The Cover Model (17 page)

"I like it." Mitch turned, his back to the gas fireplace. The heat poured out, quickly toasting the room to cozy levels. "The first time I saw this place, I had to have it. Can't imagine ever wanting to sell, either."

She could understand that. Heck, if she lived there, she wouldn't want to move either. Why bother when everything you could ever want lay right before your eyes?

At first, she hesitated, somewhat overwhelmed with the vast size of Mitch's house, but she soon came to realize a couple of facts. Sure, the dwelling had to cost a pretty penny, but Mitch never once criticized her homely cottage. He wasn't that kind of man. Instead, he showed off his home with certain pride. Fancy found him genuine and sincere. He didn't flaunt his money, nor did he put others down. He seemed to simply appreciate a little something in everything.

"It's beautiful." She ran her hand over a soft leather couch, amazed at the texture.

"Yes, you are."

She glanced up, found Mitch staring at her with a come-hither grin and a twinkle in his deep blue eyes. Her libido jumped in response. Spend half an hour with the man and she could barely contain the lustful urges that had showed up out of the blue a few days back. In truth, the man himself snared her attention much more than his lovely home. His sculpted rear, which begged for a pinch, his twinkling eyes, broad shoulders, thick muscles on his powerfully built frame. The gorgeous six pack abs, which led to something big and downright tasty.

Good grief. In a little over a week's time, she turned from prim and proper researcher to a horny chick that couldn't wait to get inside her boyfriend's pants. She grinned at the thought and realized she had absolutely no regrets. Mitch was worth each and every lump along the way.

"What are you smiling so wickedly about?" He approached her slowly, stalking her until she stepped willingly into his outstretched arms.

She trailed her fingers across his lips. "Oh, just how we met and how much has changed in such a short time."

He kissed her fingertip as the corners of his mouth hitched up. "It's been quite a trip."

"Oh, yeah."

"Would you change anything?" he asked.

She tilted her head. "Oh, I don't know. Crazy stalker woman could have been left out, although I guess she did add an element of excitement along with a few boulders along the way."

"Um, yeah. I could've lived happily forever without being tied down by that lunatic." He leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek. "Although this ravishing lady rescued me. That part I'd certainly keep."

"You liked her, huh?"

"She was my favorite part. Kicked the evil bitch's ass, rescued me, then slipped right back into her serious, scientific persona. Pretty damn good, if you ask me." He licked her bottom lip. "I hope she makes a return appearance."

Fancy giggled. "You need your ass kicked?"

He shook his head with a chuckle. "Not really. But I did want to treat her to a night of new discoveries, hot sex, and mind-blowing orgasms."

"Wow. That's a hefty promise."

"I always keep my promises, Fancy. Always." He sealed their lips together.

* * * *

"You've got too many clothes on." Mitch reached for Fancy, tugging her sweater off, then unbuttoning her slacks and pushing both panties and pants downward. As soon as she stepped out of the garments, he unclasped her bra, pulled the device from her body and tossed it aside. "Beautiful. Simply breathtaking." The soft words expressed his true thoughts. Fancy might not be a model, but she certainly beat any and all female models he'd seen over the years, hands down. With curves in all the right places, long blonde hair, which presently cascaded down her back, and twinkling hazel eyes, she snared and retained his full attention.

His cock jumped at the sight of Fancy nude. Something he'd never tire of. Hell, he could stand there all day and stare at the woman, except for the fact she had him so hot and bothered he couldn't keep his hands to himself if he tried.

"Why are you still dressed?" She arched an eyebrow at him.

He grinned. "Ask and you shall receive." With practiced ease, he shucked clothes at a frantic pace, kicking loose of his pants, as he watched Fancy's face the entire time.

She sucked in a breath, the action lifting her breasts, making his mouth water for a taste of her delicious strawberry nipples. Her eyes raked him from head to toe, before returning to the evidence of his desire. His cock grew all the more under her rapt attention.

"You're gorgeous. Perfect. No wonder all the authors want you on their covers. Any woman who sees you is bound to want you." She licked her lips.

He nearly groaned at her words. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and dipped his head. "They can have the books, but the only woman I want is you." Meshing their lips together, he shoved his tongue inside her mouth, seeking another taste of Fancy.

She responded in kind, aggressively counted his teeth with her tongue, giving him everything back in spades.

Mitch caressed her body, cupped her breasts, and tweaked her nipples. For the longest time, he simply stood there in front of the toasty fire, relearning Fancy's body, kissing her senseless, and building her banked fire.

Unable to resist, he stepped back, then lowered his head in order to take a nipple in his mouth. Sucking gently, he laved the taut button, grinning to himself when Fancy gasped, grabbed his head, and tugged him closer.

He stood back up to peer down into her face. Half-lidded eyes met his. Pleasure washed across her features mixed with a healthy dose of need.

The time had come. He dug through his jeans, found his wallet, and plucked the foil wrapper out. Dropping the items back on the floor, he quickly applied the condom, then returned to Fancy's side with a brief brush of his lips.

"Come here, baby." He led her toward the couch. Sitting down, he reached for her hips, bracketing them between his strong hands. All morning long, he'd thought about this particular scenario. Now, he set his back teeth, determined not to rush, and stifled his need. "Sit on my lap."

She didn't hesitate but lowered her body to straddle his lap. Instead of taking his aching member inside his body, she sat toward his knees, took his cock in hand, and began long, soft strokes, which nearly took his breath away.

"Damn, that feels good."

She grinned. "Then I'm doing something right." Leaning forward, she latched onto his nipple with her teeth and bit down with exquisite tenderness.

Mitch jumped at the dual heady sensations. "More than right, Fancy. Just perfect." He sucked in a breath at her fondling, then met her lips in a fiery kiss born of hunger, want, and giving. Using one hand, he cupped the back of her head, holding her close as he plundered every recess of her mouth. His heart sped as his respirations escalated.

Fancy brushed her thumb over his slit, the sensation somewhat muted through the rubber, still jolted his arousal levels. He moaned low. "I need to be inside you. Now."

She scooted closer. He assisted by guiding her with a hand on her hip. Trailing his fingers between her legs, he parted her folds, then carefully slipped his finger inside. Heat and ample amounts of slick dew met him. Sinking deep, he retreated, then added a second digit, her splayed stance aiding in spreading her for his taking.

"So wet. So hot." He found her breast once more and kissed the tip. "Sink down on me, Fancy."

He placed his erection at her entrance and waited.

With the speed of a caterpillar crossing the road, Fancy lowered her body over his. Millimeter by excruciating millimeter. Her snug walls gripped him, massaged him, and nearly proved his undoing. He threw his head back, grasped her tightly, and savored the delicious torture.

Finally, she settled all the way down, wrapped her arms around his neck, and panted. For a long moment, she simply remained still, before nibbling on his earlobe.

Mitch held her, running his hands up and down her back, giving her body plenty of time to adjust. After all, she was just a couple of rounds of sex away after losing her virginity.

Vowing to be easy and shower her with pleasure, Mitch encouraged her to sit back, allowing him full access to her body. "Let me touch you."

"I'm not sure…"

He kissed her hesitation away. "Just lift up when you're ready. At your own pace and depth. Whatever feels good."

She lifted a couple of inches, then slid back down. Her face lit up as a knowing smile appeared. "Ohhhh."

"Like that?"

"Uh-huh." She rocked back and forth, grinding their bodies together, and gasped.

He set his back teeth and molded her breasts. "That's it, baby. Take what you need. Ride me."

Fancy lifted, came back down, then gyrated. Each motion became a bit more intense, demanding, and stimulating. His arousal jumped tenfold as he soared toward the summit.

Tunneling to the place where their bodies met, Mitch located her tight nub and strummed.

Her body tightened as she mewed.

"Right there?"

"Ohhh, yes. Mitch. Yes!" She steadied herself by hanging onto his shoulders and bounced with more enthusiasm.

He watched her breasts jiggle, heard the slapping of their bodies, and felt the generous moisture wetting his crotch. A sharp tingling began at the base of his spine. Determinedly, he fought to hold off the inevitable.

"Come for me, Fancy. Let me watch you come." He bit the words out between clenched teeth.

Again he rubbed at her clit, then plucked.

She whimpered, slammed against his body, and tensed impossibly tighter.

He rolled the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers lightly, then a bit rougher.

Her cries intensified. She picked up the pace.

He thrust upward, hooked an arm around her waist, and brashly caressed her clit.

Fancy called his name as strong contractions lapped at his cock, milking his tool as if pleading for his essence.

With a hoarse shout, he followed her over the precipice, the first jets of semen pouring from his embedded cock. Crest after crest of piercing rapture assailed him. He absorbed each wave, delighting in the moment of sheer bliss.

Several minutes passed as they sat quietly cuddled together on the couch, trying to catch their breaths. Wind rattled the windows, and a blizzard raged outside, but he'd never been more content in his life. Mitch nuzzled Fancy's cheek as she rested her head on his shoulder. His heart glowed with happiness.
Mine.
Fancy rocked his world and touched him deep. He couldn't imagine being with another woman ever again. Didn't want to.

"I don't want anybody but you." The words escaped as a quiet whisper.

She lifted her head to peer into his eyes. He read satiation and contentment across her face. A small smile appeared. "You make all my dreams come true, Mitch. I never knew, when I banged on your door that day, what magic you'd shower over me. I'm afraid I've fallen helplessly in love with you." She rubbed her nose against his.

He read the truth in her expression and grinned. "I don't have a clue how it happened, but at some point, I fell head over heels in love with you, too."

She beamed brighter than the sun. "I'm glad you interrupted my sleep at the convention."

He still couldn't believe the woman who lectured him on sex laws and morality now sat in his lap, with his renewed erection buried deep. A virgin with the frosty attitude who turned to boiling lava in his arms. If he lived to be one hundred, he'd never get enough of Fancy. Her wit, her humor, her body.

As if to punctuate, she clenched her inner muscles, sending a burst of fire through his veins and swelling his cock to full size once more.

"Me, too. Don't worry. I bet I can interrupt your sleep some more." He wrapped her in his arms.

She giggled. "Turnabout is fair play."

"You've got a deal." He sealed his lips over hers and kissed her with all the feeling and passion she brought out in him.

Epilogue

Nearly a year to the day since Fancy climbed into her bed in the Seattle hotel only to hear a disruptive and distinctive thumping, she sat in the front row, watching as a moderate sized group of male cover models took the stage to the appreciation of their devoted fans.

Of course, she had to attend. After all, she had won the free convention package on the final day at last year's event. Besides, Mitch had to be there; his agent, fans, and the photographers pretty much demanded he make a personal appearance each time. What was a romance novel convention without the faces and bodies of the models that appear on the front cover of said books? Eagerly, she took vacation time from work, hoping to spend some quality time with her boyfriend, pick up a good book or two, and people-watch as the excited and drooling attendees zinged from marketing table, to party, to get-to-know sessions with authors, models, and heads of the industry.

Researcher by day, sex enthusiast by night. She'd found some experiments worked best under the cover of darkness and in the bedroom.

Fancy was surprised to find Molly attending an event, particularly the parade of male cover models. She didn't think the woman shut down her small corner booth except for closing time each evening. Yet she had, and Fancy couldn't be happier for her friend to be at her side. After all, Molly had a hand in getting Mitch and Fancy together.