Always For You (Always Love Book 1) (22 page)

I shook my head. All capacity for speech had fled at the sight of her molten eyes.

“I like . . . to lick it all off first.” She teased my jawline with her tongue. “I like to lick it completely off, and then I go for the cake.”

“Ah. You’re killing me.” I groaned. “Not going to stop you. I promise.” I slipped my hands further under her backside so that my fingers skimmed the hard seam at the center of her jeans. Growling in frustration, because I couldn’t feel her the way I wanted, I brought my lips to her ear, sucking the lobe into my mouth and tugging it lightly between my teeth. “Reen, I want to touch you. I want to get these fucking clothes off you. Bedroom?”

She nodded, her eyes closed and head back. “Oh, yeah. Please.”

Holding her close still, I stumbled down the hall, not bothering with the light. The door was open—
thank you for small favors
—and I went straight for that wonderful king-sized bed. Bending from the waist, I lay Maureen flat on the mattress.

She started to sit up, but I used one hand to hold her down. “Let me. God, I’ve been imagining this for so long. Let me have this.”

She relaxed her body, but her legs were still tight around me. I lifted one foot and eased off her boot, massaging her instep.

She protested, trying to pull her foot away. “My feet are all sweaty and gross. I’ve been in those boots all day.”

I laughed softly, drew off the sock and pressed my thumb back into her soft skin. And then I raised it up and kissed the top of her foot. “There’s not any part of you that’s gross, Reen. Every single inch of you is perfect.”

She released the breath she’d been holding and closed her eyes. “Do me a favor. If I’m dreaming right now, please don’t wake me up.”

Chuckling again, I reached for her other foot and repeated my ministrations. “If you’re dreaming, then so am I. But we’re not, baby. This is reality.” I let go of her feet so that her legs dropped, her knees bent over the edge of the mattress. Reaching for the button on her jeans, I flicked it open and drew down the zipper before I began pulling off the pants. “Lift up, Reen, just a little. That’s it.”

I got her jeans down to mid-thigh, and then I forgot how to breathe. Under her very practical, work-a-day jeans, Maureen was rocking some sexy, silky, leopard-print bikinis, just a tiny slip of soft material that made me want to rip them off and pound into her.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me, probably wondering why I’d come to a screeching halt in my mission to get her naked. “Are you okay?” Her voice was husky whisper, and it went straight to my cock.

“I’m so far past okay that I’m not sure there’s a word that covers it. Look at you.” I trailed a finger along the delicate strip of lace along the top of the underwear. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect.” I leaned over, resting my hands on either side of her body on the bed, my lower half still between her spread legs.

I pushed the cotton of her T-shirt up to reveal her lower stomach, and that was where my mouth touched her, in the narrow slice of skin between her rutched up shirt and the top edge of her underwear. I felt her tense and ignored it as I kissed over her tanned skin, coming closer ever minute to where I wanted to be.

When I skimmed one finger under the lace, Maureen hissed in a breath, her hands flying to my head. “Smith . . . no . . . you don’t have to . . . I’m not . . .”

I turned my head so that my mouth pressed into her palm. “I know I don’t have to. God, Maureen, I want to do this. I want to taste you.” Uncontrolled desire surged within me. “I want to suck you into my mouth and feel you come apart under my tongue. I want you to watch me with my head between your legs.”

Without waiting for her to give assent, I dropped my mouth to cover her, feeling how wet she was even under the silky cloth. I gave her one long, preliminary lick. Her hips canted up, arching toward me as she moaned something unintelligible.

Having my mouth on her, feeling the heat of her center, was incredible. But I wanted more. I dropped back and tugged her jeans the rest of the way down, kicking them aside when they hit the floor. And then I got rid of the sexy silky underwear. It was fucking hot that she had them on under her jeans, but now they needed to be gone and out of my way.

I knelt between her legs, lifting her feet to the edge of the bed and gently forcing her knees to drop to the sides, spreading her wide open before me. Before she could protest again, I slid my tongue over her slickness, then found the small knob of nerves that made her raise up and press harder against me. I traced my tongue over her, learning fast what made her shiver, what made her gasp, and what made her moan my name.

Her breath was coming in fast pants. I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and her hands were twisting the cotton of her bedspread.

“Reenie.” I spoke softly, knowing my breath was teasing her pulsing, needy flesh. “Reen, lift up your head and look at me. Watch me while I make you come. I want to see your eyes when you fall apart.”

I saw the movement of her throat as she swallowed hard, but she did as I asked, raising her upper body, leaning on her elbows, her eyes on me.

I smiled, holding her gaze as I brought my mouth back down, this time easing my finger inside her as I licked and sucked.

She gasped again, and I saw her fight the urge to close to her eyes. But she stuck with me, her lips falling slightly apart.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby, and so wet. You have no idea, Reen, how amazing this feels.” I drew her clit between my lips and pumped my finger harder, faster. “Are you close, baby? Are you about to come?”

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes.” She chanted, biting her lip. “Oh, God, yes.”

“Stay with me. Stay, Reen. Come for me. Come against my mouth. Let me see you fucking fall apart.”

As if my words sent her over the edge, Maureen arched, her thighs forming a vise around my head, fingers digging into the bed as she held her breath, her body spasming. I stayed with her, murmuring and kissing and stroking until she’d collapsed back onto the mattress.

I crawled up her still-trembling body, raining kisses as I pushed clothes out of my way, lifting her shirt gently over her head. I touched my lips to the tops of her breasts where they spilled out of her bra, and she moaned again.

“You’re so beautiful, Maureen.” I ran two fingers under the cup, finding her nipple stiff and pebbled. Nudging the material of the bra out of the way, I drew the rosy peak into my mouth, sucking gently.

“God, Smith. I . . . oh, God, that feels so good.” She threaded her fingers through my hair. “I’m not sure I’m capable of feeling anything else right now, but yeah . . .” She hummed a little in appreciation when I worried the nipple softly between my teeth. “Maybe . . .” Her hands slid under my T-shirt. “Um, Smith, why do you still have all your clothes on?”

I rolled to the side, sat up and reached behind me to pull the shirt off over my head. “Priorities, Reen. My priorities were getting my mouth on you. Making you come. Plenty of time for clothes to come off now.” I tossed the shirt to the side, where it landed on top of her jeans, before I stood, toed off my shoes and shed my jeans.

Maureen pushed up onto her elbows again, watching me. “Lose the boxers. I want to see you.”

I smirked. “Demanding, are we?” I brought my fingers to the waistband of the underwear. “Want to see what’s underneath? Or are you just disappointed that I’m not wearing a pair from my specialty collection?”

She let her eyes drift partly closed as she smiled. “I don’t care how special they are. I want to see what’s beneath. And I want to touch. And I want to taste.” One side of her mouth quirked up. “Take them off, Smith.”

As if I could do anything else.

I lowered the boxers and kicked them away, my eyes on Maureen’s face as she watched me. Her huge brown eyes widened, her mouth parted a little and the very tip of her tongue came out to lick her lips. The expression of appreciation and want almost drove me to pounce on her and take her without any other preliminaries.

She lifted her gaze to my face. “Come here.” It was the merest whisper, but it was one I couldn’t disobey. I crawled onto the bed as Maureen scooted herself back until her head reached the pillows. Following, I braced my hands on either side of her head, hovering over her.

“Hi.” I dipped my mouth down to take hers again, kissing her thoroughly, licking at her tongue.

Her eyes, wide open and wondering, met mine. “Hi.” She whispered the word, sounding suddenly unsure, but her hands seemed to have different ideas. They wandered over my back, tracing the ridges and planes, venturing now and then down to my ass, where she squeezed. I wasn’t complaining. Not at all.

And when one of those curious hands slipped between us, traveling down to touch my cock . . . oh, yeah. No complaints. Zero.

“Am I doing this right?” Her fingers closed over me, exploring, circling the head.

“If it were any more right, I’d be in a bad way.” I sucked in a breath. “Your hands on me—they feel incredible.”

She smiled, and then I saw the look of concentration in her eyes as she cupped me, getting familiar with the most intimate—and most aroused—part of my body. I rolled onto my side a little to give her better access, and she pushed me flat onto my back, sitting up and straddling me.

“Finally got me right where you want me?” I reached up to sift her hair through my fingers.

“Maybe.” She slithered down me, kissing and licking as promised. When her mouth moved just below my navel, I caught her shoulders.

“Maureen. If you put your mouth on me . . . I’m not going to be able to last long.”

She pouted a little, those luscious lips puffing out. “Not at all?”

“Uh . . .” I groaned. “You want to test my control, is that it?”

Her lips curved against my skin. “Not test. Just . . . play.” And without any further ado, her tongue was licking up my length and then all of me was inside the wet hot heaven that was her mouth. She moved up and down a little, but when her tongue touched the very tip of the head, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Reenie, baby. I need a minute.”

She sat up, watching me with uncertainty on her face. “Are you okay?”

I laughed a little. “Really, really okay.” I drew her to me, holding her and kissing her lips again. “But you’ve got me to the point of . . . I want to be with you. Inside you.” I settled her over me, straddling my lap again, and stroked her back. “Reen, do you have a condom? I have some upstairs, but I’m not sure I can make it that far.”

Her face went red. “I . . . actually, I do.” She ducked her head. “Ali gave me a box when I moved in here. They’re in the nightstand.”

I lifted my eyes to the ceiling. “God bless Ali.” I reached to the drawer, moving aside a box of tissues and cough drops until I found what I needed and pulled one out. Ripping the packet, I rolled the rubber over me, feeling Maureen’s watchful gaze on me the whole time.

I laid back against the pillows. “Why do you still have your bra on?” I flicked the front opening with two fingers, freeing her breasts as she wriggled the straps down her arms and away. “That’s better.” I crunched up, capturing one nipple in my mouth while my hands cupped her other boob, my fingers pinching the pink tip. She arched toward me, her hands holding my head.

“Smith, I need you. Now. Please.” She touched my cock where it rose between us.

“Take me. Now. Please.” I framed her hips with my two hands and raised her up, holding my dick in one hand, teasing her wet folds with the head until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I lined myself up to her tight entrance and thrust upward.

Maureen sank down over me, taking me inch by tortured inch, biting one side of her lip in concentration, until she was completely seated on me and I was so deep in her that I couldn’t tell which pulse was hers and which was mine.

“This feels . . .” She blew out a slow breath. “Unbelievable. I never thought . . .”

I urged her to lean forward and took her nipple in my mouth again. “Being inside you is the best thing I’ve ever felt. I’ve never wanted something more, and I’ve never been this close to anyone . . . ever.” I moved just a little, circling my hips, rewarded when Maureen moaned and ground down.

I thrust up again, at the same moment that Reenie slammed back down, and then we found a rhythm that threatened to drive us both crazy. I felt everything in my body tighten, preparing to push me over the precipice, but I wanted—needed—Maureen to be with me in this moment.

Bringing my hand between us, I pressed my thumb to the spot just above where we were joined, knowing I’d found the right place when her mouth fell open and her hips jerked. Her inner channels clenched over me, carrying me with her into a chasm of pure pleasure. I was pretty sure I shouted her name, clutching her to me as close as I could.

Maureen fell onto me, her face buried in the space between my neck and my shoulder. I smoothed back her hair, lifting it away from her damp skin as I let my own breath regulate.

“That was the most incredible, amazing, wonderful . . .” I kissed what parts of her face I could reach before I carefully lifted her off me. “Let me clean up. I’ll be right back.”

I took care of the condom and came back to the bed. Maureen had pulled back the covers and slipped beneath, and I joined her, pulling her warm body back against mine, kissing her neck and wrapping my arms around her middle.

“Reen, I can’t tell you—” I didn’t have the words. I’d been wanting this for long, waiting for this for so long, that there was no way to make her understand what it meant.

Her voice was muffled against the pillow. “Hmmm.” She sounded drowsy, already half-asleep, and I sighed, settling back down.

Talking could wait for tomorrow. Tonight, touch and pleasure had been enough, and in the morning, we’d figure everything out. I’d tell her, this time in words she couldn’t misinterpret or misunderstand, how long I’d been in love with her. How much I wanted a future with her. That I dreamed of a life we shared.

My eyes drifted shut, and I slid into a satisfied sleep.

Tomorrow, we’d talk.