Mimicking his actions, Addy loosened his jeans and slipped her hand inside, positioning it over his manhood, touching him through the thin barrier of his briefs. He pulsated with life. "I never knew I could feel like this. That I could want someone so desperately."
"Do you want me desperately, Addy?" His deep voice was as dark and mysterious as the man himself.
"You know I do." She closed her fingers around him.
"Then prove it." Issuing the command, he prayed she would have the courage to obey.
"Ia"" She started to say that she didn"t know how. But she did. Releasing him and stepping away, yet still facing him, she moved backward, her feet edging slowly toward the open door of the bedroom. She stopped in the doorway.
Nick watched her intently, the shadowy darkness from behind her occasionally lit by lightning and silhouetting her tall, slender body. Gripping the elastic of her yellow lace bikini panties, she slid them down her legs, then kicked them aside. She stood before him, beautifully, irresistibly naked. Her willowy body called to him, the fiery curls hiding her femininity, tempting his touch. The look in her eyes promised him unbearable pleasure, and he knew that Addy would never lie to him.
Removing his jeans and briefs, Nick followed her, his gait a slow, heavy limp. Addy walked toward the mullioned door that led to the porch, opening it to stare through the screen door out into the raging night sky.
Nick came up behind her, putting his arms around her and pulling her naked back and b.u.t.tocks up against his chest and manhood. His big hands splayed across her belly, his fingers inching downward, downward, until they discovered the treasure hidden beneath her curls. His fingers petted her sensitive nub; her thighs opened and she moaned.
"You"re wet and hot. You must want me. Do you, Addy? Do you want me?" His fingers played her, strumming her like an untried instrument on which he could make sweet music.
"Yes," she groaned. "Yes, yes."
He bit her neck, then soothed her flesh with his tongue. "Tell me how much you want me." While the fingers of one hand stayed busy at their task below her waist, he raised his other hand to cup her breast, his thumb flicking back and forth over her distended nipple.
Her knees weakened. She leaned back, resting her slowly dissolving body into his rock-hard frame. He throbbed against her. With a strength born of her pa.s.sion, she pulled out of his embrace, turning slowly to face him. Her hand hovered over his manhood. She looked up into his desire-hot black eyes, knowing that he was hers, that she possessed as much power over him as he did her. The thought exhilarated her, filling her with the glory of her womanhood. Primeval, pagan urges flowed through her. She embodied the strength and power of femininity. Creation and life were hers.
Slowly, sensuously, Addy eased her hot, sweating body away from Nick. Opening the screen door, she walked onto the porch. A fierce, humid wind whipped her hair loose, flipping it around her naked shoulders like flames from a flickering torch. Nick stood in the doorway and watched her, totally mesmerized by her wild abandon.
She beckoned him to come to her. He obeyed. Bright lightning flashed. Sweat dripped from his big body like moisture from an icy gla.s.s on a hot summer day. His bare, bronze chest glistened, his small male nipples pebble-hard. Addy watched a trickle of perspiration clinging to his left nipple. She longed to put her lips on him, to curl her tongue around him and lick away that tiny wet droplet.
The moment he was within arm"s length, she lowered her head, moving toward his chest. Her tongue flicked out, capturing the drop of sweat from his nipple. Nick moaned, then grabbed her, his mouth covering hers, his tongue thrusting into her in a parody of a more intimate act. She returned the kiss with all the pa.s.sion, all the untamed longing she felt. Mouths captured, tongues ravaged, teeth t.i.tillated.
Nick dropped to his knees, burying his face in the delta between her thighs. He barely felt the warm, hard surface of the wooden porch beneath him. He was surrounded by the smell and taste of his matea"his woman. Running his hands from her hips to her thighs, he spread her legs apart. She swayed. Adjusting his head at an angle, he delved his tongue, seeking out her sweet nectar. He gripped her b.u.t.tocks to steady her as her legs began to buckle. When she braced herself on his shoulders, he moved his hands around and up to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, taking their soft, smooth weight. The constant pressure on her femininity and her nipples quickly drove Addy over the brink into a shivering, groaning climax. Nick soothed her as he brought her down to her knees in front of him.
She fell into his arms. The hot, damp air did little to cool their heated bodies. Their hands became wet as they touched each other, exploring one another"s bodies as if they were new and uncharted territory. Tender kisses turned wild. Lips sought out every inch of slick, fiery flesh.
"I want it all, Nick," she moaned into his mouth. "I need you inside me."
Knowing he could never make it to the bedroom, let alone to the bed, Nick lay back on the porch floor, pulling Addy on top of him. Bracing her hands above his shoulders, she rubbed her body against his. He grabbed her hips, stopping her.
"Open up for me, Addy."
She spread her legs, pressing against his arousal.
"Now take me, Red. Take me!"
She raised her body, positioning herself. Nick grabbed her by the waist, then waited for her agreement.
"Nick?"
"Together, Red. Let"s do it together."
And they did. In one swift, synchronized move they became one. Addy flung her head back, her long red hair cascading down her back, feathering across Nick"s legs. He thrust up and into her again and again with a savage urgency that almost sent him tumbling over the edge. He slowed the pace, then stopped, allowing her to take over while he reached for her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
The sensations were so intense that Addy couldn"t stop herself from increasing the pace, riding him harder and harder until fulfillment burst inside her like a giant balloon of red-hot pleasure. She screamed out, her throaty voice echoing in the darkness, rivaling the resounding booms of thunder. Spasms of ecstasy shook her body; then she collapsed on top of Nick.
He gave her the time she needed to recover from the series of aftershocks that rocked her. She covered his face with kisses. He ached with his need, nearing the breaking point. With three hard, animalistic surges he found his own satisfaction. He spilled his seed into her with powerful, jetting release.
Addy clung to him, crying for joy at the sounds of his loud groans. She was Nick"s woman; he was her man. Tonight they had come together, mating like beasts, unable to control their baser instincts. It had been savagely glorious and gloriously spiritual. Despite the very carnality of their lovemaking, their union had created an eternal bond. Addy knew, as surely as she knew her name, that she would never let Nick Romero go.
Easing Addy to his side, Nick raised up, gazing into the black sky, listening to the sounds of impending rain. "We"d better get inside, Red, before the bottom falls out."
They helped each other to their feet. Nick regretted that he couldn"t carry Addy inside. With his bad leg and in his weakened condition, he might drop her.
Sensing his feelings of regret over not being able to carry her to their bed, Addy dashed toward the door. "Catch me!" she teased.
He laughed, realizing that she"d known how much he wanted to lift her into his arms and carry her. He followed her inside. She was bent over, pulling the quilt and top sheet down the antique iron bed that had been painted a dark moss green. Coming up behind her, he rubbed against her, then gave her a playful shove. She tumbled onto the bed and turned over quickly, spreading open her arms. "How long will it be before we can do it again?"
Lowering one knee on the bed, he leaned over her. She stared into his eyes. "I don"t think it"ll be too long. You wore me out, Red, but parts of my body are still raring to go."
She glanced down at that part of his body and smiled. "Someone told me that men past forty couldn"t do it two times in a row."
He came down on top of her, sliding into her wet, tight sheath. "Someone told you wrong."
Chapter 11.
Addy awoke to the sound of drizzling rain. Opening her eyes, she looked across the room to the unclosed door leading to the porch. Pellets of moisture had sprayed through the screen, dotting the wooden floor with raindrops. Reaching out for Nick, she found an empty s.p.a.ce on the other side of the bed. She rolled over onto Nick"s pillow, burying her face in the softness as she breathed in his unique scent that clung to the hand-embroidered case. She cherished every element that made Nick Romero who and what he was, even the lingering smell of his manliness mixed with her feminine fragrance.
Last night had beena"magic! There was no other word to describe what had happened or how it had made her feel. Despite the fact that Nick hadn"t proclaimed his love for her, not even in the throes of pa.s.sion, Addy knew in her heart that he loved her. He might not be able to admit it to himself quite yet, but sooner or later he would face the truth. They were meant for each other, destined to be lovers. He was her champion, her paladin, the man she had waited a lifetime to love. And she was his woman, the only woman for him.
Addy wondered where he was. When she got out of bed, she remembered that she was stark naked. Smiling, she thought about her clothes and Nick"s strewn about in the living room. Glancing across the bedroom to where Nick had placed her suitcase on the small French sofa, Addy debated whether to wrap herself in the lightweight quilt on the bed or to seek out her satin robe. She decided on the robe, quickly making her way across the room to her suitcase. Slipping into the floor-length, sea-foam green robe, Addy began searching for Nick. After a thorough check of the four rooms and bath, she returned to the bedroom and opened the door to the porch. Stepping outside, she felt the cool, misty spray of summer rain.
Nick stood at the edge of the porch, wearing only his jeans, unb.u.t.toned and riding low on his lean hips. His body was coated with a fine sheen of moisture, his thick black hair curling around his neck and ears. He held a large ceramic mug in his right hand as he leaned against the banister railing with the other. He seemed totally absorbed in watching the rain.
When Addy approached him, he turned. The smile that lit his face quickened Addy"s pulse. His eyes glistened with the look of beckoning temptation.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said. "You"ve slept half the day away."
She stood several feet from him, simply staring at him, thoroughly enjoying the sight of his big, bronze bodya"remembering every word, every touch, every sensation the two of them had shared. "I feel beautiful. You"ve made me beautiful."
"You were always beautiful, Addy." He put the mug to his lips, downing a swig of black coffee.
"Have I really slept half the day away? What time is it?"
"Almost eleven." He grinned, then nodded to his cup. "I"ve made coffee. Want some?"
"How did you make coffee? I didn"t see anything in the kitchen except an old wood stove."
"Former SEALs and DEA agents are very capable. We"re used to surviving under primitive conditions."
"You built a fire in the stove?"
Setting his mug on top of the banister, Nick walked toward her, limping heavily. Every nerve in her body alerted itself to his approach, sending tingles of excitement racing through her.
"I"m good at building fires." Leaning down, he took her lips in a good-morning kiss as pa.s.sionately sweet and moist as the rainy Georgia day.
He threaded his fingers through the long, silky mane of her hair, cradling her head in his hand, drawing her closer and closer, deeper into his kiss. She skimmed the side of his face, letting her fingers caress his jaw. Gradually, he slowed the kiss, then rested his forehead against hers.
She traced his ear with her fingertips, circling the diamond stud sparkling in his lobe. "When did you get your ear pierced?"
He hit her playfully on the neck as he wrapped her in his arms. "While I was in the hospital. After I nearly lost my leg."
"What made you want to have your ear pierced?" She tongued his ear, then nuzzled the side of his neck.
"My hair got long and my beard and mustache grew, so I looked pretty scruffy there for a while. One of my nurses said I looked like a pirate, that all I needed was a gold hoop in my ear."
"You"re very susceptible to suggestion, aren"t you?" She gasped softly when Nick loosened the tie belt on her robe and slipped his hands inside, cupping her behind.
"Very. How about you, Red? Are you open to a suggestion?"
When he pulled her against his arousal, she sighed. "Was she pretty?"
"Was who pretty?"
"The nurse who talked you into having your ear pierced?"
Nick chuckled, sensing Addy"s teasing remark displayed a certain amount of jealousy. "She was very pretty. Bosomy and blonde. And she didn"t just talk me into having my ear pierced, she actually pierced it herself and supplied the gold hoop." He felt Addy stiffen. She tried to pull back, but he held her tightly. "You asked, Addy, and I told you the truth. I"ll never lie to you."
"Whata"what happened to the gold hoop?" Addy hated the blond nurse and every other blonde who"d ever been a part of Nick"s life.
He kissed Addy on the nose. "I gave the hoop back to her when I left the hospital."
"You"ve known a lot of women, haven"t you Nick?" Addy felt a growing sense of uncertainty, wondering if she was a fool to believe that Nick loved her.
"I"ve never known anyone like you, Adeline McConnell."
"Is that good or bad?"
"Ah, Red, that"s gooda"very, very good." He captured her reply, silencing her as he made love to her mouth with a thoroughness that left her breathless.
Through a hazy fog of pa.s.sion, Addy realized that Nick was an expert at changing the subject to suit himself. She pulled out of his arms so quickly that his grab for her missed the mark, allowing her to escape into the bedroom.
Nick watched her disappear into the house, knowing that she was feeling a little insecure. She was new to this business of being a man"s lover, new to the joys of s.e.xual pleasure. Addy was the type who"d fancy herself in love, and a woman in love could be less than accepting of a man"s past relationships.
He"d give her some time alone, but not too much time. If she started thinking too much, she"d start doubting herself again, and she"d doubt him, too. Finding his cane and their hastily shed clothing on the living-room floor, Nick retrieved his cane and gathered the a.s.sorted items. His shirt and briefs. Her blouse and slacks, bra and panties.
A few minutes later, he found her seated at the small kitchen table, a mug of steaming black coffee in front of her. When he entered the room, she glanced up at him.
"I suppose we should try to fix some breakfast." She glanced at the wood stove, which had already heated the room to a toasty warmth.
Leaning on his cane, he stood beside her. "How about a bear claw? There"s a fresh pack in the cupboard."
"Fine. They"ll taste great with coffee."
Nick pulled the package of danishes from the second shelf, ripping open the plastic and pulling out two of the sticky buns ladened with almond slices. They ate and drank in silence, each sneaking glances at the other.
"What would you like to do today?" he asked.
"What is there to do?"
"Oh, I don"t know. A swim in the creek. A hike in the woods."
Addy nodded toward the window. "Have you forgotten that it"s raining?"
"I guess we"ll have to find something to do inside."
"I suppose so."
Nick pointed his cane at Addy. She stared down at the gold-tipped walking stick. He tapped her on the chest, between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She swallowed, her heartbeat accelerating rapidly. He ran the tip of the cane down her body, sliding it under her belt, loosening it until the front of her satin robe fell open.
Addy sucked in her breath. The gold tip felt damp and cool against her warm body. Moving the shiny lacquer rod slowly downward, across her stomach, hesitating momentarily at her navel, he positioned it between her thighs, rubbing it against her fiery curls.
"Nicka" Her voice vibrated with the urgency of her emotions.
"This cane was a gift from my friend, Nate Hodges." Nick continued stimulating her with the walking stick. "We were in the SEALs together for ten years."
Addy squirmed in the wooden chair, wanting to run from Nick, from the tormenting rod he"d positioned between her thighs, but she felt trapped by her own sensuality, her own wild desire. "Nick a pleasea""
"What is it, Red? What do you want?"
Moaning when he increased the tempo with which he was rotating the cane, Addy reached out, grabbing the stick, clutching it in her fist. "I want to take this cane and knock you senseless! Youa"you know what you"re doing to me. You"re doing it on purpose."
Jerking the cane away and out of her grasp, Nick smiled, then stood. He held out his hand. "Come on, Red. Let"s go back to bed. You can knock me senseless without ever touching this walking stick."
"You"re so d.a.m.ned sure of yourself, aren"t you?" Addy glared at him, knowing that she wanted a repeat performance of last night as much as he did.
"I"m sure you want exactly what I want." He took her hand, tugging until she stood.
"And what do you want?" She refused to budge when he tried to pull her toward him.
"I want to take you back to bed, drag you beneath me and bury myself deep inside of you. I want toa"" With one powerful jerk, he brought her into his arms and whispered into her ear, using hot, raw words to describe his needs, telling her in the most basic words a man can use precisely what he wanted.
Addy clung to him, her lips accepting his marauding mouth. Slowly, steadily, they made their way to the bedroom. By the time they reached the bed, both were flaming fierce and bright, both more than ready to burn themselves out quickly.
He lowered her to the bed, taking her with a swift, savage lunge that made her cry out from the intensity. Clutching his b.u.t.tocks, matching him thrusting move for thrusting move, Addy gave herself to Nick, taking from him everything he had to give. The moment ended almost before it began, each hurled into the spiraling whirlwind of fulfillment. Breathless, sweaty and totally spent, they lay side by side in each other"s arms, uncaring of the time, the weather or their whereabouts.