Chapter 6
Once they’d crossed the threshold of his bedroom and his king-sized bed materialized in front of her, the reality of what she was doing took hold. She was on the verge of going to bed with a client, which went against the very values that she prided herself on, not to mention that she barely knew him.
Mitch sensed her stiffen. He stood in front of her and his arms enveloped her. “I want you, Cara,” he rasped deep in her ear. “But only if you want me.”
Her heart thudded. She did want him. There was no denying that. She glanced up at him and whatever lingering doubts she may have harbored in her soul evaporated under the blaze of his eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
That was all he needed to hear. He gently pulled on the tie of her dress and it fell open, revealing her lush curves barely covered by a midnight blue demi-bra and matching thong.
Mitch groaned with pleasure. “You’re beautiful.” He lowered his head to kiss her before trailing his lips along her neck and down toward the rise of her aching breasts. His tongue carved a hot path along her exposed flesh that seemed to sizzle under the onslaught of his mouth. He tugged her dress from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. He pulled her hard up against him, cupping her rear in his palms to give her the full measure of his need for her.
He backed up toward his bed, pulling her with him. He tossed the comforter to the side and eased her onto the bed. He stood above her and began to undress. When he finally stood naked in front of her, she stopped breathing. His body was a work of art from the sculpted shoulders, rock-hard abs, thick, muscled thighs, and powerful legs. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from what awaited her. His cock was long, thick, and insanely hard. She couldn’t imagine taking him inside her body. But she wanted to; she needed to.
Cara reached out and touched him. His breath hitched. Her fingers encircled him and he felt like silk over granite even as it pulsed with life beneath her touch. She reveled in watching the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the clenching of his jaw as she stroked him.
Mitch felt his knees weaken, but the pleasure was so intense that he didn’t want her stop. But she had to or he’d never last. He gripped her wrist. Her eyes flashed up to his. Her lips parted. The strength of his hold forced her back onto the bed and before she could react he was above her and between her legs.
He tugged on the straps of her bra and brought them down over her shoulders, which only pushed the mounds of her breasts up higher. He feasted on them as a man starved for sweet fruit and her body shuddered in response.
She moaned and he suckled her even more while his hands skimmed down her body. His long fingers sought and found her wet slit and he slid a finger inside of her.
Cara’s body arched to his touch, bent to his will, turned itself over to him—totally. And he took what he desired, slow and steady, burning her flesh with his mouth until he reached her center. The thin strings of her thong were no match for him as he drank the nectar of her.
Her thighs trembled and she gripped the sheets in her fist, but that didn’t stop her cries from ripping through the torrid air.
Mitch held her firmly in his hands and he tasted and tasted and teased and licked her into utter submission.
“Ohhhh. Ahhhhh.” The cords in her neck tightened as jolts of pleasure streamed through her from the soles of her feet, up the backs of her legs, to explode in a blinding light of unspeakable release. Tears sprung from her eyes from the sublime ecstasy of her climax.
The world spun. Nothing was in focus. Aftershocks rippled through her. She had a sense of Mitch reaching around her to his side table. She heard the sound of something tearing and then she felt him.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, and where she was once empty she was filled with him; every inch of him forcing all the air from her lungs.
Incomprehensible words he whispered as he moved in and out of her, building a steady rhythm, which she began to match. And they danced, they mated in a ritual older than time, but they made it new; they made it their own.
She draped her legs along his back, bringing him deeper inside her walls. His groans escalated, grew in timbre and intensity along with the power of his strokes. She felt her own quickening and feared that she would break into a million pieces if she came again with him buried so deep and so thick inside of her.
His strokes grew faster, harder. He gripped her hair and slashed his mouth across hers. She bucked hard, locked her legs around him, and he exploded. His deep, guttural cry set her off and an orgasm flashed through her that stiffened her limbs as if she’d been electrified and her walls sucked and sucked until he was drained.
Cara lay curled on her side. Mitch spooned against her with his arm draped across her waist. She listened to his steady breathing. They hadn’t shared a word . . . after . . . She squeezed her eyes shut. Never in her life had she done something so crazy. How was she going to face him, work with him? What in the world must he be thinking about her? She pushed her fist to her mouth to keep from crying.
“You are amazing.”
The soft, whispered words jolted her. Her throat clenched.
“I’m glad you stayed.”
“I . . . should probably go.”
He shifted in bed and propped up on his elbow. “Why?”
“I have a busy day tomorrow.”
“Oh. All right.” He pushed up from the bed and got up. He found his discarded pants and put them on.
Her stomach tightened. She’d hoped deep in her soul that he wouldn’t so readily agree. Clearly what he’d just said to her was merely something to say but had no real meaning. She kept her back to him while she located her clothes and got dressed.
The time it took her to dress and make her way downstairs was the longest, most uncomfortable minutes of her life.
Mitch retrieved her coat from the closet while she put on her still-damp shoes.
“Thank you,” she murmured, unable to look at him. She slipped into her coat.
“So . . . I guess you’ll get back to me when you post the sale.”
She swallowed. “Sure.”
“Good.” He opened the door and took his jacket from the hook. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
“It’s not necessary. I’ll be fine.” She opened the door and was hit with a blast of icy air and snow.
“I may not be a lot of things, but I am a gentleman. You want to leave, then I’m walking you to your car.”
She turned up the collar of her coat and stepped outside. Mitch was right behind her. He took her arm as she teetered through the snow that was up nearly up to her ankles in some spots. He pulled her protectively closer to him and she wanted to turn back the clock and do it over. Stay. But it was too late for that.
Cara’s hair was covered with snow, her feet were soaked, and when she reached her car the warmth that the closeness of his body provided was gone. She dug in her purse for her keys. Mitch took them from her hand and opened the door. She slid in and shivers overtook her body. She clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering.
“Thank you.”
“Not a problem.”
She dared to look up at him and her world shifted again. He stared back at her with the same kind of longing that hung in her heart. But she was sure that it was only the play of shadows across his face.
“Drive safely.” He shut her door, cutting them off. He stepped back from the car and jogged back to his house.
Cara lowered her head and rested it on the steering wheel. What an utter fool she’d made of herself. She put the car in gear and slowly pulled off, determined to put this night behind her.