Chapter 11 #3
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he made haste with his jacket, then his shirt, the buttons undone, the cloth set aside, his belt pulled out of the loops, his strong, muscled chest before her.
For a guy in the professional class, he was in amazing shape, her hands on his chest as if they had a will of their own, his hot skin against her bare breasts making her moan.
“I want you so much, Moore. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“What do I need to do to make you believe it? To feel what I’m feeling?”
“I already feel it. I want it all.”
“Then let me give you my all.”
Kissing her throat, he licked a spot that made her shiver, his hands running down her bare arms, body guiding her to her bed. As the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she melted into it, Moore above her, his fingers making quick work of discarding his pants, then his underwear.
Naked before her, he was glorious. Exactly what she wanted, the stark light of day revealing it all.
Moore moved to her waistband and stripped her pants off, Colleen flat against the bed now as he stood over her, smiling.
“More beautiful than I ever imagined.”
“You’ve seen me naked before. At the cabin.”
“That was different,” he said as he pulled the covers back, practicality kicking in. Making love on top of the comforter in April in Maine would be an exercise in cold sex. Colleen appreciated the gesture and laughed to herself as they crawled under, his mouth on hers, hands everywhere.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because I’m happy, Moore.”
“Let me make you happy between your legs.”
His head disappeared beneath her grandmother’s heirloom wedding ring-pattern quilt, the familiar red, white, and pink design looking somehow different and oh, so exciting.
She had never made love under this cover. Never had a man over since they’d moved to the camp.
As his tongue touched her, she reveled in the intimacy, his hot shoulders under her hands. Her mind let go of thoughts like a dandelion in the wind, one seed at a time floating off until she was rising up, finding a rhythm in his hands, their bodies working together for fun and closeness.
What should have been strange and awkward wasn’t at all. She found herself thanking the universe for giving her this, Moore’s attention so loving and so hot that she felt the familiar peak beginning within.
She wanted him–them–together.
Sitting up, she kissed him, and then his body was over hers, their mouths tangled like the sheets. It was warm and muted under the covers, and she took it all in, their scent driving her to want more.
“Guide me, Colleen,” he whispered against her breast before slowly sucking one nipple in his mouth. “Tell me what you like.”
No man had ever said those words to her before. Sex had always involved hints and movements, hips twisted to get the sensation there, hands distracting away from something she didn’t like, but never this kind of communication.
So open, so direct.
“I like… this,” she said, too many words jumbling inside her, so many levels of unfamiliar terrain making it hard to decide what to say.
Or do.
Moore nipped her nipple with his teeth and she jolted, then laughed, his hand between her legs, thumb tracing circles in a way that made her gasp. “This?”
“Yes.”
“And this?” His gentle bites sent sparks throughout her entire body as his thumb intensified its circles.
“Moore,” she whispered, reaching for him, finding him hard and thick, pulsing in her palm now. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Now,” she gasped, sliding under him, then suddenly stopping as her mind cleared. “Damn.”
She began to sit up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Me.”
“You want to stop? I’ll stop.” He pulled the covers off them and the cold air slapped her out of the moment. “Are you hurt? Is it your shoulder?”
“No, I don’t want to stop!” she groaned. “It’s just... birth control.”
“Birth control? I thought you were on the pill.”
“I am. But I’m also on antibiotics.”
“Okay...”
“Which neutralizes the pill.”
He muttered a curse.
“Right. So we need a condom.”
“No problem.” He kissed her shoulder. “Do you have any? I might have one in my wallet.”
“Let me check. They’d be in the bathroom.”
Hating the interruption but happy he was handling this so easily, she jumped out of bed, knowing she had a box somewhere. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him settle against the pillows to watch her, his arms over his head, fingers threaded at the base of his neck.
“I love the view here.”
“Oh, stop.”
“I do. You have a beautiful body, Colleen.”
“You’re killing me, Moore.”
“What’s wrong with complimenting your body? The way your nipples point up, and your breasts rest so gently against your ribs... I could watch it all day.”
She gripped the edge of the bathroom sink, reeling. Wet, slick upper thighs, made that way by him, began to tremble.
“All these years, I saw you clothed. Maybe in a bathing suit. But having the privilege of seeing you like this, natural and simple, it’s–thank you.”
“You’re thanking me for being naked around you when we’re sleeping together?”
“I’m grateful.”
“Aha!” She clutched the condom box, pulling one of the three out of the small container and bringing it back to the bed. “Score!”
Moore reached for her, pulling her under the quilt, hands warming her chilled hips and ass.
“You’re so cold!” He pressed the length of his body against hers.
“No hypothermia this time.”
“Did you come?” he whispered in her ear, the question churning butterflies in her stomach.
“Not yet.”
“How about we take care of that?”
Hand slipping between her legs, he began touching her again, her cheek pressing into his chest, breath suddenly hard to control.
“What about you?”
“I’ll get there just fine. I want to make sure you’re taken care of first.”
“Why?”
“Why?” His fingers didn’t break rhythm, but his gaze caught hers, holding the look until she felt her self-consciousness melt away under his openness. “Why? Because I want to give you everything. And that means starting with this.”
She tore the condom open, trying to remember how to use her hands and breathe while he was touching her like that.
“I want to come with you in me.”
“I want that, too.”
Reaching down, she found his tip, rolling the condom on carefully as he slipped one finger inside her, hooking it just right, making her gasp.
Then he kissed her, hard and urgent, until she leaned back, wrapped her legs around him, and he entered her, so slowly, so reverently, her mouth captured by his kiss, heart stolen long, long ago.
Each stroke made her tighten around him, her breath coming in gasps as he made low sounds of pleasure, his forehead pressed against her as he slid in and out. She moved her hips, surprised when his hand went between them.
The circles began again.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, surprised she could speak at all.
“You’ve never done this before?”
“Not like–no.”
“Do you want to touch yourself while we...” Moving his hand away, he guided hers into place, then shifted slightly, the offer sending a surge through her, skin tingling as her climax built.
“Yes,” she confessed, her own touch skilled, and within three strokes she was so close, Moore’s body tensing over her, her other hand flat against the small of his back.
“Colleen.” His voice was urgent. “Are you close? I’m about to–”
“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes!”
They came together and she clung to him, letting go and releasing, as they gave each other the gift of surrender. Moore’s heavy breath against her shoulder began to steady, his body relaxing against her, and she felt her heart slow down slightly from its nearly explosive state.
Quietly, Moore stood, walked into the bathroom, and took care of the condom, practically sprinting back into bed.
“Brrr,” he said, snuggling up.
“Well,” she said, brushing her hair off her face. “That was–wow.”
“Yeah. Wow. Nothing like during the snowstorm.”
“Was that better?”
“No. Just different. The cold, the rum, the sheer terror.”
“So much terror from the accident.”
“I meant the terror of crossing the line with you. I had no idea you felt the same.”
Propping herself up on her good elbow, she smiled at him as a familiar change in weight distribution on the bed told her Sandwich had just joined them.
“Hey there, girl,” Moore purred at her cat, a calico cutie Colleen rescued a few years ago. Gentle and sweet with her, Moore knew just where to scratch Sandwich to get her to close her eyes in luxurious surrender to his charms.
Colleen knew just how Sandwich felt.
“This feels so weird.”
“Really? I’ve petted Sandwich plenty of times.”
“Naked, in bed with me?”
“Only in my dreams.”
“Hah.”
“You think I’m joking?”
“I think I’m incredulous. How could we have both felt this way and not said anything?”
And yet, she knew. She’d had her own reasons for not saying anything.
So had he.
Bzzz
Colleen snorted. “I’m off work, so I don’t even have to look at my phone.”
“I’m on my lunch break, and Joey’s running the store.”
“Are there really emergencies when it comes to jewelry?”
“To some of our clients, yes.”
“Like what? A dirty diamond?”
He ignored that, rolling over, his bare backside twisting as he bent to retrieve his suit jacket.
Colleen appreciated the view.
Sandwich leaped off the bed and wandered into the bathroom.
“It’s Jordy. He’s asking about his plane ticket for his next visit.”
The grin on his face made her smile right back.
Whenever Jordy visited, she felt so complete.
Moore always asked her to hang out with them.
Over all these years, that had never changed.
She knew she helped make things more comfortable between them, and there was a certain pride in knowing she was the only person who could do that.
“Awesome. When?”
“Two weeks.”
Bracing her elbow, she tapped her cast lightly against the nightstand. “This’ll be gone by then.”
“How’s it feel?”
“Fine. Other than not having full range of motion during sex, it’s fine.”
“I absolutely did not notice a problem.”