Rope a dope, p.23
Rope a Dope, page 23
But that didn’t mean he had to let her go completely.
He took her by the hand and led her out onto the dance floor where they danced for several songs. Some fast, one slow, a group dance that involved a fedora. He met her eyes and they seemed to agree to leave the dance floor together. He grabbed them a couple of waters and he led her to a table where no one else was sitting for the moment.
Though that probably wouldn’t last.
He sat down and when she went to sit in the chair beside him, he caught her hand and tugged her into his lap.
She sat sideways and crossed her legs, causing the slit in her dress to open further and display one magnificent leg. He immediately rested his palm on her thigh and supported her back with his other arm.
“Are you having fun?” she asked, looping her arms around his neck.
“With you? Always.”
“I’m surprised the entire place didn’t catch on fire with your performance,” she said, tracing a line between his pecs and still open shirt.
“It was that hot?” he asked.
Her eyes connected with his and she arched an eyebrow. “Uh. Yeah.”
“Just trying to keep up with you,” he said around a chuckle.
She shook her head and leaned in closer. He inhaled the scent of her, intoxicated by her nearness. She pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth and then the center. He chased her with his own, his hand sliding higher on her leg.
Holy fuck this was happening.
She kissed a hypnotizing trail along his jaw and swirled her tongue on the skin below his earlobe. He closed his eyes, the sensation so intense.
“I’m not gonna lie, Angel. The way you’re kissing me, I can’t help but wonder what you look like without the dress.”
Her nose brushed the shell of his ear.
“Take me home and you can find out,” she said, voice low and smoky and full of intent.
His eyebrows twitched and his lips parted, trying to figure out how serious she was. Because if she was serious—
She pulled back just enough to catch his eyes just before brushing her lips against his again.
He gripped her bare leg with one hand while the other palmed the back of her head and held her to him. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth, felt her fingers grip his hair, tasted her meaning and swallowed the small moan that came out of her.
In one move he stood, still holding her, and gently set her on her feet while tearing his lips away from hers. He took a look around the reception hall to be sure no one was watching them.
Then he threaded his fingers through hers and headed for the side door.
TWENTY-ONE
*
ANIKA
As soon as they were in the car and he’d put it into gear, Steve reached for her knee. His hand encountered bare thigh and she nearly caught fire.
He steered out of the parking lot and hit her with his eyes for a moment.
“I’m going to stop and get condoms,” he said it like it was a statement but there was a hint of question in his tone. Letting her know she could change her mind during any part of this.
But she didn’t want to change her mind.
She just wanted him.
She angled her knees toward him and put her hand on top of his. “I just had my annual a couple weeks ago. I’m free of any STIs and I’m on birth control.” She sucked in a breath because what she’d just said was enormous. She’d never had sex without a condom before. Never even considered it.
Until now.
Steve’s hand on her leg flexed and he shot her a glance that was too hard to read in the dark interior.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he said.
“Same.”
It was quiet for a few minutes. He pulled into the parking lot of a drug store. The car came to a stop and he turned it off before facing her.
He took her hand in both of his and his blue eyes studied her in the florescent light of the pharmacy’s signage.
“I’m going to get condoms until I can get tested. I don’t want to put you at risk just in case. But I will go to the clinic tomorrow.” He lifted an eyebrow. “And if after tonight you decide that you don’t want to do it ever again with me, I will completely understand. I’ll cry,” he added. “But I’ll understand.”
She tried to hide her smile with her free hand.
What kind of a man denied the opportunity to have condom free sex?
Only the best kind.
Only Steve.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, reaching for the door handle.
“Get some electrolytes too,” she said. “You’re going to need them.”
He smiled crookedly at her before leaning forward and pressing a hard kiss to her mouth.
She waited in the car while he went inside. It didn’t take long for him to return with a couple of bags which he put in the back seat.
And then they were on their way again.
“I also got you some snacks,” he said, returning his hand to her leg, a little higher than last time.
She shifted, the heat of his hand sending hot spikes of electricity up her leg to her center. He slid his hand further upward and she closed her eyes. He was so close to where she needed it.
It had been a while since she’d been with a man sexually. But this was different.
She was very aware that this was Steve.
He was definitely the most attractive man she’d ever been with. But also, he was the strongest. Physically and emotionally.
All of that was doing a number on her heightened arousal.
His hand disappeared and her eyes flew open.
They were home.
He turned to face her. Something concerned and sad flickered though his expression before he caught her by the back of the head and kissed her deeply. He broke away just enough to rest his forehead on hers, eyes closed.
“You can tell me it wasn’t real,” he said, sounding pained. “You can tell me it was for the benefit of everyone else. That you got caught up in the moment and you didn’t mean to kiss me like that.”
One of her hands fumbled with the seatbelt while the other was reached into his open shirt to touch his warm skin.
He was giving her an out. Just like the day they were married.
But she didn’t want out.
She just wanted him. Specifically inside her.
“Steve,” she said, finally freeing herself of the seatbelt.
He pulled back and held her gaze. “Tell me why you kissed me,” he whispered. “It’s okay to say the truth. It’s me. You will always have me no matter what your answer is.”
She stared into those baby blue eyes that she’d grown so accustomed to over the months. The way they usually danced with mischief but now were vulnerable and hopeful.
“I kissed you because I needed to,” she confessed. “Because I want you. Because this is more than friendship and I didn’t know any other way to say it.”
His smile burned right through her chest and settled in her soul.
How could he be so happy to be with her? It didn’t make any sense.
She pressed a hurried kiss to his lips and then got out of the car. If they didn’t get into the house soon, she was just going to climb on top of him.
He followed her into the house. She took the bags from him and put them on the counter in the kitchen. She grabbed the sports drinks and started putting them in the fridge to get cold when she felt Steve behind her.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back. She let the door to the fridge close and leaned against him. His hands moved over her stomach and up her ribs, curving around the bottom of her breasts.
She turned in his arms, looping hers around his neck while his hands moved over her ass.
“I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long, I can’t believe this is happening,” he murmured against her neck, placing open mouth kisses there.
“Why didn’t you say anything? Or make a move?” she asked, aware that the same could be asked of her.
“I was trying to be respectful!”
Anika threw her head back and laughed, letting the excitement and anticipation bubble out of her unencumbered. When she righted herself, he was staring.
“You have the sexiest laugh,” he said.
“Maybe be a little less respectful,” she suggested.
His mouth tugged up on one side and the next thing she knew, he had a shoulder to her belly and she was being lifted off the ground.
She laughed and hung onto his puffy vest as he carried her up the stairs and down the hall to their bedroom.
Carefully, he set her on her feet and then removed his vest and shirt in one move.
His tightly packed muscle called out to be touched and she reached for him. She skated her fingers over his pecs, his abs, around his ribs, reveling in the hard and smooth of it all.
He cradled her face in his hands as he kissed her softly, but breathlessly, like he was trying to hold back.
She slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and let the silky fabric fall to her hips. She gave it a small push and it pooled on the floor at her feet.
Steve took a step back and a shuddering breath as he gazed at her standing before him in only a body chain and a white G-string.
“Get on the bed,” he told her, voice low.
She did, laying down in the center, one knee bent, and watched him remove his pants and shoes. His muscles bunched and moved with his actions and she couldn’t wait to feel them on her, under her, all around her.
He put a knee in the bed and came toward her, and as he did, she reached for him. Their mouths met and she moaned in sweet relief. Her hands traveled over his chest and shoulders, down his sides, around his backside, getting their fill yet still not getting enough.
His tongue in her mouth tasted and tormented, thrusted and slowed, pulling little whimpers and moans out of her. Noises she’d never made before.
Her legs shifted restlessly between them and one of his large hands smoothed over her belly, lower, dipped into her G-string, and he slipped a finger in between her folds.
Her hips nearly came off the bed and she broke their kiss with a gasp.
He smiled wickedly down at her.
“I remember you telling me something about being sensitive,” he said against her mouth.
She couldn’t reply because she was all high-strung arousal and sensation.
“I’m going to get you off first,” he said, his hand moving back up her belly. “Mostly so I can hear what it sounds like when you come.” He palmed a breast and massaged gently, the peak of her nipple grazing the center of his palm and she squirmed beneath him. “Because I really need to know what it sounds like when you come for me.”
She gasped a little whimper.
“Mmhm,” he encouraged.
He raked his teeth gently over the top of her breast. His hot tongue swirled over her nipple while his thumb brushed over the peak of the other one. He trailed soft kisses up her chest to her neck.
His hand traveled back down her belly, into her panties again, while his tongue swirled along the skin of her neck. He closed his hot lips around her nipple at the same time his fingers parted her folds.
The noise that came out of her was wanton and needy. It was a noise she’d never made.
He slid one finger into her slick entrance.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He added another.
She knew she was wet. She could feel it. She knew he could feel it. She hoped he knew it was only because of him. That this kind of arousal had never happened with another man. And she wanted to tell him that, but she couldn’t make words come out. Just pants and moans and notes of pleasure that he was wringing out of her from his tender yet precise attention.
He slid his fingers out and up to her little bundle of nerves, circled it, applied the barest hint of pressure, circled it again.
“Oh, fuck, baby” she panted.
“That’s my girl,” he praised. “Tell me if that’s working for you,” he said, watching her come apart.
Not only was it working, but it was also dismantling her cell by cell.
He slid two of his fingers inside her again and his thumb rubbed that little nub.
“Baby!”
Her hips bucked, and her back bowed as her voice cried out in gratitude and ecstasy. Electricity shot through her veins, as the initial explosion continued for longer than she expected because his hand was still there and still moving and not letting it end.
She rode his hand, any sort of control having abandoned her.
His tongue thrust into her mouth and he swallowed her cries. When it became too much, she patted his arm and he stopped moving his hand, but kept kissing her.
He kissed her until her heart rate came back down and then he moved his mouth to her jaw and down her neck.
Anika was boneless.
She melted into the bed, basking in the afterglow of one of the best orgasms she’d ever had.
Definitely the best she’d ever had with a partner.
Her senses slowly returned to her and she blinked up at Steve’s gorgeous face. His eyes took in her expression and he ran his thumb over her lower lip.
“Good?” he asked.
She smiled and nodded. “Amazing.”
His gaze traveled down her torso and he fingered the chain resting on her chest. “I like this.”
She raked her fingers through his hair and ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back. “I like you.”
His eyes cut back to hers and something warm and soft stole through her. A sense of belonging and acceptance like she’d never experienced.
“You’re always beautiful,” he said. “But you’re breathtaking when you come.”
A tiny electric shock ricocheted through her pelvis at his words.
In response, she grabbed his head and pulled him down to her mouth. He obliged, kissing her deep and slow and long until their breaths began to quicken and their bodies began to seek more.
He dipped his head and swirled his tongue again around one nipple and then the other, murmuring exaltations into her skin.
She wrapped one leg around his hip, applied pressure and rolled him onto his back.
He looked stunned but not upset. She straddled him, kissing his chest and his neck and his jaw before hooking his boxer briefs and pulling them down. His erection sprang free and her inner muscles clenched.
She got off the bed and removed her G-string.
Steve watched her through hooded eyes and ran his tongue along his lower lip. She opened the box of condoms and brought one with her as she got back on the bed.
“A little excited?” Steve asked.
Her eyes moved from him to his beautiful cock standing proud and back again. “Like I’m the only one.”
“Touché.”
She handed him the condom and while he opened the foil, she kissed his neck, his jaw, his chest.
He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever known.
And now he was all hers.
She ran her hands over every stretch of skin she could, kissing and licking and sucking in various places.
Steve rolled the condom on and took hold of her hips.
She didn’t need any coaxing. She straddled him, taking hold of his cock and lining it up with her entrance.
“Babe,” Steve said.
She paused and gave him her full attention.
“I haven’t had sex in a while,” he warned. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
She wasn’t worried about that. If it went fast, they’d just do it again.
She held his eyes as she slowly sank down on his straining erection.
He sucked in a breath and his jaw clenched.
Her inner walls shifted and spasmed, making room for his significant presence.
She raised up just a little and then slowly lowered herself all the way, until he was buried in her.
“Oh fuck,” he hissed.
She agreed.
Having him fully inside her was more exquisite than she could have imagined.
She leaned forward a bit, placed her hands on his shoulders and started to gyrate ever so slowly. She alternated between a grind and a thrust, the angle perfect for her clit.
Steve’s hands gripped her hips, slid up her ribs, back to her hips. “Fucking hell, Angel, you’re going to kill me.”
She leaned closer to his face, ran her tongue over his lower lip and he groaned. Her hair fell down around them and he gathered it in his hands, holding her face near his as she kept rocking.
It was slow, it was steady, and it was fucking amazing.
Their breaths turned into pants, their lips brushed in rhythm with the stimulation on her clit. His hips rose to meet her thrusts, increasing the pressure.
She could feel it building inside her and she started to whimper, knowing she was close.
“That’s it, Angel. Chase it.”
Her rhythm started to get sloppy as ecstasy took over. Steve picked up the pace, thrusting from below. Her muscles clamped down on him and she cried out. He kept the pace as wave after wave shook through her and then with a roar, he thrust up while holding her hips down, and he came. She felt his cock pulse inside her and it was just enough stimulation to send her into another orgasm. Not as large as the first one, but enough to cause a scene.
Her body trembled and her arms shook. She collapsed on top of him, breathing hard.
He wrapped his arms around her and smoothed her hair out of her face.
His heartbeat thundered in her ear and her pussy pulsed around his cock a few more times.
Sex had never been like this.
If it were, she’d have had a lot more of it.
His large, warm hands moved down her spine and over her ass and back again.
A soft, content hum came from deep within her and she smiled.
After another minute, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them onto their sides as he slid out of her. He kissed her deeply, holding her face in one hand, before getting out of the bed and heading into the bathroom.
Anika let herself lay there another minute, no thoughts, no worries, just existing in the euphoria they had created together.
