What She Needs (Cape May 3)

Chapter Five

Entering the dark bedroom, Con quickly shed his boxers as Tory headed straight for their king-sized bed. She sat on the side he normally slept on, then lowered her head, as if finding the black and white area rug somehow mesmerizing. With a single finger he turned on the touch lamp on the end table. Tory lifted her head; their gazes caught, held. Damn, she was sexy. Light blue eyes that sucked a man in and kept him there for eternity. Skin the gentlest shade of honey from the kiss of the sun. Hair that looked like spun silk fell over her shoulders. “Undress for me,” he murmured, unable to keep the command out of his voice.

Tory didn’t speak as she pulled her red T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Next went the simple white cotton bra she wore. When she stood and slipped o

ut of her jeans and panties, Con was hard as a damn rock. Hell, he was more than ready to toss her on the bed and fuck her until neither of them could stand.

“Better?” she asked in a soft voice that nearly had him tongue-tied.

“Much,” he managed before taking his time to look at the woman who just happened to hold the key to his heart. The first thing he noticed was the fading tan lines around her hipbones from the black bikini he’d seen her wear during the summer months. He reached out and stroked one slim line on her shoulder. “You know, back when we were BFFs it used to drive me crazy whenever you wore that little bikini you’re so fond of.”

She laughed. “BFFs?”

Con found himself grinning. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Sorry,” she said, looking anything but.

“I used to watch you sunbathing. My fingers would damn near itch to take hold of the ties on your swimsuit and give a good tug. I wanted to see that damn thing fall to the ground, baby.”

Her expression turned serious. “You were very good at hiding your…feelings. I had no idea you used to look at me that way.”

“Keeping my hands off you was no picnic. For Dev, either.”

“Those days are over, though. You don’t have to keep anything to yourself, not anymore.”

“Thank God for that.” Con let his gaze drift downward to the slight swell of her breasts. They were the color of ivory, centered by delicate pink nipples. Con desperately wanted to bury his face there. To suck and lick and bite until his damn lips went numb.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped one arm around her slim waist. Holding her still, Con dipped his head and licked one tempting tip. Sweet and delicate, that was his Tory. He lifted an inch and growled, “This moment will be imprinted on my brain for all time, baby.”

“Oh, Con,” she moaned, before digging both of her small hands into his hair. She tugged him closer, needing him as badly as he needed her.

“I’ll never forget,” Con said, his voice barely above a whisper as he took in the sight of her so eager and needy.

“F-forget what?”

“The night I made love to my pretty blonde-haired angel.”

Tory moaned his name, spurring him on. He went back to suckling her hardened nipple, leisurely flicking his tongue back and forth. Tory arched upward, thrusting her flesh into his hungry mouth. He gently bit down. Tory jolted and he was forced to wrap both arms around her to keep from being knocked backward. Con paid her other soft tit the same amount of attention, taking his time, savoring the addicting flavor that only she seemed to possess.

Reluctantly, he lifted his head. Tory whimpered. He released her and stood. With as much gentleness as he was capable of in that moment, Con lowered Tory’s slim body until she was sprawled atop the comforter. Her eyelashes fluttered and, with her eyes barely open, Con saw her watching his every move. Tory’s mouth curved and damned if he wasn’t spellbound by the sight of her, so confident and willing. His cock swelled another inch when he saw her nipples glistening from his ministrations.

“You’re hot and ready for me right now, aren’t you?”

She nodded, as if too overwhelmed to speak. He definitely understood that feeling all too fucking well. Con stayed still beside the bed. “Then open those sweet thighs for me. Invite me in, little girl.” To his delight, Tory hesitated only for a split second before moving her legs. She spread herself wide. Con saw the satiny softness of her sex. Ah, paradise.

“Tory,” he growled. Damn if the woman didn’t turn him inside out. She made him feel things, even though she was simply lying there, staring up at him with a trusting smile that curved her pouty lips.

Con got onto the bed, between the pretty thighs of the woman he loved, and looked his fill. She had a neatly trimmed bikini line. Her clitoris and plump nether lips were totally exposed. He licked his lips and pressed his palm against her sex. “I need this. Your taste always drives me crazy, Tory.” He removed his hand and lowered his head, then proceeded to lick her from her swollen clit to her dewy lips. When he dipped between, her legs started to close, as if she were embarrassed. “Don’t hide from me, baby.”

“This feels so different.”

He stilled. “You mean because it’s just me and you?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Bad different or good different?” He sure as hell hoped it was the latter.

“Good different. Very good.”