“Now,” he growled. “Tell me to stop now. It’s the only time I can try, Fee.”
“No,” I replied, desperate and needy. “I want you, Halton. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” I grabbed his face and met his eyes, needing him to understand. “Anyone.”
“Oh, you got me, love.” He covered my mouth and carried me down the hall, his hands roaming over my back, cupping my ass, burrowing under my tank top, running his fingers over my spine. “I’m going to fuck you well, baby. So well, you’ll forget there has ever been anyone else.”
He lowered me to the mattress, his body following me down to the plush cushion. Moments passed of just our mouths—kissing, tasting, and learning. Then he pushed back, looming over me.
“I want you naked.”
I was shy as he eased down my pants, then urged me up and tugged away my tank top. He laid me back down, rested his palms on my thighs, and stared. Lifting his hand, he traced over my collarbone, down my chest, drifting his fingers over my breasts, causing my nipples to peak.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he murmured.
I blushed, not meeting his eyes.
“Hey,” he called, waiting until I lifted my eyes to his. “You know my rule. Honesty. I wouldn’t say it unless I meant it. You are exquisite, Fee.”
Truth blazed from his eyes. I warmed under his frank stare, his desire for me obvious. Using his thumbs, he drew small circles on my thighs, increasing the pressure until I sighed and opened my legs.
He widened his caresses, slowly edging toward my pussy, his thumbs finally brushing against the curls. I whimpered as he spread me wide, my breathing becoming frantic as he lowered his head and caressed me with his mouth, the gentleness of his lips almost reverent.
“Exquisite,” he repeated.
Then he attacked.
He dragged his tongue up my slit, swirling it around my clit, making me arch off the bed. Gasping, I grabbed at his hair, yanking, pulling, pushing. He lapped at me and slid one long finger inside, never stopping the magic his tongue was creating. I cried out as he added another finger, stroking me in a place I never knew existed. Pleasure, hot and intense, spiked and I came. Sudden, hard, and screaming. He never wavered, riding out my orgasm and pushing me open wider, doing things with his tongue I was certain were illegal in many countries. He slid one finger to my ass, using my own wetness to ease inside.
Still reeling from my orgasm, I gasped at the feeling. He raised his head, licking his lips. “You like that, baby? You like my finger in your ass?”
“Oh God,” I whispered. “Halton, please,” I begged.
For what, I wasn’t sure, but he knew.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promised.
He nuzzled my pussy, lapping long and slow. “Jesus, you are so delicious. I’m never going to get my fill of this. Of you.”
He rose and spread my legs wide, settling between them. He made quick work of a condom then he dragged the heavy head of his cock along my folds. Over and again. He grabbed my head, lifting it to his, kissing me. He tasted of me, that fact somehow turning me on even more.
Then he slammed into me. I cried out into his mouth as he began to move.
Hard. Long strokes of his cock, withdrawing almost to the end, then driving back into me. His hips circled, his thrusts deep and steady. He kissed my face, my neck, sucked on my nipples until they were red and glistening from his mouth. He groaned and cursed. Breathed my name like a prayer. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his muscles bunched and rippled under his skin.
With a low growl, he pulled out, sliding his hands under my back. Effortlessly, he turned me over.
“On your knees, Fee. Now. Show me your ass.”
I did as he asked, crying out when he slid back inside, the depth of his penetration shocking. I had never felt so full, so taken, so used, and yet so desired, so sexy, until this moment. Halton gripped my hips, driving into me. He slid his big hands under my chest, tweaking and pulling at my nipples until they were hard and throbbing.
My skin grew damp, and he lifted me suddenly, settling me on his lap. His chest rubbed against the slope of my back, the rough hairs dragging along my skin. He thrust up hard, biting and licking at my neck, then wrapped my hair in his hand, tilted my head and covered my mouth, kissing me hard.
“Gonna come, Fee. I want you to come with me,” he grunted. “Fuck, baby, now. Please come now.”
He pressed his fingers to my clit and applied the pressure exactly where I needed him.
I exploded, my pussy clamping down on him, milking him as he released, shaking, groaning, and calling my name.
He stilled, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. His mouth that had been hard and demanding became soft. Gentle. Tiny kisses on my neck. Small tugs on my lobe. Sweeping passes along my cheek and lips. He eased me to the mattress and rubbed my legs. He left for a moment, then returned, slipping into the bed beside me. He tugged me to his chest, pressing his mouth to my forehead.
“Okay, love?”
I glanced up at him in the semidarkness. “You keep calling me that.”
“Calling you what?”
“Love.”
He looked surprised. “I wasn’t even aware I did it,” he mused.
“I like it.”
“It doesn’t mean…” His voice drifted off, and he sighed. “It means you’re special, Fee. But special isn’t forever.”
I snuggled into his arms. “I know. But this, tonight, will forever be special to me.”
The room was silent, and I felt sleep taking me. Just before I succumbed, I heard his voice.
“For me too.”
Halton
I lay in the dim light of early morning, my body rested, my mind wide awake. Fee was snuggled as tight as possible. I had my arm around her, holding her close, my leg trapped between hers. Her head rested on my shoulder, her silky hair a messy nest from my hands. I’d had her again in the night, and I knew as soon as she stirred, I would take her once more.
I craved her. Her body. Her closeness. I didn’t understand it, and right now, I didn’t want to question it. I simply wanted to take Fee’s words and live them.
“Right now, I want you.”
I stroked her silky tresses, running the strands between my fingers. I found her hair fascinating. And sexy. The youthful beauty of her face was highlighted by the silver-gray coloring of her hair. It emphasized the vivid green of her eyes, the variance giving her a unique look I found very attractive. Add in the beauty I knew her soul to contain and she was exceptional.
Scott Hutchings was more of an idiot than I had ever guessed.
I looked down at her as she slept. The passion we shared last night had been explosive. She was giving, responsive, and vocal once she forgot her shyness. She had whispered that her love life with Scott hadn’t been very good, and I had assured her more than once it was on him. She was incredible. There was no other word for it. How he had ignored her for four years and cheated on this woman was beyond me.
I had broken every rule I had with Fee. I had slept with a client. An employee. A person struggling and vulnerable. I had taken advantage of that fact. Rene would kill me if he found out—he had taken a strong liking to Fee, and I knew he felt quite protective of her.