Seducing the Photographer (At First Sight) (6 page)

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The movie credits finished. The screen went dark. Steve felt proud. He’d spent over two hours stretched on the couch with Meg beside him. There had been kisses firing his desire and touches making her moan. He’d held in the need to possess her. Idly he stroked her midriff. His fingers encountered lace and flesh. He cupped her breasts. She turned and met his mouth in a kiss that heated him and almost burned away the bonds of restraint. With a bold move he slid a finger under the edge of her thong. She moved closer.

He grasped her waist and remembered. The caveman approach was out. A chuckle built into a belly laugh.

Meg pulled away. “What’s so funny?”

“I had an urge to sling you over my shoulder and carry you to my bed. The thought of hobbling down the hall or using my new favorite kind of ambulation popped into my head.”

Meg giggled. “Not your finest idea.”

“Agreed.”

Steve sat up. “I need my laptop to make a copy of the pics I sent to Mark. If I don’t do it now they’ll be lost. Happened to me twice.”

He watched her walk away. The fringe at the bottom of the top swayed as she walked revealing tantalizing glimpses of her rear. He groaned. Of all times for his obsession for preserving his photos to kick in.

She returned. He made the copy and handed her the flash drive. He grabbed his cell. “I’ll call the restaurant and order dinner. This is a date.”

She grasped the laptop. “What are you ordering?”

“I’ll surprise you. Grab my wallet. It’s on the dresser.”

She walked away. As soon as she disappeared he dialed and placed the order.

Moments later she tossed him his wallet. “Are we eating in the kitchen or on the balcony?”

“Kitchen.” The thought of her in the night shirt raised his possessiveness to a high level.
She was his.
His eyes widened. What he meant was she was his until the weekend ended. No, until the sizzle died. Maybe they were tired of each other.

As she walked to the kitchen the sway of the fringe made him grip the arms of the wheelchair. He drew a deep breath and struggled with the urge to forget dinner. Man, he felt the urge to enjoy their mutual pleasure for years.

Wrong.
He couldn’t do forever. The doorbell rang and cut off the thoughts circling in his head. The bell rang again, followed by a rapid knocking.

“Want me to get that?” Meg asked.

“I’m on my way.” Saved by the bell from turning the date into an orgy. He paid for the food and wheeled to the kitchen. He put the containers on the table.

“Chili con Quest and tostaditas.” He popped one of the corn chips into the cheese sauce and offered Meg a bite.

She took the offering. “Smooth, silky, spicy. Better than any I’ve ever tasted.” She selected one of the chips and returned the favor.

“I should have one of those fondue pots to keep it warm.”

“I’ll show you a trick.” She ran water through the coffee maker and poured it into a pan and set the Queso container inside.

“Clever.”

“That’s courtesy of Allie.” She opened bottles of beer. He noticed she’d bought two six packs at the store. She sat across the table and took another chip. “What’s in the other containers?”

“Chorizo Flautas with sausage filling and chili sauce. Enchalidas de Jacques. Tostillas filled with cheese and sour cream”

“And the one still in the bag?”

“Dessert. Chimichangas Dulche, cinnamon filled tostillas filled with apples or apricots.”

“They all sound delicious.” She used a large spoon to serve them each of the main courses. As she tasted each she sighed. “Wonderful. Does Allie know about the restaurant?”

He shrugged. “With all the food Greg brings home I doubt they eat out. If they were home he would have fed us. He usually drops off a dish or two when he knows I’m in residence.”

“I’m glad they’re not home.”

He reached across the table and touched her hand. “So am I.”

When they finished Meg cleared the table. “I’ll straighten in here and join you.”

“Living room or bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

He winked. “See you there.” He paused. “You know what’s going to happen. Are you sure it’s what you want?”

“I’ve broken all my rules since yesterday.”

Steve frowned. Something in the tone of her voice eluded him. He pulled her onto his lap. “Maybe they were the wrong rules.”

“Could be.” She kissed his cheek and rose.

He pushed the chair to the bedroom and managed to remove the cast shoe. He’d given her time to change her mind. Would she join him for a fiery conclusion to their first date? Would this be the last? He’d never been worried about a relationship ending too soon.

Just when he’d begin to think she wasn’t coming Meg appeared in the bedroom doorway. She walked to the bed. He clasped her hands. “I’m glad you’re here.” He hardly recognized his own voice. Why so hesitant? They’d already experienced several satisfactory encounters. What was going on? Whatever made his stomach clench.

Meg bent to kiss him. He released her hands and stroked her breasts. The nipples tightened and he rubbed them with his thumbs. She put her hands beside his head and brushed her lips over his.

His hands moved along her body and stroked her rear. Her skin was smooth. One finger teased the strip of cloth covering her. He slipped that finger between her legs and felt the dampness of her desire. He opened his mouth to his questing tongue.

A sudden thought struck. Would he ever tire of her? The answer remained unknown. For some reason he’d never considered this with any other woman.

He thrust his tongue unto her mouth and leisurely explored. The hint of spices form the dinner added a fire to the kiss. She leaned over him. Her nipples tightened against his chest. “I want you,” he said.

“The wanting is mutual.” She brushed his lips, rose and walked to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Not far.” Moments later she returned with a towel. She wrapped it around his cast. “The fiberglass scratches.”

“Tell me about it. Condoms are in the drawer. Hand me one.”

“I’ll do the honors.” She rose and slid over his thighs.

The whisper of silk over his skin almost undid him. “Meg, stop teasing.”

“Just a bit of foreplay. Haven’t you teased me in the past?”

He closed his eyes as a realization shook him. He’d used suggestive words to keep her at a distance. They had worked. From the moment they met he had known she presented a danger to his lifestyle. What had changed? The sound of a condom wrapper being torn halted his thoughts.

She ran her hands over his abdomen. She slowly rolled the condom over his erection. She slid over his and bent to kiss him.

Steve caressed her back. He slid his hands to her hips and eased the thong down. She pulled free and stripped. When she returned to the bed, straddled his hips and leaned forward for another kiss. Their tongues tangled. She raised her hips and mounted.

He growled. “Faster.”

She stopped moving and ran her hands over his chest. He felt as though he hung above a moment of discovery that would alter his life. While keeping him inside she shifted so her legs stretched toward his head. The sight of their joining sent blood rushing from his head.

Meg cupped her breasts. Her inner muscles tightened around him. His breathing came in quick pants. She shifted again and began to ride.

Sooner than he wanted, his shout blended with the sounds pouring from her. He kissed her.

Meg raised her head. “I love you.”

He put his fingers on her lips. “Don’t say that. Words spoken when passion rules are born of the moment and die too soon.”

She shook her head. “I mean them. Have for months. The Blakefield curse rules.”

He frowned. What did she mean? He looked up and saw the words of love reflected in her blue eyes. She loved him. He didn’t know what to say. He desired her. He wanted more time with her than this weekend
. But forever
. He wasn’t sure he could.

She slid from him and stood beside the bed. He caught her hand. “Stay. Sleep with me tonight.”

Chapter Five

Meg curled against Steve. He held her pressed against his side as if he had no intention of releasing her.
For now.
She didn’t believe his interest would last. When she returned home tomorrow she might sit in her car and cry but she would never let him know or beg to stay. She stiffened. How could she let him go into the arms of another woman? She must. She’d broken her rules of life. Not only had she enjoyed the best sex of her life she’d confessed her secret. She had loved him since the day they had met.

She had laughed or turned her confession into a joke. He’d said words spoken in passion weren’t true. Did he fear she’d meant to trap him? When she’d tried to leave he’d asked her to stay. As soon as he slept she planned to creep to the guest room, gather her things and leave. Then she had to figure how to act when she met him at the office.

He stroked her face. “Don’t go,” he whispered.

She wanted his heart. He had hers. When she left she would feel empty. A wave of sadness threatened to escape in a rush of tears. In his arms she felt safe and loved. She bit her lip. Believing false emotions only led to pain.

Light kisses stirred her. The morning sun illuminated the room. Without further thought she turned and her mouth touched Steve’s. His tongue played over her lips. When his erection nudged she realized she’d slept nude. Another rule gone. Pushing all thoughts aside she surrendered to her rising need for this man.

Playful kissed and nibbles turned to hot open mouths and dueling tongues. She lifted her leg over his. The slide of his erection over her labia made her quiver with desire.

“Condom,” she whispered.

“No need to worry. I sheathed myself and waited for you to wake.” He rolled to his back. She reached for the towel to pad his cast. She slid over him. He grasped her hips and urged her to move. He bent his left leg and matched her rhythm. Meg pressed her hands against his shoulders. Pressure built. Her inner muscles tightened and released. Heat rose to become a searing flame.

“Meg, oh, Meg,” he cried.

Her back arched. Her low moan turned into a cry. “Steve, I…” He covered her mouth to stop her words. His action didn’t matter. What she felt was real.

He stroked her face and planted kisses on her cheeks. “Won’t be long before I’m in control.”

She laughed. “I like being on top.” She nibbled his lips. “What about breakfast?”

“How about a shower first?”

“Together?”

“Yeah,” he said.

She slid from the bed and bent to kiss him. “I’ll fetch your water proofing equipment.”

In the kitchen before she took the wrap and plastic bag from the cupboard she started coffee. By the time she reached the bathroom Steve had managed to transfer to the chair in the shower. As she wrapped his cast she watched his erection grow.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Seems I always am when you’re around. Been like this for months.”

Had he been attracted to her from the start? Was that the reason for the constant teasing? “Could become uncomfortable.”

“At times but the solution has arrived. We can react in ways we both enjoy.”

She kissed him. “But you always seem to rise again.” She handed him the soap and washcloth and turned the water on.

“Move closer. Let me do the honors.”

She crouched with her back to him. He used the cloth to wash her back. As she rose he moved the cloth across her rear and stroked her thighs. She turned. Water pelted her back. As he washed her breasts she saw he was ready. So was she.

Steve stroked her belly. “The blush continues to your feet.”

Her eyes widened. “My blush turns you on.”

“Better believe it does. Why else was I saying things to cause you to turn red?”

She took the cloth from him and washed his chest. He grasped her hips. “Come closer.” She braced her hands on his shoulders. “Lean back a little.” He guided his erection to her threshold. She inched closer and felt the slid of him fill her. “Just right.”

His growl stirred her to move. He tilted her head. Their lips met. Meg felt a need to move. The kiss deepened. Their climaxes peaked. Steve’s groans united with her cries.

“Meg, mine,” he whispered.

“Oh yes.” She rested her head on his shoulder. His words brought a warmth she had to deny. They had been spoken during passion. She drew a deep breath, rose and rinsed. Then she turned the water off. Before she dressed she removed the covering from his cast. Once he was back in the wheelchair she pushed him to the bedroom. “Breakfast. Omelets, cinnamon rolls, ham and coffee.”

“Sounds great. I’m starved.”

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Steve sat at the table in the kitchen and watched Meg. She stood at the stove and poured eggs into the omelet pans he didn’t know he had. Had she heard him claim her as his? He hadn’t meant to speak the words aloud. He needed no commitments in his life.