The Best of Kristina Wright (6 page)

He knew where they were going. His house was laid out just the same. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall, the door open. Before they got there, they passed the other two bedrooms, each strewn with toys and clothes. She looked straight ahead, as if afraid to acknowledge the other pieces of her life.

The bedroom was done in shades of blue and gray, much like the sky and ocean outside the large picture window.

“Just tonight.” Her fingers skimmed down the front of his shirt as they stood in front of the bed. “This can’t happen again.”

He smiled, wanting to lighten her mood. “Just tonight? You have the weekend, don’t you? Are you sure you want to give up
this
for the rest of the weekend?” he asked, thumping his chest.

She blinked at him, as if unsure how to take his words. Then a slow, easy smile touched her lips. “You’re right. We’ll see how tonight goes then, huh?

“Oh man, talk about pressure.”

The rain pounded the roof, the deluge making the whole house vibrate. Kate climbed on the bed and knelt in front of him, her head level with his shoulders. She began to undress him, unbuttoning his shirt with slow, awkward movements.

He put his hand over hers, stilling her. “It isn’t pretty,” he warned. “I can leave my shirt on, if you want.”

She looked up at him. “Do you want me to leave my shirt on?”

The vulnerability was there in her eyes. So powerful, he felt it in his bones. He shook his head. “No. I want you naked. I want to kiss every part of you.”

She focused on his buttons, but there was a blush in her cheeks when she said, “Good.”

Soon enough, his shirt was unbuttoned and she was spreading it open, much the way they’d spread his chest to give him a new heart. He waited for her to flinch. He hadn’t been with a woman since the surgery, but he knew what it looked like.

She didn’t flinch. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss over his heart. It was his undoing. He hauled her close, his hands under her shirt now, under the waistband of her shorts. She was naked under the shorts, no panties. That surprised him, excited him. He squeezed her bare ass under her shorts and kissed her until he thought his cock would burst through the front of his pants.

Once again, she pulled back. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her breathing nearly as ragged as his. She reached for his waist and undid his jeans. The rasp of his zipper seemed louder than the driving rain. He was hard and heavy in her cool hand and he groaned when she squeezed the tip of his cock.

He watched her, a look of intense concentration mixed with lust on her face as she stroked him harder. It had been too long, way too long, for him to let her touch him that way, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her to stop.

Somehow, she sensed his impending loss of control and slowed her motions. “I need you,” she murmured, head bowed, and he wasn’t sure if she was speaking to him or his cock.

He gently took himself from her grasp and pushed her back on the bed. Her shorts were already tugged down low on her hips and he quickly removed them. Her T-shirt still protected her modesty, but he didn’t intend to let it remain that way for long. He stretched out beside her, his cock still poking out of his jeans. She threw a leg over his hip, his erection brushing against her thigh.

They both groaned. He tugged at his jeans and boxers, needing to get them off before the zipper bit his cock off. She watched him, amusement playing on her face as he eased himself free of the heavy cloth. She looked predatory, hungry, not at all the reserved woman she’d been in the living room. He wondered for a fleeting moment if he would be up for whatever they were about to do.

He reached for the hem of her T-shirt and she gently pushed his hands away and took it off herself. Then she lay back, her arms at her sides, and let him look his fill. It was a gift he didn’t take lightly.

She truly was stunning. In the wan light of the thunderstorm, she seemed perfect, whole. Her healthy breast lay flat against her chest, the nipple hard and dark. Though he’d never seen her any other way, he mourned the loss of her other breast. It seemed a cruel thing to steal such beauty.

She lay there, her body tense, as if she feared his rejection. He smiled. “You’re beautiful.”

“I was.”

“You are.” He didn’t give her a chance to argue. He covered her body with his own, pressing his scarred chest to hers. His cock nestled between her thighs, finding warmth and wetness. “I have to do this slowly,” he said, almost apologetically. “I have to be careful of my heart rate, at least for a while.”

“Can you do that?” she asked, her eyes wide and innocent.

“I can try.”

She contemplated him for a moment. He could feel the tension slipping from her body as she eased her legs around him, opening herself.

He didn’t push into her, he didn’t need to. She was so wet and he was so hard, it was as if her body absorbed him.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head down, taking his moan into her body the way she was taking his cock. With the barest tilt of her hips, he was buried inside her. Home.

He clung to her, arms wrapped around her body and tucked under her ass, as he drove his cock into her. When his thrusts became almost animalistic, he felt her fingertips soothe his shoulders.

“Easy,” she whispered. “Slow, go slow.”

He thought he was hurting her, then realized she was saying it for him. “Fuck it,” he said through clenched teeth. “I need you.”

She didn’t argue as he plunged into her again, pushing her up higher on the bed. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her soft whimpers and moans drove him crazy; he wanted to fuck her until his body gave out.

Her body tensed under his and she angled her hips a certain way. It limited his thrusting, but he knew she was doing it for her own pleasure and that pleased him. She slid her hands down to squeeze his ass and he let her control his hard, shallow thrusts.

“Yes,” he panted against the delicate shell of her ear. “Come, Kate. Come.”

She arched her back and cried out, his cock nearly slipping from her spasming cunt. His own orgasm hit him like a wave, dragging him under even before he could catch his breath. His heart jack-hammered in his chest, but he was beyond caring. All he knew was Kate’s arms and legs around him, her warm body sucking him in, squeezing and milking his cock.

Finally, his breathing returned to normal and even his heart slowed to a rate that seemed safe. Kate trembled beneath him and he thought she was crying. He rolled off her and propped himself on one elbow. She was laughing.

“That’s not exactly the response I was hoping for,” he said, though her laughter was contagious and he found himself grinning like an idiot. “Hardly a vote of confidence for my abilities.”

“I was just thinking, I’m glad your new heart is stronger than you led me to believe.”

“Me, too.”

They stared at each other, silence heavy as shadows took over the room. The rain had quieted, the sky growing dark as night came. Finally, she spoke.

“Thank you.”

He laid his fingers across her lips and she kissed them. Then he gently trailed his hand across her cheek and down her neck. He felt her tense, but he soothed her fevered skin with a gentle touch, over her collarbone and down to the scar on her chest. It was smooth and cool to his touch, cooler than the surrounding skin. Older than his scar and not as raw-looking, but still a scar.

He watched her face, saw the tears come and didn’t try to talk her out of them. He lay there, touching her ravaged skin and letting her cry.

She was right. They were both alive. That was all that mattered, really.

She should have called before she drove over to the university. Charlotte tapped her nails on the steering wheel as Henry’s phone rang. She hoped he wasn’t in a meeting. Or teaching a class. She had been so preoccupied with getting her weekly reports finished and getting out of the library that the thought hadn’t crossed her mind to make sure he was available.

Finally, after four rings, he answered.

“I’m in the faculty parking lot. Last row by the trees,” she said, by way of a greeting. “Can you meet me?”

He sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. “I’m in the middle of student advisement meetings.”

Neither his reluctance nor the overcast sky would deter her. “Can’t you take an early lunch break? Please?”

“You make it difficult for me to refuse,” he said, his voice low and intimate. She imagined him standing in his office, looking out of the window for her car. “It’s hard to think about you down there in the car wearing a dress –”

“Skirt.”

“Wearing a skirt, likely with no panties . . .”

“No panties,” she acknowledged.

He sighed again, the resigned sound of a man who knew a woman would not be put off. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Hurry. Otherwise, I might have to come up there and seduce you in your office.”

“Been there, done that, love,” he chuckled. “Probably not the best idea with students coming in and out today.”

“Well, then, you should get down here before I’m tempted. I have to get back to the library soon.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, obediently.

Charlotte grinned, triumphant. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You always do.”

Charlotte closed her phone and rested her head on the seat. Rain threatened at any moment and the wind whipped the blossoms from the trees and shrubs that ringed the campus, scattering them on the wind like spring snowflakes. Birds chased each other from tree to tree, mating season in full swing despite the inclement weather. A fat raindrop plopped on the windshield and Charlotte glanced toward Henry’s gray building, debating whether she should pick him up at the curb. But no, that might draw attention to them and the last thing she wanted was an audience. Thankfully, it was spring break and most of the students and faculty weren’t on campus.

“April showers bring May flowers,” she whispered as she watched a bushy-tailed brown squirrel pursue another up a tree trunk as raindrops splattered across her field of vision.

She shifted impatiently and pressed the soft fabric of her skirt between her thighs. She was wet already, wet from the anticipation of making love to Henry in the parking lot. She’d had a thirty-minute drive from the library to think about what she would do to him once she got here. It had never really been a question whether he would join her; he had promised that whenever she called, he would come. Quite literally, she mused.

The control made her feel a little giddy with feminine power – but it was the anticipation of having Henry buried inside her in mere moments while the rest of the campus went on about their morning that was an arousing, panty-dampening thought. If she had been wearing panties, that is.

Even sooner than he had promised, Henry slipped into the passenger seat of her car, slightly out of breath from his mad dash through the light rain. Water spots darkened his sage green shirt and his brown hair stood up in wet spikes where he had dragged his fingers through it, accentuating the flecks of silver at his temples. “Ten o’clock in the morning is a bit early for lunch, don’t you think?”

“But if I waited until lunchtime, someone would be sure to see us.”

“Good point,” he said. He leaned over to cup her face in his damp palm and give her a kiss. “And I am getting hungry. It’s been weeks since I had your luscious body against me.”

Charlotte inched up her skirt to bare an expanse of stocking-clad thigh. “Would you like to see what’s on the menu today?”

Henry loosened his tie. “Oh, I think I’ll just have the special.”

She angled over the gearshift and into his lap. It was no small feat, given the length of her skirt and tight fit of the narrow bucket seat, but within moments she was straddling him, her skirt hiked up around her hips.

“This would be better with me on the bottom,” she said. “But I don’t think it would work.”

Henry slid his hands under her bunched skirt and fingered the lace tops of her sheer black stockings. “You could probably get me to do anything you want right now,” he said, stroking the bare skin above the lacy bands of nylon. “You look like the clichéd sexy librarian. Nice touch. Just for me?”

She leaned over and nibbled his neck above his collar, breathing in the spicy scent of his aftershave. “Of course. All for you, darling.”

He moved his hand to the juncture of her thighs. She squirmed against him, silently urging him to touch her. “This is my favorite magical spot,” he said as his fingers found her wetness. “You’re already excited, bad girl. Have you been thinking about me?”

She smirked. If only he knew. Wriggling against his rain-chilled fingers, she gasped, “I could barely keep from touching myself before you got here.”

He cupped her pussy in his hand, his thumb stroking her swollen clit in slow, lazy circles. “Really?”

She kissed him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. It wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in, but she was too aroused to care. “Mmm-hmm.”

His fingers delved deeper, parting her silken wetness as his thumb kept moving on her clit. “Well, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting then.”

“You’re here now,” she murmured against his mouth. “That’s all that matters to me.”

Tangling her fingers in his damp hair, she moved against his hand, showing him the rhythm. He groaned into her mouth as he played with her, driving her to the edge of any rational thought. It would be better if she came while he was inside her, but he was just too good with his hands. Now all she could think about was getting off.

She slid up on his lap a couple of inches to give him some more room, enough so that the top of her head was now above him and her breasts were in his face. With his free hand, he undid the ties of her pale yellow wrap blouse. His mouth found one of her hard nipples through the fabric of her bra and he sucked the tender bit of flesh in the same rhythm he stroked her clit. Charlotte pressed her breast to his mouth, every muscle taut as she clutched the car seat behind his head.