Score (Gina Watson) (5 page)

Eyes tearing up, she smiled at him. “I think that would be a wonderful use for the footage.”

He exhaled long and slow. “Good, I’m glad you like the idea.” He bit his lip, looking uncertain, and then stepped closer to where she was seated in her white desk chair. “I’d like to use the project as my master’s thesis. Do you think that would be okay?”

Chloe shrugged. “I don’t see why it would be a problem, but I’ll ask Sharon, if you like.”

“That would be awesome.” He nuzzled her neck. “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m taking the girls to the zoo.”

“Oh.” He nodded. “The zoo.” His shoulders slumped and his lips turned down.

“Yes.” Chloe was laughing inside, fighting to not let it show. He was pouting like a small child who’d been left out of a family outing.

His head went lower by the second. Chloe rubbed his arm. “Cal, you’re welcome to come with us.”

A huge panty-melting smile erupted across his face. “That would be great. What time?”

Giggling, she answered, “Eight, to beat the heat.” She stood and moved to the couch. Cal watched her.

“Sounds good. I’ll be here.” He raised a suggestive brow. “Or maybe I’ll just still be here?”

“That was smooth, Mr. St. Martin.”

“Smooth enough to work?”

“Hmm… I think so.”

“Great news, Miss Mills.” He smiled again. “Great news.” He turned and walked to the kitchen. He opened the pantry door, then the refrigerator.

From her position on the couch, Chloe asked, “What are you looking for?”

“Something sweet.”

“Oh, I forgot about your sweet tooth? I don’t have much of anything like that. I hadn’t planned on dessert.”

“This’ll work.” Cal returned to the couch with a vanilla pudding cup and a spoon. He slowly pulled back the foil top on the pudding cup. “Take off your clothes.”

Chloe’s mouth fell open, and her breathing became shallow. Cal sat on the couch next to her.

“Chloe, come stand in front of me and take your clothes off.” He smacked his lips as he licked the pudding from the foil. “I want my dessert.”

With shaky fingers Chloe set her wine on the end table and stood where Cal was indicating, between his long legs. He dipped the spoon into the pudding cup and then lifted it toward his mouth. Halfway up to his mouth, he flipped the spoon upside down. He sensually inserted it into his mouth and slowly pulled it out on a savory moan. “Strip for me.”

“You’re distracting me.”

Cal looked up at her, his eyes twinkling. “Sorry, my bad.”

With trembling hands, Chloe began unbuttoning her linen shirt. The breathless anticipation was almost too much to bear. She took a deep breath as she parted the shirt’s sides and slid it down her arms. She started on her jeans, but Cal shook his head.

“Nuh-uh, bra next. I want to watch your breasts sway and your tits grow long and tight as you work on the other things.”

God, when he talked to her like that, warmth pooled in her belly and she could feel herself grow wet for him. She unclasped her bra, slid it down her arms, and let it fall to her feet. She felt the heaviness in her breasts, telling her they were swollen. She took a deep breath—a shaky breath—and her chest rose and fell with the motion. His eyes grew instantly darker.

“You’re aroused; your nipples give you away. You have the most beautiful, enticing nipples.” He rubbed his lips together. “You’re so aroused you’re shaking. Finish.”

Chloe undid her jeans and shimmied them down her legs. She needed to undo the straps on her platform sandals to remove her jeans. She knew Cal was turned on by her ass. She further knew she wore a thong and that the Mills women had rather full, round butts. She turned 180 degrees and bent at the waist to unhook her shoes. Cal growled and mumbled expletives under his breath, the deep satisfaction of turning him on causing a grin to break across her face. Once she removed her sandals, she slid her pants the rest of the way down her legs and stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way. She bent at the waist again and hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of her thong underwear and pulled them down in a painfully slow drag.

The moment Chloe sensed something cold and wet on the lips of her pussy, she gasped.

“That’s right, you can’t tease me like that and not expect a reaction,” Cal said. “Stay still, just like that. You’re going to be my dessert, baby.”

She braced her hands on the coffee table as he continued to paint her with pudding. Putting his hands on her hips, he pulled her back to his mouth, causing her to bend forward more. Chloe could feel cold air on her sex. He dove in and there was no delicate manner about it. Cal’s face was wedged between her thighs as he lapped up the pudding with his tongue and pushed his fingers inside her.

Then he stopped. She moved to straighten up, thinking he was done, but the pressure he exerted with his hand on her back told her to stay put.

“Don’t move.”

He applied more pudding to her aroused sex and this time he slathered all of her, including the puckered bud of her ass. He started licking from there and trailed down her seam, culminating at her clit. His tongue tip flicked the hardened bud.

He pressed his fingers inside her, not easing the ache, but instead making her gasp.

“Oh God,” she wailed.

He found her G-spot with ease.

“Chloe, massage your clit.”

He wouldn’t have to tell her more than once this time. She rubbed herself with frenzied strokes, needing release instantly. He whispered low in her ear, “Slow down, we have all night.”

“Cal, I need you.”

His warm breath bathed her ear. “I’m right here, baby.”

She felt more of the cool pudding at the tightly coiled ring of her ass. When his finger breached that muscle, the pressure slammed her entire body into orgasm. On a whispered moan, she chanted his name. He nibbled her earlobe and breathed heavily into her ear. “Yeah, you like that don’t you, baby. You’re coming, fucking my fingers so good.” He increased the speed of his strokes inside her pussy and curled his fingers, and then she came on his hand. When the waves subsided, Cal removed his fingers and got into position behind her. He slid his cock through her wetness and entered her, seating himself fully on the first plunge. Chloe cried out at the sudden fullness and intensity.

A low growl escaped Cal’s lips. “God, your snug little cunt is like a vise around my cock. Do you feel that?” He pulled out excruciatingly slowly.

“Yes, I feel it.” God, did she feel it. “Uh, Cal?”

“Yeah, baby.” He was panting, sounding nearly breathless.

“I want you to fuck me hard.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” Grasping her upper arms, he pulled her up with his large masculine hands and plowed deep. Using the leverage he had on her, he forced his way into her body at a pace that had her seeing stars. The image of her breasts jolting in the decorative mirror on the wall across the living room had her entranced. His sac made a slapping sound on every thrust as he slammed into her with violent velocity.

Chloe didn’t want to be treated like a delicate wilting flower. She sensed Cal holding back, but she wanted him to take her with authority. Given her situation with the LeBlancs at the hospital, she wanted and needed to feel life. She wanted passion in all things. Cal had always been passionate. When he really wanted something, like his videos, he’d stop at nothing until he consumed it or it consumed him.

When she started to spasm around his cock, he finally lost control. He turned her to the couch and they kneeled on it so she could use the back of it to steady herself. His hands slid up her torso to grasp her breasts. He thrust his hips hard, so hard that the couch bumped against the wall. He pulled her tightly against him, until the length of their bodies were fused, and his warm seed burst into her.

She lost herself for a few minutes and only came back when, still connected, Cal pulled her with him to sit back on the couch.

“Fuck.” His breath was just easing. “Damn, Chloe.”

They sat recovering a few moments more. Chloe didn’t know when she’d ever been as well ridden. She doubted that she’d ever felt so good after sex.

He had removed his shirt and they were skin on skin as she sat in his lap, her back to his front. She felt him when he shifted to look around her.

“Hand me my pants. I have something for you.”

Intrigued, Chloe leaned forward and snatched up his pants. He pulled out a box in the telltale Tiffany blue that any woman would recognize. He held it up to her in his palm. When she took it, he clasped his hands together just under her breasts.

Chloe pulled the white ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a silver keychain with a silver heart attached. Chloe lifted it from the box. The heart was a working timepiece. The bezel was trimmed in diamonds and rubies. “It’s beautiful.”

“I thought if you were to forget your watch for work, you would still have your keys. And now you’ll always have the time.”

“It’s a very thoughtful gift, Cal. Thank you.” Cal treating her in such a gentle manner overwhelmed Chloe, and a few tears escaped her eyes.

Cal grasped her chin and turned her face to his. “Hey, what’s this about? You’re supposed to be happy when I give you jewelry.” He smiled sweetly and wiped her tears away.

“I’ve wanted this since I was a child. I had finally given up on us when I started college. So many emotions are zinging through me right now, it’s no wonder that I’m a bit tearful.”

“Hey.” Cal lifted Chloe to face him, finally severing their intimate connection. “I should have tried harder. I understand now—pushing someone away is not the same as letting someone go. I thought if I could push you away then I wouldn’t want you any longer. That never happened. I wanted you still. I’ve always wanted you. Instead of suppressing the want, I pushed you away and hurt you. I was young and a fool. Say you’ll forgive me.”

Chloe lowered her lips to his and kissed him with a slow and light touch. Her eyes met his. “I forgive you, Cal.”

They fell asleep in her bed and sometime during the night they woke and made slow, gentle love. After that they talked and dozed off, loosely spooning. Chloe woke to Cal rubbing his thick cock through her folds from behind her. To her mind, it was the best morning she could recall. He pushed his hardness into her. In that position he felt enormous, and Chloe shivered at the fullness. God, he felt so good, as if he belonged inside her. As if his body was claiming hers. As if hers claimed him.

His hand slid up her thigh and pushed her top leg higher on the bed. She trembled. He whispered, “Take me,” into her ear and then penetrated her with steady strokes until she whimpered his name. His hand slid around her and over her abdomen, landing on the tight bud where all sensation coiled. He began to massage her, and Chloe came with him for the fifth time since last night. They couldn’t get enough of each other.

Without pause, Cal rolled her over and plunged into her for one last round before they had to get ready for the zoo. This time was different. This time they were eye to eye, and his pace was sensual and steady, not frenzied or hurried, but just right. Sunlight stole through the curtains and Chloe watched it light the planes of his face, glinting in his morning stubble. He kissed her tenderly and cradled her neck with care. When they came he whispered, “I never thought it could be like this.” Chloe couldn’t answer because she’d been overcome with unfamiliar emotions.

They showered together and dressed for the zoo. Chloe was distracted, guessing she might be venturing into dangerous heartbreak territory, just like when she was younger and they were neighbors. She just hoped Cal didn’t spook this time. Her heart would never recover. But this time if he bolted, she wouldn’t go down without a fight.

4

C
AL AND CHLOE were standing in front of the polar bear exhibit with Riley and Sarah. They’d been there for twenty minutes. Chloe leaned over so just Cal could hear.

“Riley can watch the polar bears for hours, and Sarah has just discovered a picture of penguins on that sign.” Cal looked in the direction Chloe indicated. Sarah took off running and squealing, hell bent on finding the penguins. She stumbled and fell and started to cry. Cal ran to her and pulled her to her feet.