Bridget ran her tongue over her lips, hungering for the taste and feel of him.
He knelt down again and went to work on her cunt with his mouth, licking the wet flesh of her lips, swirling over the hard nub of her clit and thrusting his tongue inside her.
“So sweet,” he murmured. His mouth pressed against her.
“I—I want to taste you too,” she protested, barely able to form words.
“You will, darlin’. Plenty of time for that.” He worked her with tongue and fingers until she thought she would lose her mind with need. Over and over again he brought her just to the edge, only to back off, soothe her with little kisses then start all over again.
She dug her heels into the edge of the mattress, lifting her body to him.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Oh, please.”
He slid two fingers inside her again, curving them to hit her sweet spot. At the same time he nipped gently on her clit.
“Clay,” she wailed.
His laugh was deep. “Oh, yeah. I think we’re ready.”
He moved her up on the bed and turned her over, pulling her to her hands and knees. One big hand slid over each cheek of her ass.
“Ever been taken here, Red?”
She shook her head, too embarrassed to answer him and too aroused to form a coherent thought.
“Good. Because after this you’ll belong to me completely. Forever.”
Hot kisses covered the globes of her buttocks and his hand slipped easily along the crevice between them. His hand left her for a moment, she heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing then something cool touched her anus. She jerked, startled at the touch.
“Just some lube,” he told her in a soothing voice. “The last thing I want is to hurt you.”
One finger spread the gel around the tight ring before slowly easing its way in. His other hand reached around her hip and between her thighs to find her clit, stroking and rubbing it until all she could concentrate on was the sensation spreading from it. He kept it up in a steady rhythm so she was shocked to realize that he now had not one but three fingers in her ass, stretching her and massing her tender tissues.
“Hang on, darlin’. I think you’re ready.”
So was he if the rough edge of his voice was any indication. Bridget was at a point where she didn’t care about anything except finally reaching the edge of that cliff and falling over it.
She heard the crinkle of foil and a slight tearing sound then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her opening.
“Deep breaths, Red,” he told her as he drove into her with a slow but steady thrust. “Breathe in, out, in, out.”
And all the while his fingers still played with her clit, driving her until every bit of him was inside her. Filling her so full that he was everywhere. That she didn’t know where she ended and he began. Then he was moving, slowly at first then faster, rocking against her, one hand one her hip, the other still rubbing her clit.
The orgasm crashed through her so unexpectedly that it shook her entire body, threatening to splinter her with its cataclysmic force. She heard Clay shout her name, felt his cock throb and flex inside the latex sheath as he pumped into her again and again. When she finally collapsed forward Clay was right with her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her shoulders and back even as he fought to steady his breathing.
Bridget was limp, totally spent. When Clay eased himself from her ass and stepped back from the bed she had a sudden sense of loss. But then he was back, lying down next to her, turning her to face him.
“I love you, Bridget ‘Red’ Reilly,” he told her in his warm-as-molasses drawl. “I think I fell in love with you long before I realized it. If you hadn’t decided to show up at the ball as Red, I hate to think how long I would have stumbled around not knowing we were right for each other.”
She placed her hand against his cheek. “I love you too.”
He ran a fingertip along the crease of each eyelid. “Your doctor did a damn fine job here. No doubt about it. But I want you to know that I love what’s inside. What’s outside isn’t all that important.” He grinned. “Except for the bedroom eyes, of course.”
* * * * *
Clay had insisted on attending the first day of the conference with her.
“I want to bask in your glory,” he teased.
But he stood near her proudly when she was introduced at the opening meeting and when readers ran up to her to get her autograph.
“What’s your next book about?” one woman asked.
She smiled up at Clay. “About a woman who discovers what the real meaning of love is.”
But the most important thing she’d written was in her computer, an email just waiting to be sent.
Dear Miss Hawthorne,
I can’t begin to thank you and the Durban Trust enough for providing the surgery that has made such an impact on my life. I am appearing at the conference my publisher is sponsoring, the one I discussed with you. But the most important thing is that I am marrying the man of my dreams. But it seems my eyes wouldn’t have made a difference to him because he really loves me for who I am. The surgery just gave me the confidence to take that person out in public.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Bridget Reilly (soon to be Randall)
About the Author
I always wonder what readers really want to know when I write one of these things. Getting to this point in my career has been an interesting journey. I’ve managed rock and roll bands and organized concerts. Been the only female on the sports staff of a university newspaper. Immersed myself in Nashville peddling a country singer. Lived in five different states. Married two very interesting but totally different men.
I think I must have lived in Texas in another life, because the minute I set foot on Texas soil I knew I was home. Living in Texas Hill Country gives me inspiration for more stories than I’ll probably ever be able to tell, what with all the sexy cowboys who surround me and the gorgeous scenery that provides a great setting.
Each day is a new adventure for me, as my characters come to life on the pages of my current work in progress. I’m absolutely compulsive about it when I’m writing and thank all the gods and goddesses that I have such a terrific husband who encourages my writing and puts up with my obsession. As a multi-published author, I love to hear from my readers. Their input keeps my mind fresh and always hunting for new ideas.
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Also by Desiree Holt
1-800-DOM-help: Delight Me
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Eagle’s Run
Ellora’s Cavemen: Flavors of Ecstasy I anthology
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Nemesis 2: Until Midnight with Cerise DeLand
Nemesis 3: Until Twilight with Cerise DeLand
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Night Seekers 2: Lust by Moonlight
Night Seekers 3: Lust Undone
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Phoenix Agency 3: Delicious Danger
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Turn up the Heat 2: Scalded with Allie Standifer
Turn up the Heat 3: Singed with Allie Standifer
Turn up the Heat 4: Steamed with Allie Standifer
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Print books by Desiree Holt
Age and Experience anthology
Candy Caresses anthology
Cougar Challenge: Tease the Cougar anthology
Demanding Diamonds anthology
Ellora’s Cavemen: Flavors of Ecstasy I anthology
Erotic Emerald anthology
Mistletoe Magic anthology
Naughty Nuptials anthology
Night Heat
Once Burned
Rodeo Heat
Tease the Cougar anthology
Turn Up the Heat anthology
Sequins, Saddles and Spurs anthology
Wedding Belles anthology
Where Danger Hides
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