Julie Ortolon - Almost Perfect

A little privacy to do what? All her thoughts from the first day returned, about Joe having a camp full of nubile counselors to pick from. She glanced sideways to find him watching her. "What?"

His lips quirked. "Do you know how easy it is to look at your face and tell what you're thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking anything." Heat rose in her cheeks.

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. "Well, the answer to the question you weren't thinking is no. I don't have wild orgies in the office with the camp counselors. They're kids, Maddy." He looked straight into her eyes. "I like my women a little more mature than that."

Her breath turned shallow. Was he saying he wanted to sleep with her? "Some of them are older than you and I were when we were dating."

His brows snapped together. "God, were we really that young? Ever?"

"We were. Which sort of proves my point that I was too immature to get married back then. I panicked and I made a mistake."

"I thought you said you wouldn't trade your years with Nigel for anything." A bitter edge crept into his voice. "But then, oh yeah, you loved him."

"Are you saying I didn't love you?"

He looked away without answering.

She sat, gripping her cup, trying to figure him out. One moment he was practically hitting on her, the next he was back to being angry over their breakup. How could she know how to act or what to say when he gave her such mixed signals?

"I need more wine." She stood and hurried inside. In the kitchen she braced both hands on the counter and dropped her head forward. Fear and confusion and a crazy hope that refused to die left her shaky.

A soft sound told her Joe had followed. Turning, she looked at him, and wanted him more than she ever had in the past. She wanted the wonderful caring, compassionate, yet still wounded man who stood before her. To love him and heal him and be healed in his arms.

"What are we doing here, Joe? What is going on between us? What do you want from me?"

Without a word, he walked to her, set his cup beside hers and took her head in both hands. For a moment, he simply stared down into her eyes, long enough for the barriers to drop away. Long enough for her to see the hunger he'd kept hidden. Then slowly he lowered his head.

A whimper escaped her when he covered her mouth with his. Her world tilted. She gripped the counter at her back and accepted all the pent-up desire he poured into her. Took from her.

He deepened the play of lips and tongue, taking her mouth as if starved for the taste of her, then tightened his fingers in her hair. Lifting his head, he stared at her again. "You want to know what I want, Maddy? I want you. I don't think I've ever stopped wanting you."

A part of her leapt with glee even as another part of her remembered how much her body had changed since the last time they'd made love. "I'm not the same girl I was back then."

"I don't want a girl. I want you." His mouth was on hers again, his lips molding hers, his tongue sweeping deep inside.

As if he'd hit some hidden switch, her reservations vanished and years of buried need ignited inside her. Her mouth went from accepting to ravenous in a flash. He pulled back, startled. She gripped the front of his camp shirt and rose up on her toes to keep the kiss from being broken.

With a groan, he pinned her against the counter, his hips tight against hers. His hands held her still as his mouth grew rougher. His tongue plundered, taking everything she offered and demanding more.

His erection rose against her soft belly, making her head spin with thoughts of having him inside her. Greedy now, she rubbed against him, wanting more, and wanting it right now. In answer, he swept a hand down the back of her leg and lifted it high against his hips. His hardness connected with her aching center and nearly sent her straight over the edge.

Panic jerked her back.

She slapped both her hands flat against his chest as she tore her mouth free. "Okayokayokay!" She struggled not to hyperventilate as spots danced before her eyes. "Ohmygod!" She saw his frown of confusion and laughed, although it sounded slightly insane. "I think I need to warn you… it's been a really long time since 1 did this. I mean a really, really long time."

His frown deepened. "Are you telling me to stop?"

"No! Good God, no." Another shaky laugh came out. "I'm just warning you I feel like a whole case of dynamite that's about to… go off."

A purely male smile tugged at his lips. "Good thing I'm rated expert in handling explosives."

His mouth descended again. Before she quite knew how, she was perched on the edge of the counter with both her legs wrapped tightly about his hips. His hands were inside the legs of her shorts and under her panties, cupping her bare bottom as he moved against her through layers of clothes. The sheer pleasure of it made her head fall back. Taking advantage, he moved to her neck, teasing her pulse to a faster pace.

Then his hips shifted, struck just the right angle, and pleasure shot through her in a blinding flash. Arching her back, she gasped in shock. Fireworks went off throughout her body, then she drifted slowly and ever so sweetly back to earth.

She opened her eyes to find him staring at her with a look of amused wonder.

"Did you just…?"

"Oh yeah." She laughed and blushed. "Sorry."

"Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how hot that was? I nearly came myself."

"Don't you dare," she ordered, then blushed even more. "I mean-"

"Not until I get inside you, I swear." He shuddered when she licked his neck. "I hope."

"I did try to warn you."

"I may forgive you." He pressed kisses along her hairline. "On one condition. Lose the shirt. I'd rip it off myself but my hands are kind of full." He squeezed her bottom to demonstrate.

She glanced toward the sliding glass door where sunlight poured in. "Do you think we could close the draperies first?"

"Why?" He pulled back. "No one can see in."

"I know. It's just really bright in here."

He wiggled his brows. "I know."

"Joe, I'm not kidding." She crossed her arms over her breasts. "I'm not the same girl you remember. I'm thirty-two years old. I have… bulges. And cellulite. As much as I am dying to see you naked, I would prefer you not see me all that clearly."

"You want to see me naked?" The thought clearly flattered him.

" 'See' you naked?" She snorted. "I want to draw you naked. Preferably while I have my clothes on."

He considered it a moment. "Okay. Now, open your shirt."

Her heart skipped. "Are you saying you'll let me draw you?"

He arched a dark brow. "Those buttons better start popping open in the next two seconds, or they'll be popping off."

"All right, all right." She untied the shirttail at her waist. "Jeez, you are so demanding."

"Yeah, and I can tell you find it a real turnoff."

He was right, she realized. This alpha male side of him thrilled her on a purely primal level. Her nerves sparked with little thrills as she opened the shirt, then held in her stomach as best she could before spreading it open to hang on either side of her breasts.

His hot gaze fell to the abundant swells of creamy flesh over the bronze-colored bra. Feeling wicked and female, she unsnapped the clasp between the cups and parted the bra slowly. The brush of air puckered her nipples to aching peaks.

His expression went blank as he stared down at her, transfixed. "God, how can you be even more beautiful?"

She wanted to point out that she wasn't. She was bigger, true, but she wasn't as firm.

He didn't seem to care. Almost reverently, he pulled his hands from her shorts and cupped both breasts, stroked them softly. With her hands on the counter, she arched back, offering herself to him. -Glorious pleasure filled her at the feel of him lifting the weight of her breasts, at his mouth suckling one nipple and his fingers teasing the other.

Her legs tightened about his waist as pleasure built and built, then burst again, as bright and wondrous as it had been the first time.

He chuckled against her breasts, but she refused to be embarrassed this time. As her senses cleared, she grabbed his shirt and tugged, wanting to get to bare skin.

In one swift move, he had his shirt off and sailing for the far corner. He started to return to feasting on her breasts, but she held him back so she could have her turn touching him. Oh wow. He felt even better than she'd expected, she marveled as she ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms.

The tattoos were like Celtic armbands, but the designs were Native American. They distracted her only briefly before she moved on to his torso. Her mouth watered as she learned his contours with her eager hands.

His muscles twitched at a touch here, a caress there, but he held himself rigidly still, allowing her to explore. When she leaned forward, though, to lick one flat, male nipple, his control snapped.

"Okay, that's it." He scooped her off the counter. "If I don't get inside you quick, this will all be over."

He strode toward the bed with her arms and legs wrapped about him. They tumbled onto the mattress, pulling at their remaining clothes until they were finally naked and free. And he was kissing her. Kissing her the way he always had. Long and deep, as if he could kiss her forever.

Her whole body sang with joy as he rolled her onto her back. He'd pulled a condom from somewhere and had it on with lightning speed. When he settled between her thighs, bracing himself on his straight arms so he could watch her, she smiled up at him and stroked his hard abs.

Nothing existed but the two of them and this moment. She lifted her hips in invitation. And when he sank slowly, fully, into her, stretching her and filling her, she laughed and came apart again, just like that. Just from the feel of him inside her once again.

"I love the way you laugh," he said in a low rumble, rotating his hips.

She smiled weakly and out of breath as he moved inside her. "I love the way you make me laugh."

She waited for him to take her hard and fast, in a blinding race toward fulfillment, but somewhere along the way, he'd learned restraint-learned that prolonged pleasure burned hotter and sweeter.

Slowly, he drove her mad with long, deep, calculated thrusts. She felt half crazed and on the verge of begging by the time he lowered his body over hers and took her mouth in a fevered kiss.

Yes, she wanted to shout as she moved her hands down his back and cupped the tight backside she'd drooled over since seeing him again. She squeezed the flexing muscles, pulling him to her as she lifted her hips. Finally he gave himself over to that wild rush toward the pinnacle. They reached it together, and hung suspended for a moment, before he collapsed on top of her, boneles.s and spent.

"Oh God yes." She laughed again as she wrapped her arms about him. "I think I could do that about five more times."

He moaned into the pillow. "I thought you just did. At least five times."

"I said five more times."

Groaning, he rolled off of her the best he could on such a narrow bed and draped an arm over his eyes. "Okay, I'm game. Just… give me a minute. Or ten. To catch my breath."

She snuggled against him with her head on his shoulder. "And here I thought Rangers were tough."

"Honey…" He lifted his arm to look at her. "If I weren't, we never would have made it to the bed."

"I'm not that heavy."

"No, but you are that hot." He kissed her forehead, stroking her hair. "And that beautiful."

Ducking her head, she bit her lip to hold back a rush of words. It was all so much, so fast. Was either one of them ready for where they might be headed?

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Joe grumbled as his butt grew chilled.

"It wasn't that hard."

"Actually, at the time, it was very hard. That's how you caught me in a weak moment." He felt ridiculous, lying facedown on Maddy's bed, bare-ass naked while she sat in the big armchair across the room drawing him.

"Trust me." She laughed. "You and the word 'weak' do not belong in the same sentence."

With his weight on his elbows, he watched her over his shoulder. She'd closed the drapes and set candles on every conceivable surface "for effect." The play of light over her face and hair provided a nice distraction. An even better distraction was the fact that the red Chinese silk robe she'd put on barely covered the vital regions. With the way she sat, curled up in the chair, he had a good view of thoroughly female thighs. Plus, each time she reached for a different color in the box of pastels, the robe gaped down the front, teasing him with glimpses of her breasts.