A lusty first date jump starts a passionate, all-consuming love affair for
Catlin McCall. She's captivated by handsome Steve Naughton, and he's head
over heels crazy about her. They quickly become engaged and begin planning
their life together.
His two children settle into their lives comfortably, but when a figure from
the past reemerges, he poses a serious threat to the new life they're
attempting to build. Can their fragile, hasty relationship survive old
transgressions? Or will it shatter as quickly as it was formed?
Catlin spent an hour getting ready for their date that Friday night. She
usually air-dried her shoulder-length, naturally curly brown hair. But when
she wanted to look especially good, she blew it smooth with a dryer and used
hot rollers. She teased the top and sprayed it with hairspray. Holding up
two mirrors, she checked it out from all angles and nodded approvingly.
Standing in front of her closet, she debated over a slinky black mini skirt
or a more subtle blue dress. For some reason the blue felt right, and she
pulled it out. Slipping into it, Catlin recalled their phone conversation
two nights previous and smiled.
He'd been charming and funny, and after just a few moments, she was glad
she'd already accepted his invitation. He'd told her he was from Kansas
City, and had recently been hired as the managing editor of the local
newspaper. Besides that, and the fact he was a widower with two kids, she
knew nothing.
The lack of information made her slightly nervous, but what she did know
indicted he was probably a pretty solid guy in the community. She'd take
things slow and easy. They'd have plenty of time to learn what they needed
to know about each other.
Her dress in place, Catlin surveyed herself in the full length mirror
hanging on the closet door. She had deep-set, dark brown eyes-a nice
feature, she always thought. Her skin was clear and pleasantly ruddy. She
tanned easily but avoided it, if possible, in an attempt to stave off
wrinkles. A bit of blush, a touch of color around the eyes, and some lip
gloss usually made up her makeup routine.
She had a love/hate relationship with that mirror. Wavering between sizes
ten and twelve, Catlin had a tendency to get hippy when she overate. At
least her breasts were nice sized and pleasantly full. She was generally
happy with her appearance.
I think you're beautiful, he'd remarked when asking her out. Catlin felt
like she was decent looking, but beautiful? She definitely wanted to know
this guy better.
The clock on the wall chimed six-thirty as her doorbell rang.
She opened the front door and smiled. "Right on time."
Steve looked her over. "Wow. You look more beautiful each time I see you."
Her stomach clutched and she motioned him in. "You sure are good with the
sweet talk. Does that come from being a writer?"
"Maybe a little." He shrugged. "But it's easy when I look at you. I like the
dress." He looked her up and down appreciatively. ".and the hair. Oh, these
are for you." Steve pulled three red roses from behind his back.
"They're lovely! Thank you." She smelled the roses as she reached for a
vase. "Let me get them in some water." She took the flowers into the kitchen
and called back, "Is there significance to the number three?"
"Yeah," he replied. "That's how many the florist had left."
She walked out with the roses in a vase, and set them on a table. "Sure,"
she replied.
"Why do you think there might be significance?" he asked her, an amused
smile playing on his lips.
"You seem like the type of man that has significance for everything he
does."
He laughed. "You got me. So maybe three is for the three times I've gotten
to see your pretty face."
"How sweet." Catlin tried not to go all googly-eyed over him, but he made it
tough. He knew exactly the right things to say, and he looked dashing in a
blue sport jacket with the shirt open at the collar. And he smelled
heavenly. She closed her eyes and inhaled for a moment, before he spoke
again.
"Everything okay?" Steve touched her arm lightly.
"Perfect," she replied, smiling. "Let me grab a jacket and I'll be ready."
He helped her slip it on, and she reached for her purse and locked the door
behind them. "Oh, wow," she sighed as they approached his car. "Isn't this
lovely!"
Reaching for the door of the sleek black Jaguar, Steve whispered in her ear,
"Nah, you're lovely. The car is just a car."
Catlin slid onto the plush leather seats and sighed again. When he went
around to his side and got in, she glanced over. "This is not just a car. My
Miata is just a car. This is-very cool."
He laughed and started the engine. "I'd agree with that. I'd always wanted a
sports car, and I finally splurged and got one. It's my one extravagance."
She glanced around the small interior. "Not much room for the kids, is
there?"
"Nope. This is Daddy's car. We have a sedan for normal driving."
She leaned into the comfortable seat and smiled to herself. Apparently he
didn't consider this a normal night, either.
He'd chosen a nice restaurant which she'd been to before, but didn't
frequent. It was on the upscale side, and very lovely, she noticed as they
entered. When they were seated, Steve asked her, "Would you like a drink?"
"Sure, whatever you're having." She perused the menu, unsure what to order.
"I was actually thinking a bottle of my favorite wine, and then maybe some
steak and shrimp."
She closed her menu and set it down. "Sounds perfect."
He regaled her with stories about working at the newspaper in Kansas City,
and his new job in Marshall. They laughed over her second grade stories, and
commiserated about life with seven and eight year olds. By the end of
dinner, Catlin was feeling very comfortable with him.
He looked at the dance floor and asked, "What do you think?"
She stood. "I think I need to get moving before all that wine settles."
Following her onto the floor, with slow strains of music filling the air,
Steve reached out and pulled her into his arms. He ran his hands up her back
and murmured, "I've wanted to do this since the minute I met you."
"Dance?" she teased.
"Hold you in my arms," he replied, and brushed the hair away from her
shoulder. He touched his face to her neck, and she shivered.
"Yes," she murmured. "This is nice." Catlin sank into him and he tightened
his grasp, pressing her against his body. She bit her lip as she felt his
erection poke her belly, but she didn't pull away.
She didn't know if it was the wine, or his comfortable manner, but she felt
safe and relaxed with him-and horny. His hard-on stabbed her, sending juices
pooling between her legs. Her previous thoughts of taking things slow and
easy faded. Right then, she could think hard and fast.
The music ended, and Catlin took a step back attempting to clear her head.
"Maybe we should get some air."
Steve nodded and cleared his throat. "I could use another drink." He led her
back to their table. "Anything for you?"
"Nope." She held up her water glass. "I'm good." They sat quietly for a few
minutes. She studied her drink and tried to compose herself. Glancing
furtively at Steve, she noticed he seemed to be trying to control his
breathing. She smiled into her glass.
The music changed and a fast song started. He set his drink down and looked
at her. "Are you ready to give it another try?" He extended his hand, and
they stood.
They danced to several fast songs, and when the music changed again, it was
slow. Steve pulled Catlin into his arms and whispered, "Hello there."
She smiled and slipped her arms around his neck. Their hips met and she felt
his erection spring back to life. They danced without speaking until the
song ended. Reluctantly, she pulled away and looked at him. "It's getting
late."
He nodded, touched her chin, and led her back to their table. As she
gathered her things, he paid the bill and they headed out.
In the car, she fumbled in the dark for her seat belt. Steve found it for
her, and clasped it shut. Their hands touched, and slowly intertwined. He
drove back to her house, never letting go of her hand.
"This car is very comfortable," she commented, for lack of anything else to
say.
"Not bad," Steve smiled as he pulled into her driveway. With a quick squeeze
to her hand, he released her and got out to open her door.
On the stoop, he held his hand out. "Keys?"
She got them from her purse and hesitated. "I'd ask you in, but..."
"I know..." He touched her cheek. "But I wouldn't want to leave. No, I'll
just unlock your door."
She smiled and gave him the keys.
Steve unlocked the door, and turned to face her.
"I had a wonderful time tonight," she said quietly.
He reached for her and pulled her close. "So did I."
Before he could kiss her, Catlin whispered, "Steve-I'm afraid."
He stopped, and rubbed his nose against hers. "Afraid of what, beautiful?"
She looked down, but he gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his
eyes. "I'm afraid I could fall for you. I'm afraid that once you start
kissing me, I'll never want you to stop."
He put a finger to her lips. "Shh," he whispered, pulling her face to his.
"That's actually what I hoped for." His mouth was warm and inviting as he
pressed his lips on hers.
Catlin hesitated for just a second, and then fell against him. His tongue
nudged her lips and she parted them, the intensity of their kiss increasing.
All thoughts left her mind as he held her in his arms, his tongue battling
against hers for dominance.
Time stood still. When Steve finally pulled away, he murmured, "I should
go."
She knew what happened next hinged on her. She could tell him goodnight, and
look forward to their next date. That was the sensible thing to do. Catlin
looked at him for a moment before throwing herself back into the kiss. He
groaned and ground his hips into hers. The solid erection was back, and she
could feel it throb. She opened her mouth and found his tongue, sucking it
ravenously.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, lips touching hers. "I don't want to go."
A thought occurred to her, and she pulled back for a breath. With both hands
on his chest, she panted, "I'm not on the pill or anything. The hormones
made me sick. I'm not prepared because I never expected this. But if you
have something-"
"God, yes!" He yanked her head back by the hair gently and assaulted her
neck. "I wasn't expecting this, either, but I really don't want to leave.
I'm prepared."
Catlin grinned and reached for his lapels. "Then come in and show me what a
good boy scout you are." She dragged him through the front door and slammed
it shut. A flick of the deadbolt locked the door, and they stared at each
other, both breathing heavy.
Steve growled and grabbed her, burying his face in her hair and shoving her
jacket off. "I want you," he breathed in her ear.
She pushed his sport coat off his shoulders and tossed it on the sofa. Her
hands fumbled with his belt buckle as he reached behind for the zipper of
her dress.
"Bedroom?" he asked, his mouth once again prodding hers.
"Umm," she sucked his tongue deeply, nodding to her left. "That way."
Her dress landed in the hall and her lacy white brassiere in the doorway to
her room. Steve sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her toward him. "Damn,
you're beautiful." He nuzzled the valley between her breasts before cupping
a handful of flesh with each palm and licking the nipples to hardness.
"I like that." She squirmed against his warm tongue. "Oh yeah, I knew that
mouth would be good for more than just sweet talk."
Steve chuckled and she pressed into him. "Don't stop! Lord, please don't
stop."
He stuck his fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them to
the floor. His mouth trailed down her belly, and when he faced her neatly
trimmed triangle of brown hair, he inhaled. He glanced up quickly, then back
to her furry mound. "Oh, yes."
With one motion he grasped her hips and swung her around to the bed. He
settled her on her back and crawled between her legs, nudging them apart.
"I've got to taste you."
"Please do," she purred, arching her back. She felt him part her curly hair
and spread her folds wide, exposing her clitoris. He was still for a moment,
and she felt his warm breath on her most sensitive area. His tongue slowly
covered the length of her folds. He circled her pussy and dipped his tongue
in.
Catlin thought she was embarrassingly wet, but he didn't seem to mind as he
lapped up her juices. The slow, torturous strokes were heavenly and she
hoped he'd keep them up forever. When he moved to her clit, nipping, tugging
it between his teeth and sucking, she was glad he moved. Suddenly there was
a series of quick flicks with his tongue over her clit, and she shattered.
"Oh, God!" she cried, and clutched the covers under her ass.
Waves of pleasure washed through her as his tongue continued teasing her.
She felt a finger circling her pussy. Catlin bucked against his mouth, and
as she shuddered and groaned out her climax, she heard moans of pleasure
emanate from him.
The most exquisite sensations flowed thorough her body, and she never wanted
it to end. But, soon the tremors lessened, and he was crawling up between
her legs. At some point he'd shed the remainder of his clothes and donned a
rubber on his rigid, waving cock. She watched him press the tip against her
opening and looked up into his eyes.
"You ready for me?" he asked, his eyes glassy.
"Very ready! Let's go." She tried to reach for his shaft but he grabbed her
hands, pressing them both into the bed above her head.
"Let me." He leaned down for a light kiss, and then holding both her hands
with one of his, used his free hand to guide his cock home. "Oh, Jesus," he
groaned as he entered her.
He felt long, hard and perfect as he drove into her. Catlin raised her hips
to meet his thrust, and they both groaned again. "God, you feel good!" she
murmured, bucking as hard as she could to match his tempo.
Releasing her hands, Steve sat on his haunches and propelled himself into
her harder. "I've .never. felt.anything.better.in.my.life," he said in
staccato with his rhythm.
She leaned up, clutching his biceps and dug her nails in. "I'm going to come
again." Her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Come on, baby, I'm right there with you."
A series of hard thrusts had him shuddering on top of her, as Catlin
struggled to remain grounded. She thought for a moment she might sail away,
but his hard, impaling shaft brought her back to reality. As his heat poured
into her in waves, they both struggled to breathe.
She reached for his neck and dragged him down against her.
"I'm crushing you. You won't be able to breathe," he insisted.
"Breathe for me." She pressed her mouth on his and kissed him deeply, as the
last shock waves flowed from his body into hers.
She never wanted to move. His weight on her, his cock and tongue inside her,
felt about as perfect as anything ever had. When he finally attempted to
roll over, she complained, "Don't go."
"Sorry, I have to. The travails of latex." He held the condom as he pulled
out of her, and threw his legs over the side of the bed. "Bathroom?"
"Through there." She pointed, and watched his sculpted ass as he walked
away. "Nice view," she teased.
He glanced over his shoulder and grinned. "Right back at ya, babe." Steve
winked and entered the bathroom.
Catlin closed her eyes and sighed. She couldn't remember ever feeling as
pleasantly satisfied as she did right then. When Steve returned, he yanked
the covers out from under her. She wriggled out of his way before snuggling
into his arms.
He tossed the covers over both of them, kissed the top of her head and
sighed. "That was fantastic."
"I thought so, too." She nuzzled her face in the soft hair on his chest.
Reaching for her chin, he pulled her face up to look at him. "No, I mean
really fantastic. Incredible. I'm not sure I've ever felt this way before."
She smiled and ran the back of one finger over his cheek. It'd been
incredible for her, too, but she wondered if his judgment was clouded
because his wife had been gone for so long. "You're sweet."
"It's more than that," he insisted, pressing his palm into her cheek.
"There's something almost magical between us. I know you felt it."
Catlin leaned into his hand, nodding. "Like we were making love instead of
having sex?"
"Exactly." He looked at her with smoldering, dark eyes.
She felt her pussy clench with desire. "It makes me wonder."
"Yes?"
Jumping up, she straddled him and grinned. "When can we do it again?"
Steve laughed and squeezed her waist, making her squeal. "You are trouble,"
he teased. "I should have known that from the moment I laid eyes on you."
"Too late, I've got you now," she replied, shimmying down his body. Her
hands traveled the length of his muscular thighs, kneading and massaging.
Settling between his legs, she caressed his semi-flaccid cock until it
sprang to life. Catlin ran her tongue around the tip before pulling his cock
head into her mouth.
"Oh, yes you do," he murmured, and lay back with a satisfied smirk.
