Irresistible Nights by Kaylee Monroe
Chapter Eight
Denton
It wasn’t much—not yet, anyway, but it was home. My new home. A mostly empty townhouse in the Queen Anne neighborhood of Seattle, airy with west-facing windows. I picked up the keys yesterday, and as of today, I had a bed, a couch, and a few things in the kitchen that I’d purchased to get me by until I had more time to shop.
The house in Minneapolis was on the market, and my real estate agent expected it to sell quickly. Some of my furniture was on its way, but the rest of it—the bulk of it, really—I donated to charity. I didn’t need the hassle of shipping most of it, and I was excited to have a new place without the ghosts of my old life. Elyse had picked out almost all of my old stuff, and I was ready to leave it all behind and start fresh and new.
Maybe Marcie could help me pick out some new pieces, I thought. If I could talk her into it, anyway. She knew her own mind, that much was obvious, and I couldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do.
Not that I would ever really try. I liked that independence. If anything, I craved her even more after she walked away this afternoon. I decided I could wait a long time for her to come around to the idea of us. Of exploring the connection and attraction that sparked between us whenever we were together.
On the couch cushion next to me, my phone buzzed. MARCIE D flashed on the screen. I waited less than half a second to answer.
“Hey, Marcie,” I said, keeping my voice even so I didn’t scare her off with my enthusiasm at hearing from her. “What’s up?”
“Denton,” she breathed, her sweet voice soft and hesitant. “I’m surprised that you answered.”
I stood up and crossed my empty living room to look out the window at the sunset. “Baby, why wouldn’t I answer?” The endearment fell from my lips as if she were already mine.
“Because—” she started, then took a deep breath. “Because of the way things went this afternoon. I’m really sorry about how I acted. It’s just that this thing between us . . . it’s so much more than I ever anticipated.”
God, I completely understood. “Marcie, it’s okay if you need time to think or don’t want to do something. You’re never obligated to do anything you don’t want to do.”
On the other end of the line, she was quiet for a second, and I imagined her looking out the window at the same sunset, in her home that I hadn’t seen. Yet.
“Denton,” she finally said. “Can I come over?”
I closed my eyes and tried not to sound too eager. “Of course you can.”
Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded on my door and I practically tripped over my bare feet as I raced to get it. I swung the door open and there was Marcie, fresh-faced and heart-breakingly beautiful, with her thick, dark hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.
Relief poured through me as I pulled her inside and directly into my arms. I buried my face against her neck and inhaled deeply of her soft, feminine scent. Now that she was here of her own accord, I wasn’t about to hold back.
She laughed as I slammed the door shut behind her with my foot. Her sweet body melted against mine, dispelling my worry that things might be awkward between us after how we’d parted ways that afternoon.
“Did you miss me?” she asked, humor lacing her voice. “You just saw me a few hours ago.”
I brushed my lips against the side of her neck and nearly sighed with happiness. “Yeah, but I didn’t get to touch you like this,” I muttered, letting my hands drift down to her jean clad ass.
“You kissed me,” she pointed out.
I shifted her in my arms to press a long, gentle kiss on her lips. “Like this?”
She sighed, smiling up at me when I lifted my head. “It was a little different, but I liked both of them.”
“Come on in.” With my hand holding hers, I walked us over to my couch and sat down, then yanked her onto my lap before she could get comfortable anywhere else.
She let out a startled shriek as she landed on my thighs, then settled in against me as I folded my arms around her. One of my hands moved beneath the hem of her sweatshirt and caressed up her back, skimming over nothing but silky, smooth skin without the hindrance of a bra. At my realization, a seductive smile curved her lips as she framed my face in her palms and leaned in for another hotter, deeper kiss. My cock swelled as our tongues tangled together and she moaned against my mouth.
“You taste like minty toothpaste,” she said with a grin as she pulled away.
I slid my hand around to her chest and brushed my thumb against the peak of her bare breast, groaning as I felt her nipple tighten against my exploring fingers. She shifted in my arms to straddle my lap as I kneaded her round, firm breast in my big palm, and a shuddering sigh slipped out of her mouth.
“I took a shower before you got here,” I murmured as I switched to the other breast to give it equal attention. “Everything is clean.”
She arched a playful brow and leaned in to nip at my bottom lip. “Everything?”
I nodded. “Everything.”
In one smooth, easy movement, I whisked the top over her head and chucked it to the floor, baring her upper body to my gaze. I leaned in and gently bit the curve of her breast as she gripped my shoulders and gyrated against my thick shaft. I felt her hot flesh even through the layers of fabric separating us, and used my hands to rub her firmly along the length of my aching cock. She dropped her head back and rocked her hips rhythmically against mine until we were both groaning from the heat and friction.
“That feels so fucking good,” I muttered as I sucked a hard nipple into my mouth until she cried out from the delightful pain. “Love the way you grind that little pussy against me.”
I released her nipple with a pop as she frantically yanked at my t-shirt, pulling it over my head to throw it down to the floor alongside her own top. Her warm, soft skin felt incredible against mine as I wound my arms around her back and pulled her in close, mouthing the fullness of her breasts while she continued to grind herself against me until we both needed more.
She shifted off my lap and reached over to pluck at the button securing my jeans. Too impatient to wait, I stood and quickly shucked them down my legs, along with my boxer briefs, as she frantically worked to remove her own jeans and panties and add them to the pile.
“I need to get a condom,” I rasped, before I lost all thought or reasoning.
She bit her bottom lip. “I’m on birth control and haven’t been with anyone in a long while. I’m clean.”
“Same here,” I said, fisting my dick in a tight grip and rumbling my approval as she stood naked in front of me, her bare, smooth body luminous in the fading sunlight that streamed through my living room window.
She stepped up to me and brushed my hand away from my cock to wrap her own fingers around the hot, rigid length. Her fingertips didn’t quite meet around the girth, but her hand felt like silk as she softly pumped my shaft while I hooked a hand around the back of her neck and drew her close for a wild, hot kiss.
“Your hand feels so good,” I said between deep, dirty, mouth-fucking kisses. “So damn soft and perfect, just like every other part of you.”
“Let’s try something else,” she murmured, and pushed me toward the couch, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
I sank down onto the cushions as she dropped to her knees in front of me, scooting close to place a wet, steamy kiss to my dripping crown. Without further preamble, her sinful mouth engulfed every inch of me, and I grunted as her searching fingers pressed the sensitive flesh behind my balls, adding to the already intense sensations jolting through me. I wrapped the strands of her ponytail around my fist as she played and teased me with her mouth and tongue, while I did my best to fight the urge to thrust all the way back to her throat and watch her swallow every drop as I came.
“I love how you suck me,” I muttered, and felt myself get even harder as I watched one of her hands slip between her spread thighs to toy with her clit.
Jesus, I wouldn’t last long with that tempting visual, I thought feverishly. Her fingers rubbed vigorously between her legs as she brought me to the brink with her mouth, and I made a split-second decision. She yelped in surprise as I tossed her onto the couch, seizing her hand in mine to lick and suck the juices that gleamed on her fingertips.
“You’re delicious,” I growled as I loomed over her, my arms and legs caging her in. “I love the way your pussy tastes.”
I bent down to kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to share the salty flavor of her arousal as my cock prodded her wet, slick opening. Her body yielded to the head of my shaft, but I didn’t slide in all the way—not yet. She squirmed beneath me for more of my dick and made a soft mewling sound of frustration.
“God, you’re starving for it, aren’t you, Baby?” I rumbled as I slowly nudged my tip in and out, teasing her with the promise of filling her full. “You’re practically shaking.”
She smiled at me, an erotic and mysterious grin as she wound one leg around my waist and the other against the back of my thighs, pulling me closer. I leaned in and dropped kisses to her neck and breasts as my cock slid in just a little further.
“So are you,” she taunted as she reached between us and caressed my cock where it emerged from her body. “You can’t resist me.”
I didn’t even try and deny her claim. “That’s absolutely true.”
With a hard flex of my hips, I slammed all the way home, pulling a pleasured cry from her lips as her pussy stretched to accommodate all of me, all at once.
Her fingernails dug into my shoulders like a wildcat, and I was sure they would leave crescent-shaped wounds behind, but I didn’t give a shit. I pounded into her supple body as she bucked up against me, giving as good as she got. It was rough and filthy and wild, like the life-shatteringly good sex that had haunted me since that night in my hotel room with her.
She threw her head back and I leaned down to run my tongue up her neck, licking the sheen of sweat from her skin. She met me thrust for thrust, and for every shred of pleasure that I pulled from her heated body, she answered back with demands of her own. I grabbed one of her legs and flung it over my shoulder to open her wider as I pounded into her hot center. Marcie’s eyes glinted with excitement as she reached down to strum at her clit.
“I’m about to come,” I grunted as I pummeled her with short, fast strokes. “Come with me.”
Her fingers danced over her clit as her pussy started fluttering around me. I reached down and pushed her hand aside to take over, to give her exactly what she needed to join me, so I could feel her pussy milking every last drop from my dick.
“Now,” I demanded, landing a short, sharp slap against her clit.
Her back arched and her mouth opened wide with a silent scream, and I tapped her pussy one more time as she convulsed around my length. The tight clasp of her hot channel as she climaxed sent me over the edge, and with a feral growl I came so hard that my vision blackened around the edges and my entire body shuddered. I thrust one more time, burying my shaft as deep as I could go as semen blasted out the tip of my cock.
It was the most intense orgasm of my life, hard enough that I felt every nerve ending along my damp skin tingle.
Shuddering and panting, we clung together as we drifted back down to earth, a sweaty tangle of trembling limbs.
“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she admitted as she pushed a damp strand of hair out of her face.
She winced as I withdrew from the warm, tight clasp of her body and stood.
“Like what?” I asked, reaching out to help her to her feet. I kept her hand held tightly in mine as I pulled her into my bedroom, all the way into the master bathroom.
“So…electric,” she said thoughtfully. She glanced around my bathroom and arched an eyebrow, looking impressed with the en suite. “Denton, this is really nice.”
“Thanks,” I said as I leaned over to turn on the shower.
As the water warmed up, I pulled two fluffy towels out of the linen closet and stacked them on the counter, then pulled Marcie close to me again, relishing the feel of her naked skin against mine. “And I’m not surprised that fucking you felt that way again.”
“I wondered if it was a fluke the first time,” she said softly as she pulled the band from her hair and shook out her ponytail, letting her dark hair cascade around her shoulders and down her back. “The drinks or just the rush of doing it with a stranger or something.”
I stepped into the shower, pulling her in behind me before I closed the glass door and wrapped my arms around her under the rainfall showerheads. The steam billowed around us as she gazed up at me, and the steady flow of water saturated her thick strands.
“It’s not a fluke, Marcie,” I finally said, placing a soft, adoring kiss on her lips, needing her to see and feel and admit to what I already knew. “Everything about this connection between us is real.”
“Yeah,” she replied, burrowing closer against my chest. “I’m beginning to realize that.”
She smiled at me then, a brilliant smile that I felt straight through into the deepest parts of myself. The parts that I thought would never feel anything remotely close to this again after my wife had walked out on me.
And maybe that was right—I didn’t feel like I ever had with Elyse, but maybe what I felt for Marcie was better. Deeper. Stronger.