Vivian Arend - Turn It On

She laughed and walked toward the bedroom. “Seriously, guys and their cars. Forget I asked. I guess we’re back to option one or two.”

Ryan followed her. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off before they’d even had a chance to really get to know each other. He would give them more time to see if his brother needed to become an issue. He’d find some way to deal with it, eventually.

“You use the same ring tone I do,” he pointed out, trying not to get too distracted watching her dress. He glanced at his watch. Maybe he could arrange a return visit to his place when their chores were complete.

She smiled back at him. “Wagner rocks.”

* * *

It was early afternoon before they received the call to say the security installation was complete. Which was fine with Ryan, since it was well after lunch before he finally let her out of bed where they’d returned once their morning commitments were complete. He spent a long time simply touching Maxine, watching her reactions to his caresses and enjoying her ready ability to flush. She slowly became more vocal about what she liked as they went along and he eagerly obliged each of her requests. By the time the call arrived they were both sated.

Heading up the path to her front door, he tugged their joined hands, pulling her against him. He kissed her, needing another taste of her lips. She was becoming a serious addiction and he wasn’t sure he wanted to be free of her. In fact, there was something that would make their situation even better and he’d forgotten to mention it before.

“What do you think about us both getting checked out at the doctor? And would you be willing to get the shot for birth control? I want to make love with nothing between us.” He kissed the spot in her neck that pulsed with a rapid beat.

She blushed again. “Do you always talk about sex just…anywhere?”

He glanced around in surprise. “There’s no one here to overhear us.”

“Still.”

Ryan stroked his hands up the sides of her body, smoothing the sides of her breasts in passing. “You know, I bet you’d enjoy making love outside.”

“Ryan!”

He laughed and picked her up, spinning her in a circle before planting her feet back on the ground and escorting her to the front door. He hadn’t felt this light-hearted in months. He kissed her again, their lips and tongues stroking smoothly together. His body tightened, his cock rising as he imagined slipping into her warmth, skin on skin. He pulled away slowly, lingering on the sweet flavor of her mouth.

He showed her how to work the access for the main door and together they set up the codes on the internal panel.

“I have one other addition I want to show you.” He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs to the master bathroom. After listening to Maxine chat for the last couple of weeks about how much she loved the house, inspiration had hit hard. She would appreciate this as much as knowing she was secure at night.

“You put a security system in the bathroom? What in heaven’s name?”

He shook his head. “It’s a part of the system, but it’s a water sensor. I put at least one on each floor next to the main water source and wired it in as a secondary alarm. If you had a water-main break, or a pipe bursts and the contact gets wet for an extended period of time, it will trigger the rest of the system with a special code. You’d know quick enough to be able to stop extensive damage from ever occurring again.”

He knelt and showed her the sensor location. “It’s not on a hair trigger, you don’t have to worry about it going off if you happen to splash it or get it wet while cleaning. The liquid has to be in contact for at least a minute. And you can turn it off at the main panel if you did happen to accidentally set it off having a water fight or something.” He stood and gestured toward the floor. “Take a look. It’s not very noticeable—I didn’t want it to stick out. There’s one in every bathroom plus in the basement behind the washer and in the kitchen.”

Maxine’s eyes were moist and she hugged him tightly, burying her face against his chest. Her voice was muffled when she spoke. “Thank you.” There was a volume of gratitude in the simple statement.

He kissed the top of her head. His guess had been right. “You’re welcome. I know how much sentimental value this house has for you. It’s just a little thing to help you be able to relax more completely.”

She slipped her hands under his shirt and stroked his bare skin. He froze. Was that her tongue on his neck? He stood stock still as she nuzzled closer, yanking his shirt free and pushing it up his body. “Max, what are you doing?”

Her eyes twinkled at him and she laid a finger on his lips briefly before dropping her hands and tugging on his jeans. “We’re done with the system checks, right? I thought we could relax for a while. If you’re interested.”

He clasped her fingers to still them. “Relax? Sweetheart, what you’re doing is not calming me down.”

Max leaned against him, rubbing like a cat. “Good.”

Ryan eyed her suspiciously. “Are you hoping I’ll let you have a shower since we’re already in the bathroom? Because it’s not happening.”

“I wanted to…” She hesitated.

He stepped closer, running his hands up the sides of her torso to cup her breasts through the cotton fabric of her dress. “Want to what?”

Barely above a whisper her voice rose to his ears. “Make love in the shower.”

He laughed. “Now that’s an interesting twist on the issue.”

“I’ve never done it before and it sounds like fun. I’ve got a good shower for it.” She gestured to the wall-to-wall enclosure and his libido rocked off the charts. She wanted to try it in the shower? Hell, yeah.

But under his rules. He took his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a condom, dropping both items on the counter. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Lifting her chin, he leered at her. “Take off your undies.” She reached for the buttons of her dress and he shook his head. “Leave it on. Panties, off.” He held out his hand, waiting expectantly.

The adorable red flushing her skin reached her hairline in mere seconds, but she obediently reached under her dress and wiggled her hips. His groin tightened, his cock fighting against the confining material of his jeans. She dropped a flimsy bit of blue lace into his palm before stepping back, hiding her hands behind her back like a demure maiden.

She was absolutely delectable and he fought to stop from coming right then and there. Unzipping his jeans with caution to avoid damaging anything, he released his already throbbing erection. She stared in wide-eyed wonder. It was ego-stroking how fascinated she was with his dick. The urge to command her to her knees to get an up-close and personal view was strong, but he hid the need from her. With her lack of experience what he had planned would be enough of a challenge already. He stood back and crossed his arms, his cock thrust out in front of him. “Cover me.”

She blinked in confusion. “What?”

He reached around her, his erection poking her in the belly. She shivered and he couldn’t resist dropping a kiss on the racing pulse point in her neck. Tucking the condom packet in her palm he stepped back half a foot. “Cover me.”

The tentative touch that followed was torture beyond anything he’d experienced for years. He forced himself to watch her, to make sure she was comfortable with each new sexual experience they shared. Seeing nothing but delight in her eyes, he smiled and promised his dick relief very soon.

The instant she finished rolling down the latex he picked her up around the waist and dragged her into the stall.

“Ryan, what are you doing?” she protested.

He spun her around, spooning her ass against his cock. He reached out and flicked on the taps. The cold water hit his back and he swore it instantly turned to steam, his body so overheated with the burning desire to bury himself in her. Wrapping an arm around her torso, he dropped one hand between her legs, the other sliding up to cover her breasts. The water warmed slowly and he turned them to soak their clothing. He tore open the top buttons on her dress and thrust a hand under the fabric to clutch one nipple between thumb and forefinger. The nub hardened instantly and he groaned into her hair. He rocked his hips against her ass, unable to stay still.

Moisture flowed from between her legs as he rubbed at her slit. Maxine moaned and squeezed his hand between her thighs, and he saw stars. Increasing the pace of his questing fingers, he continued stroking until she cried out, shaking in his embrace. Unable to wait any longer he twirled her, yanked up the soaking material and cupped her ass cheeks in both hands. He lifted her, pressed her shoulders into the tiles and rammed his cock home in one thrust. They both shouted, her in surprise, and him in relief at being finally surrounded by the scalding heat of her sheath.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, and when she complied he slipped another inch farther into her tight channel. She gasped and he swallowed the sound, taking her mouth under his control. He slammed his cock in again and again, the hot slick of her body welcoming him as their tongues tangled, frantic, desperate.

Water streamed down, material sticking to their bodies. The skirt of her dress clung to the wall behind her, her gorgeous hair hung in strands over her shoulders. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as the expression on her face as he pulled back to watch. He thrust harder, dragging his abdominal muscles along her clit until he felt her fingers tremble where she clutched his shoulders.

“Oh Lord, Ryan, yes!” Her head fell back and her sheath squeezed around him so hard he lost all semblance of control, fucking into her body like a madman. When his climax hit he cried out her name, struggled to stay on his feet as his cock pulsed within her. Somehow he supported them against the tile until they both could breathe again.

He carefully lowered her, cradling her against his body as she rocked on unsteady legs. He was shocked at the depth of emotion racing through him. Every challenge he made she met with enthusiasm. They fit together perfectly, sexually, as well as interests outside the bedroom. Maxine was everything he’d dreamed of in a partner.

Ryan stripped off their wet clothing then took his time drying her. He carried her to the giant bed and tucked her into his arms for a nap. She rolled and snuggled in tighter before giving a happy sigh. She pressed a sleepy kiss on his chest. He stroked her hair and put aside the rest of his concerns, at least for now. Tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with the issue of where this was headed.

She wandered down the wide staircase, an apple in one hand and her novel in the other. Crawling into the overstuffed chair in front of the fireplace, Maxine got lost in a world of fantasy. An hour later she sighed in satisfaction, dropped the book to the floor and stared into space. Her thoughts drifted from the book to the fantasy she was enjoying right there in the real world. Ryan. Just imagining him made her toes curl, her body wet, and brought a smile to her face. It wasn’t only the physical attraction they had for each other. In the weeks since she and Ryan had become lovers, she’d learned a lot about the man. About his wicked sense of humor, his strong sense of responsibility. His imaginative lovemaking. Some nights he stayed with her, a couple she’d remained with him at the apartment, but they had also enjoyed simply talking on the phone and going out on dates.

And did he ever know how to make dating fun. In comparison to her relationship to Jamie—there was no comparison. Ryan’s intensity carried through in the way he dealt with everything in his life. She was back in her own house, security system at full alert. The mysterious caller was gone, although she now had an unlisted number for her home and a separate cell phone for her business calls. Except for the silly mouse issue, problems around the house seemed to have slowed.

She rose and wandered the room, tracing a finger around a favorite antique plate hanging on the wall beside the fireplace. The matching teacup and saucer were absent from their usual spot on the mantle and she frowned. Someone must have moved them, but she didn’t remember anyone mention touching the valuable set. Turning a slow circle she eyed the other familiar objects in the room, but nothing else seemed out of place.