Love & Curses(11)

Leaning down, he placed hot kisses up the inside of her thigh. When he reached her panties, he ran his tongue over them sucking at her core through the lace.

She was already so wet, so ready for him she ached. “Ah, God, Andy! Take them off. I need to feel you inside me.”

He groaned. In a swift motion, he grasped the thin waistband and yanked, the flimsy material ripping and falling off her. Not giving her a chance to catch her breath, he settled his mouth over her opening, his tongue darting in and out, tasting her, consuming her. His thumb caressed her sensitive bud, and he drove her relentlessly over the edge. Jamming her fingers into his hair, she cried out as the climax racked her body, wave after delicious wave leaving her quivering with satisfaction.

As she lay in a delightful haze, her core still tingling from pleasure, the warmth of his body left her, and she realized he’d stood. Releasing his belt, Alex shucked his jeans and boxers and grabbed a condom from the back pants pocket. He shifted his gaze to her, and heat flooded through her once again.

A sculpted chest and abs weren’t the only thing he had been hiding under his clothes. His thick erection jutted proudly, and her mouth watered. Moving to her knees, Calista reached for him, encircling his girth. “My turn.”

“You don’t have to.”

She looked up at him. “No, but I want to. Very much.”

Setting her other hand on his hip, she pulled him near, and closed her mouth around him, tasting the salty droplets that were his essence. Good Lord, she’d never been so turned on in her life.

Andy watched her, no veil on his emotions, only love filling his face. The sight made her want to please him all the more. This was the man she wanted in her life a long time. Like forever. She worked her mouth over him, from base to tip, until he thrust his hips with her motions.

“Damn, it’s too good.” He pulled her to her feet. “I want to be inside you when I come, Calista. Now.”

“Yes.”

He made quick work of covering himself with the condom, eased her back onto the couch, and plunged inside her in one swift motion, taking her breath away. He stilled for a moment and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Andy?”

Opening his eyes, he stared back at her. “This is everything to me. Everything I’ve been waiting a year for. I need you to know….” He gritted his teeth. “I––”

“I know. I feel the same way.”

He exhaled a short burst of air and kissed her, a long, searing kiss that sent her head spinning. Slowly, he moved inside her. Each bump of his hips against hers created a rush of decadent heat to dance along her limbs.

It was too much. She needed more. She thrust back, picking up the pace until they were both frantic with need. Tension coiled deep within her core, and her muscles contracted around him until she knew nothing but the feel of him making love to her. Release swept over her, a kaleidoscope of colors and lights flashing behind her eyes as she fell over the edge of oblivion. Above her, Andy thrust once more and then jerked.

“Calista,” he growled, his body shuddering.

His release played out, he dropped to one elbow next to her, his weight on top of her warm and reassuring. As he panted, he grinned down at her. Sweat dotted his brow, but his smoldering eyes told of a satisfied man.

He kissed her cheek and rose from the couch. When he turned, she caught sight of his back and stifled a gasp. Oh crap. He shuffled down the hallway, the bathroom door clicking shut.

A few minutes later, he returned. Somewhere, he’d found a comforter. Rising, she took his hand and turned him away from her. She bit her lower lip at the sight of the angry welts scoring his shoulders down to his thighs. The whipping piano wires had down quite a job on him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He eased back around, the movement causing obvious discomfort. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” She winced. “Did I hurt you while we…?”

He chuckled. “Absolutely not. Sweetheart, I had so much adrenaline going, all I felt was you.”

She eyed him, trying to determine the truthfulness of his words. “Okay. Because I would’ve felt horrible if I’d caused you more pain after you saved my life.”

“No worries.” Clasping her hand, he pressed a kiss to her fingers and pulled her down to the couch with him. He dragged the blanket over them as he snuggled next to her and wrapped her in his arms.

She relished the feel of his embrace, a wisp of guilt swirling through her at the thought of what he might’ve endured to give her the pleasure she’d enjoyed.

“I’m good.” He dropped a kiss on her temple. “Better than good.” Toying with her hair, sifting his fingers through the strands in long gentle strokes. He paused and then brushed his palm over her shoulder. “What’s this?”