Total Abandon (10 page)

“Yeah?” Aimee’s grin broadened. “What?”

“Maybe one guy … tonight … would be…” Goose bumps quivered along her arms. “Kinda great.”

“You got it. You pick one and I’ll keep the other one occupied.”

Sandra laughed. “Don’t you care which one?”

Aimee smiled and shook her head, her short layered blonde hair fluttering. “Nope. They’re both great-looking. And they’re both”—she held her hands about a foot apart and grinned—“big.”

Sandra’s eyes widened. “Really?” She nibbled her lower lip as she toyed with the label on her bottle. “So … which one is bigger?”

“Well, that would be Craig.”

Sandra remembered her Fantasy Stranger’s huge cock stretching her as it glided into her. Since that was probably James, she wondered just how big Craig’s cock must be.

Man, had she been missing out!

*   *   *

After dinner, Sandra and James went out on the deck to watch the sunset. The sky flamed with rich gold, orange, and red, setting the placid water ablaze with color. They sipped their wine as they watched the colors slowly fade, giving way to darkness.

“Where do you live these days?” she asked.

James had asked her a lot about herself over dinner, but she hadn’t found out much about him. And she wanted to learn all about him.

“I live on the east end of the city, in that new development out by the river.”

“That’s a nice area.” And it was only about an hour from her place.

The moonlight glimmered on the water and crickets chirped.

“I love it there. I’ve got a big backyard and a beautiful view of the river out the back of my place. Also, there’s this great park nearby. I’m into radio-controlled airplanes, which I design and build myself, and on the weekends I often take them out there with a few of my buddies. I fly the real thing, too. I just got my pilot’s license last year.”

He’d said he was an engineer, so it made sense he’d like gadgets, but it amazed her that he could design and fly airplanes. She pictured herself in the cockpit with him, looking down at the world below as they jetted off for a weekend getaway.

He smiled. “Maybe you’ll come out and join me sometime. I’ll teach you how to fly—the big planes or the small ones. Whichever one’s your speed.”

“That would be great.”

She took another sip of wine and they stared over the water for a bit. She felt a little awkward, like she was on a first date, and she hadn’t dated for a long, long time. James seemed quite comfortable with the silence, but to her it dragged on and on.

“So what else have you been up to since college?” she finally asked.

“Me?” He grinned. “Pining after the woman who got away.”

More like learning how to be an incredible flirt.
Not that she minded. If anything, she was enjoying the attention. She laughed. “So did you ever get married?”

He stared at his glass for a few moments. “No. I came close once, though. We went out for about four years, even talked about marriage.” His leaned back on the deck chair and stretched his legs out in front of him. “But when it came right down to it, I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with her. We had great chemistry, and we had a lot in common, but it just didn’t feel like that was enough.”

“Why?” She wished she had been so astute before falling into marriage with her ex.

He shrugged. “I don’t know exactly, but she felt it, too. We had a long talk about it. We’re still friends. Actually, after we ended it, she met someone else, and two years later they got married. I guess we just weren’t meant to be together.”

“So you believe there’s one right match for every person?”

“Not necessarily one. Maybe there’s more than one person we can make a life with, but I think when you meet one of those special people, you’ll find a deeper connection.”

She stiffened a little.

He chuckled. “Don’t panic. I know you’re not looking for a relationship right now. I’m happy to keep it casual. Just take time to get to know each other again.”

The heat of his gaze warmed her. There were definite possibilities here.

He stood up and took her hand, then drew her to her feet and led her to the edge of the deck. “It’s a beautiful evening. Look at that water.”

Leaning against the wooden railing of the deck, Sandra glanced across the lake, the moonlight illuminating the glassy surface. Crickets chirped merrily in the background and the stars shone brighter than she’d ever seen them in the city. A soft breeze brushed lightly across her arms and a scattering of goose bumps danced across her skin, but the latter was because of her intense awareness of James beside her, his tall, masculine physique so close to her. She sipped her wine.

“It is a beautiful view,” she said.

But not as beautiful to her as James, who was so sexy. So incredibly male.

She set her wineglass on the flat top of the railing and glanced up at him, her gaze catching his. His intense blue-gray eyes glittered in the moonlight and her heart skipped a beat. Not only was he an amazingly sexy man but he was also so understanding and easy to talk to. A lot like Devlin in that way.

But she wanted more from James than friendship right now. Her insides quivered as she thought about him kissing her. Stroking her. Making love to her.

She wanted him to tear off her clothes and ravish her. She wanted to feel him inside her. To gasp as he thrust into her and drove her to ecstasy.

As if he could read her thoughts, his eyes darkened and his lips lowered, brushing hers lightly at first, then his arms wrapped around her and he drew her against him. She kissed him back, hungrily, wanting to be closer than she could possibly get. She pressed her body tight to his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He groaned, then tightened his arms around her, crushing her to his body. Her nipples ached with need as they thrust into his chest. She could feel a bulge growing through his jeans, pressing into her belly. She wanted to touch it. Oh God, she
needed
to touch it.

Their lips parted and their gazes locked. He searched her eyes, clearly worried he’d gone too far. But couldn’t he tell how much she wanted him? She brushed her lips against his briefly, then grabbed her glass and gulped the rest of the wine before setting it down again. The heat washed through her, boosting her courage.

She rested her hand on one of his shoulders and ran her fingertips along his cheek, then down his square jaw. She kissed the dimple on his chin, then nibbled the slightly raspy texture of his jaw. She pushed herself on her tiptoes and nuzzled his neck, then pressed her lips near his ear.

“I am
very
turned on. I really want you.”

“Sweetheart, the feeling is definitely mutual.” He drew her close again and captured her lips. “Do you want to go inside? To my room?”

She thought about going back into the cottage. Facing Aimee and Craig, then scooting away to James’ room. She felt hot and sexy now. She was afraid the interruption would ruin that. Maybe steal away her courage. She’d waited so long, and everything was so perfect right here. Right now.

“No, I want to stay here.”

James grinned. “Why you little scamp. You like the idea we might be caught.”

She glanced toward the sliding glass door. She couldn’t see Aimee and Craig inside. They were probably sitting on the couch. Probably in a clinch.

“It’s not that. I just don’t want to ruin the mood.” But was that all it was? With all the talk of watching, and being watched … What if Aimee and Craig were watching them right now? There was a certain thrill at the thought of the other couple seeing them. Watching them while they kissed. And more.

Especially if she was wrong about James being her fantasy stranger. If it was really Craig … the thought of him seeing her with James had a strange and definitely sexy effect on her.

His mouth widened into that sexy broad smile of his, showing even, white teeth. “Whatever you want, sweetheart, you’ve got it.”

She stroked her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, heat thrumming through her at the feel of his hard muscles beneath her fingers. “What I want is”—she leaned in and kissed his chin—“to touch you.”

“Go for it, sweetheart.”

Sandra pressed him backward until his back was against the wooden wall of the cottage. She drew her hands down his chest, over his abs. She could feel the hard rippled muscles through his fine cotton shirt. She passed his belt, then stroked over the impressive bulge in his chinos. The feel of his hard erection under her palm thrilled her. She had touched her Fantasy Stranger like this. Felt his hard cock in her hand.

Was James the same man?

A compulsive craving shattered her control and she squeezed him, then dropped to her knees and tugged down his zipper. She reached inside the cotton twill fabric and through the slit in the front of his underwear until she felt his hard, naked shaft.

Oh, God, it felt so good. Hot. Rock-hard.

He wanted her.

And that was a huge boost to her confidence.

She freed him from the cotton prison and stared at the broad mushroom-shaped head of his impressively long cock. She stroked her finger over the tip, then around the underside of the corona, admiring him. She hadn’t seen her Fantasy Stranger. She couldn’t tell if James was him or not.

She leaned forward and licked under the edge, then upward, the tip of her tongue stroking over his cockhead. She swirled around the small opening, then opened her mouth and took his large cockhead inside her mouth.

His fingers stroked through her hair.

“Aw, damn. Sweetheart, that’s fabulous.”

His encouraging words boosted her confidence even more. She sucked. He groaned.

Oh, God, she wanted to make him come.

She pressed her tongue against him, squeezing him against the roof of her mouth, then she glided down. His broad head pushed deeper into her mouth.

“Sweetheart, that feels so good.” He stroked her hair, his touch sending quivers through her.

She glanced up at him and caught a glimpse of his eyes, half closed, full of desire. She sucked on him while she stroked up and down his shaft with her hand. He tipped his head back and his cock twitched in her mouth. She glided up, freeing more of his shaft to her hand, then down again.

“I’m so close. Maybe I should—”

Gazing up at him, she asked, “Are you really going to come?”

“If you keep that up, yes.”

She smiled, then squeezed his rock-hard cock in her hand. “Bring it on.”

She swallowed his cock again, then moved up and down, taking him a little deeper this time, and squeezing his hard flesh inside her mouth.

“Oh … God…”

He tensed and suddenly she felt a stream of hot liquid fill her mouth. Elated, she sucked harder. He pulsed and pulsed. Then he slumped back against the cottage wall. She released him, a big smile on her face.

“Man, sweetheart, that was incredible.”

She stood up and pressed against him, her smile still stretching her face wide. “Thank you.”

She captured his lips, hotter than ever. He embraced her and his tongue glided into her mouth and explored thoroughly. Intense need pummeled through her. Her nipples, hard and puckered, pushed against his hard chest. Every movement caused friction and sent her hormones swirling into overdrive.

She drew back, breathing heavily.

“God, I am so turned on.” She took his hand, desperate to feel his touch, and pressed it against her needy breast.

“I can tell.”

She grabbed the hem of her tank top and tugged his hand underneath, so there would be less fabric between them.

“Make love to me. Now.”

He kissed her, then grabbed her hand and tugged her with him along the deck, away from the sliding doors. He led her around the corner of the cottage, then down the stairs. A wooden picnic table sat on the stone patio beside the building. Although it could be seen from the kitchen window, it was not visible from the living room, where Aimee and Craig probably still sat, immersed in each other. And the kitchen light was off. Of course, they could still be watching, and that possibility actually added to Sandra’s excitement.

This whole idea of the list had turned on some eager adventurer inside her.

She stripped off her jeans and her tank top and sat on the picnic table, her feet on the bench seat. James’ eyes glittered as she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She stripped it off, then tossed it onto the table beside her.

“You are gorgeous.” He stood in front of her and reached for her breasts reverently. His hands covered her hot mounds and her nipples pressed into his palms.

She almost groaned in need. He stroked her for a few moments, then he knelt on the bench seat and licked the tip of her hard nipple. Intense pleasure rippled through her.

“Oh, yes.” She stroked her fingers through his dark wavy hair and held him close.

He sucked. Tingles danced through her, right to her core, and she moaned. He moved to her other nipple and sucked, sending her head spinning, while he stroked her abandoned, wet nipple with his hand. Her insides tingled with need. She felt the wetness pooling inside her.