White Wedding Page 7

  “Open for me, honey, open wide.”

  She kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up until her feet were flat on the soft sofa. Placing her hands on her knees, she held herself wide open for him. He couldn’t take his gaze off her. Very aware of the wanton sight she presented to him, she could feel the wetness building between her legs. He was the only man capable of making her act this way. Her need for him was greater than it had ever been.

  “Mmm, look at that,” he rasped. “I’ve missed that sight. The sight of you weeping for me.”

  He placed his hands under her thighs to lift her off the sofa a little, bringing her ass to the edge and closer to his waiting mouth. Forming an O, he covered her entrance with his perfect mouth. The pleasure was so great she arched further into his deep caress.

  He blew against her heat and said, “Touch yourself for me, baby. I can’t reach your breasts so do it for me.”

  Anything. She’d do anything for him. She threw her head back and raised her hands to her breasts, caressing her nipples as he sucked, licked, and nipped at her core.

  “Look at me, Shanna. See who’s loving you.”

  On command, her eyelids popped open and their gazes clashed. She couldn’t look away from the sight of him watching her as he worked his tongue in and out of her passage. Then he went deep; she felt it swirl, causing her stomach muscles to contract. But he gentled the motion of his tongue and licked her like an ice cream cone. Her chest rose and fell, reveling in the sensation. Thank God he didn’t stop—he became relentless. He moved one hand from her thigh, and inserted two fingers in her while he sucked on her swollen nubbin. This time her body, like a bow on a string, rose off the sofa, pushing into his face. Her mouth opened and, as she screamed his name into the night, her body screamed into his waiting mouth.

  Spent, she lay with her legs wide open on the sofa, arms at her sides and her head hung back. Her eyes remained closed and her brain cells scrambled for purchase. The only sense working was that of touch. He moved her body so she lay spread lengthwise across the sofa. That hard, delicious weight she remembered and craved so much covered her. Finally. She felt the hard bulb of his penis nudging at her; she opened her eyes when he entered her. Filling her completely, fully. His gaze darkened as it met hers. Greedily, she took him into her as his soul had long since taken over hers.

  “That’s it, open your eyes.” He spoke softly. “I need you to see who’s inside you. Who’s making love to you. Who is now and will always be a part of you. Don’t run away from me—from us—again.”

  He took his time, moving in long, slow strokes, building her pleasure up again, readying them both, until the pressure gathered and her body clenched against him. Her muscles contracted around his hot, hard flesh until he moaned her name. The pressure levels so intense their eyes drifted shut to better immerse themselves in it, the satisfaction too great for their mere bodies to contain for very long. Release came in a raging flood of sensation for them both, washing away their separate pasts and taking them over the edge to a future, together.

  ***

  The wine glass smashed against the wall, the pieces falling on the carpet. “Fuck! Changing your number only slowed me down a little, but game's back on.” The computer connection was reestablished and the calls began again.

  Chapter Nine

  At some point Ross got them to her bedroom. He needed her on a bed, more room for them to spread out. At that moment, he could focus on nothing else. If he were asked his name he would not have known it. He wouldn’t even have been able to describe his hand.

  He laid her on the covers and she opened her arms and legs for him. Without pause he covered and entered her waiting haven. His world. His only awareness became the woman beneath him. The woman who encased him in every way. This time their journey together was fast and hard, yet she didn’t seem to mind. Her fingers dug into his ass, coaxing him to flex and go to greater lengths. He didn’t disappoint. Reaching between their bodies, he found her nub and pressed against it. He only had to thrust twice more before she screamed her pleasure and he placed his mouth over hers, swallowing the rest of her cries as he emptied his essense into her.

  Eventually their bodies stopped trembling. He shifted so most of his weight rested on his forearms, but he didn’t have the strength to hold the position. Laying his head on her shoulder, he breathed deeply and felt himself shrinking within her, but he didn’t want to leave her. He also realized something else. For the first time since he was fifteen, he’d had sex without a condom and couldn’t bring himself to care. They’d already discussed personal histories back on Margarita and were both STDs free. Besides, this was the only woman he wanted to make love to for the rest of his life.

  His eyes snapped open. Damn. When had that happened? Stupid question, because he knew the answer. From the moment she stepped through the doors of the church with her tear-filled soulful eyes, she’d owned him. Now he just needed to convince her.

  He rolled off her but didn’t go far, just to his side, keeping his leg over her. It seemed only fair he possess her, since she’d possessed him from the very beginning. She shifted to make more room for him and he caressed her face.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said to her again. “I’ve missed us. Together, like this.”

  “Ross, I’ve missed you, too. But I didn’t mean for this to happen. At least not so soon.”

  He smiled. “Baby, you put us in a room together it’s bound to happen. I’m not sorry it did.”

  “Me either. With everything going on right now, I’m just not sure I’m ready for you. For us.”

  “Well, I’m glad you’re not sorry. Because this is going to happen again and again.” He paused, thinking about what she’d said. “Why would you think you’re not ready?”

  “After being with Kevin for so long and it not working out, I just…I just don’t know if I can trust myself.”

  “I told you once, you can trust me; you still can. Kevin is an ass. He lost you. I won’t. I’ve got another chance with you and I’m not blowing it.”

  When she smiled, Ross thought if he closed his eyes now and never opened them again that would be fine. He’d already caught his glimpse of heaven. He lowered his head and captured her mouth. God, she tasted delicious. Just like he remembered, and he couldn’t get enough of her. She played with his tongue and he moaned into her mouth.

  “God, you’re sweet. So sweet. I need more of you.” He pulled her closer, wrapping his arm tighter around her waist, and then the phone on the nightstand rang. He ignored it. Her small hand inched down between their bodies, her fingers drifted over his belly button. He sucked in a breath, pulling on her tongue. The phone continued to ring.

  She touched his sleeping sex, and he realized he was fast coming back to life. He shifted away from her a little so she could grasp him better. When her fingers played over the swollen head of his penis he opened his mouth over hers and began to move his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking what he’d be doing to her in a moment. Her fingers closed around his sac and squeezed, and he surged against her thigh. Not to be outdone, he circled her nipple with his thumb, working it into a hardened tip.

  At first he was confused when she pulled her mouth away from his and stopped caressing him. Then the ringing captured his attention. “That has stopped, hasn’t it?” he asked.

  “I thought it did. This is what happened before. The continuous ringing.”

  The phone was on her side of the bed next to a fat, scented candle, and a framed photograph of Shanna and a woman who looked a lot like her standing in front of a ski lift—probably her sister. Ross stretched over her body and put the receiver to his ear. At first he just listened, and like at her salon there was silence. He continued to listen and could hear a slight humming sound in the background. He hung up and shut the ringer off, sat up and leaned back against the headboard.

  “Just like at the salon.”

  “I don’t understand. I changed it to a private number. No way cou
ld LaToya get it.”

  “She could if she still has friends at the salon.”

  “But they all know what’s been going on these past weeks. The weird calls and the hang-ups, then the break-in. And none of the women who were close to her have it. They only have my cell number.”

  “Well someone’s got it who you don’t want to have it. And even though you’ve had the number changed, you’ve still had to give it out to friends and family. So if this LaToya is friends with any of those people, she’d have access to it.”

  She sat up next to him and brought her knees to her chest. “Why me? Why the hell is this happening to me?”

  Putting his arms around her shoulders, he coaxed her to lay her head against his chest. “I don’t know, babe. I promise you, though—I will find out.”

  Her arm wrapped across his stomach. “Thank you. I still find it hard to believe LaToya would stoop to crap like this. She can have Kevin. She should know by now I’ve ended the engagement so why is she still harassing me?”

  “You know it might not be her. It could be someone else. Maybe someone you’ve overlooked.”

  She looked up at him. “I’ve thought about that, but Kevin and I were together for a long time. He wouldn’t do that to me and I have no idea who else would decide to harass me like this.”

  “What about the man who was kissing Kevin.”

  “Ben?” She shook her head. “While I’m pissed at what he did, no, I can’t believe he’d do something like this. He knows for a fact I don’t want Kevin. Then again, Kevin doesn’t want Ben either.”

  She lowered her head back to his chest. Her sigh come out in a warm breath against his rib cage. “Whoever’s doing it, I want it stopped. I don’t want to think about it any more tonight. I just want to enjoy being with you.”

  While the kiss she placed on his chest was as light as a butterfly’s touch, he felt it pierce his heart. Pulling her up, he covered her mouth with his. As she reached to wrap her hands around his neck, he broke off the kiss and turned her onto her stomach, straddling her. He placed his knees on each side of her butt and kept his weight off her. Leaning forward, he removed the pillow she rested on, laying her forehead against the sheet, before he began to massage her neck.

  “Mmm,” she purred.

  He worked his way across her slender shoulders, kneading and kissing as he moved downward, enjoying the soft sounds of pleasure coming from her lips. He placed kisses along the line of her spine.

  Lifting his head, he leaned forward to grab two of the pillows near her. “Lift.”

  When she raised her hips, he placed the pillows under her pelvis. She shifted until her luscious ass was perfectly tilted toward him. He kissed each cheek and traced her scissors tattoo with his tongue.

  “God, I love this. Spread ‘em for me, babe.”

  He positioned himself behind her. Using first one finger he inserted it in her wet canal to test how ready she was for him. “Mmm, you are so wet.”

  She twisted her head around to look at him. “What are you going to do about it?” she asked as she wiggled her hips.

  “This.” Already primed, he was more than ready for her. Holding himself, he rubbed the head of his penis against her clit until it was good and coated with her juices, and her body quivered in anticipation of his entry. He rammed into her until he was buried to the hilt and paused, giving her a chance to relax around his size. Her female shaft clenched and surrounded him, drenching him in her juices.

  “Damn, you are tight,” he rasped. He grabbed her hips before he began to move again. His intent had been to take it slow, since the first times he’d been in such a rush. It had been so long since he’d been in her. His woman. But it was too much; she was too much. The pressure, the pleasure was unbearable, unbelievable. Her inner muscles pulled him to her, the sensation greater than anything he’d ever known—except with her. She sucked him right in.

  He found himself pumping in and out of her faster and faster, but she was rocking back against him, grinding into him, using her body to urge him on. He fought to maintain control but with every stroke he lost ground. Pounding so hard, going so deep into her that he was shaking; his balls tightened, sweat coated his body, and stars formed in front of his eyes. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers and her panting heightened the pleasure.

  She met each thrust with one of her own, she moved as he moved. The cry she wrenched from him came from deep within, wild and primitive, like his release into the furnace of her soul. He poured everything he had, all that he was into this woman who had come to mean so much to him. Even after he had nothing else left to give her of his body, she still gripped him, refusing to let him go as little spasms continued throughout her body. And his. Covering her back with his front, fusing them completely flesh to flesh, he never wanted to move.

  ***

  For the first time in months, a sense of peace infused Shanna. Her breathing was even, although her heart still raced from the aftermath of their lovemaking. For the second time in her life she’d had unprotected sex. Not even with Kevin had she ever lost herself like this. She knew Ross was disease-free, they’d talked about their health history back on the island and she was on birth control so she didn’t have to worry about that.

  He eased out of her, and immediately she felt the loss. After he removed the pillows from under her, she turned her head to find his gaze upon her. She twisted to her side as he lay down beside her, simultaneously moving toward each other, reaching out, anxious to touch. They wrapped their arms around each other's waists, and she slipped her leg between his powerful thighs. Possessive. She wanted to be possessed by him, but she needed to possess him, too.

  “That’s the second time you’ve come in me without a condom.”

  “Yes, and you know you don’t have to worry about anything with me. I’m still clean and as I’ve already said I haven’t been with anyone else since us.”

  “I’m clean, too, and I’m still on birth control.” Her heart thundered at the significance of what it could mean. “Why, Ross? Why haven’t you been with anyone else since us?”

  “Just what I said. I haven’t wanted to be with anyone else. I made love to you tonight without a condom between us because I realized something else—I don’t want there to be anyone else for either one of us.”

  He brushed the hair back from her face, the gesture so gentle and loving. She released her fears. “I don’t want to be with anyone else. Right now I’m such a basket case. I’m sorry I left you. I thought it was the right thing to do. By the time my plane landed I knew I couldn’t be with Kevin, knowing the way I felt about you. I was just confused and needed time away from you both to try to figure out what I really wanted.”

  “And what do you want?”

  She looked into his beautiful eyes, eyes that had haunted her every moment, wake or sleep. She kissed his eyelids. “You. I want you.”

  “Baby, you always had me.”

  He kissed her, and hugged her to him. “What do you want?” she asked. She felt his smile against her skin rather than saw it.

  “I have what I want right here in my arms.”

  “Now if those damn calls would just cease, I’d have everything I want.”

  “First thing in the morning I’ll have my people work on tracing those calls.”

  “But what can you all do that the phone company can’t?”

  “Plenty. Trust me, we’ve got advanced programs that aren't on the general market yet. We’ll monitor the calls coming into your salon as well as here. I’ll drop you off at work tomorrow and while I’m there I’d like to see LaToya’s work station and talk to any of the co-workers she was friendly with.”

  “Okay, but you don’t have to drive me.”

  “I know, but I want to. And I’ll pick you up when you’re done. I want to take you back to my place. At least there’ll be no disturbing phone calls there.”

  “Is that the only reason you want me there?”

  “Oh, no. I want to make
love to you in my bed tomorrow night. I’ve fantasized about you there too many times, and I want you in it. Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Nope.”

  Just as she raised her head to kiss him, her cell phone chimed. She turned toward the sound.

  Chapter Ten

  “Eboni, this is Ross Chapman.”

  Her sister glanced up when she walked into their office with Ross’ arm around her waist. She knew she’d have a lot of explaining to do. Eboni had called Shanna last night to let her know she may have found LaToya. She’d run into a former client at a nightclub. Actually, she was one of LaToya’s client’s. LaToya was still doing hair but she had her own little salon she was running out of the basement of a rented townhouse. From what she’d heard, LaToya was apparently doing very well, because she had two other stylists working with her. All of which was a surprise to Shanna. Eboni gave her an address and Ross wanted to go talk to her later this morning. For now she’d have to deal with her sister’s curiosity about Ross.

  Ross walked over to the desk and shook Eboni’s hand. “Hello, Eboni. It’s a pleasure to see you again and actually meet you this time.”

  Eboni frowned. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

  Shanna stepped forward, knowing she had to explain. “No, but you may have seen him briefly once. Don’t worry about it, you probably never even noticed him.”

  “I don’t think so. If we’d met I’d remember.”

  Ross smiled. “We didn’t actually meet. I was just one of the bystanders outside of the church.”

  “Ah, I see…wait.” Eboni shook her head. “What?”

  “It’s a long story, Sis,” Shanna said. “Long story short, Ross was on the sidewalk and opened my car door. We met later in Margarita by accident and he happens to be a security expert. I called him hoping he might be able to help me with LaToya since the cops can’t seem to do anything.”

  “Uh huh. Is that so?” Eboni raised her eyebrows.

  “Yes, that’s right.”

  “And that’s the short version. Well tomorrow night you can give me the long version when we go to the club.”