TooHottoTouch (5 page)

There was a collective “ooh” over the last part. “A military
man?” This from Eleni.

“Yes.”

“I bet he’s jacked,” observed Cassie.

“He’s in very good shape,” Zoë confirmed, and again tried
hard not to picture his bulging muscles and tight ass. Tried and failed, of
course.

Georgia put down her wine. “Does he have those abdominal
muscles or tendons or whatever they are that make that ‘V’?” She ran her hands
down either side of her pelvis to emphasize her point.

Zoë practically choked on her mouthful of wine as she
pictured Sean’s hard cock jutting up between that very shape. “Yes,” she ground
out between gritted teeth.

There was another collective “ooh” out of the crowd as the
information was absorbed.

“Does Penny know about him?” This was from Cassie once more.
She was as close to Zoë’s daughter as a sister.

Zoë’s stomach did a little flip when she thought of her
kids. She hadn’t really considered how they might feel about her dating someone
close to their age. “No, I haven’t told her or Nick and you’re not going to say
anything either.” When the girl pouted at the dictate, she added, “She doesn’t
need to hear about something that may very well go nowhere while she’s working
on her dissertation.”

Vroula rolled her eyes. “Is that what the kids are calling
it these days? In my day, it was called backpacking around Europe with your
boyfriend.”

Zoë couldn’t argue the point. Penny and her boyfriend were
both working on their doctorates in art history. What they intended to live on
once they had the degree was anyone’s guess. “Regardless, she’s gone for the
summer. She’ll meet Sean when she gets back, assuming we’re still dating.” She
shrugged as if it didn’t matter to her one way or the other. It did though. She
was falling for the guy fast and hard.

“Sounds like you’re going strong,” Georgia observed. “Why
borrow trouble?”

Then
Yiayia
spoke up. “He is wounded,” she said in
Greek.

Eleni said, “Oh, is he missing a leg or something?”

“What a question,” her mother Vroula admonished, but they
all looked at Zoë in anticipation of the answer.

Yiayia
answered for her. “Inside.” She tapped her
heart with her hand. “He hurts inside.” Of course the older woman had heard the
nightmare and she had survived the Nazi occupation of Greece as a young woman.
She knew the horrors of war better than anyone else in the room.

Resigned to the discussion, Zoë confirmed, “He suffers from
PTSD.”

“Shell-shocked,” Aunt Sophia said to Vroula when the other
woman frowned with confusion. “That’s what we called it back in the day.” She
leaned toward Zoë. “Is he dangerous? I mean, one hears stories.”

Zoë appreciated the concern. “No, he’s not dangerous. He’s
never hurt anyone, he’s just dealing with anxiety. He’s getting treatment.” As
she told the tale though, she realized he was still in a vulnerable state.
Perhaps dating wasn’t the right thing for him at the moment. Then again, she
recalled how she had helped him settle back down and go to sleep. The memory of
his hard length filling her mouth and the taste of his salty arousal made her
tingle with pleasure. A smile played across her lips.

Eleni laughed. “Looks like he’s getting a healthy dose of
Zoë. Is that medically approved?”

Zoë laughed with the other women, but still, in the back of
her mind, she wondered. Was she doing the right thing?

Sean found his parents sitting in front of the television,
which was their typical after-dinner activity. They both looked up when he came
in. He could have used the steps in the garage to go up to his apartment without
seeing them, but he knew they liked having him check in. Even though living at
home was a big help with his finances, he needed his space. With what he made
at the diner, he’d soon have enough to rent his own apartment without worrying
about depleting his savings too much. He looked forward to not having to see
the expressions of worry and relief that marred his parents’ faces whenever he
returned. He hated how he had done that to them and still resented a bit that
it had taken them, especially his father, a while to accept he needed help. He
told himself he had to let it go. He heard his doctor’s voice in his head
telling him that those kinds of thoughts and feelings were counterproductive.
He waved at them with one foot inside the kitchen and one still in the mud
room.

“Hey, I’m home. I’m just going to grab a shower and make it
an early night.” He turned to make good his escape. His mother’s voice brought
him up short.

“Do you want me to warm up some dinner for you?”

He stopped with his hand on the doorjamb and smiled at her.
“No, thanks, Mom. I grabbed something at work.”

She nodded in understanding and went back to watching her
show. His father, however, got up and came over to him.

“Everything okay?” the older man asked in a voice too quiet
to reach his wife’s ears.

“Everything’s fine, Dad.” He stayed where he was though. He
could see by the way his father stood with his fists jammed into his front
pockets that he had more to say.

“I only ask because your mother was worried when you didn’t
come home last night.”

Sean groaned inwardly. He definitely needed to get his own
place. “Sorry. I should have called. It was a last-minute thing.” Knowing his
father wanted to know more but wouldn’t dare ask, he volunteered the
embarrassing truth. Sex had never been a comfortable topic between him and his
dad. “I had a date and it went better than I expected.” He shrugged and looked
down at the floor. “I spent the night at her place.”

His father huffed out a long breath and leaned in. “It
wasn’t one of them bar bunnies, was it?”

Sean wanted to laugh. Zoë was so far from the kind of women
he had whored around with the previous year, it was hard to believe he had once
lived his life that way. “No, Dad, she’s not. Truthfully, she’s a little older
than I am and very sensible.” He didn’t bother to tell the other man she was
his boss. The revelation would only lead to a lecture, and he was too tired and
too happy with dating Zoë to hear it. He also ignored the obvious conflict a
person of his father’s generation might see in being sensible and still
sleeping with a guy on the first date.

Fortunately, his father chose not to pursue the matter. “All
right, then. Next time call. Your mother was worried.”

His mother, sure, not his father. He could see the concern
in the man’s eyes. He had seen it plenty during the hospital stay. His old man
had never been good at admitting his feelings. No matter how much help Sean got
in dealing with his own, there was always going to be a space between them.

“Sure, Dad.” He started for the door, stopped and turned. “I
may as well tell you now I probably won’t be home tomorrow night. I’ve got
another date.”

His father scratched his head and muttered. “Well, you’re a
grown man.”

Sean watched him rejoin his mother, pat her hand and focus
once more on the television. His parents had a good marriage. Watching them sit
in companionable silence, he knew it was the kind of relationship he hoped to
have one day himself. Images of his night with Zoë popped into his mind as they
had all day. His body responded to the memories in its usual horn-dog fashion.
Blood rushed into his cock and his nerve endings went on high alert. He took
the steps to his apartment two at a time to avoid any chance either of his
parents would decide to speak with him again and notice how aroused he had
become.

Once inside his apartment, he went straight to the bathroom.
A shower had been on his agenda already. Now he knew he needed more than to
wash the grime off of his body. He felt foolish jerking off in the shower as if
he were a teenager again, but the alternative was to leave evidence behind his
mother might find. No matter how often he told her she didn’t need to, he knew
she came in and cleaned his place. The choice of doing nothing was also off the
table. Between the PTSD and the meds given to treat it, his sex drive had been
practically nonexistent for months. His sexy boss had kicked it back into gear
and he wasn’t inclined to dissuade it.

Stripping off his clothes, he stepped into the shower and
set the water stream to hot and pulsing. He turned his back to the spray and
groaned. The jets of water bombarded his aching back in a wet massage. For long
minutes he stood with his eyes closed, his legs braced and his fingers loosely
wrapped around his cock. He was in no hurry and wanted to build the pleasure
slowly. Visions of Zoë played in his mind. He didn’t need to conjure her up in
some crazy fantasy either. Merely remembering how she had looked at work,
bopping around, checking on everything, her shapely ass disappearing around a
corner, was enough to stiffen his cock and make it pulse to the beat of the
water.

He tightened his grip on the hard flesh and teased it more
earnestly. His other hand cupped his balls and rolled them between thumb and
forefinger. His chest rose and fell with a quickened pace as he imagined Zoë
naked and sharing the hot shower with him. Her eyes caressed his body with a
sultry gaze. Her tongue licked her lips. Those perfectly plump breasts with
their large, taut nipples beckoned him. He reached out to pull her to him, to
press her slick skin against his. Her belly rubbed his cock while he played
with her ass.

He stifled a groan as the tension mounted within him. His
lungs struggled to drag in air. He bucked his hips forward while his fingers
picked up speed. In his mind he rubbed his cock between himself and a frenzied
Zoë. Her fingers gripped his waist to urge him on. It wasn’t enough for him to
clench the cheeks of her ass. He wanted more, something he had never dared have
with any woman. His hand slipped down into the cleft and found the forbidden
hole. It was so easy to slide first one finger and then the other into a
tightness he could only imagine. Zoë didn’t mind. She urged him on.
“Faster,
harder, deeper,” she whispered. “Take me where I’ve never gone before.”

He fumbled with the soap, desperate to slick up his cock.
Spinning Zoe around to face away from him, he clasped her bottom cheeks in both
hands and spread them open. He slid his rod between them and pressed against
the rosebud. Impossibly tight heat sucked him inside, gripped him, milked him
as his hips jerked at a frantic pace. Staccato moans, his and hers, echoed
around the tile as the tension within him mounted. He dug his fingers into her
plump flesh and drove his cock in balls-deep.

The climax erupted out of his fevered body. He had to bite
his lip to keep from yelling. The force of it nearly caused him to fall.
Releasing his balls, his hand shot out to brace against the wall. With his
other hand, he worked his cock until he had wrung it dry. When the spasms
subsided, he put both hands on the wall while he caught his breath. Holy mother
of God, after only one date, this woman had the power to bring him nearly to
his knees with only a fantasy. The pathetic thing was he wanted her still, again.
It was going to be a long night.

* * * * *

Zoë squealed in surprise when Sean entered the kitchen and
grabbed her from behind. The sound morphed into a long moan as he cupped her
breasts and planted kisses on her neck. Her body melted into his and she cocked
her head to one side to give him better access to her succulent flesh. She
smelled and tasted faintly of cinnamon, butter and honey, having spent the last
few hours of the day standing at the metal work station making pastries for the
coming week. He laved his tongue up her slender neck and nibbled at her
earlobe.

“We’re all locked up, boss,” he whispered in her ear. “Time
for our date.” He caressed her nipples with his fingertips. They were alone in
the diner, he’d made sure of it. Part of his brain warned him to step back and
wait for a more appropriate venue. But he wasn’t thinking with that organ at
the moment. The entire day had been torture, waiting for the moment he could
put his hands on the star of his fantasies.

She sighed heavily and went limp in his arms. “I thought
this day would never end. I don’t know why I ever thought I could date you and
work with you at the same time. It drives me crazy seeing you and not being
able to touch.”

Because her words matched his own feelings so perfectly, his
arousal revved up to high gear. His cock hardened and throbbed, trapped between
their bodies. He hadn’t intended to do more than fondle and kiss her in a bit
of teasing foreplay. A feral growl erupted from deep within him and he spun her
around. Her eyes flashed in surprise, but only for a second. Her lids lowered
to half mast, her lips parted as if in invitation. He decided to assume as
much, cupping the back of her head to bring their lips together.

He devoured her mouth, all intentions of being gentle, slow
and playful gone. His tongue swept inside and gave hers a frantic chase. When
she raised her arms to encircle his neck, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her
arms away. He pushed her hands behind her back and kept them there with a firm
grip. With his body, he pressed her against the workstation table, straddling
her legs to anchor her in place. It gave his aching cock perfect access to rub
against her belly. She whimpered and shimmied in his grasp.

With a curse, he pulled back and stared down at her. “I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strong.” When he released her and tried to
move back, she hooked a leg around him.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she ordered in a breathless voice.
She had kept her arms behind her even though he no longer held her. Her eyes
were closed. Her nipples stood out in sharp points from her t-shirt. Her
arousal was obvious. She was enjoying his forcefulness.

Knowing he could control her and she would like it set his
body on fire. Reaching around her, he tugged on the ties to her apron and
yanked it off her body. Her shirt was next and then her bra. Throughout the
partial stripping, she remained compliant, her only response to bite her lower
lip in obvious bliss. And as her magnificent breasts spilled free, she gave a
small moan. The dusky tips beckoned Sean. He wanted to dive into them, dive
into her and feast and fuck. Instead, he forced himself to slow down and plan
his attack.

He grabbed the apron and used it to tie her wrists in a
clumsy yet effective knot so she couldn’t release her arms. With fingers
unsteady from his growing need, he peeled her jeans and panties down her legs,
slipped the sandals off her feet and laid her bare to his gaze. There was so
much creamy, smooth skin to touch and lick, he didn’t know where to start. He
slid his hands up the outside of her legs and clasped her waist. It was tiny,
like most of the rest of her.

Tightening his grip, Sean hoisted her up to sit on the
table. The move gave him the perfect opportunity to clasp a nipple between his
lips and suck. Zoë moaned again in encouragement. Her warm breath teased the
top of his head. He could have stayed on that diet for hours, but spying the
jar of honey, he came up with a better plan. He scooped up a dollop of the
sweet stickiness with the stick inside and smeared a bit on each rosy bud.

When his lips next touched her hardened flesh, the nectar
was an extra treat. This is how he imagined her, succulent and intoxicating.
His tongue laved around the bud. As he swallowed the honey, he drew her flesh
farther into his mouth. One hand held the plump mound in place while his other
caressed the small of her back. She stirred restlessly in his hold, but tied as
she was, there was nowhere for her to go. Knowing he controlled her body
increased his own heat. His cock begged for him to pick up the pace. He ignored
it. With power came responsibility and he would not take her fully until he was
sure she was wet enough and willing to welcome him inside.

He switched breasts and smiled around the mouthful of flesh
when she cooed in response. When there was no more honey to consume, he kissed
her once more to share the last traces of the sweetness. Her mouth mated with
his in hungry passion. She fed his arousal and robbed him of breath. He had to
grab her head and force it back in order to break away. She cried out in
frustration.

“I need you inside me now, Sean. Please,” she begged.

He gazed down at her. Her eyes were shut tight, her lips
parted in further invitation. Her legs spread wide in blatant demand. It was
impossible to refuse. Yanking open his pants, he shoved a condom on his aching
cock and positioned himself between her thighs. She encircled him with her
legs, drew him closer to her. He slid his hands under her ass and tilted her
body to position his cock at the entrance of her pussy. The effect of his
ministrations was evident by her glistening folds. He shot his cock home with
one powerful thrust.

Zoë gasped and bucked at the invasion. She tightened the
grip of her legs to push him into her as far as he could go. Sean paused for a
moment, savoring the feel of being encased in her wet core. He angled her body
in order to press against her clit and bucked in a short thrust. Her moans
egged him on. He had intended to bring her to climax slowly and prolong his own
release. Need overwhelmed him, however, forcing him to pick up speed. Clasping
the back of her head, he brought their lips together and invaded her mouth. His
tongue fucked her with the same savage fury as his cock did her pussy. Her body
was completely within his control and he drove them both up and over.