Chapter 13 Work His Magic
WORK HIS MAGIC
The next night, Saylor and Rowan were under the blanket in front of the fireplace, the TV on but neither of them paying attention to what they were watching.
They weren’t talking, but rather cuddling.
Her mind was on him and his body that she wanted to see naked and was almost afraid to take that first step.
But she had to before she left because if her body repulsed him with the scars and the devices, then she wanted to know before she moved to California to live with him.
She wouldn’t do that only to find out it wouldn’t work and be stuck so close by and know she couldn’t have him.
Not that she knew why she was even thinking of those thoughts after five days of knowing him.
But they’d been living together. No distractions from the outside world other than Rowan doing some work a few hours a day.
She’d clean or watch TV, cook, go play pool and try to get better.
She didn’t want to admit she was going stir crazy either since she normally was on the go.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Her head turned from where her eyes were glued to the TV but not really seeing anything.
“Nothing,” she said. “Watching TV.”
“I can hear your brain working and you can’t sit still.”
Guess she hadn’t realized that. She turned to look at him. “I want a kiss.”
“You don’t need to ask,” he said, laughing, his mouth landing on hers. She put her arms around him, held on tight and let him work his magic.
Every time he touched her, an internal match was lit. She hoped she did the same to him.
She was positive she did, but he hadn’t once made a move to do more than kiss her, or lie on top of her on the couch while they did it.
Didn’t ask her to go to his room. Nothing.
After a minute of their tongues swirling, she let out a groan. Half for arousal, the other frustration.
“Now what is wrong?” he asked, pushing back. There was humor in his eyes.
If she couldn’t be honest with him now, how were they going to live together?
“Is kissing all you want to do?”
“Fuck no,” he said. “But I’m not being a dick and pushing you either.”
Her shoulders slumped. “That’s what is holding you back?”
“Sweetie, if I had my way, you would have been naked in my bed the first night we were here.”
She laughed. “I might not have had the strength to tell you no.”
He ran his hand down the side of her face. “I know. I’m pretty irresistible that way.”
She rolled her eyes. His hair was a little tousled from running his fingers through it earlier on a call for work. He seemed frustrated, but didn’t get angry.
The long-sleeved cotton shirt he had on hugged his body and she was pretty sure he did that to tease her.
She might have been thinking the same with her outfit.
Leggings and a fitted shirt that she’d bought and hadn’t realized it wasn’t baggier than it was.
“You are,” she said. “You really are waiting for me to make the move?”
“Yes,” he said. “Listen, Saylor. We are up on a mountain and no one is around. I don’t want you to feel as if you’re pressured to do anything you don’t want to. We’ve known each other five days, but it feels like five months.”
“Definitely that,” she said. She took a deep breath. “I can’t move in with you or to California if I don’t know if we are compatible.”
He laughed. Laughed hard. Actually grabbed his side over it.
“Oh, don’t you worry there, but hey, I’m willing to give it my all to make sure you’re convinced in the next few days.
If you reach between my legs you’ll see I’ve been plagued with stiff dick syndrome since Christmas morning when you kissed me. ”
She pursed her lips but checked it out just in case, her hand moving down and cupping him. He wasn’t lying. “You know, being a nurse and all, I know how to cure your ailment.”
“I was hoping you would.” He lifted her so she was on his hips; she shifted and spread her legs around him, on her knees, then sat down.
His hands went to her breasts outside her shirt, his thumbs grazing her nipples that she was positive were peeking through.
“All you had to do was ask me,” he said. “I’m always a willing participant.”
Which worried her, but it wasn’t the time to bring that up.
He wasn’t a virgin and neither was she.
This was about them, and she was going to see where it led them.
She was almost positive she could predict the outcome with the heat in his eyes.
The same heat that had sweat trickling down her back.
“I’m getting warm,” she said.
“I have that effect on women.”
She squinted at him. “Let’s refrain from talking about that now.”
He winced. “That’s where my mouth runs away from me.”
“Then I’ll make sure you can’t talk,” she said, leaning forward, her lips to his.
The kiss went from zero to ninety in one second, his hands on her waist and then under her shirt.
She thought he’d move under it, but he lifted it over her head, her hair flying. She didn’t want to break the kiss but had to in order to get undressed.
“If we are doing this, I need to get a condom or we have to go to my room,” he said.
She didn’t want to break the spell, but they had to be responsible.
“Go get one,” she said. “Then we’ll reset.”
She moved off his lap, her eyes watching his ass in jeans as he retreated. He broke out in a jog and ran back in.
His antics always made her laugh.
He flopped back on the couch and moved her onto his lap again, his fist in her hair pulling her mouth to his, his other hand putting the condom into her palm and letting her know she was the one driving this arousal bus.
Once his hand was empty, it slid up her side, over her ribs and under her bra.
Skin to skin was such a lovely thing. But she needed more.
She wanted more.
He didn’t leave her waiting and undid the clasp on her back one handed. Pretty talented to do that.
Her breasts popped free and she removed her bra.
Their kiss ended, his eyes dropping in front of her.
He nudged her to lift so she could get closer to his mouth.
No way she wasn’t doing it.
“You’re lovely,” he said. “More than that. Beautiful. Stunning. I’ve been dreaming of these for days.”
He cupped both of her breasts in his large hands, pressed her together, then ran his tongue in between her cleavage, around the top of each globe, tracing one nipple, then finding his way to the other side and doing the same.
Her back arched, her lady lips clenched and dampness was quickly filling her panties.
Yeah, there’d be no disappointment here.
“You need to take your shirt off because I need a break.”
He chuckled as if he knew exactly what she was feeling.
She pulled his shirt up and over his head, her hands running across his chest.
“Do you like?”
She laughed. “You have a nice chest on you.”
More than nice. It wasn’t chiseled, but sculptured. A swimmer’s body.
Lean but toned. She preferred this to big, bulky gym muscles.
“Not as nice as yours,” he said.
He lowered his head again, his mouth latching onto a nipple while he sucked as if he was getting a day’s worth of nourishment from her body.
If she wasn’t so worked up, she’d let him do this all night long.
But she was hungry for more and he’d have to wait.
She slid off his lap, her feet hitting the floor so she could remove her leggings.
Her insulin pod was on her thigh. It’d be right there for him to view.
Her CGM sensor was on the back of her arm and he hadn’t said a word about it. Maybe he hadn’t seen it.
She took a mental deep breath and lowered her leggings and underwear.
When she stood back up, his eyes weren’t on her pump, but between her legs.
“You like to shave,” he said.
“It’s easier that way,” she said. “Just a daily thing.”
“I like it.” His hands reached forward to her hips and pulled her close while he slid down on the couch. “And I’ve got to taste it.”
“Of course you do,” she said.
His thumbs parted her lower lips, his tongue sliding in giving her a tiny lick, another, then yanked her to his face and suctioned his mouth to her swollen bud.
“Let it out,” he said.
It was as if he knew she was holding her breath.
When the air came out, so did a moan. A loud one. Then another.
Her legs spread some more where she was standing over him. She’d never done this before. Not like this. It was almost like straddling his face.
She should have kept her eyes open because then she would have known he was going to thrust a finger inside of her.
The invasion had her up on her tiptoes, then moving down to get him deeper.
He glided that single digit in and out at a steady pace.
“I’m so close,” she said.
“Let go,” he said. “I want to taste you as you come.”
The vibrations of his voice over her jacked-up sensations were the missing piece of the puzzle that had her groaning and twitching. Her body releasing all the tension that had been building for days.
He didn’t let up either. Just kept going as if he had to work her up again.
She wouldn’t stop him.
And it sure the hell didn’t take long for her to go from depleted to starving.
She stepped back from him and pointed to his jeans. “Time to let those babies go and give me a look.”
He undid the denim, lifted his hips, then wiggled out of his jeans and kicked them off all the way.
She reached for the condom on the couch next to him, opened it fast, then leaned over and covered him quickly.
She climbed back on him, spread her knees around his hips, lined up, and sank down.
A minute. That was all she needed to adjust to his length and size.
It’d been close to a year since she’d had sex and hadn’t realized she’d be this tight.
Not that it was a bad feeling. Just the opposite and she wanted to grip the sensations harder.
But that moment passed swiftly with the thirst to go on.
She lifted, then sank back down. Yep, that was what she was waiting for.
“Do it again,” he said. “I want to keep watching your face as you ride me.”
She opened her eyes, not even aware they’d shut.
“What?”
“You’ve got this sensual contentment that has come over your features. When you moved up and then down, it heightened. Do it again.”
She did. Her eyes stayed open this time, locked on his. The intensity in his gaze kept her focus glued to his face.
Her lips parted and a breath of air escaped with it, the tip of her tongue tracing the corner of her mouth.
“Fuck,” he said. “I don’t know if you’re aware of what you’re even doing to me.”
She shook her head as she continued to ride him.
His words were washing over, and past her, the feelings in her body taking priority.
When his hands landed on her hips to urge her to move faster, she complied. No reason not to when her body wanted the speed.
Wanted that pleasure that she’d already felt once.
His hand moved down her hip, over her thigh, barely missing her pump and not stopping or flinching, just finding her puffy, tender flesh that he’d tasted so thoroughly before, and this time pressed down hard with his thumb.
It was as if he were holding a magic button for her body to launch.
She came out of nowhere and came harder than she had in her life.
He released the button controlling her movements, grasped her waist again, and slammed himself against her.
She held herself open and wide for his taking, feeling him ram up as she continued to pulse and tremble as he came right along with her.
Her legs were aching from the tension in them, so she sat down to relieve them.
He pulled her close to his chest, held her tight, kissed her neck, and whispered, “I’m not sure if that was good enough. We might need to try a few hundred more times before we leave.”
She leaned back to look at his face, the grin massive. “Jerk.”
She laughed with him. “Seriously, did you think we wouldn’t be compatible?”
‘“No, but I didn’t want any doubts either.”
She had enough of them in her life.