The Sex Diet Page 15

  She whimpered as he continued his mind-numbing assault. A hot throb commenced between her thighs, frantically beating to some primal genetically programmed beat. She instinctively tilted her hips toward his, clenched her feminine muscles and felt another rush of liquid heat coat her folds, seep into her panties. She squirmed against him.

  She wanted—

  She needed—

  Hank chuckled against her, his warm breath breezing across her bare nipple. “Calm down,” he told her. “Can’t you see that I’m trying to seduce you?”

  No, she couldn’t see—she was cross-eyed with lust. A proverbial bitch in heat without the slightest notion of shame or propriety. Hank made a slow lazy lap around her breast with his tongue. She bit her lip as the pleasure eddied through her.

  Then again, pride and dignity wouldn’t give her the orgasm she so desperately wanted.

  “I’m seduced,” Sam all but growled. “Take off your clothes. Or more important, take off mine.”

  Another sexy laugh rumbled from his chest. “I think I’ll know when you’re ready,” he said infuriatingly. “But I agree. We should definitely get naked.” His hand slid down her belly and deftly unbuttoned her shorts. “You go first.”

  She shivered to the tune of her zipper, then lifted her hips to further accommodate him. Hank slung her shorts off to the side, then hooked a single finger beneath the lacy edge of her panties. His eyes darkened. “Nice,” he murmured, rubbing the silky fabric. He gave a gentle tug and discarded them in the same careless fashion, and then blew out a halting breath as he gazed at her. If the look he’d given her before was hungry, then the one he was treating her to now could only be described as ravenous.

  Hank dipped his fingers past her curls, dragged them through her drenched folds—effectively snatching the very breath from her lungs—then, in an act more erotic than she could have ever imagined, his gaze tangled with hers and he inserted those same fingers into his mouth and slowly—purposefully—licked them clean.

  Sam almost had an immaculate orgasm.

  “But that’s nicer,” he told her, eyes gleaming with somnolent wickedness.

  She’d say, thought Sam. But before she could say anything, Hank positioned himself between her legs, spread her thighs and coupled his mouth to her sex.

  Though she would have thought that she’d be prepared for it this time, the sheer shock of sensation rent a silent gasp of delight from her and once again bowed her body from the pillows. Her head rolled to the side and she closed her eyes tightly, trembling as pleasure bolted through her. Sweet Jesus. She’d never dreamed— Never imagined—

  A low growl of pleasure rose from Hank’s throat as he licked and suckled at her. He slid his tongue deep inside her, then moved forward and fastened his mouth upon that tiny sensitized nub nestled beneath her curls. Sam whimpered as sensation, dark and sweet, sluiced through her, and she shamelessly tilted her hips against him, silently begging for more of the same hedonistic torture. He eagerly sucked, then blew lightly against her, licked her long and slow, then hard and deep.

  She felt it then, the sharp tug of beginning climax, and another desperate whimper stuttered from her chest. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut once more, fisted her hands in the pillows beneath her.

  Breathing raggedly, Sam forced her eyes open and directed her gaze toward the blond head currently at work between her legs, lapping at her like a greedy kitten with a bowl of cream, and the combination of the vision and that talented mouth catapulted her to blessed instantaneous release.

  Though she knew it was coming, she still wasn’t prepared. The orgasm caught her completely unaware, broke over her like a high tide, pulled her under as warm tingly shivers radiated from deep in her womb. The small of her back left the pillows and her neck arched to accommodate a long, guttural cry of anguished release. Her breath came in short little puffs and her body shivered and wilted as the last of the tremors tingled through her. A slow, satisfied smile curled her lips and her gaze was inexplicably drawn to Hank.

  Male satisfaction clung to his smile and his eyes glowed with smoky arousal. “Now you’re ready.”

  Hank stood, shucked his pants and briefs, then fished a condom from beneath a nearby pillow. Sam grinned, recognizing the extra-large glow-in-the-dark prophylactic as one she’d brought along with her. Her gaze lingered on the impressive staff centered between his legs and felt another rush of heat camp in her still-throbbing loins. She bit her lip. Gazing at him, Sam vaguely wondered if the extra-large would accommodate him. Did condoms come in XXL?

  Hank’s twinkling eyes met hers as he tore into the packet with his teeth. “Wouldn’t want any of your stash to go to waste.”

  That would definitely be a pity, Sam thought, her gaze once more dropping down below his navel. Her breasts tingled and another flame of heat licked in her belly. She was suddenly—inexplicably—hit with the almost overwhelming urge to taste him.

  Hank moved to withdraw the condom from the packet, but Sam smoothly took it from his hand. “I’ll take care of that,” she said, kneeling before him. She set the condom aside. “In a minute.” Then she took him in hand, ran her fingers over the hot slippery skin and then eagerly guided him into her mouth.

  Hank’s breath left him in a startled hiss. “Jesus.”

  Sam swirled her tongue around the engorged head, immediately fell in love with the way the super soft skin felt against her mouth. Loved the way it tasted. Sinfully wanton…exhilarating. Hank trembled, sending a wicked thrill through her. Her lips curved on a sigh and she scooted forward, desperate to taste even more of him. She framed him with her hands, glided her fingers over him as she worked him back and forth in her mouth. She slid her tongue along the rigid length, under and along the sides, leaving no part neglected. A single pearly tear of desire oozed from the head and she caught it with the tip of her tongue.

  Hank had become increasingly agitated during her thorough ministrations, but apparently had finally reached his limit at this singularly erotic act. “Enough,” he choked, moving back and out of her reach. “If you keep that up, it’ll be over before it starts.”

  Sam felt a small smile curl her lips and pulled a lazy shrug. “You’re the expert.” She retrieved the condom, deftly pulled it out of the foil wrap. “Still, I think this will go on better if you’re a little…wet.” She took the whole of him into her mouth once more, gave him one long, slow suck that made his thighs go rigid.

  “Sam,” he said warningly.

  Sam stifled a chuckle and swiftly sheathed him with the condom. A nanosecond later she was flat on her back, thighs spread and she could feel the hard length of him nudging between her folds. She’d expected him to fill her, had expected him to sink into her posthaste. Instead he rocked back and forth between her nether lips, sliding up and down, bumping that sweet spot at the crest of her sex.

  It was an absolutely marvelous sensation, feeling that thick hot part of him gliding between her drenched folds, but as good as it felt, it wasn’t quite…enough. Rather than bringing blessed relief to the fire burning inside her, this act seemed to make that achy hollow place deep in her womb expand, intensify.

  And from the look of devious delight on Hank’s handsome face, she had the distinct impression that he was waiting for her to beg. Waiting for her to tell him exactly what she wanted. Fine. Whatever. She was past caring. She’d waited too long for this moment, too long for this night with him and she’d be damned before she’d be shy about voicing her wants now.

  Sam hooked her ankles around his legs and tilted her hips more firmly against his. She rocked against him, almost dragging him into her heat.

  He chuckled, the bastard, and drew back. “Not yet,” he told her.

  And forth…

  Not yet? Why the hell not? “I’m ready,” she said, her voice an exasperated broken wail. She reached down and grasped the twin muscles of his ass, trying to urge him on.

  And back…

  “But it’ll go in easier if it’s a little
…wet,” he told her, mimicking her earlier taunt.

  And forth…

  But, gratifyingly, she could tell that it cost him. A muscle flexed in his tight jaw and tension radiated off him in waves. A light dew of sweat slickened his skin. She moved her hands up over his back, over his shoulders and lightly scored his chest with her nails. Clearly he wanted to be inside her just as much—if not more—than she wanted him to be there.

  And forth…

  Her feminine muscles clenched and her womb squeezed and every cell in her being hungered for another explosion of release. Sam’s heart beat wildly in her chest—matched the rhythm of the insistent itchy throb between her legs—and she honestly felt like she would die if he didn’t push inside her, if he didn’t fill her up. Right now.

  And back…

  “Hank, please,” Sam begged. “Please— Now!”

  Hank’s tortured yet curiously soft gaze tangled with hers, he found her hands, tenderly laced his fingers through hers, and then with one long slow thrust, buried himself deeply inside her.

  For all intents and purposes, the world tilted on its axis, the sky fell and every star in the heavens rained down around them. Little twinkles of light burst behind her lids and her chest tightened, preventing so much as a startled inhalation. If Sam had ever experienced anything so perfect in her life she couldn’t recall it. Couldn’t imagine anything ever being more magnificent than this moment, than the absolute perfection of their joined bodies. Her eyes misted with emotion and, with as much clarity as can be born in mindlessness, she knew that she’d never be the same.

  Hank had unwittingly claimed her heart years ago and she’d just given him her body as well.

  Neither, she knew, would ever belong to another man.

  13

  HANK DUG HIS TOES into the pillow and firmly lodged himself deeply into her hot, tight heat. The relief he felt at finally putting himself between her legs was short-lived, chased away by a sentiment so strong and overpowering that he had to lock every muscle in his body to keep from collapsing under the weight of it.

  Something sharp, sweet and, if he were honest, a bit frightening spilled into his chest, making it difficult to breathe. His heart raced and a hot tingling heat swept from one end of his body to the other. He was hit with the simultaneous urge to laugh and weep, and he couldn’t for the life of him make any of these foreign emotions make sense. Couldn’t break them down and organize them, couldn’t do anything at all but hold himself utterly still and absorb them. Wait for the bizarre feeling to pass.

  He looked down and his gaze tangled with Sam’s. Those pale green eyes glittered with need and something else, something just beyond his understanding. He’d imagined having her like this countless times over the years, had dreamed it too many times to imagine, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality.

  Her strawberry curls fanned out on an emerald-green pillow, those sinfully carnal lips swollen from his kisses, her skin flushed pink with desire, her pouty breasts a mere nod of his head away and her tight little body fisting around him in the most intimate of embraces. Just thinking about it made his dick jerk inside her. She gasped, then instinctively tightened around him.

  Hank instantly stopped pondering the weird emotions currently swelling in his chest and concentrated on the swelling below his navel.

  He slid out of her, then back in, slowly at first because the sensation was too intense not to savor. But then she caught his rhythm and he forgot about savoring, about relishing, about control.

  He didn’t think at all.

  Primal instinct and baser need edged out anything remotely resembling civilized male. He bent his head and fed at her breast, focused on the exquisite draw and drag between their joined bodies, that utterly amazing friction. Harder and harder, faster and faster. Nonsensical sounds broke from her throat, a gasp, a cry, a groan, and he answered each one with another powerful thrust.

  Sam thrashed wildly beneath him. “Oh, Hank—I don’t know— I can’t—”

  The fever had caught her as well. Her flushed skin grew damp and she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, clearly on the edge of release. Hank disentangled their hands, grasped her hips and angled her more firmly beneath him. He hammered relentlessly into her. “Oh, yes you can,” he told her. “Reach, baby. Reach for it.”

  He pistoned harder, then harder still. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream and she suddenly arched beneath him. Her muscles spasmed around him, clamped greedily around his throbbing rod. He thrust once, twice, again, then came hard as the climax rocketed through him, blasted from his loins, milking him of strength with each lingering pulse.

  Limbs weak and shaking, Hank rolled them onto his side. He smoothed his hand over her hair and kissed her temple. “Oh, Sam,” he murmured.

  And that was it.

  Though he knew there were things that he should say—like, “I’m never letting you go,” or “I think I’m in love with you,”—disassembling was completely beyond him. He didn’t even have the strength to be alarmed at the L word. Ordinarily, just thinking about love would have instilled a dart of sheer panic into his heart. Curiously, thinking about loving Sam didn’t.

  It felt right. As necessary as breathing.

  But he’d think about it later, Hank decided, as his breathing grew deep and steady and his lids drooped. He’d think about it tomorrow, tell her these things tomorrow…right before he asked her to marry him.

  “THINK WE COULD DO IT HERE and not get caught?” Hank asked with a wicked grin. He nuzzled her ear, sending a chorus of goose bumps up her back.

  Sam chuckled. Here was an isolated ammunition barrack in old Fort Morgan. Still, regardless of how isolated, there was still the grim possibility that they would get caught. It would undoubtedly be worth it. Remembered heat tingled in her belly and breasts. Nevertheless… “With my luck, we’d definitely get caught.”

  Hank sighed dramatically. “So that’s a no?”

  “No.” Sam leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, then tugged him toward the exit. “That’s a wait till we get home.”

  Home. Her throat contracted at the Freudian slip, but if Hank noticed anything telling about the remark, he didn’t show it, thank God. She really had to get it together, Sam thought as they made their way up to the second level. Honestly, she knew that making love with Hank would intensify her feelings for him—any idiot would have realized that—but she hadn’t realized just how much until she’d awoken in his arms this morning and her empty, lonely future lay stretched out before her. Sam swallowed.

  It was almost unbearable, but she didn’t have any intention of wasting a single minute of the time that she had left with him. She’d have time enough to dwell on her misery once she was back in Aspen. In the meantime, she planned to follow her sex diet—double up on her portions—and spend as much time naked with Hank as she could. She would not allow herself to think beyond tomorrow when she left. Undoubtedly the drive back would provide her with ample thinking time. Winning the SUV had had one disadvantage—it had cut her vacation short. She’d need those days to drive back to Aspen.

  When they’d returned to the B&B this morning—after a lengthy shower, lengthy sex and another lengthy shower—Sam had called and canceled her airline ticket, then had phoned work and told them that she wouldn’t be in until Wednesday. She’d decided to break the twenty-something-hour drive up over two days. She could probably make it driving straight through, but why hurry? She had no one to go home to, only a job and Cedar Crest could make it another day without her. Besides, they’d have to. As soon as she returned, she was giving notice.

  They’d reached the top of the narrow stairs and the gorgeous view of the gulf stretched out before them. Sam moved forward and leaned against the rail, tilted her face and welcomed the kiss of the salty breeze. The afternoon sun hovered just over the horizon, sending rays of gold-streaked light dancing over the turquoise waters. Sam inhaled deeply, let the tangy air permeate her lungs. “‘Damn the t
orpedoes, full speed ahead!”’

  Hank nodded, seemingly impressed. “Know your history, do you? See, what I fudged on your Belle form wasn’t entirely false.”

  Sam snorted. “Wrong. I know the history of this fort because I love it. There’s something about it that draws me here. History seems to live in the very soil.”

  Hank nodded, slung an arm over her shoulder.

  Built in the unique design of a starfish in the early eighteen hundreds, Fort Morgan sat at the end of a peninsula at the mouth of Mobile Bay. It had become well known during the Civil War when a Union Admiral had lead a fleet close to the bay. During the attack, the U.S.S. Tecumseh had struck a mine, and in the confusion, the fleet had hesitated under the attack, at which point the Union Admiral had ordered, “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!”

  It was a phrase that she’d heard all of her life, but had never known the history behind the statement until several years ago when she’d toured the museum. Though small, the museum was packed with lots of history. Old guns and uniforms, letters from soldiers who’d been stationed at the fort. Sam sighed. She really loved it here.

  A comfortable silence lengthened between them as they both enjoyed the view. For the briefest of moments Sam allowed herself the luxury of believing that when she went off the sex diet that, despite the fact that they’d had wonderfully amazing back-clawing sex, all would return to normal. She’d move back here. They’d still call each other and e-mail, they’d still hang out together and have fun, that everything would be the same as it’d always been. Their friendship would survive and everything would simply go back to normal.

  But she knew it wouldn’t.

  How could it after everything that had happened between them? Last night had simply been… There was no word that could aptly describe how incredibly wonderful last night had been. Granted Hank had the advantage of experience over her, but Sam couldn’t help but think that what they’d shared had been truly special. She knew it was to her because… Well, because she loved him. It hadn’t been just sex. She’d put her entire heart into the act. And, though it was probably naive thinking on her part, she couldn’t help but think that Hank had, too.