.”
Laughing, she said, “No, I mean, are you sure about your family?”
“I’m sure about them, and I’m sure about you. So it’s all good.” He bent to kiss her gently. “Lock up behind me, okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
He walked out and heard the lock click behind him. As he jogged to his vehicle, he thought of the upcoming holiday. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d brought a date to a family gathering, but with past girlfriends, he’d never felt like he did now. Whatever emotion swirled through him, he wanted to enjoy it as long as it lasted. Now that Andy was hosting the meal with Ivy, it would be fun to have Belinda with him. Grinning all the way to his apartment, he thought of the perfect timing to have met her when he did.