Falling for Autumn, page 13
“Sorry, I fell asleep after I got out of the shower. I only woke up because I heard you knocking.”
Her mouth was still moving, but he barely comprehended her words. He was too mesmerized by the sight of her in a thin piece of white fabric that was clinging to all her soft curves. Her hair draped over her shoulders in tendrils of curls, evidence that she’d washed it.
“Can you wait for ten minutes while I get dressed quickly?” She moved aside so he could enter the villa. He barely recalled shutting the door. He was already following her to her suitcase located in the bedroom.
“I have several missed calls from the girls. Did they send you to get me?”
She’d asked him a question. He’d heard it, and by the look on her face, she expected him to answer it.
“No.” There, he’d answered. She looked at him inquisitively, oblivious to the inner struggle he was having. He could see the outline of her nipples through the material and wondered if she was wearing any panties since she wasn’t wearing a bra. The fact that he didn’t know for sure was driving him crazy.
“I should probably wear a dress.” She walked over to the closet and began shuffling through hanging dresses. Every time she moved, his eyes zoned in on the natural jiggle of her round, spankable butt. Then she had the nerve to slightly bend over and look through her shoes before returning to the dresses.
She was still talking, and he was pretty sure she was still asking him questions, but he couldn’t stay focused. He’d only just noticed her phone was docked on a speaker and slow music was filling the room. “Are you doing this on purpose?” he asked, finally finding his voice. Her hands stopped moving and she peered at him over her shoulder.
“Not at first,” she said, turning around to face him. “I hadn’t thought about my lack of clothing until you stopped talking and just stared at me. So I figured I could get embarrassed or do something about it.”
He swallowed hard. “Seeing you when you opened the door rendered me speechless.”
“You finally found your voice.”
“Barely.” His voice had gone from deep to downright husky. The catch in her breath proved she had heard it, too. He was done dancing around their limitless attraction. Done holding back on something he knew was meant to happen.
He walked over to her. Slow...purposeful. With each step he took, he kept his eyes concentrated on her, enjoying the way her chest heaved in and out the closer he got. From the start, timing had been everything for them, but right now he didn’t give a damn about anything but her.
When he reached her, he dropped his forehead to hers and closed his eyes, relishing the way her clean scent filled his nostrils. He didn’t want to rush this. He needed to savor her. Cherish her. She meant too much for him to rush. He lifted his forehead and gazed into her eyes. Her hazel eyes sparkled with light brown and gold flecks, potent arousal evident in the way she stared back at him.
Her hands rose to his shirt, and she unbuttoned it slowly. Every finger that grazed his chest left a hot trail where she’d just touched. She eased the shirt off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Next, her hands went to the belt of his slacks. He kicked them to the side to join his shirt.
She trailed a finger down his stomach before rolling her tongue over the crevices of his abs. Her tongue was hot and the moisture was causing him to become even more aroused. He couldn’t wait anymore. He had to see her.
His hands reached the bottom of her nightie, and slowly he pulled the material up her body. Within seconds, he’d confirmed his suspicions. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and the thin patch of hair leading to the object of his desire was so beautiful, his mouth dried.
By the time he pulled the fabric over her perfect breasts, he was sure he was already drooling. He yanked the rest off her body and tossed the nightie to join his discarded clothes. He wasn’t sure what to expect when he had her naked, but he’d hoped that she wouldn’t get nervous and try to cover herself. He was relieved when instead of being bashful, she let him have his fill. He watched the goose bumps rise on every part of her body that his eyes landed on. The fact that he could make her shiver just by looking at her made it even more impossible to take things slow.
Without warning, he picked her up in his arms and placed her in the middle of the bed. He took another long look at her curvaceous body before he started placing kisses all over it. With each kiss, he was rewarded with a moan. He hovered over her lips, wanting to kiss her, but refusing to do so. Their kisses were so intense, so passionate, that he knew the moment would move along even quicker if that happened. And he wanted to keep it slow so badly.
His perusal of her body was momentarily paused when her brown nipples hardened, begging to be suckled. He popped one breast in his mouth, kneading the nipple with his tongue. She cried out and jerked a little off the bed. He moved to the other nipple, repeating the same move and eliciting the same response from her.
“Please,” she moaned when he started massaging her breasts. “Please.”
He knew what she was asking for, but he wasn’t finished yet. “There’s so much more I want to do to you, Autumn Dupree.”
“I know,” she said with a sigh. “But my body is craving to have you inside me.”
He closed his eyes at her words. Having a woman crave to have you inside her felt good. But having Autumn Dupree admit that she craved to have him inside felt pretty damn amazing.
She was already squirming underneath him and tugging at his boxers. He stood to remove them and save her the trouble. Then he walked over to his pants, found his wallet and took out one of two condoms he was glad he’d had sense enough to bring. She was watching his every move, licking her lips whenever he glanced at her.
“If you keep doing that, I may just take you up on your offer and skip the foreplay.”
“If I don’t feel you inside me right now, I may just have to do the honors myself because all I know is having you inside me is the only thing on my mind, and has been for weeks.”
Damn. She wins. “You can’t say shit like that to me and expect me not to react,” he said as he joined her back on the bed. “I’m not just going slowly for you, I’m going slowly for me. I don’t want to hurt you, and I’ve never desired to be inside anyone as much as I want to be inside you.”
Her light eyes intensified, and before he knew what was happening, she was dragging his lips to hers. One flick of her tongue and he lost all ability to think straight. She may have kissed him first, but he took over the kiss within seconds. She’d successfully pushed him over the edge and he was drowning in her taste. Her scent. The fact that her legs were wrapping around his waist.
When he felt himself near her opening, he entered two fingers in her to see if she was wet enough. She bucked off the bed and moaned into his ear.
“Damn, Autumn. You are so wet.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
He removed his fingers and she immediately moaned in disapproval. He planted himself back in line with her opening and gently began pushing himself inside her. She was so tight, and it took some effort to control his movements to ensure he didn’t hurt her. When he was halfway in, he stopped to make sure she was okay. But Autumn wasn’t having it. She lifted her hips so that he slipped in even more.
Oh, crap. If he survived the onslaught of pleasure ricocheting throughout his body, he had to make sure he remembered to tell her how much he enjoyed whatever movement she was making.
Minutes later, he was fully embedded in her body and the moment felt so surreal, he had to keep his eyes open to make sure it was really happening. She was still adjusting to his size, but he felt her body relax and when it did, he began to move.
“That feels amazing,” she said when he increased his pace. “Don’t stop what you’re doing.”
Oh, there was no way he was going to stop. Not until they both released the sexual tension that had been building for weeks. Maybe even longer than that. He didn’t forget that she’d admitted the night in the alley had been her first orgasm brought on by oral sex or sexual intercourse. Had he known it had been her first orgasm, there was no doubt in his mind that he would have done something more special.
The louder she moaned, the more he increased the movement of his hips. He could tell she was getting close to having an orgasm. She just needed a little push.
He lifted her legs at an angle that he knew would hit her G-spot and knew he’d found it when she squealed and began to meet him pump for pump. She had been alternating between opening and closing her eyes, but now her eyes were open.
“Keep them open,” he said as he slowed the rhythm of his hips so she could watch him thrust in and out of her. Some women weren’t into that sort of thing and they’d rather just have sex and not pay attention to how it looked when their bodies connected. He took a chance that Autumn would enjoy it and he got her answer when fascination danced in her eyes.
“I think I’m close.” Good. He wanted to watch her face when she came, and there was no way he was missing it. After a slight adjustment, he increased his movements even more and felt his own desire threatening to spill over. But he wanted to wait until she had her experience first.
He didn’t have to wait long. Within minutes, she let out a cry as her body convulsed and her vaginal muscles squeezed him, holding him hostage. Just the act alone of watching her release a strong orgasm was enough to push him over the edge. Usually he could gauge how strong his orgasms would be, but tonight, his judgment was off because his body jerked harder than he’d anticipated. Even as he came down from the high, he could still hear his own groan ringing in his ears. He fell to the bed beside Autumn.
What the hell was that? He’d never experienced anything that powerful before, and although he’d stuck to his limit and had only one orgasm, he definitely didn’t feel in control of the situation. There was no doubt in his mind the minx lying beside him was the one holding his heart in her hand, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
Chapter 15
His lovemaking was unforgiving. That was the only way she could describe it. Making love to Ajay was easily the most amazing thing she’d ever experienced. It demanded certain emotions from her body. Provoked feelings she’d never felt before. And even though she knew she should be nervous that he had such a hold on her mind and her body, instead she felt liberated. Uninhibited. Enlightened.
She glanced back at Ajay, who was walking behind her. In khaki shorts, a cream T-shirt and white-and-beige polo shoes, he looked good enough to eat. Either that, or she was still thinking about how good he looked naked.
After they’d had sex last night, he had spent the rest of the night massaging her body, collecting on the foreplay that she’d made him skip, causing her to have two more orgasms.
Earlier that morning, she’d found that she’d gotten only two additional texts last night. One from Danni and another from Summer. Both said they figured she was still with Ajay but reinforced the fact that both of them needed to meet the group for breakfast before the hiking competition. She’d confirmed they would both be there, but truthfully, she would have much preferred to stay naked in the bed with Ajay.
“What in the world made them pick a hiking competition?”
“What’s wrong with hiking?” she said with a laugh. During breakfast, Ajay had been grumpy, and when she’d asked what was wrong he told her that he had wanted to stay in bed with her and continue what they started last night. It wasn’t lost on her that he’d had only one orgasm, but she planned on changing that tonight.
“Nothing is wrong with hiking up a small hill, but there is nothing small about this mountain we’re climbing. It’s ninety-five degrees out here.”
He was right. They had already been hiking for two hours. Winter and Taheim had thought it would be a good idea to separate them into teams of two and make it a competition. Along the hike, they had to find different-colored small flags and pick them up. The first team to the top with all ten flags won.
“We only have three more flags to get.” He groaned at her comment. “How about we talk about something to take your mind off the hike? You put in a lot of work last night, so your body is probably just tired.”
“Okay, let’s talk, then.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“Um, let’s talk about how sexy you look naked.”
“I’m serious, Ajay.”
“Me, too.” He chuckled. “You look amazing in clothes, like these short blue-jean shorts and tank you’re wearing. But you look breathtaking without a stitch of clothing.”
She smiled even though he couldn’t see her. “Thank you, but I mean it. Let’s talk about something other than me being naked.”
“If you insist. Hmm, let’s see. Since being here, I’ve decided to be a guest speaker for a program in Chicago that aids women released from prison.”
“Oh, really? How did you come to that decision?”
“My mom has volunteered for the program for over fifteen years.”
“Wow. I swear, Mrs. Reed is so fierce. Love that about her.”
“She is. She’s been trying to convince me to speak at the program for years, but I always turn her down. My dad even called and asked me to speak a month and a half ago because he took my mom on vacation so she couldn’t do it. But I wasn’t ready to speak then. Being here has made me reevaluate a lot of things and do some self-reflection.”
“I know what you mean. Bora Bora has had the same impact on me.” She stopped walking and turned to face Ajay. “What does your mom want you to talk about?”
His face tensed. “My life growing up with a mother who was in and out of jail. The program isn’t just for women released from prison. It’s for their families, too. She thinks by sharing my story, I can help the kids.”
“I agree. I think sharing your story with them is extremely brave and has the possibility of helping a child who is currently going through what you’ve been through. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks,” he said as some of the tension released from his face. “I’m not brave. I’m just doing it to try to help others.”
He looked as though he wanted to tell her more, but he was silent for a while. He seemed content to just stand there and look at her. She let him, hoping that she was giving him the support he needed.
“When I turned nineteen, I ran into my birth mom in our old neighborhood. Even though I hadn’t lived there, I still went to visit my grandmother’s friend, who was still living at the time. Immediately, I could tell she was strung out on drugs again. She looked a mess and she begged me to give her money. When I refused, she went crazy and started causing a scene right on the street. I gave her the money just to make her go away. Months later I heard that she got arrested.”
She glanced around at the path they were on and motioned for him to sit next to her on a couple of large rocks. “What did she get arrested for?”
“For armed robbery, which she subsequently did to support her drug habit. I sometimes wonder if talking to her would have changed the outcome. Back then, I felt guilty for being adopted by the Reeds. I hadn’t even thought about her that much until we saw each other in the street that day.”
“She wasn’t there for you like a mother should be. You can’t be upset at yourself for moving on with your life and hoping for a better hand than the one you were dealt.”
“I think that’s another reason why I felt guilty. I’ve felt as if I was a part of the Reed family since I was seven years old. There’s a lot that I block out from my past, but I know my past is what made me who I am today.”
She picked up on words that he hadn’t yet spoken aloud. “But there are some decisions you made in the past that you would change, right?”
“Exactly. Years later, I wish I could take back how I handled the situation when I heard she was out of jail and had been clean for two months.”
Suddenly, she understood all too well the guilt he was probably carrying around. “What happened?”
He sighed and leaned his elbows back on the rock. “My mom had called me a few days after my twenty-fifth birthday to tell me that my birth mother was in the women’s-aid program and she’d asked about me. My mom wanted me to talk to her and encourage her to stay clean, and build a new relationship with her. I went to the aid program that day and watched her through the window. She was waiting in the corner of the room and she looked so fragile. So broken. Years of pain and hurt reflected on her face. And I froze. I realized that I wasn’t ready to talk to her. I wasn’t sure what I would say or if I even wanted a relationship with her. I think I watched her from that window for ten minutes before I finally went back to my car.”
As Ajay rehashed every emotion he felt as he looked through that window, her heart broke for him. He took a break and looked out at the trees blowing in the wind. “Two months after I saw her through the window, she overdosed. I never got a chance to make amends. Never got a chance to tell her how I felt or to figure out if she, too, wanted to make amends. I never got a chance to hear her side of the story and learn what happened in the years we’d been apart.”
She hadn’t even noticed tears had fallen down her face until she felt his hand brush them away.
“I already know what you’re thinking, and I’ve never forgiven myself for losing out on the opportunity to speak with her one last time.”
“That’s not what I was thinking, Ajay.” She wiped a few remaining tears. “My father always told me that you couldn’t unring the bell. All you can do is move forward. That night it wasn’t Ajay, the man, looking through that window. It was Ajay, the boy. The kid who had to grow up way too fast and saw way too much to be so young. You were frustrated. Angry. Hurt. Confused. She’d put you through hell and back and when you saw her through the window, all the emotions you felt came flooding back all at once.”
