FOREVER MINE(12)
He closed his eyes, not wanting to admit any such thing was possible, but to deny it now would be to deny his very soul. The truth of the matter was that when he’d climaxed inside of her the very first time–and all the other times after that - his entire body had gotten shaken to the core, each time plunging him into a soul-shattering truth. And every time after that had made him realize just why making love to her was so different than with any other; why he’d had to fight so valiantly for control of his senses, and why even now he wanted her again with an obsession that he could feel all the way to his gut.
He had fallen in love with her.
He wasn’t sure when it happened. More importantly, he didn’t know how it happened. All he knew was that it had happened. Granted, she was not an easy woman to love. But regardless, he loved her anyway. And at that moment he was driven with a fixation he didn’t know he had to make sure that before it was all over, she would feel the same way about him.
He wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew that she loved him as well. He glanced over at her, sleeping peacefully and looking so beautiful he could feel the gentle stirrings of possessiveness form in his stomach. He had satisfied her. She had satisfied him. They had satisfied each other. And if she thought that would be the end of it, she was sadly mistaken. Oh, he knew all about her little black book since she’d mentioned it to him on more than one occasion. And he was well aware of her wild and uninhibited, love-them-and-leave-them lifestyle. He’d also heard that when it came to casual relationships, she could dish it out just like a man could.
But all that was about to change. She was his woman. His. And he was going to make sure that she knew it.
Seven
Sonya awakened to the smell of breakfast cooking; namely pancakes, eggs, sausage and the deep robust of coffee. She shifted in bed, remembering exactly where she was.
She was in Mike’s home after spending a night making love. From the moment she had walked over the threshold, desire, as potent as anything she had ever encountered, had hung in the air, bathed her in passion and left her completely vulnerable to a man.
But not just any man. He was a man who from the first had taken her breath away. And to think she had assumed she knew most of the moves, but he had introduced her to a few more and she had willingly accepted his teachings and had gloried in the sensations they had evoked over and over again.
They had made love at the head of the bed, at the foot of the bed, beneath the covers, on top of the covers, straightway, crossways, with him on top, with her on top, practically all over the place, and each time with an intensity that even now sent a hot and fiery sensation rushing through her.
She shifted in bed and glanced around the room. Like the rest of Mike’s home, this room was nice and neatly furnished. He even had rich, silky looking draperies at the window. A fire was burning in the fireplace, reminding her of the sudden cold spell that hit Orlando yesterday morning. Valentine’s Day was next week and Jesse and Carla’s party was the week after that.
Although she felt completely wiped out, she knew that she needed to get up and take a shower. She saw Mike had placed his t-shirt and a pair of his boxers across a chair. Sliding out of bed, she chuckled, thinking he figured on her the boxers would fit like a pair of shorts.
Grabbing the clothes off the chair, she headed for the bathroom for a shower. She had been dead serious when she’d told Mike that she needed last night and today. Then that should do it. In the overall scheme of things, she figured he would be worked out of her system pretty darn good by then.
Her eyes lit up when she walked into his bathroom and saw the huge marble Jacuzzi tub. She much preferred a bubble bath to a shower. A good hot soak would do wonders for the soreness she felt in some of her muscles; they were muscles she hadn’t used in a while, and never to the extreme that Mike had enticed her to do last night.
A short while later after her bath she felt totally refreshed. She glanced down at the t-shirt and boxers she had put on and thought they fit fine. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob to the bedroom door to join Mike in the kitchen. She had thought of making up the bed but decided why bother since they would be getting back into it in a little while.
You would think that after last night she would have gotten enough, but the thought of making love to him again made her heart begin to race and her pulse rate increase. He had been everything she craved and she looked forward to indulging herself in some Mike Kelly once again.
* * *
Mike knew the moment Sonya walked into the kitchen. He turned around and leaned back against the kitchen counter, watching her approach him with a walk that was utterly sexy and downright arousing. And his t-shirt and boxers looked pretty damn good on her.
He wondered how she would handle the morning-after and from the look of things, she was handling it pretty well. His gaze zeroed in on her slightly swollen lips and it was evident where he had left his mark. But his mark was probably stamped all over her, especially between her legs.
She walked straight up to him and pressed her body seductively against his and looped her arms around his neck. “Good morning, Mike.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, drew her against him while shifting his stance so they could fit, hip to hip and thigh to thigh. Cradling his aroused body part in the apex of her thighs, he thought how good it felt there, like that’s where it belonged. After last night he was totally convinced that it did belong. “Good morning to you, too, sweetheart.”
He saw the surprise that lit her eyes with his term of endearment. Deciding that he really preferred that she not do a whole lot of thinking about it now, he lowered his head and kissed whatever she was about to say off her lips. He tried to be gentle, yet at the same time he tasted her with a hunger that he was beginning to get use to, one he doubted he would ever totally get full from. She responded, sinking further into his embrace and tightening her arms around his neck.
The thought that suddenly popped into his mind was that it wouldn’t take much for him to be driven to take her, here and now. The only saving grace was that he would have her again most of the day, but he really needed to feed her. She needed all her strength for all the bedroom activities he had planned for them later.
He reluctantly pulled his mouth back, studied her moist lips and said. “There will be plenty more where that came from later.”
She smiled and rubbed a hand against his cheek. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“Go ahead and take a chair at the table so I can feed you,” he said, deciding to shift his arms from around her waist to cup her backside.
“You don’t have to wait on me, Mike. I can fix my own plate.”
“I know you can, but I want to spoil you today since you spoiled me last night.”
She chuckled. “I think we spoiled each other.”
He knew that to be true. They had been so attuned to each other. It was as if they had intuitively fed off each other’s needs, wants and desires. And those needs, wants and desires had been overwhelming. He hadn’t known how much until they had been unleashed. They had taken each other with a passion that had built up since their first meeting, over and over as if they had needed to drive the point home that their tastes had changed. She now enjoyed vanilla and he chocolate. There could be no doubt of that anymore.
He couldn’t help remembering just how many times he had taken her, just how many orgasms they had shared during the night. He had never experienced such an outpouring of passion before in his entire life. Multiple orgasms weren’t anything he’d done a lot to brag about, and according to Sonya, for her they had been virtually non-existent. At least they had been before last night. He had stayed inside Sonya’s body so much he was beginning to think of it as a second home.
And they still had today. But he knew today wasn’t all they had, although he had a feeling that she assumed otherwise. There were several significant facts regarding their relationship that he planned to discuss with her later. He had a feeling to bring them up now would not be wise. She had this tough persona she was determined to uphold. This, I-don’t-need-a-man-for-anything-other-than-sex attitude. He had to believe she was wrong on that account and was willing to take the risk to prove that she was.
Since she simply refused to let him serve her, he took her up on her offer to help. After placing several dishes on the table, they sat down to eat. Over breakfast she once again covered the last minute details for the party. They even devised a plan to get Jesse and Carla over to his place without them suspecting a thing.
“What about a babysitter for the kids that night?” he asked while buttering his toast.
“That’s been taken care of. I’ve asked my cousin Courtney and she has agreed. Carla knows her and won’t be worried that Craig and Jessica aren’t in good hands. She’s kept the kids a couple of times before.”
He nodded. “Your cousin? The one who’s a pharmaceutical rep?”
“Yes.”
Later the two of them shared the task of cleaning up the kitchen. “Thanks for breakfast, Mike.”
“You’re welcome. You can prepare breakfast for me the next time I’m over to your place.”
The expression she gave him was one that all but said that she didn’t expect him to be over to her place for that to happen. Ignoring the look, he loaded the last plate into the dishwasher. He then reached for her hand and she pulled it back.