A Cosmic Kind of Love(91)

Chris


It had so far been one of the best weekends I could remember.

Hallie had attended her event last night, I’d brought her back to Aunt Richelle’s, and we had a late-night supper together. I’d tried returning Kate’s call but couldn’t get her, so I decided to wait until Monday. That morning we’d gone for breakfast and enjoyed the seaside summer energy created by the tourists and then we’d returned to the house.

I wasn’t sure I knew how to spend a lazy day by the pool, but when Hallie walked out of my bathroom in a tiny polka-dot bikini I decided I’d learn.

With Aunt Richelle around, I was forced to keep any amorous thoughts to myself (though I’d deviously started planning ahead for the moment I’d get Hallie alone). We swam, we talked, Hallie and Aunt Richelle did most of the talking because they got along amazingly, and I felt at peace. I wasn’t itching to get up and do something, to be productive. I was just enjoying being with two of the most important people in my life.

And I knew I wanted more Sundays like this. With Hallie.

So many more.

Forever.

As much as I loved my aunt, I admit to feeling a rush of relief and anticipation when she announced she was taking Bandit on a lunch date with her friend who also had a dog. I waited until I was sure Richelle was gone.

The whole time my eyes were on Hallie, who flipped through an interior design magazine, her sunglasses perched on the end of her cute little nose.

It was a wonder she couldn’t feel the heat of my stare as my gaze traveled down her body, heat—and not from the sun—flushing my skin.

“Hallie.”

“Hmm?” She flipped another page.

“Let’s go up to the bedroom.”

She lifted her head to peer at me over her glasses. “Now?”

“Right now.”

“Hell yeah.” Hallie jumped off her lounger, throwing her shades and magazine on it.

I laughed at her enthusiasm, scrambled off my lounger, and grabbed her hand to hurry her toward the house.

As I led her over the threshold into the kitchen, I made the mistake of looking back at her. Her cheeks were flushed with anticipation, those beautiful blue eyes of hers hot with desire.

Suddenly it was imperative I make love to her immediately.

The bedroom was too far away.

Needing every inch of her wrapped around me, I turned and lifted Hallie into my arms, her little squeal of surprise making me grin. She instinctively clung to me, and I turned and took three long strides to the kitchen table and settled her on top of it.

Hallie squeezed her inner thighs against my hips, eyes wide. “Here?”

“I can’t wait,” I confessed, sliding my hand around her to cup her nape, to pull her up into my demanding kiss. She grasped on to me, her fingertips biting into my upper arms as I kissed her hard, deep. Needing to touch her everywhere, I caressed her body, frustrated even by the tiny scraps of her bikini that kept me from her bare skin.

Her moan vibrated in my mouth, making me feel more desperate.

Fuck, would this feeling ever go away?

How could I want her more and more as time went on? Cupping her breasts in my hands, massaging them through the thin damp fabric of her bikini, I rocked into her body, impatient to be inside her.

I reluctantly pulled away, panting against her now swollen lips as I pulled a condom out of my swim shorts before shucking them off to roll it on. The whole time I watched Hallie’s expression, the way her lust-filled gaze turned incredulous. “You had a condom in your swim shorts?”

I grinned unrepentantly. “I slipped it in when I saw you walk out of the bathroom in that bikini.”

Hallie giggled, the joyous sound hitting me in the chest like a deep ache. God, I was addicted to this woman. I reached for her mouth, wanting to capture the sound, as I curled my fingers around her bikini bottoms. Hallie arched her hips up, helping me to remove them, and they dropped to the floor by my shorts.

Then I checked her readiness, fingers searching gently. “Mi cielo,” I murmured thickly against her mouth before kissing her, licking at her tongue, desperate to deepen the kiss until she was overwhelmed with need.

Hallie drew me deeper between her legs, her fingers almost bruising on my back. She arched against me again, rubbing against me, beckoning me inside.

I gripped her by the thighs and pushed in.

“Mi cielo, mi cielo,” I murmured mindlessly as her heat surrounded me.

Hallie gasped, her inner thighs drawing up tight against my hips. I watched her, memorizing every feature, every expression, every shade of blue in her eyes as I thrust into her.

Her lips parted on a cry as I slipped my hand between our bodies and thumbed the bundle of nerves at her apex. Her head fell back, and I increased pressure as I circled her, glorying in the bite of her fingernails on my back, on the restless shifting of her hips as she reached for release.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I panted.

Hallie stiffened with a cry, and then she was throbbing in pulsing waves around me.

Anchoring her hips in my hands again, I lost myself in her. Hard, deep drives made Hallie cry out, prolonging her pleasure.

My climax hit with such force, my vision blurred as she took everything I had to give.

Everything.

Emotion made my heart race as I helped her off the table, as I wiped it down out of respect for my aunt, and then led Hallie upstairs to clean up in the shower. I gestured for her to go in first and followed her in.