[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary May-December Romantic Suspense]
Be very careful what you wish for... Thirty-something kindergarten teacher Lindy Whittaker has decided it’s time to marry and start a family. Steven Hamilton, a successful businessman, seems to be "Mr. Right."
But when Michael "Mac" MacIntyre, her former lover, who happens to be ten years her junior, comes to town, will he ruin all of Lindy’s well-laid plans? Will she find love in stability or in passion? And will the choice she makes lead her into blissful happiness or terrifying danger?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“When’s the last time you went on a real vacation?” His gaze was so intense her body stilled, but her heart raced.
She tilted her head and bit her lower lip. “When I met you.”
“Hmmm.” He grinned and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. So close, she could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. “Maybe we should consider revisiting the Gulf of Mexico. I have some free time, what do you say?”
She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or annoyed. It was so easy for him to come in here and whisk her away. Well, she had obligations. She couldn’t just abandon her job, her boyfriend. “I say you’re crazy. You think you can sweep in here and make yourself comfortable in the middle of my life?”
He stood, towering over her, his hand gentle as he lifted a strand of her hair between his fingertips. “I am a little crazy.” She looked up at him, handsome in the light from the ceiling fan. “And I’ve been given a second chance, Ms. Lindy Whittaker. I intend to make full use of it.”
“Don’t be silly, Mac. I’m too old for you. You need someone more like Pam Smith. She’s closer to your age.”
“Fuck that,” he replied. “Something else you need to know about me. When I see something I want, I’m more than willing to work for it. Fight for it if necessary.” He bent over and leaned in, brushing a kiss across her lips. And she let him. She closed her eyes, the sensation of his touch making her tingle all over. “Now, am I going to spend the next week searching for a place to live, or are you and I going to pick up where we left off?”
Her eyes popped open. “You’re that sure of yourself?” she asked, lowering her legs to the floor, her gaze never leaving his face. “That just because you say what you think a woman wants to hear, she’ll melt at your feet?”
“No, I’m not playing games,” he stated, his arms across his chest. “I want you. I’m not afraid to tell you. If you want me to go, say the word. But honestly, Lindy, do you think you can deny the magic between us?”
“Mac.” She sighed, her resistance fading. “There are ten years between us. When I’m in my mid-sixties, you’ll be cutting your teeth on middle age. That doesn’t bother you in the slightest?”
“No, but it sure as hell seems to bother you,” he replied. “I think I’m old enough to know when I’m attracted to someone.” He chuckled. “When I look at you, I don’t see age, I see someone who made me the happiest man in the world.”
Against her will, her heart sang at the words. “You were young,” she said, and rose to her feet. “That was just sex.”
“You truly believe that’s all it was?”
She forced herself to nod.
“It wasn’t just sex for me.”
“And I told you, I’m in a relationship.”
His mouth tightened, and his eyes narrowed. “He ask you to marry him?”
“That’s not the point,” she replied, her hands on her hips. “I’m not available.”
He bent forward, his gaze intense as he explored her face. “You in love with him?”
She raised her chin and looked away, refusing to meet his stare. “That is none of your business.”
“Sounds like you’re not all that unavailable.”
That said, he slid his fingertips down the length of her arm. He lifted her hand to his lips, his tender touch leaving behind ripples of heat. “You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. I’ve never been able to forget you.”
Wrapping his fingers in her hair, he drew her lips to his, his mouth gentle as his tongue teased. So soft was his kiss, so honest, she allowed herself to lean into him. With a moan, he lowered her to the sofa and pressed his body atop hers. She squirmed beneath him in a halfhearted attempt to stop him. But she didn’t want to stop him. She wanted him to make love to her. To fill her with his prick. To offer her the release that Steven hadn’t.
She slid her arms around his waist and ran her hands along the length of his sinewy body. Strength emanated from every fiber of his taut muscles. He smelled of youth and vitality, spice, and freshly washed skin.
“Oh, Mac.” She put her arms around his neck. “I didn’t realize how much I missed you.”
He pressed his hard body on top of her and kissed her deeply. The gentle manipulation of his mouth, his tongue, soft but probing, tangled with hers. She arched her pelvis against him, eager to feel him once again. He caressed her flesh, kneading the back of her neck with a gentleness his strong hands didn’t seem capable of. Chills of pleasure rippled across her skin when he took her earlobe between his lips, his warm breath, his hands, his mouth, all working her body into a near rabid frenzy.
Her nerve endings smoked as he traced the length of her neck with his tongue. The effect was a slow burn that threatened to ignite and set the bed on fire. She pushed at the heavy buckle of his belt, but he pulled her hand away.
“Not yet,” he said against the mound of her breast. “Just lie back, and let me make love to you.” His voice was husky with desire. “If this is the last time I’m with you, I want to make sure I don’t forget a single inch of your beautiful body.”
He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking until it peaked. She moaned as he worked his lusty magic upon each breast in turn. Her juices flowed so heavily now, she believed an orgasm that might actually shake the bed was not far off. Her deep, guttural moans filled the air, the sound carnal. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him, her cunt begging for release from the pressure that pushed against her abdomen.
Standing over her, he chuckled and removed the bunny slippers from her feet. He pulled off her jogging pants, tossing them over his shoulder with a grin. Going to his knees, he kissed her toes, the tops of her feet, the sensual pleasure of his attentions unlike any she had experienced before. Slowly, he traveled up her legs, tantalizing her calves, behind her knees, up her thighs, his mouth following his massaging fingertips. She writhed, her eyes closed, she buried her buttocks deep in the mattress. Her thoughts narrowed, focused solely on the pleasure he provided.
When his mouth reached her pussy, her arousal turned from fire to electric. Her body shuddered when he used the tip of his tongue to trace the length of her slit. Coming to her clit, he circled her throbbing button before gently sucking. Flashes of light sparkled on the edges of her vision as she came in waves of pure ecstasy. Still he did not cease his rapturous torment. He continued to nibble her pussy, and when he came to her hole, he pushed his tongue inside her, his nose buried in her lips. She grabbed for his head and pulled him from between her legs.
His face glistened with her juices, his eyes hooded, and his expression wild. She kissed him, her own musky scent filling her senses. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she began to explore his body with hungry fingers. She gripped his belt, unfastening it before reaching for the button that held his jeans together, all the while kissing him, running her tongue down the length of his throat. He tasted of clean skin and spicy cologne. She had never in her life been so completely turned on, so completely out of control. A deep laugh escaped her when she finally freed him from his pants.
“Take them off,” she said breathlessly, eager to taste him, to feel the thick shaft in her mouth.
He obeyed, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with his own excitement. She pushed him back and lowered her face to his massive cock. She moistened it with her tongue before sliding it deep into her mouth. He groaned and grabbed the back of her head, urging her lower. She clutched his balls and squeezed before moving her tongue back and forth over his penis. When she rose, she paid special attention to the sensitive head and took great pleasure with each moan, each sharp intake of air, each time he said her name.
“Lindy, stop,” he cried out. “I want to feel your hot pussy around me.”
She didn’t hesitate. Straddling him, she lowered her dripping snatch down, enveloping him deep inside. He grabbed her hips and lifted her. She tightened her pussy when he slammed her down. Using her knees, she pivoted over him, grinding her hips each time she landed. She threw her head back and grabbed her tits, stroking and pinching her nipples, she gyrated on his thick cock. His hands dug into her ass, his fingers beginning to tremble.