Page 7 of Let Me Love You
Heat simmered low in her belly and pooled between her legs, dampening her bikini bottoms with her arousal. Thank heavens the towel covered her lower half. She’d die of embarrassment if he noticed how slick she’d become from one simple little kiss to her neck.
Her breasts grew heavy at his closeness, at the feel of him behind her like he might take her right there. Oh, the idea! Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks against her bikini top. Her level of arousal stunned her. She’d taken care of herself a few times over the months—a woman had to release pent up frustration—but she hadn’t had a physical reaction to another man since Randy, and well, that had been some time ago.
There hadn’t been much passion between them in about a year. He claimed to be exhausted by long hours at the firm. Long hours that included sexing his paralegal.
“Ren, what are you doing?” Her voice sounded breathy and traitorous. Like Brutus with Julius Cesar, et tu, voice? If she heard the breathlessness, he certainly had.
“I’ve fantasized about doing this forever.”
Surprising. She hadn’t expected him to fantasize about her other than maybe hoping to catch a peek of skin.
She’d caught him staring at her chest and backside from time-to-time over the years. And she’d just busted him outside by the pool.
A young man in his sexual prime. Girls had come and gone in a steady stream. She’d never expected to draw his attention. Not that she considered herself hard on the eyes. She might not be Giselle or Sofia Vergara, but she’d had her fair share of ogles.
He slid strong hands over her hips toward her belly, stroking the bare skin above the towel. The roughness of his calloused thumb tingled her soft skin. Gliding up her abdomen, he blazed a trail of heat until he cupped her breasts.
“You look amazing in this bikini.” His breath fanned across her cheek, and the huskiness of his voice sent heat rushing through her. No mistaking his desire. “And I think you’ll look even more amazing out of it.”
He bit the string tie of her bikini, pulling the cloth with his teeth until the bow slipped free. The fabric loosened and fell into his hands, exposing her. Cool air caressed her skin, causing her nipples to tighten even more and goosebumps to once again form over her skin. Her breaths shallowed and she stilled.
This had to stop. She needed to stop this.
This couldn’t go any further, but blood raced through her veins and lust hummed at the end of every nerve. Her bare breasts ached for his touch. The need for his hands on her, cupping her, massaging her, was almost painful.
His dexterous fingers untied the bottom string of her bikini.
The red material flitted to the Mexican-tiled floor, landing near her feet. Sunlight filtered through the window above the kitchen sink, dancing across the tile and her toes. A boat whirred in the channel behind her house. Life carried on despite this frozen moment in time.
He kicked the clothing out of their way, and cupped her bare breasts.Finally. She shuddered at the relief of his warm hands molding her. Her sex clenched, almost pushing her to orgasm.Oh God!He hadn’t even touched herthereand yet her body reacted as if he’d touched her everywhere. His chest rumbled with a primal sound that almost buckled her knees.
“I was right,” he rumbled. “God, you’re beautiful.”
It had been too long. Too long for her to think clearly when a man of Ren’s caliber touched her and whispered sexy words in her ear. She dropped her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, melting against him like her favorite Irish butter in a hot skillet.
His beachy scent consumed her, mixing with hints of the chocolate chip cookies she had baked earlier. The mix of fragrances made her lightheaded.
He kneaded her breasts, triggering another pulse between her legs.
The heat of his hands, the feel of him at her back, the drift of his breath on her neck—too much.Surrender.That’s what her body cried out for. Let him ravage her. She deserved this experience and was way overdue for a man-made orgasm, already more than halfway there. Why not?
Wait!
What was she doing? Her neighbor’s son. Her friendship with his parents would be irreparably damaged if this situation went any further. Not to mention, the possible scandal: Older woman seduces younger man. If this street was anything, it was nosy and full of gossip.
“Stop. Ren!” The words came out more like a moan than a demand.
He caressed her, stroking her breasts so skillfully it was clear he knew his way around a woman. Squeezing her thighs together, she hoped the pressure between her legs would slow the throbbing beat of her sex.
No such luck.
“Stacey, please.” He dropped his hands to her hips, leaving her breasts exposed to the chilled air. He yanked the towel still twisted tightly around her waist, and tossed it to the floor. “I want this. I want you more than I want anything.”
He skimmed around her abdomen, over her lower belly, and stopped between her legs.Oh God. She trembled when his fingers grazed her core, and her ears buzzed, drowning out her heavy breathing.
“Fuck,” he growled. The sound was so primitive, like he was an animal and needed her to survive. Another wave of arousal rushed through her. “You’re so wet.” He worked his fingers over her bikini bottoms and sparks flashed behind her eyelids. His touch was exquisite, gentle but purposed to make her come. And he would. A sob burst from her lips at the friction of the fabric and his finger against her most sensitive area.
Over the last several months, she’d been broken. Randy had been cheating for months, if not longer, before she’d discovered his affair. She’d never forget finding the condom in his gray suit pants. She was cleaning out the pockets before dropping some items off at the drycleaners. She and Randy hadn’t used condoms since before they were married. He’d insisted she get on the pill and she did, so she knew immediately the condom wasn’t for them.
