Divine Phoenix(Divine Creek Ranch 10)(74)
Chapter Eighteen
“Why?” Duh!
“Because then I’ll know you’re safe.”
“Oh.” Damn!
“And also because this could be the last night you spend here for a little while and I intend to make love to you. No lights, on your terms, but I’m making love to you tonight. Go do what you need to do.”
His expression was serious, not playful or uncertain. This more demanding side of his heretofore easygoing nature made her want to throw herself at him. Lily couldn’t even feel her feet as she nodded and walked to her room.
Pulling open her closet door, she removed several tops, folded and stacked them on the bed, then went to the chest of drawers. The shower came on down the hall, and she sighed when the bathroom door closed without him ordering her into it with him. Refusing him would’ve felt awful. Oh, but saying yes would feel wonderful!
She pulled out one of her suitcases and filled it with the clothing and other items she would need. She heard him moving around the bathroom, and she pictured him lathering his wide chest with the soap and washcloth, his strong hands efficient and quick in their work.
Her pussy warmed as she thought of how she’d take her time washing him. She’d lather her bare hands and smooth the soap over the wide expanse of his shoulders, following every dip and curve of his muscular frame. Hot moisture seeped from her cunt as she imagined sliding her hands down his chest and his abdomen to the cock insistently jutting out at her.
She would wrap her hand around his rock-hard shaft and stroke its length to the bulbous head. She shuddered, and another wave of longing heated her core.
With JT, she’d never reached this level of heightened arousal. In the beginning, lovemaking with him had been incredible, but it had gradually turned into something ugly. He’d grown demanding and she’d believed if she just tried a harder, she’d be able to make him happy. The night before she’d left him she remembered feeling guilty for turning down sex because she’d been nauseated and achy. He’d looked her dead in the eye.
“You know that if I really wanted to fuck your lazy ass, it wouldn’t matter if you wanted it or not, right?” His lip had curled in disgust. “I don’t know why I stay with you. You don’t take care of me or the house worth a shit. You’ve let yourself go.” He’d known exactly where her most vulnerable areas were, namely her body image and full figure.
“Except for the fact that you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose and Dirk would get all pissy if I got rid of our bookkeeper without providing a replacement first, I’d divorce your ass. You got your reprieve. I’ll jack off in the shower, but the next time I tell you to spread ’em and make those tits bounce, you’d better fucking do it.”
She’d known he’d meant it, too. His words had been designed to cut her to the bone, and they had, with laser-like precision. Any other woman might feel proud to know that she excelled at oral sex, but JT said things like that because he knew it would hurt her feelings. She’d tried hard for years to please him, and all she’d ever received were backhanded compliments. And like a fool, she’d promised herself that she’d fuck him so good, so hard the following night that he would appreciate her for once.
The knock on the doorframe startled her from further ruminations, and Lily slammed the door once more on those memories. Clay stood there, hips wrapped in his towel, droplets of water glistening on his shoulders. His tremendously thick sex was upright and lying against his hip at an angle, clearly outlined behind the damp towel.
When she drew near, he lifted her hand to his lips, then murmured, “Don’t forget your robe. I’ll be waiting in the bedroom.”
Lily wondered if it was a figment of her imagination that she could feel heat radiating from his bare skin or if her entire body was blushing. His smile was tender as he laid one more quick kiss on her knuckles, and she saw a hint of playfulness in his eyes before he padded down the hall to his bedroom. The difference between this man and the one she’d left was positively jarring. She’d never been able to please JT. Clay gave her the impression that her mere presence in his home pleased her. The craving to please Clay increased inside her one hundredfold.
Since she’d already bathed, she hurriedly undressed and donned the robe, refusing to glance in the mirror and be visually reminded of the mark on her lower abdomen. Without any sexy lingerie to change into, the process didn’t take that long. Her whole body quivered, and she felt her sex swell and ache as she turned to the bedroom door and opened it.
All the lights were off in the house, with the exception of a dim light coming from his bedroom, guiding her footsteps. Her legs ached a little and she knew she’d probably stiffen up overnight but she reasoned that she’d never do that to herself again. It had been worth it for the realization that had followed.