Keeping His Promise: A When It Happens Novella, Book 2 (9 page)

“I can’t believe we’re here, like this, together,” she said with a quiet laugh, when he finally let her come up for air. “I mean, just a few hours ago, I thought you were the biggest jerk alive.”

Sinking back into the pillows, he gave an appreciative smile at the vision she made, sitting on top of him in his shirt. Then he slid his hands under the white cotton, and clasped her hips, before saying, “You were so adorable that night your battery died.”

“Adorable?” she asked with a soft, disbelieving laugh.

“Yep.” He grinned as he lifted his brows. “Wanna know a secret?”

Her lips were twisted with exasperation, but she nodded anyway.

“I didn’t really need to get my phone out of my car,” he confessed. “I saw you leave Sophie and Chris’s from my living room window, where I was working, and ran out to the parking lot, hoping I’d get another chance to talk to you before you left.”

“I knew it!” she cried, laughing as she smacked him on the chest.

His hands settled possessively over her ass, pulling her tighter against him. “No way was I letting you drive away without seeing you again. You had my head spinning so hard, even when you kept trying to verbally rip my balls off.”

She gave another soft laugh, her cheeks flushed, looking too fucking gorgeous for words. He couldn’t resist lifting her up a bit, and then setting her right back down on him. Only this time, his cock was trapped between them, and he sucked in a sharp breath as the rigid shaft settled between the hot, slick folds of her cunt.

“Is that for me?” he rasped, his fingers digging into her soft skin. “Are you that wet for me?”

She licked her lips, and nodded.

“You’re fucking drenched,” he growled, every muscle in his body pulling tight with hunger…and unquenchable lust. “I can’t take it. It makes me want to eat you alive.”

When she scrunched her nose up and said, “But I probably taste like latex now,” he couldn’t help but give a gritty bark of laughter.

“You won’t after I’m done with you,” he promised.

“Okay, then,” she said a little shakily, her eyes dilating with desire as he reached up under the T-shirt and cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing back and forth across her sensitive nipples. “But only if I get to return the favor.”

He ripped the shirt off her, and tossed it aside, needing her naked like he needed his next breath. Then he lifted one of his hands and stroked his fingertips across the tender front of her throat, fucking dazed with his craving for this woman. “You want more? You want more of me spilling down this soft throat?”

“Yes.” Her lips twitched with sensual humor, her dark eyes bright with excitement. “It’s kinda crazy, how much I love having your beautiful cock in my mouth.”

Christ
. Sean was so turned on he could barely speak, his heart pounding like a fucking jackhammer. “Then turn around and shove that pretty cunt in my face,” he somehow managed to growl at her, his goddamn hands shaking as he clasped her waist. “I fucking
need
to eat you out while you suck on me.”

Instead of doing as he said, she angled her head a bit to the side and smirked at him. “You know, for such a harsh word, you
really
love using it.”

“What? Cunt?” he asked, suddenly rolling them over, so that she was on her back and he was lying between her legs.

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s earthy…and visceral,” he rasped, lowering his head to nuzzle the pale, silky skin of her inner thigh, his mouth watering as he pulled in a deep breath of her sweet scent. His heavy-lidded gaze settled hungrily on that beautiful, most intimate part of her, and he added, “The perfect word to describe what I see when I’m looking at you here.”

“My pussy is visceral?” she asked with a soft, feminine snort.

He laughed low and rough. “Your cunt is perfection, baby. Pure, fucking perfection.”

And as he shifted himself around so that he could sixty-nine with her, burying his head between her thighs while his cock jutted toward her hot little mouth, Sean let himself get lost in her body’s perfection all over again, his head roaring a single, guttural word, over and over.

Mine…Mine…Mine.

Fucking mine.

I
t’d been
a single night that Natalie had spent in Sean Cartwright’s arms, but it’d been the most incredible, beautiful night of her entire life. One that she knew she would never, ever forget.

And now he was inside her again, thrusting into her well-used body with deep, grinding strokes in the golden shafts of late morning sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows, and it was such a gorgeous moment. So insanely perfect and powerful and sweet that she couldn’t keep the smile from her lips, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst.

God, this was crazy. When he was inside her like this, his magnificent cock forcing its way into the very heart of her, she felt like everything in her world had been turned on its head. Like she’d been turned inside out, all the tender, vulnerable pieces she’d always tried so hard to protect completely exposed, while he made her feel so freaking incredible she didn’t even care. She was an emotional mess, on the verge of bursting into tears, even while she was grinning like a loon and moaning with pleasure.

And he knew. She knew he did. She could see it in his face. Feel it in the touch of his body. Braced over her on those muscular arms, his biceps bulging beneath the tight stretch of his golden skin, he watched her from beneath those impossibly long eyelashes, his eyes so blue they burned, and it was like he was right
there,
inside her head with her.

It was such a foreign experience for her—being that closely tied with someone—that she almost started to panic. But he just gave her one of those wicked, crooked smiles and lowered his head to her ear, whispering dirty, filthy things to her, coaxing her to just give in…to give him everything.

And when it came to sex, she felt as if there wasn’t any other choice.

The chemistry or sizzle—or whatever this crazy thing was burning between them—was simply too powerful to resist. She came screaming his name and clutching at his broad, powerful shoulders, her climax shooting into another stratosphere when his lips were suddenly on hers, his husky groans filling her mouth as his release tore through him, destroying them both.

Afterward, they sprawled like shipwreck victims in the tousled bedding, their sweat-slick bodies tangled together and panting for air as they tried to catch their breath, and Natalie knew that she’d never been happier than she was in that moment.

If this is anything like what Sophie has with Chris
, she thought, loving the way Sean wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her closer,
no wonder she’s always walking around with a big, beautiful smile on her face
.

When they finally realized they needed nourishment, if they were going to keep up such an insane level of activity, they grabbed a quick shower together that ended with a not-so-quick fuck against the shower wall. A hard, delicious fuck, where Sean kissed her like he needed the taste and feel of her mouth more than air, his cock driving into the hot, tight clench of her body just as desperately.

Eventually, they did manage to keep their hands off each other long enough to get dressed, and he took her for brunch at a lovely cafe not far from his condo that was close enough for them to walk to. It was a gorgeous, sunny California day, the storm leaving everything smelling fresh and full of life. After a mouthwatering meal of pecan waffles with hot maple syrup, crisp bacon, and rich coffee, they walked back to his place along the beach, holding hands as they searched for seashells that had been churned up by the storm.

They laughed as they talked about such normal things—like they had during the night—each question and answer giving them more insight into the other, and it was all so…so goddamn
easy
. So natural. She didn’t understand how she could feel like this with him, enjoying his mind and sense of humor just as thoroughly as she enjoyed his talented, sex-god-status skill in the sack. But she did.

God, she was enthralled with every facet of the man.

As they neared the Spanish-styled condos, she refused to worry about running into Sophie or Chris, not wanting it to spoil her happiness. She told herself she was prepared to deal with the situation if they did, but would’ve been lying if she’d said she wasn’t relieved when they made it back into his condo without seeing a single soul. It was like the world had stopped just for them, just so they could enjoy themselves in this pleasure-soaked bubble for a little while longer. For just a few more stolen moments in time.

After the way Sean had watched her the entire time they’d been eating, and then during their walk, his blue eyes smoldering with hunger even when they were talking or laughing together, she wasn’t surprised that he tossed her over his shoulder the minute they were behind his locked front door. With a playful swat to her bottom that had her giggling like a naughty schoolgirl, he carried her back to his bedroom, literally tossing her into the middle of his rumpled bed.

She squealed as she bounced there in the center of the luxuriant mattress, and then again when she found herself pinned beneath his big, beautiful body. He flashed her a deliciously wicked grin, just before he caught her wrists, lifted them over her head, and pinned them against the bed.

“Again?” she asked with a smirk, lifting her brows at him.

“Again…and again,” he said in a low, velvety rumble, lowering his mouth to the side of her neck and pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss there that made her arch and gasp. “I
cannot
get enough of you. Every time we fuck, it just gets better. Hotter. So fucking hot it makes me crazed. Drives me fucking mad.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” she groaned, and then everything became a blur of touch and taste and sensation as they tore each other’s clothes off, their passion-heated bodies rubbing and sliding together, hands and mouths trying to claim as much as they could. At one point, she found herself sitting on his gorgeous face, her cunt open and pressed against his avid mouth, while his midnight gaze stayed locked on hers, the blue of his eyes so dark they were nearly black with lust.

He looked hot-as-sin eating her out like that, his possessive hands digging into her round hips, pulling her tighter against his face. When he pressed his upper lip hard against her clit, and started thrusting his tongue up inside her like he was fucking her with it, she couldn’t take any more. For one terrifying moment, she could have sworn her heart stopped, and then she crashed into the mother of all orgasms, coming so hard she almost passed out, the cries spilling from her mouth so raw she sounded like she was in pain.

“
Oh…Oh, God
. That was awesome,” she gasped, as soon as she could manage to make her mouth form the words. “An
I feel like I just won the lottery
kind of awesome.”

With a hard, sexy laugh on his damp lips, he gave her drenched sex one more long, greedy lick. Then he tossed her onto her back and immediately came down over her, his knees forcing her legs farther apart, just before he rammed his massive, textured shaft so deep inside her she was pretty sure it was some kind of sexual miracle.

Then his rugged face was just above hers, his mouth and chin still slick from her orgasm, his voice a dark, husky growl when he said, “I had to get you juicy enough to take me this deep.”

“Sean!” she cried out, when his next thrust was so hard it shoved her across the bed.

“Christ, you feel good,” he panted against her open mouth, grinding against her. “So fucking good.”

Oh…oh shit!
They both froze at that exact moment together, realizing
why
it felt so freaking amazing.

He wasn’t wearing a condom!

“You want me to stop?” He drew his head back, and studied her expression with a hooded, stormy gaze. Whatever he saw on her face had him shoving even deeper inside her, their bodies smashed together, his voice a low, graveled rasp as he said, “I’m clean, Natalie. I haven’t fucked without a condom since I started to suspect my marriage was going to shit, and I got tested immediately.”

She stared into his dark, glittering eyes, and even though she knew it was freaking madness, she heard herself say, “I’m on the Pill. So no, don’t stop. Just fuck me.”

That was the last coherent thought she had, her words destroying the last of his restraint. He went completely wild on her—or actually, they went wild on each other. She clawed at his shoulders and the powerful muscles in his back, trying to pull him closer, while he fisted his hand in the back of her hair, sank his tongue into her mouth…and fucked the everliving hell out of her.

“Jesus, Natalie. So fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot and wet and tight,” he growled, biting at her lips between the gruff phrases. “It’s like your perfect little cunt was made for me. Like it’s meant to be
mine
.”

She gasped, her heart flipping over in her chest. She tried to control it, but when his free hand reached for hers, and he laced their fingers together, pressing them into the tangled bedding, it just kept tumbling.

“
Feel
this, Nat.” He kept moving inside her, grinding his body against hers at the end of every hammering stroke to give her maximum pleasure, his dark eyes burning with raw emotion. “You
have
to feel what’s happening between us as strongly as I do. I know you do.”

Oh, God
. She was in shock, because she never, not in a million freaking years, expected to hear something so passionate and real from someone like Sean. From such a hard, rugged, impossibly sexy alpha. A man who was so brilliant and virile and impossibly gorgeous, he could have
any
woman he wanted, from fucking actresses to super models, he was
that
incredible.

She turned her head to the side, needing a moment to get her thoughts straight, and found herself staring at their linked hands. Then something inside her started to crack. She could feel the hot burn of tears building at the back of her throat, her heart in a fucking free-fall that was so hard and fast, she didn’t think she would ever be able to catch it.

Somehow, she found the courage to bring her watery gaze back to his, and heard herself whisper, “I do. I feel it.”

He smiled at her then, so heart-stoppingly perfect, and she freaking lit up inside like a fireworks display, a husky laugh on his lips as he leaned down and nipped her lower lip.

“No. Don’t close your eyes,” he groaned, when her lashes started to lower, his deep voice rougher than she’d ever heard it. “Look at me. I want to see you. I want to watch you taking me.”

Staring up at his handsome face, Natalie drank in the sight of him. He was so fucking beautiful to her. Even that massive, brutal part of him that was pounding inside her was beautiful. And, God, did he know how to use it.

Taking his hand from her hair, he hooked it behind her knee, then lifted it toward her chest. The position changed the angle of his penetration, and suddenly he was hitting that secret spot deep inside her that made everything go dark and hot and achingly sweet. She screamed as a sharp, shocking jolt of pleasure slammed into her, devastating her senses, the deep, rhythmic pulses of her orgasm pulling Sean right along with her. He came so hard it was violent, the sounds he made thick and guttural, while he spurted into her again and again, his cum so hot she could feel it.

Time spun and dipped like a kite in flight, and she wondered if she was on the verge of passing out from an orgasm after all, when he finally pulled her back to the present with the tender brush of his lips against hers. Their tongues lazily stroked and tasted, and she lifted her free hand, running her fingertips across the scratchy surface of his jaw.

He made a soft, rumbling sound of pleasure, then pressed another gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth, before lifting his head and grinning at her. Moving with care, because it had to be obvious she was a little sore, given how hard they’d been going at it, he pulled out. She let go of his hand as he sat up and knelt between her legs. His long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks as his gaze lowered to the wet, tender place where he’d been buried so hard and deep, and she flushed as she felt the thick streams of moisture slipping from inside her.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, when he placed his warm hands high on her inner thighs and swept his thumbs across the sensitive lips of her sex.

“Pushing my cum back inside you.” He flashed her a crooked smile, his eyes hot with lust and deeper, more emotional things that she was too afraid to try to name. “I’m pretty sure that’s where it wants to be.”

She felt an answering smile tug at the corner of her mouth. “Caveman.”

“With you, always.”

Always?

With one last wicked brush of his thumbs over her sex, he laid down on his side. He caught her around her waist, pulling her onto her side as well, then drew her closer, their legs tangling together as they faced each other, the sunlight streaming in through the blinds painting their passion-glazed bodies with ethereal stripes of color.

Lifting his hand, he pushed her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear, his smoldering gaze locked tight with hers. “I wish you wouldn’t have hidden from me for so long,” he rasped, stroking the pad of his thumb across the curve of her cheek. “I wish you would have just walked across that restaurant, taken my head in your hands, and kissed the fuck out of me the first time you ever saw me. If you’d done that, we could have been here, in this moment, months ago.”

She blinked, her breath shivering past her lips in a quiet rush.

“I want a chance, Natalie.” His blue eyes burned with determination. “And you don’t have to say anything right now. I’m not trying to pressure you. Just…
believe me
when I say that I want this. That I want the chance to prove to you that this is worth the risk.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, and she could only manage a feeble nod before she buried her face against his chest, her hands clutching at him, letting him know that while she might be terrified, she wasn’t going to pull away from him. He made a low sound that vibrated against her, and held her tighter, his lips brushing against the top of her head as he let her have this moment to get her thoughts straight.