Surprised by Love: A Contemporary Romance (The Armstrongs Book 4) (10 page)

Toni needed breathing space. She’d known Douglas was hot. She had fantasized about having sex with him for endless nights. But even her wildest fantasies hadn’t come close to reality. Her body reacted to him like a volcano ready to erupt. That first orgasm he’d given her was only the prelude and had left her craving for more. For all of him.

But first she’d drive him senseless. Pushing him to lean back had been an impulse, for once not pondering the pros and cons of her every action. She wasn’t even scared of how he’d react to her taking over the lead. He liked to be in charge. But so did she. And the burning desire in his eyes proved her right.

She took him between her lips and the dark growl escaping his throat sent heat waves through her body. Oh gosh! Who knew that a blow job could be such a turn on?

She slipped him up and down in her mouth with fervor, sucking, touching, stroking, teasing him. Her left hand moved across his chest, squeezing his nipples, and down his corded muscles. Every one of her movements resulted in heavy breathing of her man.

My man
! She already felt his rhythmic compulsions, when she slightly turned to look into his eyes. He wanted her to stop, but she wouldn’t. She wanted to do this. To taste him. Moments later, he came in her mouth, shouting her name. With a last soft lick, she released his length from her mouth.

She heard him hissing air out of his lungs and felt herself pulled against his chest. His gorgeous naked body lay hard and strong beneath her. The feeling of skin on skin instantly aroused her desire again. The volcano inside was still alive and kicking. Her whole body ached for another release. But neither of them moved. She drank in his presence, the touch of his naked skin, his smell, and the emotions his nearness stirred in her.

Just when the emotions started to overwhelm her, he turned her over so they lay beside each other looking into the sky, and said, “You are everything I ever wished for.”

His softly murmured words instantly brought all thoughts and worries back to her mind. She shifted uncomfortably in his arms, which resulted in him turning her face to lock his eyes with hers. “Don’t worry, beautiful.”

“I’m not.”

“Don’t lie to me. I can see the worry on your face.”

“How’s that?” she wanted to know.

“You always have that wrinkle between your eyebrows when you worry.” He trailed the wrinkle with his finger tip. “Promise me you won’t worry tonight. Tomorrow we can talk it out and find a solution, okay? But tonight I want to make love to you until the world around us stops existing.”

She nodded hesitantly, not able to push words out of her mouth, but quickly forgot all her worries when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it. A shock wave of pleasure rushed through her body. And if that wasn’t enough, she heard his velvety voice, “Now it’s my turn to command.”

Command me all you want. You can do anything to me as long as you don’t stop touching me.

He dedicated himself once more to her breasts, until she moaned and then slid his hand into her folds, probing his fingers into her, setting her body on fire. She wanted to come apart in his arms more than she wanted to breathe. But he held her there, at the verge of explosion, without letting her go over the edge, despite her writhing and begging him to quit teasing her. She felt his love in every of his movements, making her body vibrate as the heat built up to levels she’d never experienced before.

“You are so hot and wet again, sweetheart.”

She moaned, yes she was. And if he didn’t drive into her soon, she’d go up in flames. Suddenly a thought invaded her mind and cooled her off almost to a freezing point, “What about protection?”

He stopped what he was doing to toss her the most infernal grin ever, pushing any further thoughts out of her mind. Who cared about protection when confronted with that grin? “Do you really believe you can protect yourself against me?”

Whoops. No, she couldn’t. Her heart was already his. And her body too. Her mind still tried to get hold of those confusing thoughts, when she saw him take a condom from his wet wallet and heard his sexy voice, “You got it all wet, but it’ll still do.”

Thank god. She expected him to slide it on, but he didn’t. “Not yet, Mrs. Worrysome. First I have to smooth that worry-wrinkle out of your forehead.”

He continued to place soft and tender kisses on her face while pushing her against the sun chair with his full body weight. His weight squeezed the air out of her lungs. Is that how a potato feels in a pressure cooker?

Pure lust pulsated through her body, pushing the very last thought and worry out of her mind. She was his. Everything would be fine as long as he was with her. Nothing else existed besides the two of them.

Her body felt ridden with pins and needles when he slid off of her and demanded, “Open your legs.”

She did as he’d ordered and opened them. It was exhilarating to obey his commands, not knowing what he’d want next. He wasn’t satisfied though. “Wider.”

She hurried to spread her legs as far apart as possible and was rewarded with a throaty whisper, “Beautiful.” Then he lowered his head between her thighs and licked her until she cried out his name in her climax. Still shaking from the rippling waves that washed over her body, she wasn’t sure she’d heard right when he said, “Turn around.”

But she quickly learned that he hadn’t joked because she felt how he carefully flipped her over onto her stomach. As her over-sensitive nipples rubbed against the rough material of the sun chair, she squealed before the initial pain transformed into another lust wave roaming through her body, pulling a moan of need from her lungs.

Douglas apparently intended to torture her for as long as possible because instead of pounding into her, he whispered a soft, “You’re still tense beautiful,” into her ear and massaged her neck and shoulders as if she hadn’t just come apart.

Finally, when the trembling in her body faded, she felt his hands moving down her back all the way to her butt. She wanted to part her legs to give him better access, but he pushed them close and pressed her against the sun chair with the weight of his body. She felt her love bud rubbing against the material with every stroke of his hand.

Little electric shocks rushed through her and she could only wonder that she was still alive, she should have gone up in flames by now. He caressed her butt, cupped the cheeks in his hands and then an electrifying sensation indicated his tongue licking all the way from her back to her wet folds.

She’d never let a man do that before. But Douglas hadn’t asked, he’d taken what he wanted. And she’d readily obeyed. If she’d had any brain cells left that weren’t feeling, she’d be wondering what would come next.

When the sound of ripping plastic reached her ears, she wanted to turn around, but he put his hand on the small of her back and said, “Open your legs.” Moments later, he possessed her with a long and powerful thrust. Her eyes flew open in shock, she felt so full, so complete. It took her a few moments to accommodate him fully. He waited, motionless, until she relaxed her muscles, then he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “I’ll fuck you senseless beautiful. Now close your legs.”

She did as ordered and the sudden tightness heightened every sensation. She clenched her muscles around him on the verge of coming again. He lifted her hips a bit and squeezed a towel under them to accommodate himself deeper inside her and when his next movement pulled a moan from her throat, he ground his hard length into her again and again.

Never had a man been so deep inside her. The tip of his shaft pushed with each thrust against a resistance that brought every nerve to the surface. An erupting volcano was an iceberg compared to what her body felt like. Her lust-fogged mind managed to think
G-spot
. She’d always believed that this was a myth, or at least something only some women had. Not her.

But Douglas proved her wrong. With each of his hard thrusts, the pins and needles riddling her body exploded into overwhelming sensations. Every muscle vibrated to his fast and steady rhythm. Her nipples burnt from rubbing against the hard material of the sun chair. Breathing like she’d just run up a flight of stairs, she was overly aware of Douglas’ weight on her body. With the next thrust, every cell in her body exploded and she could swear she saw fireworks in the night sky when she screamed out his name.

Her scream echoed from the surrounding skyscrapers. Still convulsing, she felt him coming with her name on his lips, “Antonia.” Minutes later, after their breathing had come back to normal, he flipped her around to lock eyes with her. “I love you, Antonia. I will do anything it takes for us to be together. Anything at all.”

She didn’t want to think about the harsh reality right now. She wanted to stay in this moment of perfect harmony. He kissed her lips and said, “You’re sweating.”

“So are you.”

“Mmmm. I happened to have an erupting volcano in my hands.” He shot her his infernal grin again. Why did her body heat up again? Wouldn’t she ever get enough of him?

“Would you rather handle an iceberg?”

His grin broadened. “Not at all, sweetheart. But I just found a great way to cool you down just a tad, my hot mermaid.”

With these words, he picked her up, threw her into the pool and jumped right behind. The cool water felt delicious on her burning skin. She’d never skinny dipped before, but now put it on her do-more-often-list. A list she kept with fun little things she thoroughly enjoyed, but didn’t do often enough. Like eating ice-cream, hanging out with friends, skinny-dipping with Douglas.

As they relaxed on the sun chair again, they both looked up to the sky and she suddenly got excited. “I saw a shooting star.”

He’d seen it too because he squeezed her hand and asked, “Did you wish for something?”

She leaned closer into him, his arm wrapped around her and nodded. “Yes.”

“See, everything will be fine.”

Suddenly, she heard a noise from the entrance door and held her breath.
Someone was trying to open the door!
The door was knocking against something, probably the sun chair he’d braced against it.

Toni heard a female voice swearing and a male voice answering.

“Crap, that’s Tricia,” she whispered. “We’d better get going.” She quickly put on her fluffy bathrobe while Douglas wrapped a towel around his waist and then began to gather up his wet clothing.

Toni located both pieces of her bikini and stuffed them down in the pockets of her robe. They turned and headed toward the exit just as the janitor managed to force the door open.

Tricia stood there looking at them with an angry expression on her face.

Toni knew that she must have that that just-fucked look in her face, and intently stared at her toes, wondering how to get out of the situation.

Douglas came to her rescue, mumbling, “I guess a chair must have fallen in front of the door. Sorry, we didn’t notice it.”

It was such an obvious lie, Tricia didn’t even comment on it. She gave them an angry stare, and was about to give them a litany, when she must have noticed Toni’s red cheeks and clamped her mouth shut.

She took a step towards her and whispered, “Good girl. You got laid. Next time, let me know and I’ll close the pool for maintenance.”

Toni felt her cheeks burn like they were on fire and without a further word, she and Douglas made their escape. As they stepped onto the elevator, they overheard Tricia’s voice telling the waiting guest something about at chair falling.

That little incident had embarrassed her to the bone and the elevator ride gave her just enough time to start second-guessing if sleeping with Douglas had been such a good idea. She wanted to disappear into her apartment, but Douglas grabbed her hand and said in a soft but determined voice, “No way. I’m not letting go of you ever again.”

He’s right! If I go to my apartment now, I’ll just start worrying again. Shoot, I might just run away.
The scales fell from her eyes, and she realized that she’d been running from the void in her heart half of her life, since the death of her parents to be exact.

Douglas intense blue eyes searched hers, patiently waiting out her inner battle. When she slightly nodded, he added, “There is no reason to be afraid. Everything will work out. Now, your place or mine?”

She looked at him, his scorching hot body with a towel around his waist and his wet clothes in his hand. She licked her lips, the desire for him spreading across her body again.

“If we go to my place, you have to stay naked all night and the next day.” Her playful words sent tingles of anticipation right into her center.

His eyes were full of promise, when he answered, “You would like that, Mrs. Insatiable. Right?”

She didn’t answer, but licked her lips again. Her hand stroked his bare chest. She had intended to tease him with her strokes, but actually it was her who didn’t stand a chance in hell to escape his charms. Her blood headed for the boiling point again.
Since when am I an insatiable sex maniac?

Douglas leaned into her, holding his hands up in surrender while his eyes locked with hers. “Seriously, I would prefer to at least grab some dry clothes for tomorrow morning. But if you want me to come with you naked, I’ll do just that. I told you I’d to anything to make this work.”

She almost drowned in the deepness of his eyes, getting sucked right into his soul. And she liked what she saw. She was tempted to take him up on his offer, just to see if he was bluffing or not. “Okay. Your place then.”

A sigh of relief escapes his lungs. “You’ll be rewarded for being so kind, beautiful.”