Impossible Glamour (19 page)

“Webber,” she whispered.

Time to get this gorgeous woman out of my hallway and into my bed. I pulled her into the bedroom, where the giant bed waited for her.

I pulled her shirt up and over her head. That stellar body she kept hidden from the world. Damn. That was mine. A deep knowledge that I wanted Ellen’s body to be mine forever pulsed through me. My hands reached out and my fingertips stroked up her belly to her breasts, which were still encased in lace. I pressed my lips to the full flesh at the top of her breast, then unclasped her bra. A sweet gasp came from between Ellen’s lips. I pulled the straps over her shoulders and the lace fell away from her breasts. Damn. Those perfectly pink nipples were pert and tight. I pulled one into my mouth and rolled it with my tongue while my fingers played with the nipple of her other breast. A feast of flesh.

My body thrummed with heat, with want, to press her into the bed, rip her pants from her body, and thrust into her.

Easy. Slow. Keep it steady. This was about her pleasure. Not instant gratification.

Her head tilted back and my lips moved up her flesh, trailing kisses slowly and luxuriously across her neck. I pulled at the clasp of her pants and they dropped to the floor. I cupped her hips and then pressed my hand over the curve of her back and cupped her ass.

Sweet Jesus in heaven.

“A thong?”

“I’m full of surprises, Webber.”

Fuck. Fire raced through my veins.

“Yes, you are.”

I slid my hand over her flesh. My gaze locked with hers as my hand slid down the front of her panties and pressed her clit. A stutter of breath sighed over her lips. She pulled her bottom lip beneath her teeth. Her hands twisted my shirt and then her fingers were on the buttons, pulling them open with a furious want, a need. I stroked her clit. She was hot and wet for me.

“Webber, get out of these clothes.”

A wicked smiled spread over my face. What every man wanted to hear from the woman he loved.

Loved?

I blocked the thought from my mind. Not now. Not here. Too much.

Instead, with one hand I unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to the floor.

“Commando?” Ellen cocked her eyebrow. “You go commando to work?”

“Babe, Big Boy does not like to be contained.”

The look on Ellen’s face—was she pissed or amused? I wasn’t sure, and then a laugh burst from her mouth. I smiled. Damn this woman. I could play with her all night. I stifled her laugh with my lips on hers and more pressure to her clit.

That laugh turned to a whimper.

I pushed her to my bed and centered her on the giant mattress. Oh yes. I wanted room. Room to explore. I lay beside her. My hand caressed her clit, her back bowed, and her head pressed into the pillows. I watched. Watched her pull her bottom lip under her top two teeth. Watched her breathing quicken to sharp pants, watched her hand grasp the covers of my bed. She thrummed like a live wire and yet she fought the release, the sensations, like it was too much to let go and embrace the pleasure I provided.

“Let go, baby. Just let go and feel it.”

She reached out one hand and grasped Big Boy.

Fuck. Every muscle in my body clenched.

She stroked up and down, her gaze on me.

“I want you.” She rose up and leaned forward, her lips opened, and her tongue flicked out and over the head of my cock.

“Fuck, babe, fuck.”

She slipped me from her lips. “Please, Webber.”

I lay back on my bed and she turned her body. Her pussy over my mouth, she grasped my cock with both hands. Her lips slid around Big Boy. Down and up, down and up. I opened her legs over my face and grasped both her hips. The scent of her arousal nearly drove me over the edge. I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy.

She stopped sucking me. Her body frozen with pleasure. She released me from her lips. “Oh my God, Webber.”

Fuck yes. I speared my tongue in and out of her body and moved one hand to her clit and rolled my fingers over her. She panted and then finally clasped my cock again with her mouth. Sensory overload. My body was nearly paralyzed by pleasure. I moved my tongue to her slit. Her clit now between my lips, I rolled my tongue over her sensitive spot. Her mouth slid up and down.

There wasn’t much control left; I was nearly lost. I pulsed my fingers into her body and her muscles clasped around me.

“Webber, I’m going to come,” she panted.

The heat in my balls was impossible to contain, and the muscles in my back tightened as she took me all the way into her hot mouth, all the way to the base of my cock. Fuck! I couldn’t…I couldn’t hold on. My body bucked up, and in that moment her lips tightened around me and my tongue fondled her clit, sucking. Heat tore through my balls and up my shaft and out into her mouth. Her lips pulled hard and sucked, and damn, she pulled me deeper into her mouth.

Her body trembled and the heat consumed us both.

Ellen

Trembles tore through my body. I rolled off Webber and pressed my hands to my cheeks. Never. Oh my God, never had I felt that depth of pleasure. He turned his body and pulled me close, his arms a circle around me. He kissed my forehead.

“What the hell was that? Fucking amazing.”

Speechless. I couldn’t even form words. My entire body thrilled to his. Our bodies molded together like I was built for him. Both his arms closed around me. My face flamed. So intimate. This moment was more intimate than I’d ever been with a man.

He tilted my face up to his. No words. Webber was without words but instead had a deep sincerity in his gaze. His lips were on mine and that kiss, that one kiss, told me more than he could have ever said. That kiss eased away my anxiety, my tension, my fear over what Webber thought of me in this moment. Because he thought what I thought, he knew that this, what had happened between us, was fucking amazing, and he hadn’t ever experienced anything like it either.

His kiss was warm and my hand drifted to his hip.

Big Boy stirred.

I pulled away. “That’s a pretty amazing refractory period you’ve got there, Webber.”

“Babe, it’s you. That immediate response is all about you.”

He kissed me and his kiss was more insistent. I reached my hands between us and stroked Big Boy. Up and down and back up. Big Boy was hard.

“Babe, you’re killing me.” Webber pressed me onto my back and his kisses trailed down over my belly. Then his head was again between my thighs and he pressed his lips to my clit, a gentle kiss. Still hot, still ready, still wet, I weaved my hands through his hair and pulled him up and over my body.

“I want you now.” I thrust my hips up and my wet sex trailed along Big Boy.

“Babe, there is no way I’m saying no to that.” He rolled toward his nightstand and with one hand grabbed a condom out of the top drawer. With a crackle of foil, he opened the square and I took the wrapper and unrolled the condom over Big Boy.

He turned his body to me, his cock between us. Webber’s gaze caught with mine. He was above me, his cock at my entrance. Hot and hard and full of heat, he pressed forward, the head of him thick. I clasped his shoulders. I knew how this worked, I’d studied anatomy for years, and yet a tiny bit of fear coiled in my gut. With the tip of his cock in my body. I tightened around him. Webber stopped.

“Babe, you’re…” His eyes widened. “You’ve never done this before.”

I dug my nails into his ass. This wasn’t the time for him to stop. I tilted my hips and pressed up, taking more of Big Boy inside me.

“Babe…” Webber’s mouth dropped open and his breath was shallow. “Babe—”

Again I raised my body, wanting him, wanting this.

“I want you, Webber. Please. I want you.”

His body took over, and with a slow, steady push, he was in me, my body accepting every hard inch of him.

Heat seared my flesh. Webber’s gaze locked with mine. “Ellen, babe, are you okay?” He stroked back out, his gaze filled with hunger, want, need, and yet softness too. I nodded.

“Ellen, babe, babe…”

His words trailed away and he placed a featherlight kiss to the tip of my nose. My hips pushed. Tendrils of pain disappeared and left the searing edge of pleasure, the need for more. He stroked in and then out a hard, slow motion. I wanted him to thrust harder, faster. I wanted more.

“Faster,” I gasped and clenched his ass. “Harder.”

Webber’s eyes darkened. “Whatever you need, Ellen. Whatever you want.” He pulled back and thrust forward, a hard deep thrust, and my entire body turned to hot, liquid fire.

I clasped my arms around him. He pulled back slow and steady, and a whimper escaped my lips. The want, the desire, the need for Webber to be in me was so complete, so overwhelming.

He thrust hard and fast into me. My legs came up and clasped his body. I danced on the precipice of an immense pleasure, ready to tumble over the edge. My body tightened, my pussy clenching around his strength, his maleness. His lips pressed to my neck. A long slow pull from my body. He was over me and his finger stroked my clit, the pleasure like stars sparkling over my skin.

“Webber, I’m going to come. Oh my God, I’m going to come.”

With a sudden burst, he thrust deep into my body. My arms, my legs, everything tightened around him. My hips tilted to meet his every stroke, the world dropping away in a wave of pleasure. His body tightened and held above me, just at the edge, and we fell together.

Ellen

“I wish you would have told me.”

“What’s to tell? I study all the time.”

Webber’s gaze locked with mine. His eyes held questions that I didn’t want to answer. Why him? Why now? Why not before with someone else?

I shifted my head on the pillow. His look was too intense. Did I even have the answers to Webber’s questions?

“I’ve spent most my life in a library or buried in a book.” I looked back into those blue eyes. “I never wanted anyone like this before.”

Heat flamed my cheeks. Emotional vulnerability wasn’t something I was good at, nor did I really want to start tonight. I pushed my palms into the mattress to get out of Webber’s bed.

“Hey.” Webber tightened his arm around me. “No way, chica. No can do. You don’t get to run away when I ask you a question. Nope. No likey.”

I smiled. How could I remain irritated with a guy who always made me laugh?

“Really, Ellen, can’t spring that on a guy and expect him not to ask, right? I mean, you are one smokin’ hot mama. Definitely not what I’d expected.”

I settled in beside Webber and turned to him. “Okay, here’s the thing. My life has been dedicated to one goal, becoming a surgeon.” I glanced up through my eyelashes at him.

“Comprende,” Webber said and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“So I never dated enough or got serious enough with anyone to…you know, want to be this intimate.”

“High school? College?”

I shook my head. “Nope. No boys, just books.”

“Got it.” His lips now pressed to the tip of my nose. “Gotta say, babe, it’s every man’s fantasy. You know that, right?”

“Come on, Webber.”

“No, really. Like being the first guy on the moon. No one forgets Armstrong’s name, but the second guy? Do you remember the second guy’s name?”

I shook my head.

“Me neither.”

A smile split my face. Webber. Damn, he said all the things most people were simply too embarrassed to say, but he said them with such honesty and with no meanness behind the words. You couldn’t help but love his directness. I loved that about him. Just absolutely loved Webber.

Loved Webber?

My heart stutter-stepped. No, no, no, no.

He tightened his arm around me and pulled me closer.

“Babe, I don’t want to be your one-night wonder. Okay? I want—”

“Webber, I can’t do the girlfriend-boyfriend thing right now. I can’t—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, babe. No worries okay?” He looked into my eyes. “I’m not asking you and Drummond to move in to Casa de Connor, okay? I’m just saying that you, me, this means more to me than just one night. I don’t want just one night with you. I want more.”

My heart thumped. Heat coiled in my belly, but fear trailed a thin line through my core. What did more mean? Could I do more? Did I want more with Webber, with anyone? Wasn’t more what Mama had given Daddy her whole life?

In Webber’s eyes there was an honesty and a sincerity. He wouldn’t lie to me. He wouldn’t pretend to want something if he didn’t. Somehow I knew I could trust him.

“Okay,” I said softly.

“So you’ll stay here tonight. No late-night scurrying across town with your undies in your purse, okay?”

“I need to be at the hospital early tomorrow morning.”

“No worries, babe. So do I.”

“What? Why do you need to be at the hospital?”

“You know that pretty lady in the pictures on the wall? The one with the dorky-looking kid sitting on her lap?”

“You weren’t dorky-looking.”

“I must be really good in the sack if you don’t think I was a goofy-looking little kid, because my mom, before she lost her marbles, even she thought I looked goofy.”

I pressed my lips to Webber’s nose. “I think you were cute.” A soft smile from Webber greeted my words. “What’s up with your mom?”

“Socked her caregiver in the jaw. Helluva a left hook that mom of mine. They needed to stabilize her, and there are tests and decisions.” Webber pulled at his hair. The look of worry didn’t fit his features. Webber was usually cool, even in the midst of a crisis, but right now, this moment, he looked like a little boy who, well, was going to have to figure out how to take care of his mom.

I touched his cheek. “Webber, I’m sorry.”

“So am I, babe. Don’t want to put her in one of those homes where you just simmer until your brain is soup. Not where I want Mom to go. But if she’s taking out caregivers like she’s Ronda Rousey, I don’t know what else to do.”

I pressed my lips to Webber’s. “She’s lucky to have you as a son. You know I’ll help any way that I can, right Webber? You know that?”