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  “Look up.” It was a command.

  Janice dutifully tipped her head up to him. His kiss was soft, exploratory. She kissed him back. He made an approving sound in his throat.

  “Open for me.”

  She did, surrendering to his steady invasion of her senses. As his firm tongue slid into her mouth to explore, his hands spread across her stomach, one moving up and the other moving down. His left hand cupped a breast and kneaded it while his right hand slid into the juncture of her thighs. His hands were so big, she thought. So strong.

  His nose bumped hers and she gasped in pain. He immediately pulled back.

  “I hurt you,” he said. “I’m sorry.” His hand left her breast and stroked her cheek, a feather soft touch.

  The pain eased and she laughed huskily.

  “I guess I’m a bit beat up. I must look a mess.”

  Adrian smiled down at her. “Fishing for compliments? I’d have thought you’d get them in surplus.”

  Janice struggled to pull forward out of his arms, but he held her tight against him.

  “I wasn’t fishing,” she mumbled defensively. But damn, she’d just had her face punched out by an airbag. She felt like she’d gone twelve rounds in a boxing match with a much meaner opponent.

  Adrian shifted her body, turning her fully to face him.

  “You, Janice, are stunning. Beautiful. Even with a fat lip, black eyes, and a crooked nose.”

  “My nose isn’t crooked!”

  “Are you sure?”

  When she looked up into his eyes, she noticed that they had deep crinkles at the edges. Someone who laughed a lot. Her own wrinkles were caused by worry. The one that ran across her forehead must have been showing because he kissed her forehead, then soothed it with his thumb. He lightly traced his thumb down her nose.

  “I guess it is straight. Lovely and aristocratic.”

  “Thank you,” Janice whispered.

  “Let’s get you into bed,” he said.

  In a short second, Adrian was standing and had Janice up in his arms. She hooked her arm around his neck and hung on.

  “Damn, koulka mou. You need to eat more.”

  “I eat plenty.”

  “Unhuh,” he responded, sounding unconvinced.

  “What’s that word mean? Scarecrow?”

  “Koulka mou?” He smiled as he carried her back towards her bedroom. “It’s Greek. If you’re good, I might tell you sometime.”

  ***

  Adrian wasn’t exaggerating. She weighed nothing. The woman needed to up her calorie intake. She wasn’t weak though. Her arm around his neck was strong. She was bouncing back from the accident quickly.

  As he carried her, her hip pressed against his erection, the one he’d been sporting ever since she sighed during the back rub. The way her body had softened and relaxed under his fingers had been damned arousing.

  He pushed open the door to her bedroom, leaving the hall light on behind him. He’d like to turn the bedroom light on too, but he’d had enough experience with women over age thirty to know they preferred soft lighting. Despite Janice’s misguided assumption that he dated stereotypical blondes, he preferred character over perfection. He didn’t have a type. He’d dated women with all shapes of bodies, each individual, original. When he was younger, he’d considered it a personal course of study. Regardless of the woman’s shape, he was rarely disappointed in bed, if the woman desired him in return.

  Still, he found himself especially appreciating Janice’s sylphic figure. He liked the disparity between his large, masculine body and her slight, feminine one. He felt powerful, protective.

  He laid Janice across her bed, then stood, looking down at her. The combination of tenderness and desire surging through his body surprised him.

  “I am staying in here with you, right?”

  Janice worried her bottom lip as she stared up, wide-eyed. Such huge blue eyes.

  “Yes,” she said.

  Adrian undid his buttons in record time, shrugging out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor at his feet.

  She stared in admiration. He knew he looked decent. Daily workouts and an active life-style kept him in shape. He flexed his chest muscles and Janice’s mouth fell open.

  “I want to touch you.” She raised her hand up towards him.

  “Your turn.”

  “What?”

  “Take off your top. I want to see you.”

  Janice suddenly scrambled up and started herding him towards the door.

  “This is a bad idea. You have to leave.”

  “Whoa! Hold on there, Annie-get-your-gun. What just happened?”

  “I’m not ready for this.”

  Adrian stopped and stood his ground. Janice pushed against him uselessly.

  He guessed.

  “You don’t like your breasts?”

  “Let’s just say yours are better than mine.”

  Adrian scooped her up, carried her back to the bed and dumped her on it. He leaned down over her, caging her.

  “Maybe I should be the judge.”

  “I’ve had babies. Babies I breast-fed. I’m thirty-three. No corrective boob jobs.”

  “Thank Zeus for that,” Adrian said as he tugged up her pajama top.

  “No,” she cried.

  He stopped.

  “Janice, koulka. This is silly. Let me take your top off.”

  Janice lay still under him, contemplating.

  “Turn the light off.”

  “Not going to happen.”

  No problem. He’d simply kiss her into agreement.

  It took longer than he anticipated, but slowly, she unbent under him. He ventured a hand onto her chest and she stiffened but he persisted in his kisses. Gradually, she softened and even moaned. He worked her shirt up, pausing his sensual assault on her lips only long enough to tug the top over her head.

  He lowered himself to stretch out alongside her. He kept her mouth and mind busy with his kisses while he explored her breasts. When she was quite breathless, he kissed his way down her neck to one of her breasts. They were medium-sized and soft. So feminine. He zeroed in on one, sucking it into his mouth. He smiled around her nipple at her moaned response.

  He moved to her other breast and gave it similar treatment before heading lower. He licked and nipped her flat stomach and her little belly button. He slipped his fingers underneath her pajama bottoms to drag them down her hips and legs. Then she was bare to him.

  He leaned back and took in the rounded breasts, narrow waist, the gentle widening of her hips and the slim thighs that continued down to trim ankles and two pretty feet, the toe nails painted rosy red. He stroked her body reverently.

  “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

  He stood up and shucked his slacks, socks and shoes in record time and rejoined her on the bed. Pressing his hard body against her curves threatened his self-control. His cock pressed into her hip eagerly as he began kissing her again, sliding his fingers down between her legs. He stroked along the entrance of her vagina, petting the lips and circling her clit with his thumb. Her legs fell open. He slipped a finger into her. She was wet. That information terminated his self-control.

  Adrian levered himself up over her, wedging his legs between hers and positioned his cock against her entrance. She was slick and his penis slid about, frustrated, seeking entry.

  “Wait!”

  Adrian groaned.

  “I can’t. Janice, don’t say no now.”

  “Protection?”

  Shit.

  “You’re not on the pill?”

  “No,” Janice whispered.

  Well, damn. He was so far gone he hadn’t even thought about protection. He hadn’t slept with a woman without protection in...ever.

  He got up, dug through his pockets and pulled out his wallet. Thank heavens, there was one. The packaging was a bit worn. It’d been awhile since he’d had sex. Working too much. He ripped it open and rolled it on, remounting Janice, who’d watched him with bright e
yes. Her legs were closed again. He nudged them open once more and sank down between her thighs, repositioning for entry. He kissed her. She was quiet.

  “Where have you gone?” he asked her, pausing.

  “I’m here.”

  “No, you’re not. You’re somewhere off in your head and you’ve left me here alone. I want all of you.”

  She pressed up against him and breathed out against his neck.

  “Really?”

  “More than I’ve wanted anyone in a very long time. Years. I fucking forgot about protection. I never do that. You mess with my head, koulka mou.”

  “I do?” She sounded pleased.

  She arched up against him again and he nearly ejaculated as she parted her thighs invitingly, positioning her legs around his hips.

  “Fuck.”

  She dug her heels into his lower back to pull him forward.

  He slid directly into her. He squeezed his eyes shut. It was the most erotic, satisfying moment he could remember. He stopped thinking and began to stroke. He would have to take care of her afterwards because at this moment he could not hold back. He came in an embarrassingly quick minute.

  Had to be both his hottest and most humiliating sexual experience combined.

  ***

  Janice panted under Adrian’s prone body. That was it then. She’d just experienced her second lover ever. She waited for regret of her betrayal to Karl’s memory to bloom. It didn’t. All she felt was her own sexual frustration, of being left unsatisfied.

  Great. The man had the body of a god, but he was more like Karl than expected. Maybe most men were like this. Decent guys out of bed, but inept lovers. Things had been good at the start with Adrian convincing her that he found her breasts attractive. Which was in and of itself quite a feat because they certainly weren’t the pert things they’d been when she was twenty. She’d actually forgotten about their imperfection because he seemed to like them.

  “God, Janice. I’m sorry. You’re so damn hot and I wanted you so badly that I lost control.”

  He eased out of her and rolled to her side.

  “Let me clean up and I’ll be right back.”

  Janice waited alone on the bed staring up at her ceiling. She felt her desire ebbing away, her body chilling, her headache returning. She closed her eyes and sighed in resignation.

  She felt the dip of the mattress as he settled back down next to her.

  “Koulka mou, that was mind-blowing.”

  He licked and nipped at her neck, moving down into the hollow at her throat to suck softly at her skin. She felt her desire twinge again.

  “Now we need to make sure your mind gets blown too.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. He wasn’t done?

  He resumed attention to her breasts, murmuring about how soft and sexy they were. He spent a long time sucking, kissing and licking them. When he released a breast and nipped sharply on her nipple, she felt her body spike like lightning down through her core.

  He set a course down her body, licking and nipping until he’d positioned his face at the juncture of her thighs. The first lick of his tongue on her clit nearly sent her sailing off the bed. He held her down and pressed her thighs further apart. Janice relaxed and forgot about everything except the sensations he roused in her body. The rising tension from his tongue lapping at the opening of her vagina and between her petal lips was all-consuming. Then he latched onto her clit and began to suck with just the right amount of rhythm and pressure. She arched up greedily into his mouth.

  In the past, in her marriage, she’d worked hard to get fully aroused. Worries, obligations, day-to-day events persistently intruded into her mind, while she was having sex. Amazingly, at this moment, she felt so lost in physical pleasure that she couldn’t focus on any clear thought. Ideas hovered out beyond her conscious awareness but she couldn’t reach them. Sensations throbbing in her body blotted out any fully formed thoughts.

  When her orgasm came, she felt like her head exploded. Fireworks. The ricocheting waves crested, receded, crested. What the hell was that? She’d had orgasms, but this was like packed dynamite going off in her body. Finally, it tapered, leaving her boneless. She couldn’t have moved in that moment had the house caught fire.

  Then he started sucking and licking her again. As the first orgasm receded another one began to build. No way. Was it possible for her body to do this? She didn’t want to stop it. She couldn’t stop it anyway. Her body was a train steaming full bore ahead, Adrian the conductor feeding the hungry engine. She submitted. Adrian slid one finger, then a second finger into her core and began alternating the rhythm of his mouth with the stroking of his hand. Her body tightened up into a tense bundle of a thousand nerves and then blew. Wildly, out of control. Her inner muscles contracted hard over and over around Adrian’s fingers.

  Then Adrian was up on top of her again. He kissed her with a knowing, happy grin. She could taste herself on him.

  “Was that sufficiently mind blowing?”

  She moaned. “Oh god, Adrian!”

  Then she felt his aroused cock nudging her thigh.

  “Janice…I don’t have another condom. Do you?”

  “No.”

  He cursed and rubbed against her, pressing her body into the bed.

  “I want you again already.”

  “Are you asking me to take a risk? I can’t, Adrian.”

  He rolled away.

  “I know. It was stupid of me to suggest it.”

  “But…I want to take care of you.”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “I just need a minute to charge back up.”

  Adrian chuckled.

  “I’m good, aren’t I?”

  “There was a moment when I wondered.”

  “Hey, I apologized.”

  Janice giggled.

  “And made up for it. Twice.”

  She lifted herself up and gazed down at him. Their eyes met and held. She knew hers were full of satisfaction. His were full of revived desire.

  He stroked her cheek.

  “You tasted like manna.”

  She smiled as she trailed her fingers over the ripples of his chest and stomach.

  “So pretty. I wonder what you taste like.”

  “Pretty? That’s just what a man loves to hear in bed.”

  “Nonetheless.” She dipped her head and began kissing his chest. She settled over a round, brown nipple and sucked. He moaned and reached for her.

  “No-no,” she discouraged him. “It’s my turn.”

  He crossed his arms behind his head and propped up, watching her.

  There was so much chest to explore. A dusting of dark hair started at the base of his throat, spreading out and down to his belly button. She licked the fine hair wet, then blew it dry until it tickled him. His skin stretched smooth, taut across his stomach. She ran the tip of her tongue through the grooves between the muscles, traveling across every route. His hard-on bumped under her chin and he grunted in desire.

  “Janice, please.”

  She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and put her mouth against the head. She began with soft, tentative licks. His personal, musky odor was pleasant, appealing. She grew bolder, sucking the sides of his cock and swirling her tongue up and down his length. Finally, after several minutes of torture, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked the head in. The taste of his pre-cum was light, tangy on the back of her throat.

  “Fuck, Janice.”

  It thrilled her to be in control. She began sucking in earnest, sliding her tongue around the head, down the sides. She tightened her fingers around the base and began to stroke him into her mouth. She relaxed her jaw enough to let him slide all the way in against the back of her throat.

  “Holy fucking Christ, Janice.”

  He began pumping his hips up into her mouth and within a few minutes he released against her throat. She kept her mouth around the head of his cock, swallowing. She’d never done that before.
He trembled, then quieted under her, his breathing ragged. She let his softening cock pop out of her mouth.

  Adrian reached down and dragged her up his body. He caught her chin with his hand and kissed her hard.

  “That was, bar none, amazing. Thank you.”

  Janice laughed. Well. That felt good.

  Adrian tucked her in next to him and pulled the sheet up over them.

  “Sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

  Janice drifted to sleep, cuddled into Adrian’s warm body, wondering what he wanted to talk about.

  ***

  Adrian woke to the smell of fresh coffee and frying bacon. He stretched. He hadn’t slept that solidly in ages. Work was a constant stress. Despite being behind on several jobs, his engineers didn’t seem to feel the oncoming crisis of the delays like he did. The companies they were producing for could pull out anytime, causing a financial disaster. Only Adrian’s relationship with their executives kept these projects afloat.

  This morning, none of that mattered. He’d had amazing sex and by the stirrings in his body, he wanted it again. First thing. Coffee. Second. A quick run to the shop for a box—economy-sized—of condoms.

  He rolled out of Janice’s bed and used her bathroom. He pulled on his boxers and wandered out into the kitchen. He saw her before she saw him. She stood at the window looking out into the garden. She wore a clingy t-shirt and cotton shorts that hung low on her narrow hips. Her hair was swept up in a French twist again. He wanted to free it and run his fingers through its silky length.

  The morning light bathed her face, revealing the extent of her bruises and he felt a momentary stab of guilt at bedding a woman who’d just had an accident. The bruises didn’t detract from the beautiful shape of her nose and lips, nor the deep blue of her eyes as she turned to look at him. The sun lit her pale hair like a halo around her head. It punched him in the gut and his chest contracted. He actually stumbled slightly. He realized he wanted to wake up to her face every morning.

  “Hi,” she greeted him. “I’ve got coffee and breakfast. Hungry?”