Medea didn’t do it for him. Not like Deme. The red-haired Wiccan had had him bewitched from the first time he’d met her, and being assigned to help her find her missing sister had only brought his desires to a head. She was the toughest, smartest, softest-in-all-the-right-places woman he’d ever met and he couldn’t imagine being satisfied with anyone else.
After stripping him of his shirt, Deme unbuttoned her jeans.
Cal pushed her fingers aside and slid his hands inside the waistband of her panties, cupping her warm bottom. Then he eased the denim jeans and her silken underwear over the curve of her hips and down her long, sexy legs. “Lose the shoes,” he breathed against her ear.
Without hesitation Deme toed the back of one shoe and kicked it off. The other followed, giving Cal a clear path to slide the jeans off her legs. Once she’d stepped clear of the fabric, Cal ran his hands back up the insides of her thighs to the soft fur of her sex.
“Oh, baby, I’ve dreamed of you like this.” His fingers cupped her, one sliding into her warm wetness, his thumb pushing through to her folds, finding and stroking her clit. His other hand smoothed over her breasts, tweaking first one, then the other.
Deme clutched his arms, her nails digging into Cal’s skin, sending a delightful edge of pain through him, heightening the sexual tension between them.
His cock strained against his fly, eager to be set free from the confines of his trousers.
Deme’s gaze captured and held his, her eyes glazed, her breathing coming in short gasps. “Promise me you’ll tell me if you’re tired of us, before I find you screwing around.”
“What?” His mind on his cock, Cal had to drag himself back to reality to address her comment. He sucked in a deep breath, his finger still buried in her pussy, his heart racing at the stall. “Baby, I’d tell you. I promise. But it isn’t gonna happen. I want you in my life and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.” One hand squeezed her shoulder, his fingers sliding down her arm to her waist. He dragged her close, nudging her with the hardened ridge beneath his pants.
“Good, because if I catch you cheating on me again...” She reached for the button on his jeans, pushing it free, then slid his zipper down.
“You’ll what?” His cock jutted out into her palm and he hissed, his skin sensitive to her every touch.
“I’m make you sorry.” Deme wrapped her fingers around him and slid down the length of him, all the way to the base where she fondled his balls, squeezing gently.
Done with talk, and past the point of no return, Cal swept Deme into his arms, strode across the room and through her bedroom door. He sat her on the edge of the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothing. Then he dropped to his knees and parted her thighs, draping them over his shoulders. He kissed a path from the inside of her knee all the way up to where her channel glistened with the moisture of her desire.
His tongue lapped at the musky juices, swirling into her, tasting and teasing as he worked his way up to the tiny stretch of skin cradled between her folds. A hidden treasure to be teased and coaxed until she screamed out her frustration and need.
Cal flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Deme lay back against the comforter, her back arching, a moan rising from her chest.
“More?” he asked.
“By the goddess, yesss.” Her fingers threaded through his hair and dug into his scalp, urging him closer.
He tapped her again, this time sliding his tongue over the length of her opening and then sucking her clit into his mouth, tugging on it gently. Cal let go and blew a cool stream of air over her heated flesh, knowing she loved it and hated it all at once. He liked that he could bring her to orgasm so quickly and liked even more to prolong the torture until she lost herself completely.
She drew in a deep breath, her body going rigid. “Oh, please. Don’t stop now,” she wailed.
Taking pity on her frustration, he lapped, nibbled and stroked her until she cried out, her heels digging into the muscles of his back, a spasm shaking her body.
As she shot over the edge of her climax, Cal rose quickly, rolled a condom over his cock and thrust deep inside her in one fluid movement. He rammed home, burying himself up to his balls before he slid back out to the very tip.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and tightened, forcing him back in. “You’re killing me. Don’t tease.”
Cal laughed and entered her again, settling into a fast and furious rhythm, pumping in and out like a racecar piston. As he neared his climax, he scooted her fully onto the mattress and lay down over her, his arms around her, crushing her to him as he drove in one last time.
Then his body tensed and his cock twitched shooting his seed into the safety of the prophylactic.
For a long moment he lay atop her, skin to skin, reveling in her beauty and the scent of peaches and roses that was uniquely Deme. Then he rolled to the side, taking her with him, refusing to break their intimate connection.
* * *
Deme lay for a long moment, basking in the afterglow of making love with Cal. During the intensity of their coupling, she’d pushed aside the memory of him and the black-haired beauty. Now the image returned banishing the residual warmth, making Deme all too aware of her nakedness and the coolness of the air in her apartment.
Cal must have sensed her withdrawal. “I didn’t kiss her.” As if to emphasize his point, he brushed his lips across hers.
The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was of what she’d seen. “It doesn’t matter. You need to leave now.”
His brow furrowed and his rapidly deflating cock slipped out of her. “Are you sure? You’ve been gone a month...” he pressed a kiss to her eyelid. “I’ve missed you...” his lips slid along her cheekbone and trailed down the side of her throat.
Deme’s gut tightened. She had dreamed of her homecoming, of Cal staying in her apartment, them making love throughout the night and sleeping through the next day.
With a resigned sigh, she shook her head. “You need to go. We have to work tomorrow. It’ll be my first day on the job, and I want to make a good impression on Chief Warner.”
Cal captured her face between his palms and forced her to look him in the eye. “You can have your space, but know this...I don’t give up easily.” He kissed her, his tongue pushing past her clenched teeth to stroke the length of hers.
His hand cupped the back of her head, urging her closer, lengthening the connection.
When Cal broke away, Deme wanted to reach out and bring him back, to go for round two.
And based on the stiffness of his member, Cal was ready too. Instead he rolled off the bed and stood, staring down at her, his mouth set in a grim line. “Welcome home, Deme.” Then he gathered his clothing and dressed quickly.
Deme pulled the sheets up over her breasts and feasted her eyes on his naked hard body with broad shoulders that seemed to fill any room he entered. What was she doing? What was she trying to prove? She wanted him more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life. Then why the hell was she pushing him away?
When he had his pants and shoes on, he slipped his shirt over his shoulders and grabbed his jacket from the floor. He stood in the doorway to her bedroom and glanced back at her, giving her every opportunity to change her mind.
When Deme didn’t say anything, Cal left, closing the door behind him.
Deme rolled out of the bed and headed straight for the bathroom and a shower to cool the heat raging inside. The ivy plant she’d left on the counter drooped. Her sisters had checked on her apartment