Chapter Seven

Today, Russell had expected to see some smoke in the chimney. Susan had been here for over two weeks.

Slowing down—he always slowed down, now, when he neared her little home—he looked for some sign of life. It was after seven… Was she awake yet? Did she sleep nude? All those luscious curves tangled in silk sheets? Hadn’t she said early for the hike, or had it been later in the afternoon?

He hadn’t expected to see her jumping out of the back of the U-Haul. And why was that still here? And why was she in her PJs? Her head turned as she pulled the roll-down back door closed, but not before he saw a bed. Holy hell. He was pulling into the long drive before he even knew it. She gave him a blurry-eyed look, shoved her tousled hair back behind her ear and jumped up and down on her bare feet. Son of a bitch.

“What the hell are you doing? And don’t tell me you’re sleeping in that U-Haul,” he demanded, the minute his boots hit dirt.

She blinked several times, shielded her eyes with one hand and hopped from foot to foot. “Okay. I won’t. Later, dude.” She practically skipped her way to the garage, pulled the door up and raced in, stuffing her feet into slippers that she’d laid neatly inside the garage doorway before he could even process what she’d said.

“Whoa, now, come on. Cut me some slack. You have a house. Why are you sleeping in the truck?” For fuck’s sake, he wanted to add. She could come and sleep with him if she didn’t want her own home. Not that he could guarantee she’d sleep. He sure hadn’t last night. He couldn’t even guarantee he would let her come up for air for days.

She flung her dark hair over her shoulder and said, “The house isn’t clean yet.”

The house wasn’t clean? He followed. He was not letting her get away with this. First she’d been eyeing the chainsaws; then the unlocked house. She could cut her foot off. And the axe? He’d been half scared out of his mind by the mere idea of her trying to use that axe. It was as big as she was. But now she was sleeping in a U-Haul?

Her home was spotless. He’d noticed that yesterday. It was warm, cosy and clean. And she was pissing him off with this little attitude. He’d barely made it inside when he was suddenly blindsided by a screeching, sweet-smelling female jumping into his arms and yelling for him to get back.

“Out! Oh, my God. Out…hurry! Russell!”

He backed down the steps, fully aware that he finally had the woman he’d been craving for weeks in his arms. Last night had been pure torture. Today, he knew he wanted in all the way. He wasn’t going to back down any longer, not if she was willing. It’d taken him all night to ease the hard-on he’d had, blazing hot and ready for her. Today, he’d made the decision to speed his mission up before his dick fell off. She’d seemed more than onboard with that last night. If she still was, he was diving in, had been all he’d thought about on the drive down. And now? Now he had her in his arms.

“Hurry! Hurry!” She beat on his back with a small fist and tried to force him to move faster.

“What the fuck’s the matter?” he grated, trying to see around her at the same time as she tried to climb over his shoulder. Bare skin touched his face and, God, was that her stomach, or…? It was her breast, right against his face. There went his balls, tight as a fist and ready to blow.

“Skunk! Family!” She managed to get him moving with that, and he chuckled when he’d got them out of the house and as far back into the corner of the garage as possible. Sure enough, a pissed off skunk and three little ones came out of her kitchen, hopefully not spraying. He struggled not to turn her to the side of the garage wall and fuck her right here, without battling a pack of angry skunks.

Susan was breathlessly laughing in his neck, but holding on so tight to him that he felt a surge of possessiveness hit him hard. Her little butt in his hands was so soft and plump, yet firm. His brain slowed down, making thinking a challenge because all he could concentrate on was how good she felt in his arms. His mind suddenly zeroed in on the fact that all he needed to do was unzip, pull those flannels down her lush ass and he’d be where he needed to be. For the rest of the day. Or week, if possible.

Forcing himself to calm down a notch, he took a few deep breaths, like he was on a mission, his prey in sight.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He could do this. She was small and he sure wasn’t. But he could be in control. He could be. He would be. He wasn’t going to hurt her. Nope. Nada. Not happening.

Shit, he’d need long, sweaty sex for hours before he could even think of going slowly and seductively. Instinctively, he knew she needed slow and seductive, which meant he needed to calm down.

“I think you’re safe now. Looks like they didn’t cause any damage,” he managed, his voice coming out husky and deep like he’d swallowed sawdust, but he was trying, here.

She didn’t seem to notice. She was still breathless and holding him tightly, arms around his neck, legs around his waist, but she turned to look back at the black and white little family exiting her garage. Her hair was brushing his face, and he couldn’t have stopped himself from breathing in all that glorious silk if he’d tried. She smelt sweet and clean, some kind of flowery scent that made his cock jump again.

All his mind could do was circle around the same thing. She was spread open like this, exactly how he had imagined her last night when he’d come explosively in his own hand. Except she was in flannel, and not naked and wet around him. He’d shot a huge amount of cum simply thinking of taking her against a wall, shoving up as he ground against her. He knew women had a spot right there in the front, right where he’d be able to hit each time he tunnelled through her wet heat. He’d blown his load imagining her like that, with those cute nails in his shoulders, holding him tight as he brought her to climax.

But this wasn’t a dream or fantasy of her; this was Susan in his arms. She wasn’t ready for him like that. She might not even be ready for slow and easy. She might not want him for more than a skunk rescuer.

Susan let out a breath and suddenly leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “I really, really, don’t like this place, Russell,” she said, so softly he barely heard her.

Chuckling, he met surprised blue eyes. “No? I can’t imagine why.” His voice came out a bit deeper than usual, but she only blinked, then started laughing. A pure, pretty little laugh. They were a breath away from kissing. He could see how clear and smooth her skin was this close. Absolutely beautiful, with a touch of pink from the cold. He wanted to rub his rough face against hers, then go lower to touch every inch of her.

“Good morning,” she murmured softly, and shifted in his arms.

The look in her eyes was all he needed. In two seconds flat, he had her butt on the counter by the refrigerator and was standing between her thighs kissing her like he’d wanted to for days. Deep, demanding kisses that drove them both wild.

He needed to slow down, but she tasted so good. She was like pure candy, sweet and addictive. Holding her face still, he ate at her mouth, half fearing he’d bite her, he was so aroused. With a low groan he couldn’t stop and didn’t want to, he dived past her lips and she opened for him with a soft moan. His mind went blank; pure instinct took over and had him nipping and teasing her mouth with his, driving himself crazy with lust but, God, he couldn’t stop. At first she froze, but within seconds she kissed him back, licking his tongue, shifting on the counter to get closer so she could run her hands up his back. He felt her take his baseball cap off and run her nails over his scalp and he nearly lost control. A groan rumbled up his throat at the lust pounding in him. He yanked her closer and felt her toss his hat behind them. Smiling against his lips she laughed softly and slid her soft hands under his shirt.

The mixture of lust and fun threw him for a loop. He reined his lust in and cupped her ass in his hands to look down at her. He’d made her lips all puffy and wet, luscious looking from their kisses. She blinked up at him and he swore her blue eyes twinkled. He needed her.

She was going to kill him; she was so perfect for him.

She wrapped those luscious legs around his waist to pull him in tight, and his cock settled against her barely covered pussy. He had to pull back, or come in his jeans. Had any woman ever made him so trigger happy? Fuck, no. Susan was more than he could handle. Susan—teasing, sexy and more than willing in his arms—had him on fire. She squirmed against him and dug those nails into his shoulders with a soft gasp of breath when his erection was suddenly right where it needed to be—as tight as it was possible to be against her heat without being naked.

“Bedroom or counter, because I’m not doing this in a U-Haul,” he grated, watching her eyelids, heavy with arousal, open to reveal sexy blue eyes. He was right back on her lips, groaning with the need to make her even hotter for him. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, explore what made her hot, but first he needed her. Gripping her lush bottom, he urged her up closer so he could rub his erection against her inner thighs. She gasped and tightened her legs around his waist. Their tongues duelled and tangled and he knew he had to let go of her to get her inside the house, but no way could he let go of her mouth when she was kissing him like her life depended on it. She tugged his hair and slowly moved her mouth to his jaw, where she continued to drive him insane by running her lips over his chin and on to right behind his ear.

“Sunshine, I’m begging here,” he groaned. “Where to?” He tipped his head down and caught her mouth again for a long, intense kiss. Not that he was letting her speak. He couldn’t let go of her mouth. He felt lost without those sweet lips.

“Russell…” His name on her lips made him want to howl. This could not be a no. He was on edge. He had to be very careful, because he wanted to shove those cute blue flannel bottoms, with their little puffy clouds, down to her ankles and mount her right here, spread out wide and welcoming for his possession. He could imagine how slick she would be. So hot and tight.

“Sunshine, tell me this isn’t a no.” He licked and sucked on her neck, tasting her silky skin, and she made a soft little moan. She arched her back and yes! Her nipples were tight little points against his T-shirt. “Bed or counter?” He was losing the power of speech, let alone the power to move.

“Bed.”

He jerked up and stared down at her, his cock beating in time with his heart. “Are you sure?”

She was breathless, flushed, and her blue eyes were dark with arousal. Shit, yeah. Now to calm the hell down. No pounding. No pumping hard. Slow. Gentle. Seduce, foreplay.

She nodded, a shy smile tipping her pink lips upward into a slow grin.

He hoisted her up and took her mouth again right when she opened her mouth to say something. He nipped lightly at her fuller bottom lip and suckled it lightly. He could do soft and gentle. He could. He hoped he could. She wrapped around him like a Goddamn little kitten, arms around his neck and legs around his hips. She fit him perfectly. He could have shoved his jeans down and taken her right there. She was light in his arms and he would, soon; he would stand up and shove her down his cock, but right now, right now he needed to seduce. Slow, lingering foreplay, or else he’d scare her. Later on would be the time for fast, hard sex with her in his arms like this.

“Where, honey?”

“That way…” She let go of him with one hand and pointed down the hall before she traced kisses along his neck. He practically broke light speed getting to that door. She bit down lightly on his shoulder, and his mind went completely off track. He surged forward and backed her ass to the wall.

“Open.” Russell bumped her butt against the door, but she didn’t hear him or else she was too busy with her lips behind his ear again. “Susan, baby, the door, gotta open the door.”

She reached down behind them and fumbled with the doorknob. As soon as he heard it open he kicked it aside so abruptly it hit the wall and bounced back on her butt. She jumped in his arms, pulling away from where she was rubbing those soft lips on his jaw to give him a surprised, indignant frown.

“Ouch, Russell!”

If he could have laughed, he would have. But he should have been the one saying ‘ouch’—he was hurting too badly to do more than grimace. “Sorry. Clothes. Off.”

Lips met lips again for a scorching kiss. With more strength than he thought he had, he unwound Susan from his body, set her down without releasing her mouth and managed to get her undressed in record time. Top—hell, he ripped it a little, but who cared? Her bottoms tore too, and then there was nothing but her, naked, looking up at him breathlessly. Maybe he was going too fast, but he needed this and, holy shit, she was… He stepped back to stare. He might have stumbled back, but who could have blamed him?

Susan was beautifully curved in all the right places. Her plump, rounded breasts were all natural, and tipped with amazing pink nipples. She had well over a handful, he could tell, and her breasts were so sweetly rounded he wanted to cup them both and rub his face over the valley they would make. She had creamy skin and a smooth stomach, a tucked-in waist… He swallowed at the thought of feeling her move against him as she rode him. He’d be able to mould his hands to the killer curve of her hips and circle back to cup her perfect ass. She had long, slender legs that could hold a man tight and—Holy Mother of God—soft, blonde curls at the juncture of her delicate thighs. She was enough to make a man lose the ability to think.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” He was barely able to speak, he was so hot. He’d never seen a woman as beautiful as Susan in his life. Never fucked one. Never been near one. And he had never had one looking up at him with such a mixture of mischief and arousal, and a bit overwhelmed, too. No doubt with the speed of this, he reminded himself. Shit, his dick was nearly ready to finish this and he’d not even unzipped yet. He needed to slow down.

“Sorry, but, Goddamn, you’re killing me, Sunshine. I need you. I’m trying…trying for slow but baby, maybe hard and fast a few times, then slow for the rest of the day? And I’m warning you, no air ‘til tomorrow.” Not letting her say a word, he took her mouth again and fought the flood of cum filling his cock at the first feel of her hot, sleek skin in his hands. She was silkier than any woman he’d ever touched. So supple he wanted to bend her over and try every position he could imagine with her.

Later.

She melted into the kiss, rubbing herself against him while tugging at his shirt with a soft, feminine sound of frustration that made him even hotter. It felt like it’d been years since he’d had sex, and all of that missing action was trying to climb in one huge spurt out of his pulsing cock.

Time to move this along. He bent, picked her up, and tossed her to the bed, grinning when she gave a happy squeal. God, this was all so new. She was looking at him expectantly, smiling and happy, excited, and more than willing. Women usually looked at him with lust but usually that was a mixture of loneliness and too many cocktails. He’d take what they offered, though, and give them what they wanted—a long fuck from a sailor before they each went their separate ways. He’d never held back from taking what he needed from a willing woman, but the thought of using Susan like that squeezed his heart until he could barely breathe.

His clothes were off before she could do more than get up on her knees. He moved towards her and she smiled a greeting that made his cock jerk. Her blue eyes widened at his size and one delicate hand ventured out and he took it, wrapping it around his heavy cock. He was so erect his cock was at the point of no return, the heavy weight of it throbbing in time with his heart. The first touch of her hand made him grit his back teeth, it felt so good.

“Baby, touch me.”

Looking down, he had to groan. There was no way to stop it. She circled him slowly, her fingers barely able to touch around the girth, and swept her hand up and down with a twist that felt like heaven.

“Russell…oh, my. You’re so…so…big. I’m not quite sure about this…”

Did she sound hesitant, or plain scared?

He had to focus his attention, but when she tipped her face up to meet his eyes, her dark hair fell against her breasts and a cotton-candy pink nipple peeked at him. He ordered his eyes back up and felt a rush of lust hit him low in the stomach. Blue eyes met his, sexy, aroused and hesitantly excited. Not exactly scared, but a little cautious. Damn.

“We’re gonna go at it slow and easy, baby. Slow and easy.” He might die. But he was a man—he could do this.

She squeezed him with both hands, slowly running them down to his base, then cupped his balls with one hand. His eyes nearly crossed. He had to pull away or spill all over her before they’d even started.

“That feels good, baby, but I might not last if you keep that up much longer.”

“Russell…” she murmured his name, sounding more than ready.

“Holding on by a thread,” he said, and pressed her down. Immediately he had his hands full of her lush breasts. More than a handful. Every inch of her was silky, hot and felt sexy against his body. He bent his head and pulled one perfect nipple inside his mouth. She tasted like warm honey. The small, round point fitted perfectly against the roof of his mouth. He gave a slight suck on the tip, and she gasped.

His hips jerked. He groaned at the first feel of her wet curls against the head of his cock. It took every ounce of his will to hold back from thrusting inside her to relieve the aching flesh between his thighs.

Susan pressed her hands to his chest, instantly freezing him in place. She’d gone tense beneath him, her body completely covered by him. Gritting his teeth, he held in the howl that was threatening if she asked him to stop. His cock was wedged barely inside those wet lips. He needed to thrust so bad, his muscles were trembling with need.

“Russell…maybe, maybe slower this first time,” she whispered into his neck. “You’re so big…”

Looking down at where he was poised to enter, he groaned. God, yeah, he was huge and swollen and he hadn’t even checked to see how ready she was. She was wet, but he had no idea how ready she really was.

Think, think. Foreplay.

He could do foreplay. Right?

“Right, sorry, baby. I’m…” ‘In a post ops state and need to fuck your brains out’ wasn’t going to do it, he knew. Instead, he took a deep breath and tightened his control. “You’ve got me a bit excited here, baby. Let’s get this edge off.” He nudged his hand down between them and touched her curls. God, yeah, she was hot. Soft, wet silk met his fingers.

“You’re so fucking pretty. I love this, this right here.” He slid his fingers gently deeper, looking for her sensitive spot. She arched her hips and moaned, digging her short nails into his back. Shit, he was there, so close he had to grit his back teeth and tighten his stomach to stop the downward drop to orgasm. He lowered his head, licking the soft skin of her neck. The flavours of salt and sweet woman exploded in his mouth. Of course she tasted good. He pressed his finger just past her entrance and groaned at how silky hot she felt.

“Oh, Russell, oh my God.” She melted against him, rubbing those gorgeous breasts against his chest and trailing her hands all over his arm and shoulder. He kept his touch gentle, careful, as he pressed kisses to her beautiful throat and neck while he gently stroked her clit.

“Good, ah, baby, you taste so fucking good.”

“Russell.” She was rubbing into his hand now, with little tiny movements of her hips, and he couldn’t take it anymore. Capturing her mouth again, he dived inside, licking and kissing her while he lightly caressed her until she writhed under him demanding more.

“Relax, baby, you need to relax for me,” he managed, breathless from holding back. She was shivering at his touch, a breath away from orgasm.

“Russell! Oh, oh my God, Russell! “

He slipped another finger just barely inside her, trying to ease her tightness and bring her pleasure as well by stroking her clit with his thumb. Suddenly, he felt it. She shivered, her silky thighs on his legs trembled and she squeezed her thighs around his arm, with a soft cry of his name. Had anything ever sounded so perfect? He lifted his head and watched her. She was amazing. Her eyes fluttered closed and she held on to his biceps with one hand, the other on his chest as she arched and trembled beneath him.

“That’s it, come for me. Goddamn, yeah, so fucking hot, Susan. That’s it.”

She was wild, hotter than any woman he’d ever seen. She rubbed against him, her nails digging a path into his flesh he was going to love carrying around for days after.

Suddenly, he felt her relaxing. No way was he allowing that. He wanted her hot and coming around his cock as he took her.

With a deep groan, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and slowly allowed his aching cock to slip inside her. At the first feel of her soft, wet flesh surrounding his cock, shivers raced up his back and his balls drew up tight, ready to blow. He held on, denying his orgasm with an effort he wasn’t going to be able to sustain for much longer.

She didn’t stiffen up, but opened her thighs wider, allowing him deeper penetration. Still, he slowed down, simply easing in inch by inch as he licked and nipped at her neck. He positioned his hand between them and began rubbing his thumb over her clit, keeping her on the edge as he let his cock press inside the wet folds of her cunt.

“Russell…” She feathered her hands over his ass and arched flush with him, letting him sink in a bit farther.

Her reckless urgings were all it took. She wanted this. He wanted this. He tensed every muscle in his body, reminded himself this was for her and pushed forward. She was softer than anything he’d ever felt. She made him lightheaded, she was so soft and wet. And tight. Holy hell, was she tight.

“Oh, Russell.”

Russell couldn’t find his voice. He didn’t know what he’d been doing before he’d met Susan, but it sure hadn’t been fucking. She was smothering his cock in silk. He kept his movements shallow, dragging the sensitive head of his cock along her tight sheath each time he nudged her.

She began meeting him, her hips rising for more with each measured thrust.

“Yes, God, yeah.”

He slipped deeper, enveloping his cock in soft wet heat. It was so good he struggled not to move, not to thrust, but he held back, panting and sweating with the effort to be gentle. He managed to make it to her lips again with a hungry growl. Susan gripped his hair tight and opened her mouth as she began moving under him like a sex Goddess. Her curves, her smell, her hands were his every fantasy come to life. Suddenly it was all too much. He couldn’t have stopped his hips if he’d wanted to, and he didn’t want to. He wanted Susan so badly it hurt. And the only cure? Her.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down his cock at the same time as he lunged forward. Tight, hot wetness caressed his cock. He barely managed to hold in the shout building in his throat. He held still, though, wanting to savour everything about this moment. Two incredible seconds, three, he held himself not even halfway inside her, and he felt his climax barrelling down on him. At the same time, he felt something whispering over the hypersensitive head of his dick. He reared up and groaned at the look of surprise on Susan’s flushed face. Reality hit. “Fuck. Virgin?”

She bit her lip, big blue eyes wide, and nodded.

So many emotions flooded him at that look, and at the realisation that he was taking—fuck, she was giving him—what no other man had ever tasted or touched, he lost it. Nothing could have prepared him for the possessive, dark heat that exploded inside his chest. It added to the lust and he was a goner. His—she was his. Nothing in his life had ever been his. This sweet, trusting woman was his.

“Sorry, baby, Goddamn, I’m sorry… Ah, God, I need—”

She arched her head on the bed with a groan of pleasure before meeting his eyes. “Don’t you dare stop, Russell.”

A half-tortured laugh escaped him. Blue eyes blazed up at him, trusting, aroused, and demanding.

“Sunshine, are you sure?” His heart felt too big suddenly, too confined in his chest as she reached up with one small hand and cupped his jaw.

“I am, Russell. Please, don’t stop, Russell, it… I want this.”

Turning his head, he kissed her palm, cupping his hand around hers. “Ah, God, I’m still hard and nearly ready to blow again, baby. I’m going to go slow and easy, but Susan—”

She narrowed her eyes up at him and puffed her hair off her face. She looked hot, and not even close to letting him stop.

“Russell…”

“All right, hold my hand.”

Lacing his fingers through hers, he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, whispering softly, “Watch me. Look at me, baby.”

She nodded and shifted under him. So many emotions hit him as he took her mouth again, and at the same time he thrust his hips forward. Feeling something give only because now he was looking for it, he slid in deeper. She moaned softly in his mouth and her eyes watered, but she clenched her legs around his hips, tipping her hips up.

“God, sorry, baby, sorry…” He barely held in the groan as he came. His cum jetted out of him—it felt as if it were being sucked from his bones. It was so intense he wasn’t able to hold back. It felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Deep, long shudders raced up his body, pleasure like he’d never experienced ripped through his control. His hips took over, driving his aching cock in and out of the wet, soft heat of her with frantic intensity. The friction was so good he was groaning continually, biting her shoulder gently in his orgasm, only half aware she was moaning softly and digging her heels into his ass.

Her body squeezed his dick. His head dropped like she’d pulled a cord until he was pressing his face to her clean-smelling neck and shafting her with short, firm thrusts of his hips. The climax gripped him by the balls, it was so good. The pleasure went on, so deep, so long, so intense that he saw stars behind his eyes and had to hold her tight to ground himself. Susan. All sweet, wet, tight, teasing Susan. His, all his, only his.

When he finally slowed down it took time for the room to stop spinning, and he was still digging his toes into the bed to get himself deeper inside her.

Biting back a groan, he realised three things right away. First, he’d come like never before and he felt like he was ready to again. Second, Susan hadn’t come when he had. And third—fuck! He wasn’t wearing a condom. His cum was wetting her tight little pussy and he was sinking deeper by the second. And—damn, damn, damn—she wasn’t moving.

He was a Goddamn ass. A complete dick. A virgin, and he’d pounced on her like some animal in heat. She was going to hate him. Worse, she was going to kick him out and never let him back in. He’d not taken her softly and gently to an orgasm, but had fucked her hard. He’d given her an orgasm with his fingers, but this was Susan and he wanted her with him all the way.

She was so tight around his dick that he was ready to go again. He was so heavy and swollen it felt like he’d not fucked for years. He slammed his eyes closed to block the image of her lush curves. But just the thought of pumping into her the way he wanted to, using his entire body to fuck her with deep, long, rolling thrusts while he held her legs up on his shoulders as he rammed in, had his cock jerking in anticipation.

“Russell?” she whispered against his neck, sounding hesitant. She feathered her hands over his shoulders, rubbing her palms along his muscles as she brushed her lips to his skin.

A rough breath of relief left him as he realised she’d been touching him the whole time. Tentative, gentle caresses while he’d experienced such deep pleasure he was still shaken from it.

Time to face her, but he didn’t want to let her go. Not now that he was finally inside her, where he wanted to be. In her arms. She must think him some selfish bastard. She’d be right. He was.

“Sorry. I’m sorry, Susan. I never do this. I always… I… And fuck, Sunshine why didn’t you tell me?”

“Russell?” She didn’t sound upset. She sounded breathless. Was he crushing her?

He chanced a glance down and she was smiling softly up at him, looking sweaty and hot, but happy. What to do with that? How did he manage this? He was supposed to have a plan here, a mission.

“Did I hurt you?” He started with that one first.

Her face flushed even more, and she gave him one of those soft, shy smiles. “No, not really.”

“Susan, come on, baby, tell me the truth here.”

Wrinkling her nose, she brushed his hair off his forehead, avoiding his eyes. “There was a bit of pain, but only a little. I think it might have been worth it.” She feathered her fingers through his hair and watched his face closely. “I’m still debating, though.”

Relief turned his body to mush. “Holy hell, baby.” A grin broke out over his mug before he could hold it in. “Maybe I should give you another go, then you can let me know?” He was teasing her, but his heart did a funny dip in his chest.

He was in deep.

“Well…” Susan dragged both hands through Russell’s silky hair. If he moved an inch, just a little, she was going to climax. She could feel the build-up still there, hovering almost. How could she not? He was still thick and hard, like a huge bar of steel penetrating her so deeply she knew she’d still feel him once he withdrew. “You are still so hard,” she whispered.

His handsome face flushed. Dark grey eyes met hers, and he made that deep male sound she loved, like a grunted groan. “Yeah, baby, that’s not going to change any time soon.”

Titling her head on the pillows, she tried to read his teasing expression. Was he serious? Was that possible? Did men stay hard?

He shifted over her, that small movement sending crazy shivers up and down her spine. She barely held in the urge to beg him to press down a little firmer, maybe deeper, maybe begin those wild thrusts again. Shyness held her tongue, though. What would he say? Think of her?

“Listen, Susan, I got a bit carried away here and…” He looked away from her, then down again, clearing his throat and making her worry escalate to include him thinking this was a big, big mistake.

“I didn’t use a condom, baby. I’m so damn sorry. We can go get you checked out. See if there’s a chance of pregnancy. Shit, I’m sorry. But I’m clean. I’m real clean. I haven’t had sex in over seven months and I always wore a ru—condom. I can go get checked out—”

She cut him off with a finger on his lips, certain she was blushing now. “That’s okay. I trust you. I…” She ran a hand over his rough jaw, embarrassed, but not willing to let him feel so bad. “I’m on the pill. After the accident, it made it easier, you know? When you’re in the hospital and all, it’s easier to simply take a pill and skip your period than deal with all that.”

If possible, his erection seemed to swell even bigger. He sucked in a breath then groaned. “Goddamn, you trust me, baby?”

She sucked in a breath at how husky his voice sounded, managing to nod. It was a bit late for that question, but yeah, she trusted him. Oh, man, did she trust him, but now she wanted him moving. ASAP. “Yep, I guess I do.”

His eyes darkened, and deep inside she felt his erection flex. Good Lord, that felt decadent.

“Bareback. Hell, I think we need to do this the right way, Sunshine.”

Oh, God, that was too sexy. Bareback.

“The right way?” She bit her lip, meeting his eyes, hoping that way came with more sex and more yummy Russell thrusting those powerful hips.

“Oh, yeah. We’re not hikin’ today. I plan on keeping you busy all day. Unless—” He paused and kissed her, lingering over her mouth with his, the rough shadow-beard on his jaw tingling her skin awake and flooding her with wetness around that huge erection. With a rough sound, he pulled her closer, with his arms under her waist and up along her spine, effectively making her arch under him. “Are you sore at all?”

She was supposed to think? He brushed his lips over her breast and she lifted her chest higher, shamelessly wanting those lips open and sucking on her the way he had earlier.

“No, I feel fine, not tender at all.” She blushed when he looked up from her breast. It was so sexy—he was so sexy. His hair was tousled from her hands, his lips wet from her kisses, and his body filled hers with very vivid proof of how much she was exciting him. But God, he was huge. She was afraid to move. “You are a bit…big, aren’t you?”

Grinning, he rubbed his jaw on her shoulder and, yes, he had a sexy smile. It made her heart flutter to have all that male attention so fixed on her.

“I’m big all over. We’ll go real slow. I’ll be careful,” he promised.

He would, she knew. He didn’t scare her, exactly. He was so overwhelmingly bigger than her, on top of her like this—she felt pinned and tiny, but not afraid of him. Russell was bigger than her, but not with puffed up muscles like a linebacker. He was lean and mean, broad-shouldered, but with a tough, gorgeous body. And yes—oh, my—he was hung. His erection had looked pretty amazing. She’d seen some pictures, who hadn’t? But Russell. Oh, my. His erect penis was thick, long and curved upward, well, if it didn’t hang down. And it did hang down—it was too heavy not to—but oh, God, his penis was beautiful. The rounded head had made her mouth water. The long, thick stalk had amazed her because she’d known that big, long hard-on was going where no man had ever gone before. She’d climaxed on his fingers just thinking of him holding her down and thrusting such a big erection inside her. Geez. She was in deep.

But if he didn’t move soon, she was going to embarrass herself into begging him to just simply get on with it.

Watching her closely, he flexed his hips and moved. Oh, God, did he move. A slow, firm stroke in, then slowly retreating out, then back in. It was glorious.

“Oh, Russell, that feels so good,” she whispered, arching her breasts up when he pressed a little deeper. The urge to bite him wasn’t going to be denied. When he thrust again, she licked his shoulder muscle and bit down lightly on the rounded flesh.

“Ah, fuck, yeah, get wild, baby.”

God. His voice. The way he talked drove her crazy. She was close to that pinnacle he’d taken her to before. Only this time, oh, God, this time the fireworks were going to be explosive. She couldn’t catch her breath because he kept building the tingling sensation up higher and higher. She started to shiver and goosebumps broke out along her bare skin. Deep inside where he was stroking her, small tremors rocked along her core. Her breath caught as they grew, slowly, so slowly building. If he just kept up those firm thrusts, just a bit more…

“Come for me, baby, then I need to fuck you harder.” He sounded hoarse, so sexy she bit down on his sweaty flesh to hold in a cry. The tingles blossomed to bigger waves of something that felt almost like a climax. Almost.

“Ah, Goddamn.” With a muffled shout, Russell began longer, deeper strokes that made her hands clench in the sheets. Lights flickered behind her eyelids.

“Russell, oh, God, oh, my God.”

“That’s a good girl. Come for me, baby. Let me fuck you right.”

At the word ‘fuck’ she came with a little cry of his name. Her body simply imploded, tightening those tremors to quakes, then tight spasms around his thick erection. She held on, saying things she couldn’t control as ripples of pleasure hit deeper and deeper. The world tilted, spinning around her with only Russell to keep her anchored. She was so out of control she was barely aware of digging her nails into warm, solid muscles and biting down on firm, salty flesh. She was lost, thrusting up into his lunges, unable to avoid each deep flutter of pleasure as Russell began taking her faster and with firm, hard strokes. His harder, bigger body pinned her in place so perfectly she thought she’d black out.

“Russell…oh…oh…Russell!”

The calluses on his hands drove her wild. He skimmed his hands up her lower back and along her spine adding another layer of sensation on to all the others. Gently, he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and she arched to give him more room. Hot, panting breaths shivered along her skin when she did and deep inside she felt her climax building.

“Shhh, let it come for you, baby. That’s it, come for me. God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, such tenderness in his rough voice she felt tears rise up.

She whimpered when his back rippled under her palms as he continued to drive her insane. Her sheath clenched around him once more as her climax settled to soft, slow trembles.

“Again, baby, again.”

Oh, God. Her eyes flew open when he suddenly slammed into her core fully for the first time. A male groan sounded from him, deep and tortured with passion.

“Good?”

“Oh, God, good… Yes, good.”

She felt like some kind of leash broke in Russell. As if before now he’d been careful, too careful, and now he was showing her a whole new side of sex. She might pass out from it, but oh, God, did it feel good. Each thrust was powerful and firm. He added a little shove at the end of each stroke so she could feel the press of his balls tap her hypersensitive flesh at the end of each pass. When she moaned softly from the pleasure, his lips sought hers almost frantically, and then he began taking her faster, building them both up to something amazing.

Even lip to lip, they still made sounds that drove her spiralling higher towards that peak. His big hands clutched her hips tight, pinning her in place so that she was powerless to do anything but let him show her pleasure she’d never dreamed existed. The headboard hitting the wall in time with his pumping added to the excitement until she was certain she was going to explode. Instead he was making her so hot and building up to another climax so quickly, it was mind numbing.

“Russell! Oh, God, I don’t think… I can’t…”

A deep, male chuckle against her skin made her shiver. Warm lips settled on her breast, teeth nipping her right on the side of her breast before he sucked the flesh to ease the sting. Lifting his head, he thrust his hips forward, holding himself still and nudging her while his wicked grey eyes watched her. His face was flushed and sweaty from his exertions, but he looked determined, hot and sexy, but so determined she shivered.

“Oh!” He flexed his erection and she froze. “Oh, God, there! Right there!” Oh, God, he was pressing against something amazing and she could feel herself sliding down, almost climaxing just from that bump. Right when she felt it starting, he pulled back. “Russell!”

Grinning, he lowered his mouth again and licked her nipple. “Yeah, oh yeah, you can. Come for me again, baby. Twice more, for me.” His mouth covered her nipple then, and she arched her chest up, wanting more. He didn’t disappoint, but covered her with his wet mouth and drew hungrily on her breast. At the same time his hips began deep, firm thrusts.

“Oh God, Russell. Harder. Harder, please!” She was lost in him. She wanted more and he gave it to her. She wanted him, Russell, hot and out of control. And she was getting him. All of him. She dug her nails in, bit his shoulder, and his groan deepened, his erection swelling even bigger.

“That’s it, good girl. Bite me, get wild for me. Come for me. Come for me, baby. Again.”

God, she was so close. He was hot, sweaty and breathless, grunting right in her ear with each shove. Each time he entered her, his body rushed over hers, hard muscles and tight, hot skin slid along her skin and caressed her while he filled and stretched her nearly to the point of pain. She loved it and wanted more. More of him, more of his groans and whispered endearments, and more of his solid, delicious body. She kissed his shoulder, his chest, then found his flat, male nipple. Licking it made him groan. Sucking on it had him cupping her bottom higher and cursing as he shoved deeper, holding his erection on a spot that made her breathless. She bit his nipple, then, and he practically roared.

“Fuck, yeah!”

His body tensed, she felt it; felt the pleasure build up to an impossible level; then he ground out a rough groan and pounded into her. Three frantic thrusts and, with no preliminary warnings, she felt him gush. The hot semen flooded her body and she climaxed. With a cry she couldn’t hold in, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tucked her head in tight to his chest as the ripples of ecstasy washed over her.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his voice hushed and deep. “I can still feel you coming. Let it go, baby. Come for me.”

“Mmm,” she managed, still caught in the small tremors of pleasure.

He rubbed his face on her shoulder, trying to catch his breath. “Good?”

She laughed softly and nibbled on his shoulder, because she couldn’t seem to do otherwise. Good? She was great. She couldn’t catch her breath, she was sweaty and probably dripping between her thighs, where he was still lodged as deep as he could go, and she felt like melting into the bed, but good? No. Not at all. She was floating on something she feared was addicting. Russell.

“Goddamn, I love that baby. Bite me again and we’re gonna go another round, and you’re too new to handle all of me just yet.”

She gave him a husky laugh at that and growled at him. He was so full of himself. Happiness flowed through her sated body, making her feel light as a feather but, at the same time, like her body was slumberous and heavy. His warm skin felt wonderful. She moulded her hands to the curves of his muscled shoulders and grazed her fingers up and down his back until with a grin, she gripped his tight ass and squeezed.

He froze and his butt flexed.

“Russell, how do you know I can’t handle you? And you swear too much.”

Eyes blazing, he brushed a kiss to her jaw and rumbled, “Ah, yeah, baby, keep those hands right there, but you’d best make certain you want to start something before you urge this bad boy on.” He thrust upward, and she giggled as his ass flexed again. His grey eyes warned her he was only half joking before he frowned. “You’re not lying to me, are you? You’re not sore?”

She rolled her eyes, puffing her hair off her face before kissing the spot she’d been biting. He was so cute. All growly one minute, then concerned the next.

“No, I don’t lie, and no, you didn’t hurt me, Russell. I told you that already.”

“You were a virgin?”

She knew he was thinking about it. And most likely wondering about it, too.

With a sudden move he gripped her hips and rolled them over, making her laugh as she landed on top of him.

“Oh, you’re so manly and strong,” she teased, and got a smack on her butt.

“Watch it, girlie,” he growled, but he stroked her bottom so she let it pass.

He looked very pleased with himself, she thought. She traced a scar on his jaw. With a wicked chuckle, he tugged her down with a handful of her hair and kissed the scar on her temple, licking it softly with his tongue. Inside her, she felt his erection grow thicker. She looked down at him in surprise. He grinned up at her, looking like some little boy in a candy shop. And she was the candy. Good Lord, he was seriously hot.

“I warned you.” He nudged upwards with his hips, holding her hips possessively with both hands.

“Russell! Don’t men need, uh, some time to recover?”

He laughed and urged her to sit up. She did and tried not to be embarrassed at how he was eating her up with his eyes. He ran a hand over her collarbone and then down to her breasts, watching her face with a lazy, kind of flushed look as he did. She bit her lip when he cupped her breast and thumbed the nipple. It was so hot having him watch her while he touched her body.

“No idea about men, Sunshine, but with all this beauty in my hands and on my dick? No time needed. I’m yours,” he told her, running his hand down from her breast to her stomach and hips, then on to cup her thighs. He exaggerated a sigh and frowned up at her. “But you probably need time. Then I want you to ride me, baby. Good and hard, all right?”

Ride him? Oh, God, she would love that. Maybe even tie him up, too. Russell would be so much fun to tease. She’d fantasised about that, having a man all tied up to a bed so she could torture him—of course, her fantasy had always fizzled out there, because she hadn’t been quite sure what to do with the fantasy man after she had him all tied…but she had an idea Russell Ryland could show her a thing or two. He was the expert here, not her.

“Ride you?”

“I’ll walk you through it. Didn’t you say you could handle me?” He began nudging himself deeper, and they both groaned as he lengthened and swelled inside her. She could actually feel him stiffening, swelling to spread her open and lengthen to fill her impossibly full.

He seemed to see right through her, because he tugged her down by her hair again. She was going to have to do something about that, but for now it felt very sexy. Kissing her once, he licked her bottom lip before moving back to watch her.

“Tell me how a beauty like you managed to stay a virgin. I’d have wrapped this up within minutes of meeting you if I’d had my choice.”

He would have…? Oh, the beast! He’d wanted her that day on the side of the road? God, men were so ruled by their dicks! “What? You would not have. You weren’t thinking you wanted this all along, were you?” She knew she was blushing but she refused to think about it. Instead, she watched him with a frown. Not that he seemed affected by it.

“Oh, yeah. I wanted you that first day, and every day after. You’ve had me in misery for weeks. Now, talk to me here.” Instead of letting her, though, he thrust up and pulled her down with his hands on her lower back.

“Russell, you’re terrible. Who would have known you were such a big tease?” She certainly hadn’t.

Lifting a brow, he settled back, one big hand behind his head and the other on her thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles along her leg. He looked lazy, content and…happy. “A tease? Me? You with that chainsaw were the tease, not me.”

“Chainsaw? What does that have to do with”—pausing, she waved at him, his six-pack of cut muscles, his solid chest muscles and oh, God, his handsome face, still flushed from making love—“us?”

“Huh, well, first of all”—he gave her a long, hot look—“you simply breathing is a tease. Unless I have you right here. But buying something that might cut your foot off? Hell, no.”

He was such a man. She leant forward and brushed her lips over his. “Poor Major, you’re not so good with independent, free-thinking women, are you?”

His only response was to wrap his arm around her waist and grunt. That grunt was so going to make her life difficult. It was so sexy. She wanted to tease that sound out of him in amazing ways.

“Sure you want another go, baby?” His voice had lowered to pure sexy huskiness.

She shivered. Her body flooded his hard-on, with wetness she was not going to be embarrassed by.

“Mmm, I think I can handle you, Russell, but you swear too much. And we’re making love, not the other,” she told him, firmly resting her chest to his and beginning to kiss his jaw.

He laughed. So long he practically slipped out of her. If he hadn’t been so big he would have. As it was it shook his cock inside her, hitting the inner walls of her vagina and feeling absolutely incredible.

“Russell!” She grabbed his shoulders.

With only a little warning, he tickled her, mocking a fierce expression that had her laughing at his growls as much as his wicked hands. Squealing, she rolled over, breaking their contact to nearly fall off the bed. With a deep laugh, Russell hauled her up against his solid chest. “Ouch.”

“That didn’t hurt,” he murmured.

“Huh.”

He chuckled but slid down to his back, appearing more than satisfied to have her sigh and snuggle her head on his arm, one of her thighs tucked over his. Suddenly his big body tensed, and he sat up. Whoa. Should a man’s stomach muscles look that hot? His had rippled when he sat up. And, yep, Russell had a sexy snake of hair from his flat navel to his penis. Whew, that was sexy.

“Wait one minute…” Pressing her back, he looked down at her and groaned. “You’re blonde?”

She giggled at his shocked look. The man was too much. Gathering the sheet, she rolled off the bed and stood. They’d made a mess on the bed—the sheets were tangled, the comforter had completely fallen off the bed. He looked like a rumpled, sexy Roman solider, complete with a few love bites and a puzzled look on his handsome face.

“Yep, I dye my hair.” He looked as though he thought she was insane. “Men take a dark-haired girl more seriously.” She pouted when he threw himself, spread-eagled, back on the bed and laughed.

“It’s good you weren’t blonde, Sunshine. I was struggling as it was.” He raised his head enough to frown at her. “What are you doing? Get back here.”

She peeked back out from the bathroom and waved him down. “I’m going to clean up.”

He got up, completely nude, his semi-hard penis swaying as he walked, tight six-pack and firm chest muscles so glorious, she got lost looking at him. She shut the door, though, when he got too close. There was no way she could deal with all of that muscled man, naked and totally unashamed of his arousal, standing up and talking to her.

He knocked.

She grinned. Boy, was he impatient.

“Let me in.”

“Or you’ll blow the house in?”

He grumbled something, then tested the door. “Susan, come on, baby, let me in.” He didn’t sound too happy at having to ask again.

“I’m taking a quick shower.”

“I want in, too.”

“You do?” She opened the door, peeking up at him, nibbling her lip at his serious expression.

Russell exhaled like she was insane and rubbed a hand over his hair. He looked so adorably unsure that she smiled. He was simply so big and confident. It was reassuring to know she seemed able to throw him. He finally dropped his hand.

“Hell—I mean, yes. I want to scrub your back.”

Well, that sounded a bit dishonest. Her eyes drifted down his hard body and he laughed.

“All right, maybe more, but not now.” Tugging her hand, he had her in his arms again before she could do more than open her mouth. “I can wait, baby.” He pulled her to his chest, hugging her close against all his hotness. He was like a big, hot furnace. A smooth, big hot furnace. “You’re so beautiful. Come on, let me clean you off.”

“That would be way too embarrassing, Russell,” she whispered, kissing his chest when he rubbed a hand up and down her back.

“Shit, baby, no way is that embarrassing. I want to.”

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

She tipped her head up to watch his puzzled face. “Why would you want to…”

“Clean you up?”

She refused to acknowledge how easily he made her face heat up.

“Well, because I want to.”

And that explained so much about Russell, and most military men she’d known. Her dad had been like that. She’d ask why, and he’d say because he wanted to. End of story. Only it wasn’t the end of the story. She wasn’t a little girl. And she wasn’t going to let Mr Big Bad SEAL run her life with silly little comments like that.

“Not good enough, Russell.”

He half snorted a laugh. “Hell, because I made love to you, and want to see for myself that you’re not hurt, and I want to clean off our loving.”

Well, then. She was tempted—oh, so tempted—to tell him that was much better or that he was a good boy, but the look on his stubborn face said she might be in danger of biting off more than she could chew if she did. “All right.”

She got the impression he barely held in a growl. His face darkened and his thick, long erection jerked, making it impossible to keep her eyes off it. He reached down and grabbed hold of the base and ran his hand down the length and oh, God, that was sexy.

“Maybe we should go back to bed. You might be cleaning up only to need to all over again, real soon,” he said.

That should not be sexy, she thought, watching his grey eyes darken and a grin slip over his handsome face.

“Russell, you are so bad.”

“Baby, you have no idea.”