Summer Heat (14 page)

“God,” he rasped. “Just
like I knew you’d be. Hot, slippery wet. Your pussy’s pulling me in, 
cher
,
do you feel it?”

The crack of thunder
shook the bed and rain began to fall over them as he thrust once and embedded
himself deeply within her.

“Yes, Aidan, I feel it.”
She found it difficult to breathe, unable to concentrate on anything except him
filling her completely. She’d assumed correctly—she 
could
 take
him all in. And it was glorious.

Never had she been
filled like this, never had a man’s cock touched her womb with such depth, such
fire. She was suddenly thankful for the inexplicable rain that moistened her
face and body, cooling the flames that scorched her.

He moved, pulling back
and thrusting slowly, his breath catching and releasing in panting moans, the
same as hers.

“Your pussy was made
for my cock. Feel how you tighten around me?”

“Yes.” She pulled his
head down, needing his mouth. His tongue entered her, teasing her with the dual
sensations of plunging heat.

She felt the buildup
already, shocked that she could possibly come again after she’d been over the
edge three times already.

Then again, this was
Aidan, and she’d discovered anything was possible with him.

Aidan couldn’t quite
believe all this was real—the sensations, the power of the storm, the sheer pleasure
of finally being inside Lissa. She was heaven and hell in one package, so sweet
and giving, so open and honest in her sexuality, and yet she tortured him like
the devil himself.

Always having thought
he was the one with the magic, he now knew he was wrong. As he pulled back and
thrust inside her repeatedly, her tight core pulsed around him. She wove a
spell of desire through his senses that he’d never experienced before.

She was his magic.

Her hips rose and
pulled him in deeper. No woman had been able to take him in completely before.
But Lissa could. She was so tight, so wet, and she fit him as if she’d been
made only for him.

Lightning arced within
the room again. Aidan couldn’t stop the elements from invading, and no longer
cared. Melissa hadn’t appeared shocked at the fact it was now raining in the
bedroom, a fact which pleased him greatly.

She accepted his magic.
Maybe not consciously, because he sensed her complete immersion in their
lovemaking. But still, she had separated that reality from the depth of their
bonding.

What would happen later
would happen. For now, she was his, he was buried inside her where he’d longed
to be and nothing else mattered.

He glanced down at her
and his chest tightened, unfamiliar emotions surfacing. She looked like an
angel, her blonde hair fanning out over the dusky pillow, her creamy body
illuminated by the lightning searing the room. Her face was flushed and damp
from the falling mist, her lips swollen from his kisses, her nipples erect.

Aidan leaned down and captured
the rigid peak of one nipple in his mouth, sucking deeply until she wound her
hands through his hair and pulled him closer. He flicked her nipple with his
tongue, rewarded with her whimpers of pleasure.

She tasted sweet all
over, from her scented skin to her honeyed pussy. He’d want to taste her again
before long. She’d come so quickly he couldn’t get enough of her juices.

But now, he fucked her.
And he loved fucking her.

She was his. Tonight,
all night, she was his.

And he couldn’t get
close enough, couldn’t seem to pull her deeply enough against him to satisfy
his hunger for her.

His cock trembled,
threatening to spill. But he willed the sensations to subside. No way was this
going to be over too quickly. Even though the logical part of him knew there’d
be more, this one time, this first time, had to last.

But Melissa was making
it difficult. Already her pussy contracted against his cock, squeezing him. She
lifted her hips and he inched more deeply inside her. His balls pulled up tight
against his body, and he knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Aidan. God, I can’t…”

Melissa’s words trailed
off and she squeezed her eyes closed. He kissed her lips, drawing her sighing
moans into his mouth. He moved faster, stroking her with more depth.

“Yes, like that, oh,
yes,” she cried, her legs clenched tight around his waist, her hips bucking
against him.

He reached underneath
and gathered her close, his hands closing over her ass and fitting her even
tighter against him. She moaned long and low as his pubic bone brushed her
clit.

“C’mon 
cher
,”
he whispered, nearly incapable of speech. “Come on my cock.”

She screamed and
climaxed, the contractions clamping over his shaft and squeezing. He gave up
the struggle to maintain control and let the storm rumbling inside him free.

The elements opened up
around them and rain pummeled them, lightning shot against the walls like a
laser beam out of control, and thunder lifted the bed off the ground. Melissa’s
screams mingled with the crescendo of the storm and his groans of release. His
orgasm was relentless, pouring his essence inside her, mingling with her juices
until they were drenched in their fluids. He’d never felt so complete, so
satisfied, in his life.

Moments later he
collapsed on top of her, completely drained. She lay still, her eyes closed.
Aidan struggled to regain the control he’d lost. He closed his eyes and
reversed the storm until the room dried and all was in its place.

He withdrew and pulled
Melissa against him. She sighed contentedly and rested her head on his shoulder.
The ache of tenderness he felt when he wrapped his arms around her scared the
shit out of him.

She opened her eyes
briefly, smiling up at him with a half curve of her lips. She looked supremely
satisfied. Then she drifted to sleep in an instant.

Aidan pondered the
ceiling where moments ago bolts of lightning had shot around them.

He’d never lost it so
completely before, never let the storm take over. But this time he had.

And it was because of
Melissa. Somehow and in so many ways, she’d gotten to him. Not just physically,
but emotionally.

The word destiny
appeared like a neon sign before his eyes, but he forced it away.

She wasn’t his destiny.
She was fun, beautiful, and a tigress in the bedroom, but that was all she’d be
to him. He wasn’t ready for any so called destiny, wasn’t ready to settle down
and certainly wouldn’t do it with Melissa Cross.

No matter how he felt
about her.

And how the hell 
did
 he
feel about her?

Dammit. He was over
thinking everything again. Clearly Melissa only wanted sex from him, which was
the same thing he wanted. She’d never told him she was emotionally involved
with him, not like some women did. All she’d said tonight was that she wanted
him.

For fucking, not for
life.

Why not just enjoy
their time together, and when she went back to Boston his life could resume as
it had before she came?

Ignoring the nagging
pang of loss that hit him square in the chest at the thought of Melissa
leaving, he pulled her closer, kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.

Melissa woke with a
start and opened her eyes.

The first gray light of
dawn peeked in through the wood blinds of the bedroom. Someone breathed against
her neck. She sighed with contentment, wriggling deeper under the covers and
against the hot, hard body behind her.

A very warm Aidan
shifted and pulled her closer. She shivered when his chest hairs brushed her
back. His palm cupped her left breast, his thumb lazily tracing her nipple.

She held her breath,
pleasure spiraling to her core. How she could get even remotely excited after
last night’s sex fest was beyond her, but sure enough she was aroused. She
waited, thinking he was awake, but his steady, even breathing led her to
believe he fondled her in his sleep.

Even in sleep, he
touched her, excited her, made her wet.

Slowly, so as not to
wake Aidan, she moved her palm over the sheets. They were dry. But last night
it had rained in this room. A hard, soaking rain. Lightning had cracked against
the walls, and thunder had shook the bed.

And yet as she looked
around, nothing seemed out of place. There were no dark holes in the plaster,
no moisture permeated the room and the bed was exactly where it had been when
Aidan first placed her on it last night. She was dry, as was Aidan, as were the
bedcovers.

Had she dreamed a
thunderstorm in the bedroom? Could Aidan be such an outstanding lover that not
only had the earth moved, but he’d fucked her until she broke out into a
drenching sweat?

No, that wasn’t it.
Something definitely happened in here last night, and it wasn’t a dream. But
how was she going to ask Aidan about it? She stifled a laugh at the look on his
face if she asked him if it had rained in his bedroom last night.

He’d think she was
insane. Maybe she was.

Aidan groaned and
rubbed her nipple again. Sparks shot south and her juices flowed. His suddenly
growing erection pressed against her rear. Instinctively, she moved against
him, rewarded when he pushed against her, his shaft sliding between her legs.

“Good morning,” he
whispered into the nape of her neck. When he kissed her neck, she shivered,
then moaned when he lightly nipped the soft spot.

“Morning,” she replied,
scooting her backside against his cock.

In an instant he was
fully hard and probing between the folds of her pussy. She arched forward and
he slid easily inside, filling her.

She gasped at the
sensation, whimpered when he began to move against her. He thrust unhurriedly,
languorously, digging his fingers into her hip.

The room grew hot and
humid despite the air conditioning. Soon they were soaked in sweat, their slick
bodies sliding against each other.

There were so many
things she wanted to talk to him about, questions she had to ask, but not now.
Now he filled her, fucked her, and she was so wrapped up in his thrusts hitting
that sweet spot inside her that she couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

Aidan reached around
and tangled his fingers in her moist down, searching until he found her clit.
She jumped at the first contact of his fingertip against her sensitive flesh,
sparks of pleasure squeezing her pussy around him.

“Oh yeah, baby, that’s
nice,” he said through a groan. The hairs on his legs brushed the backs of her
thighs, tickling her already sensitized nerve endings. Her skin was so attuned
to his touch, each of his movements brought her closer to the pinnacle.

“Fuck me faster,
Aidan,” she demanded. He complied, his strokes punishing and hard. But she
loved it, rejoicing in the feel of him slamming deep inside her.

He intensified the
caress of his fingers on her clit and she cried out her ecstasy. Her climax
washed over her, hard and quick. Aidan came along with her, his fingers digging
into her hips as he held her in place.

Neither of them seemed
in a hurry to get up. Aidan continued to leisurely stroke her hip, her legs,
her breasts, all the while applying gentle kisses to her shoulder and neck. The
room cooled and settled, the humidity and heat that permeated the air a few
moments ago now gone. Still, he stayed inside her, his penis slowly softening.
Aidan seemed reluctant to break the connection between them.

If she had her way,
they’d stay together like this for hours. Much as she’d love to cuddle in bed
with him all day, and the day after that, she knew her idyllic time was nearly
up. There were questions that needed answering.

How would Aidan react
to her questions?

Finally, he backed
away, the loss of his shaft making her feel empty inside.

“Hungry?” he asked as
she rolled over to face him. He grinned like a kid who’d just been given the
best present of his life.

She tried for a smile,
unsure how things would play out now. “Sure.”

“I’m gonna shower, then
I’ll fix breakfast. You can take one with me if you’d like.”

She laughed at his
wicked expression and looked down at his semi-hard penis. It waved a friendly
greeting as if to let her know that Aidan wasn’t quite finished with her yet.
“I’d love to.”

He held out his hand
and helped her off the bed, then led her into his bathroom.

The bathroom was
spacious and very lovely. Cream and beige marble swirled along the countertop and
double sinks. A huge whirlpool tub cornered the room below a double window with
white plantation shutters. The shower was separate but quite roomy.

Melissa eyed the tub,
wishing she had the time to indulge in a good soak. Her muscles ached all over,
no doubt due to the sexual olympics she and Aidan had engaged in last night.

He started to reach
inside to flip the shower on, then noticed her longing glances at the bathtub.
“Feel like a whirlpool and a hot soak instead?”

Was the man a mind
reader or did she wear her desires on her face like a beacon? “If you don’t
mind. You can shower, of course. I’ll just sit in the tub for a few minutes if
that’s all right.”

He laughed and closed
the shower door. “What? And miss the opportunity to take a bath with you? Do I
look stupid?”

She giggled, suddenly
feeling very girly and warm inside. And how dumb was that? He’d just offered to
bathe with her, which in no way resembled a declaration of his undying love.

Really, she’d have to
get a lot less emotional about all this. Before she ended up in serious
trouble.

As the tub filled, she
grabbed her hair clip and wound her hair up into a bun.

Aidan got in first and
held out his hand. She stepped in and he positioned himself with his back
against the edge of the tub. Then he pulled her down in front of him, her back
resting against his chest. He turned on the whirlpool jets. They pounded
against her muscles, giving her a deep massage.

With a contented sigh
she sank into the water up to her breasts. Aidan twined his legs around hers,
tickling her feet with his toes.

Admittedly, this was a
little slice of heaven. The warm water eased her aching muscles, and the man
sitting behind her didn’t hurt how she felt at all.

“You’re so much smaller
than me,” he murmured.

She gazed down through
the clear water and saw his long legs stretched out way past her feet. “Isn’t
it supposed to be that way? Or do you prefer Amazon women who are much taller
than you so they can throw you down and screw your brains out?”

He laughed, deep and
baritone. It rumbled through her body and she hitched a breath at the pure
delight in feeling his joy.

“Now wouldn’t that be
something?” he said. “Do you see me as craving the Amazon type of woman?”

Actually she didn’t see
him as craving any type of woman but her. And that thought instantly shocked
her. “No.”

“Me either.” He picked
up a thick sponge and squeezed, dribbling water over her shoulders. “You wanna
know what type of woman I crave?”

Did she really want to
find out he preferred petite brunettes? “Sure.”

“Tall, cool blondes
with long legs and athletic bodies really push my buttons,” he whispered
against her ear.

She smiled down at the
water. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He reached up
and caressed her breasts, the warm water and his hot hands searing her. “And
pert breasts with sensitive nipples.”

“Mmm, good to know.”
She reached up and caressed his neck, arching her back against his chest. His
thumbs circled her nipples, plucking at them until they hardened to stiff, pink
peaks. His erection pressed between the cheeks of her ass, probing against her
as he undulated his hips.

“Turn around,” he
commanded, helping her adjust so that she faced him. Water spilled over the
full tub as she wriggled into position on his lap. She wrapped her legs around
his back, his cock pressing intimately against her mound.

Aidan’s lips curled
into a devilish smile and he moved against her, tickling her clit with his
penis. Instinctively she arched against him, wanting to prolong the delicious
sensations.

“You like that?” he
asked.

“My toes are curling.
What do you think?”

He grasped her buttocks
in his hands and pulled her closer. “Hmm, curling your toes already and I’m not
even inside you. Damn, I’m good.”

Melissa pursed her lips
and arched a brow. “That remains to be seen, doesn’t it?”

His eyes darkened and
his fingers pressed into her hips. “Or felt?”

“Yes.”

Adjusting a bit, he
leaned forward and captured her nipple between his lips, sucking it inside his
heated mouth. When he twirled his tongue around the sensitized peak, she arched
her back, driving her pussy against his shaft.

He laved her nipple
with his tongue, then gave the other breast the same treatment until she
grasped his shoulders and whimpered.

“Are you ready for
me, 
cher
?” he whispered, driving her crazy by moving his head side
to side, licking both her nipples. His rough beard scratched against the tender
surface of her breasts, heightening the exquisite pleasure.

“Yes. Fuck me, Aidan.”

“Oh, not this time. I
want you to fuck me.”

In her position on top
of him she had the control. She shuddered and lifted up, grasping his rigid
cock in her hands and lowering herself on top of him. She hesitated, watching
his look of anticipation. Then she dipped down, her outer lips covering the tip
of his penis.

His devastating smile
spoke of sexual pleasures she hadn’t begun to experience. But she would,
starting right now.

She sank down in the
water, his thick shaft entering her inch by delicious inch until she sat fully
on his lap. In this position he felt huge inside her and she rocked against
him, sparks of pleasure shooting into her core.

Aidan closed his eyes
and leaned his head back against the tub. “Oh, yeah, baby, I like that.”

So did she. Liked it so
much her entire body felt alive, every nerve and muscle captured by the magic
of their connection. She lifted and slid down over him again, developing a
rhythm of raising and lowering until water sloshed over the tub and all over
the tile floor. The water churned like crashing waves against her body,
swirling and massaging her skin.

When she slowed down so
as not to spill more water, Aidan latched on to her hips and lifted her higher,
then slammed her down onto his cock, seeming not to care that they were soaking
the floor of the bathroom.

The deep contact drew a
gasp from her and she moaned her pleasure. She threw her head back and rode him
faster. Aidan pushed his hips up, fitting even more of his glorious length
inside her.

Leaning forward, she
palmed his face and pressed her lips against his, rewarded with his guttural
moan. He captured her mouth and plunged his tongue inside. She threaded her
fingers in the dark hairs of his chest, seeking and finding the flat male
nipples When she brushed her thumbs over them they rose hard against her
fingers. She smiled against his lips and he laughed, low and husky, then
tortured her in return by driving his shaft ever deeper inside her. She
whimpered against his mouth.

“Please, Aidan,” she
cried.

When he reached between
her legs and searched through the down of hair covering her mound, she
shivered.

“Is that what you’re
begging for, 
cher
?”

She moaned her answer
and he trailed his fingers over the sensitive outer lips of her pussy.

“Quit teasing me.”

“Oh, but I love to
tease you. And you like it, don’t you?”

“No.” His questing
fingers fell short of the mark, and she knew he did it on purpose. The man knew
exactly where to touch her to send her over the edge.

“Tell me what you want,
Lissa.”

“I need to come,
Aidan.”

He thrust harshly
against her, her pussy contracting around him with a fury of its own.