Secret Delights (Lingerie Series) (5 page)

“You miss him.” Sloane didn’t pull
away as I talked about Michael, instead his hand moved down my arm and he took
my hand in his, squeezing. As if to reassure me or give me comfort.

Tears welled up in my eyes from his
compassion. “I miss my friend. When it all comes down to it that’s what Michael
was to me.” The stream rolled from my eyes. “I always knew I was settling for
him. Just settling. I don’t know if it was because I didn’t feel I had many
other options or because he was comfortable and dependable.”

“Does it matter? You all were happy,
right? And you had a beautiful, talented little boy.”

“Yes. Yes.” All that was true. I
swiped at my cheeks but the tears kept coming. “But there was never, never…” My
thoughts seem to get hung up on that word and I couldn’t get past it to say
what my body and guts were daring me to say. “Never any—”

“This.” His only word before he
pulled me to him and lowered his head until his lips met mine.

Rockets and explosions went off in
my head. I felt dizzy like I was hanging upside down for too long, but I didn’t
care. I clutched at his clothing with both hands, holding him to me.

Sloane’s kiss was bold and
electrifying.

I could feel my toes curling against
the cool tile. The sweep of his tongue along mine took my breath away and I
moaned. To my own ears it sounded deep and throaty like one of those women in a
1940’s movie. The ones in the passionate embrace by some man that was too
devastatingly attractive and brazen for his or the woman’s own good. And I ate
up every moment of it.

His tongue pushed in and out of my
mouth, forcing me to take it, and I clung to him hard. One of his arms wrapped
around my waist and his other hand cupped my ass, dragging me forward as he
lifted my feet from the floor. I could feel the impression of his hardening
cock against my clit and I grinded against him.

Aching and overwrought with emotions,
I needed this man.

He groaned.

Damn, how his heavy vibrations from
his chest rumbled against me, igniting the heat in my nipples.

I gasped when the cold counter
kissed my thighs.

Sloane’s lips moved from my mouth,
to lay kisses along my cheeks. When the tip of his tongue traced a path of one
of my tears, I became all gooey inside.

That was the only way I could think
about the melting feeling of my core as I sat there on my clean counter and
allowed the overwhelming man to soothe my emotions.

 “Better?” His eyes were dark,
intense like the troubled Atlantic sea in a storm and his voice was husky with
need.

The same need I was feeling. “No.” I
ran my hand over his chest, feeling the fierce pounding of his heart.

A scowl appeared on his face. Not
out of misunderstanding of my words, but more like he was wrestling with his
own internal thoughts.

“What do you want, Gabrielle? What
would make you feel better?”

“You.” That was the only word I
could think of to answer both questions. I wanted like I’d never wanted before.
I wanted hope that there could be passion in my life. I wanted to know that a
man could desire me. I wanted to dream again about happily-ever-afters and
being part of a couple that grew old together as they watched over their
grandkids.

Not that I believed
this
one
night with
this
man would end that way but he would be a start. “Make
love to me, Sloane.”

He didn’t move. His hands rested on
the counter beside me and he stared down into my face. “Sweetheart, if you’re
looking for the soft, quiet and mild kind of loving…I’m not the man for that.
Not right now I’m not. If you weren’t aware, I’m hard for you.”

I lowered my gaze to his mouth, not
because of his words, but the power of the moment was too much to take in.

“Look at me?”

Lifting my gaze, I met his.

“I don’t want you to misunderstand
what I am saying. It’s not because I just see you as some woman I can get my
rocks off with. But I desire
you
to the point I’m going out of my mind
and I want… No, I
need
to take you to erotic bedlam with me.”

I laughed. Literally, bubbles of joy
and excitement burst inside of me and I couldn’t hold back.

Not offended by my reaction, he
winked at me. “If you want that too, beautiful, take off your shirt.”

Beautiful
. I loved hearing him call me that.
I wondered how he’d feel when he saw the stretch marks on my stomach. I may
have been a lot smaller now than I was even before I had my son, but there were
certain things that just never went away. Since Michael and I always had sex in
the darkness of our bedroom, he hadn’t even seen me fully naked.

Not the way Sloane was about to in
the bright light of my kitchen.

“You want to take this upstairs?” I
tried to be seductive, as I ran my hands over his wide shoulders.

“Later.” Reaching out, he grabbed
the hem of my tank top and lifted. “I told you I wasn’t looking for the
conventional.”

Before my next breath I was topless,
perched on the counter with my ample breasts spilling over the cups of my black
Bettina Lace Push-up Bra
.

“Damn, sweetheart, you just keep
getting better.” His gaze was hot and bright at he took in my revealed upper
body.

My cheeks felt warm, I knew I was
half a compliment away from doing one of those silly school girl things like
blushing. “Thanks.”

He winked at me then kissed me.

His hands were on me again, stroking
my skin. Every one of his touches seemed to blaze a trail directly to my clit.
I was throbbing with every beat of my heart, especially my sex. I squirmed
around on the counter unable to keep still.

Sloane placed a hand on one of my
thighs, squeezing and gliding up.

Yes, my body whispered. I knew where
his touch could lead and I wanted to feel him there.

His kisses rained down over my chin
to my breasts. He licked over the swells, so close to my nipples, I whimpered.

Then both of his palms were on the
center of my thighs and he was pushing them open. With the short jean skirt I
wore, they only parted so wide, but enough for him to cup my sex.

“Your pussy has soaked your
panties.” He rose slightly and rested his lips along the shell of my ear. “I
can’t wait to taste all that cream covering your pussy.”

Fuck
. I started to shake at his words.
If he continued to talk such naughtiness in that deep timbre of his I could
actually come just from that.

He pressed my clit and I jumped.

“Sensitive.” He stated it as fact.

It was a news flash to me. All the
sexually aware years of my life, it had always taken me a moment to get warmed
up and going. Even when I masturbated. Reason I had to have toys that vibrated
so they would push me to my point quick. Having to care for a child on my own,
it didn’t leave me much time for self pleasure.

“I think it’s more you than me,” I
confessed.

“Then let’s see how good my skills
are.” His fingers breached past the edge of my panties and stroked my bare
flesh.

“Smooth and wet, just how I like
it.”

There he went again with those damn
words. I could feel myself starting to unravel. I wanted to hold back, his
touch felt so good I didn’t want it to end.

“Please,” I begged. I was losing my
sanity fast.

Gliding up through my slick sex, he
circled my clit and I fought against the hem of my skirt. I wanted to open
further, feel his touch more.

Seeming to comprehend my
frustration, he grabbed one of my legs and raised it until my heel rested on
the counter and then the other. It didn’t spread my thighs any further but
angled my hips. Then he kissed a hot trail down to my breasts and dipped his
tongue in the crease.

The sensation of him licking and
caressing me made me weak and powerful at the same time.

When he pressed a finger inside of
me, I tilted my head back against the cabinet and moaned. “Yes.”

His finger slid deeper then pulled
away. A second thick finger joined the first, working into me.

I cried out and clutched his
shoulder.

Then he curved those digits forward
in just the right angle as he stroked between my tight cupped breasts with his
tongue. He was fucking me, my breasts and sex.

I thrust against his hand as it
pumped into my pussy.

The trembling in my core sent fierce
electric pulses through my limbs as my orgasm built hard and fast. When his
thumb joined in the play, fondling my clit, I climaxed.

Right there on my counter, in my
kitchen with my thighs spread like a wanton woman, I was screaming and
thrashing and very pleased.

Sloane continued to slide his fingers
in and out of me slowly, as if subduing my raging hormones gently.

When my breathing was less of a
panting and closer to normal, I opened my eyes. I expected to see a smug
expression on his face, having taken me into paradise, but there wasn’t. His
gaze was intense, but his features were relaxed as if he’d taken some pleasure
in watching me get mine.

I lowered my gaze to his cock.

“Oh, have no doubt, sweetheart, I
still want you.”

I smiled at his bold evidence
restrained behind his slacks. “I’m glad.”

His shirt was balled tight in my
fist and I was shocked it hadn’t been ripped while I was in the throes of
ecstasy.

He kissed my lips as he removed his
hand from between my thighs. Leaning away slightly, he was too close for me to
see anything but his eyes.

But, I could smell the scent of my
own sex and knew he lifted his fingers. He slipped them between his lips and
sucked, groaning as if he were consuming a delicious treat.

The back of his knuckles brushed my
mouth and smeared a little juice onto my lips. Feeling bold, I licked my bottom
lip and tasted my own salty, sweet essence.

“You are going to drive me mad.” He
kissed me and lifted me from the counter.

I wrapped my arms and legs around
him, grinding my sex against his hard cock. Letting him know what I wanted.

He squeezed my ass and pressed
harder to my pussy.

Just that quick, I was smoking with
desire again.

Pulling his mouth away, he said,
“Let’s get to a more advantageous space.” He rained kisses over my shoulder as
he walked us into the living room.

He allowed me to slide down his
body, until my feet were on the floor before he sat down on the couch.  “Take
off skirt.”

I felt a little odd, and
uncomfortable standing there while he was fully dressed still. He’d unbuttoned
a few buttons of his shirt but nothing else.

“I don’t want to be the only one
nude here. Remove your shirt first, please.”

“You got it.” In seconds both his
shirt and undershirt were flung over the back of the couch. “Now you.”

I laughed at his bravado.

My heart was racing but I unfastened
the metal button of my skirt. But before just shoving it down my legs, I
paused. I’d never stripped for a man and I wanted to do this slowly, if not
right. Raising my gaze, I kept my focus on his face. I was glad I did when I
noticed the heat growing in his gaze as he watched me swaying my hips from side
to side. Rocking like a pendulum, I made sure he got a show until my skirt
landed at my feet on the carpet.

I stepped away from my clothes and
waited.

“Absolutely lovely,” he said as he stared
at the matching boy shorts to my bra.

I always liked pretty lingerie, but
now I actually felt sexy in it.

Spinning on my heels, I turned so
that he could see the back—sheer mesh.

“Your perfect ass is only second to
your glorious breasts. Your beautiful face is in a class all by itself.”

I gazed at him over my shoulder.
Such pretty, sweet words from a big and imposing man. He made me feel
cherished, bodacious and special.

“I’m glad you like.”

“I do.” He leaned forward and took
hold of my hips. Brushing his lips over the edge of my panties, he gently
guided me around until I was facing him again. Then hooked his thumbs under the
delicate material and dragged them down my legs.

I stood there trembling with
excitement.

“Part your legs for me.” His voice
was strained as if it was a struggle for him to speak.

Stepping one foot out, I widened my
stance. My heart fluttered, in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Something my late husband refused to perform. Before I could question him,
Sloane pulled me forward and placed his mouth on my sex. Not shy or timid about
it, he fused his mouth to my sex and sucked. Drawing me between his lips then
pressing his tongue over my clit.

The bold sweep shook my soul.