Chapter 16
H e studied her face closely, watching her eyes widen and lips part as a blush crept up her neck and stained her cheeks.
Kissing her on her back deck had been sweet torture, one that he’d happily relive, even though it wasn’t enough.
Was he moving too quickly? He didn’t know how experienced she was, but his gut told him not much.
And he seriously doubted that Eddie had done much to make it good for her.
Dipping down, he glided his lips along her cheeks to the corner of her mouth. One hand came up, and he pushed her hair off her shoulder, exposing her graceful neck. She shivered at his touch. Pulling back, he stroked his hand across her collarbone, around her shoulder, and drew her to him.
She tilted her head back and cleared her throat. “Instruction manuals?”
His other hand pulled the hair tie out of her hair, and he sifted his hand through it. “Yeah, I learned how to unlace a corset, and that releasing a woman’s garters was hard to do one-handed.”
She giggled, then her hands came up and rested against his chest. He pressed into them, one hand holding her close, the other now massaging her scalp.
“Of course, if you’re not wearing a corset or garters, that information isn’t going to be useful. Are you?”
She shook her head, a smile playing over her lips as she relaxed into him.
He pressed closer, seeing the response in her eyes as his cock pressed against her belly.
Her hands stroked over his chest, and a tentative thumb found his nipple.
He groaned. She leaned forward, replacing her thumb with her lips, lightly sucking the tight bud through his shirt.
He brought her chin up, and found her lips with his.
He tried to keep it gentle, but when her mouth opened beneath his, he swept his tongue in and claimed hers.
Deep in her throat, she moaned her response, and a shiver went through him.
Since taking her home all those many months ago, he’d dreamed about holding her and hearing those noises, and being free to explore where they might lead.
Pulling back, he held her by the shoulders, stroking a thumb over the pulse beating in her neck.
Color rode high on her cheekbones as she reached up and took both of his hands in hers, twisting to the side.
Releasing one hand, she led him down the hallway, glancing shyly over her shoulder.
Wordlessly, they entered her bedroom, then faced each other.
Eyes on her, he didn’t take in the details of the room. There would be time for that later.
She stepped closer then reached up to the buttons on his shirt. “May I?”
Swallowing, he nodded.
Her tiny hands made quick work, then she pushed his shirt back, and he shrugged it off and tossed it onto a chair in the corner of the room.
He stood tall and straight while her hands and gaze traced over his tattoo.
It started above his right pec, went over his shoulder, and halfway down his arm. It was an Aztec sunrise.
“I’ve been wanting to do this forever,” she murmured, her gaze following the swirls of ink. Then she leaned in and kissed his nipple again.
He sucked in a breath, and she giggled, murmuring, “I read instruction manuals as well.”
“Yeah?” Both hands finding the straps of her sundress, he pulled them down off her shoulders and kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder met, then licked his way up to her ear. “Are you good with this?”
In response, she released the zipper of her dress, and her shoulders slumped forward as the loose bodice fell to her waist. Fiona kept her head down as she pushed the dress over her hips to the floor and stepped out of it.
She removed her shoes and tossed everything onto the chair.
Straightening her shoulders, she turned toward him, exposing herself fully.
She wore only panties in a dusky rose color.
The same color as the nipples on her small pert breasts.
The bold woman of moments ago was gone. Not looking at him, Fiona stood stiff, hands fisted at her sides as if expecting him to reject her.
The thought never entered his mind. “Hey, look at me,” he said, tipping her chin up to meet her gaze. “I don’t know what you’ve been told, but everything about you is perfect. There isn’t another woman I want to be with.”
The vulnerability revealed when she lifted her eyes made him want to punch the wall. Made him want to hunt Eddie McLeod down and punch him in the face.
Swallowing his anger, he placed a hand behind Fiona’s neck and pulled her closer, then kissed her forehead before gliding his nose along hers. Feeling her relax, he guided her hands to the fly of his jeans and waited. It would be damn difficult, but he would wait if this wasn’t what she wanted.
Head bowed, she released the button and undid the fly, pushing his jeans and underwear down his hips. His cock sprang free, and her gaze flew up to meet his.
It took all his resolve not to throw her on the bed and rut into her. “I’m not sure how slow I’m going to be able to take this.”
Her gaze locked with his. “We can do slow the next time.”
Thank Christ. He toed off his boots and removed his clothes in record time.
Then he scooped her up, placed one knee on the bed, and laid her down.
Settled beside her and propped up on one hand, he traced a finger over her eyebrows, down her nose, and across her lips.
She darted out her tongue to flick the tip of his finger, then drew his finger in and sucked on it.
He felt it all the way to his balls, and pressed his hard cock against the smooth skin of her thigh.
She shifted on the bed until they were both lying on their sides facing each other.
Continuing to suck on his finger, she reached between them, sliding a hand up the back of his leg, over his ass, drifting it over his hip bone to hover above the tight curls at the base of his cock.
Releasing his finger, she said, “I want you. I won’t break,” and wrapped a small hand around his cock and tugged.
Groaning, he trailed his finger down, circling the tight bud of one nipple before moving downward and stroking it across her panties. She pushed against it, and he felt her wetness. He teased her through the thin fabric while she squirmed, squeezing his cock until he thought he would blow.
“Baby,” he growled, pulling her hand away and climbing off the bed.
“Did I do something wrong?” Fiona pushed herself up on her elbows, unconsciously thrusting her tits in the air.
“Not at all.” He lifted up his jeans and dug a condom out of a pocket. “Just getting this.”
“Oh,” she sighed, and made to remove her panties.
He threw the jeans at the chair and prowled back to the bed. “No. I do that.”
Her hands fell to the side, and she watched as he approached the foot of the bed and crawled toward her.
“You, princess, are going to lie back and let me worship you.”
A shiver ran the length of her body as she watched him through half-lidded eyes.
Removing her panties, he parted her legs and kissed his way up the inside of one thigh to press his nose against the silky hair of her mound.
His head came up, and he caught her gaze.
“Will you taste as good as you smell?” Then he proceeded to find out, the flat of his tongue lapping her from her opening to her clit, then fastening on the tight bud, and sucking.
Fiona’s hands came up, grabbing his head and pressing it into her, her head whipping back and forth on the pillow.
Mewling, she tensed as her orgasm coursed through her, and he licked her clean.
Rising to his knees, Tomas rolled the condom over his hard cock, eyes fixed on the sated look on her face.
With a slow smile, she reached for him, and he settled between her thighs, rubbing the tip of his cock through the wetness of her pussy.
The tight walls of her sheath relaxed to make room for him as he entered her slowly.
He held back until he could take it no longer, and pushed all the way in.
Fiona’s eyes widened, and he held himself still, watching the play of emotions move across her face.
She sighed, and smiled, and grasped his shoulders to hook her legs around his hips, offering herself completely.
Tomas accepted the invitation, and drove himself in over and over until he arched his back in release.
Coming down, he unwrapped her legs, and bent to capture her lips and her sounds of contentment.
His arms went around her, and he twisted and fell to his back, taking her with him until she was snuggled against his side.
When his heart rate normalized, he untangled himself from her, kissed her forehead, and went to the bathroom to deal with the condom.
She was under the covers when he returned, holding one side back in invitation. He didn’t hesitate, climbing in, settling on his back, and pulling her to him.
Rising on her elbow, she ran her free hand up his chest to cup his jaw. “Thank you,” she said, her gaze soft and warm.
It felt like a gift, and a smile bloomed on his face while warmth flooded his chest. He kissed her palm before closing his eyes and drawing her tight against him.
F iona didn’t know what to do. Eddie had been her only lover, and their couplings had been just that—couplings.
Prior to tonight, the only orgasms she’d ever had were self-induced.
Curled up against Tomas’s side, her mind raced, while at the same time, under the hand she’d placed on his chest, she felt his heart rate slowing.
Tomas shifted, turning to face her, his eyes crinkled, and he kissed her nose.
Anticipating his leaving, she smiled faintly. At that, his brow furrowed.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No!” she blurted. “That was….” She felt a blush from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. “I mean….”
He kissed her lips lightly. “Good. Do you want me to leave?”
“No!” She closed her eyes in an attempt to corral her thoughts.
She didn’t want to mention Eddie, but she didn’t know how to explain without doing so.
“I was married, so I’m not inexperienced.
It’s just…I never had….” She opened her eyes to find him studying her, one of his big hands stroking lightly over her shoulder. “This.”
For a person who spoke before audiences small and large, she wasn’t articulating herself very well.
Blunt honesty seemed to be her best course of action.
“I have a drawer full of toys, so I know what an orgasm is like. What I don’t know, is what it’s like for a man to want to—” she searched for the appropriate word “—linger.” That wasn’t right, either.
She snuggled against him and kissed his chest. “This.”
His gaze softened as his hand moved up to her cheek, and he stroked a thumb across her lips. “Then I’m happy to give this to you.”
With a sigh, she draped an arm across his belly, and he held her.
It was late when he left. Barefoot and naked beneath her robe, she’d walked him to the door and watched him drive off after giving her yet another toe-curling kiss.
Turning from the French doors, she retrieved her phone from her purse to plug it in. It rang. Startled, she bobbled it, then looked at the screen. Her mother. Oh my God!
Fiona had never defied her mother. But tonight, she’d hung up on her, then ignored her calls.
She stared at the ringing phone. Answer it?
And what, listen to her mother hurl vitriol at her?
She’d just had the best night of her life, a dinner with people she liked, followed by sex with Tomas, which was so good she wanted to relive it again and again in her mind, not share it with her mother.
She let the call go to voicemail. Then she silenced it, plugged it into the charger, turned off the lights, and went to bed.