Just One (Dangerously Dimpled) (4 page)

His lips are dexterous and insistent,
encouraging my own to part so his tongue can slip inside my mouth, and taste me.
I respond with vigor. Grabbing a fistful of silken black hair, I try to bring
our mouths closer. Alex keeps one hand on my hip as his other snakes north. He
tugs the luxurious cotton once, and in a heartbeat, I’m naked.

I break the kiss and take a succession of
quick, shallow breaths. His eyes stay focused on my mouth but his hands come up
to cup my breasts, still slick from my interrupted bath. “Oh…” I moan. My head
is suddenly too heavy to hold upright.

Alex’s lips find the tanned column of my
neck and he kisses, nibbles and sooths until he reaches my collarbone. His
thumbs and index fingers pinch my nipples, rolling them back and forth,
tweaking my desire for him.

My hands find his broad shoulders and the
feel of poly-cotton beneath them, frustrates me. I push Alex back with more
force than intended and he hits the wall. His hands leave me. He watches with
half-closed eyes as I slowly approach.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this. He’s
off limits and even without Paige’s warning, we’re from two different worlds.
Tony and Maria, Romeo and Juliet… But his hungry smile launches a dimple attack
against my better judgment. I grab the open collar of his shirt and buttons fly
in all directions. His naked torso is a masterpiece of chiseled perfection. A
smattering of black, well maintained chest hair tickles the palms of my hands
as I explore him. Fuck me, the guy’s hot.

 
“That was an expensive shirt.” He pulls
me against him.

“You can afford a new one.”

Alex drags his fingers down my back and grabs
my ass as I place my hands behind his neck, pressing the full length of my body
against him. His dick is hard against my belly. Our kiss starts slow, our
breath intermingled as we mutually tease one another with a hint of tongue.

“I still think you’re overdressed,” I
whisper against his mouth.

His fingers run lightly over my forearm
and he pulls my hand to settle on the impressive hard-on throbbing beneath his
pants. “I’m definitely overdressed.” He finds my neck again and savors the
tender flesh beneath my ear.

I easily remove and discard his belt on the
floor, making a mental note of where it falls in case he’s extra naughty. The
raspy sound of his zipper amplifies my need to feel him. His pants follow the
belt to the floor and he steps out of them, kicking them toward the bathroom. I
take a step back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Alex
grabs my hand and brings me hard against him.

“To the bed.” I stand on tip toes to kiss
him deeply.

His fingers threaten to bruise my hips,
his grasp is so strong. “I can’t--” He
kisses
me.
“—wait--” He
sighs.
“--for
the bed.” He spins us around until my hot skin jumps from the cold impact of
the room’s air conditioned walls.

Alex’s fingers hook in the waistband of
his boxer briefs and he pulls them off, revealing a long, thick erection. He
doesn’t allow me time to touch him but lifts me in the air. I wrap my legs
around him. My back slides up and down the wall. I feel as light as a feather
when one of his hands leaves me to roll on a condom I didn’t realize he was
holding. Thank God. I already live in a trailer park. Add in a baby daddy and
I’ll be a walking, talking Jerry Springer show.

Alex positions himself against my core
and slowly pulls me down his length. My body stretches effortlessly, my lust
coating him, making the entry easier. I moan against his ear when one of his
hands squeezes my breast. I want to move more, grind against him, but the
in-flight position I find myself in doesn’t allow it. Instead I hold him closer
as his pace quickens. He fills me then nearly deserts me with each thrust. His
erection satisfies every inch of me, going deeper then anyone before.

“Tell me what you want.” His lips move
against the side of my mouth, too out of reach for my liking.

The rhythmic crescendo of each
penetration makes speaking difficult. “I want to come.”

A shudder tears across the skin beneath
my hands and suddenly Alex withdraws from me. My whine of protest is quickly
replaced by a moan of ecstasy as he releases my legs, kneels before me, and
runs his tongue across my clit. My head bounces off the wall as I rear back,
unprepared for the intense assault he levels against me. He lifts my leg, just
under my knee and places it atop one broad shoulder, gaining better access. I
thread a hand through his hair and grasp at the empty wall with the other,
desperate for something to cling to.

Alex’s tongue flicks and delves. He sucks
and moves his lips against me. The powerful exhale from his nose tickles my
flesh, bringing more intense arousal every few seconds. One commanding hand
teases me, spreads me open. The tip of a thick finger slowly eases its way
inside and I sink a bit, desperate for the connection. He senses my need
because before I have to beg, he pushes in deeply.

I gasp, moan, call out to God and all
that’s holy when he adds a second finger and closes his mouth over that little
hidden part of me. The orgasm builds quickly, low in my belly. The pleasure
spreads through me like the night sky, vast and explosive with shooting stars.

 
I release my non-existent hold on the
wall and grab his head with both hands, holding him tight against me as wave
upon wave of fulfillment washes over me.

Alex’s fingers trail across my legs to my
hip. My grip on his hair loosens and my body goes weak and heavy. If he wasn’t
holding me, I’d be a tan slushy spill across the white carpet.

He eases me down, kissing the hot skin of
my belly, then the swell of each breast before reclaiming my mouth as I slide
to the floor. The taste of myself on his lips is erotic and fuels the fire
within me. He pulls me beneath him, his lips never leaving mine. My back
scrapes hotly against the fibrous carpet.

“Now,” he says, his voice rough with
restrained need, “for what I want.” Alex positions himself between my legs and
pushes the stiff head of his erection against me, opening me.

I gasp and clutch his shoulders, wrapping
my legs around his waist as he skillfully seats himself inside me. The muscles
of his back are strong and I run my hands over them with every flex and
release.

His lips move against my neck, my ear,
sending a tremor straight through me. He pulls himself up and I’m rewarded with
an unobstructed view of his sculpted chest and ripped abdomen. Alex sits back
on his calves, pumping in and out of me at a new angle, pushing my legs back. The
position fills me with exquisite pain, his reach is so deep.

One big hand leaves my leg to cup and
massage my left breast. With only one sense satisfied, he leans forward to
taste me, pulling my hardened nipple into his mouth.

I hold him to me with one hand and use
the other to keep my leg from falling. He grunts, increasing his speed, then
moves to pay much needed attention to my right breast.

 
The feel of his tongue on my nipple, his
hard length within me, and the hot friction of the carpet on my bare back, is
too much. Overwhelmed by need and pleasure, a sob tears through my throat.

Alex responds immediately, his mouth
leaving my breast to spread light, sweet kisses across my forehead. His
movements slow and he shifts position, bringing my legs back to the floor as
his arms encircle me. There’s no room inside to feel ridiculous for crying, I’m
too full of
him
to care. He kisses
away my tears. No questions, no offers to stop, he simply waits for me to gain
control.

 
How can this man, this stranger, really,
know exactly what I need?

I take a trembling breath and release it
slowly, relishing the feel of his body pressed so tightly against mine. We hold
one another for a long moment.

His slow and steady thrusts sooth my
out-of-control emotions. When I no longer feel as though I’ll burst from the
pleasure, he rolls over, taking me with him.

 
I wipe the wetness from my face and sit
up slowly. Already missing the feel of his chest against mine, I place one hand
flat over his heart. The strong beat tugs at my own like an invisible string.

I move, experimentally at first. It’s
been a long time since I’ve ridden upright in the saddle, and never on someone
who filled me so completely.

Alex’s thumbs rub gentle circles against
my hips, encouraging me to move. I roll my hips forward, our pelvic bones
rubbing against each other. He groans and closes those dark eyes, trusting me
to take control. I place both hands on his shoulders for leverage and pull
myself up and forward, grinding against him on the way back down.

“Yes…” he mutters. His face crumples in
absolute pleasure.

As my speed increases, I study him. With
every movement, I’m bringing him closer and closer to his own release. There’s
something deeply satisfying about taking control and making a man like this lose
his. I move faster, rolling back and forth, rubbing against him to chase the
swell of my own orgasm that flutters just out of reach. The hands on my hips
become vice-like, seating me deeper and deeper with each return. The friction
is too much. I dig my fingers into his shoulders and hold on for dear life as
my orgasm crashes through me.

My muscles clench and convulse around
him, electricity coursing through me like an undammed current. Alex grips me
fiercely and pushes hard, his own orgasm gnashing his teeth in beautiful agony.
I lean forward and he holds me close. Aftershocks move through him, and he moans
against the roundness of my shoulder.

I pay Alex the same respect he paid me
earlier and wait for him to gain control.

“My God, woman, that was amazing.”

Well how about that? Little old Charlie
Davies, blue-collar trailer-trash, made a country club boy moan like a wild
animal. I sit up and allow him to slide from me, then snuggle at his side. He’s
sweaty and panting and I have to restrain myself from licking the little bead
of perspiration that’s formed around his nipple. Alex’s fingers tickle my naked
hip. I giggle against him.

 
“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re ticklish
too?” His fingers pull further laughter from me. “That’s such a turn on.”

“A turn on?” I rise on my elbow and match
his smile. “Did I just do the deed with a tickle fetishist?”

“We prefer the term, tickle enthusiast.”
Alex rears up, forcing me onto my back and grazes my sides with his fingertips.
Goose bumps spring to my flesh as my poor spent body is racked with laughter.

I squeal and try to wiggle free. He
catches me around the waist and draws me back beneath him. “No more tickling,”
I plead as tears collect in my eyes.

Alex’s hands still and he leans down to
kiss me. His lips are soft and full. I can’t stop my tongue from darting out to
run across them. He responds by pressing his mouth against mine.

 
“Mmmmm.” He pushes himself up. My naked
chest is laid out before his hungry eyes like a booty-call buffet. “Damn you’re
sexy,” he says, shaking his head, a goofy smile plastered on his face. “Where’d
you say you come from?”

My lungs swell with pride. “Harlow
County, Texas.”

“I may have to change zip codes.” Alex
sits back on his calves and gives me a final, appraising look. “Why don’t you make
yourself comfortable in that big bed over there. I’ll be right back.”

I’ll take the view from the hotel floor
over the city lights of Dallas any day. Now
this
is scenery. The sound of the faucet stirs me from my sex-induced stupor,
and I roll over onto my hands and knees. My bones feel like jelly but
miraculously, they stay solid long enough to carry me to the bed. I flop atop
the heavy down comforter and stretch, feeling like a lazy cat.

The phone next to the bed rings. It
startles me but I reach over and pick it up. “Hello?” I answer cautiously.

“Why’d you leave so early?” Paige’s voice
is laced with accusation and tequila.

“Paige, I stayed until ten-thirty. My
toes were about to fall off. What more do you want from me?”

“What I want is for you to let loose for
once in your life; have a good time.”

I swallow the irony that fizzes to the
surface at her words. “I had a great time tonight, really.”
You’ve got no idea, Sister.

Paige sighs heavily. I’m glad Ken chose a
hotel as the venue for her birthday party because I can hear the hangover in
her voice. “I just love you so much,” she cries.

“I love you, too. Now go to sleep and
stop fretting over me. Okay?” She sniffles into the phone and I hear Ken laugh
boisterously in the background. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads eleven
fifty-seven. “Are you still downstairs?”

“Yeah. Cadence has been looking for Alex
and Ken and I were recruited to join the search party.”

The bathroom door opens and I jump,
suddenly intent on keeping this conversation from Alex’s ears. “Why would she
be doing that?” I’m careful to keep my tone mundane.