Somebody's Ex (8 page)

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No one had ever done that for him
because no one had ever loved him the way she could. Randi trapped the words
inside with a moment of silence.

Finally, after a minute, maybe two,
who could tell, he reached up to brush the tangled hair from her face. “I think
we should go to bed. I really, really want to be inside you.”

He didn’t call it making love, but
he didn’t say fucking either.

Okay? I’d love to?
She
settled for, “Yes, please,” then slid off his lap. He rose, tugging his jeans
back over his hips as he stood, zipping up and rebuckling.

Holy Moly Mother, she just might
cry if she said another word. That’s how intensely she’d loved the feel of him
in her mouth. The heaven in his taste.

He bent his knees, scooped her up,
and pulled her legs around him, clasping his hands beneath her butt. She
steadied herself with her arms around his neck. Taking him with her mouth had
left her wet and wanting. She’d almost put her hand between her legs and
touched herself as she sucked him. Now, her body rubbed against his as he
walked, and hot sensation made her gasp.

In the bedroom, he dumped her on
the bed. She sprawled across the center as he turned on the bedside lamp, then
fished condoms from his wallet and threw them on the side table.

He moved to stand between her legs.
“Pull up your top.”

She did, inching it across her
abdomen, over her breasts, her pinkies dragging across lace-covered nipples.
She left it bunched above the swell of her breasts and beneath her armpits.

He liked the show. He filled the
front of his jeans, and his eyes, with the light behind him, were dark pools of
want she could lose her soul in.

“Undo your bra.” He spoke in a
husky rasp.

She popped the front clasp, then
did a deliberate graze of lace over her peaks. Her lower body squirmed with
sweet intensity. The outline of his cock deepened inside his jeans.

Following his instructions to the
letter, she didn’t wriggle out of the bra, but left it lilting at her sides.

“Your skirt, tug it up to your
waist.”

She wanted to be naked, yet
remaining half-clothed was naughty, erotic. Hot. She tugged, wriggled,
revealing first the tops of her thighs, then a blue cotton thong, the
embroidered daisy, and finally, her belly button. Before she’d been wet. Now,
the cotton was drenched. His look, lids at half-mast, eyes dilated, dark,
wanting, needy, stole the breath from her chest. The beat of her heart pulsed
in her ears. Mick had never made her feel so sexy. So wanted. Not even in the
beginning.

And she would not think about Mick
now
.

“Panties. Take them off.”

Ooh, there was something delicious
in being ordered about in that husky, raspy, heavy male voice. She hooked her
fingers in the top of the elastic and dragged down the cotton. Slowly,
sensuously, she swished her hips and lifted her bottom. When she’d tossed the
thong to the carpet, he knelt between her legs dangling off the bed.

“Now this is pure beauty.” He
traced a finger down her abdomen, through her curls, and across her clitoris.
“Christ, you’re wet.” He tested her with one finger, sliding in, out, back to
her clitoris. “I don’t want to use my tongue on you. I want to watch you while
you come.”

She writhed on the bed though his
touch was gentle. The softness of it, the barely there pad of his finger
excited her more than a rough, hard workout.

“Whatever you like.”

He grabbed her thighs and hauled
her butt to the edge of the bed. His jeans chafed her inner thighs. “Watch me
touch you. Don’t look away.”

She concentrated on the sight of
his hand gliding across her, the lines of intent on his face, his gaze on her
exposed pussy. He rubbed her with his thumb, using all her wetness.

“Does it feel good?”

She clutched the coverlet. “Yes.”
Her eyes wanted to close with the sheer hot passion engulfing her body, but she
fought to keep them open, her gaze on his hand, his taut abdomen, his tanned
arms against her paler flesh.

He entered her with two fingers,
his thumb still circling her clitoris. Her pelvis rocked. She started to pant.
With his other hand, he caressed her bottom, squeezed her flesh. Then he
withdrew his fingers and worked her clitoris, around, beneath, straight on.
Clasping her legs around him, she rose to meet every stroke, directing him with
her body, gasping when he hit just the right spot. She bit her lip, but a moan
of pure need slipped from her. She tossed her head, back and forth, as he
concentrated on the tiny button. Her hips strained into his touch, her body
trembled. White heat zipped to her clitoris, sucked all her energy, and threw
her into climax. She bucked, writhed and finally cried out, her ears ringing
with the sound.

He leaned down to place a reverent
kiss just above her mound. No tongue, just lips and warm breath as her body
jerked in the aftermath.

She opened her eyes to find him
looking down at her, his abdomen to her pelvis, his mouth close to her belly.

“That was the most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.

No man had ever made her feel so
special, something beyond mere physical orgasm.

“Come here.” She held out her arms.

He crawled up her body, divesting
her of her clothes before he gathered her close, and carried her more fully
onto the bed. She rested and calmed in his embrace, the ringing in her ears
finally abating as she nestled her chin to his throat. She didn’t want words,
she didn’t want promises. She didn’t want anything to steal the moment’s magic.

She fell asleep, magic still
singing through her body.

* * * * *

David watched her sleep. He reveled
in the fact that he had given her absolute pleasure and absolute sexual
exhaustion. The image of her face would live in him a long time, the force and
power of her orgasm, her eyelashes fanned beneath her eyes, her lips as she’d
cried out his name. Her skin bore the rosy glow of satisfaction, and her hair
fell like silk across his chest. She slept on, even through the gentle stroke
of his fingers on her arm, the curve of her hip, her bottom, her thighs. She
murmured something unintelligible and snuggled deeper into his embrace.

Sex had always been pleasurable.
He’d missed it between relationships. Yet he’d never hopped into bed with an
available woman, instead practicing self-satisfaction when the need arose.

He’d hopped into Randi’s bed the
first day they met and came running back like a horny goat. Yet these two
nights had been far more intense than even his first sexual experience at the
age of seventeen, regardless of acute teenage hormones.

He should run, as he’d done in the
dark hours last night. Instead, he continued a slow caress of her body as she
slept. Something had changed between this night and the last. He couldn’t leave
until he figured out what it meant.

The slow tick of the clock and the
needs of his own body finally made him ease her warmth from his arms. She
muttered, curled into a ball, but remained fast asleep. He took care of the
necessities in her small bathroom. Unlike yesterday, female items cluttered the
back of the toilet and the space around the sink. Sweet-smelling lotion,
toothpaste, pots of makeup, an earring minus its back. At times, during his
serious relationships, similar paraphernalia had made its home in his own
bathroom.

He remembered his irritation.
Randi’s mess, on the other hand, made him feel at home.

In the bedroom, she remained in the
small fetal ball, her feet tucked close to her bottom, hiding her bare
essentials. He knelt at the side of the bed, trailing a finger along her thigh,
then the seam of her butt. She mumbled and twitched. He delved deeper, up
beneath her tucked feet to the soft curls. She was still wet, her moisture and
heat making his cock jump to full alert. He stroked the outer lips of her
pussy. She wriggled, then heaved a great sigh followed by a soft moan. And
still she slept.

He left her long enough to shuck
his clothes, put on a condom, and turn out the light. Moonlight streamed across
the carpet, reaching the bed, falling across her skin and setting it alight. He
wanted to wake her with his cock. He wanted to have her squirm sleepily beneath
him, then open her eyes to see his face above her, to feel him deep inside.

With gentle strokes, he eased her
flat to the coverlet. She licked her lips as he traced her nipples. A finger
parting her, lightly caressing her clitoris, he got her to spread her legs.
Climbing between them, he rubbed her with the crown of his cock.

He didn’t know how she could sleep
on even as her body reacted to him, but more than anything he wanted to awaken
her with his lips on hers and his cock already deep inside her. Somehow, it was
the most important thing in the world.

He’d think about how damn scary
that was later.

* * * * *

She was having the most marvelous
dream. A female wet dream. Hot flesh, hard cock, and a tongue in her mouth. She
wrapped her arms around a strong neck and raised her legs to lock her feet
behind a taut male butt. She clung to him and let him pump her to oblivion.
Hard, fast, sweet, deep. David. His voice. His body. When she came, she
exploded with his lips on hers as he swallowed her cries. When he came, she
felt the pulse and throb through her entire body, and she took his cries into
her mouth as he had taken hers.

“Oh my,” she whispered against his
lips.

“When did you wake up?”

“I don’t know. I might still be dreaming.”

He rolled them beneath the covers
which, at this time of year, were nothing more than the bedspread and a sheet.
Even so, it was hot and steamy under there, the night breeze through the open
window not enough to blow out the day’s heat, but she liked the cling of their
sweaty flesh.

“Was it when I slid inside you?”

“I’m not sure.”

“When I kissed you?”

“Maybe.”

It was when he whispered against
her lips.
You are so beautiful.

“You were awake the whole time,
weren’t you?” He almost sounded disappointed.

“No. Not the whole time. I was
still dreaming at least until you were inside me. I’m sure of it.”

He sighed. Satisfaction. For some
reason, exactly what he wanted to hear.

Royal chuffed just outside the
window. She’d been so quiet, Randi had forgotten her. An ear-splitting bark
soon escalated to a frenzy.

“Dammit.” She shoved the sheet
aside.

“Bring her inside.”

She glanced at him over her
shoulder. “Once she’s inside, she’ll be on the bed. And if I try closing the
bedroom door, she’ll just sit outside it and whine. It’s very annoying.”

She stopped. Without even thinking,
she’d assumed he would spend the night. The idea had just been there in her
head. Her heart cramped, missing a beat. She couldn’t bear it if he sneaked out
like he had last night.

He took four beats longer than
necessary to answer. “Let her in. I don’t mind if she sleeps on the bed. As
long as she doesn’t start sniffing places she shouldn’t.”

Randi padded naked through the
house, let Royal in, checked her paws for dirt, then allowed her to run ahead.
Hurtling onto the bed, the dog shoved her nose in David’s face, then settled at
the bottom. Randi climbed in, scooting to David’s side until she could feel
him. Putting an arm around her waist, he tugged her close, right up to his
chest, her body flush against his.

She couldn’t stand it, she just
couldn’t. “Are you going to spend the night?” It was debilitating to ask, but
worse to wake in the night as he dressed in the dark and scurried out the door
like a thief or a rat.

He was silent for so long, she
thought he’d fallen asleep. Except that his breathing lacked the soft rhythm.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I’m spending
the night.”

She didn’t ask for a single other
thing from him. The night was enough.

* * * * *

David had woken with the sure knowledge
that two nights with Randi had given him more intensity than the entire three
years with his first sweetheart, Betsy. More than the two and a half years with
Eileen.

The realization was enough to make
him want to jump from the bed, grab his clothes, and run like hell. Her butt
nestled against his cock, the sweet scent of her hair, and her soft skin kept
him right where he was until her alarm went off.

Royal didn’t even twitch at the
sound.

He’d wanted to make love to Randi
one more time before he left for work, but hell, the dog was on the bed! Even
if she hadn’t cracked an eyelid.

Maybe he’d have Randi in the
shower.

She pressed the snooze alarm and
rolled back into him. Then her body stiffened against his.

“This feels too good. I have to get
up.” And she did, just like that, buck naked and practically running out of the
room. The bathroom door closed, then water clanged through the pipes as she
started the shower.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Royal raised her head, looked at
him, then settled again.

Funny thing, Randi was right. It
felt too good. He could see spending a lot more mornings waking up with her in
his arms after a night buried deeply inside her.

And that just wouldn’t work.
Relationships muddled a man’s thinking. He had his own shit to get together
before he even attempted using the word
relationship
again.

When Randi left the bathroom, her
face freshly scrubbed, wet hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a short, blue
robe tied tightly at the waist, a different man stood in her living room.

But David had no intention of
leaving this morning without saying good-bye. He owed her more respect than
that.