Desire Renewed (Happily Bedded Bliss) (3 page)

As the waves crashed over me I fell forward, leaning against him as I came back to earth. He didn’t move his hand until I sat back up. He stared at me as he sucked each finger. If only we’d thought to bring the van. There was no possible way for that to happen in his tiny sports car.

“Your turn.” I reached for him but he scooted against the wall and reached into the pocket of his jacket for his wallet. Pulling out far too many bills he nudged me out of the booth without a word. As I grabbed my purse I watched him snag the underwear crammed against the booth and slide them into his pocket. Thank you number twenty-six!

With his hand in mine he hauled me out of the restaurant. I was breathless in my efforts to keep up with him while he pulled me to the edge of the parking lot where he parked his car. He always parked his car so that no one would ding it when the opened their doors, usually as far away from the other cars as possible. Strange, the difference between men and women. I always parked as near to the entrance as I could, under a light if possible. Men never worried about safety.

My heels clicked on the asphalt and the smell of car exhaust from the neighboring freeway bit at my nose as the darkness surrounded us. From the edge of the parking lot I could see taillights gunning their way westward, the whoosh of their speed echoing in my ears.

Would he want me to blow him in the car? Should I remind him we tried that when he bought it and it was a logistical nightmare? There was no back seat, the seats didn’t recline, and if I got on top of him in the drivers seat the horn would go off each time.

Releasing my hand he shoved me forward, against the hood of the car. The metal was hot against my stomach through the thin silk of my dress. What the hell? In a decade together he’d never been rough before. Not once. His foot was between mine, kicking my legs apart as he pressed his hardness against me. “Say yes.” His breath singed my ear with the smell of sugar, strawberries and me on his lips.

“Yes,” I moaned. His hands were already on my hips, pulling me to him. I stared into the night, watching the cars, wondering how many people could catch the show if they only thought to look out their window. I heard his zipper release, felt his fingers sweep across my cunt, testing my readiness. His hands moved up to my back, my need mixing with the sweat from the heat of the night.

“Thirty-seven.” He whispered the words as he thrust, burying himself completely inside of me. I was so lost in the sensation I didn’t even care to think what he meant. Just that he not stop…that he never stop.

His hand at the small of my back pressed me against the hood of the car, my flushed cheek scalded by the metal. I could hear our bodies slapping together, feel him opening me thoroughly to him. I tried to do something, meet his thrusts, squeeze him, but I was only able to receive.

“Sshhh,” he breathed into my ear. It was then that I heard my moans. Sounds I couldn’t stop if my life depended on it. The world was watching me receive the best fuck of my entire life. No way was I putting a lid on that.

Rough material scratched at my lips when his fingers stuffed something in my mouth. A gag. He was gagging me? My tongue chafed and I realized he’d stuffed my own panties in my mouth to muffle my sounds of ecstasy.

He didn’t let up his onslaught, sandwiching me between his body and the car. His thumb pressed against my anus. I loved it when he fingered me while he went down on me but he’d never done it while he fucked me. His free hand left my hip, pulling my hand between my legs. He pressed my fingers against my clit, but when he withdrew his hand I slid them back farther, making a vee with my fingers so I could feel him plunge in and out of me, claiming me as his.

Once his hand returned to my hip, his finger claimed my ass, sending more pleasure through me. It sent me over the edge, and he stretched the orgasm for me with his long full strokes. I was gasping when he withdrew from me, feeling hot liquid squirting against my bare back. He must have lifted my dress higher than I realized, far too high for my comfort, even in my current post-orgasmic state. I tried to stand up and cover myself, but he held me against the hood while he rubbed his seed into my skin.

Stowing everything I needed for my early morning deposition, I snuck in through the back door. It was easily twenty degrees cooler in their house. Thank goodness they needed to go out so I could work in comfort. The documentation I’d brought home was done, as much as it could be until tomorrow. I’d be so glad when this case was over.

Mold litigation was a hot topic right now. Every major insurance company and contractor pointed the finger elsewhere, leaving homeowners to pay exorbitant amounts of money just to make their houses livable again. But not this time. The largest developer in town was dead to rights. They’d caused the leak that led to the mold, they knew it, and they’d be paying for it, big time. The case would be a big moneymaker for the firm. The bonus might pay off some of the more pressing bills.

My bills, not his.

Trevor lounged on the living room sofa, flipping through the channels. He wasn’t the one who ran up the credit cards buying shoes and purses. He hadn’t doubled the budget for the wedding. He’d turned off the cable, stopped drinking, and taken on roofing work with his brother’s company just to make ends meet.

Trevor was amazing. Smart, kind, thoughtful and drop dead sexy. I grinned, remembering how when we were first together I called him C&H sugar. Cut & Hung. His body stayed toned and bronzed from the roofing and his mind stayed sharp dealing with financial markets all day. I know the way other women look at him, at us, trying to figure out just why he’s with me.

Long ago I gave up trying to make sense of it. We had something that was bigger than us, something I was grateful for, when I took the time to realize just what I had. I crossed the room, kneeling in front of the couch where he lay.

He smiled, tangling his fingers in my hair as he pulled my face to his. “You had a cigarette.”

I felt my smile fall to the floor. Hours ago. I’d brushed my teeth since then.

“I’m not kissing you after you’ve been smoking.” Was he teasing or serious? Didn’t matter.

“Okay,” I smirked. I hadn’t planned on much kissing anyway. I reached for the button of his shorts.

His hand covered mine. “Go check and make sure the kids are asleep first.”

I nodded in agreement and hit the stairs, kicking off my slides as I went. I hadn’t even thought about the boys. Some babysitter I was. Peeking through the door to their room I caught myself sighing. Kids were beautiful when they slept. One still clutched a tattered green blanket; the other kept a menagerie of stuffed elephants at the foot of his bed. I loved those boys, but always kept a safe emotional distance. I wanted a family so badly I ached when one got too close.

Softly pulling the door closed I turned and almost leapt out of my skin. Trevor was right there, so close our chests were touching. I might have screamed if not for his finger pressing against my lips, his head shaking in a warning to be quiet. His head jerked in the direction of the door at the end of the hall. The master bedroom?

A thrill danced down my spine. We crept silently across the carpet and into Craig and Cassie’s bedroom. What was it about having sex in someone else’s bed?

We’d have to hurry. It was late and they could be home any minute. The realization would have dampened my panties, if I wore any. Mine probably still sat on my dining room floor. I backed away from him and reached around to unzip my pink dress. As I stepped out he pulled his shirt over his head and added it to the pile. His taut muscles rippled. He’d earned every one through actual hard labor not in a gym.

Stepping to me he leaned down and whispered. “I love you in pink.” His fingers expertly unhooked my bra, almost without touching my skin. “Show me pink.”

Here? I obeyed, retreating to the king sized bed and sitting on the edge. Trevor followed step for step, his eyes never leaving mine, until I lay back on the bed and spread my legs.

Some men liked breasts, others legs, but Trevor was all about pussy. There was something about mine that fascinated him. His hands forced my legs further apart as he stared spellbound at my cunt. His nostrils flared as he breathed deep and with his fingers pried me open even more. I squeezed my inner muscles and his eyes closed for the briefest second.

“You are so beautiful.” I never knew if he was talking to my pussy, or me but it didn’t matter. It had the same effect either way. I wanted him deep inside me, feeling the part of my cunt he couldn’t see.

I reached for my breasts, palming, and kneading, desperately trying to stave off my need. I heard his shorts fall to the ground in a swish. Instead of plunging inside, his body loomed against mine, his throbbing need pressed insistently against me, teasing me as he leaned down to lave the breast I held.

He had the most amazing tongue. Licking and nibbling one nipple and then the other as I ground against him. Releasing my breasts I shoved gently at his shoulders, needing that tongue against the bud between my legs. He rose up slightly and shook his head. He crouched down and whispered in my ear, “I’m not kissing you after you’ve been smoking.”

What? No way. He had to be joking. But it wasn’t funny at all.

He stood up and stared into my eyes. I writhed in discomfort but his hands firmly held my hips. “Don’t deny us both the pleasure Megan. Or all we’ll ever do is this.”

He traced my pussy with the tip of his cock. Could he really just tease me forever, just because I smoked a single cigarette? As he neared my entrance I squeezed, trying to pull him inside of me. I felt his laugh as he slid inside of me a millimeter at a time. Didn’t he know he had to hurry? Didn’t he know they’d be home soon?

“You actually read the book?” I tried to wrap my mind around the idea. When I’d brought it home and suggested we use it to spice things up he’d laughed and asked if I was serious.

“Every page. I can’t believe you thought I would do twelve.”

“I haven’t gotten to thirty-seven, but I’m sure I wouldn’t have thought you’d do it.” Which one was twelve? Candle wax? Wearing my underwear for the day? He’d flatly refused both.

“You only read the one you’re going to try?”

“Of course.” It was in the rules at the front of the book. If he’d read every page he’d know that.

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “Do you need anything at the store? I need to pick up something on our way home.”

Back to reality. “I’ll pick it up tomorrow. I don’t want Megan and Trevor to have to wait for us. They were so great to fill in; I don’t want to take advantage.

Craig nodded and drove past the store. “I’ll drop you off, then be right back. It’ll take me two minutes.”

“What do you need so badly it can’t wait until tomorrow?” I asked as we turned into our neighborhood.

“Number forty-three.”

Why hadn’t I cheated and read ahead? “You’re really getting into this. What’s number forty-three?”

“I thought you brought it up as research for your next novel. Now that I know it’s just for us, I’m into it. I’ve always wanted to try forty-three, but you always said it would make too much of a mess.”

What the hell could he be talking about? A mess? “It’s both, my novel and us.”

My head jerked forward and back as he slammed on the brakes on the uphill slope of our driveway. “If you want forty-three you can’t put it in a book.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t even know what forty-three is. It might not be spicy enough for one of my stories.”

“Whipped cream,” he growled across the console.

Whipped cream?
“Fine. If it bothers you, I’ll never write about whipped cream…unless my heroine is a pastry chef.” I smiled at my own joke. I had to, he was not amused.

“I’m not joking, Cassie. No one ever reads about tonight, or playing out the scenes in that book ends now. It’s your choice.” The motor was still running. He knew how I would answer, so I didn’t. He waited to pull away until I’d slipped into the house. Tiptoeing into the living room, I was surprised to find it empty. I crept up the stairs, hoping the boys hadn’t given them too much trouble going down for the night.