Chapter Six

Friday was the slowest fucking day August had ever lived through and it wouldn’t end for another few hours. Damn him and his sudden obsession with the pilot with sapphire blue eyes. He’d shown up on Wednesday, like he had the eight days before that, for the kiss that would make it difficult to sleep. What had he found instead? Sandi wearing the thinnest and tiniest white cotton he’d ever seen. Nipples hard with an angry glint in her eyes, she’d hit him with her requirement. One night together.

The sight of her and the taste of her had stripped him of his good senses, but not so much that he couldn’t make the most of it. He wouldn’t settle for a quick encounter like she wanted, hard and fast up against the wall and a quick goodbye. Fuck that, he wanted a full night with her. He wanted enough time to so thoroughly ravish her that he ruined her for all men. Tomorrow was that day.

“What the?” He looked up to see who he needed to kill for the plush football that hit him in in the face. “Dom, what the fuck?”

He laughed and closed the door. “You should have been paying attention. I could’ve been a groupie trying to snag some of your baby batter.” They shared an uncomfortable laugh because as young and handsome billionaires they’d both fought off a paternity claim. Or five.

“I was thinking.” About what he needed for his night with Sandi. Or my day? A thought for another time. “We should put together some extreme packages, maximize Alaska’s dangerous terrain.”

Dom’s smug smile called bullshit. “Good idea. You should ask Sandi about that.”

August ignored that last part. “You’re not funny.”

“Oh I’m hilarious. All the ladies say so.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that brought to his lips. “They’re not laughing with you man.” It was a familiar exchange between them that never got old. “Did you come in here for a reason?”

“Do I need a reason to see my bro?”

“Your bro?”

Dom shrugged. “Just testing it out. Did you know Sandi was a flight medic, with paramedic and advance life support training?”

He frowned. “Didn’t you look at her resume?”

“Yeah, but not all the specifics of her military education. Just the flight stuff.” Dom looked at August like he was the crazy one. “Anyway she would be perfect to have on site for long climbs, hikes and all types of snow activities.”

He hated when Dom had a point. “Let’s talk to her about it on Monday.”

“Or when you see her this weekend?”

August frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Dom laughed. “Oh come on Auggie, you can do better than that. I saw her today, her hair is different. She’s getting ready for something. Or someone.”

His head fell forward in defeat. “It’s just one night.”

“Glad to see you’re taking my advice.”

“I didn’t. It was her idea.” August confessed to his weeklong kiss-by session with her and what happened a few days ago. “It took everything I had not to strip that cotton off her and fuck her on that counter, Dom.”

“But you wanted more time,” he added astutely.

“Yeah,” he admitted with a sigh. He wasn’t ready to think about what that meant, what she meant to him.

“Go crazy. Toys, chocolate syrup, the taboo, all of it.” Dom stood. “Remember her hair and don’t forget to tell her how good she looks.”

“I don’t need your help Dom.”

Dom shook his head, mirth shining in his eyes. “The sad part is that you actually believe that. I’m serious, tell her. And be firm. A woman like that will try to take control, you take it and I promise you won’t have any regrets.”

He gave his friend an amused look. “When did you get so observant?”

Dom turned at the door and threw him a knowing smile. “When my best friend started falling in love.” Then he was gone.

Good because he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Even so, he spent the rest of his afternoon arguing with Dom in his head, working hard to convince Dom—in his head—that he wasn’t falling for the prickly pilot.

* * *

Subtle or overt? Sandi asked this question over and over as she dug through her entire lingerie collection and date outfits. What did a girl wear to her own one night stand? Sure she had hours to go until she expected him to arrive, even though he hadn’t given her a specific time. But she figured if she prepared early, her nerves wouldn’t get the best of her.

“Dammit.” It was only noon but maybe… Sandi hurried into the blush teddy with matching thong and garter belt. She felt sexy and if the mirror was anything to go by, she looked the part as well. But she felt damned uncomfortable just being in it. “Practice. I need to practice.” So that’s exactly what she did. Made a sandwich in her sexy lingerie and ate it leaning over the sink to avoid crumbs in unfortunate places.

Sandi flipped on the television and sat down in her sexy lingerie. “This isn’t so bad,” she said before looking down at her body. Okay so maybe not sitting like this. She spent the next fifteen minutes trying to find sexy ways to sit in the lingerie. The ridiculously flimsy and nearly invisible sexy lingerie. “This is ridiculous.” Hopping off the sofa she paced in front of the TV. Why am I so nervous? She’d had sex before, plenty of sex with a perfectly respectable amount of partners. Dammit.

She blew out a long breath. Okay this is crazy. Deciding to wear her normal clothes, Sandi turned to go upstairs and change when a knock sounded at the door. It was impatient and loud and only one thought popped in her head. Uncle JP. Shit, he was supposed to be on a fishing trek for the next few weeks. What if something was wrong? She flew to the door and pulled it open, struggling for air. “Uncle JP?”

“No but if this is how you greet your uncle, I’m willing to wait to see what you wear to greet me.”

August. With his cocky smile and tight jeans that made her thighs clench, he looked good enough to eat. “Nothing. No, that’s not what I meant.” Why did it have to be August who got to her, who made her forget her name when he was around?

“Nothing is good, but this is…I like this very much.” He smiled and his gaze gave her body a slow sensual caress. “It’s like pretty little paper I get to unwrap.” He licked his lips and she took a step back.

“What are you doing here so early?”

He kept walking until she had no choice but to back up and let him inside her home. “I told you I wanted the whole day. And I’m going to make you lunch.”

That smile was one that her body liked. A lot. It made certain parts stand up and jump for joy while other parts simply wept at the beauty of his smile. It was sensual and held a promise she bet the women lined up in droves to fulfill. “I just finished eating.”

Thick black brows rose. “Interesting lunch attire?”

She groaned and closed the door, following him into her kitchen. “I was trying to figure out what to wear later but who’s comfortable in this,” she motioned to her body. “So I figured I should wear it a bit and get comfortable.”

August set the bags on the counter, placing a few items in her fridge before turning to her. His gaze was like a brand everywhere it touched, burning and searing into her soul. “You look pretty comfortable to me.”

She shrugged. “I’m used to it now.” Yet she still wasn’t used to the affect he hand on her.

He backed her up until she hit a wall. “Are you all set on eating right now? Because I’m really, really hungry.” He kissed her neck and bit her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. “Starved, actually.”

Her body was already on fire and he’d barely touched her. Heat flared like a flashover within her and her hands flew to his t-shirt, hanging on for dear life. “I-I’m sure.” He lifted her up over his shoulder.

“Bedroom,” he barked.

Sandi shook at the command in his voice. “Upstairs. F-f-f-irst door on the left.” She didn’t have time to think about what he saw when he looked at her little cottage house, because her body vibrated with need for him. All she could think of was what she wanted to do to him and what she wanted him to do to her.

He dropped her on the bed, slowly caressing her leg before letting it fall. “Stay there,” he ordered and pulled the white tee over his head. She didn’t know where to look first, the ripped upper body, littered with hard muscles and tight tan flash or the shoulder length hair he always wore tied back with a leather strap.

Sandi stayed right where she was, quietly exploding inside from all the things seeing his naked torso made her feel. It was lust like she’d never experienced, overwhelming sexual desire made her rub her thighs together.

“Legs open,” he told her and surprising herself, Sandi obeyed. She opened them wide, knowing the small strap of the teddy gave him a clear view of her swollen, wet folds.

“Open enough?” She asked, shocked by the husky voice asking the question.

August shook his head and let his pants fall to the floor, kicking them off along with his socks and shoes. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of a very snug pair of white boxer briefs and she groaned at the sight of him. Fully erect, long and thick, her mouth watered for him.

“God you are one beautiful creature.”

He crawled up her body. “That’s my line.” His knuckles grazed her folds and she gasped. “I’m so hard for you right now Sandi.”

Testing that theory she reached between them, gripping him and tugging with enough force to make him groan. “I see. Ah,” she hissed when he unsnapped the button and brushed two fingers against her folds.

“And you’re wet.”

She nodded, hips gyrating against his fingers, urging him to give her more without saying a word. “August,” she moaned, licking her lips and holding his wrist in place. His movements were slow and steady and he removed his fingers from her body and rubbed them across her bottom lip. The taste of them together was erotic. Right. Then his mouth was where his fingers had been, kissing her hard and fast, covering every inch of her body before settling between her legs.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I tasted you at the campsite.”

“Me too,” she admitted. Then all thoughts fled as his cool lips and warm tongue kissed her core, licking and sucking like she was his favorite candy. She was wild for him, tugging on his hair and thrusting up to his mouth with reckless abandon. August held her thighs apart and licked her until she was blind and screaming his name. “August!” over and over she cried his name until his tongue stopped moving. “Now,” she urged, pushing at his chest.

“There’s no rush. We’ve got all day,” he answered smugly.

Sandi was in no mood to listen. She needed him in this moment. Her body wanted nothing other than to be made whole by his. “Now,” she growled and straddled his waist. “I’m on the pill and I haven’t slept with anyone since Christopher.” She smiled. It finally didn’t hurt to say his name.

“I’m clean. Last test was done the day I met you.” His gaze tore into hers, daring her to think about his words. About what they meant.

Sandi wasn’t concerned about all that, not now. She held him with one hand and slowly swallowed him into her body. “Oh yeah. So good,” she murmured. He was bigger than she was used to but that added rush of pain just heightened the sensations.

“You good?”

She nodded. “You’re big.” And then she began to move. Up and down, around and around, she went as she sought pleasure for both of them. He was built so beautifully and he was so thick he scraped along every single one of her nerve endings, making every thrust, every plunge so intense she felt tears stream down her face. When he pulled her down for a kiss, that was it. The brush of his lips with the way he was gripping her hips and thrusting up into her was all it took. She exploded around him, pulsing and shuddering her way through the orgasm. “Oh, August,” she moaned loudly and collapsed.

August kept his hold on her and flipped their positions, spreading her wide and driving deep. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder. He owned her body, made it obey his every command. She felt the moment his body prepared for orgasm, he hardened inside her making her sensitive and pushing forth her own pleasure. His strokes intensified and then he was shouting her name and squeezing her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

And she was coming too.

And crying.

And oh so satisfied.