Susan Mallery - Sweet Talk

He stared into her eyes. “Amy’s spending the night with Nicole. Want to come over for a drink?”

He was inviting her for a whole lot more than liquor. Her insides tensed slightly at the thought of him touching her again. Kissing her, holding her. She wanted to feel those amazing sensations again. She wanted him inside of her, connecting them.

“I’d like that,” she said.

He took the mug from her hand and set it on the table. “Then let’s go.”

A S THEY WALKEDinto the house, Claire tried to figure out how to tell Wyatt she wasn’t interested in a drink or polite conversation. What she really wanted was to have him rip her clothes off and have his way with her. She wanted to be taken in the best way possible.

As that conversation hadn’t been covered in any how-to book she’d read, she braced herself for a long, frustrating evening until they got to the good part.

But instead of heading to the kitchen or even the family room, Wyatt took her hand and started upstairs. Once in his bedroom, he turned to her, pulled her close and began to kiss her.

She’d thought about teasing that she was actually thirsty, but what was the point? There wasn’t anywhere she wanted to be except in his arms. Preferably naked.

He stroked his tongue against her lower lip and she parted for him. As he deepened the kiss, he tugged at her shirt, pulling it out of her jeans and going to work on the buttons. At the same time, she reached for him, which meant they bumped more than unbuttoned. When she clipped him with her elbow, she pulled back.

“This is dangerous,” she said.

He grinned. “You’re lethal. Tell you what. I’ll race you.”

“What?”

Instead of answering, he undid his shirt, then shrugged it off. “You’re losing,” he said.

She shrieked. “I have more clothes on than you.”

“Always an excuse.”

She jerked the blouse over her head as she kicked off her sandals. She undid her bra and pushed off her jeans and panties in one, quick shove. Then she straightened only to find him still dressed.

“Hey!”

His smile faded as hunger replaced amusement. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

He grabbed her and pulled her against him. She went willingly, wanting to feel his hands on her. She wanted it all-the touching, the stroking, the intensity as he took her to paradise and back.

They tumbled onto the bed. Wyatt rolled her onto her back and leaned over her, then bent down and kissed her. Even as their tongues touched and played, he ran his fingers down her belly. She happily parted her thighs.

He slipped between her legs and immediately found that one special spot. He rubbed it lightly, making her squirm to get more. Harder, she thought. Faster.

She soon discovered he had his own agenda. Instead of listening to her psychic commands, he continued to kiss her. Then he moved lower and took her nipples in his mouth, which turned out to be very nice. She had to admit the combination of him sucking on her breasts while touching between her thighs worked in a big way.

Jolts of sensation shot through her. She got hot all over and her breathing quickened. She recognized the rising tension, the pulsing of her muscles and sank into the bed to enjoy the ride.

Then Wyatt stopped.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

He touched her nose. “I want to try something.”

“Another woman? I don’t think I’m up for a threesome.”

He grinned. “No way I’m sharing you. I want to see if you can come with me inside of you.”

As she had experienced exactly one serious sexual encounter in her life, she was more than willing to play. “Tell me what to do.”

“Relax and let me take care of things.”

An excellent quality in a man, she thought as Wyatt got up and stripped off the rest of his clothes. But before moving back on the bed, he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom.

Claire’s stomach clenched. Protection. It’s what any sensible person would use, under the circumstances. But it reminded her of the last time, when he hadn’t and the fact that there was a teeny, tiny chance she was pregnant.

She pushed the thought from her mind. Now was not the time to deal with that, she told herself as he knelt between her legs. He braced himself with his arms and slowly slipped inside of her.

It was more comfortable this time, she thought as she parted more for him. He filled her all the way, which was incredibly intimate.

But instead of pulling out and pushing in again, he straightened and, while still inside of her, reached between their bodies and began to touch her.

His fingers found her center and rubbed it. He circled and pressed in a steady rhythm that quickly had her breathing hard again. She tightened her muscles, which made him groan.

“You can feel that?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

Cool. She liked that she could make him experience what she was feeling, then the tension increased and it was more difficult to think about anything beyond how good she felt.

He touched her with a sureness that allowed her to relax. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the moment. It was different, him touching her while being inside of her. She felt more full, more sensitive. She pressed down on him slightly and moved her hips, drawing him in. He groaned again, but she ignored the sound.

Over and over, he touched her. Circling, brushing, making her strain and shudder. Her muscles tightened again and again. She got closer, then had the urge to move against him.

She pulsed her hips. He answered by withdrawing slightly, then pushing back in. Closer, she thought frantically. She was getting closer and closer. She strained to part her legs more, to have him touch all of her. She rocked her head from side to side, then sucked in a breath as everything inside her went still again.

There was a single heartbeat, then she shattered into her climax. He continued to touch her, while moving in and out, carrying her forward on a tide she couldn’t control. She groaned her release, breathing his name, her muscles contracting over and over again.

Then he wasn’t touching her with his fingers. He’d knelt over and began to fully move in and out. She hadn’t known what to expect…but what stunned her most was how each stroke pushed her orgasm on a little more. She came again and again, trembling in rhythm with his thrusts, sure this was going to kill her, but what a way to go.

She was still climaxing when he shuddered and was still. He collapsed on his side, pulling her with him. They lay there, a tangle of arms and legs, breathing hard, holding on to each other as if they were never going to let go.

T HE SUNRISE STARTEDshortly before six. Claire knew because she and Wyatt were already in the kitchen, making coffee. She wore one of his soft, warm plaid shirts and nothing else. She felt sexy and wicked and more satisfied than she’d ever felt in her life.

She leaned against the counter while he turned on the machine, then put his hands on her waist and drew her close.

“You’re always beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed her. “Even first thing in the morning.”

“Thank you,” she said, knowing she wasn’t. Not really. But if he thought she was, she wouldn’t do any complaining.

He slipped his hands under the shirt and touched her bare waist. She began to tingle in anticipation. But instead of exploring further, he released her and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“You’re going to have to be careful when you go back to New York,” he said.

“Go back?”

“Won’t you? Eventually?”

She’d never thought about it specifically. “I guess. My apartment is there. My career.” Her life had been, until recently. Now she was less sure.