The Man Every Woman Wants (11 page)

Finally, his head lifted from where it had dropped down on the bed just above her left shoulder.

‘Amazing,' he said with an almost surprised look on his face. ‘Was that as good for you as it was for me?'

What could she say? It was way too late to be coy with him.

‘It was wonderful,' she said truthfully.

He smiled. ‘Tired?'

She shook her head.

‘Great,' he said, and after giving her a brief peck on the lips he abruptly withdrew, his reverse action forcing her legs to unwrap from around his waist and drop back down onto the bed. ‘Have to go to the bathroom,' he said. ‘Don't go away, now.'

Laura could not help it—she laughed. Wild horses wouldn't have been able to drag her out of this bed. But as she lay there, waiting for Ryan to return, her infernal female mind did start worrying about how she might feel in the morning. Not ashamed, she decided with a surge of defiance; she wasn't doing anything to be ashamed of. Ryan had broken up with Erica, after all. There was nothing to be ashamed of in consenting sex between two free adults.

Nevertheless, she found herself reaching for some bedclothes so that she wouldn't be lying there spreadeagled and stark naked when he returned. Which was really quite hypocritical of her, Laura realised after she pulled the sheet up over her breasts. Because, in truth, she'd rather liked being naked in front of him. Had liked seeing the admiration in his eyes. But she kept the sheet up all the same. Maybe she needed him with her to be bold.

The sound of water running strongly in the bathroom soon brought a frown. Maybe he intended to have another shower. Hopefully, it would be a quick one. She didn't trust herself not to start regretting what she was doing if she was left alone for too long.

Unfortunately, time ticked away and still the taps ran.

So did her worrying thoughts. It actually wasn't how she would feel tomorrow morning that bothered her, Laura finally accepted, but the future in general. What would she do if Ryan wanted to extend their affair beyond this weekend? Hadn't he said that one night might not be enough? And, whilst she'd been both thrilled and flattered by his words, she wasn't sure
that to keep sleeping with him would be wise. She might not be in love with him at this stage, but how long would it be before her emotions did become involved? She really wasn't one of those women who would be content with nothing more from a man but his body.

At least, so she thought, until the running water suddenly stopped, the bathroom door was yanked open and that absolutely gorgeous male body walked back into the bedroom.

‘W
HAT'S
with the sheet all of a sudden?' Ryan demanded to know as he strode towards the bed. ‘I thought we'd got past that.' His hand reached out to grab the sheet out of her grasp, flinging it aside before bending to scoop her up into his arms.

Ooh, the feeling of being held naked against him; it was delicious. And so very exciting. Already she wanted him to make love to her again.

‘I've run us both a bath,' he said as he carried her into the bathroom. ‘Don't bother saying no. It's way too late for you to start being coy.'

She didn't say no—not to the bath. Or what he did to her once they were in the bath. She surrendered herself totally to his wishes, letting him wash her, caress her and position her this way and that so he had the easiest access to every erogenous zone she owned. His touch never seemed crude, yet he took liberties with her body which she'd never allowed before. And, whilst she was quickly desperate for another climax, she didn't come. A combination of his seeming to know when to stop doing whatever it was he was doing just in time, plus his telling her that if she held on until he was inside her again her pleasure would be greatly magnified.

So she held on, despite experiencing a level of frustration previously unknown to her. Constant caresses had extended her nipples to almost painful peaks, where even the slightest touch on them made her gasp. Her stomach was rock-hard
with tension, her thighs aching and her sex dying to be filled. Every time his fingers slipped inside her down there, her internal muscles would grasp them tightly whilst her swollen clitoris throbbed with need.

‘Ryan, please, I can't stand any more!' she cried at last when it all became too much to bear.

She was straddled across his thighs at the time, their bodies together like two spoons, Ryan's knowing hand rubbing a wet cake of soap back and forth across her burning nipples whilst his erection lay like an armed torpedo along the crease of her buttocks.

He could destroy me if he wanted to, Laura realised with real alarm. Make me ready and willing to do anything he wanted. She understood, suddenly, why that client of his had become obsessed with him. Ryan was the kind of lover who could easily obsess a woman.

Relief swamped Laura when he put aside the cake of soap and lifted her gently from the bath. She was so overcome with gratitude that tears pricked at her eyes. Only fear that he would stop making love to her altogether kept her emotions in check but it was a struggle, especially when he started drying her so sweetly and tenderly. Because by then she didn't want him being sweet and tender with her. All she wanted was for him to carry her back to bed and ravage her.

‘What a pity,' he said as he rubbed the ends of her hair dry, ‘That we only have that one condom left.'

She could not have agreed more, but couldn't bring herself to say anything so bold. Or so telling.

‘Do you like oral sex?' he added, his eyes holding hers.

Laura swallowed. ‘I…I can't say that I do.'

Brad hadn't been into anything but straight sex of the hard and fast kind. Mario, however, had been older and more experienced—or so she'd imagined at the time. He'd also been mad about blow jobs. She'd given him what he wanted because she'd loved him, and had thought he loved her; he'd said it often enough. But she'd never liked doing it.

‘Why's that?' Ryan said. ‘Most girls love it.'

‘Do they?'

‘The ones I've been with seemed to. Perhaps because I love doing it so much. Would you like me to try to change your mind?'

Laura finally realised he was talking about performing oral sex on her, not the other way around. Now this
was
alien territory for her. Brad had never ventured to suggest such a thing, neither had Mario. When she'd brought the subject up once, he'd said it was demeaning for a real man to do that. She'd believed him because she hadn't liked doing it herself. Now here was a real man claiming he loved it.

‘I can see I've sparked your curiosity on the subject,' Ryan said, smiling a smugly satisfied smile. ‘Come on, let's give it a whirl.'

‘A whirl' was the right word for it. Within seconds he had her back on the bed, his lips creating havoc within her as they traversed her body at the speed of light from her mouth to her breasts, her navel and finally the smooth mound of skin which lay perilously close to her agonisingly aroused sex. She grasped great clumps of sheets in each hand as he came closer and closer to that spot that was screaming for attention. And then he was there, not kissing her, but licking the swollen nub of flesh like a ravenous cat lapping a saucer of cream. Immediately, her back arched from the bed as her body raced blindly towards the edge of the abyss like some crazed lemming.

Immediately, he stopped, lifting his head so that their eyes could meet. Hers were wide whilst his seemed perversely calm.

‘Not so quick, Laura,' he told her. ‘It'll be better if you wait a while.'

‘But I don't want to wait!' she cried out in despair.

He laughed. ‘But I'm going to make you wait, my darling.'

‘I am not
your darling
,' she snapped, feeling angry with him, and even more fiercely frustrated than she had in the bath.

‘I thought you said you didn't like oral sex,' he went on,
propping himself up beside her and teasing her breasts mercilessly with wickedly knowing fingers.

‘I was referring to fellatio,' she bit out, trying not to groan. But it was hell, the way he now tugged at one of her nipples. Not roughly, she had to admit. But still…

‘Ah,' he said, the tugging changing to a slow, twisting motion. ‘Well, that is a different matter entirely. But I would imagine a girl of your intelligence would enjoy the sense of power that fellatio would give you. Wouldn't you like to see me squirm as I'm making you squirm at this moment? Wouldn't you like to make me lose control? Think of it as the ultimate triumph over me. Because I can promise you this, lovely Laura—I won't be as cool or as calm as I am at this moment. For those few mad moments, I will be totally yours. Now, isn't that an appealing thought?'

Laura stared up at him.
God, yes.
But it also presented her with a not so appealing thought.

‘Is that why you agreed to sleep with me tonight?' she threw at him. ‘To triumph over me?'

His fingers stilled on her breast, his eyes becoming thoughtful. ‘I have to confess that sleeping with you has given me great satisfaction. And great pleasure. But triumph? No, I can't say that was my train of thought, though you would present a tantalising challenge to any red-blooded man. From the moment you told me what you wanted, however, my main goal tonight has been to give you the kind of sexual pleasure which it's obvious you've never had. Clearly, the man who hurt you was a complete incompetent in the bedroom. I can only imagine he was very young and inexperienced himself.'

‘No,' she told him. ‘Mario wasn't young at all. Brad was, though.'

‘Who the hell is Brad?'

‘My first lover. He was a fellow law student who pretended to love me so that he could have free room and board. I found out the truth when I came home one day and found him in bed with someone else.'

‘Charming. And the dastardly Mario? Why did he pretend to love you?'

Laura was truly taken aback. ‘How do you know that's what he did?'

‘Didn't take a genius to figure that one out. All I need to know is why? No, don't tell me, I can guess—he was a client of yours, wasn't he? Right. He was on trial for something sticky and he wanted his defence lawyer to pull out all stops to get him off. Who better than a woman who loved him?'

Laura shook her head. ‘I think you
are
a genius.'

He smiled. ‘If you say so. So what was he on trial for?'

‘Tax evasion. If he'd lost, it would have cost him millions.'

‘But he didn't lose, did he? You won the case for him.'

Laura sighed. ‘Yes.'

‘And then he dropped you.'

‘Like a hot cake.' Looking back, she could see that Mario had been a sadist of the first order. He'd enjoyed telling her outside the court house that he'd used her. Enjoyed seeing her hurt and humiliated. At least Brad hadn't been that wicked. He'd looked quite guilty when she'd found him in bed with that girl. Guilt was something Mario would never feel. He was totally conscienceless.

Laura hadn't been at all sad when she'd heard last year that Mario had finally ended up in jail. As for Brad… She'd heard over the legal grapevine that he was considered unemployable as a lawyer after having been fired a couple of times for ‘questionable' behaviour. Leopards didn't change their spots, it seemed, something Laura would have to remember about the man she was currently in bed with.

‘It's no wonder you went into sexual hibernation,' Ryan said. ‘But their loss is my gain. I have to confess that I haven't had this much fun with a woman in years.'

‘Fun!' she exclaimed, not sure if she should feel flattered or flattened. Calling sex with her ‘fun' was hardly romantic. But then she didn't want him to romance her, did she?

Not really. But she didn't much like him calling what they
were doing ‘fun'. It seemed demeaning. ‘Sex for you is just a game, isn't it?' she threw at him.

‘Now, Laura, don't go getting all hoity-toity on me. I've just shown you that great sex does not have to have any connection with love. Not that being in love ever gave
you
great sex in the past,' he pointed out somewhat ruthlessly.

‘Sex, my sweet, can be indulged in strictly for pleasure, without the complications which emotional involvement inevitably brings. But I wouldn't say I think of sex as a game. More of a wonderfully satisfying pastime, one where the degree of pleasure involved improves with time and practice.

‘Let me assure you that over the years I have devoted much time and practice to perfecting my skills in the bedroom. Trust me when I say that there's so much more that I can show you, and do with you. As I said earlier, one night is not going to be enough. If you'll agree, I'd like to continue our affair when we go back to Sydney. After all, we've crossed the line now; we might as well take full advantage and thoroughly enjoy ourselves.'

Laura stared up at him. Dear heaven, but he was as good a seducer with words as he was with his body. Such thinking reminded her suddenly of Brad and Mario, who'd both had silver tongues. Looking back, she saw that they'd seduced her more with what they'd said than what they'd done. Why had she fallen for their lies about loving her so readily? she wondered now.
Why?
Because she'd
wanted
to be loved so very, very much. Because she'd been an emotionally needy little fool.

They hadn't even been good lovers. Just good liars.

At least Ryan was a good lover and, though persuasive, he wasn't a liar.

His head dipped to nuzzle at an earlobe, making her shiver uncontrollably.

‘Do you agree, lovely Laura?' he whispered in a low, incredibly sexy voice.

What else could she do but nod?

‘In that case,' he went on after reaching for their last condom, ‘I think we've done enough waiting for tonight.'

Laura thought the first time he'd made love to her had been incredible. But there was something even more magical the second time round. He took his time once he'd entered her, setting up a slow, sensual rhythm with his hips, his eyes holding hers. Her mouth fell open as the tension built and built, her breathing becoming fast and shallow. Yet there was no anxiety in her, only the warm, sweet pleasure of his flesh rocking back and forth within hers. At no point did she fear she might not come because she knew she would. And when she did he came too, their bodies in perfect physical harmony with each other.

Laura found the experience quite overwhelming. Sexually, they seemed made for each other. But as she clung to him, their bodies still pulsing as one, she realised that emotionally they were as different as chalk and cheese. Laura accepted that at this point in time all she wanted from Ryan was more great sex. But she suspected that if she kept up this level of physical intimacy for too long she would probably fall in love with him. For that was how she was made.

Life was very cruel, Laura decided ruefully, always to make her attracted to men who would never give her what she wanted.

But at least this time she knew the nature of the beast in advance. Ryan wasn't trying to fool her in any way, shape or form. All he was offering her was a strictly sexual relationship, without caring or commitment of any kind. And, whilst Laura still could not understand why he was so adverse to love and marriage, she had to accept that that was how he was made. There was no point in becoming upset over it. If she wanted to keep experiencing what she'd just experienced, she would have to accept him on his terms, without hoping for anything more.

Of course, it meant risking her heart again and her happiness. But it was impossible to walk away from what Ryan
was offering. Already she was addicted to the excitement he engendered in her, the wild pleasures he gave her, not to mention the fabulous orgasms which seemed to last for ever. Her body was still throbbing. And so was his.

She sighed a deliciously sensual sigh.

‘I'll be back in a moment, Laura,' he murmured at last before gently disengaging her arms and legs from his back and waist.

She groaned, her limbs going to jelly as they flopped back onto the bed. A languor had suddenly taken hold of her whole body. Her brain too. She didn't want to fall asleep, didn't want this night to end. But as soon as Ryan left the bed Laura rolled over onto her side and fell fast asleep.

 

Ryan smiled wryly when he returned to the bed and found Laura out like a light. So much for his erotic plans for the rest of the night.