Chapter 5
5
CLARK
I hang back in the doorway of Elena’s room while she packs at lightning speed. She’s extremely tidy. I appreciate that. It’s sad that all her worldly possessions are being packed into an old, beaten-up gray car, though.
“Lock the door. I’ll be back in just a minute.”
I stand outside, waiting to hear the chain rattling before I go to close out her bill. From various things she’s said, it’s clear she doesn’t have a lot of money, so I might as well help.
I return to her door and knock. “It’s me.”
She flings open the door, grinning so widely that I feel my face stretching to match her smile. Honestly, my clients are going to be confused if they ever see me wearing this expression. They’ll think I've been replaced by a shapeshifter or something.
We pack up her car, and she follows me on the fairly short drive to my house. I pull into the carport, which is easier for the truck since I often have deliveries in the back of it. Jumping out, I grab the remote and open the garage door for her.
She gets out carrying her purse and duffel bag. Her lovely eyes are even more golden in the glow of the porch light. “This is your house?”
I take the bags from her and unlock the front door. “Yeah.”
“And it’s just you living here?”
I’m not quite sure what she’s getting at. “Yeah?”
She steps in, staring at the flagstones in the entryway. We kick off our shoes, then she walks slowly across the wide pine planks of the living room floor. “Holy shit! This place looks like a resort!”
It occurs to me in that second that I’ve never cared what anyone thought about my home before. But now there’s a reason I made every decision: to impress Elena tonight, so that perhaps she’ll consider living with me as soon as possible.
Even though this is moving way too fast. Even though I can see in Elena’s eyes that she’s nervous. It would be so much better if our first few weeks together could be stress-free as we got to know each other, even though I already know enough to know that she is my choice. My woman. My person. The one I’m supposed to be with.
“Let’s go into the kitchen.” That tends to make people comfortable, right? “Coffee? Tea? Sparkling lemon water?”
“No thanks.”
Crap, I should be clear about the sleeping arrangements to put her at ease. “I’m sorry, I never got around to buying an extra bed to make a proper guestroom. I use it as my office instead. So I’ll take the couch and you can have my room.”
Elena approaches me slowly, stepping close, then staring up into my eyes. “I’d feel bad stealing your bed. Would it be okay if we share it? I don’t take up much room, and?—”
I pull her close, nuzzling her neck. “I’d love to sleep with you, Elena.” There’s a grinding sound in my throat as I stifle a chuckle. “As in sleeping . Holding you. That’s it.”
Leaning back, I trace my thumb over her plush bottom lip. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life by far. You’re in control. If I accidentally hold you too tightly when I’m asleep, promise me you’ll use your new right uppercut?”
She laughs, her head shaking as her hair swishes around her shoulders. “I’m in a new town. I was trying to have a new start. Maybe I…want to try some new things?”
“Okay. As long as you know that you’re in charge.”
I inhale sharply as her hand skims firmly across my chest. Then her fingers caress the back of my neck, tangling in my hair. “Actually,” she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes, “I think I’d like it if you took control. I…you know. Haven’t really?—”
I interrupt her with a slow, sultry kiss. Damn, the feeling of her body against mine makes me hard as rock in seconds. I feel saturated with pure, raw lust simply from knowing how much she wants me – and that, apparently, she’s never been with a man at all before.
My arms scoop underneath her, lifting her as she wraps her legs around my waist. Still kissing her, I shuffle forward slowly down the hall and through my bedroom door. I lay her across the bed, turn on the side lamp, then start unbuttoning my shirt that she’s still wearing.
“You look much better in this than I ever will.”
She laughs sweetly. “Actually, I was thinking I could make this into a dress. Or a nightgown.”
I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but the image of Elena wearing nothing but one of my baggy t-shirts while slinking around the house strikes me with the force of a lightning bolt. Maybe it’s possessive, but I can’t help it.
“What do you normally sleep in?” I ask. “I could grab your duffel bag, or you could just borrow something of mine.”
She rolls onto her stomach, looking up at me and waving her foot in the air. “I’d like to see what you sleep in.”
I sigh heavily. “Like you’ve mentioned, I’m always warm. So I sleep naked. However, I’ll be a gentleman and keep my shorts on tonight, okay?”
Her eyes blaze, then she shakes her head. “No way. I wanna see this beast of a man in his natural habitat. Plus I want you to be comfortable.”
Does this girl realize how wild she’s driving me? I stand up to my full height, then unbutton my shirt, tossing it onto the chair.
Elena sits up, then peels off my blue shirt. She stands, her bottom lip wobbling. Then she slips off her jeans. The urge to grab her, to possess that lush, curvy, pale skin… Everything about this breathtaking woman is overwhelming.
“You’re so sexy,” I murmur. “I was going to be a good boy, but I might just need a little taste.” Gently stroking the gorgeous curve of her hip, my palm skims across the edge of her pale blue cotton panties. Then I slide up the edge of her lacy top, pausing for a moment. She lifts her arms, giving me the green light to pull it over her head. Her bra is soft blue as well, and her pale skin glows against it.
My hand scoops around her lower back, pulling her body against mine as we stand against the bed. A sense of anticipation runs through me as I think about what’s going to happen in this bed sometime soon. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not even this week. But soon.
The pressure of my cock trapped in my jeans is uncomfortable, but all that matters right now is Elena.
My head dips to capture her lips as she sighs softly against me. Her fingers travel slowly up my biceps to grip my shoulders as I cradle her back, pressing her perky breasts to my naked chest. The kiss deepens slowly, gradually, as we explore each other’s bodies. I learn little details like she’s extra sensitive along the ribs and that she loves stretching to rub her breasts against me a bit higher.
My hand dips lower, slipping to brush down her stomach and to the heat pooling between her thighs. Stroking through her panties, I can feel her shoulders tense, fingers tightening around my waist as she gasps.
Before I can consider pulling back, she moans, spreading her legs slightly in a clear invitation. My hand slips beneath the thin fabric, a wave of lust surging through me when I feel how wet she is.
“I think my sweet girl has been alone too long. I have, too. Please… I need to taste you, baby.”
Elena is already nodding eagerly as I lift her into the center of the bed and tuck a pillow under her head, fanning out her hair. I unhook her bra, tossing it on the chair. I unfasten my jeans just enough to release the pressure on my erection, then sit down beside her.
Those perky breasts fit into my palms perfectly as my rough skin coasts against her silky flesh. Her ragged half moans are driving me crazy. Tipping my head, I drag a nipple into my mouth, kissing and sucking until she quivers under me.
It feels like every moment of my life has been leading up to this as I drag my teeth across a nipple while pulling her panties down. She lifts her hips to help me, then giggles softly when I suck on the other one.
“It kind of tickles, but it feels so good,” she whispers.
I nudge her thighs apart, then kiss that perfect mouth again before staring deeply into her eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”
Her pupils are huge as she stares up at me. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I shift until I’m lying on top of her, nudging her legs even wider with my knee. “I was waiting for you, gorgeous. For a sweet girl who looks past the whole surly loner thing.”
She messes up my hair. “Not surly . Maybe a bit…grumpy. But I bet there’s a big, gooey center underneath your hard shell.”
“I’ve dreamed of you.” Moving slowly down, I kiss around her breasts and along her soft stomach. “Then you sashay into my town and start driving me crazy without even trying to.”
I kneel at the end of the bed, scooping under her legs to yank her toward me. Then I stare at the sweet perfection of her open, wet pussy. My cock surges, straining for release, but I ignore it. Tracing along her inner thighs, she shivers as my fingers roam from her knees to drift along the edge of her puffy outer lips.
Pulling her closer, my breath whispers across her skin. “Is this where you need me?”
She coughs softly, clearing her throat, trying to find her breath. “Yeah.”
I know that women usually like things to be gentle at first. My mind flips through everything I’ve ever heard, trying to remember every detail of what women want. Oh, right. Openness. Honest communication.
My index finger traces slowly through her wet opening, then upward to move in a slow, lazy circle around her clit. “I already know I want you to stay here, Elena.”
Her half-lidded eyes snap wide open, as she reaches out to stroke the top of my hair.
“I mean, I just want you to know before I devour this sexy little pussy that I’m in this for the long haul. No turning back.”
“You don’t even know me,” she breathes. “Not enough to make a decision like that.”
There I go, grinning again. What the hell?
“No, I really feel like I know you. What kind of person you are. Delicate and beautiful and sweet and charming and the best damn conversationalist I’ve known in my life.” My tongue stretches out to lick a slow line straight through her center as her eyes lose focus. “I just thought I should do the gentlemanly thing and let you know what my intentions are before I…hopefully…make you come on my tongue.”
Her mouth falls open, then she moans as I plunge my tongue inside her while circling her clit with my fingertip.
Pulling in deep, slow breaths, I make a promise to myself to remember this moment until the end of my days. Licking slowly and thoroughly all over her soft skin, I can feel her pulse quicken. Feel every muscle tighten as she shifts, beginning to twitch.
I love how much she wants me. How eager she is to share herself with me. She tastes as sweet as her smile.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as she uses her other elbow to prop herself up slightly in the bed. “Clark…I…”
“Don’t be scared, baby. I’m always going to protect you. That includes every inch of this luscious body.” My left hand scoops under to grab her ass firmly, holding her in position. “Right now I can feel how much you want to come. So just relax and let me taste you.”
I place my tongue on her clit, working my finger inside her just enough to make her hips buck and her thighs tighten around my shoulders. She’s always expressive – with her words, her painting, her body language. Now every twitch, every murmur, is telling me what she needs.
As my tongue drags slowly across her skin, I gradually increase the pace, her stomach rising and falling rapidly as her hard nipples point straight up.
I can feel her tight pussy closing around my finger, as if wanting to pull me deeper. I add a second digit, sinking barely two inches deep, and then her screams echo around the room as her climax overtakes her.
Elena is lovely as she comes – her cheeks and chest flushing, shoulders pitching forward to clutch at me desperately, her eyes locked on mine as she gasps, open-mouthed. I groan as I savor the taste of her juices, licking her clean as her body falls limp.
Lying beside her, I love the way she snuggles right into my arms. “That was amazing.” Her breathing is still elevated, but she stretches out languidly, as if she’s exhausted.
“Good. Do you need a glass of water or anything before we sleep?”
Her head jerks up. “You honestly think I could sleep after that ?!”