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CLAIRE
He always lifted her up as if she weighed nothing. To a woman who had been chided about her weight by those fashionable women she had once envied, the ease with which he moved her around was like a heady aphrodisiac that she never wanted to tire of.
Gently he set her down on her feet, rendering her naked as if he had been doing it for a very long time. Nothing was unfastened with his hands that wasn’t followed by his lips, tongue or teeth. He nibbled, licked and sucked his way along her skin, ensuring she was always keenly aware of their connection.
Claire knew he was trying to forge a connection between them that she was unwilling to break. She didn’t want to break it, but she did wonder how much room there might be within those parameters to do what she felt she needed to do.
“You are so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine. You do understand that, right?”
“I understand, but does that make you mine, as well?”
“I think I was yours from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She stood before him absolutely naked and helped him to undress. His hand traced lazy patterns along her skin, trailing from her shoulders to the soft curve of her breasts. She’d always thought her boobs were too big—they didn’t fit into the chic designer dresses she’d once coveted. So instead, she’d adopted a more bohemian style that better suited her personality and her figure. Her nipples pebbled as his gaze was followed by his touch. When he hefted her breasts with both hands, Claire could feel it in the deepest part of her pussy. It clenched as she closed her eyes and sighed.
Fletch knelt before her, sucking one of her nipples deep into his mouth and suckling rhythmically and hard. He swirled his tongue around the tip, lavishing his attention and affection on it. His hands dropped to her waist as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other. They skimmed down the curves of her ass until he grasped them and pulled her closer.
Bringing his hands around, he wrapped his fingers around her hips, his thumbs spreading the swollen petals of her sex as he moved his head down, tonguing her clit and inhaling her arousal. Claire’s body trembled as he stroked her labia and used his tongue to play with her clit, sucking and nipping at it. He gave her sex a long lick from slit to clit and her entire body quivered.
He stood and guided her onto the bed so that she was on her back with her legs spread and her arms over her head.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he stated it as if it was fact, plain for the world to see.
Claire had an excellent self-image most of the time, but there were times the taunts from the past came back to haunt her—times like lying naked on her back with the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen staring down at her, stroking his hard and heavy cock. The thing really was a monster but Fletch didn’t let his size alone pleasure a woman. He knew how to use it to its best advantage.
“I wouldn’t like what you’re thinking, would I?” he mused.
“Some of it you might like—especially the part where I’m thinking you have a really big dick and know how to use it.”
“And the other part?”
“The other part is kind of wondering why you’d choose me instead of someone truly gorgeous.”
“Like Evangeline?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow. “The Evangeline who never had a kind word for anyone? Who would never have honored a vow to a dead man especially if it meant putting herself out? The Evangeline that I found with another man in the bed we shared? And then later told me he meant nothing to her? That Evangeline?”
“Well, when you put it like that,” she said softly, smiling.
“I don’t know how you can doubt me. I have wanted you from the very first time I saw you. All I could think of was getting you naked and beneath me. Trust me, my dick was all in favor of that plan. My brain tried to reason with me, but the dick and my heart knew what they wanted, so with a vote of two to one, my brain lost. For the record, I don’t think my brain was really all that upset with the verdict.”
Fletch crawled into bed beside her, his kisses following the same path his hands had… from her shoulder to her breasts, then down to her navel and along the swell of her belly. He nuzzled her mound and moved down between her legs, once more inhaling her scent.
“There is nothing about you that doesn’t move me in a profound way. I love it when you arch your hips towards me so I can shove my cock deep. The way your legs wrap around me, and you lock your ankles as if you’re afraid I’ll get too far. When I’m riding you hard, the way you rake my back with your nails to let me know I’m pushing you past the limits your pleasure has known before.”
He rolled over her, stretching out along her body and settling himself between her thighs. “I’ve traveled all over the world, trying to find my place in it. It wasn’t until the first time we made love that I realized that my home wasn’t a place,” he said as he lined up his cock and thrust deep inside her, making her cry out in exquisite pleasure as her body arched up into his, “it’s you. You’re my home, Claire, and whether or not you recognize it, I’m yours.”
He leaned into her and let his face nestle in the curve of her neck. He surged in and out of her, plunging deep, only to draw back and plunge in again. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him close as her arms wrapped around his body. Claire felt her pussy spasm along his length as he pounded into her—slower and then faster and faster. She climaxed—her body shuddering in his arms, as she felt the tension begin again before the orgasm had even begun to fade. This man had the power to undo her like no other man ever had.
Fletch thrust into her for the longest time until he could feel her body quickening to his need—her legs tightening, her breath becoming thready as her nails raked his back and she cried out his name. His hands slipped beneath her as he cupped her ass, holding her steady as he stroked hard a final time and ground himself against her as he flooded her pussy with his cum.
“I love you, Claire,” he groaned as he emptied himself and then slid to the side of her body, drawing her with him.
She nestled against his side. “I love you, too.”
It was true. She did love him, but the need to fulfill her final promise to her granda pulled at her something fierce. Settling herself next to him with her head on his shoulder, she found sleep far more quickly than she thought she might.
Her sleep was only vaguely disturbed by the arrival of the rest of the team. By the time she was aware anyone had joined them, Fletch was returning to their room, dressed in his jeans. He removed them and crawled back into bed and made love to her again, allowing sleep to reclaim her.
The cool gray morning cast minimal light through the French doors. Claire listened intently. She could hear the strong, steady beat of Fletch’s heart, the breeze whistling through the trees and the woodland birds and critters going about their business, but she could hear nothing from inside the cottage. She supposed Fletch’s men were already doing their thing, but figured she could slip out to visit Poppi’s grave.
