It was only her sense of self-preservation that kept her from saying that.“I think the phone sex was pretty good too.”
He laughed, not even opening his eyes, “Well, hell, I’m not giving that up just because we’ve got this.”He looked at her then.“And what about the times I have to travel?I can take your sweet voice with me anywhere.”
That’s what she was afraid of.Now he would control everything.Because he was a man, and that’s what they all did, took control.
And she wanted him so badly, she wouldn’t have the strength to stop him.
15
Starving even as his body felt sated, he made them an omelet out of everything he found in the fridge, spinach, heirloom tomatoes, red peppers, mushrooms, and garnished with an avocado.Her kitchen was just the right size, with all the utensils and gadgets close at hand, even a double oven for cooking holiday meals.The dining area took up part of the living room, with a sofa in the middle separating the two halves.Sliding glass doors offered a view of rolling hills.Stained glass peacocks filled round portholes in the wall overlooking the living room, to be seen from down here as well as in her bedroom above, though he hadn’t noticed them when he was up there.He’d had other things on his mind.From the main level, one set of stairs led up to her bedroom, and another set led down to where her daughters’ rooms must be.
“You’ve got a lovely place here.”
Until today, he hadn’t realized an enclosed atrium stood just beyond her front door, thinking that door led directly into the foyer.But the atrium was charming.
“Thank you,” she said with a pleased smile.“It’s comfortable.More than enough for one, even when the girls visit.And may I say you’re an amazing cook?”
He grinned.“I’ve lived alone for twenty years.My mother used to come over and instead of making me dinner, like a normal, coddling mother would, she had me do all the work while she sat at the kitchen table and gave me instructions.”
“I think I like your mother.”
“She’d like you too.”
She looked down at her plate, and he knew he’d made her uncomfortable.But it was too late for her to shy away from the facts.They’d had a fabulous first date, and she’d made love to him with her mouth.
He went on telling her about his family.“My mom lives in a retirement community in Saratoga with her second husband.They have their own cottage, but there’s all the facilities they need if anything happens.”
“I hope they’re both in good health now.”
“They are.My dad’s in Florida and claims all the golfing keeps him healthy.What about your parents?”
“They’re both good, still back East.My dad and my stepmom, I mean.My mom lives in Michigan.With all of them being so far away, I don’t see them often enough.My husband and I moved out here almost right after we were married.”
He was getting a better picture now, putting together all the snippets she’d told him.Her husband had been a controlling asshole.He’d separated her from her family when she needed a mother most, when she started having children of her own.The guy might not have done it on purpose.But he’d taken her away from everything she knew.And he took sex on his terms.
As they washed the dishes, she was uncharacteristically quiet, at least different from the verbal woman she was on the phone.
“I saw that huge bathtub in your master bedroom.”He’d cleaned up in her en suite bathroom.“After a long day of hiking, I think we deserve a good soak.”
“But we both have work tomorrow.”She didn’t look at him.
He grinned anyway.“I promise you’ll get your beauty sleep.But I think we’ll both sleep so much better after a nice long bath.”He leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose.“Especially after I make you come multiple times,” he whispered.
He knew the sex would get her—he’d come, but she hadn’t yet—and this time he led her up the stairs.They lounged in a tub of bubbles up to their chins until the water turned lukewarm.She lay between his spread legs, her back to his chest, her head on his shoulder.He played idly with her beneath the water, his palms cupping her breasts, his fingers stroking her nipples, then trailing down between her legs.She shivered and writhed against him, bringing his cock to life, but he didn’t bring her over the edge, not yet.
Towel-drying her when they got out, he worked his way down her body, sucking her nipples, spreading her legs, putting his tongue to her heated core.If she’d wanted him to go home rather than climbing into her bed, she’d have to say the words.
He threw the covers all the way back on the bed, scattering the stuffed animals her daughters had given her.Picking her up in his arms, he laid her down in the center, then he made her come three times with his tongue, his lips, his fingers.She was pleasure-drugged when he bent back on his haunches and pulled her legs over his thighs, entering her to rock slowly just inside.
“Where’s your vibrator?”he asked.
She pointed to the bedside drawer, and he had to leave her long enough to get it.Then he flipped it on and handed it to her.“I know this is how you like it.You told me.And I want to watch you.”
He wanted to see her come hard.This was better than the first time.They could take it slow, just the way she liked it.
“Do it now,” he urged her.
She flipped on the vibrator, put the tip to her clit, and gasped the moment he entered her.“Oh my God, that’s so good.”
