Let Me Love You Page 4

  “You taste incredible.” He offered his finger to her, staring with hooded eyes while she contemplated his offering. She separated her lips as acceptance and he slid a finger over her bottom lip and inside her mouth. Closing her lips, she sucked on his finger, tasting the sweet, yet musky flavor of herself and the salty zest of him. The combination was intoxicating. One she thoroughly enjoyed, much to her surprise.

  His eyes darkened to an even deeper shade of blue. Quick breaths punctuated the air between them. She drew on his finger, swirling her tongue around the digit.

  No one, not even her ex-husband in the early stages of their relationship, had ever looked at her the way Ren watched her now. So much need. So turned on.

  She needed him to fuck her senseless. To fill the void that left her questioning her attractiveness, her sensuality. Consequences be damned. She gripped his wrist and slowly pulled his finger from her mouth, letting it float over her tongue before nipping on the tip.

  “Fuck me.” She didn’t recognize her husky voice. “I need to feel you inside me with this.” She cupped his length through his shorts. He more than filled her hand. A feral sound vibrated through him and his cock jumped at her words and touch.

  He squatted, kissing her abdomen, her hips, the front of her thighs while he tore her bikini bottoms down her legs until they pooled at her bare feet. She grasped his shoulders to keep her balance. Stepped out of her bottoms. Rising up and grabbing her hips with both hands, he lifted her onto the granite countertop next to the fridge as if she weighed nothing. She inhaled sharply, the cold a shock against her heated bottom.

  “Say it again,” he begged, spreading her knees and stepping between her legs.

  “Fuck me.”

  “You have no idea what hearing those words does to me.” A wicked smile stretched across his lips.

  “I have some idea.” She cupped his erection again.

  “I guess you do.” He chuckled.

  She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, wanting to expose his skin, see him, feel him. Reaching behind his head, he pulled at the back of his gray Florida Gators t-shirt in that way entirely male and tossed the cloth on the kitchen floor on top of her bikini.

  Stacey glided her hands over his taut chest and down over his ripped abs, relishing the peaks and valleys of his muscles. He was hard everywhere and she wanted to explore every inch.

  Closing his eyes, he dropped his head back. Resting his hands over hers, he followed her survey of his body as if he wanted to know how he felt to her.

  She slipped her hand lower and squeezed his cock.

  He grunted.

  Kicking off his flip-flops, he shed his cargo shorts allowing them to fall to his feet. He pushed his blue boxers down until he freed his erection.

  She gasped. His cock was long and heavy, fully erect, jutting out. Thick veins pulsed under the silky skin. The head, purplish red, looked angry, like a flaming firework ready to erupt and soar high into the sky. He was glorious.

  “Your body is amazing.” She glided her hands back over his chest, his small nipples tightening at her touch.

  He clenched his cock in his hand, stroking from base to tip while his gaze ran the length of her.

  “You’re gorgeous. You’ve been making me like this for years. I’ve never wanted to be with someone so desperately. There’s so much I want to do to you. With you. But right now, I need to be inside you.”

  His words ramped up her desire. Her heart banged hard against her chest.

  Leaning over, he pressed his lips softly against hers, grasping her hips and pulling her closer to the edge of the counter. He planted tender kisses along her neck, across her collarbone, over her breasts, then kissed her lips again.

  Wrapping her hand around his neck for support and leverage, she leaned back, ready to accept all of him. Still holding his cock in his hand, he rubbed along her slick pussy, circling her little bundle of nerves with the bulbous head. Her eyes rolled with the jolt of electricity. The prior orgasm had left her overly sensitive.

  “I need this, Ren. I need you.” Stacey meant it. She did need this. The excitement. The rush. His eyes were dilated and hooded. He edged his mouth up into a devilish grin.

  “And I’m going to give it to you.” A strained voice. “I’ve never wanted to do anything more than I want to be buried in your tight little pussy.”

  He squatted and pulled a condom from a pocket in his shorts. He ripped the foil package with his teeth, tossed the foil on the floor, and rolled the condom over his thick length. Aligning his cock, he eased inside of her slick opening one slow inch at a time. The sensation of the invasion scorched as her tight walls clamped down on his shaft. His breath stalled just as hers did. He edged his hips forward little by little until he was buried to the hilt.

  He hissed. “Jesus fucking Christ!” He stilled and gripped her hips tight, his fingers digging into her flesh, sure to leave bruises, the good kind. His eyes widened. “I’ve never…holy shit!” He rolled his eyes back and dropped his head forward against hers. His breath burst out hard and fast.

  She’d never felt this full, this complete during sex. Perhaps abstaining with a broken heart heightened the experience. Or Ren simply knew how to use his body to pleasure hers.

  She drank in the beautiful sight of him. Clenched jaw, hooded eyes, athletic body glistening with a hint of perspiration. Muscles rigid with tension and restraint. The image would live in her memory forever.

  She circled her hips and ground into him, needing the friction, the movement. Desperate for him to move.

  “Stop. Stacey,” he murmured between breaths. “God!”

  “What’s wrong?” She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling closer to him, seemingly unable to get close enough.

  She rotated her hips again, and he grunted. With every gyration, his eyes glazed over and carnal sounds escaped him. Pride and satisfaction surged through her that she’d brought him to this point. Gave him pleasure. This man could have any woman he wanted—any woman—yet, he wanted her. It would be memorable for them both.

  “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” He finally focused on her, his eyes wild. “I’m so worked up.” She jerked her pelvis forward, teasing him. “Ahhhh! You’re so fucking tight. So wet. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life. This feels so goddamn incredible.”

  Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her torso against him, stilling her. She fought his hold, arching her back to press her breasts against his chest, his skin smooth against hers.

  She heaved forward with a grasp on his neck and swiped her tongue over his bottom lip, biting and tugging, then sucking. He groaned, narrowing his eyes, warning her if she didn’t slow down he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions.

  “I need you to move.” She bit his lip again. He squeezed her hard, holding her motionless against him.

  “Stacey.” A sharp caution.

  But she wanted more, needed more. She needed him to fuck her like a fire needed oxygen. She wanted him to come undone, lose control. Sealing her mouth over his, she plunged her tongue between his lips, in and out, mimicking the motion she longed he’d do between her thighs. Inching her hands over his smooth chest and around to his back, she dug her fingernails into his muscular flesh.

  “Jesus Christ!” He slammed his hips into hers hard and frantic, stripping his mouth away. His control vanished, pelvis thrusting against her as he succumbed to his primal need to fuck. Yes. She loved it.

  His thick rod hammered into her, their skin slapping together flesh to flesh. He filled her completely with each thrust forward. Her world narrowed to this moment between them, to where their bodies connected. She ground her clit into his pelvis with each incoming stroke, and the first quiver of her orgasm speared her. Again. She was going to come again. Grasping the edge of the countertop with both hands, she raised her hips allowing him to thrust more fully into her.

  “That’s it! Fuck me.”

  His muscles contracted on his arms, abs, a
nd chest as he pistoned his hips into her hard and fierce.

  “I’m going to come all over your cock.”

  “Fuck. I love it when you talk like that.” He growled and grunted, baring his teeth as he slammed into her, rocking her body hard and sliding her into the white cabinets, and over the edge of pleasure. A tingling sensation raced to each nerve ending and she burst. Crying out, her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy gripping his cock, pulling him deeper into her, milking him.

  “Fuck,” he cried. “Oh fuck, I’m coming. Oh, God!” He continued to curse with each stroke, pounding into her until his cock pulsed. He shuddered, still moving, drawing out both their pleasures until he collapsed against her, breathing hard. His sweaty skin pressed against hers.

  Wrapping her arms around him, she leaned back against the cabinets and held his trembling body, absorbing every ounce of this experience into her soul. She’d been numb for months, not feeling anything since discovering Randy’s affair and the finalization of the divorce. Ren brought her back to life. She’d be forever grateful.

  Chapter Three

  “Are you okay?” Stacey asked. The concern in her voice warmed him from head to toe. He’d nearly passed out from the rush of his orgasm. Best he’d ever had. His limbs still tingled and his head swam in a pool of euphoria.

  Several minutes had passed, the two of them tangled in each other, trying to regain their breath, their composure.

  Ren pulled back to look at her. Waves of emotion floated across her features: Relief mixed with worry, and what was that? Guilt? His chest twisted into a knot at the idea she would regret one millisecond of what just happened.

  Sex was always great, but this, this was incredible. So intense. So amazing.

  “I don’t know.” He stretched his lips into a lazy smile. “I’ve never had sex like that.”

  “Like what?” She attempted to straighten, but he was still semi-hard inside of her.

  He didn’t want to pull out and lose the feel of her arms, her pussy wrapped around him, linking them emotionally as well as physically. He hadn’t imagined their connection. He’d seen hints in her expressions and her voice, but this feeling was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He wanted the joy, the moment to last forever.

  “So together. So real.” He chuckled with satisfaction and admiration. He’d always secretly believed he was missing the commitment gene. A connection to a woman was foreign to him.

  Not that he thought he’d be alone. Companions were easy to find.

  His heart thrummed against his chest and every inch of him tingled with excitement and anticipation. He made love to a woman for the first time. Finally. And it was fan-fucking-tastic! This was what all the fuss was about. He’d never be the same.

  He slid free of her, sighing at the loss of warmth. Her sharp intake of breath signaled her own displeasure at losing their union. That gave him some comfort knowing she felt something, too. But the glimmer of regret clouding her beautiful blue eyes gnawed at his gut.

  He needed to remind her what they’d just done. Of what they could be.

  Leaning into her, he slanted his mouth over hers, then kissed her deeply, dipping his tongue into her sweet recess. She tasted spicy, like cinnamon gum. He’d buy out the Big Red packs and the cinnamon Altoids at the grocery store tomorrow just to keep her flavor on his tongue.

  “I want to do this again,” he said against her mouth, holding her face in his hands, and caressing the curve of her jaw with his thumb. His lips lingered over hers. “I want to do this often.”

  The corners of her mouth turned down. “Oh, Ren.” A crack of guilt in her voice, a sadness in her sigh.

  “Don’t say it, Stacey.” He shook his head. “I came here with every intention of this happening. You didn’t seduce me. You didn’t coerce me to do anything. So, please don’t tell me you feel guilty or you regret it. I couldn’t take it. This is the best day of my life.”

  Her eyes widened at his declaration, as if she’d expected him to throw on his clothes as he walked out the door and yelled, “thank you” before it slammed shut. He understood her thought process. She knew him well. He hadn’t ever had a steady girlfriend. Not one who he’d dated more than a couple times. She knew that.

  But this wasn’t a fling. Not for him. Even though she didn’t know it yet, he wasn’t just getting his rocks off with an older woman. He wanted more. Wanted her. All of her.

  “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. She dropped her gaze to the floor. Wisps of hair covered her face like a veil, shielding her from his scrutiny.

  “Don’t say anything.”

  “You know this can’t happen again.” She flipped her hair back, exposing wide eyes. A warm smile stretched her lips, but her words felt like a dagger to his carotid. “I admit this was incredible. Amazing. You’re amazing. Any girl who ends up with you is the luckiest girl alive.”

  The idea of being with another woman soured his stomach. Finally, he was ready to commit to a woman. To her.

  “What if I want that girl to be you?” He stood between her legs and lifted her chin. All sorts of emotions swam in the depths of her blue eyes. He tried to cling to those that would help him get her on the same page. “I want you.”

  “Oh, baby, that’s sweet. Really. But you don’t want me. Trust me.” She set her hands on his chest and pressed, trying to create space between them.

  He gripped her hips and held on, refusing to be pushed away. If he let her off the counter now, she’d throw him out and declare this the biggest mistake of her life. He couldn’t let that happen. She’d need time to digest his proposition, but first he had to understand the source of her resistance, otherwise it would be like wrestling a ghost.

  “Why wouldn’t I want you?” He narrowed his eyes, silently daring her to name all the reasons she’d formulated in her pretty head so he could shoot every last one of them down.

  “First of all, your parents will never approve of this. I’m pretty sure I don’t approve of this.” She waved a finger between them. He grabbed her finger and kissed the tip. Her eyes softened, but she yanked her hand from his grasp.

  Clearly his touch affected her. He clung to that.

  “We don’t need my parents’ approval. For Christ’s sake, I’m an adult. You’re an adult. We make our own decisions. We decide if we want to take this further. To have a relationship.”

  He swept a few stray pieces of her hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her neck, and goosebumps rose along her soft skin. She shivered and her nipples tightened.

  His cock twitched to life. Another wave of hunger washed over him. He bit off the moan that climbed up his throat. He could initiate another round—he’d love to—but he needed to focus if he wanted to convince her he wanted more than sex.

  “I care what your parents think. I’m friends with them.”

  “My parents love you. They may initially be surprised, but they’ll accept us.” He emphasized the word, needing her to understand the seriousness of what he sought. This wasn’t an afternoon fling or a one-night stand. He wasn’t fooling around for a few days or weeks to live out a fantasy.

  He wanted sunsets, cozy dinners, snuggling up on the couch watching movies. He wanted to hold her while she fell asleep and wake to her every morning.

  “I’m eight years your senior.” She pushed on his chest again, but he didn’t budge. She huffed out in frustration.

  “Yes. I know our age difference.” A bit of cockiness laced his tone. “Go on. What else?”

  “You can’t possibly be serious?”

  “I’m not just serious. I’m dead fucking serious.”

  “Ren, in ten years, hell, in five years, maybe even less, you won’t find me attractive.” She ran her fingers through her hair, which fell over her bare shoulders in wild waves, making her look like a siren perched on a rock beckoning a sailor. He wasn’t sure what she saw when she looked in the mirror, but he couldn’t imagine ever finding her anything but beautiful. “I don’t have
it in me to be tossed for a twenty-something. That would happen with you because you are a twenty-something.”

  There! She said it. Maybe their age difference bothered her, but it was more than that. She feared being left for a younger woman again. Now he understood the playing field they were on and where he stood. She’d just given him a gift and didn’t even know it.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He cupped her cheek, and her skin was so smooth against his calloused hands. “I understand the reasons you feel the way you do, believe me, I do. I’d love to kick Randy’s ass for making you feel this way, for putting those concerns, insecurities, and doubts in your head. For breaking your heart. But I’m not Randy. And I promise I’d never do that to you.”

  “What about the girl you were telling me about earlier from school? You deserve somebody closer to your age. Someone who is in the same stage of life as you.”

  “I never said she was from school. You made that assumption. You asked if any girls had caught my eye and I said there was a girl.” He paused. “You.” His gaze begged her to believe him. “I’ve had a thing for you for a long time and after making love to you today, it’s hard for me to imagine ever being with anyone else.”

  “Ren Haynes!” she snapped. “You’re twenty-three-years-old! You can have any woman you want. Pick one your own age. One that you can have a future with. And we didn’t make love. We fucked.” Her tone was harsh, cold.

  His gut twisted and a twinge stabbed his heart. He knew there’d been risks involved in seducing her and trying to prove he wanted more than sex. With his reputation, never being serious about a girl, he had an uphill battle convincing her. But he would climb Mount Everest in his swimming trunks and bare feet if she’d give him a chance.

  She pushed on his chest again. This time, he stepped back, still shocked by her words. She jumped down from the counter as soon as he gave her space, and grabbed the towel off the floor, wrapping the cloth tightly around herself, trying to shield her nakedness. Her eyes were wild and her hands trembled as she clung to the towel, her agitation palpable.