Chapter Twenty
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Not for a moment had Dizzy thought to say no. She wanted to make love with Easton and she wasn’t ashamed in the least to admit it. Despite her rather open upbringing, Dizzy wasn’t casual about sex. Tami and Louis had taught her that there was nothing shameful about sex and they’d encouraged her to explore her urges during those tumultuous teen years and then in college, although less since they were thousands of miles apart. If Dizzy had brought home a boyfriend they wouldn’t have blinked an eye if he’d slept in her room.
But maybe because her parents hadn’t made sex so taboo, Dizzy hadn’t felt the need to run around and try every guy she dated. Frankly, she was persnickety about who she took off her clothes for and lately she hadn’t slept with anyone. She simply hadn’t met a man that made her want to have sex in the last year. Until Easton.
Her eager fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt but managed to free them despite her haste. Easton shrugged off the offending garment and tossed it away so that his torso was bared for her viewing – and touching – pleasure. Easton still pitched in around the ranch and it showed in every hard line of his body. Trailing her fingers down the center of his chest, she traced every ridge and plane of his flat abdomen, the skin warm under her questing fingers, delighting in the moans she was able to elicit from his lips.
She must not have been moving fast enough, however, because he was tugging at the buckle of his belt and then unfastening his trousers, the sound of the zipper sliding down loud in the room. Kicking his pants away, he stripped off his socks and boxers at the same time, leaving him naked as the day he was born.
Dizzy couldn’t help but look. And perhaps she stared a little too long because she heard Easton chuckle as he sat back on his haunches. “Like what you see?”
Hell, yes.
His skin was golden, his body sculpted from the finest of marble, and…
He was gloriously aroused as well, and it was she that made him that way. Currently he was looking her up and down like he wanted to eat her up. She’d be just fine with that, but first she needed to touch him.
“Baby,” he breathed when her hands glided down his chest and over his belly. Her fingers encircled him, hot, hard, and ready, sliding up and down until he groaned, his hand covering hers to stay her movements. “I’m on the edge here.”
“Wouldn’t it be terrible if we had to start all over again?” she teased, her fingers slipping down to caress the base and then even farther to his balls, already drawn up tight. “I wouldn’t mind.”
His blue eyes were dark with desire, his pupils blown wide with arousal. His expression was almost feral and her own pulse hitched higher as she saw her own emotions reflected in his gaze.
“There are things I want to do to you first, Desiree. But we need to have that awkward conversation. I’m clean and healthy. What about you?”
“Just had my annual a few months ago and I’m good. I’m on the pill too.”
It was sweet that he had stopped to take care of business. He leaned down to kiss her again, all too brief but very sweet. “Even your name is about desire. I never even noticed before. Desiree.”
She’d always hated her real first name but the way it tripped off of his tongue she almost found it palatable.
Reaching behind her, Easton efficiently unclipped her bra and then drew it down her arms before tossing it away. Her panties quickly followed and now they were both bare, skin to skin as he pressed himself close. His tongue played with the hard tips of her breasts and then sucked them into his mouth, giving them a gentle tug with his teeth that sent arrows of pleasure straight to her clit as if they were directly connected. The blood roared in her ears and quicksilver flew through her veins as he lavished attention on her breasts, even running his tongue on the sensitive flesh along the underside. Not one inch of skin was left untouched when he finally gave her a moment to catch her breath.
She drew precious oxygen into her starving lungs as his lips now traveled down over her soft abdomen to her already drenched slit. The room tilted and spun as his tongue delved into her folds, seeking and exploring but never settling into any rhythm. He held her there on the edge, his tongue and then his fingers dancing around her already swollen and achy clit.
Pressing first one and then a second finger inside her, he unerringly found that special spot that other men seemed to ignore. With his digits rubbing her from the inside and his thumb drawing circles around her sensitive button there was only one sure result and it came quickly. When her orgasm hit, her body bowed off the floor as white-hot heat suffused every cell. She rode the waves of her star-spangled climax until she lay spent and satisfied, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.
Lifting her heavy lids, Dizzy found Easton kneeling between her legs and tearing open a foil packet with his teeth. In a short moment he was there, nudging at her slick entrance as his lips found a sensitive spot right under her ear. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders as he pressed forward, filling and stretching her walls. It had been awhile and for a moment there was a twinge of pain, but he must have sensed it and immediately stopped until she lifted her hips and urged him on again.
She couldn’t remember ever feeling this full but then Easton had successfully wiped out any and all memories of other men, and he’d done it with little effort. Slowly he pulled out almost all of the way before snapping his hips and driving back into her. Sweet pleasure dripped through her veins and pooled in her belly. Over and over he repeated the movements as his mouth explored her neck and shoulders. She’d have love bites to cover tomorrow.
But Easton would have a few marks of his own. Her nails dug into the flesh of his back as he pistoned in and out of her, her legs wrapped around his lean waist. The only sound in the room were their ragged breaths and the sound of skin on skin. A bar of arousal was building in her abdomen and flames licked along her flesh. It felt like her entire body might spontaneously combust.
Each stroke sent her higher until she broke apart into a million tiny pieces, like shards of glass floating in the air and spinning around the room in a kaleidoscope of color and light. Easton reached his peak right after and she gazed at him, fascinated as emotions flitted across his tortured features. First pain, then pleasure, and finally pure male satisfaction.
They collapsed together, a sweaty tangle of arms and legs, as Dizzy tried to get her heart and breathing under control. Somehow he’d maneuvered them so he was lying on his back and she was tucked into his side. She stroked his damp chest and pressed baby kisses everywhere she could reach. His heart pumped beneath her fingers and she could feel it as slowed into a regular rhythm.
Neither one of them wanted to break the comfortable silence but she knew it would be Easton who would speak first. He wasn’t a man that enjoyed quiet, although she could tell he was becoming more appreciative of it.
“That was…”
Giggling, she nodded her head in the dim light. “Yes, it was.”
He didn’t need to find the right words because they probably didn’t exist. Fantastic and amazing just weren’t cutting it. It was…transcendent.
“You didn’t like…cast a spell or something over us, did you? Because that’s better than anything I’ve ever experienced, so it would make sense if there were some witchcraft involved here.”
Levering up on her elbow, she gave his arm a light slap. “For the last and final time, I am not a witch. I don’t cast spells. I don’t know the future. And I can’t read minds. I’m simply an empathetic person who believes in the creative soul. That’s a completely different thing.”
His smile widened as his fingers trailed down her back to land on her bottom, giving it a playful squeeze. “Are you sure you can’t read minds? I bet you can tell me what I’m thinking about right now.”
Gulping, her eyes widened in surprise. “Again? Already?”
Easton was apparently going to give her as much as she could handle and then some.
“I told you, it’s like someone has cast a spell over me. I’m like a teenager again.”
She was feeling the effects of that spell as well. Could it be…love?
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Easton was having the most amazing dream ever. He was floating on a cloud in a bluer than blue sky while Dizzy pleasured him with her mouth. His hands were fisted in the soft fluff of the cloud and his limbs were heavy and languorous as her soft, wet tongue flitted up and down his aching shaft. He should have dreams like this more often. It was so fucking real.
Groaning as the warm cavern of her mouth engulfed the head, his hips bucked as he pressed himself in farther. With a jolt of awareness, his eyes snapped open and he realized the fluffy cloud he’d been gripping was Dizzy’s long, silky hair and that her mouth was indeed working magic. As much as he loved her oral skills, he preferred to be buried deep inside of her so they could both get there at the same time.
The sun was beginning to filter through the curtains, which told him that it was morning and they’d soon have to get out bed and go to work. Because that’s what grownups did. Right now, though, he was still in teenage boy mode, and that guy was horny as hell. Easton’s dick was doing all the thinking at the moment.
“Baby,” he breathed, extricating his fingers from her tresses. “Get up here and ride me.”
With a coquettish smile she did just that, swinging a leg over his body so that she was straddling his thighs. She must have read the urgency in his tone because she didn’t play games, tease, or make him wait, instead sinking down on him until he was in to the hilt. Hot, wet, and tight. Being inside of Dizzy was the closest thing to nirvana that he’d ever experienced.
A sigh of pleasure came from her full, swollen lips and she swiveled her hips as she pulled up and then slammed back down, drawing an answering moan from his throat. The little witch had him exactly where she wanted him, helpless but happy. He was already thinking of reasons to call in sick today so they could stay and bed and continue making love all day long.
Like a cowgirl on a wild bull, she rode him fast and hard, their breathing coming in gasps and sweat trickling down their torsos. Her long dark hair hung in a curtain over her body, playing a game of peek a boo with her breasts. His hands found the pink tips, pinching them until they were rock hard and she was arching her back in pleasure.
His name fell from her lips like a prayer as they drove closer to that shimmering destination. Balls pulled up tight, the pressure in his lower back began to grow and his hand slid down her body to find her clit with his thumb, pressing and rubbing in circles.
Her channel clamped down on him as her orgasm hit her, setting off his own completion. His fingers flexed on her hips as he held her in place, his muscles rigid and his frame stiff. She fell against his chest when they were finished, her cheek over his heart. Not wanting to ever move, he stroked her back and hair, content to lie there with her all day if she wanted to. He’d never felt this close to a woman in his entire life, but then sex with Dizzy would never be mundane or boring. He should have known that. This was a woman that took everything she did from the ordinary and made it into a work of art.
So he was disappointed when she eventually began to stir, sliding off of him with a quick kiss to the lips.
“You have to go to work today.”
“Don’t want to. I’m the goddamn boss. They can’t fire me.”
Giggling, she laid on her side and ran a fingertip across his jaw, rough with a night’s stubble. “No, they can’t but they need you.”
“They can do without me. In fact, I’m thinking of retiring young. Work is overrated.”
Dizzy sat up, her cheeks pink with mirth. “Who is this man in my bed and what have you done with Easton Anderson? He’s a workaholic, so I know you’re an imposter.”
“It’s a spell,” he complained, throwing an arm over his eyes. The sun’s rays were coming into the room stronger than before. It was getting late. “You’re a witch and you’ve got me under a spell. I’m helpless against you. There ought to be laws or something. I’ve lost the will to work.”
“You’ll get it back once you’re in your office. Then you’ll remember that you’re a captain of industry. A fierce, tiger-like CEO.” She reached across him and retrieved his cellphone from the nightstand. “I bet you have dozens of emails that only you can deal with.”
She was probably right, but if he started looking at his phone then he’d be sucked into that world.
“You can’t make me go to work.”
“That’s true. You could spend the day with me, I suppose. I have to go to the post office, then the community center. I also need to stop at the grocery store and the dry cleaners.”
He didn’t want to do that either.
“You won’t stay in bed with me all day?”
“I can’t,” she said with a smile, shaking her head. “But if you work hard at the office today I’ll make sure that you’re well rewarded tonight.”
It was probably the best deal he was going to get.
“Fine, I’ll go to work. But I still think I’ve been placed me under a spell.”
It was either that or he’d fallen hopelessly in love. He wasn’t sure which was more frightening.