She reached down and unbuttoned his fly, pushing his jeans around his hips.
“This doesn’t seem fair,” he said. “I’m nearly naked and you’re fully clothed.”
“Life isn’t fair.” She pushed at him until she was on top. She pulled his jeans off, then ran her hands up hard, muscular legs. Mitch looked like some sort of Greek god. His skin was on the olive side, but not so dark that she thought Mediterranean. Whatever the combination of genes, they’d created a perfect specimen.
She ran her fingers up his thighs, skimming over his hard penis. Her heart was beating so fast-she wanted to jump all over him. But she also wanted to go slow, to savor this connection, a melding with Mitch that she couldn’t explain and didn’t want to overthink for fear of it disappearing in a puff of smoke.
She swallowed uneasily as her heart flipped. Her life was in total disarray and she was stepping over the line into an area of relationships that, for her, was still unexplored. Sex, yes, but this. . this sense of more scared her. Scared her but she wanted it nonetheless.
“Claire, sweetness, is something wrong?” Mitch touched her chin, pushed it up to look at him, his dark eyes concerned.
She shook her head. “You’re gorgeous.” Keep it light, keep it flirtatious.
Don’t fall too hard, Claire.
Too late.
“You’re rather gorgeous yourself.” He pulled her up until their lips met. He kissed her softly but consistently, not pushing but not shying away. Her brief melancholy passed and she nipped his lip, then skimmed her tongue along his strong, square jawline to his ear, then back again and up the other side.
Mitch sensed something had disturbed Claire, but then she flipped an internal switch and turned more passionate, heating up his easy kisses. Her hands didn’t stop moving, squeezing his biceps, his triceps, grasping his hands as her mouth moved from his mouth down his neck, down his chest, her tongue skimming his navel as Claire traveled further south.
“God, Claire.”
“Don’t you mean goddess?” she teased, then ran her tongue over his hard cock.
“You don’t play fair,” he said.
“You’re right. I don’t.”
“In that case. .” Mitch reached down and grabbed Claire under her arms and pulled her right up to him. He kissed her as if it were for the last time. He rolled her over, to give himself better leverage and more control. He pulled off her lacy black tank top and bright pink bra, then filled his hands with her breasts. They were perfect. He tasted one, then the other, then back again, until Claire squirmed beneath him.
Mitch loved that Claire wasn’t timid in her nakedness, nor did she play games with sex. She took what she wanted and gave back twice as much. He slid off her jeans, only marginally surprised to find a mischievous fairy tattoo-Tinkerbell? — high on her outer right thigh, right below a very sexy bikini line. He kissed it. First an Irish icon on her shoulder, then a fairy on her thigh. Mitch eagerly anticipated what else he would discover as he explored.
Claire’s defenses fell completely away as Mitch moved his mouth from her outer thigh to her inner thigh, his warm breath caressing her most sensitive spot. She gasped as he nibbled, his mouth moving closer and closer until he pushed his tongue into her and sucked.
Her hands grasped the down comforter as she moaned, “God, Mitch.”
He raised his head and in a husky voice said, “You called?”
“You tease.” She reached into her nightstand and felt around until she found a condom. She threw it at Mitch.
Claire wanted to keep it light, but she was spiraling further out of control. She wanted to keep sex with Mitch easy and fun, but it was dark and sexy and needy. She needed him as much as she wanted him.
Their hands and limbs moved constantly, touching, squeezing, caresses hard and soft, teasing and urgent, both fun and all business.
“Claire.”
As soon as she looked into Mitch’s eyes, he plunged into her. Her eyes closed and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her. He didn’t move at first, just held himself deep inside her, while he kissed her. Warmly, with a deep affection Claire craved.
“Look at me,” Mitch said.
She did. Mitch’s chocolate brown eyes stared at her with such intensity, his face revealing a layer of emotion she hadn’t seen before.
He started moving inside her. Slowly. Exquisitely. Their hands clasped as they focused on watching the pleasure their bodies generated in each other’s eyes.
Claire gasped from the intensity of their coupling. Here and now wasn’t only about sex and mutual pleasure. It was as if they’d become one person, their hearts beating in rhythm, their bodies completely in tune with each other. She’d never had this sense of completeness with anyone. Lust was turning into something else, the more she both wanted and feared.
The slow tempo of their lovemaking increased. Bit by bit, together, by unspoken consent, their bodies moved faster. Sweat glistened on their skin as they held back in order to make the finale more powerful. Claire wrapped her legs around Mitch’s thighs, to urge him to go deeper, to be even closer to him. With every thrust, she shook. With every grunt deep in his chest, she gasped.
Mitch licked his lips as he watched the waves of pleasure on Claire’s flushed face. He loved how Claire gave herself so completely to him without holding back. She was as physical in bed as he, loved the foreplay, wasn’t afraid to touch him anywhere and everywhere. As if reading his mind, her hands pulled from his and wrapped around his neck, over his head, down to his shoulders where her nails cut erotically into his back when he adjusted his position to rub against her in just the way she liked.
Foreplay was the time for teasing and games; now was the time for focus. For love. To show Claire that this wasn’t an isolated moment in time. That they had something together that they didn’t have apart.
Her hands moved down to his ass and squeezed as her body tensed beneath him, her breathing quick, sounds escaping her throat that hit him deep in his cock. They were slick with sweat, their bodies raw and exposed, as Mitch positioned his hands under Claire’s beautiful ass and pushed her as far as she would go. Her orgasm came with several high-pitched moans, and he followed with a loud groan.
He lay on top of her for a minute, panting. Then he pulled her into an embrace, side by side. He kissed her all over her face and shoulders and neck, not wanting to pull out, but knowing he had to break the spell. He wanted this time, this raw exposure, between him and Claire. He brushed her hair off her face. She was looking at him, her blue eyes bright and satisfied and warm. Mitch drank in that content, blissful expression on Claire’s face. He wanted to make her happy, protect her from the pain she lived with day in and day out. They had found each other, and together they had something too powerful to ignore.
Even though half of it was built on a lie.
Mitch knew he’d fallen in love, and fallen hard.
FOURTEEN
Claire couldn’t sleep. Mitch’s even breathing was soothing, and she was lulled into a comfortable drowsiness, but she still couldn’t cross over to the other side.
She watched Mitch while he slept, sprawled comfortably across her bed on his stomach. Too good to be true, but here he was, in the flesh. Her body still remembered just how good he was, and he was in her bed, generating about a thousand watts of heat. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t sleep, she was too hot. He wore his boxers and had only the sheet draped over his legs. Neelix was curled between his feet. Mitch was a good sport about her cat.
The bullet wound he’d gotten while in the military hadn’t made it to his back. In the faint light she saw another scar, lower on his back, above his left kidney. And another scar on his arm. That one was new-it still bore a reddish appearance. She’d seen it many times before; it was on his forearm. He’d never told her what it was from, and she’d never asked.