Celestial Desire(5)By: Abbie Zanders
He grinned wickedly, using his finger to trace around the outside of her sex, wondering at the amount of slick wetness she’d already spilled for him. “It will.”
“I’m very resourceful.” He positioned himself over her, her stiff nipples and heavy breasts pressed against his chest. His hips fitted into the perfect cradle she created for him by widening her thighs and bending her knees; his thick, weeping head took the place of his finger, pressing teasingly at the tight opening. Even that little bit of pressure was enough to feel her stretching around him, desperate to accommodate him.
“Hmm,” she hummed again. Pressed against her as he was, he realized that when she hummed like that her whole body vibrated. “Honest, prepared, and resourceful. Be still my beating heart.”
She sucked in a breath as he slid the broad head just inside her entrance, stretching her to her limits. “Oh, my….”
As the first light of dawn began to peek through the blinds, Zane opened his eyes to find Celeste staring at him. Again.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he commanded, his voice deep and husky. “I don’t have any more condoms.”
She traced lazy circles on his chest with her fingers, regarding him hopefully from her perch atop his body. Eyes bright, naked and smooth, she was quite a vision, “I thought you were prepared.”
He gave her a martyred look. “Three’s usually enough.”
“What can I say?” she smirked, wiggling her behind and making him groan. “I’m an overachiever.”
He pulled her down to him, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. God help him, he wanted her again. By all reasoning, he shouldn’t even be able to get it up but there he was, already sporting a semi and ready to go into a full-out salute with nothing more than a wiggle of that cute little ass. And he’d made her come no less than seven times over the course of the night. He knew. He was counting. He was a bit of an overachiever, too.
“Can I see you tonight?”
Hope flared in her eyes, then disappointment. “I can’t. I’ve got a thing.”
He was disappointed, too. He shouldn’t be. He’d spent the last several hours tangled in the sheets atop the mattress (she didn’t have an actual bed yet), wringing every last bit of pleasure from her lush little body. But he was. “A thing?”
“Yeah. I’m having dinner with my mom tonight.”
For some reason, those words soothed him. It was strange. After all, he’d known her for what, less than twenty four hours? Why should he care if she was seeing someone else? This was just a hook-up, right?
Ignoring the strange feeling of relief, he folded his arms behind his head, mostly to keep from touching her. Her softness fascinated him; he couldn’t seem to stop running his hands over all those curves and dips, squeezing and kneading, caressing and fondling every inch of her heavenly body. It was so much sexier than the lean, overly-toned bodies he was accustomed to. Far from being fat or even chubby, Celeste was the epitome of femininity. Lush. Soft.
“Tomorrow, then? Coffee?” he added with a wink.
She laughed, and he felt it spread through him like sunshine. “Maybe.”
Maybe wasn’t good enough. Maybe implied it might not happen, and that was unacceptable. Instead of his usual feeling of sated satisfaction, he was craving more. And if she kept wiggling her ass like that, he was going to break every safe-sex rule he had and bang her anyway. Just the thought of entering her bare, of coming inside her, had his balls swelling again.
“What can I do to sway you?” he said, glad that his voice didn’t convey the desperation he felt.
Her eyes twinkled as she sat up and splayed her palms across his chest, appearing to consider it. “Bring more than three.”
Lord, have mercy.
“California agrees with you,” Jessica Harrison commented. Mother and daughter sat at the small table for two in the quiet Italian restaurant, remarkably alike in appearance. Jessica’s blonde hair now had a few silvery strands, and her face, a few more wrinkles, but rather than detract from her beauty, they added to it.
“This food agrees with me,” Celeste said, eyeing up the perfectly prepared chicken medallions the waiter placed before her. The smell of lemon and herbs had her stomach cheering in anticipation. “Lean meats, fresh herbs and vegetables. Makes it easy to forget the carbs.”
▶ Also By Abbie Zanders
- · Celestial Desire
- · House Calls:Callaghan Brothers, Book 3
- · Having Faith(Callaghan Brothers, Book 7)
- · Guardian Angel
- · First and Only:Callaghan Brothers, Book 2
- · Dangerous Secrets:Callaghan Brothers, Book 1
- · Seeking Vengeance:Callaghan Brothers, Book 4
- · Michael:Connelly Cousins, Book 3
- · All Night Woman
- · Forever Mine:Callaghan Brothers, Book 9