Loving True (39 page)

With his lips pressed firmly against hers,
Hayward
eased her back down on the bed. He relished her mouth slowly taking control of his by nipping and pulling at his bottom lip. It was almost enough to make him forget he was to take the role
of
 
seducer
tonight. Reaching to the side, he took a peach out of the bowl and slid the wet juicy fruit down her neck stopping at the top of her breasts.

Tearing her lips away from his True panted, “What in the world are you doing? I’m going to be all sticky.”

He laid two peach soaked fingers against her lips. “
Ssh
, I’m trying to win a challenge here.” Focusing back on his task, he brushed her nipples with the juicy fruit watching them hardened into two perfect brown pebbles, waiting for his mouth.

Grabbing the sheets, True head flung back on the pillow and a soft purr poured from the back of her throat as her body twisted under his. “You aren’t playing fair.” She moaned as she gasped for breath.

“Why would you say that?”
Hayward
continued his assault, teasing her body with light touches from the peaches along her smooth warm brown body.

“You knew I wouldn’t agree to this if you told me beforehand,” she panted.

Smiling he flung the first peach into the trashcan by the bed and quickly removed
True’s
underwear, adding them with her
nightie
on the floor. Sliding his hands between her thighs, he pushed them apart and inhaled the natural scent from her body. Mingled with the peaches already in the room his erection throbbed to life in his pants.

“I told you that I would make you love peaches and that’s what I’m doing.” He whispered rubbing his soaked fingers between her thighs.
Hayward
brushed them against them against the treasure hidden there.

“Please.” She begged brushing her fingers over his fingers.

“Please…What Kitten?”
Hayward
asked. He removed his hand and reached from another peach in the bowl. “I’ve a whole bowl of peaches here and I’m not finished with you yet.”

True’s
eyes grew so dark that the almost looked black. “I’ll get you back for this torture.”

“Torture?
How am I torturing you,
Kitten.
” He asked as he rubbed the peach over her taut stomach.
Hayward
felt a sense of masculine pride when her body jerked under his light touch. Never in his past had he envisioned himself doing this with another woman. Only
True
truly inspired him.

The peach juice slipped between his fingers over his knuckles, landing in small circular drops above and below
True’s
cute navel. Flinging the fruit into the trash, he lapped up the sweet liquid, sucking a section of her a piece at a time. He reveled in the warm and delicious the peach
tasted
 
coming
from
True’s
body. Her natural warmth fused with the juices making them more intoxicating to his weakened senses.

“True, do you know how much I want to make love to you?”
Hayward
growled as he moved his hands down her thighs.

 
Returning to the pulse below her ear,
Hayward
licked and nibbled until
True
squirmed at his side.
 
She completely kicked the covers on the floor. Inch by inch his tongue brushed down the dark warm chocolate beneath him.

The sight of her raised nipples drew his attention away from the delicious natural scent mingled with peaches that favored her skin. Blowing a breath over her swollen nipple,
Hayward
smirked when True raised her hips off the bed. He laid his hand on her stomach to keep her still before drawing the hard peak into his mouth.
 
Teasingly he moved his mouth back and forth between her breasts until a thin line of perspiration covered her body.

“God, I can’t take much more of this.” True groaned; twisting her legs around on the bed.

He knew what she wanted without even speaking the words.
Hayward
eased one of his hair covered thighs between
True’s
silky ones. His hand reached down and caressed the skin of her thigh. Satin that was always the word that jumped into his mind when he touched her. He didn’t think any thing else felt better than True.

“My love, I’m not nearly finished with you.” His tongue dipped into her navel licking out all the peach juice that had settled there. He slipped his long leg further between her legs brushing his knees against her wet heat. True practically soaked his leg with her essence when she rubbed her lower body slowly up and down his knee.

Hayward
quickly got up from the bed and shed his clothes. He didn’t know how well his plan to tease True compared to how her luscious curves tested his resolve.
 
He dropped his eyes back down to the bed. True was in of its centre with the sheets twisted around her body. Her shapely naked body taunted him. She laid there panting, her swollen breasts jerking under the heavy breathing that expelled from her moist mouth.

Dropping back down with one knee back to the bed, he dragged her wrists above her head and held them there with one of his hands. The action made
True’s
nipples point straight up, making his mouth water for another taste.

“You are the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen.” He praised as he explored her body with his free hand.

Rich brown eyes clouding with passion watched him. “I give…I call uncle…I’ll throw in the towel, but please stop teasing me. I’m about ready to explore and you’re cool as ice.” True cried pulling at her wrists. “What do I have to do for us to make love?”

“Have I made you love peaches?” He murmured, licking some peach juice off her left breast just above the nipple.

“Yes” True moaned.

He brought his other leg up on the bed, easing both of the between her thighs.
Hayward
pushed them apart as far as they could go and then slid up until the tip of his erection brushed her glistening center. Instinctively, her body arched toward his, ensuring that they shared in their desire.
 
He loosened his grip on her wrists and ran his thumb over the light pulse in her wrists.

Passion pounded through his blood, while he slipped his hardness inside her body.
Hayward
grounded his teeth together to keep from screaming at the top of his lungs as
True’s
body readily accepted his. He felt as though he was always coming home, whenever they made love.

Placing his hands on either side of her head, he began a steady tempo of loving the gorgeous woman beneath him. He was always telling her how much she meant to him. Now, he was using his body to show her.
Hayward
got lost in the ecstasy he felt whilst being inside her beautiful body. When they were clothed, True was his equal in every form of the word, but when they were skin to skin, they became one. He didn’t know where she began and where he ended.

“Kitten, I love you so much.” He murmured into her ear, as tiny pin like sensations spread through his body.

True trailed her fingers up and down his back meeting him thrust for thrust. “I love you too, handsome.”
 
She panted into his shoulder.

Together they found the tempo that their bodies remembered so well. Their bodies were exquisitely harmonious while they tried to reach that peak of ecstasy that they both craved.
Hayward
felt
True
as she clenched his body and exploded first. Pleased that she experience utter bliss, he let his body succumb to the higher levels of gratification that only True could give him.

After his mind-blowing orgasm,
Hayward
snatched the sheet off the floor and covered their naked bodies. Tired from his own game of sexual pleasure, he let his body melt against
True’s
and gloried in the fact that she filled up his world.

“God… I love peaches so much now.” True purred as she fell to sleep next to him.

Kissing her on the forehead he held he close to his heart, “I think I won the bet,” he mumbled to her sleeping form. Smirking, he started to fall to sleep when his breath caught in his lungs. Opening his eyes,
Hayward
stared off into the distance at the reality of the situation hit him right between the eyes. He didn’t use a condom. What in the hell was he going to do?
 
God, he wanted children with True, but did she want any with him? Hopefully, it wasn’t the right time for her to get pregnant and they could discuss having babies.
 

Chapter Thirty

The next day True stood in front of the bathroom mirror tugging the white turtleneck sweater over the hickeys on her neck. This was her first time she had experienced having a hickey on her neck not counting the two
Hayward
put on her left breast. She didn’t have a light complexion, so
Hayward
had to work to make those stand out on her body.
 
A smile curved her full lips as he lived up to the challenge. She now loved peaches. She added a few more hairpins in her hair to keep it on the top of her head. Checking her reflection one last time making sure none of the last night’s sinfulness showed, True went downstairs.

* * * *

Typing an email to
Clinton
,
Hayward
told him to finish the additional work Daniel Shaw wanted done for his firm. The sooner he broke his ties with Daniel Shaw the better. The dance he had with True still was a sore spot with him. As her name crossed his mind, his vision of loveliness came into view.

“Good Morning,
Hayward
.”

His eyes looked raked over the sweater that covered True.
 
It even looked better up close than it did at a distance. “Good Morning, Peaches.”

Planted her hands firmly on her hips, she muttered. “Don’t you even start with me? Do you know how long it took me to wash all that peach juice off my body? How dare you leave all those hickeys on my chest and neck?”

She tugged at the sweater around her neck. “This was the only thing I could wear in my closet that would cover up those things.”

“Hey, in high school girls would fight over who would get a hickey from me.”
Hayward
complained. How dare she insult his masterpieces?
 

Walking over to him True braced her hands on the arms of his chair pressing their noses together. “Keep the hickeys to yourself mister.”

Massaging the part of
True’s
skin not covered by the white sweater, he whispered. “Kitten, you have silky smooth skin. ‘I love touching you.”

“T
hank
you.” True answered; moving out of his reach. “What are you doing?” She asked as she sat on the edge of his seat.

“I’m typing a letter to
Clinton
to see if he would finish up the Daniel Shaw account for us.”

“Why are you doing that?” True asked. “Isn’t that account mine to work on?” Fire sparked in her eyes; turning them into two burning coals.

Wiping his hands down his face,
Hayward
mumbled, “I know you would do an amazing job, but Clint is use to dealing with Daniel more than you. I thought instead you maybe might want to help me organize all the financial statements for the end of the year.”

“You know dealing with figures isn’t my strong point.” True sighed “Why don’t you let
Clinton
deal with all the statements he’s unbelievable when it comes to numbers.”

Hayward
didn’t want to push the subject so he let it alone. “Sure, sounds like a good idea to me.” He agreed as he deleted the email from the computer screen.

“Great, can I have the Hartman and Shaw folder so I can get to work.” True held out her hand. He handed the green folder over to her.

“T
hank
you.” She smiled. True walked over to her desk. After taking a seat, immediately she spread all the papers out.
 
Picking out a pencil True read over the documents making notes in the margins. Once she had read the paperwork, she switched on her computer and typed out a letter to Hartman and Shaw.
 
Printing out a copy she walked back over to
Hayward
’s desk, “Look over this to make sure it is what you wanted to say.”

Taking the paper from her hand,
Hayward
quickly scanned the two-page letter. “This is exactly what I need to tell them. T
hank
you so much for typing it out.” He slipped the letter into a colored manila folder.

Noticing the four different colored file folder on his desk True asked
Hayward
about them. She knew he was very organized and wondered what he was using the color code system for.
 
“Why do you have four different color file folders?”

“Each folder has a certain meaning.”
Hayward
replied pointing to the folder spread out across his desktop.
 
Red is a rejection. Green is a new client. Yellow is on a waiting list for more information and lastly purple stands for investigation. Before we do business with anyone, we have their background checked out. This allows us not to get involved with anyone not on the up and up.”

“T
hank
s for telling me that but I better get back to work.”
 
True went back across the room and sat back down at her desk.

 
She worked steadily while
Hayward
pulled out a yellow folder and inserted new information that
Clinton
had sent over. He only needed a few more pieces then he could take these new customers off the waiting list.