CARA
Toby doesn’t say anything on the short drive to the Park Hyatt, just holds me close. Every muscle in his body is engaged, flexed, and ready for action.
Blush-inducing action that I can’t wait for.
I consider telling him we could go to my place, but then I remember my blanket-tossing fit that happened while looking for my phone. My bedroom looks like a bomb went off.
We can wait until tomorrow for Toby to discover his fake wife is a lousy housekeeper.
He holds my hand as we cross the lobby. When we get in the elevator, he presses me against the paneled wall and kisses me senseless. And then when we’re finally high above the city, he carries me, both of us laughing, over the threshold of the Algonquin Suite.
“Wow, this place is pretty,” I say breathlessly as he sets me down in the bedroom.
Bedroom. Ha. I think the private part of the suite is bigger than my entire apartment. I walk through a sitting area, decorated with incredible art. Off to the side I spy a massive bathroom, and then I stop. In front of me is an imposing four-poster king-sized bed.
“Pretty doesn’t really do it justice,” I add weakly. I should think of a better adjective to describe the suit, but all I can see is the bed, and all I can feel is my heart hammering in my chest.
“That’s how I feel about you,” Toby says, stopping behind me. His hands land on my hips, then squeeze up my waist. He drops a kiss on my shoulder. “Can I unzip you now?”
I twist, and wrap my arms around his neck. “Eager, Mr. Hunt?”
“Very, Mrs. Hunt.” The heat in his eyes underscores how serious he means that name.
“That’s not official,” I whisper.
“It is in all the ways that matter to me,” he murmurs back, lowering his mouth to cover mine.
“Should we talk?” I gasp the question as he kisses down my neck. “You know, before we do something foolish like fall in love in a doomed, Romeo and Juliet kind of way?”
“I’m not taking poison with you, Cara. And I’ve already fallen pretty hard.”
“Right.”
He licks a delicate line along my collarbone, then drifts lower again, kissing across the top of my breasts, making me moan for more. “Unzipping would allow me to keep going in this fashion.”
“But—”
He growls and picks me up, swinging me into his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. He cups my cheek in his hand and gives me a stern look. “I love you. I haven’t missed that you haven’t said it back, so either you’re scared or not there yet. I’m fine with either. I’m there. Here. All the way in, however you need me. You want to go to Australia to do a PhD? I’ll visit as often as I can and we’ll become masters at cyber-sex. You want to come back to Stanford? I’d support that a thousand percent. You want to live in New York? We can make that work, too. I love you, Cara. I’ll give you the moon. But right now, I want to be inside you. I want to show you how good this can be, too. I want to make love to you.”
“I haven’t said it because every time you say the l-word, my brain goes a bit fuzzy and my heart threatens to explode,” I whisper, pushing right up against him. “I didn’t even know this was possible until like two hours ago.”
“Right.” His eyes go glossy as I lean in, and he gives me a sloppy grin. “Like a good fuzzy?”
“The best kind. The full-of-joy kind.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “I love you too. I. Love. You. And I have no doubt this will be good.”
He takes another kiss, this one plundering and deep, and when his hands slide back up my spine, I don’t stop him from unzipping me.
He spreads his legs wider beneath me as my dress puddles around my waist. His hands slide around my torso to cup my small breasts, leaving a restless trail of need on my skin. I lean into his touch, aching for more already.
“Let me see you,” he says, his voice coarse.
I shiver as I lean back, but the loss of his touch is more than made up for by the heat in his eyes.
Slowly, he eases us back together, his mouth falling on my collarbone this time. He lifts me by the waist, pivoting us both until I’m lying on my back. He carefully slides my dress down my legs, then he’s on top of me, his tongue tracing first one nipple, then the other.
My skin sizzles where he licks, and aches everywhere else. And not even for a second do I worry about the fact he’s stripped me down to my panties and he’s still fully dressed.
I had no idea it could be this good, or this easy.
I kick off my heels so I can wind my legs around him and hold him against me. He pulls hard, sucking more of my flesh into his mouth, and when I arch into it because oh yes that feels amazing, he groans.
A deep, guttural, hungry sound that does strange and wonderful things to my heart.
He pulls off with a wet pop and lifts his head. “When you said you’re inexperienced…”
I reach down and touch his mouth, distracted by how shiny it is and how good it felt on my breasts. “Mm-hmm?”
“How gentle do I need to be?”
I try to smile, but it’s hard because of the blast of desire that zooms through me at the question. Slowly, I shake my head. “No need to be gentle. I’ve done this a couple of times, it’s just never been this good. So…not this. But sex, I’ve—”
He presses his face against my belly, cutting me off. I stroke my fingers through his hair, the strands silky and just long enough to hold on to.
Toby is kissing his way down my almost naked body.
Toby. Me. Naked.
In all the ways that matter, this is my first time. I don’t want him holding back.
“Toby…” I roll beneath him. “Show me everything.”
His fingers press into my hips, hard. He tugs my panties down, then his mouth covers my sex. I cry out at the first wet, hot swipe of his tongue. It’s incredible, and I’m shameless as I writhe against him.
“Ah, Cara,” he growls before licking deeper, right to my entrance. I’m slippery there, and he deftly pulls that slickness to my clit.
Your clit’s getting hard, isn’t it? Hard and needy. I want that on my tongue. I want to feel you throb for me.
I thought that had been dirty talk, not a promise he’d make good on at the first possible second. And yet here we are, my clit throbbing and hard, just for him.
“Touch yourself,” he says as he presses his face into my inner thigh. He drags in a growly breath, then pushes off the bed. He looms above me, big and broad, and he ruthlessly strips off his clothes. “Cara. Touch. Your. Self.”
I rub my hand against my lower belly, then my inner thighs. I spread my legs for him, and only when he growls at me again, do I slide my fingertips over my folds.
I gasp at how wet I am, dripping and ready.
Toby pulls a condom from a drawer before joining me again on the bed. “Make that sound again,” he whispers, kissing me on the neck, right behind my ear. “That little surprised sound.”
“It’s all a wonderful surprise,” I murmur back. “And shouldn’t you be naked?”
His erection strains against my hip through the stretchy cotton of his boxer briefs. “I don’t want to rush.”
“Toby.” I laugh weakly. “Please rush. Please make me come in a screaming fit ten seconds from now. I have complete faith we’ll be able to do it again and again, all afternoon long.”
“And evening.”
“The weekend, too.” I reach for his waistband and push it low on his hips, running my fingers over the darker hair at the bottom of his very happy trail. “Can I?”
He rolls onto his back and throws one arm over his eyes, then drags it away. “Yes. Please. No. Wait—”
“Too late.” I crawl on top of him and kiss his handsome face. “Two can play at this game, Mr. Hunt.”
“Take off my shorts now—”
I kiss him again to shut him up, then cover his mouth with my fingers as I try to kiss my way down his body.
I don’t get very far before he’s flipped me again.
My breath catches in my throat as the heat ramps up between us. Together we get him all the way naked, then he rolls a condom over his impressively thick erection. I’m staring and I can’t help it. He’s huge and it’s been three years since the last time I did this—and that fumbling attempt had been with a much smaller penis.
Tell him to be gentle, my inner scaredy-cat urges.
But the rest of me, over-heated and achy, is more than willing to take every last inch. My hips lift toward him of their own accord, and he fits us together, the heavy crown of his cock dragging over my clit and through my folds a few times before he gives in to my whimpers and notches his erection against my entrance.
His first pulse stretches me open, and his second push brings with it a welcome pressure that has me babbling a stream of begging gibberish.
Yes, yes, fill me, more, oh there, ah…
Each press of his hips is sure. Not gentle, but not rough, either. I rock up, ready for more, and he holds me down. “Steady,” he growls.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper, and he groans a strained laugh.
“You’re so damn tight, Cara. I’m not holding back, I’m trying not to lose my mind.”
“Lose it.” I arch up against him as he fills me again, deeper still. “I’m so close.”
I hadn’t known I was empty until he was inside me, and now I want that thing that comes next, that I can see in the near distance. Shimmery and fantastic. I want that while he’s inside me.
He shifts over me, his arms bulging and his shoulders flexing as he braces one hand beside my head and uses the other to lift my hips.
Oh. There. “Toby…”
“Yeah. So close, too. I’m going to fill you up, Cara. Make you mine.”
“Please, please, please.” I bite my lip and close my eyes as the pleasure swirls tighter, faster inside me. His breath brushes against my mouth and I part for him. He soothes the bite mark on my lower lip, then slides his tongue into my mouth.
Sweat slicks between our bodies as he surges into me, pinning me against the bed. He kisses and fucks me with growing abandon. Each thrust is harder than the last, each kiss sloppier. I wrap my arms around his neck and weave my fingers into his hair, clinging to him as his cock wakes up every nerve ending deep inside my body.
When my orgasm comes, it’s tight and hot, an implosion first, followed by an explosion of sensation. There’s a moment of deafening silence as I tumble into it, then as it goes boom, everything is in hyper relief. The look on Toby’s face, the sounds he’s making, the rub of our bodies together and the heavy throb of him coming deep inside me.
He holds me tight as he twitches, then kisses me quickly before pulling away to get rid of the condom.
“Who knew sex was actually as amazing as people say?” I flop backward, breathless as I laugh in wonder. He joins me again on the bed and I lace my fingers through his. “Like really, that exceeded all the hype.”
“It’s not normally that good,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically full of gravel. “Give yourself a lot of credit for how off-the-charts hot that was.”
“Okay.” I grin at him. “But really…I had no idea.” I run my fingers along his square jaw and up onto his beautiful mouth. I flick my gaze up to his eyes, which are locked on my face. “I’m never going to let you put clothes on.”
“You’re ready do it again, aren’t you?” The fondness in his gaze is sweeter than any dessert in the world. Which reminds me…
“We should call for room service because you’re going to need fuel in a major way.”
“Sure.” He tugs me close. “And then we should probably call your family.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Today.”
“Fine. But later.” I kiss him softly, then mouth my way down his jaw, his neck, and onto his chest. “I really liked your mouth on me. Now I want to repay the pleasure.”
His eyes hood and he strokes his hand over my hair. “Yeah?”
I nod. “What wedding night—or afternoon—would be complete without an innocent, show-me-how-to-do-this-right blow job from your favorite troublemaker?”
His answering groan is everything I didn’t know I was missing, and all I need.