So Now You're Back (29 page)

The water had settled, revealing the rest of his torso. Her gaze slid down through the now clear water, inexplicably drawn to his lap, where white cotton billowed, waving like a flag of truce. Until her gaze focused and she realised that white cotton when wet was indeed a great deal more revealing than black stretch boxers. Especially when the man sitting next to you was sporting an enormous erection.

Heat throbbed into her face and the pulse in her clitoris went into overdrive. But for the life of her she could not tear her gaze away.

Luke's penis had always been magnificent. So magnificent it had terrified her when they'd first started going all the way as teenagers. And for a very good reason. Size really did matter when that much magnificence was at the disposal of a seventeen-year-old boy who had no clue what to do with it. And the recipient of it was a sixteen-year-old girl who was far too eager to please. But now, seeing that magnificence straining against billowing white cotton, the broad circumcised head peeking above the waistband, she was fairly sure she'd never seen anything so erotic.

She hadn't had any idea at sixteen that Luke was phenomenally well endowed, and to be honest, size really didn't matter when it came to the actual act, in her considered opinion. But those kind of porn-star proportions could be a powerful aphrodisiac, especially when their owner was lounging in a hot tub, making no bones—or rather boners—about the fact he was fully armed and extremely dangerous … Particularly to her flagging impulse control.

‘So, about your lack of a vibrator …' The tone was rough with arousal and provocation.

Her gaze finally detached itself from his lap and flicked to his face. And, God help her, she laughed at the hopeful smile on his lips.

Heat fanned out across her chest and throbbed into her bobbing boobs. ‘What about it?'

The smile took on a wolfish twist. ‘I was wondering if you were looking for a substitute.'

She should have told him no. That a substitute was the last thing she wanted. Especially one supplied by him. But as he studied her over the rim of his glass, the flirtatious dare hovering over the steamy water, her brain short-circuited and something entirely different came out of her mouth.
‘I'm afraid Bugs is going to be a very hard act to follow. No pun intended.'

He choked on the sip of wine. ‘You gave the thing a name?' He sputtered, placing the glass on the side of the hot tub. ‘I think my balls just shrank.'

She grinned at his horrified expression. ‘Of course I did. I happen to have a close personal relationship with it.'
OK, way too much information.
But she couldn't bring herself to care, the mischievous sparkle in his eyes a heady relief from the physical and emotional stresses of the past week. She glanced back at his lap, the heat rising up her torso more exciting now than scary. ‘They don't look as if they've shrunk very much to me.'

‘I guess I lied about that.'

She laughed, the hum of arousal all but deafening now. ‘Have you had that sitting on the bench the whole time we've been talking?'

‘Are you kidding? He's been raring to get on the pitch for days now. Why the hell do you think I had a swim in a lake full of bollock-freezing snowmelt this morning at six a.m.?' He edged closer, until the long muscles of his thigh rubbed against her leg. ‘If you tell me you're not raring for kick-off, too, I'll back off and never mention it again. But if you are …'

With his face dewed with steam, the rough stubble of his beard beaded with moisture and those pure blue eyes sparkling with his invitation to sin, he was as good as irresistible. And it was fairly obvious he knew it.

She hadn't felt this light-headed, or reckless, in years. Was she actually going to do this?

She cleared her throat. Determined not to go down in flames too easily. ‘While these football analogies may work
wonderfully as pick-up lines in Paris, I'm going to require more finesse.'

He placed his outstretched hand on her nape, his thumb digging into tight muscles.

‘I can do finesse.' The easy confidence was echoed in the delicious play of his fingers. ‘What sort of finesse did you have in mind?'

‘Maybe a conversation about what you envision happening after the final whistle?'

‘I'm thinking we reheat the dinner, finish the Chardonnay and then either crash out or see if you're up for a rematch. Because I probably will be. I've always been insatiable where you're concerned.'

She tilted her head, giving his playful thumb better access, and let the ripple of sexual excitement steam through her body.

Could it really be that simple?

He moved closer and brought both his hands to her shoulders to squeeze and caress and drive her closer to the edge. His erection butted her hip, shooting the ripple of excitement right where she needed it to be.

‘I didn't want to have the hots for you, either, Hal. But after spending half the night wide awake getting blue balls in that tent, it occurred to me this really doesn't have to be all that complicated,' he said. ‘We're both grown-ups. We're both unattached at the moment. And I for one have some very hot memories of our sex life.'

She licked her lips, clinging to sensible by her fingertips—because her impulse control was now officially dead in the water. ‘But what about those repercussions you mentioned yesterday? What if they come back to bite us on the butt?'

‘Hal, didn't you know that what happens in a hot tub in
Tennessee—' his voice became gruffer, rasping across her nerve endings ‘—stays in a hot tub in Tennessee.'

Her heartbeat butted her throat, anticipation and need making every one of her pulse points throb in unison with her rabbiting heartbeat.

‘What do you say?' he coaxed, his lips virtually on hers now, his fingers lifting into her hair to pull her closer still.

Her shoulders relaxed as she inhaled the salty, musky scent of him and acknowledged the sharp tug of yearning, which had been torturing her for days. And the last of the reasons why they shouldn't be doing this floated away on the hot stream of lust surging through her bloodstream.

Oh, bugger it. It's only sex.

‘OK,' she murmured.

His lips covered hers, the kiss new and hot and avid. And yet achingly familiar. She opened for him, flattening her palms against his ribs. His shiver of response echoed in her sex, their tongues tangling in a battle for supremacy. She delved deep, scraping her nails through the rough hair on his cheeks. His hands lowered to cup her breasts through the tight spandex, his thumbs rubbing her straining nipples. With their mouths fused, he slid his fingers under the cup and drew her breast out. He dropped his head and took the swollen nipple into his mouth.

The hot suction had her lifting off the bench, her hands falling from his face. The shock of arousal, the delicious ache in her breast almost pain.

She fisted her fingers in his hair and tugged him away. ‘Stop, Luke, give me a minute.' She adjusted the swimsuit to cover her pouting nipple, her insides sparking with desire and panic.

How could the attraction still be so combustible? Because
what had felt light and flirtatious had swiftly become very … serious.

‘Please tell me you haven't changed your mind, or I may die.'

She laughed, his horrified expression breaking the tension.

This is about now, not then. It's just sex. You're both adults in dire need of an endorphin fix. That's why it's intense.

‘I haven't changed my mind,' she said, because nothing short of a nuclear apocalypse was liable to stop her now. ‘But no way am I having sex in a hot tub. Because …' She shuddered. ‘Just eww.'

He let out a harsh laugh. ‘Thank Christ for that. I was worried you might actually be trying to murder me.'

He stood, sending water cascading over the rim of the tub, and she got an eye-level view of that magnificent erection outlined in clinging wet cotton. He hauled her up and stepped out of the tub. ‘Let's go, before I explode.'

He dragged off his wet boxers and the erection bounced free, long and wide and bowed up towards his belly button. He slung a towel round his waist and she laughed, her eyes meeting his flushed face. The towel stood out at a weird angle, doing nothing to disguise the tumescence beneath.

‘That looks ridiculous,' she said.

‘Hey, no mocking the substitute. He might wilt from performance anxiety.'

‘Doubtful, I think you could bat for England with that thing,' she teased, grabbing a towel. But as she went to wrap it round her shoulders, he whipped it out of her hands.

‘Not so fast. Take off the swimsuit. I don't see why I should be the only one open to ridicule.'

His grin was quick and feral and entirely too pleased with itself.

She glanced across the screened porch to the dense woodland beyond that hid them from view. The prickle of apprehension not welcome. She wasn't shy or embarrassed. She looked good for her age. But that didn't alter the fact he hadn't seen her naked in sixteen years.

‘I'm not stripping off where anyone can see me.' She made a grab for the towel.

He hiked it out of her reach. ‘Unless there are bears out there into cross-species kink, what you've got to show off won't interest anyone but me.' Slinging the towel over his shoulder, he stepped closer, the bulge at his waist butting her belly. ‘The swimsuit comes off.' He pushed a thumb under her strap, eased it down.

‘For goodness' sake, Luke.' She placed a hand on her shoulder, too late—he'd already dragged the cup off her breast. The heavy flesh spilled out, the cool air making the nipple tingle and swell. ‘I'd rather do this inside.' In the dark, if possible.

His thumb traced the edge of the areola. Her breathing sharpened, the tug of sensation arrowing down, as he rolled the engorged tip and stretched it out.

‘You know, you're very cute when you're shy, Hal.'

‘I'm not shy.'

‘Uh-huh, then this won't be a problem, will it?' His eyes met hers, the challenge in them searing her to the core, as he pushed aside the other strap and dragged the wet Lycra down to her waist.

His nostrils flared, accompanied by the guttural groan of appreciation. ‘You're so bloody gorgeous,' he said. ‘And frankly, these tits are a work of art.'

Her breath came out on a staggered laugh as he bent to lave one straining nipple with his tongue. His large hands
spanned her waist, holding her captive, as he captured the tip, nipping and squeezing it with his teeth. At last, he covered the swollen peak with his mouth, the hot suction lancing through her.

Her body trembled as he lifted his head, then she became suddenly weightless as he scooped her into his arms.

‘Luke, put me down, what the hell are you doing?' The gesture was so over the top and yet so romantic it was making her heart beat in an unsteady rhythm.

‘Isn't it obvious? I want to go worship these on a bed.' He carried her through the porch doors into her bedroom. Laid her down. He grasped her swimsuit and wrenched the sodden fabric past her hips and off her legs.

He dragged his towel off as he joined her on the bed. The powerful erection bobbed against her belly as he climbed on top of her. Her thighs quivered, her whole body alive and throbbing with the tremor of excitement, of sensual adventure, the anticipation almost as irresistible as the cheeky grin spreading across that handsome face.

‘I'm not as young as I used to be. And I've been harder than a tent pole for the better part of a week.' His thumb parted the folds of her sex, circling the perfect spot. ‘So we may have to do hard and fast first, and slow and detailed later. How do you feel about that?'

‘Uh … that works for me.' She reached for his erection, brushing her thumb across the broad tip to spread the moisture around the bulbous head, desperate to wrestle back control. The old Luke had been eager and enthusiastic and generous in bed; the new Luke appeared to be confident and experienced and a bit too good to be true.

Blood pulsed beneath her hand, his erection as firm as she remembered. She stroked the thick shaft and smiled, triumphant, as his breath rasped against her ear. But then he
thrust one thick finger inside her, still caressing the sweet spot at the apex of her thighs with his thumb.

She cried out, undone.

He dragged her hand off his penis and shifted down to lick her belly button, then trailed his tongue along the sensitive seam at the top of her thigh.

Her knees dropped open, her back arching as she surrendered, offering herself up to the delicious torment. He flicked at the needy bud and she bucked off the bed. The battle lost.

‘Easy,' he said, holding her thighs apart.

Arrows of sensation shot through her torso as he got back to work, teasing and torturing her with his tongue. Two fingers thrust inside her, feeding the frenzy for release. She sobbed, the spiral of need winding tight, as she struggled to hold on to her orgasm.

Then he fastened his lips on the swollen bud of her clitoris and suckled.

She screamed, the wave cresting and sending her crashing over the white-hot peak. Exquisite pleasure rippled out, making her shudder as he licked her through the final throes of her orgasm.

Her hoarse sobs subsided as he rose to settle between her spread thighs, the broad head of his erection nudging her sex.

‘You're still crazy beautiful when you come, Hal.'

She tried to focus, but the wide smile looked more sweet than smug in the daze of afterglow, reminding her of a boy who no longer existed. The sharp dart of stunned emotion pierced her heart.

‘And you've learned some crazy new skills.' She pushed the words out on a husk of breath, forcing down the foolish nostalgia.

Just sex. And just mind-blowing sex. It's all good.

‘I aim to please.' He chuckled. ‘I hope you're ready for round two.'

She nodded, but as the thick erection stretched tender flesh, she slapped unsteady palms on his chest. ‘Wait, Luke.' Her arms shook as she held him back, poised on the brink, her dazed mind finally engaging. ‘We need a condom.'