The Negotiator (27 page)

“Cally, you’re driving me insane. Please, touch me. Please.”

His raw need filled her with molten desire. He empowered her and the feeling gave her courage. She fit her hand around the solid, hard length of him. He groaned and she bent forward and hesitantly placed her mouth over the tip of his cock. Remembering how he’d swirled his tongue around her clit, she imitated his moves around the engorged head and then slid her tongue lower. He moaned again and her confidence soared.

With his shaft now slick, she moved her hand up and down, squeezing and releasing in a rhythmic motion. A few moments later, his hand stole down and covered hers, stilling its movement.

“No more,” he said hoarsely. “I’m not ready to let this be over.” Drawing her up gently, he pressed her against him, taking her mouth once again with his lips and as their tongues entwined, renewed stirrings of desire warmed her.

With a swift movement, he flipped her onto her back. He stared down at her, his face hard with need. “God, you’re so beautiful. I have to be inside you.”

Reaching across her, he fumbled for his wallet and pulled out a condom. Quickly sheathing his erection, he returned to his position between her legs. The tip of his cock pressed against her moist warmth. With a nudge of his thigh, she opened her legs wider and tried not to tense. This was Andy, not Stewart. Andy wouldn’t hurt her. Andy loved her.

Slowly, he eased inside her, inch by inch. His arms strained from the effort and his jaw clenched. Her muscles stretched to accommodate his unfamiliar proportions. She gasped.

His eyes immediately filled with concern. “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No,” she breathed. “You’re just so… It feels so different, like you’re filling every part of me.” She blushed and looked away.

Andy groaned. “God, woman you’re killing me.” He pushed a little harder and all of a sudden, the whole, hard length of him was buried deep inside her.

She gasped again and concentrated on the feeling of her inner walls enfolding him, his hardness filling her. Slowly, he moved against her until the desire he’d ignited earlier pulsed back to life. Reaching up, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and dragged him down to her so her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest. He continued to thrust inside her slowly, rhythmically. Delicious pressure began to build again until she was close to another orgasm.

As if sensing it, his movements picked up speed and his thrusts became longer and harder. She brought her legs up and tightened them around his hips, drawing him in even closer. As the first waves of her climax washed over her, her eyes flew wide open. She watched as Andy’s face, which had been tense with concentration, relaxed suddenly as he too shuddered and reached his fulfillment.

* * *

It was much later when Cally stretched and opened her eyes. Andy lay quietly beside her, watching her. He smiled, his eyes full of love.

“Tell me again how much you love me,” she whispered, still overjoyed by the feeling.

He gathered her close and squeezed her tight. “You’re the first and only woman I’ve ever loved. You’re it. End of story. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Her mouth fell open in disbelief. She stared at him, confusion warring with hope. “What are you saying? That you want to move in here for good? As in, you want to move into my life and my bed, and live happily ever after?”

He grinned. “Well, now that I’ve installed an air conditioner, you could always move into
my
bed.”

Happiness burst inside her. If Aunt Mary had been alive, she’d be smiling a mile wide. She would wink at Cally and tell her what a good-looking stud she’d managed to capture.

Andy smiled back at her. “So, what do you say?”

She frowned. “What do I
say
?”

“Yeah, what do you say? Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Her smile couldn’t get any wider. Although she’d be happy to have him in her life on any terms, deep down inside, she was a traditionalist at heart. She believed in marriage and everything that came with it and she couldn’t wait to become Andy’s wife.

“Yes! Oh Andy—yes!” Throwing her arms around him, she hugged him tight but then spying his frown, pulled back slightly. “What’s the matter? Not having second thoughts already, are you?”

He smiled. “Not on your life. I was just thinking about Jack and how he’ll take our news.”

She thought about her son and how well he’d adjusted to Andy and reached for his hand. “I think he’s going to be over the moon,” she whispered.

His lips met hers in a soft kiss that was full of love and contentment. When he pulled away at last, her breath came fast. His gaze swept over her naked form, pausing with great deliberation on the rosy tips of her nipples.

“What time does school get out?”

Cally giggled. “Three o’clock.”

“Three o’clock,” he muttered and dipped his head to her breast. His warm tongue snuck out and drew one of her nipples deep into his mouth. “Whatever will we do until then?”

* * *

“What do you have in here to eat? I’m starving
,
” Andy grinned as he continued opening and closing kitchen cupboards.

Fresh from another shower, Cally tightened the cord at the waist of her white terry bathrobe and padded barefoot across the linoleum floor. She reached for the box of Weet-Bix and pushed it toward him with a dry look. “There’s milk in the fridge.”

“Weet-Bix? That’s all you’re offering me for brunch? Haven’t you noticed I’m a growing boy? And after all the calories I burned off earlier this morning…”

She shrugged with studied nonchalance. “Take it or leave it.”

He came over to where she stood and stopped right in front of her. “You’re a hard woman. After all I did for you today.”

Images of their marathon morning of lovemaking filled her head. She blushed and averted her eyes. Cupping her face in his hands, he lifted her chin until she was looking at him. His thumb stroked her cheek, his eyes warm and loving. Gently, he pushed a strand of wet hair out of her eyes before bending his head to place a soft kiss on her lips.

“How was the shower?” he murmured and pulled her against him.

She looked up at him and smiled. “It was good. Thanks for letting me go first.”

He grinned cheekily. “After everything we’ve been through, it was the least I could do.”

“Oh, you’re impossible!” She brought her hands to her face in an effort to stem the heat. “Do we really have to
talk
about it? Why can’t we just…you know…
do
it?”

Andy burst out laughing and her face flamed hotter. Ducking her head, she tried to wriggle out of his arms, but he was having none of that.

“I thought you knew? Guys like
talking
about it almost as much as they like
doing
it.” Laughter glinted in his eyes. He shrugged. “It’s what we do.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Cally did her best not to smile. “Well it’s not what
I’m
comfortable doing.”

“Maybe we could work on that,” he murmured. He bent his head and tickled her ear with his tongue. “
Mm,
you taste so fresh and clean. I think I might have to take you back to bed and get you all dirty again.”

He nibbled on her neck. She tried to ignore the shivers of desire that coursed through her. He loosened the tie of her bathrobe and a warm hand stole inside to squeeze her naked breast. A long finger flicked over her nipple. It immediately hardened under his attention.

She sighed in surrender and relaxed in his arms, relishing the feelings he was quickly stirring up deep inside her. After their previous sessions, she was surprised either of them could conjure up the energy for another bout of lovemaking, but it seemed she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get enough.

“I think there might be bread in the cupboard. You might be able to make some toast,” she murmured as he worked his way across the top of her breasts, taking little nibbling bites of her skin between his teeth.

“
Mm,
what was that?” His lips closed over one of her nipples and drew it into his mouth.

She gasped. Desire shot through and settled in her core. “I…I said there was… There was toast. You said…ah… You said you were…hungry.”

“
Mm
, I’m hungry all right.” He lifted his head and held her eyes, his meaning clear as his gaze dropped to her breasts, watching them as they rose and fell with her erratic breathing. “In fact, I’d nearly say I’m
famished
.”

In one swift movement, he lifted her and sat her on the kitchen counter. She sucked in her breath. Her heart thudded in anticipation.

Spreading her robe wide, Andy feasted his eyes on her nakedness. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Warmth spread through her. She leaned forward and placed her hands on his hips, drawing him forward between her legs. He was naked but for cotton boxer shorts and his erection jutted defiantly against its soft fabric.

His arousal only served to fan the flames of her desire and she wriggled her bottom to the very edge of the counter so she could press herself against his hardness.

* * *

Andy bit back a groan, marveling at the woman before him. He could hardly believe she was the shy, almost virginal girl he’d made love to earlier that morning. Even after their third bout of lovemaking, she’d still blushed when he’d whispered words of love and passion in her ear.

But now, it was almost as if she’d decided to set her inhibitions aside and embrace whatever physical pleasures came her way. Her enthusiasm was an intoxicating aphrodisiac and his arousal became almost painful in its intensity.

Bending his head, he suckled one of her breasts, tugging on the erect nipple with his teeth. She moved against him, pressing closer, throwing her head back in abandonment. Moving his mouth to her other breast, he brought his hand around behind her bottom and pressed her even more tightly against his throbbing cock. He burned to bury himself in her wetness.

“Don’t move,” he growled, his voice hoarse with passion. Striding into his bedroom, he shucked off his boxers and sheathed himself with a condom. Seconds later, he returned to Cally’s side. He grasped her hips and lifted her until she was once again at the very edge of the counter.

It was just the right height, he thought in dazed satisfaction as he maneuvered himself between her open legs. With just the tip of his cock pressing against her warmth, he watched the desire build on her face. She squirmed against him.

“Andy, please…”

He smiled, enjoying the sweet torture. “Please what, Cally?”

She squirmed harder, trying to raise her hips so she could take more of him inside her. Her eyes were stormy pools of need.

“Please don’t stop.”

Moving his cock inside her another inch, he held tight to his control. Leaning down toward her, he skimmed his mouth over hers, tasting, sipping from her lips.

“Do you want me?” His tongue found the sensitive part behind her ear that he’d discovered earlier in the day. She gasped.

“Yes!”

“Yes what, Cally?” He pushed his cock in a little further.

“Yes, I want you! Please, Andy. I want all of you—now!”

The urgency in her voice and the tight, warm wetness surrounding him was more than he could take. Holding her hips tightly, he thrust hard into her. They both gasped from the impact.

Their eyes met and held. Her snug, moist heat surrounded him, sheathing him like a glove. His cock swelled inside her. If he didn’t slow things down, it would be all over in the next few minutes.

Pulling her legs around his hips, he lifted her bottom and held her still. Slowly, slowly he withdrew. She whimpered and clung to his shoulders, holding him close.

“
Shh
.” His eyes burned into hers. “You turn me on so much, I’m going to come if we don’t slow things down. I want to make sure you come first.”

She whimpered again and closed her eyes. He inched inside her again. Leaning forward, he flicked her hard nipples with his tongue—alternating from one to the other. His cock continued to slide in and out of her in long, slow thrusts.

Her legs tightened around him and her nails dug into his arms. Her breath came out in little pants. He increased the pressure and speed of his movements, watching her through eyes that were heavy with desire. Her face stilled and her body tensed. She gasped. Seconds later, waves of orgasm gripped her.

He gave her a few moments to catch her breath, his cock still rock-hard inside her. As she opened her eyes, she offered him a shaky smile, a pale blush staining her cheeks.

“Now, it’s your turn,” she whispered.

Tightening his hold on her hips, he thrust hard into her, once, twice. The third time he stiffened and closed his eyes and poured himself into her. Gathering her close, he stood there with his cock still inside her, savoring the final pulses.

Long moments later, he bent and kissed her lightly on the lips and then winked. “Wanna take another shower?”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Cally swiped at the perspiration on her brow and shifted to her other foot. It was nearly three o’clock. Any moment, the bell would go and Jack would be released from another day of school. It was Thursday and she’d enjoyed another precious day off with Andy. He was still on nightshift and they’d spent the morning together. The memories of it brought a smile to her face. After an early lunch, he’d reluctantly left her to return to his bed and rest before his night ahead.

Not wanting to rush things with Jack, they’d agreed to keep up the pretense of friends and sleep in separate rooms until Jack had a chance to get used to Andy being there. Gradually, they hoped to bring him around to the idea that she and Andy might get married. Until then, all they had were the stolen moments in the hours when they were both at home and Jack was in school.

She spotted him loping toward her, a smile on his face. The smile widened when he saw her. A moment later, he gave her an enthusiastic hug.

“How was your day, honey?” Cally slung her arm around his shoulders and strolled back to the car.

“Pretty good. I beat Thomas West in handball at lunch time. That was
sick
.”