Choice Matters (Southern Heat Book 1) (19 page)

Remembering his tie, I stopped, stood up, and stared down at
him. “Center of the bed, now!” I commanded, watching him watch me. “Is that a
smirk on your face,
Apolo
? Because if it is, you’re
going to pay dearly.”

“No, never, angel. I’d never do that. I’m simply in awe at
what a seductress you are this evening.”

“Hands over your head.” Straddling him, I made sure I
dragged my hot, naked body over his face as I loosely bound both his hands
above his head. Slowly, I reversed the process, and when my breast fell over
his lips, he grabbed hold and nipped the tip before sucking it. A groan escaped
me. I was on fire, but not yet ready.

Pulling free, I covered his mouth with mine and tasted every
inch. Grinding against his erection, I broke the kiss. “Hmmm. What to do. What
to do.” As much as I wanted him inside me right then, I got on all fours so that
my body wasn’t touching his skin. “What I want is for you to make me come with
your mouth. After that, I plan to suck you dry.”

“Oh God, Caitlyn, just do it. Let me taste you,” he groaned.

Moving slowly, I positioned myself, lowering toward his
mouth. I sat upright, fondling my breasts, as
Apolo
took
command with his tongue, flicking it around and on my clit. I began to rock
against him as we established a pattern. He moved his tongue through my folds
then plunged it inside. I was on the verge of going over the edge, and he clearly
knew it, because he took my clit between his lips and gently sucked, causing me
to buck and moan in ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck yeah,
Apolo
.” I
collapsed on to all fours to compose myself as
Apolo
chuckled from beneath me, which vibrated on to my already raw clit, bringing a
second rush of orgasmic bliss running through me.

As soon as I regained my senses, I slid my wet pussy down
across his chest. Our mouths met, and our tongues dueled, flicking and probing
each other. The taste of myself sent a shiver through my body. Breaking the
connection, I fisted my hands in his sable brown hair and peered down at him.

“That was fucking fantastic, babe,” I purred. “Are you ready
for what comes next?” I teased him, outlining his lips with my tongue one last
time.

“I can’t wait. I like you like this, all bossy and in
charge.”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, angel, yes.”

“Soon, baby, soon.” I took command again, kissing him long
and hard. I kissed his face then his ear I hovered over the shell just long
enough, which I knew drove him crazy. “I love you,
Apolo
.”

Slowly, I kissed and licked my way toward my destination.
His cock stood there hard, erect, throbbing, and weeping for attention. I took it
in my hand and squeezed before outlining every coursing vein and every inch of
skin. I heard him draw in a breath as I lowered my mouth and encased the tip. I
quickly flicked my tongue along the opening and caught the pre-cum.

He moaned at the suction, his body wriggled in an attempt to
gain control. I glanced up at his face to find him watching me. His expression
was intense, yet somehow, sexually seductive. Then, I slid my mouth over the
rest of his velvety manhood, running my tongue playfully around it.

“Stop! Stop, Caitlyn!”

My tongue continued to move over his skin as I ignored his
plea. He was hot and close to release. I knew that, but I wanted to hear him
beg. Just this once, while I had him in this vulnerable state. I loved that I
could have this with him, that we could enjoy each other like this.

“Caitlyn, take me baby, please.”

I slowly withdrew my claim on him. As I came to the wide
crest of his cock, I flicked my tongue along, claiming any pre-cum. His body
shook in anticipation. “What do you want now, baby?” I teased, flicking a grin
up at his handsome face.

“Put me inside you,” he whispered, staring up at me.

“Why? I think I might like to play some more. I think I’d
like to suck you dry first instead.”

“No, please, put me inside you. I’m going to come if you
keep doing what you’re doing. Teasing me like that.”

“You don’t want me to drink you first?”

“No I want to come inside you!”

Straddling his hips, I took his cock in one hand and flicked
the slick tip against my swollen clit, guiding it back to my entrance. I held
it there, positioning myself to receive him. The next moment, large hands were
on each of my hips, lowering me on. He had come free of his loose restraints.

I moaned as he seated me as deep as he could, until my wet
entrance touched against his hot body. “You’re so hard, baby.” I sat up,
enjoying his arousal inside me. I moaned in ecstasy.

“That’s what you do to me, Caitlyn. We were made for each
other.” Slowly withdrawing, he thrust up hard and stayed that way. He teased
with slow, sensual movements. I could feel the tip as it touched and massaged
the spot inside me that only he had been able to reach.

Arching my body over him, our lips inches from each other, I
brushed his lightly with my tongue again. I knew this drove him crazy. “Fuck me,
Apolo
. I want you on top of me, fucking me hard.”

He growled then moved us over, his huge body covering mine. Then,
he grabbed me by the ass, yanking me hard against him and pushing deep inside.
My hands were clenching his ass as well, pulling him deeper, as though I couldn’t
get enough of this man. “Mine, Caitlyn,” he stated gruffly. “You’re mine,
Cait
.”

My body writhed under his movements, as I inched closer to
orgasm. “
Apolo
.” I mewed as I bucked under him,
matching his thrusts.

“That’s it, baby. Come. You can do it. Just let it go,” he hissed
in my ear. His pumping was becoming quicker, with more urgency. He was not far
himself.

He sat up, watching me as he moved in and out. It was too
much. His clever fingers massaged my clit, and my entire body shook violently
as I came. One orgasm led into another, my sex contracting around him. “Oh fuck,
Apolo
. Don’t stop.” I heard myself cry out.

“Are you ready, baby? Come with me. Together.”

“Oh God, you’re so deep,
Apolo
.
Now, baby. Let’s do it.”

He fucked me hard. The act was primal and arousing, thrusting
deep inside me until his body shuddered and jerked, filling me with his
release. I trembled and spread wide for him. As he slammed into me a final time,
the crest of his cock hit the sweet spot and sent me spinning off the edge. I
opened my eyes, desperately wanting to watch this man as he came. He looked like
a god. He was a god. Mine.

He collapsed over me, heaving for breath. Still coming. I
stroked his back as his breathing began to slow. Finally, he moved, kissing the
shell of my ear. “That was fucking incredible.” He moved, repositioning himself
so he could gaze down at me. Still inside me, still hard. “I love you, baby.”
He planted little kisses over my face.

“I love you, too,
Apolo
. Hmmm. It
was fucking fantastic, wasn’t it?”

“I told you we were made to fuck each other, Caitlyn. Our
bodies instinctively know what the other wants.”

“And what is yours telling you now. Because if I were to
guess, I’d say you’re ready to go again. Animal!”

He growled playfully in my ear. “Hmmm. You’d be right,
angel. But first, I think I need a break and something cold to drink.” He
slowly withdrew. “Would you mind?”

“My pleasure, Senator Choice,” I replied as I sat up and got
my bearings. Swinging my legs over the side, I stood up. “I’ll be right back.
You keep it hot and ready, lover boy.”

He chuckled at my remark, shaking his tousled brown hair. “You
have no idea how ready I am, baby.”

Walking out into the suite, I padded my way to the small
refrigerator next to the bar and pulled out two bottles of water. Checking the
door and making sure the deadbolt was in place, I walked through the room,
turning off all but one lamp.

The thought of
Apolo
inside me
again sent shivers down my body, my clit again throbbing again for his touch. I
smiled as I approached the king sized bed. There he lay in all his naked
splendor. Mr. Hotshot. Sound asleep.

* * * *

Apolo

Damn
Delpheine
! I don’t know where
she’s getting her information, but I intend to find out. The nerve that she
thinks she can come waltzing back into my life, after the way she repulsively
rejected me is inexcusable and something I have never forgotten. Jacob will get
to the bottom of it, but my little spitfire seems to have handled herself just
fine.

I plan to marry her, and I need to begin to put my plans in
motion.

I met Caitlyn’s father, Frank at one of the hotel restaurants.
It was the perfect opportunity for us to get to know each other a little
better. Caitlyn was still asleep, as I imagined so was her mother.

Frank waved me over to the table, standing to shake hands
with me. We sat down, ordered our meal, and began conversing about
insignificant things.

He explained his move back to Ireland. Once he’d given me
some details about who his employer was and such, I had to agree with him. He’d
have been a fool to pass up such an offer. Not wanting to appear nosy, I
avoided the subject of his wife and why she didn’t return with him. Caitlyn had
shared enough for me to get the picture.

I was wondering how to approach the subject when Frank did
it all by himself. I have to admit, I’d played out this scene a thousand times
in my head. But now that it was here and real, I had absolutely no idea what to
say to the man. He must have sensed that his daughter was part of the reason
for our meeting. I was secretly grateful for his fatherly insight.

“So
Apolo
, you’re planning on
making an honest woman out of my Caitlyn?”

I smiled and placed my fork down on the plate. “It looks
that way. Everyone tells me I can’t bring her to Washington in my new position,
living together without getting married.”

“And that surprises me,
Apolo
. I
didn’t take you for one to care what anyone thought.”

“I don’t, but where Caitlyn is concerned, it’s different. I
have to put her ahead of myself. It’s one thing for people to gossip about me.
I won’t have them do it with Caitlyn. So, if that means we get married, then
that’s what we’ll do.”

“It’s obvious you love her very much, so my speech about
taking care of my little girl—and if you ever hurt her you’ll have me to answer
to—just flew out the window.” He chuckled. I loved his Irish accent. Reminded
me of Caitlyn.

“Yes, I do love her very much. You needn’t worry about her.
I’ll take good care of her. She’ll never want for anything.”

“Oh, of that I have no doubt,” he replied. He winked at me
before taking a bite off his sausage. I was now beginning to see where Caitlyn
got her humor. Certainly not her mother.

“I did, however, promise Caitlyn that I would ask you
formally for her hand.”

“And you have, and yes, you have my blessing to marry my
daughter,
Apolo
.”

“Thank you, sir. You know your daughter can be a bit headstrong
when she wants things done a certain way.”

“Told you she wouldn’t marry you unless you asked me and
unless you formally propose. Am I missing anything?”

“No,” I replied, chuckling. “You know your daughter quite
well.”‘

“Aye, I do. Now, if we’re done with the formalities, how
about you and I head back to your suite and have some fun?”

“What sort of fun?”

“Oh, how about we be there sitting all pretty. It’ll drive
her nuts, wondering whether or not you asked me.”

That settles it. Time for the newly minted Senator Choice to
ask his beautiful, sensual woman for her hand in marriage. The sooner, the
better.

A wedding will have to be done quickly and in Atlanta. I
would like for us to be married when we return to Washington, if at all
possible. But knowing Caitlyn’s mother, we may be in for a battle. I’m sure she’s
not going to let her only daughter marry in haste, or under the guise of it
being a “shotgun” wedding.

No, I’m sure she’ll want the whole, huge affair, unless of
course Caitlyn doesn’t, and we haven’t really spoken about this matter. I’ve
always felt that it was a woman’s dream to marry, so the woman should choose
how it happens.

Chapter Eight

Caitlyn

Slowly, I opened my eyes and stretched. The spot
Apolo
had occupied earlier sat empty. The clock on the
bedside table read nine o’clock. That’s right, he was having breakfast with Pop
this morning.

Apolo
had fallen asleep, and I
hadn’t disturbed him, but that hadn’t stopped him from making love to me once
he’d woken up some hours ago. I remembered him telling me to sleep in. The man
made my heart feel good. How could I have been so lucky?

Luck or fate would have to wait. I needed to get up. Plans
for the weekend had been to spend them with Pop or with
Apolo’s
parents, depending on all of their schedules. Mother, well, knowing her, she
probably had her own agenda laid out. Still, I wondered if she and my father
were perhaps trying to work out their differences.

Grabbing my robe off the foot of the bed, I pulled it around
me. Coffee was the only thing I wanted. After that, I’d be ready for whatever
the day offered.

Opening the bedroom door, I went in search of it. I knew if
Apolo
hadn’t ordered some, there was a pot available. We
had decided to make the hotel our home until we found a place, which meant no
cooking until then. A simple luxury I would force myself to enjoy. I was so
focused on getting some coffee, I walked right by
Apolo
and my father, who were seated in the living room.