Flat-Out Sexy(40)

Elec replaced his fingers with his tongue, moving up one side and down  the other, detouring off the main road to lick first one thigh and then  the other just to tease and heighten her arousal. If the lift of her  hips was any indication, it worked, and after a pause where he just  exhaled onto her clitoris, he slipped his tongue inside her and was  rewarded with a healthy moan. Her fingers found their way into his hair,  which was always a telltale sign she was getting worked up nice and  good.

But her fingers were gone as quickly as they'd appeared, and stroking in  and out, Elec tried to glance up the length of her to see what she was  doing. Tamara was half raised and was taking off her bra. Score. She was  all sorts of hot and bothered if she was doing that all on her own, and  Elec refocused on what he was doing before he went cross-eyed.

He only lasted a minute, though, before curiosity got the better of him  and he looked up again. Tamara's palms were spread over her bare  breasts, lightly rubbing her nipples. Elec swallowed hard, his cock  throbbing against the bed between her knees, the sweetness of her vagina  only an inch from his mouth. That was honestly one of the sexiest  things he had ever seen, given the inhibitions Tamara sometimes showed.



Knowing if he stopped tasting her, she would stop touching, Elec flicked  his tongue slowly over her again, trying to glance up now and again to  catch the sight of her fingers caressing her full breasts. She was  breathing heavily, not moaning, just exhaling hard, panting out her  pleasure, and now that Elec knew her body, recognized the signs of her  arousal, he knew when she was getting close to having an orgasm. Her  thighs always tensed, and she got quiet, her fingers, her body all  pausing before she went over the edge, and Elec knew she was reaching  that point, so he pulled back.

Instead of rushing to fill her with his erection, he took his time,  wiping his mouth and enjoying the pink flush on her cheeks, the dilated  desire in her eyes, the way she mewled in disappointment. It was an act  of supreme willpower to not drive himself into her, but Elec wanted to  show her the tenderness he felt for her, wanted some way to convey that  this was more than sex for him, that it had been more from day one, and  had grown each minute he had spent with her.

So he pushed against her slowly, feeling her open and accept him, her  body surrounding his inch by delicious inch. Elec paused halfway to  close his eyes, to collect himself, to savor the moment.

"Elec . . ." she said, legs moving restlessly beneath him. "Please."

"Just feel how good that is," he told her, forcing his eyes open so he could stare down at her. "Us together."

Her blue eyes snapped open. She looked at him, her mouth open slightly,  her expression one of vulnerability and surprise. She knew what he was  really saying.

So he started to move inside her, deep, slow strokes that took all of her and made him feel like he was claiming her as his.

There was nothing casual about what they were doing, there never had been, and he didn't ever want to leave.

Elec moved inside her until they were both slick with sweat and Tamara's  nails dug deep grooves into his back, and their moans of pleasure came  in unison, and he had no thought other than the feel of her beneath him.

When Tamara came, she arched her back, and Elec leaned down and captured  her cry, her pleasure, with a kiss, and let his own release take him  under.

They moved and shattered together, holding each other, mouths and bodies  and minds melded in passion. Elec hovered over Tamara long after their  last shudders had passed, overwhelmed. He just stared down at her, and  she stared up at him, and he knew that they had entered a new level of  intimacy that they couldn't retreat from.

Nor did he want to.

Neither of them spoke, but eventually Elec pulled out of her and settled  in beside her on the bed. She rested her head on his chest and he slid  his arm around her shoulders.

They lay still and he stroked the soft skin above her elbow while Tamara's fingers trailed across his biceps.

Damn if his brother wasn't right.

He was in love with her.





TAMARA was lying on Elec's chest listening to his racing heart, her own  still pounding furiously from exertion and emotion. That had been  something more than she had been expecting. The look on Elec's face had  seemed, well, like he cared about her. A lot.                       
       
           



       



She was starting to admit to herself that she felt the same way about  him, whatever way that may be. But this wasn't just sex for sex's sake.

The phone ringing on her nightstand startled her. Rarely did anyone call  her house phone and she leaned over Elec to check the caller ID.

"Oh, no, it's the school calling," Tamara said, instantly worried. Stretching, she grabbed the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Hi, Mrs. Briggs, this is Judith Anderson, the secretary at Westwood Elementary. Your son missed the bus this afternoon."

Tamara expelled the breath she'd been holding. No one was bleeding. "Oh,  okay, thank you. Do you know if his sister made the bus?"

"Well, she's not here in the office, so I'm sure she got in her line and  got on the bus like she normally would. Pete went down to get his art  project and missed the bus."

"Okay." Tamara chewed her nail and sat up straighter, pulling a pillow  in front of her. It was a little disconcerting to talk to the school  secretary naked. "I guess I'll have to wait until Hunter gets home off  the bus. She'll panic if I'm not here, and I can't leave the house  unlocked either."

"I can stay here," Elec said.

"Can you have a neighbor get Hunter off the bus?" Judith asked. "Everyone leaves here in the next twenty minutes."

"Let me see if I can arrange something and I'll call you right back,"  she said, hanging up and turning back to Elec. "Ugh. Why is nothing ever  easy?"

"I can do whatever you need me to do," Elec said, already sitting up and  reaching for his jeans on the floor. "I can stay here or I can go get  Pete."

She hadn't intended to impose on him like that, but he was being nice  enough to offer and she wasn't sure what else to do. None of her  immediate neighbors were home at that time in the afternoon, and if she  called her mother-in-law, it would be iffy if she could get to the house  before Hunter got off the bus.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. Maybe it would be better if you went  and picked up Petey. I think it might freak Hunter out a little if she  gets home and I'm not here but you are. And I'll just call the school  back and tell them you're picking up Petey, and that way I can tell him,  too, so he won't be upset."

"Sounds good." Elec pulled on his T-shirt as he sat on the edge on the bed. "Just tell me where the school is."

After throwing her own clothes on, Tamara called the school back and  explained the plan to the secretary and asked to speak to Pete.

"Hello?"

Her son always sounded so adorably young on the phone. It made her smile. "I hear you missed the bus."

"I'm sorry, it was an accident. Are you mad at me?"

"No, I'm not mad at you, I just have to stay here to get Hunter off the  bus. She's too little to stay by herself and she'll be scared if she  comes home to an empty house. So Elec is coming to pick you up. You  remember Elec Monroe, right?"

"Duh, Mom, of course I do. Why is he picking me up?"

"Because he happened to stop by right when I got the phone call from  Mrs. Anderson so he offered to make my life easier and pick you up."  "Happened to stop by" was a bit inaccurate, but that was all she was  willing to offer up at the moment.

"Oh. Cool. Okay. Is he going to stay and play? I want to show him my new video game."



"You can certainly ask him."

"Okay. Bye, Mom." Petey hung up.

Thank God kids were too narcissistic to give anyone else's relationships  much thought. She raised an eyebrow at Elec. "He's cool with it."

Elec laughed. "So what is he going to ask me?"

"If you want to stay and play video games."

"That's up to you. Do you mind if I stay?"

She should, but she didn't. "No, I don't mind." In fact, she liked the  idea of her son having some guy time. She liked the idea of Elec  lingering in her house.

"Good." He gave her a kiss, the kind that made her toes curl, the kind that made her feel feminine and beautiful and loved.

Not that he loved her.

God, he would croak if he knew that had even popped into her head.

"See you in a few minutes. The school is right down the road. Just go  out of the neighborhood, turn right on the main road, and once you pass  through the stoplight, it's Westwood Elementary on the left-hand side."

"The school is that close yet it takes them thirty minutes to get home  on the bus?" Elec made a face. "It makes me carsick just thinking about  it."