Natural Passion (Au Naturel Trilogy Book 1)

by Anna Durand

  "No worries." I grinned, hoping she would believe what I was about to say. "Relax, Eve. I want your body, that's all. I'm even less interested in dating than you are."

  To prove my point, I shoved my hand between her legs, nestling it between her slick folds. The heel of my hand covered her clit. I ground my hand against that erect little nub until her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth fell open on a throaty moan. The hunger evident in that sound sent any blood that was left in my brain rushing south. I kept rubbing her clit while I stretched my fingers out to stroke her flesh, my longest finger nudging her opening.

  She slapped a hand over mine on her hip. "Oh Val, I want you. Now. Please."

  "You've got me." My voice had gone as husky as hers, strained by the need we both endured. I'd never been so aroused by a woman, so desperate to thrust into her moist heat and lose myself inside her. "In a minute, I promise."

  I gazed up at her belly, the way it quivered the slightest bit, and higher still to those perfect breasts rising and falling with every breath she sucked into her lungs.

  She gazed down at me, her lips parted. They'd turned a deeper shade of rose. She rocked her hips, pushing the heel of my hand harder into the rigid tip of her clit. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

  I would in a moment, but not yet. The longer I watched her, the more turned on she got, the harder I fought to hold back my raging need for her. I wanted to fuck Eve like I'd never wanted to fuck any woman. And I didn't want her to come until I was deep inside that lush body.

  Her head fell back. A long, luxurious moan resonated through her.

  I shifted my hand lower and plunged two fingers inside her. With my thumb, I worked her nub.

  "More," she begged, "more, please, more."

  Her plea shattered my willpower. I lunged my head up and gripped her ass with both hands, latching my mouth on to her nub, suckling and nipping, scraping my tongue over the rigid tip while my fingers dug into her cheeks, relishing the sound of her panting breaths. She clutched my head, her nails raking my scalp, and bucked her hips every time I sucked on her nub. I gazed up at her face while I worked her body, my breaths shortening and blustering through the hairs on her mound. Urgency gripped her features. She stopped breathing, and her body went stiff.

  "Oh no," I said, pulling my mouth away from her flesh, "I'm not letting you come yet."

  Her head snapped up, and she gaped at me. A delicate flush colored her cheeks.

  I skimmed my hands up and down her thighs.

  She kneed me in the side. "That was a dirty trick."

  "Maybe, but I think you like it dirty. Besides, you didn't make me come."

  "You told me not to." She bent her knees to sit on my lap, her wet and swollen flesh inches from my cock. "Do you have a condom?"

  I patted my chest and hips like I was searching for one. "Sorry, I don't have any pockets to keep anything in."

  "Right. You're always naked." Her gaze flicked down to my erection. She licked her lips. "Do you have any condoms anywhere? I don't. I'm on the pill, but…"

  "Have some in my room." I ran my hands up her thighs again. "You'll need to move off me so I can go get one."

  She glanced at my erection again and sighed, then slid off my lap.

  I sprinted out of the studio.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Eve

  I lay on my back on the velvet cushion, waiting for Val to come back with a condom. If I'd planned for this to happen, I would've stashed an entire box of Trojans in this room. Despite my reckless craving for him, I'd vowed I would not sleep with Val. So much for that resolution. Lying here, burning with desire, I couldn't remember any of the reasons why I'd sworn to avoid sex with this man.

  Minutes elapsed. A few turned into several. Several became an uncomfortably long time.

  "Val?" I called out.

  When he didn't respond, I shook my head. Of course he wouldn't hear me. He was probably still in his room down the hall rummaging around for his box of rubbers. I got up and moseyed out of the studio, intending to swerve right toward Val's room. A noise from the direction of the kitchen made me pause. I leaned to the side so I could get a peek into Val's room. Since I couldn't see him, I figured he'd gone into the kitchen, maybe to get some chocolate syrup we could drizzle over each other's bodies.

  I walked into the kitchen—and gasped.

  The door to the outside hung wide open, and Quentin had his fist clenched, ready to lash out.

  Val slumped against the wall massaging his jaw.

  No, this couldn't be what it seemed to be. Quentin couldn't have punched Val.

  "Get the hell out of here," Quentin snarled. He shook his fist in the air between them. "Or I'll lay another one on you. And this time, I'll draw blood."

  I gaped at my handyman. "What do you think you're doing?"

  Quentin's gaze veered to me. First, his eyes bulged. Next, his jaw dropped. His shock morphed into something else, something darker. One side of his mouth slanted upward while his tongue traced the inside of his lower lip. His wide eyes narrowed as he took in the full view of me.

  Totally naked.

  Maybe I should have run out of the room or at least snatched up a dish towel to cover part of myself, but I was too pissed.

  I focused on Val when I asked, "What happened here?"

  "He hit me," Val said, his voice surprisingly calm under the circumstances. He straightened and narrowed his gaze on Quentin. "I was coming back from my room when I heard the knob on the kitchen door jiggle. Came in here to check it out. That's when this bastard crashed through the door and attacked me."

  I suddenly noticed the box of condoms lying near his feet, open, silver packets scattered across the floor.

  Quentin's mouth crimped. "He's taking advantage of you. Right here in the kitchen where anybody might see."

  Val was using me? Seriously? I stomped up to Quentin, my breasts bouncing, and jabbed a finger into his chest. "You're the one who took advantage of me. Remember that night when I'd had one too many margaritas? A real gentleman would have seen me home and said good night. But you saw yourself into my bedroom and had your fun."

  For months, I'd convinced myself Quentin hadn't taken advantage of me. Today, with him staring at my body with a lustful gleam in his eyes, I no longer believed it.

  I stabbed my finger into his chest so hard he flinched. "You're fired."

  His eyes went wide again, with shock this time. "I'm sorry, Eve. I'll apologize to your boyfriend if you want."

  Val was not my boyfriend, but that was none of Quentin's business.

  "It's too late," I said. "You crossed a line, a big old red one with flashing lights on it. Breaking into my house? Attacking my guest? You and I, we're done. Get in your truck and get the hell off my property."

  "Let me get my tools first."

  I smacked my palm flat on his chest, making him stumble backward half a step. "I bought those tools. The only thing here that you own is your clothes and your truck. Get out of here, Quentin."

  Val took a step closer, but I shook my head at him. He stayed put.

  "Go," I snarled at Quentin. "I never want to see your face again. Your final paycheck will be mailed to you."

  Quentin sputtered like he was trying to form words but couldn't quite do it.

  I slammed both my palms onto his chest hard enough to make him stumble and trip over his own feet. "Get out!"

  He spun around and bolted out of the house, slamming the door.

  Val touched my arm. "Are you all right?"

  "Yes."

  Adrenaline spiked through my blood like an electric shock, but I would not let Quentin's invasion make me cry. I was too angry for that anyway. This energy created by my confrontation with Quentin, it burned inside me. As I focused my attention on Val, on his naked body and half-deflated erection dangling between his legs, the searing anger transformed into a different kind of energy.

  An engine roared to life outs
ide, followed by the harsh grumble and clatter of a vehicle speeding away down the gravel drive.

  I blew out a breath. "We should call off what we were about to do before the interruption."

  "We should," he said, but his voice had deepened into that sensual rumble again. He inched closer to me, his gaze skipping down to my breasts and lower to the hairs between my thighs before returning to my face.

  My gaze dropped to his swelling dick before lifting to his face. "We really shouldn't do this."

  "No, we shouldn't."

  "We ought to wait until we both calm down."

  He moved even closer, his cock now hard and nudging my belly. "You're right, we ought to wait until later."

  The weight of lust settled low in my belly, and the need throbbed in my sex from my clit all the way down to my entrance.

  I seized his face with both hands and crushed my mouth to his. Our tongues clashed, our teeth clashed, and we consumed each other like nothing in the universe, not even a nuclear explosion, could've severed our kiss.

  Val pulled away only long enough to snag a condom packet from the floor, tear it open with his teeth, and roll the rubber onto his erection.

  His mouth found mine again, his tongue scraping mine while his hands grasped my hips. He lifted me off the floor. Spinning around, he pinned me to the wall with his body and thrust inside me so hard and fast I gasped into his mouth. He hesitated. With our bodies joined, neither of us moved a muscle, not even our tongues that remained coiled around each other. He clasped my hands and held them to the wall above my head. Letting out a deep groan, he pumped his hips.

  I moaned, the sound muffled by his mouth. God, he felt so unbelievably good. I hooked my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside me, moaning again from the sheer bliss of his powerful thrusts. His tongue demanded a response, and my body was beyond willing to give in to anything he wanted. I couldn't catch my breath, but I didn't care. I clutched his hands tight enough to sink my nails into his flesh, but he didn't seem to notice or care. Flesh slapped on flesh, every thrust punctuated by a wet sucking sound.

  The phone rang, but my brain had shut down.

  He pumped faster, rougher, and ripped his mouth away from mine to bury his face against my neck. Grunts and groans burst out of him while I fought for breath, the power of my need growing and growing, escalating into a pressure so intense my ears rang and dark spots speckled my vision.

  About to come, so close, almost there.

  My release blasted through me in a tidal wave of pleasure. Every spasm in my sex gripped him like a vise. The only noise I could make was a desperate whimpering as he punched into me with ruthless strength, slamming me into the wall. My neck muffled his choked cry when he blew apart inside me.

  Panting, we both hung there in a suspended moment with our bodies connected in the most intimate way. His breaths blustered against my neck. Sweat drizzled down our bodies. Time seemed irrelevant, but after a few moments, we emerged from our mutual comas and untangled ourselves.

  Val kissed me sweetly, tenderly, then moved away to discard the condom in the trash can.

  I pushed away from the wall, wobbling a tiny bit.

  He caught my upper arms with his big hands. "How do you feel? I hadn't planned on taking you like that. Not the first time."

  The buzz of adrenaline had lessened, but it still had me kind of wired.

  "Wow," I said, fanning myself with one hand, "that was amazing."

  "I hope I didn't hurt you."

  Noticing the concern on his face, I laid my palms on his chest. "Don't worry. I'm tough."

  His mouth quirked. "I noticed that when you booted your handyman off the property."

  "Let's go to a bed—your room or mine, I don't care which—and do that again."

  "I'd love to." He drew me into his arms and kissed my forehead. "Maybe you need a glass of water first."

  "Sure, that sounds good. Water and a cookie." I rolled my eyes in the direction of the cabinet above the fridge. "I hide the best ones up there."

  He padded to the fridge and reached over it to open the cabinet.

  Damn, he was tall enough to reach that without standing on his toes.

  The phone rang.

  I grabbed the handset off the wall. "Hello?"

  "Evie, what's going on?" Ruth asked. "We saw Quentin stomp out of your house looking fit to kill someone, but then he drove off. That was one big cloud of dust he kicked up."

  "Yeah, I fired him."

  "Why?"

  "It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

  A long pause followed before Ruth said, "Is everything okay? Are you okay?"

  "Yes, Val's taking care of me." I glanced at him, where he stood beside the fridge holding a box of cookies, a question on his face. "We'll share the story with the whole gang at lunch."

  "Sure. See you then."

  We said goodbye, and I returned the phone to its cradle.

  Val arched one brow. "We'll share the story?"

  "Not everything, obviously." I ambled up to him and took the box of cookies. Flipping the lid up, I dived my hand inside to grab a fistful of chocolate-chip yummies. I shoved a crunchy cookie into my mouth and gobbled it up. "Maybe I should crumble these all over you and eat my snack off your skin."

  He chuckled. "I've had women lick whipped cream off of me, but never cookies."

  "You're a cookie-crumble virgin?" I started for the hallway, aiming for his room. "Let's go. It's my first time too."

  I took off at a dead run.

  Val's feet slapped on the wood floor as he sprinted after me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Val

  After Eve had her fun crumbling cookies onto my body, we made lunch for everyone and ate with the rest of the guests in the dining hall. Eve's playful, naughty side had surprised me, but only in the best way. I supposed I shouldn't have been surprised. She might've been a workaholic who refused to go nude in public, but she did like to wear sexy outfits that showed off her beautiful body.

  When Eve and I strolled into the dining hall, she was waylaid by Ruth and Sylvester who wanted to discuss what activities were on tap for the afternoon. Ollie approached me. After the usual pleasantries, he eyed my chest with a strange expression.

  He leaned in a touch and asked, "Is that a chocolate chip stuck to your chest?"

  I glanced down and realized it was in fact a chocolate chip, half melted and pasted to my skin. Eve had missed one.

  "Ah, yes," I said, grabbing a napkin off the buffet table to wipe off the chocolate. "I had cookies earlier."

  "You got cookies?" Ollie faked a pout as if the news offended him. "Eve never lets anybody near her secret cookie stash."

  "How do you know she has a stash if it's secret?"

  Ollie's mouth formed a sly smile. "Sometimes I help carry her groceries into her house. I saw boxes of cookies once and asked her about it. She swore me to secrecy, said she'd replace my insect repellent with sugar water if I told anyone." He waggled his eyebrows. "She must really like you if she let you see her cookie stash. It's like her own little pirate treasure. Keep expecting her to install a security system on that cabinet like something a museum might have to protect a huge diamond."

  Eve didn't share her cookies with anyone, but she'd shared them with me. She'd crumbled them in her hands, sprinkled them onto my chest, and licked the crumbs and chips off my skin one by one. Her tongue had been velvety and warm, her licks gentle and—

  My dick was stirring to life again.

  I changed the subject quickly by asking Ollie what he did for a living. For the next five minutes, I listened to every detail about his work as a computer systems engineer. It bored the fuck out of me, but Ollie clearly enjoyed talking about his work. I liked him, and I liked all the other guests, but I despised Eve's former handyman. Good riddance, I said.

  But I didn't say that to Eve.

  "How long are you staying at the resort?" I asked
Ollie.

  "Six weeks."

  "That's a long stay. Your employers must be generous with vacation time."

  He bunched his shoulders, staring down at the ground with his lips pinched. "Yeah, they're real generous."

  The tone of his voice implied they weren't generous at all. I might've asked him more about that, but it wasn't my business.

  Ollie waved to some of the other guests. "How about a round of miniten?"

  My conversation with Ollie ended there since I didn't feel like donning a thug to whack a tennis ball back and forth over a net. I wanted to get Eve alone. Preferably with cookies. Maybe chocolate syrup too.

  I had to wait for my chance, but after lunch, Eve and I retreated into her house for more private time. We enjoyed each other in every room in the house until a vehicle pulled into the driveway and Eve announced it was dinnertime. She had ordered Italian food from a local restaurant. I would've preferred to have dinner with her alone in the house, so I could eat my fettuccine alfredo off her body, but she insisted on socializing with the other guests.

  "I've been ignoring them," she announced while I watched her dress. "Spent most of the day having sex with you instead of tending to the needs of all my guests."

  "My needs are the most pressing." I was lying on the bed in her room, where only ten minutes ago I'd been ravishing her. She stood in front of her dresser. I loved watching her get dressed, if only so I could look forward to stripping her later. "I don't think I can survive an hour without fondling your body."

  She dropped onto the bed beside me and patted my cheek. "I think you'll live."

  I did survive dinner, though I couldn't stop looking at Eve. Sylvester and Ruth teased me about it, but I was immune to that kind of harassment. The entire world had seen me naked, on the football field and in a sex tape, and those incidents had eradicated what little shame I'd had before that. At least Sylvester and Ruth were kind people who teased me out of affection, not paparazzi hounding me or comedians turning me into a nasty joke.

  Being here with Eve and her guests, I didn't feel like a notorious scoundrel anymore. I liked the way I felt here. I'd become an almost-normal human being.