Amy sagged against the wall, imagining that hand running through her hair, over her back, around her waist, up to her breasts and down to her wet, pulsating core.
“How about next Tuesday?” she heard him ask.
He put the pen down, and his fingers drummed against the pad of paper, restless, disinterested. He made an impatient gesture with his hand.
Condensation beaded on the icy bottle of water she held against her chest. She rolled it from side to side, trying to cool down. The cold was a stark contrast to her feverish skin and she gasped.
He looked up—and froze.
Seconds ticked by.
“I’ll call you later,” he said into the phone and hung up without waiting for a reply.
Awareness hummed across the room. Daniel’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His jaw clenched as he stared at Amy in silence. The bottle dropped from her slackened hand and rolled unnoticed across the carpet.
Their eyes locked and she lifted her shaky arms behind her back and undid the straps to her top. The silence in the room was punctuated by sounds of the damp spandex dropping to the floor and then Daniel’s sharp intake of breath. He did not move. Except his eyes, which had turned a familiar smoky gray. They took in every inch of her. Scorched her already burning body.
At an impossibly slow pace she nudged at her bikini bottom, inching it down her legs and kicking it aside, her gaze still locked onto his. Finally she stood before him, naked and proud.
Raw desire flashed in his eyes.
Fortune favored the bold, or so she heard, and if she wanted to get what she desired, she needed to be bold. She walked forward, her eyes never leaving his, until she stood mere inches in front of him. Trapped by his smoky gaze, she watched him touch his palm to her aroused nipple, his caress feather-light. Her breath left her throat in a hiss.
He flicked his tongue over the puckered bud of her nipple, sending sparks of excitement tingling down her spine and making her whimper.
His treatment was excruciating, his breath hot against her skin, and she shivered, almost delirious with need. She tangled her fingers in his sleek, wet curls and held his head firm, pushing her breast against his silvery-hot tongue. When it rasped over her nipple, her knees buckled.
His arms shot around her waist, catching her, supporting her. He groaned aloud and clamped his mouth over her breast, suckling her tight, tender bud, nipping, licking, teasing. Amy almost wept with longing. Moist heat pooled between her legs and oozed down her inner thighs.
She tugged his arms, urging him out of his chair, and he sensually slid his body up against hers, making every inch of her ache. He held her close, his solid chest warm against her aroused breasts.
The floor dipped away and fire shot through Amy’s veins as he caught her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled gently. Heated desire took control over logic. His damp swimsuit did little to cool her feverish skin. Nor could it conceal the length of his erection pressing against her belly, driving her to the edge of sanity.
She slipped her hands under the elasticized waist and shoved the unwanted clothing down his legs. Without breaking the kiss, Daniel stepped out of his shorts. His cock, rock hard and free, poked proudly against her stomach, turning her insides to liquid.
She ran her hands around his side until they rested on his very firm, very tempting butt, then she raked her nails over the soft skin. He growled against her mouth, jerking into her.
His reaction empowered her, validated her femininity, and she ran her fingers along the hard lines of his pelvis until she brushed the satin steel of his erection. When she wrapped her hand around him, Daniel swept her up in his arms with a guttural moan and carried her to his room.
Amy’s heart stuttered. As much time as she spent in his apartment, she always gave his bedroom a wide berth. There was something too intimate about that room—the place where he slept, made love to women—for her to feel comfortable there. It was a part of his world she never wanted to intrude. It was his private place.
For the first time ever, she found herself desperate to be in forbidden territory with Daniel.
He laid her down on his bed and stood before her in all his naked glory. Her mouth went dry. He was beautiful—hard, lean, hot, the epitome of masculinity and very, very aroused. The subtle scent of his spicy aftershave clung to his sheets, surrounding her. She inhaled deeply as she stared at him and her mouth began to water.
She watched him watching her, met his smoky gaze as he knelt over her. His devilish, sexy mouth parted, preparing to kiss her. Smooth, hot lips touched hers and she forgot to breathe. His tongue tortured her mouth with deep, silky strokes, stirring in her an unimaginable lust.
He braced himself on his forearms, lying above her, not quite touching yet driving her mad. Her body screamed for his embrace. She felt empty, neglected. Desperate for contact of the most intimate kind, she shoved her hips up and cried out in frustration.
He deepened his kiss in response and gradually lowered his body until finally—finally—it covered hers, enveloping her in its heat.
Greedy for more contact, her hands were everywhere, running down his sinewy back and over his firm butt. Squeezing his muscular arms, digging into his damp curls, relishing his solidity, loving his feel. Loving his response. She was so ready. The need to have all of him overwhelmed her. She bucked against him.
He dipped his hand down and groaned when he found her moist center. “Amy. Sweet, beautiful Amy. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Coherent speech was impossible so she settled for a long, “Oh…” as his finger found her clit and began to massage it. Pleasure rolled through her.
“Christ, babe. You’re so wet.” He slipped his finger in and she bore down on it.
“Please, Danny, oh…” He was doing mad things to her and although it felt good, so good, it wasn’t enough.
She reached for his cock and sheathed it with her hand. “Danny?”
“Amy?”
“Make love to me.”
A primal growl echoed through the room as Daniel stilled. His eyes closed, but not before she saw triumph and steely determination in them.
“You sure about this, babe?” he whispered.
She ground her pelvis against his hand. How much more sure could she be? “I need to feel you inside, Danny. Please, make love to me.”
She adjusted her grasp as his cock grew in her palm.
When she looked up his eyes were still closed, so she bit his neck. Hard. The time for niceties was over.
His eyes flew open and locked with hers. Flames of desire burned in them.
“Now, Danny.” Once again she bucked against him.
He moved his arms to either side of her face. “Say it again. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make love to me.” She twisted her waist.
“Morgan, wait!” His jaw clenched.
She stared at him uncomprehendingly. She wouldn’t wait any more. Couldn’t.
“I…I need a condom.”
There was no way she was having anything between them. She wanted just the two of them. “I’m on the pill.”
He nodded slowly. “Then we’re okay.” Because it was Daniel, she knew they were.
She drew her legs wider apart and gasped when the tip of his penis plunged into her. With a throaty growl and an expert thrust, he filled her.
Amy moaned in pure satisfaction. It was perfect. He was perfect. They fit together perfectly. In awe, she opened her eyes to stare directly into Daniel’s. This, them, together. It was the ultimate connection. She had never felt as close to Daniel as she did at this moment.
“Amy. Oh…Christ, Morgan…” Daniel shook his head and shuddered.
The movement reverberated through him and through his cock. Her muscles tightened convulsively around him, setting off a fresh wave of longing. She wound her legs around his waist and arched her back, frantic to get closer, take him deeper. Her hips moved, rotated in circles and then pumped up and down. Anything to get nearer to him, to get him deeper inside.
“Easy.” He stilled her frenzied efforts, holding her tight, his voice agonized. Perspiration beaded on his forehead and his shoulders bunched under her touch.
When he began to move, skilled hands urged her to move with him as he rocked back and forth in an intimate and erotic rhythm. Slow at first, but gradually picking up speed. Thrust for thrust she met him, the electricity inside building each time he plunged into her.
“Amy…” His husky voice drove her wild.
The tension mounted. Vaguely she registered the soft mewling noises coming from her throat.
“Oh God, Amy.” He caught her mouth with his and kissed her hard, his tongue mimicking the movement of his lower body.
It was too much. Too good. The building orgasm overwhelmed her and she let go. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. As the world spun around her, she was aware of Daniel’s hoarse cry as he too gave way to the exquisite release that rocked her very soul.
***
Daniel lay on the bed, cradling Amy in his arms. He felt a protectiveness deep down in his bones. She was all woman and soft curves. Tiny bumps peaked under his touch when he ran his finger down her side.
Amy had blown him away today. He’d been hard ever since she walked through the door, but when he saw her in her swimsuit, thoughts of tearing it off and covering her body with something more substantial—like himself—overrode everything else. The banter they shared did nothing to help cool his need, so he punished himself with vigorous laps in the pool, forcing away the excess energy that drummed through his veins. Then she had to go and dive in, and the cool water turned into a burning pit.
She tortured him with her cute games. Caressing him, teasing him, whipping him into a frenzy. Oh, he got his own back, tickling and tormenting her. But touching Amy was like shoving his hand into a fire. He got burned every time. Today he’d been seared all over.
He’d watched understanding dawn on her face. Seeing her eyes register his desire for her was the biggest aphrodisiac of all. However, it was when he was on the phone that she pretty much knocked his world left of center. She stared at him with those bedroom eyes and he nearly lost his mind. His knuckles turned white and went numb as he clenched the arms of the chair, fighting his instinct to pounce.
If self-control were an art, he’d be a master.
When she came to him, naked and needy, he held back and let her set the pace. That decision nearly killed him. His wildest dreams had not prepared him for the real woman. Amy was feminine and sensual and had damn near driven him over the edge. She had taken him to the ends of the universe and back and left him shattered in her wake.
His dick was flaccid for what felt like the first time in months. She had milked every last drop he had to offer. Yet, as sure as he knew he held the woman he loved, he knew it wouldn’t remain soft for long. Even as he dipped his hand over the curve of her hipbone, his groin stirred.
“You asleep?” He knew she wasn’t. Her breathing hadn’t evened out yet and every few minutes, soft moans of contentment escaped her.
“No. Too dazed to sleep.” Her voice, deep and drowsy, sent a dart of desire through him.
“Mmm…it was pretty amazing, wasn’t it?”
“It…it was…wow.”
He nuzzled her ear. “You were…wow. Hell, Morgan, I’ve waited since forever to make love to you.”
She stretched lazily. “Was it worth the wait?”
He could hear the smile in her voice. “God, yes.”
“I never realized it would be like this.” She sounded tentative. “For weeks I’ve dreamed about it, but it always seemed like such a bad idea.”
Weeks? He’d been thinking about it for years. Obsessing about it, yearning for it. After loving her from a distance all this time, he finally had her right where he wanted her. In his arms and in his bed. He wasn’t about to let go. Shifting back a little, he lifted a few strands of long hair out of the way and kissed her neck.
“How does it seem now?”
She shivered. “It’s looking a lot better.”
“You don’t sound a hundred percent sure about that.”
“Convince me.” Her voice was a husky invitation.
“Gladly.” He rolled her onto her stomach and proceeded to trace a slow path down her back with his finger. He followed it with his tongue and when he reached the base of her spine, he kissed it.
She moaned. “Danny.”
“Shh…”
He ran his fingers lightly over her buttocks, gently caressing her curves. She had a fine ass. He’d spent enough time studying it from behind, clothed. Being up close…well, he needed more time to get to know what it really looked liked. From where he was positioned, it looked good. Damn good. It was round and firm and gloriously feminine. He reached down and bit her left cheek.
“Ow.” Her complaint was a low sigh, accompanied by a tiny shift. She spread her legs and lifted her hips, giving him an intimate view of her nether lips. She still gleamed from their combined juices.
Hunger engulfed him. So much for his soft dick.
He nuzzled her right butt cheek and she moaned. Her leg moved another inch, inviting further exploration. He wasn’t one to refuse and dipped his hand between the toned cleft of her ass.