Part 13 (1/2)

Selena led him through the back of the supply room to a small exit in the rear, where stairs led up to her bedroom, which was on the other end of the hall from Sam, and about halfway from Vonnie's room. She'd decided about six years ago that she'd rather Vonnie hear what was going on in her room-not that anything ever did-than her son.

And vice versa.

No sooner did they move into the room than Theo was there, right there, his mouth on hers, his hands pulling the s.h.i.+rt from her shoulders. She began to shrug out of it, then realized that there was too much daylight and he'd see all her stretch marks and bulges-a crime next to his young body-and tried to pull it back over to cover her.

”We'll have none of that,” he murmured, firmly removing her hands and sliding the cotton from her shoulders, taking care not to sc.r.a.pe her wounds. ”You've been ogling me ... now it's my turn.”

Before she could reply, he had her bra undone and eased it down along her arms, leaving her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bare in the warm sun that shone through the window. Then he gathered her back up against him, torso to torso ... her curves pressing up against his solid muscle, warm skin to warm skin, the tenderness from her ganga ganga marks hardly noticeable. His arm locked around her back as he played with her mouth, his lips sliding over hers, fitting them sweetly together and then exploring with his tongue. marks hardly noticeable. His arm locked around her back as he played with her mouth, his lips sliding over hers, fitting them sweetly together and then exploring with his tongue.

She kissed him back, closing her eyes when the heat flooded her, their long kiss turning sleek and languorous.

Theo directed them smoothly to her bed, which she'd actually made this afternoon in antic.i.p.ation of the possibility of messing it up tonight. It wasn't quite as inviting as Vonnie's, with all the pillows and the thick blankets- And then she stopped thinking about anything but the large, warm hands covering her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she settled back down onto the bed. He had found her nipples, which now hardened into sensitive little tips, and he used his thumb to brush over one of them-back and forth, back and forth and around and around, until those little shooting pleasure-darts became long, strong tugs down deep below her belly ... where she was already swelling and throbbing, waiting for him.

Theo was on the bed next to her, one hand trailing over her breast, the other propping him up on the mattress next to her as he bent to kiss along her chin and jaw, and over to the side of her neck.

”You've got a h.e.l.l of a body,” he said, low and rough into her ear. ”I can't wait to see all of it.”

His hand left her breast and eased down over her belly, down beneath the waist of her jeans and to where his fingers threaded gently into the sensitive hair there. Gently, he made little circles with his fingers, tight beneath her panties, and let their very tips skim over the top of her l.a.b.i.a ... teasing, promising, making her s.h.i.+ft her hips in a little impatient jiggle. Yesss. Yesss.

Her eyes closed, and when she felt his warm, moist lips close over her breast, Selena jerked and gave a soft little cry. He chuckled, warm and close, over her nipple, then drew it long and hard into his mouth, sending another battery of those shooting pleasure-darts to her belly and below.

Suddenly, his fingers slipped lower, down into where she was hot and wet, finding her pulsing little core. She stiffened, jolted at the sudden surprise slides ... and then with one little stroke, like the flick of a switch, his magic fingers set her shuddering and exploding into a big, hot o.r.g.a.s.m.

”Oh,” she managed when she caught her breath, still feeling the delicious little heat licks spreading through her thighs and belly. Selena smiled as he s.h.i.+fted to kiss her, feeling better than she had in forever.

”The best is yet to come,” he murmured, as if reading her mind.

”I'm counting on it,” she replied, and, still loose and tingly, reached for the b.u.t.ton of his shorts.

He wasn't shy about helping her; and in moments, she had her hands full of a very happy, very hot and thick Theo. He let his head rest back and his eyes close as she gave him a few strokes for good measure, slow and easy ... and then tight and fast, tighter and faster, until his lips flattened to white and she felt his body gather up, ready to go over. And then, she eased up, slowing and watching the change on his face.

His eyes popped open, his expression filled with chagrin. ”That was almost too easy,” he said in a tight voice. He covered her hand with his, slowing her lazy strokes even further.

”We wouldn't want that, would we?” she asked, leaning over to kiss him with a deep thrust of tongue.

”How about we get on the same playing field, so to speak?” Theo said, removing her hand from where she still grasped him, and getting down to business with her jeans.

Selena didn't have time to worry about stretch marks or the wobbliness of her thighs, because he was fast and smooth. One minute, she was still packaged up, tight and swollen and hot in her jeans and panties, and the next, she was bare on the bed ... with a solid, warm body lining up next to hers.

His knee slid between hers, riding up gently to pressure her core as he gathered her close, kissing her sleekly on the mouth. The prod of his erection against her belly gave her a little s.h.i.+ver of antic.i.p.ation, and when he slipped a hand down to cup her breast, caressing and stroking lightly over her nipple, she arched into him, burying her face in his silky throat, feeling the ramrodding of his heart.

This is good. This is really really good. good.

Selena felt the matching throb between her legs with every draw of his lips over her nipple, the tease of his knee up into her, the damp of skin plastered against skin, salty and warm ... his smell, masculine and fresh...

She was done with the foreplay. With a dangerous little nip at his collarbone, Selena pulled away, planting her hands on his chest and shoving him back down when he would have risen to follow.

”Age before beauty,” she said, straddling him quickly.

For some reason, he found this wildly amusing, but his face lost all humor when she slipped him perfectly inside her and slid right down. Oh. Oh.

They both just froze for a minute, reveling in the beauty of the sensation. Selena tightened her muscles around him and his eyes, half-hooded, rolled back, flew open again. She smiled and did it again and then s.h.i.+fted in her position, enough that he could feel it ... but that she could really really feel it. feel it.

Just a little rocking motion. Pleasure rippled through her.

”Selena,” he said in a voice that sounded thin as a strained thread. ”Are you trying to kill me ... again?”

Her hands settled firmly on his pectoral muscles, she leaned forward and caught up his mouth for a good kiss. Rose then lowered her hips, and then he grasped them, held her in position, high and steady, as he slammed up and then eased down ... then again, hard and fast and intense.

The o.r.g.a.s.m caught her by surprise and she gasped as she pulled her face up and away from Theo, the waves rolling through her as she shuddered around him, her elbows weak and threatening to collapse. He thrust up once more and then yanked her down onto him as he gave a last heartfelt groan that sounded like her name.

She felt him explode inside her, felt the undulating of their bodies meld as she collapsed on him, hot and breathless and glorious.

Glorious.

She didn't move for a long time, her head resting on his chest, feeling the air rush in and out, lifting and lowering, the thud of his heart. The warmth of skin, of man, of comfort. His arm slid around her, his fingers stroking up and down her spine as if to say he was feeling the same way.

Then she ruined it.

She opened her eyes, and her gaze fell on the window. And she saw the low sun sending brilliant orange-red rays into the sky.

Night was coming.

Theo uncurled his toes and rebooted his brain. That... was . .. That... was . ..

He had no words to describe it, even to himself ... so he didn't even try. Instead, he held Selena, his face full of her hair; her warm, smooth skin burning into his. She felt so d.a.m.n good.

This first round of lovemaking ... well, it hadn't been his best. He'd been a little quicker on the trigger than he liked, but at least he'd made sure she was taken care of. There would be a second round, and a third ... and, he hoped, a mult.i.tude more. As soon as he recovered.

Then his eyes flew open. Son of a b.i.t.c.h. Son of a b.i.t.c.h.

He wondered if this was a good time to bring up the fact that they'd done nothing for contraception. He f.u.c.king knew better than that. He'd even been prepared, as much as one could be nowadays. Especially in a world where the more babies being made, the better to recreate the human race. But that wasn't reason enough to be sloppy. But then again ... What What were were the chances? the chances?

Before he could speak, she s.h.i.+fted and rolled off him, her arm sliding along his torso, her fingers giving him a little pat of what he interpreted as thanks as they trailed away and now she lay next to him. The open window brought a welcome s.h.i.+ft of air over his warm, damp skin.

”Um,” Theo said, manning up. ”c.r.a.p, Selena ... I didn't plan that very well.”

Her lips curved, but she didn't turn. ”Dare I ask what you mean, or is it going to get me in trouble?”

Poor choice of words. He plowed on. ”I didn't-we didn't-well, there's the chance you could get pregnant.”

She'd been lying there next to him, looking up at the ceiling, just as he had been. Now she rolled to face him and their noses were too close. Selena s.h.i.+fted back a bit, and her golden, wide-lipped face came into better focus.

”There's a chance, yes,” she said with a little laugh. ”But not only am I past my prime in that way, I'm also old enough to know when I'm most likely to conceive ... and right now, I'm not.” She smiled, and reached over to brush her finger over his lips. ”So I planned for both of us.”

She was so beautiful it made his breath catch- Beautiful physically, and in her confidence and ... something else ... wisdom. As if nothing surprised her. As if she'd seen it all, experienced it all ... and could drag herself through it. And still have a sense of humor.

This was, he thought again, a woman who's lived lived. Interesting. Compa.s.sionate. Confident.

Something loosened inside him as he looked at the delicate lines at the corners of her eyes and in the paper-thin skin beneath them, the little grooves cupping the corners of her mouth, the curve of her cheekbones and slender nose. He noticed for the first time the faintest brush of freckles over her skin. Her lips were wide and full and her thick, heavy hair tumbled over her face and neck.