Unraveled (Unwrapped and Unraveled 2)

He went to her, laying his palms flat on the bed on either side of her. Without touching her body with his hands, he pressed his lips to one shoulder. She turned her head and watched as he moved his mouth across her collarbone, then down to capture one pink nipple.

She sucked in a loud breath as he caught her nipple between his teeth and wrapped his tongue around it, then pulled it fully into his mouth. He used his hand then, cupping the breast, holding it while he feasted on her flesh until she arched her back and fed him more. He used his other hand to pluck the nipple of her other breast until he moved his mouth to that one.

Greta dropped her head to the mattress, closed her eyes, and allowed him to love her breasts, her nipples, until they were sharp, tight points. Then he kissed her ribcage, her belly, and she opened her eyes again, watching his progress down to her lower belly. He teased her belly button and she laughed, reaching out to tangle her fingers in his hair.

He smelled her. Sweet, potent, like honey that he couldn't resist. He dropped to his knees and spread her legs apart, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and took a long swipe with his tongue.

Greta let out a low moan, and shuddered, then lifted her butt, silently asking for more. He smiled, and leaned forward, covering her sex with his mouth. He took her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue, swirled around the tight bud, then lapped it, all the while watching her reaction, feeling the hot moisture surround his face.

"Mitch. Oh, God, Mitch, that feels so good." She tightened her hold on his hair as he licked the length of her, sliding his tongue inside her to taste her fully, then brought his fingers in to play with her clit while he licked her pussy.

She came in a burst of moans and lifts and hot cream. He held her while she bucked against him and gave him more than he could ever ask for. When she settled, he kissed her inner thighs, licked her clean, then climbed up her body, rolling onto his back on the bed so he could pull her on top of him. This first time, he wanted her to have all the control.

Panting, she bent down and kissed him, licked his lips. She smiled down at him and he loved the contented look on her face.

"Wow."

He pulled her hair away from her face and drew her mouth to his for another kiss. "I need to be inside you. Condoms are on the nightstand."

She reached over, pulled out a packet and handed it to him. He put on the condom and she straddled him, placing her hands on his chest while she settled on his cock.

Seething heat surrounded him as she slid over him, finally seated fully on him. He reached up to slide his palms over the hard peaks of her breasts as Greta began to rock back and forth against him, setting her own rhythm, dragging her clit against his pelvis.

He lifted, driving his cock deeper inside her, holding on to her hips but letting her take charge, not wanting to direct her or in any way make her feel like he was holding her down.

She didn't seem at all tense or nervous, instead focused on the two of them joined together, exactly the way he wanted her to be. She tilted her head back and rode him hard, her pussy squeezing his cock in a tight vise. He bit his lip as he watched this beautiful woman undulate against him. His balls tightened, filled, ready to burst, but he needed to hold back, wanting her to go again.

She dug her nails into his chest, dipped forward, her gaze shooting into his. He felt the spasms inside her and knew she was going to come again.

"That's it, come on," he urged, rocking upward, giving her more as she slid back and forth.

She held on-to his gaze as she let go, her pussy contracting around him in waves. And he let go too, digging his fingers into her hips and watching her beautiful face as he came in hot, hard torrents.

Greta collapsed onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, still shuddering with the aftereffects of what had been one incredible orgasm. He stroked her back, listened to her breathe, and kissed her sweat-dampened face. She finally rolled off and he stepped into the bathroom to clean up, then came back and rolled back onto the bed, pulling her into his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder, her palm against his chest.

He felt...content. Weirdly content. Like, not at all in a hurry to get this woman out of his suite, which was usually the case. He wanted to hold her in his arms all night.

"Thank you, Mitch. That was something I had to face, but I've been afraid to for so long. You made it...incredible."

"It was pretty incredible for me, too." He kissed the top of her head.

"I'm sure you have lots of sex. You don't have to say that."

"I'm not Hugh Hefner, Greta. I don't have a harem of women flocking to see to my every need."

She lifted her head. "You don't? My illusions are shattered."

He laughed and she laid her head down again.

"So now what?" she asked.

"Now we rest for a few minutes, and then we do it again."

"Oh good. I haven't done all night sex in...okay never."

He liked knowing that. He rolled to his side and pulled her to face him. "I'll call room service and order coffee. You're going to be up all night."

Chapter Eight

It was warm this afternoon. Greta was sweaty and the sun beat incessantly down on her body. Being so close to the roof of the motel wasn't helping cool her down any, either. But the job needed to be done, she'd put it off long enough. Decorations had to go up, and that included lights around the motel.

"Festive."

She shot her gaze down at Mitch who looked cool and unruffled in his board shorts and white tank top.

"Ho, ho, ho." She hung another light to the hook.

"Want me to help you?"

"No, thanks. I've got it covered."

"Wouldn't it go faster with some help?"

She blew out a breath and stared down at him. "Shouldn't you be at the Hyatt or Westin or something?"

He grinned. "I like this place."

"No you don't. You just like irritating me."

"Sheesh. Use a guy for sex one night, discard him the next day." He shook his head.

After a horrified glance around to make sure no one was around to hear him, she laughed, then flushed all over, remembering the night before. She'd tucked away her beautiful silver dress, convinced she was never going to wear it again, then put on her drudge clothes. The ball was over for this Cinderella. "I'm hardly the type to use and discard. Especially after only one use."

"So, you're saying you're a recycler."

"Uh huh."

"I'll hold you to that."

Her body flamed, but it wasn't from the hot sun. "You do that. Now go away and let me work."

He disappeared, and she went back to hanging lights, but almost fell off the ladder about ten minutes later when she saw him appear on the roof, walking up from the other side.

"What are you doing up there?"

He leaned over and helped her drag up the lights, deftly grabbing and latching them onto the hooks. "I told you, I'm helping."

"You can't. What if you fall off?"

He cocked his head to the side. "I never fall off."

"My liability insurance won't cover it, Mitch. I'm serious."

"I have plenty of insurance. Quit worrying."

Exasperated, she let him complete the other side while she finished the one she'd started.

"This is a little different than what you normally do, isn't it?" she asked.

He lifted his head. "Huh?"

"Board rooms, million dollar deals, fancy hotels and probably a supermodel on your arm while you're in a tux drinking champagne. Not quite the same thing as hanging off the roof of a beaten down old motel putting up old Christmas lights."

He stared at her until she grew uncomfortable. "Greta. I grew up here, remember? My parents lived in the same two-bedroom house for forty years. The house I painted myself three times. Not a great house, either. I used to climb up on my beat-up roof and hang old Christmas lights every year."

She'd forgotten that young Mitch ever existed. All she s

aw now was the flash, the money. The millionaire. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. But don't ever forget that I know what it's like to be without money. And don't look down on me just because I have it now. Because I busted my ass to get where I am."

She nodded, feeling awful. "Okay."

He slid his thumb across her cheek. "No tears or I'll have to drag you off that ladder and kiss you. Then what would the people on the beach think?"

She laughed and they went back to work. The job was completed in half the time thanks to his assistance. When she climbed down the ladder, he was right there to fold it and put it away in storage.

"Why are you doing this, Mitch?"