Page 16 of Betrayal In Calusa Cove
His kisses grew hungrier, more demanding. That was until he picked her up effortlessly and carried her into the bedroom, their bodies never parting until he set her down on the bedspread. Standing at the foot of the bed, he stared at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Slowly, she reached for his jeans' button, fumbling like she’d never undone one.
He batted her hand away, released the button, and unzipped his pants.
“I can handle it from here,” she said with renewed confidence.
His breath hitched, and she felt a sense of satisfaction sweep over her as she watched the intoxicating play of emotions on his face. She lowered his jeans and boxers over his hips and to the floor. She took him into his hands, exploring him as if this were the first time she’d ever caressed him, and yet she still remembered every inch.
Holding him gently, she brought her lips to him…kissing, licking, tasting.
His hand dove into her hair as he let out a deep groan, and his head fell back. She savored every sound he made as she bathed him with her tongue, doing everything in her power to push him to the edge. And when she felt his control snapping, she pushed back onto her heels and looked up at him through lowered lashes.
“Baily,” he said hoarsely. “Come here.”
She had almost forgotten what it was like to be this close, this intimate with him. His rough, calloused hands mapped out her body, finally settling between her thighs. Fletcher nudged them apart, ripped off her matching pink panties, and stared at her with a smoky look in his eyes.
“This is a little different from the last time I was…here.” He traced his finger down the landing strip and took a broad stroke across her as she fisted the sheets. “I like it.”
“It’s new,” she managed between ragged breaths.
He arched a brow while his fingers danced circles over her sensitive skin, driving her mad. “Is there a reason?”
“Something to do in the shower?”
“Now that’s a visual.” He lowered his head, and then his tongue slid across her in a slow caress.
The sensation was too much, stealing her breath. Her back arched off the mattress as a moan spilled from her lips.
His fingers dipped lower, tracing the wet folds between her legs. When he slid one finger inside of her slick warmth, she whimpered and thrust her hips upward to deepen his touch. He moved slowly at first, sliding in and out, matching the rhythm of his swirling tongue.
Baily pressed her heels into the bedspread to bring him even closer, surrendering herself to the pleasure he was giving with no thought left for doubt or regret. “Fletcher,” she moaned loudly when his fingers curled slightly as he increased his pace.
He growled against her skin at that, lifting himself long enough to say huskily, “Say it again. I like hearing my full name roll off your lips.”
“Fletcher,” she managed with a ragged breath.
With a final brush of his tongue against her hot center and a couple more skillful strokes from his fingers, he tipped her over the edge. She cried out in pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy filled her. Her body writhed and twisted on Fletcher's bed until the rush gradually subsided, leaving behind a lazy tide of bliss.
Panting, she looked at him. Fletcher's face flushed and was animalistic—raw desire reflected in those dark pools she found herself drowning in.
He crawled his way up alongside her until their bodies aligned. His hand slid up her thigh, dragging goosebumps in its wake. “I need to get protection from my wallet,” he whispered.
“Not necessary. On the pill.” She tried to keep herself steady, but when he pressed himself against her, she lost all control again.
The moment he entered her, time seemed to stand still. They both froze, staring at each other in an intimate silence that spoke volumes more than words ever could. Then Fletcher started moving in rhythm to their pulsating hearts. The friction between them ignited a fire that had long been dormant but had now roared back to life.
His strokes began slow and deep, stirring the depths of emotions she’d kept hidden for so long. Her fingers curled into his back, her nails leaving fiery trails as she pulled him closer.
“Fletcher,” she gasped out, gripping him tighter as their union grew frantic and rushed.
“Yes,” he rasped. “God... Baily.”
His movements picked up speed, sending pleasure coursing through her body until it reached a breaking point. Heat spiraled from deep within her belly and radiated outward as an earth-shattering climax overtook her.
From somewhere in the hazy distance, she heard Fletcher cry out a strangled version of her name as he found his own release.
In the aftermath, they lay enveloped in each other's arms—the only sound being their mixed heavy breathing and the rhythmic beat of Fletcher's heart against Baily’s ear.
