Leah Braemel - Deliberate Deceptions

He nuzzled lower until her essence coated his lips. Her taste burst on his tongue like a ripened peach. He swirled his tongue through her cream, alternately lapping and teasing until he found the tiny bundle of nerves. Her hips rose off the mattress but he clamped down, holding her in place.

He’d intended to hold off on finding his own pleasure until she’d come for him twice, but she moaned that deep-throated gasp that forewarned him of an impending orgasm and all his plans flew out the window. He found himself over her, his cock poised at her entrance. Her legs wrapped about his thighs and drew him close until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

None of his dreams, none of his memories, matched the sheer heaven of being surrounded by her heat. He stared down at her, wanting to order her to open her eyes, to watch them unfocus as she came. But there was something ethereal about the look on her face that made him hold off. He didn’t need to see her eyes when her body told her everything he needed to know. Her swollen lips were parted, tiny puffs of air as she gasped for breath warmed his arm when she turned her head, unseeing, toward it. Her body rippled around him, drawing him in deeper. Her hips undulated, grinding her clit with each pass. Her nipples were hard dark berries, larger than they had been when they were first married, softer too, from age and breast feeding but they were just as beautiful.

He dipped his head and caught one between his teeth. He wanted to crow when her pussy clamped tight around him. When this was over he’d ask her about the scar on the inside part of her arm that looked like a burn or the one on her hip where a bullet had gone in one fleshy side and out the other. For now, he’d celebrate that they were here. Together.

He rocked his hips back then pushed back in, balls deep. His own eyes closed as he set a steady rhythm, until he could control himself no more. Her heels dug into his behind and her nails dug into his biceps as she came silently. When he followed her seconds later, he wasn’t so quiet, his hoarse roar echoing off the walls.

It took him a moment before he could rouse himself to roll off her. As soon as he was on the mattress beside her, Lauren rolled into his arms with a murmured, “I love you” that had him closing his eyes and burying his face in her hair.

Maybe they could make it work. For the first time in years, hope replaced the dark pressure in his heart.

Lauren awoke to find Chad wrapped around her the way he had for the last four nights. Like each previous morning, his hand rested on her breast while his erection prodded her hip. “Mmm, that’s a nice way to wake up.”

“Just relax, babe. Let me do all the work.” The heat of his breath on her skin was the only warning she got before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He spent a few minutes toying with her, his teeth rasping over her delicate flesh, occasionally tugging with a sharp nip, then his tongue would soothe the sting until she was panting.

She shifted, with every intention of touching him, but her hands wouldn’t move. Another tug confirmed it-he’d restrained her wrists above her head while she slept. Had he restrained her ankles too? She wiggled her feet. Nope. Well, this should be…interesting.

Squinting, she opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the bright sunlight slanting across the bed that painted his skin pure gold. “You mind telling me just how long you plan on keeping me here?”

Tell me “forever”.

He lifted his head and looked at her, a wolfish look in his eyes and a smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t plan on loosening those restraints until I’ve made you come at least three times.”

“You’ve always loved a challenge.”

He set to his task, using his mouth and his hands to rediscover all the places that drove her crazy-the spot on her neck directly beneath her ear, the soft skin inside her elbow, just above each hip. She closed her eyes and gave in to the erotic sensation of his breath and his mouth on her. He explored every inch of her body until she was panting, aching with need.

Finally he parted her folds with his thumbs. His tongue traced where his thumbs had been, flicking over her clit with a light touch.

“I’ve always loved how you taste, Lauren.” When they’d been married and he said that, there had been pride in his voice, but now…now there was need, heat, urgency. And something else. Not anger, but… determination? Whether to prove something to her or to him, she didn’t even try to guess. Before she could decide how she felt, he returned to his task. Her orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave, lifting her hips from the mattress as her pussy sought to be filled.

He planted his hands on either side of her head and eased into her. She lost herself in the familiarity of the scene. Of his scent, his rhythm. Him surrounding her. Filling her. The sounds of flesh on flesh, their breathing as it quickened, became her whole world. This. This is what I’ve searched for. This is what I missed, what I’ve wanted.

He’d just collapsed on top of her, both having found their release, when someone knocked at Chad’s bedroom door.

“Do you think if we’re quiet they’ll go away?” she whispered. She felt Chad’s snort more than heard it.

The handle to Chad’s door rattled. On the far side there was a quiet curse, then whoever it was pounded on her door. “Get your butt out here, Miller.” Troy. Shit. “Sam’s on the phone.”

“All right, I’m coming,” Chad called in return.

“Not anymore,” Lauren said beneath her breath. Even exhausted from their lovemaking as she was, she couldn’t help but admire his butt when he rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

When he returned, he leaned against the doorframe. She tugged on the restraints still binding her to the headboard. “Do you mind letting me go? I could use a trip to the bathroom myself.”

Her chest hurt at the predatory satisfaction of the smile he gave her. “I’m not sure. I’m not done yet, am I?”

“What do you mean?”

“I told you I’d make you come three times and by my count you’ve only come twice.”

“You always were an overachiever.” Her breath caught when he leaned down to kiss her. Without breaking the kiss, he freed her, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck. They were both breathing heavily before he broke away. “Promise me you’ll come back and give me a chance to even the score?”

“I won’t be long. And I will definitely be back. You can count on it.”

“Chad.” Troy pounded on the door again. “Get your ass out here before I break the effin’ door, damn it.”

He returned to his room and closed the adjoining door. Lauren swung from the bed and padded to the bathroom. When she returned, the connecting door was open once again. Instead of Chad, Troy stood in the middle of the room, his expression guarded as his gaze raked the length of her.

“Well, well, well. Looks like Father Christmas arrived early-or late-this year. You look good with your hair all messed up like that. The razor burn on your chest is a nice touch too.”

She headed to the closet to grab a robe, then stopped. Chad had said he would be right back and she was damned if she’d let Troy stop him from giving her that third orgasm. Instead she grabbed the top sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her toga style. “Where’s Chad?”

“Talking to Sam on the encrypted system downstairs. He’ll be back in a bit.” His gaze met hers finally, his expression hard. “The longer you play kissy-face while lying to him, the worse it’s going to hurt him when he finds out the truth. Just get it over with-tell him. Tell him everything.

“He knows about why I was at the spa.”