It Must Have Been the Mistletoe(61)

With a wink, she took both it and the long, hard length of his dick in hand. Before she sheathed him, she swirled her tongue around the velvet head, making him groan.

“Sit up,” she told him. He raised a brow but didn’t question the order. He shifted upright, his abs rippling at the move, so his back was against the couch.

Rita straddled him.

Loving the power, the intensity the position afforded her, she slowly, ever so slowly, impaled herself on his rigid shaft. With a moan, she arched her back. Eyes closed, she whimpered as he took the hint, his tongue and fingers working her nipples while she locked her legs behind his waist.

Body to body, face-to-face, eye to eye, they rode the building pleasure higher and higher. The intensity climbed, winding tighter. Her breath came in gasps now as Rita tried to hold out, to hold back the crashing waves of desire.

Tyler shifted his hands from her breasts to grip her hips, guiding her up and down, in and out. Faster and faster. The climax was there, just beyond her reach. With every plunge, she added a little undulation, trying to reach it. Tyler’s head fell back against the couch, his eyes closed. His fingers bit into her flesh.

One more thrust was all it took. Rita cried out with the power of her orgasm. Her body shook and her breath caught tight in her chest as she tried to extract every drop of delight from the moment.

Tyler’s body stiffened, his hips lifting off the floor as he exploded in his own climax. Rita wrapped her thighs tighter around his hips, her feet locked behind his back as she collapsed against his chest.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Rita’s breath calmed, and her brain started to clear as she listened to Tyler’s heart pound against her ear.

“Now that,” he breathed, running his hand over her hair, “is what I love about sex.”





6




WHILE HER BODY WAS FEELING pretty awesome, Rita still watched the familiar Virginia roads flying by with mixed emotions.

She should be on top of the world. She’d spent the past two nights with a sexy, amazingly inventive lover whom she’d crushed on for years. She’d earned enough money selling toys to pay off the victrola and get her sisters a few more things as well.

So why was she bumming?

She watched an exit sign fly by, recalling that her parents had performed in a center right down that road. Her sisters had sung a duet. And Rita? As usual, she of no talent was out front, handing out flyers and selling CDs. But hey, she recalled with bitter glee, she’d sold the hell out of those CDs.

“What’s wrong?” Tyler’s question pulled her from her odd reverie.

Rita’s gaze flew to his. How did she explain years of doubts to a man who’d never had one? As usual, when faced with sharing her failings, Rita sidestepped right into flirtation.

“Wrong?” she repeated, making the word sound like a naughty proposition. “I’m loose, limber and satisfied. Sweetie, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Tyler’s grin flashed, but faded just as fast.

“You’re still upset,” he insisted. “Why?”

Rita wrinkled her nose. “What’re you? Mr. Introspection? Did you want to share our emotions? Maybe talk about our future?”

“Maybe we could chat about genital warts or prostate exams instead.” He glanced over with a smile. One of those special smiles that could melt her heart and turn her insides to goo.

“Even that’d be more interesting than what’s mucking around in my head.”

He gave her a quick look. Those gorgeous blue eyes said he was concerned, he cared, and he wanted to make her feel good.

Rita’s heart danced along with the holiday song ringing through the truck’s speakers.

“C’mon, Rita. Aren’t we more than hot, wild sex? What’s wrong?”

Yes, they were more than sex. Which was a little scary. “Nothing, really. We used to live in this area. Just for a few months.”

“That’s it? A few months?”

“You know we moved a lot before my parents settled in Ponder Hill, right?”

“Sure.”

“It wasn’t bad, really. I mean, we met a ton of people, saw most of the country. I can even credit selling all those sex toys to that.” She gave a little smile. “At least half of the people on my social networks that showed up to buy goodies were people I’d met way back when.”

“And you kept in touch all these years?”

“Of course. I like people.”

From the look on Tyler’s face, that was a concept he just didn’t get.

“Don’t you keep in touch with old friends? Like Benny. You were hanging out with him, right?”

Tyler gave a weird grimace, then shrugged. “Not much. I’d rather spend time on the bikes, working and trying to drum up more business, than sit around talking about days gone by.”