Authors: Joan Kilby
“It was worth the wait,” Cassy said. “I was wrong. Nothing bad could come of us making love. We were meant to be together like this.” Finally, he seemed to realize it and believe it, too.
Kneading his taut butt with her hands, she pressed a kiss on each pec, tonguing his flat nipples briefly before kissing and licking her way down his washboard abs. She took her time, wanting to put him through pleasurable, delicious torment just as he’d done to her. By the sound of his low moans, she guessed she was succeeding. He’d taken her to the brink of orgasm, then retreated. She was almost painfully aroused and was determined to give as good as she’d got. Whatever happened tomorrow, she didn’t want either of them to ever forget that they’d had this night together.
She scooted down a little farther on the bed and grasped his erection in both hands. So hard and yet so velvety smooth. She ran her fingers up the thick member laced with raised veins, squeezing and stroking, then she put the head fully into her mouth and closed her lips around him. She savored the taste of the salty drop before sucking, gently at first, then as he began to move against her mouth, harder. With one hand she stroked his length while with the other she cupped his balls and squeezed lightly, cradling their weight in her palm.
After only a short while, he stopped her with a low groan. “Hang on.” He got out of bed and rummaged in his suitcase for a condom. Quickly, he sheathed himself. “I want to be inside you.”
“I want that, too.” She knew she shouldn’t harbor any romantic notions where Scott was concerned but she couldn’t help it. When they came with each other the first time she wanted him inside her, gazing deep into her eyes. Yes, she hoped the sex would be hot, hotter than she’d experienced with other men, but it was the emotional connection with Scott that she really longed for.
His mouth met hers in a searing kiss and this time there was nothing gentle or exploratory. It was demanding and insistent, leaving no moist recess untasted. His teeth pressed against her lips, bruising them as his hands molded her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples between his fingers. She shifted her hips and angled them toward his thrusting cock. The head pressed against her entrance, paused for the briefest of moments, just long enough for her hips to jerk urgently. Then with agonizing slowness, he pushed inside her. Inch by inch. He was so big and so hard, she thought she would die from wanting him. She tightened her legs around his hips, wanting to hold him there and never let him go. Her core was pulsing with sensation, already spiraling with tension. Then he began to move, to thrust and pull back, and she was swept up in the rocking rhythm and the desperate need to feel him in her and against her and all around her.
“So tight. So hot. So wet.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her in closer, the words coming out in grunts as he pushed hard.
She met him with hard thrusts of her own, slamming into him, trying to merge flesh with flesh. The musky smell of their juices and the slap of skin on skin filled her senses. His face was close, their eyes locked. She kissed him, hot and hard and fierce, then her eyes began to glaze as she climbed higher and higher. Every muscle in her body was rigid, every cell in her being striving for that one great explosion.
“Almost there,” she said, panting. Abruptly he changed rhythm, grinding in a circular motion and she almost screamed with frustration and need. “Don’t do that to me, Scott.”
“You love what I’m doing to you.”
He was right. The new motion had stepped up the tension another notch. He was moving for both of them now. She was gripped in sensation and lust and desire and need and had no control over where they were going. Usually, she was in charge in bed. Not with Scott. He was taking her somewhere only he knew and she was clinging to his shoulders and hips and hoping she would still be in one piece when it was all over.
And then he gave one last almighty thrust and went rigid. At the same instant, her whole body went supernova and the shattered remains of her went spinning off in all directions.
She didn’t know how long she drifted, awash in the warmth and afterglow. Gradually, she became aware of Scott still inside her and her arms and legs wrapped around him, of his warm weight pressing her into the mattress. She was almost ready to open her eyes when Scott moved his hips and she was flooded with another orgasm. Wave after wave rolled over her. Weakly, she moved her hips and set off another. And another.
“Are you okay?” he murmured next to her ear.
She smiled against his jaw as a tear slipped out of the corner of her eye and trickled down her cheek. She’d finally experienced her fireworks, her moon launch, her trip to the outer reaches of the known universe. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Good.” He kissed her, then pulled her close. “Go to sleep now. We’ll get up early and finish working on the pitch.”
She snuggled into his shoulder. “Sure. That’s what we’ll do.”
Chapter Seven
Cassy woke in a warm haze of well-being and stretched luxuriously in the crumpled sheets. Scott’s side of the bed was empty. She heard the shower running and glanced at her watch on the bedside table. It was ten minutes to eight. Last night they’d arranged to meet Lorraine and Tod in the dining room at 8:00 a.m. Oh, well, so what? She couldn’t work up even a modicum of anxiety. They’d had the kind of night she’d only ever dreamed about.
Making love with him had exceeded her wildest fantasies. She’d lost count of how many times and how many different ways they’d done the deed. Suffice it to say, her body ached pleasurably in her most intimate places. They’d fallen asleep last night with him spooning her. Then a few hours ago, as dawn light peeked through the curtains, she’d stirred to find Scott’s hand cupping her breast, his warm breath ruffling the hairs on her neck and his erection nudging her from behind.
Half-asleep, she’d reached back and guided him between her legs. When the head of his cock was just inside, she squeezed her legs tightly shut to put pressure on her clit and to tease him and make him push his way in.
“I see you know how much I enjoy a challenge,” he murmured, a lazy smile in his voice.
She shivered a little at the sheer pleasure of hearing his voice so close to her ear. “You’re awake.”
“Oh, I’m awake.” He flipped her on her stomach and hiked her hips up in an attempt to spread her and allow him greater access.
Stifling a giggle, she kept her legs shut and pushed her butt up and back. His cock felt so good, hard and thick and hot. She wanted to slow things down and draw out the pleasure. After only a few minutes her plan backfired. The extra friction made her even wetter as pleasurable sensations flooded her core. Scott reached beneath and found her breasts, caressing them with both hands, squeezing her nipples as he kept up a steady rocking motion that drove him a fraction of an inch farther in with each thrust.
She struggled against the urge to open, to let him in, and forced her legs to stay closed even as the pleasure built. Then he was halfway in, stretching her and filling her. The need to feel his whole cock became urgent. Her will to resist vanished as her muscles went lax. He slid inside with a grunt. Scott celebrated breaching her defenses with a series of rapid, hard thrusts. As she came, a cry tore out of her and he went rigid with his own release. After that they had drifted back to sleep, sated and sweaty. Remembering their passion now, she felt tendrils of desire curl through her once more.
The shower stopped and Scott came out of the bathroom, naked but for the towel around his hips. His shaggy dark hair was slicked back and droplets of water dotted his broad shoulders. Cassy sat up in bed to watch him get dressed. Shame he was dragging his clothes on in such a hurry. Those sculpted abs deserved a good long look.
He pulled on his pants, hopping on one foot as he pushed his foot through the other flapping pant leg. “Aren’t you getting up? We’re late.”
“Come back to bed.” She reached a hand out and wiggled her fingers. “You know you want to.”
“And you know I can’t do anything reckless.” He stood in front of the mirror and combed his wet hair. “Everything’s riding on what happens today with Lorraine.”
With Lorraine, not with her. Cassy wasn’t disappointed, she wasn’t. He had priorities. Hadn’t she herself worked like a dog toward this day for the past three weeks? Still, he hadn’t even said good morning, let alone kissed her yet. It was as though he’d flipped a switch from lover to workmates and he’d forgotten everything they’d shared last night and earlier this morning. She knew what he was like. She’d counseled him through countless girlfriends-gone-wrong. When he had work on his mind, nothing and no one else came on his radar. Even so, it hurt.
“Speaking of riding, why are you getting dressed in your good pants and shirt?” she asked. “You’ll just have to change again.”
“Have you looked outside? It’s raining.”
“Since when did a little rain stop you from getting on a mountain bike?” She twisted in bed and leaned over to pull back the curtains. The sky was a heavy dark gray, the mountain on the other side of the river almost invisible behind thick sheets of rain. “Oh.”
“Even if I was crazy enough to go out in that I wouldn’t risk taking a novice on the trails, let alone a potential investor.” Scott stuffed his shirt into his pants and reached for his socks and shoes. “Lorraine wouldn’t thank me if she broke her neck on a muddy trail.”
He slipped his wallet into his back pocket. “How do I look? Do you think I need a tie?”
“Not for breakfast.” Cassy rolled out of bed, draping the sheet around her body, and padded over to him. She straightened his collar. His eyes were shadowed from lack of sleep and there were tired creases around the corners of his mouth. She stood on her toes to kiss him lightly. “You look wonderful.”
“Thanks.”
He didn’t kiss her back. Didn’t even smile.
She rocked back on her heels. He was nervous, that’s all. As he said, his future was riding on today. She tried again, sliding a hand up his shirtfront. “Last night was amazing.”
He wouldn’t meet her gaze. Gently he removed her hand, gave it a brief squeeze, and released. “I should go. We can talk later.”
Talk? That wasn’t quite what she had in mind.
“Okay.” She tried to catch his eye but he was already moving away from her. Suddenly she felt awkward, standing there nearly naked. “I’d better get dressed.”
“See you downstairs.”
The door closed behind him. She stood there, clutching her sheet for a good thirty seconds while she struggled with feelings of rejection. Did he regret making love to her? Was that it?
Wham, bang, thank you ma’am?
Had she just had a one-night stand with the man she’d waited all her life to be with? Surely it wasn’t possible that their fling was over in one night.
Then it struck her. She didn’t want a fling with Scott. She wanted forever. And he…well, she didn’t have a clue what he wanted despite all that mumbo jumbo about body/soul connection. Whatever he’d meant, it didn’t look as if it included a relationship with her.
In the shower a few tears slipped out as she scrubbed his scent off her skin. What had last night been about for him? Satisfying his curiosity? Finding release from nervous anxiety? She knew he cared about her. They were friends. Or had that changed? The Scott she knew and loved would never have left her hanging like that. Sex was a game changer. And when it came to her and Scott, she didn’t know the rules. Until this morning she would never have stood in front of him naked, fixed his collar like some old-fashioned girlfriend, and made a coy reference to their sexual antics.
But she hadn’t meant to be coy. She’d been sincere. Last night had been amazing. At least to her. Was it just the norm for him? Or worse, had the sex been mediocre? She winced.
Oh, God!
What if he regretted it because she was no good in bed? What if, even as he cruised through the breakfast buffet, he was trying to think of some nice way to tell her there wasn’t going to be a repeat?
Would he have done it four times with her if it hadn’t been good for him? She’d never made love four times in one twelve-hour period in her life, not even close. Judging by the past exploits he’d confided in her over the years, he was highly sexed, but still…four times?
No, she was being paranoid. He must have enjoyed it. Worry over the pitch had to be the cause of his strange behavior.
She got out of the shower, toweled off, and dressed in the skirt and blouse she’d brought to wear for the presentation. When she stepped in front of the mirror, she hesitated. She’d chosen the outfit because of its sober professionalism. But now that she was wearing it she didn’t feel attractive. She didn’t want Scott to see her in something unflattering. If he was having second thoughts, she didn’t want to give him any fuel for his doubts. Quickly, she slipped off the clothes and put on the red fitted dress she’d brought for dinner tonight.
In the dining room she gave her suite number to the hostess and grabbed a plate at the buffet. Normally, she loved a big breakfast, but the sight of scrambled eggs and sausages made her stomach lurch so she took only a piece of dry toast and a bowl of fruit salad. Across the room, seated by the window, Scott, Lorraine, and Tod were already eating. Outside, it was still pouring with rain, the glass streaked and fogged.
“Good morning,” she said as she took her place at the table. “Sorry I’m late.”