Cathy Yardley - Baby, It's Cold Outside

Then he pressed a finger into her, and she couldn’t help it. She came, and it was more than an explosion…it was a supernova. She threw her head back, letting the experience rock her.

When she came back to Earth, she looked at him and saw he had a beatific smile on his face. “That was…” She struggled to find a word that covered it and couldn’t.

“You’re welcome,” he said, winking at her. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a screamer.”

The blush washed over her entire body. She was sure he noticed, but she didn’t care. “I didn’t know I was,” she admitted. “I don’t think I was before.”

“You don’t say.” He moved his head down, sucking first on one nipple, then the other.

Emily still felt desire, but the raw, slicing edge of it had been dulled by her orgasm. Now she was hungry for him, but she wasn’t starving the way she’d been before. She could take her time, and enjoy the interplay of their bodies much more intently.

I don’t know when I’ll have this sort of chance again, she thought. I’m going to make every moment count.

She nudged his head up, and he sent her a puzzled look. “Your turn,” she said, smiling wickedly.

“Oh?”

She pushed him down against the mattress, enjoying the way his erect cock stood, large and prominent, demanding attention. She pressed a few slow kisses against his chest, then his stomach, her tongue tracing the defined muscles. She was gratified to see his breathing go shallow. Slowly she stroked her hands on his thighs, drawing her nails down the sensitive skin. He drew in a sharp, hissing breath, releasing it in a slow, ragged sigh as she finally encircled his erection with her fingers.

“Your hands are so soft,” he marveled, his eyes closing. His hips arched up to meet her as her hands traveled up and down the length of his shaft.

“Think so? Try this,” she answered playfully, then took the head of his penis into her mouth.

He groaned loudly. She traced the head with her tongue before sucking ever so softly, caressing the velvety skin with her lips. His breathing increased in pace.

“Emily,” he rasped.

His cock was like iron wrapped in satin. She reveled in the clean, masculine taste of his skin, taking him in a few more inches, her fingers stroking the round globes of his balls.

After a few moments, he reached down, pulling her up roughly. “I have to be inside you,” he said, his voice coarse with need. “Now.”

She smiled, feeling triumphant. He sounded just the way she’d felt when he’d given her that first orgasm. She liked that she might be able to make this man tremble, mindless with need. “Condom,” she breathed, reaching over on her nightstand and getting one of the newly purchased foil packets. She tore it open, rolling it onto him slowly, taunting him with it. He was shaking by the time she was done.

He rolled her onto her back, and she felt the glorious weight of him pressing her into her mattress. He kissed her fiercely, and she responded with equal ferocity, parting her legs so he could fit himself at her snug opening. She felt the head of his cock slide slightly between her wet folds. He reached down, teasing her clit with his hardness until she was gasping with desire, her legs twining around his as she struggled to bring him closer.

“I want you inside me,” she said.

Without a word, he finally relented and thrust into her, filling her completely. It felt so incredibly good she could have cried. She circled her hips, instinctively tightened her muscles as she enveloped him in her warmth.

He groaned, withdrawing slowly, and she moaned in return. “Deeper,” she breathed, and he returned, with maddening patience, going farther into her. Her legs tightened around his hips, cradling him inside her.

“Colin.” She shivered as the first luscious tremors of passion inched through her. “I’m almost there….”

Taking her cue, he increased his speed, his hips moving more quickly as his cock moved in and out of her willing wetness. Emily felt her body start to tighten and she ran her nails down his back as her hips bucked to meet his every thrust.

“Baby, I’m going to…” he groaned, and she cried out in approval. The two of them were frenzied in their joining, as if they couldn’t get close enough to each other. He let out a guttural shout as he emptied himself into her with a hard, definitive motion, triggering an orgasm that eclipsed her first. She cried out again, a sound of pure pleasure, as her body clutched around him. To her surprise, he shuddered again as their hips melded together, rocking in the aftershocks of climax.

After long moments, he rolled off her, leaving them both sweaty and breathless. He stared at her, his green eyes like beacons.

“You were right,” he said. “I would have regretted saying no to you for my entire life.”

She basked in the compliment of his words, even as a small part of her conscious brain registered what he was saying.

This is a one-night stand. She’d just had her world spun on its axis by a man she’d fantasized about for years…but this was it. This was all she was going to get.

Is this going to be worth it?

She glanced at him. In the aftermath of sex, he still looked sinfully tempting. There was no sense of regret, no lingering return of reason that asked her, What were you thinking? She knew exactly what she’d been thinking when she decided to seduce Colin Reese. She knew because she was still thinking it.

But what are you going to do when you can’t have him again?

He’d made it clear that there was no future. He was leaving, crossing an ocean to get away from Tall Pines. He was certainly not about to return to the small town that he had caused so much grief—and which wanted to return the favor by prying into every minute detail of his now almost famous local-rebel-makes-good life.

So where does that leave you?

She sighed. It left her here, in Tall Pines. Alone.

He leaned over, kissing where her heart beat. “You are going to haunt me,” he said softly.

He was going to haunt her, too. But then again, it never could have lasted. She’d been well aware of that going into this little arrangement.

She might settle for the comfort of friendship and a passionless relationship, she thought as his fingers brushed over the surface of her skin, bringing the nerve endings to life. She was a realist. Would she ever find a man she reacted to as strongly as she did to Colin? She could either agonize over the question or simply enjoy the moment.

Tonight was all they had, and she would make the most of it.

“You have to leave at nine tomorrow, you said?” Emily asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“We’ve still got hours,” she reminded him, just as she had before, in the living room.

“Really,” he drawled. “What shall we do with ourselves?”

She smiled, licking her lips. “As it happens,” she said, her voice husky with sexual promise, “I’ve got a few ideas I’d love to try.”

“I SAID, WHERE TO, mister?” the cab driver asked, slowly and carefully, as if Colin were hard of hearing.

Colin guessed that the man must have repeated the question several times. “Sorry,” he said. “I need to get to the airport in Hartford.”

The cabbie snorted. “I’ll give it a shot.” The taxi began slowly creeping out of the Stanfield Arms’s circular driveway.

Colin stared out the window in a daze. The entire town of Tall Pines was smothered in mountainous drifts of snow, making the whole scene seem oddly muted. It only added to Colin’s feeling of surreal displacement.

Did last night really happen?

Yes, it had happened—and in a way was still happening for him, since he’d gotten no more than a catnap or two the entire night. Once he’d given in to his urge and slept with Emily, it was as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Fortunately, she’d seemed to feel the same way, because the two of them had feasted on each other for hours, and even now weariness hadn’t quite settled in.