Wild Rekindled Love (12 page)

Peering between heavily laden eyes, he said, “I’m too wound up for that right now.” He grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading her thighs and settling her pussy over his hard length so he could push inside.

She arched her back and moaned, “Oh, fuck.”

Her pussy swallowed his entire length and when she clenched her vaginal muscles around him, she felt him swell inside her even further.

“Incredible, isn’t it? It’s always been this way between us, Jamie. No one else could ever do this for me.”

He lifted her hips and dropped her back against his groin when his hips surged toward her. The water slapped at the sides of the tub. Their mingled cries of satisfaction echoed in the deserted backyard and she realized how loud they were getting as their mutual climax raced to the surface. She slanted her mouth across his when the tingling awareness of her orgasm start in her toes and race up her legs to explode in her belly, sending stars bursting behind her eyelids. His hips surged against her, slamming into her groin when his own end teetered on the edge. With a roar of satisfaction, he crushed her to his chest and growled in her ear.

She laid her head against his shoulder while their rapid breathing mingled and she tried to calm her racing heart. He was right. It had always been this way between them. He rocked her world when he made love to her and that hadn’t changed.

When the desire had finally calmed, she pushed against his shoulders and he let her slide out of his embrace. Her bikini bottoms floated by them as his swim trunks followed not far behind and they laughed together at the sight.

Reaching over, she grabbed hers and pulled them beneath the surface of the water so she could slip them back on. She snagged his trunks and dangled them from her fingers in front of him with a saucy smile on her lips. He reached for them but she pushed away, taking his trunks with her, daring him to come after them with her eyes.

He cocked an eyebrow as his turquoise eyes twinkled. “Are you daring me?”

“Could be.” She let the dimples peek out of her cheeks, knowing how much he loved them and taunted, “Come and get ‘em, doc.”

Without warning, he dove for her and she squealed, trying to roll out the side of the hot tub, forgetting completely that her top still dangled below her breasts. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back into the tub with him, but not before she threw his trunks several feet to the concrete with a wet plop. Startled, she met his gaze and swallowed hard when his lips turned up in a wicked-as-sin smile and he pulled her toward him. “Now, Wyatt…”

“Mmm…yes?” His lips nibbled the side of her neck.

“I’m only teasing,” she murmured even though a moan bubbled in her throat.

“Teasing, huh?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get them for you.”

He reached behind her, untied the bottom string of her top and threw it out of the tub before she could even suck in a breath. “Okay. Go get them, then.”

“Without my top?” she asked, pushing against his shoulders.

He lifted his head and a teasing smile rippled across his mouth. “Of course.” The look on her face must have been hilarious because he chuckled softly. “What’s the matter, Jamie—chicken?”

“I’m not chicken,” she huffed, and stood up, swinging her legs over the side of the tub. Deciding to tease him a bit herself, she sauntered slowly to where their clothing lay in a wet heap on the concrete. She turned toward him, hooked the bottoms of her bikini with her thumbs and slowly peeled them down, inch by inch. His gaze got hotter and hotter. Once she reached her knees, she dropped them in a plop at her feet.

He growled low in his throat and leaped over the rim of the tub in one motion. Slowly stalking toward her, his hard cock bobbed against his stomach as he moved. With a squeak, she turned and dashed for the back door of the house. Managing to get it open before he reached her, she laughed out loud when he swept her up in his arms and stepped inside.

“Now, what are you gonna to do?” he asked, his purposeful strides moved toward his bedroom. Her lips grazed his throat and he moaned softly.

“Let you make love to me again,” she murmured.

“I could do that all night.”

“I’m up for an all-nighter. How about you?”

“You’re a witch. I haven’t been this damned horny in years.”

She chuckled softly against his skin. “Mmm…” Running her tongue up his throat, she said, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He walked into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them, before he let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. Framing her face with his hands, he softly kissed her lips and then slid his tongue along the bottom one, before delving into her mouth. Their tongues dueled for a moment, bringing her desire to scorching temperatures. He lifted his head and told her, “God, you taste incredible.”

His hand found her bare breast and he let his palm rasp across the nipple until she arched toward his touch. “I love when you touch me.”

He chuckled softly as his lips whispered along her chest and downward, taking her nipple in his mouth. She wound her hands in his hair and pressed his head harder against her while he laved at the nipple. One hand slipped down her stomach until he reached the nest of curls guarding her sex. She almost screamed when he avoided touching her clit, but instead moved his hand around to grasp her ass. Never moving his mouth from her breast, both hands grasped her butt cheeks and lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he moved toward the bed.

He laid her down softly across the sheets and finally met her gaze. “I want you so bad, I ache for you.”

His lips whispered down her stomach, licking the skin of her abdomen, stopping momentarily to play with the dangling earring at her belly button. She quivered under his mouth when he moved slowly downward. Again, he avoided her aching center, kissing her thighs, her knees, her ankles and her feet before moving back up her legs.

“God, Wyatt, please.”

“Please what, Jamie? Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Eat me, fuck me, do something, please. You’re driving me crazy.”

His warm laughter ruffled the curls between her thighs right before his tongue touched her clit and she almost flew apart at the seams. He toggled it a few times before moving to her vagina and spearing it with his tongue. The pad of his thumb found the hardened nub as his tongue danced over her pussy lips, coaxing her to come for him.

He lifted his head and she could feel his soft words against her skin when he whispered, “Come for me, Jamie.” She almost screamed, but instead moaned his name as her juices flooded from her center and he lapped at her pussy until she had nothing left.

Kissing the insides of her thighs, then her stomach before he reached her lips, she moaned when he slipped his tongue inside her mouth as his cock nudged at her aching core. They moaned together when he slipped into her pussy, clear to the root of his cock, and she wrapped her legs around his hips.

He lifted his head and his lips grazed her cheek until he nudged against her ear with his nose. “So warm, so tight. You feel incredible. I’ll never get enough of you.”

She locked her heels behind him, urging him on with pressure against his buttocks. “Fuck me, Wyatt. Hard and fast. I don’t want easy from you.”

“I won’t last long that way, baby.”

“I don’t care. We have all night for slow and easy.” She urged him on by lifting her hips.

He lifted his chest and pulled her legs up so they rested across his forearms. His hips rocked, slamming into hers with such force she had to put her hands on the headboard to keep from sliding as she moaned,
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Her climax crashed over her like the waves cresting against the shore and she whispered his name on a sigh. He followed her shortly afterward as he growled in her ear and she felt his seed coat the inside of her vagina.

She stiffened in his arms when realization hit her.

Fuck! We didn’t use a condom.

Chapter Nine

“Shit!” She squirmed before she said, “Wyatt, get off.”

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“We didn’t use a condom. Not this time and not in the hot tub.”

He pulled out of her with a soft groan and rolled onto his back beside her, draping his arm across his eyes. “Shit! God Jamie, I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, I’m clean.”

“I never doubted that, but I got pregnant with Samantha being on birth control with you.”

He moved his arm and peered at her with one eye. “Aren’t you on something now?”

“Yes. I hope it’s enough. It wasn’t last time between us.”

Rolling onto his side, he propped himself on his elbow and grasped a piece of her hair between his fingers. “Well, it took more than once before. Hopefully, it didn’t happen this time.”

“God, I hope not.”

He frowned.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love our daughter with all of my heart and I’m glad you are her father, but I don’t want another child. Not right now anyway, and that means not with you or anyone else.”

The frown lines between his eyebrows deepened.

Air rushed from between her lips in a heavy sigh. “I’m fucking this all up.” She sat up on the side of the bed, grabbed one of his t-shirts off the chair where he had thrown it sometime during the day and slipped it over her head. It would have to do until she could retrieve her own clothes. “I should go.”

“Why?”

Glancing in his direction, she bit her lip and frowned.
Bad idea.
Her gaze wandered down his chest, across his six-pack abs and came to rest on his semi-soft cock before ricocheting back to his eyes.
Good grief, the man could put the men in Playgirl to shame.

He reached over and ran his finger down her arm, sending goose bumps skittering across her flesh. “I thought you were going to stay all night.”

“Well I…”

“We could take a shower. I’ve dreamt of making love to you in there since I saw you again at the hospital.”

Closing her eyes, she and tried to get her rioting emotions and libido under control. She didn’t know he moved until she felt his lips.

“Stay with me, Jamie.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear. “I want to wake up with you next to me in the morning.”

She wanted to—God only knew how much she wanted to. Her feelings for him hadn’t changed in nine years and having him here again, played havoc with her emotions. She’d tried convincing herself, her friends, even him, that she didn’t love him—had never loved him, but it was a huge lie. Falling in love with him nine years ago had been the easiest thing she’d ever done, but allowing her heart to love him now would be the hardest thing she could think of. Each time he came near her and every time he touched her, she wanted to melt into his arms and plead for him to keep her safe, take care of her and love her again, like he used to.

“Please? Let me fall asleep with you in my arms,” he whispered and she knew she couldn’t tell him no, especially when she wanted it as much as he did.

“Okay, but I have to go first thing in the morning.”

He stood and pulled the sheet back on the bed before he grabbed the edge of the shirt she wore and slipped it over her head. “I want your skin next to mine,” he said, wadding up the shirt and tossed it back across the chair. “Come here.”

She moved back next to him and he wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her to his side. Tossing the sheet over them, she snuggled against him and laid her head on his chest. Soft curls tickled her cheek. Her fingers slid through the hair and she heard a low groan rumble beneath her face. He grasped her fingers and intertwined them with his own.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, slanting a silver path across their bodies when she tossed her leg over his thigh and fitted her body to the curve of his.

We always did seem to fit perfectly together.

His lips grazed her forehead softly and his free hand skimmed along her shoulder in a feathery caress.

Does he love me? I wish I knew.

Her heart settled peacefully into a slow rhythm and his breathing calmed and became regular. She knew he slept when his soft snores reached her ears and she smiled wistfully. It had been a long time since she’d spent the night with a man, any man, much less Wyatt Crossland.

She looked at their fingers still entwined and resting on his chest as thoughts began to race across her mind.

Could we possibly build a life together after all these years? We are still obviously attracted to each other, but could he love me again? Is it possible?

Sighing heavily, she pushed the ‘what if’s’ out of her mind as she snuggled next to him and closed her eyes.

* * * *

Bright sunlight touched Wyatt’s face as he groaned softly and rolled over. His hand touched soft womanly skin and he inhaled the sweet scent of the hair of the woman next to him. Jamie.

It wasn’t a dream after all.

He smiled and opened his eyes slightly, only to see the curve of her waist and the nicest ass he had ever been privy to, snuggled up to his groin. He stifled a groan when she moaned in her sleep and pushed her bottom further against him. The brain between his legs obviously had a mind of its own this morning as it started to throb and ache with want for the sweet heat so enticingly calling his name.