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Authors: Desiree Holt

BOOK: DeliciousDanger

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“Gorgeous,” he said, then turned her around.

His hands reached around to cup her breasts while his tongue
traced the line of her spine all the way down to her waist. Then back up again
as his hand gripped and molded the full mounds.

“Move with me,” he murmured against her neck and walked her
into the bedroom, the two of them moving as one. He stopped before the big
mirror over the dresser. “Look at us, Red. Look in the mirror.”

She raised her eyes and a surge of lust boiled through her
so furiously her panties were soaked and her pulse beat like a jungle drum. The
throbbing in her cunt pounded through her. The heat in his eyes was so intense
it almost burned her, but more than that, the image of her half naked with his
hands holding her breasts nearly brought her to her knees.

Rick dropped his hands and reached for hers, placing them
beneath her breasts where his had been.

“Hold them for me, pretty girl. Hold them out like that.”

She cupped them as if offering them to him, and really,
wasn’t that what she was doing?

In the mirror she watched Rick strip off his shirt. Her
mouth watered at the sight of his naked chest, a thick mat of hair covering it
everywhere except where the scar lay like an angry slash. She pushed from her
mind all thoughts of the danger he’d been in and focused only on the here and
now.

He moved up against her, the hard wall of his chest pressing
against her back, his hands sliding around to find the snap on her jeans.

Pop.
It opened.

Zzzzz!
He tugged the zipper down and spread the
fabric of the jeans, the bright red of her bikini panties showing. Somehow that
seemed more erotic than if she’d been completely naked.

“Kick off your shoes,” he whispered as he bent his mouth to
her shoulder.

Still holding her breasts, Kelly toed off her shoes without
untying them and kicked them away. Rick gripped the fabric at the waist of her
jeans and slowly tugged it down, sliding it down her thighs until it pooled at
her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them away with the shoes. When
Rick’s hand slid inside the fabric of her panties and found the wet heat of her
cunt she sucked in her breath.

“See me stroking your cunt with my fingers, pretty girl?
It’s so damn slick and hot. God, Red, you’re soaked. I love it.”

Oh, oh, oh!

Her knees were suddenly so weak she wasn’t sure she could
stand. She leaned back against Rick, seeking the strength of his body. She
couldn’t tear her eyes away from the image in the mirror, her hands lifting her
breasts, his hand probing her, stroking her, spreading her slickness over her
pussy lips. When he moved away again she nearly fell without the support of him
against her. But then her eyes widened as she watched him strip off his jeans
and his boxers, his cock springing free.

“I can’t wait to feel you around me,” he told her, stepping
up to her again. “I’ve been hard since the minute we got here. Thank god
everyone left or I might have had to kill them.”

She laughed, a breathy uneven sound.

Rick grabbed the silk of her panties and dragged them down
her legs, tossing them to join her jeans. Then he lifted one of her legs and
propped her foot on the edge of the dresser. She could see every inch of
herself fully exposed, her pubic curls glistening with the liquid of her
arousal.

“Don’t move your hands,” he told her, sliding his own
beneath them then moving lower, lower until he reached her heat. “Keep
watching. Don’t take your eyes from the mirror.”

The fingers of one hand opened the lips of her cunt while
the index finger of the other unerringly found her clit and began to stroke it.

Ohgodohgodohgod.

She was shivering and shaking now, the lust boiling through
her as she watched him massage the bundle of nerves, arousing all the nerves in
her vaginal walls until she could almost see her flesh quivering and flexing.
She was mesmerized, unable to look away, as he stroked her to climax. And when
she came, when it ripped through her, he held her open. She overrode the
automatic urge to close her eyes so she could watch herself convulse, see the
cream drenching the lips.

“You want me inside you, don’t you, pretty girl?” Rick
whispered the words in her ear, his voice low and thick with need. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes, please.” She was ready to beg. “I want you inside
me. Now.”

He lowered her leg, placed his hands beneath hers and moved
them forward so she was leaning on the dresser. Moving her hips back so she was
partially bent over, he used his leg to widen her stance. “Don’t move, Red.
Stay just like that.”

He disappeared from her immediate vision, she heard a drawer
open and shut and then he was back.

“You’ll love this, Red. I promise you. I can’t wait any
longer for this.”

His hands separated the cheeks of her ass and she felt
something cool at her anus.

“Lube,” he told her. “So I don’t hurt you. Breathe in,
breathe out.”

He spread the gel around the opening then pushed two fingers
inside her, massaging the lube into her tissues, scissoring the fingers to
stretch her for him. But she was so hot right now, so hungry for him, she just
wanted him to plunge inside her and satisfy this out-of-control need.

The crinkle of foil, the snap of latex, and then the thick
head of his cock pressed against her hole, pushing, pushing, pushing.

“Breathe in, breathe out. That’s my girl.”

He grasped her hips with both hands, rolled his hips and
drove into her with a final thrust.

Oh, oh, oh!

She came again instantly, small convulsions that whipped
through her pussy and shot lightning through her.

“Good, that’s good. Oh, fuck, yeah, it’s damn good.”

And then he was driving into her again, hard, heavy strokes,
filling her tight passage, his hands holding her in place. She raised her head
to watch them in the mirror, more aroused by the sight than she’d ever been
before.

Rick slipped one hand around and down the surface of her
tummy until he found her cunt again. Her clit. Rub, rub, rub, in time with the
plunging of his hips. Rub, rub. And…

Oh god.

She shattered, her cunt convulsing, her body shuddering as
Rick’s fingers continued to massage her clit and he emptied himself into her
ass, shielded only by the thin latex sheath. His cock pulsed and throbbed
inside her, pushing her own orgasm beyond any imaginable threshold. She was
flying, shaking with spasms, Rick’s fingers rubbing, pressing, taking her on
the ride of her life.

She had no idea how much time had passed before she simply
fell forward on her forearms and struggled to drag air into her lungs. She felt
as if every muscle had been stretched beyond capacity and her blood heated then
cooled then heated again. Every inch of her skin was covered with sweat.

She sensed Rick move behind her, easing himself from the
clasp of her body, then he was back, lifting her into his arms.

“Shower,” he told her. “Then bed.”

She was limp, barely able to move, leaning against the tiles
while Rick soaped her everywhere and rinsed her off. At last…at last…they were
in bed, her body tucked against her. She had never in her life felt so
fulfilled or so content. Satisfied. In all aspects.

“I staked my claim,” Rick murmured against her forehead. “As
good as branded you.”

“As if I’d want anyone else,” she told him.

“Kelly?”

She looked up, startled by his use of her name and the
serious tone.

“Yes?”

“I’m in a dangerous line of work and sometimes I’m gone for
long periods of time. But I’ll always come back to you. Always love you. You’re
my life and my heart.”

They heard a plaintive
woof
from beyond the bedroom
door, and Rick laughed.

“I locked her out before. Can’t have the kids watching.”

“Okay. And Rick?”

“Yeah, pretty girl?”

“I love you, too.”

* * * * *

Mike picked them up the next day and flew them up to the
cabin, barely staying long enough for coffee before leaving them alone. They
spent the day just letting the wind clear out their minds. Taking the steps
down the face of the cliff, the surefooted dog picking her way carefully, they
walked the beach with Xena. Hands linked, they stopped very frequently to
exchange heated kisses. Like kids, they took off their shoes and waded just at
the edge of the water, letting the froth of the waves kiss their feet. Xena
played along with them, leaping in and out of the rolling surf.

Rick uncovered the outdoor grill, fired it up and grilled
chicken and corn, silently thanking Mike who had grocery shopped before picking
them up. Then they sat on the side deck in two Adirondack chairs, drinking wine
and huddling under quilts as the evening chill rolled in.

And finally they built a fire in the fireplace and made
slow, delicious love in front of it as the wood snapped and popped and the
flames warmed their skin.

The last thing either of them thought about was Iraq and the
past weeks.

Three days later Mike flew everyone up to the cabin and they
all drove into Bangor, where Kelly and Rick were married by the same justice of
the peace who’d married Mia and Dan. Mike brought supplies with them and made
his mother’s famous spaghetti sauce for dinner which they washed down with
copious amounts of red wine.

Mia and Faith made plans for Kelly and Xena to spend time
having their Psi abilities tested.

“Aunt Vivi is anxiously waiting to talk to you again,” Faith
told them, then grinned. “And definitely meet Xena, the wonder dog.”

The next morning they all were gone, leaving the
honeymooners to their solitude again.

And while the country shook its collective head over the scandal
that continued to break, the new Mr. and Mrs. Latrobe sat in solitude with
Xena, at the cabin and made plans for the future.

With Xena’s input, of course.

About the Author

I always wonder what readers really want to know when I
write one of these things. Getting to this point in my career has been an interesting
journey. I’ve managed rock and roll bands and organized concerts. Been the only
female on the sports staff of a university newspaper. Immersed myself in
Nashville peddling a country singer. Lived in five different states. Married
two very interesting but totally different men.

I think I must have lived in Texas in another life, because
the minute I set foot on Texas soil I knew I was home. Living in Texas Hill
Country gives me inspiration for more stories than I’ll probably ever be able
to tell, what with all the sexy cowboys who surround me and the gorgeous
scenery that provides a great setting.

Each day is a new adventure for me, as my characters come to
life on the pages of my current work in progress. I’m absolutely compulsive
about it when I’m writing and thank all the gods and goddesses that I have such
a terrific husband who encourages my writing and puts up with my obsession. As
a multi-published author, I love to hear from my readers. Their input keeps my
mind fresh and always hunting for new ideas.

Desiree welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
website and email address on her
author bio page
at
www.ellorascave.com
.

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