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  She wondered if her bed would. That was one fantasy she was going to ensure came true. Every aspect of the coming weekend had been carefully attended to. Apartment cleaned, sheets laundered, supplies laid in. They had enough food to last three days, more if they were so preoccupied they forgot to eat. What a delicious thought.

  She wanted him so bad she ached and then her mind began to wander back to her delicate iron bed. Would any piece of furniture she had handle a three-day bout of vigorous sex—wild, screaming, shake-the-bed sex with a very large, solid sexy man?

  And didn’t that pose an interesting question?

  At the end of the day, when she finished straightening the storeroom, she went upstairs to her apartment and took a shower, dried off and draped Rhys’ scarf around her neck. She folded down the velvet crazy quilt, closed the curtains around her bed and jumped up and down on it for ten minutes. It didn’t break. Halleluiah.

  The phone rang and she was out of breath, laughing and naked except for his scarf.

  “Hello,” she said breathlessly, because she knew it would make him crazy and he’d love it. She sprawled out on the twisted sheets and buried her face in his scarf.

  “Why are you out of breath? You sound like you’re having sex.”

  “I’m by myself. I’ve been testing the bed. How much do you weigh?”

  “A lot more than you. What do you mean, you’re testing the bed?”

  “I wanted to know if the springs would hold up under strenuous activity.”

  There was a short silence on the other end and then there was a shaky sigh that made her smile.

  “Well, unless you were holding on to over two hundred pounds, I’d say it was an unreliable test.”

  “And here I thought I was being so efficient. Although, I guess if I put some clothes on it might add a few pounds.”

  “You’re naked?”

  “Of course I’m naked. I always come to bed naked. Well, except for the scarf you left.”

  “You’re wearing my scarf? How are you wearing it?”

  “It’s on the pillow now. It was starting to stick to my neck.”

  “I should wrap this up tomorrow.” He sighed. “Talk to me. I don’t care what you say.”

  She rolled over onto her back and tried to steady her breathing.

  “What’s your favorite sexual position?”

  He laughed. “Whatever I can manage so that I’m kissing you when I come.”

  She grabbed the sheet with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone and gave it a twist.

  “Oral sex—with or without fingers?”

  “With,” he answered and his voice was shaky enough to excite her.

  “Sex toys?”

  “No experience but I’m willing to try,” he said with a groan that seemed to go on forever. Her pussy clenched because she remembered that sound.

  “Threesomes?”

  “Don’t even think about it. I’ve waited too long for you. I’m not sharing,” he growled.

  “That was more or less a joke.”

  “I wasn’t kidding when I told you I didn’t want to have to give you back. I’d do just about anything to keep you but I won’t share.”

  He sounded proprietary and it excited her. She didn’t even mind when he growled. In fact, she loved it. It made her wetter. “I have one hand wrapped around the phone and the other twisted up in a sheet so that I don’t touch myself because the next hand I want between my legs is yours.”

  “I’ll make you the same deal.”

  “You’re not touching yourself either?”

  There was a small silence before he sighed and said, “I didn’t need to.”

  “When?”

  “I was trying to imagine the sex toys you might want me to use on you.”

  “I was talking about you.”

  She heard him breathing harshly on the other end and this time his sigh held a shuddering quality that turned her giggle into a self-satisfied chuckle that she couldn’t contain.

  “Bella,” he whispered seductively, “I want you to put a pillow under your hips and spread your legs.”

  “I’m waiting for you,” she said stubbornly.

  “Don’t force me to be redundant Bella,” he said tightly but ruined it when he laughed. “Close your eyes and this will be me. I said I didn’t have any experience with toys but I think I also mentioned that I have a great imagination.”

  “You’d better hurry because I’m getting cold. You should see my nipples, they’re standing up.”

  “I’m starting to understand the appeal of spanking,” he murmured.

  “My eyes are closed.”

  “Do you remember the last time I kissed you? I memorized your mouth and I can still feel that kiss. Can you?”

  His question whispered through her and her pussy fluttered. “You know I can.”

  “I’m licking the seam of your lips open and plunging my tongue inside.”

  Bella opened her mouth and imagined his desperate, greedy tongue sweeping through her mouth. She moaned and it ended on a strangled sigh.

  “There’s a place behind your earlobe that’s so sweet, the tip of my tongue fits perfectly but you’re ticklish and I don’t want to distract you so I’m going to feather kisses down your cheek.”

  She could feel the light caress of his lips down the slope of her cheek and then his tongue was in her mouth, licking into her, tasting her. She wanted him to hurry.

  “I’m glad I have large hands,” he laughed harshly and she heard him struggle for breath. “Your breasts are so full that I can’t resist cupping them in my palms. Your nipples are distended, begging for my mouth, so hungry for my touch. You’re pushing yourself into my hands, rubbing against my thumbs…”

  And she could feel them, circling, pressing, flicking her nipples, pinching and pulling as he described in detail what he was doing until she felt his wet mouth suckling her left nipple while he rolled the other between his thumb and fingers. She bit back a whimper but he heard it because he drew her nipple between his teeth and tugged gently. His whisper scraped against her core and a hot bite of pleasure pulled her deeper into the fantasy.

  She lifted her hips off the pillow and spread her legs wider, listening as he mumbled against her collarbone and trailed kisses downward. He licked into her bellybutton and she squirmed. Her blood was following the path of his kisses, swirling into her pussy until she felt the pressure of his lips against her mons.

  “I’d ask you to open yourself for me but I want the only touch you feel to be mine,” he said, and she listened, drugged by his voice. Her hips quivered as he slipped his hands under them.

  “Hurry,” she rasped.

  “All you’ve ever had to do is ask,” he said and separated her with his thumbs. The first swipe of his tongue made her dig her heels into the bed.

  “Not yet,” he said as if he could see her hips start to dance to the rhythm of his tongue and he wrapped his hands around her thighs and held her while he stroked her slit and sucked her clit into his mouth.

  Not until he plunged a finger into her pussy and stirred did he loosen his grip and let her thrust against his open mouth.

  She rode the image as if he were really fucking her with his tongue and fingers, sucking her clit and pumping her pussy as her blood gathered and pooled. Her excitement mounted with each thrust. Her muscles twisted down as tightly as she twisted the sheets in her grip and her orgasm started to build. She turned her head, laid her cheek against his scarf on the pillow next to hers and felt the first flutter of release. She wailed as the tremors racked her body and another orgasm rolled through her when she heard him groan.

  “I’d say we both have great imaginations.”

  * * * * *

  Rhys put the car on cruise after leaving the airport. He didn’t need the Highway Patrol stopping him. All he could think of was Bella and her heat and softness stroking his cock the next time he came.

  Jumping her the minute he walked through her door was probably a b
ad idea but the closer he got the better it sounded. He parked his car in the tiny lot behind the store.

  There was a light filtering through the arched window of her bedroom. It barely illuminated the pitch-dark alley but he navigated around the building and reached the front door as the snow began to fall. The weather report had been dismal for traveling but wonderful for anyone planning to spend the weekend staying warm, inside.

  She was at the door. At her welcoming smile and her open arms, all his plans not to jump her dissolved. Tonight the black and white skirt didn’t look hideous because he knew what she was wearing under it. He asked anyway and she laughed and dragged him inside the shop, closing the door.

  “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?” she murmured.

  The glass in the door rattled as she leaned back and yanked up her skirt, revealing black lace garters holding up her stockings. She’d forgone her matching panties and her neatly trimmed pussy glistened in the light bouncing off the display windows.

  He dropped his overnight bag and pulled her close. When he slid the cold, rough wool of his coat against her bare pussy she hissed. She didn’t fool him. She loved it.

  He let her unbutton his coat with shaking fingers. Or maybe he was shaking. She found his cock, already hard behind his zipper and it was his turn to hiss. She laughed into his mouth and pumped him through the cold fabric. He didn’t want to come before he could get inside her.

  The hazy glow from the street drifted over her like a halo and illuminated the fullness of her breasts as he cupped them through her sweater and bra. He flicked his nails over her lace-covered nipples before he suckled them through layers of fabric until they swelled and stiffened.

  He grabbed her skirt in both hands and pulled her against his growing erection but it wasn’t enough. He ripped at his shirt buttons and unbuckled his belt.

  Her hands were cool over his as she held them in place and thrust against his palm. He sighed as he suckled her nipple. Her drowsy gaze drifted over him and he could swear she looked as if she’d like to eat him alive.

  The idea of her mouth on his cock almost sent him to his knees. “I think you covered most of the important questions the other night. If you have any more you’d better start asking, quick.” He slipped his hands beneath her skirt and skimmed over her bare, warm ass cheeks. He couldn’t resist palming her pussy, slicking his finger through the moisture already there.

  She grinned and her eyes sparkled even in the dim light. “What do you want for breakfast?”

  “Whatever we don’t have to get out of bed for,” he rasped, sliding his hands back over her ass, feeling the garters below the tops of her silky stockings.

  “Would you have sex with me if I were angry?”

  A breath rushed out of him, filling the small dark shop. “I think I could have sex with you right now if you were reciting baseball statistics and pouring ice-water over my head.”

  “That was another one of your questions,” she said softly.

  Part of his brain registered that this was important to her but all he could think about was the moist warm channel that his fingers were itching to explore further. He forced himself to focus. “If I was the one who pissed you off and you still wanted to have sex with me, then yes. Anytime, anywhere—just no sharing.”

  “No problem. Do you have any condoms?” she asked and he could hear the smile in her voice.

  “In my overnight bag. I bought them before I got on the plane because I knew it would be too late to get any around here and the one I carry wasn’t going to be enough.”

  “No,” she promised. “It won’t be.”

  “Bella, all I’ve wanted since I caught you in my arms is to never let you go. Ask me if I love you.”

  “Do you love me?” she asked and sounded stunned.

  “Yes,” he whispered, delighted for once that he’d finally stunned her. He pulled her sweater out of her skirt and she laughed at his impatience. He didn’t care. His hands found her lush breasts beneath the dampened lace and he pushed the bra cups down and rolled her nipples between his fingers. She hissed and his cock got harder.

  He wanted her naked and he wanted her now. She laughed low in her throat and grabbed two handfuls of her skirt and lifted it off, over her head. She was naked underneath, except for the black garters and sheer stockings. And those sexy red heels.

  He edged them away from the door to the narrow wall that separated it from the display window and sank to his knees. Her slit glistened in the moonlight that filtered through the shop. She was wet for him. He didn’t think he could get any harder until she leaned back and bent her knees, thrusting her pussy toward him.

  “I want you,” he whispered, opening her with his thumbs. Her eyes widened and she started to pant. She moaned before he touched the tip of his tongue inside her moist pink flesh.

  He loves me. If she’d been able to string two words together she would have responded. Bella grabbed on to his muscular shoulders and flexed her pelvis. She thrilled to the ripples of pleasure as he lapped the little bundle of nerves she urged him toward. His hands slid under her butt and he pressed her closer as he traced her slit with the tip of his tongue before he thrust inside her. Her muscles gathered and her blood raced and then he slipped two fingers into her pussy and closed his lips around her clit, suckling as she came. She was still coming as he eased his way upward and kissed a path from her stomach to her breasts.

  And then he kissed her and she could taste herself on his lips. She opened to take him inside and he made some sound between a groan and a growl. It was eerie and primal and thrilled her to her core. She smiled against his mouth and he smiled back before he drew away.

  But he wasn’t leaving her. He pulled a foil condom packet from his pocket and she reached for his pants and unzipped them. His cock strained against his briefs and she reached inside, wrapped her fingers around all that hard warm flesh and groaned. He was built solidly all over.

  She pushed his underwear out of the way and cupped his balls in one hand while she caressed his cock with her other. He froze, the condom wrapper between his teeth, his gaze fixated on her hands.

  “You are so beautiful. I’ve never seen the appeal of large,” she said with a firm stroke from the tip to the base of his cock, “muscular…hairy men.” She sighed, swiveling her hand up and around the bulbous head and spreading the moisture seeping from its slit back down over him. She looked up into his dark, molten gaze and smiled. “Until now.”

  She held out her other hand and he finished ripping the packet open before he relinquished it. Slipping it out of its wrapper she hurriedly pinched the tip, rolled it over him and pulled him toward her.

  “Here or upstairs,” she rasped. “Your choice.”

  He toed off his shoes before he stepped out of his pants and kicked them away.

  They made it to just inside the stairwell and he closed the door behind them. He positioned her a step above him before sliding her leg over his thigh and angling his cock to her entrance. She shuddered as he brushed her slit with the solid knob of flesh and pressed into her.

  He filled her slowly and she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from collapsing. His groan filled the small space and he seized her waist and lifted her, settling her legs around his hips. He backed her against the wall and his first stroke wrung a gasp from her that made him smile.

  “What’s that smirk?” she asked, laughter edging her raspy voice.

  “That’s, ‘I have what I want and I’m not letting go anytime soon’.” His second thrust was more deliberate and he lifted her until the crown of his cock was just kissing the entrance of her pussy and brought her back down, one nerve ending at a time.

  His mouth came down on hers, brushing away any doubt that he meant what he’d said. Each deliberate stroke emphasized his intent and they became faster until it was no longer a question of which one of them wanted the other more. She was spiraling down a long tunnel and she knew he was following.

 
He never stopped devouring her lips. Eyes wide open, kissing her and swallowing her cry when she came.

  She sagged against his solid torso and was cushioned by the crisp curls that covered his chest. She closed her eyes, rode out the little aftershocks as she gripped his sweat-slicked shoulders.

  “You’re going to need to put me down so we can climb the steps to my bed,” she rasped.

  He lifted her away from the wall. “Keep your hands on my shoulders,” he growled as he slid his hands more firmly under her butt and hooked his elbows under her knees.

  She was about to protest that she was too heavy when he twitched inside her. He was still semi-erect, still solid. “Oh my,” she breathed when he took the first step and slid deeper. He smiled and didn’t say a word.

  Each step brought her a little zing of pleasure she’d never experienced before. When he lifted her slightly before coming down on the next step she rotated her pelvis and his eyes widened. “I like a woman who gives as much as she gets,” he growled and she thrilled to the little shudder he made before he took the next step.

  By the time they reached the top step he wanted her again. But this time would be slower. He carried her to the bed he’d fantasized about since he’d heard her come over the phone and couldn’t help smiling. He slipped out of her and laid her on the pristine white sheets of the turned-down bed.

  “Don’t move,” he said, smiling when she quirked a brow. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do since that first night.”

  He disposed of the condom in the bathroom and was back before her breathing steadied. He noticed she had filled a crock bowl, sitting on the wicker nightstand, with the condoms he’d brought and smiled down into her laughing eyes. “It’s been a long time since I was inspired enough to think I might use the entire contents of that bowl in one night.”

  “And are you inspired?”

  “Very,” he said, and knelt to kiss her bare breast. He unhooked one of her stockings and slipped it down her right thigh, kissing the flesh he’d bared. She shuddered as he slid the stilettos off and slipped her foot from her stocking before doing the same all over with her left side.