Crash Into You (19 page)

              “Stand up.”             

             
Wordlessly she did as he said.   He kissed her lips again, and slid his warm hands slide under her shirt at her waist.   Oh heavens.  The sensation of being caressed left her aching for hot skin-on-skin contact.   He lifted her shirt and dropped it on the floor.   She suddenly felt self-conscious, but was soon eased by Mark’s appraising stare.  “You are so beautiful.  So hot.”

             
Then, possibly because he understood her self-consciousness and wanted her not to feel like she was doing this alone, he lifted his shirt over his chest then tossed it away, his shoulders and biceps bunching and rippling with the action.

             
Seeing him without his shirt instantly diverted her from her own self-consciousness.  Her imagination had already conjured up fantasies and images of him without clothes, but those images fell woefully short of reality.   He was the most beautiful shirtless man she’d ever laid eyes on.   Those abs.  She’d never seen a man in real life with a six-pack, but he had it.

             
His hands went to his belt and she watched in fascination and he pulled down the jeans.  His black boxer briefs were distended with his erection, and she felt a tremor of anticipation and excitement course through her like an electric volt.    Gently she placed her hands at the waist band of the underwear and pulled them down.

             
His cock filled her line of sight.   It was long and very thick, flushed with blood to deep red, with the tip as plump and luscious as a plum.   

             
Gorgeous.   So gorgeous.  She’d seen only one fully aroused penis before – Seth’s – but she’d never felt so utterly awed by one before.

“Oh God,” she whispered aloud.

              Mark stepped closer, taking her in his arms, so the beautiful organ poked hopefully between their bodies.  He kissed her again, pulling her close so she could melt into the warm skin.   She felt the bra come loose, and let it fall off her shoulders.    Mark gently removed it, then cupped her right breast in his hand.  Slowly he began to circle the hardened nipple, then bent his head to clasp his mouth over it.  The shock of wet heat on the sensitized flesh made her shiver with shrill, piercing ecstasy.  But he pulled back, only giving her a taste, which served to ratchet the agony higher.

             
He gently tugged down her yoga pants and plain white panties and Aimee stepped out.

             
Mark opened the covers, slid between them, and pulled her against him possessively.  His arms were so strong, his body so big and solid, and she felt so protected and wanted and cherished. 

             
His mouth was on hers again, as his hands moved down her belly to the wet, aching cleft where she longed to be touched.   She shuddered against him, her whole body a vessel of exquisite pleasure. He rasped kisses against her neck, then nuzzled into her breast, clasping the nipple again between his lips.

             
The hot, wet contact of his tongue as he licked and sucked made wrenching shivers of pleasure shake her whole body.   She arched and writhed against him, unable to tolerate the sharp pleasure coursing through her.

             
He broke the sweet contact to move lower, caressing her belly with butterfly kisses, and lower still, to settle between her legs.

She tried to scuttle away, but he slid his hands beneath her bottom, lifted her and slid his tongue into the slick flesh.

              She cried out and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.  He draped her leg over his shoulder and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to blot out the intense pleasure as her traitorous body surged with pleasure.

             
Finally, she pushed him away.  “Please no,” she gasped.

             
He stopped and braced himself over her.   “You don’t like it?” he asked, his voice low and sweet.

             
“I don’t…”  She didn’t know how to explain it.  She was
afraid
of it.    Afraid of the intimacy.  Afraid of how vulnerable she felt.  

She longed to surrender everything to him – her secrets, her mind, her soul. But some obstinate female part of herself locked those desires away in a box.  Self-protection.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling suddenly guilty.    She took in an unsteady breath.  “I want you but…”

             
  Mark seemed puzzled but undeterred.  

He reached across to the bedside table to grab some condoms.  He sat back on his heels, and rolled the latex over his magnificent cock.  Aimee seized the shaft, fitting the blunt head against herself, sliding the tip against the slippery folds of her labia.

Mark sucked in a harsh breath.  The contact was electric, like every individual nerve was being kissed, loved.    The slow, slick stroke of flesh against flesh was exquisite.

She lifted her hips, seeking more of him.    He let out a heavy sigh, settling between her legs, sliding the broad shaft in deeper.

Finally with a deep groan, he filled her to the hilt.  

Aimee cried out, so full of him she couldn’t have uttered a comprehensible word even if she wanted to.  He remained still, letting her get used to the fullness, while he pressed kisses against her temple, her cheeks, her neck.    The stretch was intense but she had never felt so open, so yielding, so hungry.   Delicious pressure was already building.

He rocked, sending jolts of pleasure along sparkling along her nerves.    The glow got hotter, sweeter. 

She’d never given herself to a man on this emotional level.  Not because she was holding back, but because she couldn’t have fathomed that it existed.

Everything he gave to her, she gave back to him.  He was right there with her, his gaze locked on her, not letting her steal back into herself.   And she didn’t want to slip away.  She didn’t want to be out here alone, in this wild, uncharted place.  

Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes.   Their hips rocked together in a seductive, steady rhythm that brought her to constant peaks and crests of shuddering pleasure.

She writhed, body and soul in explosive movement, as energy rushed between them in ecstatic pulses.

She felt flung into outer space, lost, until Mark’s low, sexy voice brought her back.  “Oh sweetheart, why are you crying?”  He gently thumbed the tears away.

She shook her head, embarrassed. 

“Come on, talk to me.”

She searched his face, remembering her own vow about no lies.  “I’ve just never had that kind of reaction.   I guess I understand what the big deal is now.”

“Me too,” he replied.

Mark lifted his weight off her but she grabbed at him, holding him to her sweat-sheened body.   Her body was still clenching at him, unwilling to let him go.   It was nice.  He liked it.  Which was weird for him.  Normally that kind of move from a woman felt suffocating.

Mark buried his face in her hair to hide the devastated expression that must be scrawled there.   He sucked in a hungry gasp of her sweet, hot scent.

He hadn’t expected it to get out of control like that.   It had taken him completely off guard.  That shivering, aching swell of pure pleasure had been the most intense thing he had ever known.  He couldn’t tell if it was emotional or physical.  It was both, intertwined. 

Something powerful and sinuous still held them together.  Amazingly, his cock was still hard, nestled in the melting heat of her body.   Gently he pushed his hips against her shaking, luminous body, and Aimee let out a low moan.

He kissed her soft cheek, then found her mouth again.    She twined her arms around his neck, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth, playing with her, teasing her.   When he pulled back he saw her jewel-toned eyes blazing at him with a new softness.   She was glowing, all pink and shiny, and he felt a weird sense of pride that he had put that sparkle in her face.   She was an amazingly beautiful girl.   He could look at her face every day and never tire of it.

He placed kisses her nose, and her forehead, her eyelids.  He just wanted to touch her, be inside her, any way he could.

She smiled softly against him.  “You’re spoiling me.”

“You deserve it.”  

She smiled as his teeth grasped her earlobe.   His cock was bursting with readiness again – he wasn’t sure it had ever gone completely soft.    Aimee lifted her hips against him, making a cute growly sound in her throat.

She gasped with each hard lunge, jerking her hips, eager for more.   She went off with a cry, with that wonderful pulsing clutch at his cock, and he couldn’t hold back.  With a great groan, he emptied himself again inside of her, of everything. 

Her arms came around him, and she lifted her face to kiss him tenderly.    “Thank you.”

If he had any strength, he might have laughed.    She completely rocked his world and then thanked him?  

She lifted her fingers to gingerly touch his cheeks, smiling up at him with that radiant, beautiful smile that made him want to do anything just to keep her looking at him like that.

He slowly pulled himself out of the warmth of her body and fell to her side. They lay drenched in sweat, their breath audible in the comfortable silence.

As the chilly air in the bedroom cooled their heated bodies, their breathing evened.   Mark caught her to him, holding her close.    They were bathed in sweat, their arms still around each other, clutching.  Her legs wound around his hips.

Aimee snuggled against the feverish plank of his chest.

He had done something to her, skinned her so she was just a morass of emotion.  

His warm palm moved sensually up her thigh, caressing it in a slow, sensual rhythm that made her muscles jerk in response.  He was so hot.   His allure was powerful, so utterly unlike any man she’d ever known.    His casual touch made her reflexively clench the warm tingle between her legs.

She felt completely exposed, bendy and transparent.   

“Don’t hate me for this, but there is something else I need to tell you.”

Mark shrugged.  “Lay it on me.”He looked into her face with that sexy half-smile playing around his lips.   “Tell me.  Everything.  I can take it.”

She took in an unsteady breath, then said the words:   “I was in that plane crash.”

Saying the words felt dangerous.   She couldn’t dare to meet Mark’s eyes.  She shut her eyes; it was easier that way.

“I wasn’t in a car crash, like I let you think.  I was on Flight 134.”

She felt a little dizzy, like she was on a highwire, waiting for the fall.

“Jesus.  That was a hundred miles from here.  How on earth did you end up in my barn?”  His voice was so disbelieving, so emphatic she had to open her eyes.     Yet he didn’t appear angry – just shocked.  

“I walked a long time.   For two days, I think.   At some point I came across a rancher in a truck who believed my story about the car crash.  He said he’d take me as far as Spanner.  He ended up dropping me off about three miles from here.  Your barn was the first structure I came to.  I went in and lay down and prepared to die.”

“Holy God.”

“Seth doesn’t think I am dead.   He apparently doesn’t know that I was on the plane.    I lied about my name because I am scared he’s going to track me down.  He’s still after me.”

“Why?”

Moment of truth.   Aimee struggled, trying to decide if she was going to tell the whole truth about the stolen cash or not.   She thought suddenly of her ideal relationship.   The ideal had been so remote for so long, she’d not allowed herself to even consider the parameters.   It was … almost a place; a great carved cathedral – perfect, impregnable, a private place where two people pledged something to each other and defied time.  Where each gave themselves to each other, without lies, in a state of purity.

That was not for her, she thought bitterly.  Not with Seth certainly, and not even with Mark.  She would be leaving soon.   She could not give her whole heart to a man, with all that implied, knowing she would leave.

Her chatter about no lies, all that had been just… well, it wasn’t a lie if she omitted a fact or two.  It would make this relationship perfectly normal.  Nobody was entirely truthful – and she’d never seen any relationship that was perfectly honest.  Even Kimberly kept a few things from Rob, such as the fact that Aimee had been desperately unhappy with Seth.   Kimberly had tempered the truth in order to keep Rob from doing something drastic.

“Seth is just very possessive,” she replied, hating herself at that moment for lying to him even as she swore she was telling the truth.  The money in her bedroom would remain a secret.  A dirty, ugly secret but a secret that would give breath to her new life.   She continued, growing confident.  “He’s a control freak, as I’ve said.”

“Well he won’t find you here.”

The room fell silent for a moment.   Aimee said, “Now, your turn.  Why did you stop practicing medicine?   Larissa said there was some ‘nastiness in Washington.’  What was she talking about?”

He shifted positions, rolling onto his side so they were face to face.  He held her hand and looked at their intertwined fingers.