Chapter 7
She resisted, but that was desperation and pride. Lust was stronger and surprised her – shocked her really as it slammed into her system like an electric jolt. She told herself that she should try harder – she could take him – maybe. But his mouth was brushing over hers - tongue trailing the moistness of her bottom lip and turning her into jelly.
When he started to nibble, she could have sworn she heard her blood boiling. She never allowed this – never allow anything unless she was in complete control, and she could feel it slipping away. Her heart was practically bursting, her body – Oh Lord! The heat had collected in one place and was burning hot.
He felt her resistance crumbling and increased the pressure of his lips. He was already aroused to the point of madness. His body was burning – a big ball of flame that was already more than he could bear.
He had to have her, or he was going to die. It was that simple. The passion raging inside him, the desperate lust slamming into his body had to be appeased or he would go out of his mind.
He persuaded her to open her mouth, used his tongue and more than a little finesse to get her to open up and when she did, when her breath escaped in a soft and somewhat sexy sigh, he simply went mad.
His tongue plunged into her mouth as he devoured, relished, and savored the taste of her. He was like a man faced with a sumptuous banquet after a yearlong fasting. He could not get enough.
The taste of her surrounded him, dug into him, wrapped around him, until he felt as if he would never be satisfied even when he swallowed her whole. He explored her mouth thoroughly, swallowed her moans- his hands busy dragging up the borrowed shirt.
Her skin was coated with sweat and felt silky to the touch. Lifting his head, he managed to pull the shirt and sports bra over her head, tossing them aside.
And he had his first look of her. The light in the gym was not on bright, he preferred less of it when working out, but he could still see the graceful throat, the dip in the skin. Her breasts were small, but full and rounded, the nipples already hard as stone.
He lifted his head to her face when she started to squirm.
“Let me go.”
“No.” He whispered, bending his head to her again. “You don’t want me to.” He grunted as she dug her elbow into his stomach.
“Watch it pal.”
He was smiling when he kissed her again. He was fascinated by her, she had destroyed his senses, the wall he had erected around his heart, and he was breathless – speechless with the power she wielded.
Ending the kiss, he trailed his lips over her cheek, slowly, seductively sipping from her. He moved down to her throat and smiled at the hammering of the pulse, like a captured bird with the need to escape.
He spent time there, sipping from the surprisingly delicate skin, taking bites from her, and soothing the bites with his tongue, until they were both drunk from the pleasure.
When he moved down to her breasts, she put up a token resistance, shoving at his shoulders. Then her fingers clenched – nails biting – body arching as he circled the flesh with his tongue. Her head moved restlessly, her body feeling as if it was floating off the mat.
The man’s mouth was …. Creative, hungry, even, delicious. She had never experienced anything like this before. The last vestige of resistance crumbled into nothing and all she could feel was a desire so strong, it crowded everything else.
She tasted musky from the very energetic workout. She also tasted like honey; he thought dazedly as he tugged the nipple into his mouth. He was burning up and could feel the control slipping away by degrees, but he was determined to have her writhing beneath him. He wanted her to yearn for him the way he was yearning for her.
He wanted to seal them, to own her, the way she was owning him. He wanted complete surrender and was willing to do anything in his power to achieve it.
He could feel the suppleness of her skin. The toughness overlaid by silk. Her muscles were well defined, but her skin was baby soft. Who would have thought, he mused.
Bringing her nipples to a moist peak, he stopped short of making them sore. He was starving for her, but he had to stop before he could not, and he wanted all of her.
Hunkering over her, he rid himself of his sodden shirt and hated that he had to stand to take off his sweatpants. But he did not spend much time doing so. He was afraid that she would take the opportunity to bolt, and he could not afford that.
She had her head turned away and was still when he removed the borrowed shorts. He would soon fix that; he decided as he removed her panties. A groan escaped him as he stared at the curly hairs covering her sex.
Stretching his long lean length on top of her, he cupped her face and forced her to look at him. “Talk to me.”
“No.” She could not tell him that she was taking the biggest risk of her life and putting her career on the line. She could not tell him that he had awoken something inside her that had long since remained dormant. All the sensations, the emotions tumbling inside her made her dizzy and confused.
“Just get on with it.”
His eyes searched her face as if seeking for answers.
Without responding, he lowered his head and tried for her lips, but she turned away and he had to settle for her neck, and he ravaged it. His body was pressed against hers and she could feel the springy texture of the hairs on his chest.
She could also feel something else – the insistent hardness rubbing between her thighs. And wanted it inside her. A need so strong, she could not believe it.
Reaching between them, she cupped the hot flesh and felt him vibrating. Lifting his head, he stared at her, gray eyes almost dark.
“Put me in,” he rasped, lifting his body so she could. As she guided his shaft at the opening. His eyes stayed on hers, watching them darkened and widened. Her body arched as he slowly entered her. She slid her hands up his taut stomach and over his chest, her body trembling as he went in deep.
His body vibrated with shock as her tightness enveloped him. She was too tight, incredibly moist and he was not going to last. But before he flooded her with his seed, he wanted her to come.
With that in mind, he eased out of her slowly, his eyes still holding hers. Reaching between them, he gripped his member and rubbed the tip, just the tip over her sensitive flesh. He saw when she arched, her mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes widening.
Not satisfied just yet, he eased himself into her and used his thumb to toy with the flesh and watched her fragment. He felt the shift in her long, lean body and triumph was a burst of flame inside him.
She tried to resist; he could feel her pushing at him and saw the look of shock over the punch of passion as the violent orgasm crashed through her body. She screamed! Her hands racing up and down his back, her body writhing beneath his – he had to hold onto her hips to avoid being thrown off. Her reaction fired his senses. His control snapped.
With a feral growl – he drove into her - mouth capturing hers as he spilled his seed, watering her womb – his body bucking on top of hers. And even then, even when she had completely drained him, he could not stop. His heart was shuddering, his body coated with sweat, his limbs weakened and still he could not stop.
It took some time for her to recover enough to move and to feel. And to think. She had to think about what just happened and she could not do that because he was still inside her. His body was still covering her and to her utter confusion, she did not want him to move.
She enjoyed the feel of him on her. He filled her up – sex to her had just been a release, something to tolerate. And be done with it. She had never cuddled with a man after sex, never had one sleep over. Once it was over, she was done and wanted him gone. She did not have a lot of experience in that department.
She had once been so bored when she visited her aunt that she had started reading one of her historical novels. The love scene had been tastefully graphic and had her scoffing at the reactions of the female.
But she had to be honest to herself and admit that it paled in comparison to what happened here just now. Nothing in life had prepared her for this and she was bothered by it. For so many reasons.
He finally stirred and lifting himself, he looked at her.
“Am I crushing you?”
“Yes.” She answered too quickly and saw the quirk of his lips as he realized she was lying.
His eyes searched her face, and she had to force herself not to squirm. His fingers trailed the left side of her cheek slowly, his intense gaze making her warm. “You surprise me.” He murmured.
“That’s my life’s goal.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me why?”
She lifted her shoulder in a careless shrug. “I’m sure you’re going to spill.”
“For a woman of your age, you seem almost – innocent.”
Her eyes flared. “Don’t get it twisted, I’m not.”
“And yet.” He mused as he continued to trace her skin with his fingers. “It was as if you had not been with a man in a very long time.”
“So?”
He was fascinated with the texture of her bottom lip. “And your reaction when you had an orgasm leads me to wonder if it was your first.”
“Oh please.”
“Was it?”
“I’m in my fifties…!”
“I am not judging you. It takes a certain quality and time to make a woman come.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. The look on your face when it happened…,” he eased out a breath. “It simply shattered me, and I want to see it again. I want to make you come over and over again. I want you to lose control.”
His eyes smoldered and he was not surprised to feel himself hardening inside her. Apparently, it was a shock to her as her eyes widened and her body trembled.
“I want to look at you when you’re exploding all over me.”
“No. Please… Just…” she hated that her voice was high and thin and that she did not sound like herself.
“I want the pleasure of seeing you go over,” He tilted her chin up even when he started to move, slowly, his eyes watching her. “I want to see you letting go.”
“No.” She pushed at his shoulders. “Damn you! Stop.”
“Let go, baby.” One hand curved around her neck as he increased the pace, making it impossible for her to look away. He saw the various expressions racing over her face, surprise, pleasure, and then complete surrender and saw when it started to happen.
Her lips parted and hers became bright. “That’s it baby. Just let go.”
“Damn you.” She gasped, just before her body imploded. She felt as if she was racing towards the edge of a cliff and could not stop. It took her over and swept her away, washing her up until she was so weak, she could not stop trembling.
With a growl, he seized her lips, his body driving into hers with a relentless passion that had him tumbling over the edge with her.
Somehow, they found themselves in the wide ocean of his bed and starting all over again.
It troubled him that he could want her so much that his appetite for her could not be appeased. And that he had to force himself to give them a bit of a break.
The dawn was just starting when they both tumbled into exhausted sleep and even then, he had to feel her against him. Resisting her effort to move away from him, he wrapped his arms around her and cradled her with his body.
*****
She woke up on the bed with sheets tangled all around her and vaguely recalled that she had left the gym in his arms. He had carried her upstairs and into his bedroom and she had allowed it. She could always use the excuse that she had been weak and disoriented.
Sitting up against the mound of scented pillows, she took the time, time she had not had last night to look around the huge space. The man loved his space as she had seen from the rooms downstairs and this was no exception.
A fire was smoldering in the hearth that stretched from one wall to the next, giving the room a warm and wonderful glow.
The floor was not carpeted, but repeated the theme throughout the rest of downstairs, the stained wood floor, the gold and blue wallpaper, and a closet that could have swallowed hers five times over. There were no doors, but a wide-open space again that showed enough clothes to outfit a department store.
“Jesus!” She whispered as she gaped. The design was unique, at least, to her it was. Revolving hangers, shelves stocked with sweaters and what looked like casual pants, denims and another section for ties, shoes – so many shoes, Italian loafers, sneakers, boots – Good Christ!
What does one person so with so much? It was ridiculous and made her own tiny closet seemed woefully inadequate.
Turning her head to the left, she noticed the floor to ceiling window and the unrestricted view of the city. Shoving the covers away, she climbed off a bed that was wide enough to fit a dozen people comfortably and remembered they had left their clothing on the floor of the gym.
And she was completely naked and sore all over. Limping towards the bathroom, she stood on the threshold and experienced another shock.
The bathroom was the same color scheme as the bedroom, and it was huge. There was a wide tub in the middle of the floor and a shower install that could easily fit – well a dozen people, with knobs and a fancy nozzle that seemed too complicated for words.
Taking a deep breath, she moved over the tiled floor that seemed like sapphire glass and stood at the triple sink with its muted lights to study her image. She looked as if she had been thoroughly used. Her hair was tumbling all over and around her face in a tangled mess and her lips were swollen.
Little surprise there, considering that they had spent an inordinate amount of time kissing. Christ, just remembering his mouth on hers was making her moist.
Damn him! He had asked if it was her first time having an orgasm and she had not given him a straight answer. But he was smart enough and experienced enough to realize that it had been her first.
In the past, the only thing she had experienced was a small pop and nothing more and she was too honest to pretend something she was not feeling. She had left the bed of the man she was with, feeling a sense of dissatisfaction and that something was definitely missing.
Now she knew what it was. Scrubbing her hands over her face, she stood there for a moment, absorbing the significance of what this was. And how it was going to affect her job.
She had spent the night with him, something that she never allowed before. She hated people in her space and when the sex was over, she wanted the man gone. Now she had woken up in a man’s bed, with hardly any sleep at all. The worst of it was that the man was a suspect.
She could see her case being compromised because she slept with him. Let her guard down and allowed him to get under her skin.
She told herself she could have stopped it, simply walked away, and find some other way to get the job done, but she had wanted it to happen. The first touch of his body on hers had done it for her and now she had no idea what to do.
First things first. She need to get out of here and put clothes on. With that in mind, she rinsed off her face and gargled with some mouthwash.
When she went back into the bedroom, she strode into the department store disguised as a closet and selected a white cotton t-shirt. Making a sound of frustration, she stood there staring at herself in the sea of mirrors. She was going to have to retrieve her clothing and get the hell out of here.
She had left her purse and everything else on the balcony and hoped he was not the curious sort, because her piece and her shield were in there.
She had never been this careless before and it bothered the hell out of her. She was halfway down the winding staircase when she saw him coming up. They both stopped and stared at each other. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants that rode low over his taut belly and his impressive chest was bare, stirring something deep inside her.
“I thought we could have breakfast on the balcony just outside my bedroom.”
“I have to go. I need to get my things.”
He advanced, and she just stood there like a complete moron until he reached the step below her.
“Look, I really have to go.”
“I know.” Putting the tray down, he clamped his hands on her arms, his eyes roaming her face with a hunger that was transferring to her. “You look good in my shirt.”
“I – I did not have anything else to wear…”
“I’m not complaining.” The look in his eyes had her slapping a hand on his chest. Big mistake, she thought belatedly. His skin was warm, the chest hairs feeling pleasant on her skin and his heart was thudding.
“Look, I really have to go.”
She did not sound too convincing, and he must have noticed it. His hands drifted down to tug at the hem of the shirt and before she knew what was happening, he was taking it off and leaving her naked.
“Look pal…” The rest ended in a gasp as he eased her up and managed to drag his pants down. She found herself sinking into his, taking the hardness into her- until she was blinded. Emotions flooded her, she went blind as he pushed into her.
Turning skillfully, he dropped to the step and wrapped her long legs around his waist as she sheathed him completely. His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding so loudly, he could swear it drowned out everything else. That he could want her again, that the want had turned into desperate need took him aback and had him spiraling down.
He had left his bed with her sleeping in it, and it had felt like the most natural damn thing in the world to him. He had sat there watching her sleep and felt the raging inside his chest.
Kicking off the sweats, he clamped his hands around her narrow hips as she started pumping. A cry escaped her when he brought her arched body forward, so he could feast on her nipples. He was hungry for her.
Desperate to make her his. He wanted his stamp on her, wanted her at his side, in his bed, waking up to her and it scared the hell out of him, how much that desperation was making him crazy.
He brought her to a stunning and violent climax within minutes, her body arching, her flesh quivering as she surrendered.
He was right behind her, his body plunging into hers, desperate to touch her soul as he poured his seed and watered her womb. His hands bit into her flesh, making grooves. He lifted his head from her sore nipples and simply took her lips, swallowing her cries as the release overpowered them completely.
Margo clung, the tears burning the back of her eyes as her body fragmented. It occurred to her fleetingly that she had never clung to a man before. Ever.