Keeping His Promise: A When It Happens Novella, Book 2 (8 page)

Knowing he was too damn close to forgetting his head and shoving into her bare, he forced himself to pull away from her mouthwatering tits. His teeth were clenched as he reached for the new box of condoms in his bedside table, tore open one of the packets, and pulled it on. Then he quickly picked her up and flipped her onto her front, her startled squeal making him smile as he grasped her hips and yanked her up onto her knees.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” he grated, staring hard at the way her cunt glistened beneath her beautiful ass. He curved his hands over the smooth globes, then pulled them apart, opening her up completely. She made a shocked sound, but he held her still, his dick feeling like it was about to burst out of the condom as he took in the provocative sight of her rosy, puckered little asshole.

“Sean?” she whispered, and he groaned at the unmistakable sound of curiosity in her soft voice.

“You want it?” he asked, stroking a fingertip over the tight, sensitive hole—and feeling completely lost in the searing intensity of their connection.

Since his first crush in grade school, Sean had never felt like he’d been all that great at reading a woman’s emotions, not to mention her mind. Dani had been the first he’d felt he could understand, but he’d not only been wrong—he’d been
damn
wrong. And yet, he couldn’t help but feel like Natalie was a lock he’d been gifted a key to.

When he was inside her, he knew, instinctively, it was a pleasure she’d offered to few men—not to mention a pleasure he was fucking honored as hell to have been given. Most men would have probably been surprised by the fact that she’d not slept around as much as she could have, given how desirable she was—but Sean figured he had a good handle on her reasons. Knowing what he did of her past, he didn’t doubt that she’d never been good at letting men get close to her.

All of which put him in a position he couldn’t help but feel conflicted about. He hated that something painful from her childhood had kept her from freely enjoying life—and yet, as a male who was interested in more than just fucking her, he’d have been lying through his teeth if he said he didn’t enjoy the fact that there was so much he would have the honor of teaching her, if she let him. If she gave him the chance—and something in his gut told him that she would. Because while she might not have a lot of experience with sex, she wasn’t afraid to go after her pleasure with everything that she had.

If that wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever experienced, he didn’t know what was.

“God, what are you waiting for?” she groaned, glaring at him over her shoulder. “I thought you were going to fuck me!”

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” he rasped, grabbing his dick and pressing the broad crown against her opening.

“Yes!”

“You better hold onto the headboard,” he warned, pushing the fat head of his cock a bit deeper, teasing her with it until she had her hands wrapped around two of the wrought iron rods. Then he gripped her hips in a tight hold and drove himself into her, all the way to his root, until every inch of him was packed up deep inside her, and her sharp cry was echoing through his head.

Fighting to hold still, he ran one hand up the soft, shivering length of her spine, and curved it over her shoulder. “Now answer the question, Natalie.”

She shook her head, trembling even harder. “I’ve never—”

“I’m not asking if you have,” he bit out, cutting her off.

Keeping his grip on her shoulder, he stroked a finger between her round ass cheeks, over the puckered ring of flesh again, his breath hissing through his teeth as her pussy gave a hard, slick pulse around his rigid cock. “I’m asking if you want it.”

“Do y-you?”

“I want every part of you. Including this hot little ass. And, yeah, I’ll eventually want to fuck the hell out of it. But I’d love it if, tonight, you let me give you just this one finger.”

“O-okay,” she stammered, her breath hitching when he didn’t waste any time, immediately piercing the tight ring of muscle with the wet tip of his index finger.

“Jesus,” he growled, when her pussy reacted to the double penetration by clenching around him so snugly he almost came then and there.

“Oh, God…
Sean
.” Her voice shivered with pleasure, the husky sound making him burn.

With his hooded gaze locked tight on her ass, he watched as he pulled his finger back a bit, then pushed it back in. His chest was rising and falling with his harsh breaths, his body so hot he was slick with sweat. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, pushing the words through his gritted teeth.

“I know. But it…it feels so good.”

He made a rough, feral sound deep in the back of his throat, and started fucking her then, hard and fast, because it was either that or have a goddamn heart attack. And it was so fucking good it was killing him. He used his grip on her shoulder to hold her in place, his finger sinking completely into the scalding depths of her ass, while his cock went so deep he was hitting the end of her.

Sean’s heart thundered, his pulse roared, and before he even realized what he was doing, he’d pulled his finger free, taken hold of her hips, and lifted her lower body higher, until her knees were no longer even touching the bed. She was completely in his control, and he pulled her back against him each time he thrust forward, slamming their bodies together in a primal, brutal rhythm that felt so fucking good it hurt.

“Nat, baby, talk to me. Are you okay?”

W
ith his sexy
, gravelly words echoing in her head, Natalie had to swallow twice before she finally managed to find her voice. “I’m…I’m okay,” she panted, the pleasure so intense she felt like she was drowning in it.

“You sure?”

“Y-Yes!”
she cried, and instantly started convulsing, coming so hard she screamed something that was probably obscene, but the rush of her pulse in her ears was too loud to be sure. The orgasm that had been building inside her from the moment Sean first touched her ass was lush and tight, squeezing her muscular sheath around the hardness of his cock, the sensations so exquisite she could see why mind-shattering sex like this could make people do crazy things. It was as addictive as any drug, and a thousand times more delicious.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he growled, lowering her back to her knees. He fisted a hand in the back of her hair, pumped into her with three more deep, hammering thrusts, and then followed her over. He came so hard it shook his entire frame, his hips slamming against her, then grinding tight against her ass, as his guttural roar filled the room.

Using his grip on her hair, he pulled her head back, until he could get to her mouth. His lips were still damp from where he’d gone down on her, but he didn’t wipe the slickness away before he devoured her with a hot, possessive kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, moaning at the sweet, salty flavor, while he sought out every tender place inside her mouth with his tongue, laying claim to each one of them.

When he finally broke the succulent kiss so they could both take some much needed breaths, he collapsed onto his back beside her, a deep, purely masculine sound of satisfaction rumbling up from his chest. A ridiculously wide smile broke across her face, a fresh wave of pleasure sweeping through her at the aural evidence that he’d so thoroughly enjoyed what they’d done. She loved that she’d done that—that she’d made him feel
that
good.

And, God, had he made her feel amazing. She’d come so hard, so many times, she was surprised she hadn’t permanently damaged any brain cells from the devastating force of her orgasms. Even now, she was adrift in a warm, decadent sea of satisfaction, waxing poetic in her thoughts like one of the old historical romances she had used to love to read whenever she visited her grandmother’s.

Of course, she’d always scoffed at the heroine’s descriptions of how the hero could make her feel. And now look at her. She was just as bad!

Could great, mind-blowing, freaking fantastic sex really reach in and screw with your head like this, twisting you up and around? Or was her getting all sappy about him simply the product of all the watching…and waiting…and wanting she’d done when it came to Sean Cartwright? If so, then she’d been fucked before that big cock of his ever got close to her.

She frowned as that last thought worked its way through her mind. Oh, God.
Was
she fucked? Was she already getting in over her head with him?

Wait! Just…just stop. There’s no reason to do this now. I’m enjoying myself, so stop trying to screw it up!

Determined to calm the hell down, Natalie was still trying to catch her breath, both from the sex and her “almost” freak out, when a phone started signaling a text alert from somewhere in the condominium.

“For once, that’s your phone and not mine,” he said with a warm tilt of his lips, looking like a sex god sprawled back against the pillows, his surfer’s body a warm golden brown against the soft white sheets.

“I should probably go and check who the message is from. Do you, um, have a T-shirt I can borrow?” she asked, a bit self-conscious about walking around naked in front of him. Which was kinda funny, considering what they’d just been doing. “I didn’t bring anything to sleep…”

The sexy curve of his mouth when he suddenly grinned at her made her brain go a bit fuzzy, and she completely forgot what she’d been saying. Licking her lips, she somehow found the strength to pull her gaze away from his beautiful mouth, and back up to his equally beautiful eyes. “Um…why are you looking at me like that?”

The gleam in his dark eyes turned downright sinful. “Am I looking at you like I want to be back inside you?”

“Yes,” she said a little breathlessly, and a whole lot excited.

He gave her a wicked smile. “That’s because I do,” he said low, running a heated look over her curvy body, before moving off the bed.

Natalie was pretty sure she drooled a little at the truly awe-inspiring view of his naked backside, as he headed toward a tall, gray chest that sat against the opposite wall. As he opened one of the middle drawers, he shot her another scorching look over his broad shoulder. “And because the idea of you in my clothes is hot-as-fuck.”

She was still blushing, her lower lip trapped in her teeth, when she caught the soft, cotton T-shirt he tossed her. He headed into the bathroom, and she quickly pulled the shirt on, then made her way back to the foyer, where she’d left her bag and her purse. Grabbing her phone, she pulled up her messages and headed back to Sean’s bedroom.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing her grimace when he came out of the bathroom and found her sitting on the foot of the bed.

“Nothing,” she said with a sigh, getting up and setting the phone on top of the chest. “It was just a stupid message from Matt.”

He scowled as he propped himself up against the headboard, completely at ease in his nudity. “What did the fucker say?”

“Who cares?” she asked, as she started to crawl up the bed to him. She was far more interested in getting her hands on as much of Sean’s ripped body as she could, than what Matt the Cheating Asshole had to say. Jerking her chin toward his phone, she suggested, “Why don’t you text your cousin and tell him you’re turning your phone off.”

He angled his head to the side, watching her like a hawk. “And then what?”

Her response was husky. “Then I plan on running my tongue over every single part of you.”

He still looked a bit grim about Matt, but a whole lot turned on by what she’d said, and he quickly grabbed his phone off the bedside table, his attention shifting to its screen as he tapped out a quick message. But before he was able to power the thing down, another text came through, and she watched him shake his head as she settled beside him, her legs curled to the side.

“Fucking Peyton called Jonah and told him about you,” he murmured, a smirk curling his sinful mouth as he looked over at her.

Natalie blinked. “Uh, what did she say?”

He shook his head again and snorted. “She told him there’s a sexy-as-hell redhead who has me all twisted up, but won’t go out with me. So the jackass has been texting me fucking pointers all night on how to win you over.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Any good ones?”

S
ean powered
down the phone and set it back on his bedside table, unable to keep the stupid grin off his face as he brought his gaze back to hers. “I just might read some of them out to you later. But right now, I don’t want anything else interrupting what’s turning out to be the best fucking night of my life.”

Her elegant brows slowly arched with surprise. “Seriously?”

“You don’t agree?” he asked, studying her expression. He was willing to bet everything he owned that that wasn’t what she’d meant—and he’d have been right.

“I didn’t say that,” she argued, looking adorably flustered…and more than a little confused. “It’s just that…I mean, most guys don’t like admitting things like that.”

“And I’m not most guys,” he rumbled, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her on top of him. The wet heat of her sex pressing against his stomach would have distracted the hell out of him, if what he had to say wasn’t so important. “You should get that through your head right now, Natalie. I’m not going to act like the other assholes you’ve known. I’m enjoying you too damn much to play games with you.”

Her beautiful gray gaze went soft and warm. “Wow, that was, uh, pretty perfect.”

“She’s finally learning,” he stated with a cocky smirk.

There was a small smile on her lips as Sean reached up and clasped the back of her neck, pulling her down to him for a deep, explicit kiss, their tongues rubbing and tasting, seeking out every surface and secret place. He lost himself in the warm, delicate textures of her mouth, and the sweet, exquisite flavor, and couldn’t help but be a little afraid. He wanted to tie this woman to him in every way possible, knowing damn well she was a flight risk. That she could panic over what was happening between them at any moment, and run.

But, God, he didn’t want her to. He wanted her to stay…and stay…and never fucking leave.