She lay sleeping covered by a sheer wrap she wore, and in the early morning light, I could tell the wrap was all that separated her from the breeze off the lake rippling the light sheer of her curtains. Taut nipples standing out from their soft contour accentuated her ample upturned breasts. A tapered waistline met the swell of her hips, tantalizing me to imagine the hidden dark swatch of her sex.
I crawled into bed with her. She stirred when I dropped a light kiss across those voluptuous lips, and a big smile greeted me when she opened her eyes.
“Well, well, this is a surprise. To what do I owe this honor?” she asked, her voice husky with sleep. “I didn’t think I was going to see you until tomorrow.’
“I wanted to see you.” My gaze drifted down her body. “You do realize how your sheer wrap leaves little to the imagination?”
“I think the better question is do you like what you see?”
“Very much,” I said.
“Well, then, Mr. Connor McClane, maybe you should do something about that.”
As I reached to take her into my arms, she held up her hand, stopping me. She pulled me to my feet. I was perfectly still while she unbuttoned my shirt and inched it off my body. She ran her fingers through the sprinkle of hair dusting my chest, and undressed me piece by piece until I stood naked in front of her. She admired the view before pulling a condom from the bedside table and rolling it on my throbbing erection.
She’s working me like a top. I loved every second of it.
Meredith dropped the sheer wrap to the carpeted floor. Her lips parted and met mine with a shared hunger. Our bodies molded together in a passionate embrace while our tongues moved with the finesse of a well-rehearsed dance. Hands, uninhibited in their frenzy, teased every response to fever pitch.
Panting, I threw the large throw cushion from the foot of the bed to the floor. My cock was hard as granite, demanding relief. I lifted Meredith and laid her on the plush pillow, elevating her hips in open invitation. She threw her head back, arched her back, and spread her legs. I knelt and thrust my cock into her wetness. Rapture shot through me as her warm cunt enveloped me. She responded by wrapping her legs around my torso, pulling me even deeper into her. Each thrust contributed to an increasing urgency that became a desperate need for physical release. There was none of the subtlety normally attributed to the nuance of romance or making love. Oh no. This was like an adrenaline junkie’s dream, and I lost myself in the moment.
Then, for reasons I couldn’t explain, everything changed. Maybe it happened when I looked into those radiant blue eyes and recognized her expression of pure lust. Maybe it was my desire to prolong this moment. Whatever the reason, I wanted more. It would have been easy to give in to everything my body begged for. Too easy! I loved watching this woman becoming lost in her sexuality. It was the most beautiful thing I could imagine. It ruined me for anything less.
“It’s been a long time.” I wanted to kick myself.
Connor held my eyes for a long moment and smiled.
“You left me without a word,” he said.
Intense. Always to the point. My turn.
“And you never came after me,” I retorted. Came after me? Where did that come from?
“If you’d wanted to be there, you would have stayed.”
I couldn’t stop staring. He truly was exquisite. Those mercurial eyes gazed steadily back. The half-smile that made a flutter of sunshine spread throughout my loins came and went. He undressed me with those penetrating eyes. I took another gulp of my drink.
More staring. It would appear he was still comfortable with silence. I most definitely was not, at least not with him. After what seemed like a lifetime, one in which I had more to drink, I looked at my watch and gasped.
“Oh my God. I’ve got to go. I’m giving a presentation in the morning.”
As we got up to leave, I stumbled. Oh shit, I’m drunk. And there sat Mister Calm-Cool-and-Collected acting as if he’d been drinking his beloved Pepsi.
Connor smiled, cupped my elbow, and walked with me to my room. As we rode up the elevator, I fought the desire to reach up and kiss those luscious lips, afraid of rejection. I fumbled with the key card. He reached over, took the card, and slid it through the lock.
I froze. Every nerve in my body tingled. He pushed open the door and gave me the key. Those intense eyes undressed me. I broke eye contact and walked into the room. When the door closed behind me, I released the breath I hadn’t realized I held. When
I turned to bolt the door, Connor leaned against it, watching me.
“Let me see you.” He spoke in a voice quiet with command.
Ignoring the dampness between my legs, I made a pact with myself—I was not going to allow this to happen.
“Connor, I’m not…We’re not…I mean…It’s been years since…”
I took a deep, calming breath. Twit. Here I was acting like the young woman I’d been on our first date, right down to the wetness spreading between my legs.
“Let me see you,” he repeated.
“Um, give me a minute.” I fled to the bathroom. Get it together, girlfriend.
I splashed cold water over my burning face in a vain attempt to sober up. I looked at the wide, brown eyes staring back at me in the mirror until calm settled over me. What to do? Should I send him packing? Did I even want to? Wow, wait a minute. Give your head a shake. Of course, I should stand up to him.
“Let me see you.” The words brushed through me washing away logical thought.
I kicked off my sandals and took an eternity washing my face and brushing my teeth, my mind at war with the sexual hunger burning through me. Part of me hoped Connor would get sick of waiting and leave. Part of me raced with excitement at the certainty of his command of himself and the situation. I straightened up with new resolve. If Connor was still there, I would ask him to leave.
He sat in the corner, hands steepled under his chin, and looked at me. Under his scrutiny, I instantly became a schoolgirl again, a child who had disobeyed. He shook his head slightly and with effortless grace, stood facing me.
“Come here.” His voice was quiet yet full of command.
As if hypnotized, I moved in front of him. The tips of his fingers traced my bare arms. Goose bumps immediately sprang to the surface and sexual electricity jolted through me. I lowered my head. He reached under my chin and forced me to look up, challenging me to react. He edged down the zipper of my little black dress and let it fall to the floor. Suddenly, nothing else existed outside my need to give myself to him, to have him take me, now.
Sweet Jesus! Assume the position? Even more unbelievable than the way Connor spoke to me was the way I automatically sank to my knees. Have I done this before?
Anger and excitement surged through me. How dare he speak to me that way? Yet those words lit every nerve ending in my body like a Christmas tree, and the battle between morality and depravity continued.
Could it be he was going to make love to me, finally? Desire coiled deep in my belly, like a serpent waiting to strike. I kept my head bowed and eyes cast down. I didn’t even know how I knew this was the thing to do; I just knew it felt right.
Connor went to the bar and poured himself a drink. He circled around me once before settling in the easy chair in front of the large granite fireplace. I could feel his eyes examining me, sizing up his quarry while he decided what to do with her. Oh boy. I’ve done it now. Anticipation continued to bubble up through me like an effervescent drink poured over ice.
“What am I to do with you, Katherine?”
I wisely kept my mouth shut.
“So what is it that gave you the urge to throw yourself at that man? And that is not a rhetorical question.”
Sweet. He’s jealous.
“I wouldn’t call it throwing myself—”
“Are you really going to quibble with me over semantics? I want the truth.”
He started pacing. There was a seriously dangerous undertone to his deceptively mild voice that sent shivers of lust dancing through my core.
Oh boy. I took a deep breath and tried to push away the fluttering, empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I wanted to have some fun, and you weren’t interested, or so it seemed.”
I stared at my reflection in the polished shoes that planted directly in front of me.
“So you decided just anyone would do?”
I couldn’t resist being just a little bit saucy.
“He wasn’t just anyone, Connor. Did you take a good look at him?”
I had to endure several seconds of silence that seemed to stretch to forever. Then…
“I. Beg. Your. Pardon?”
Oh boy. I mentally counted to ten while weighing my options.
“Nothing worth repeating.”
He resumed his pacing. Kind of like a caged cheetah—all sinew and rippling muscle, balking at the cage of his own making.
He wanted me. I could feel it. Yet the part of him that held back was like an impenetrable wall. And I suddenly realized he was giving me the key to find my way back to him.
Containing all things romance.