Manwich

Chapter 7

Chapter Four

All capacity for rational thought vanished like mist as Shawn moved next to her, their thighs pressed tightly together. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb tenderly back and forth across her skin. His other arm encircled her shoulders, fingertips caressing the bare skin of her shoulder.

His breath was warm as he drew closer, his blue eyes simmering under heavy lids. Those Brad Pitt pouty lips were a mere few inches away, like a long-time dream about to be realized. This was Shawn, her neighbor, one of the most gorgeous guys on the planet, the subject of many a fantasy in which she pretended he was making love to her, pretending the orgasm she was having was by his hand not hers.

Her thoughts cut off with the first touch of his lips, soft and warm and strong. A sigh slipped from her throat. Her eyelids fluttered closed as he brushed his lower lip against hers, a romantic, tentative gesture, giving her the choice to stop him or to continue.

Continue. Definitely continue. Forever would be nice.

With her heart fluttering madly, she let him know exactly her decision. Sinking back against the cushions, her arms coming up around him, palming the hard muscles of his back, she pulled him down onto her.

His heavy-lidded gaze trapped hers and she heard his breath catch softly. “Yes,” he whispered and slid his hand from her cheek into her hair, cradling her head as he deepened the kiss. His back muscles flexed in the most satisfying masculine way from the small movement and the tip of his tongue feathered along the seam of her lips, which she gladly parted.

Mmm. His tongue swirled languorously inside her mouth, moist and hot, bringing the heat in her core from simmering to boiling. If this was boring, let it bore her to tears! She opened her lips wider, mating her tongue against his. She let one of her hands travel up his back, over his strong neck into the tousled, wheat-colored hair, so silky soft against her fingertips. The other hand explored the terrain of flexing muscles, hillocks and ridges of man. The heat from his body and the clean musky scent of him mixed with aftershave and the sweetness of the wine cooler on his lips and tongue, heightened the blaze.

Shawn’s hand slid from her hair, fingertips trailing down her cheek, sliding down the curve of her throat to whisper back and forth across her collarbone.

His touch felt like sparks of heat and she arched her back, hungry for that touch on her breasts. Where this wanton woman in his arms had come from she didn’t know. She only knew she wanted him inside her. Deep inside.

Shawn lifted his lips from hers. His broad chest heaved against her breasts and his sparkling blue eyes smoldered. Never before had a man looked at her with such potent desire. The irises darkened with a simmering mixture of possession, desire and forever. “Kayla.” His voice had fallen to a husky whisper.

She stared up at him. “What is it?”

His gazed roved across her face, as if he were trying to get inside her. “I really want you.”

The words caressed her like a pair of hands, the touch sliding down between her thighs, stoking the already raging bonfire down there. I really want you. Line or not, no one had ever said that to her before. The feeling was one hundred percent mutual.

“I mean, I don’t want you to think I’m just…” A thoughtful look passed through his eyes. “I can’t think straight,” he went on. “I’m trying to tell you I want to be with you. Not just…with you.”

Wow. Kayla struggled to focus her eyes. He was talking relationship here. Her track record with keeping relationships was not good. And she’d always been cautious. Time for a new approach, perhaps?

Her breasts tingled, dying for Shawn’s hands and tongue on them. Her p***y felt slippery and swollen, throbbing with need. And, well, there was that little fact of her crush on him that had lasted over a year. Maybe, just maybe, there was more than a crush happening here.

There was only one way to find out. She’d have to let it all flow and then see if they still wanted each other after—to put it indelicately—they came. If not, well they’d have to deal with it. For one brief moment, she thought of her meeting with Valerie Martin’s agent. She certainly couldn’t go through with a ménage with two hired hands if a serious relationship was developing between her and Shawn. No. In that case, she’d have to choose. And given a choice, she’d pick Shawn. Writing jobs could come and go. But a gorgeous guy she’d had a crush on for a long time and who now seemed to like her back…she was going to see about that first!

“Okay,” she breathed. “No need to explain.” She lifted her face and planted her lips on his before he could say another word.

Shawn returned the kiss deeply, plunging his tongue, hot and moist, between her lips. One large strong hand closed gently around her breast, moving in a tight, lazy circle. His palm rubbed her n****e through the thin cotton of her shirt and bra and she felt the bud tighten, sending waves of warmth through her whole breast.

A low groan vibrated from Shawn’s throat into her mouth as the same hand moved from her breast and slipped underneath her blouse, sliding up her ribcage. His fingertips explored the lace scalloping on her bra, pushing the material aside to find her bare n****e. He rolled the already hard nub between his thumb and forefinger.

Kayla moaned, her own fists grabbing up his t-shirt, pulling it out of his jeans so she could feel the muscles directly under her palms. This throwing caution to the wind thing was turning out to be as hot as hell and she opened her legs, her skirt riding up on her thighs.

On what seemed instinct, Shawn moved over, nesting his hips between her legs.

The bulge of an erection pressed distinctly against her slit. His hips rocked against her, grinding into her clit through the thin material of her panties. It had been forever since she’d been with a man and she wasn’t going to last long if he kept doing that. She couldn’t ask him to stop, however. It felt too damn good. She slipped her hands below the waist of his jeans, pushed her fingertips underneath the elastic waist of boxers and let her palms come to rest on his rock-hard buttocks. Unable to resist, she squeezed, pulling him tighter against her.

Shawn groaned and lifted his mouth from hers. He was panting now and his lids hooded his eyes. His face was darkly flushed. “Kayla, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

His eyes widened. “You don’t?”

She shook her head. “No.”

He grinned. “Hot damn. My lucky year.”

Yeah, right. It sounded great. Kayla Morgan making a guy’s year. She doubted it. They’d see in a little while if it stuck. No pun intended.

He lowered his face to hers and captured her mouth in a deep but short kiss. Pulling away, he rolled off her and stood up, tugging gently on her hand.

Kayla let him lead her out of the living room into the hall. He pushed open a door and stood aside for her.

His bedroom was as cozy and inviting as the living room. A lamp on the bedside table cast a soft glow on the earth tone rugs covering the hardwood floors, as well as on the books and plants arranged on the shelves of antique bookcases. Against the other wall a large mirror sat over a carved old dresser.

Shawn squeezed her hand and led her over to king-sized maple four-poster bed covered with a cozy down comforter in a soft flannel cover, which he drew back. He sat down and pulled her gently between his legs, sliding his hands around to cup her buttocks.

Kayla stepped closer to him and laced the fingers of both hands through his hair. She looked down, watching his long golden lashes lie on his cheeks as he nuzzled and nibbled her breasts over the linen material of her blouse.

He squeezed her butt cheeks again before slipping his hands under her skirt, his fingertips skating up and down the outsides of her thighs and then…inside. In slow circles he caressed the supple skin on her inner thighs, sending trails of heat through her skin. His eyes smoldered up at her. “You feel so good,” he rasped and teased closer and closer toward her throbbing core.

“Thank you,” she breathed, her eyelids fluttering. Her breath caught softly in her throat when he touched her over her panties.

Delicately he traced the outline of her p***y lips. “You’re soaking wet,” he whispered against her breasts. He slipped two fingertips under the elastic and pushed them into her slit.

She moaned as he found her clit and rubbed the rose of slick flesh slowly in tiny circles.

With his other hand, he worked open the button of her skirt, pulled down the zipper and tugged her skirt, moving his other hand away just long enough to let the article slip down her legs, into a puddle around her feet. “Kayla,” he said softly, his fingertips tracing reverent circles over her abdomen and mound, over her panties. “You are so pretty and soft.”

“Thank you,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed from the pleasure of his touch. He was making her feel so incredibly beautiful, like a tempting siren, or something mythical like that. The sensation was utterly new and she tilted her head back, already feeling like a woman from the cover of one of Valerie Martin’s novels.

She felt her blouse lifting up, exposing her stomach, followed by the warmth of his lips, his mouth slightly open, moving across her stomach. He paused at her belly button and swirled his tongue around it before moving further south. He nuzzled her mound over the satiny cloth, then sat back to lift her blouse off over her head.

Now that she stood before him in only her bra and panties, she watched his blue gaze rove over her, from head to toe.

He whistled softly under his breath. “Wow, Kayla. You’re a knockout.”

Her already flushed cheeks heated. Her hands slid from his hair and came to rest on the muscular caps of his shoulders. “Thanks. So are you.”

He grinned up at her. In one swift motion, he pulled his t-shirt off over his head and dropped it on the foot of the bed.

Even though she’d seen him shirtless before, she caught her breath at the sight of his magnificent torso, sculpted with muscles not too bulky or long, and soft golden hair across his pecs, funneling into a delicious trail down the center of his tight abdomen. She slid her hands over his shoulders and triceps, then to his chest, raking her fingertips through the silky hair. A soft groan escaped his throat as she explored the flat smoothness of his n*****s.

He slid his hands up her back, fumbling with the hooks of her bra. The next moment he had it open, sliding the thin straps over her arms, letting the bra fall to the floor. With his large hands splayed on her back, he pulled her closer again, until her breasts were inches from his face. “Kayla,” he whispered before closing his mouth gently over her right n****e. He tugged her n****e between his lips and tongue, sending sparks of heat through her body straight into her s*x.

She moaned softly and clasped her arms around his head, her fingers burying once again into his hair.

Shawn lifted his mouth and went to her other n****e, sucking it to the same peak of hardness. His hands smoothed down her back to her panties, which he began to slip off past her hips. He lowered them down until they dropped by themselves in the puddle of her skirt. His fingertips once again slipped between her p***y lips, spreading her open, gently rubbing the slick flesh of her clit. His other hand went to the button of his jeans, working them open.

This hot, yet tender exploration and enjoyment of her body seemed like something magical, otherworldly, an experience that one didn’t get everyday, or even in a lifetime. Kayla let herself go with abandon, felt every sensation, every inch of Shawn’s hot muscled flesh and reveled in the feel of his mouth on her in a way she never had before. She could only imagine that this was what heaven felt like. No wonder everyone wanted to go there!

Shawn finally lifted his mouth from her breast to work his zipper down and pull off his jeans.

Kayla stepped out of the puddle of skirt and panties, leaving them next to Shawn’s jeans on the rug.

Shawn took her hand and grinned at her, tugging her gently to the bed. He moved aside so she could climb in. Her gaze was riveted to his naked body as she lay down beside him.

She hadn’t seen a live naked man in two years—magazine photographs in desperately horny moments didn’t count—and her first look after such a long time was glorious. The blond trail of hair down his stomach, she now saw ended in a thick nest around the base of his c**k and balls. His erection, thick and hard, was a darkish pink and veined. His thighs were sloping and muscular and covered with the same golden hair.

Shawn was breathing heavily, watching her scrutiny with an expression that said, I hope you like what you see. After receiving her appreciative smile, he opened the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a foil packet. He ripped it open and rolled the condom over his erection. Bridging her with his hands on either side of her on the mattress, he dipped his face to hers, capturing her mouth again. His tongue invaded hers with hot urgency while he gently lowered his body down, settling his hips between her thighs.

Kayla moaned softly into his mouth when his c**k pressed against her open s*x.

“Mmm,” Shawn murmured, pulling sensuously away from the kiss. He gazed down at her, a grin curving his full lips. Reaching down, he spread her open, guiding the head of his c**k to her wet opening. With several small, firm pushes, he slid into her, sheathing himself until their bodies met.

Kayla gasped from the pleasure of a man’s c**k filling her after so long. Yet, even though the blissful sensation dazed her, the deeply passionate yet tender way he took her, as if he were afraid of hurting her and cared so much that she enjoyed their lovemaking, didn’t escape her notice.

She gazed up under half-closed lids, encircling Shawn in her arms. Talk about pleasure of a lifetime. The friction was delicious beyond belief as he began to glide in and out of her with firm yet gentle motions.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered before lowering his face to hers again, taking her mouth in soft deep kisses as he thrust inside her.

“Thank you,” she breathed, smoothing her palms over his hips and buttocks, loving the way the muscles flexed with his movements. Every fantasy she’d ever had about this guy was just like this. She spread her legs wider, delighting in the way he filled her. One hand laced into his hair, feeling its silkiness against her fingertips as he smothered her cheeks and neck with teasing licks and soft kisses.

“Shawn.” She whispered his name several times as his loving invaded her heart. Was it possible to happen this fast, or was it the lust of this glorious moment? The way her body was careening toward fulfillment, the pleasure gathering toward bursting in her core, it was so hard to tell.

Saying his name seemed to turn him on more and he groaned softly each time she said it, increasing the rhythm of his thrusts.

Unable to stop her body from release, she grasped his buttocks, pulling him tightly against her. The added friction sent her over the edge. The spasms caused her body to arch against him, her hands gripped his hips, her eyes screwed shut. Time froze for those few moments as her body released the ecstasy that had been pent up inside her. She cried out softly.

Saturated with pleasure, she went limp beneath him.

Shawn stopped moving and gazed down at her. His body was warm and damp, the scent of s*x and male musk swirled in the air around them. He lowered his face and kissed her softly. “Wow,” he breathed. “That was nice.” He brushed his thumb across her cheek.

Kayla found herself staring up at him, unable to speak. Was this guy for real? She could only pray that the tenderness lasted after…

Shawn slipped his hand down between their bodies and found her clit with gentle fingertips. “I want you to come again,” he whispered. He continued to slide in and out of her in a deliciously gliding rhythm while rubbing her clit in tiny circles.

That was it. It didn’t take long for her previously deprived body to careen over the edge again. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders and she cried out softly as the waves of orgasm washed away all awareness except for the bliss passing through her.

When she opened her eyes again, he was grinning down at her. He reached up and pushed her hair back off her face.

Kayla ran her hands over his buttocks and lower back, resting on his hips. He moaned softly when her palms came to rest on his hips and he started moving again, this time at a frenzied pace. She spread her legs wide so he could push into her as deeply as possible and lifted her face to his, locking their lips in a deep kiss.

Within moments, he groaned and his body jerked with a climax. She felt the tiny pulsations inside her before he collapsed gently, his body half covering hers. Her hands rested on his heaving back, her face pressed into his neck, breathing in his delicious musky aroma. If anything was better than this, she had yet to find it.

“Kayla, that was incredible.” His voice was husky and breathless in her ear.

Kayla’s impulse was to believe he was just saying that but something in his tone touched her. “Th-thank you. It was for me too.”

He lifted his face and looked down at her. “Really?”

She nodded against the pillow. Reaching up to touch his cheek, her heart fluttered and not just from the exertion of their lovemaking. “Really.”

He grinned. “God, I’m glad you feel that way.” He kissed her lips softly, then pulled out of her. He threw the condom away and rolled back onto to his side, molding his body to hers, his face nuzzling into her hair.

Kayla closed her eyes. “I do feel that way.”

“I was kind of hoping you’d stay the night,” he murmured. “I know you have all that writing to do but I want to hold you.”

Kayla’s heart clenched. He wants me to stay. Once again, she thought of Valerie Martin and the ménage and the hired hands. An opportunity of a lifetime, perhaps. But here was Shawn, real and alive, holding her and wanting her.

She sighed. As much as she’d waited for a chance like the one given her in the agent’s office today, she’d waited for a chance with a man like this for a lot longer.

Squeezing Shawn more tightly in her arms, she made her decision. “I want to stay, Shawn,” she said softly.

“Yay,” came the murmured response, followed by a soft warm kiss on her shoulder and his arm closing warm and safe around her.

Kayla exhaled and snuggled in, delighting in the warm strength Shawn’s body emanated. She closed her eyes. First thing in the morning she’d call Valerie’s agent and tell her she couldn’t do the job.