Renegade

by Lora Leigh

  The rasp of the washcloth over her flesh reminded her of Nik. The calloused heat of his hands coursing over her body, touching her, feeling her. Eyes closed, inhibitions lost, a muted moan left her lips, shocking her with the hunger rife in the sound.

  She had never wanted as she wanted at this moment. A man's touch, his kiss. No, not just a man's, Nik's. Nik's touch. Nik's kiss. His hands smoothing over her stomach, hips, to her thighs and beyond.

  Dropping the cloth, she let her fingers touch, so desperate, so on fire, now that nothing but flesh on flesh could come close to giving her what she needed. Her head tipped back against the shower wall, the feel of her hair caressing the tops of the rounded globes of her rear another caress. Another reminder of a touch she wanted, a touch she had no hope of attaining if she didn't have Nik. Brushing her fingers over the swollen curves of her sex, Mikayla drew in a hard, broken breath at the whispered caress against her clit.

  Sensation shot through her, clenching her stomach and tightening her thighs as her fingers parted the slick, dew-rich curves of her pussy and delved inside. It was good, damned good, but not as good as Nik.

  A needy moan fell from her lips again as she dragged her free hand to her breasts, her fingers brushing against first one nipple, then the next. She let her nails rake against them as she fought to find the feel of Nik's calloused, roughened fingertips against them. Almost. She almost had the sensation. The pleasure.

  Water pounded around her, hot and wet as her fingers slid through the slick layer of juices that eased from her vagina. She wanted, ached, to be touched there. To be taken. It was a hunger unlike anything she could have imagined.

  "Mikayla!"

  Her eyes flew open in shock to meet the searing blue flames in Nik's gaze. One hand still cupped her sex, the other her breast, her fingers on her nipples as her brain tried to comprehend the sudden change.

  To assimilate the fact that Nik was stripping. His T-shirt tossed aside in the space of a breath, his jeans loosened with one hand, unzipped, his cock springing free as he pushed them over his hips, his gaze refusing to release hers, his expression filled with hunger, with something more than pure lust.

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  "I . . ." She tried to talk, to explain, as his hand gripped hers and drew it from between her thighs.

  Heat flushed her face. She had been standing there, still touching herself, as he undressed. How mortifying. And yet how sexy.

  The water shut off. She blinked back at him as he drew her from the shower. Mesmerized. That was what she was. She was mesmerized. She knew damned well what was getting ready to happen and she was suspended between disbelief and helpless anticipation.

  When his lips met hers, adrenaline jacked through her veins, pouring into her senses as she felt his hands stroking over her.

  No, those weren't his hands. Well, they were, but he held a towel between his flesh and hers.

  Drying her.

  A moan tore between their lips as she cried out at the friction against her sensitive flesh. She felt weak, uncertain. The rasp of the towel over her skin was almost too much; sudden, sharp spears of pleasure tore through her.

  Her gasps of surprised pleasure were silenced by his lips on hers, but the jerking of her body, the hard inhalation, wasn't lost on him. It seemed to make him harder, hotter. His lips slanted over hers, his tongue pressing against her and stroking in rapid-fire motions that stoked her own need higher.

  Mikayla stopped trying to make sense of it. The hard naked press of his cock against her stomach was like a brand. His hands were wide, strong, holding her to him as he lifted her, turned, carried her to the bedroom.

  Mikayla was shaking. She could feel the tremors racing through her body as his lips continued to ransack hers.

  "You'll be the death of me." He pulled back from the kiss as he laid her on the bed, staring down at her, the broad, bronzed width of his shoulders shadowing her. She had to touch them.

  Her nails raked over the tough flesh, felt the flesh of muscle beneath.

  "How?" She forced the word past her lips, questioning his statement rather than begging for him as she wanted to.

  Watching his hand move, his long fingers cup her breast, Mikayla lost the ability to reason anything then.

  "This . . ." The answer was lost on her. "This sweet, sexy little body. That innocence in your eyes. I don't know if my conscience can survive you, Mikayla."

  "Then make it worth it," she whispered, fighting the whimper in her voice. "For both of us."

  She had to touch him as she spoke. She had never imagined pleasure like this, never imagined such need to touch a man. Her hand slid down his chest, his hard abs, to the thick stalk of flesh rising from between his thighs.

  She couldn't encircle it with her fingers. It was heavy, strong, and hot, throbbing beneath her fingers with life and pleasure.

  Mikayla's neck arched as his lips came to hers again, his kiss hungrier, hotter, than ever before.

  It was going to happen, she thought. Her ideal of romance had been shot to hell. The white dress she had planned was dust in the wind.

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  Would antique white work? she wondered, because she wasn't about to deny herself this.

  She wanted to touch him. All of him. All over.

  His hair-roughened thigh stroked against her softer one as she ran her foot up his lower leg, feeling the strength, heat, and soft male hair against her foot. She hadn't known her feet could be so sensitive.

  But she had known her neck was sensitive. Still, when his lips brushed down it, moved from her lips, she couldn't halt the cry that escaped her lips. She wanted to rub her entire body against him.

  His shoulder tasted of a hint of salt, a lot of hard, vibrant male, and of life. The taste of his flesh was almost an aphrodisiac, drawing her further into the sensual vortex wrapping around her.

  "You don't know what you're asking for," he groaned as his lips brushed along her skin, moving unerringly to the swollen curves of her breasts. She didn't know what she was asking for?

  "Everything you have to give me," she demanded, her head grinding against the pillow as his hands cupped her breasts, lifting them as his mouth descended on one hard, violently sensitive nipple.

  "Look at me, Mikayla." His tone was darker, rougher. Forcing her eyes open, Mikayla stared into the pale blue flames of hunger in his gaze.

  "You don't want everything," he whispered, his cheek brushing against her nipple.

  "Everything." No matter how dark, no matter how lusty. She wanted all of him. His eyes narrowed on her, his tongue licked out, stroking over her nipple a second before his lips covered it, drawing it into the liquid fire of his mouth. Mikayla arched, her arms wrapping around his neck to hold him to her as she felt one hand move from her breast to her thigh. She tried to pay attention; she really did. She needed to have an idea of what to do to him when she got the chance. What would make him crazy. Deirdre said it could be done that way. That men would sometimes touch how and where they liked being touched.

  If that was true, then she was doomed to failure.

  What was he doing with his mouth on her nipple? The way he suckled it, the way his teeth and tongue rasped over it, was making her insane. The deep drawing strokes were sending sharp bolts of sensation tearing into her belly, her clit. She was helpless beneath him. Mikayla hadn't imagined pleasure could be so sharp, so deep. As his lips moved from nipple to nipple, caressing and tormenting each in turn, she found herself growing desperate for more. More touch. More pleasure. Her fingers dug into his hair, holding on to the strands as his hips rolled between her thighs, the hard wedge of his cock pressing into her lower stomach. The pleasure was extreme. It rolled through her in waves of sensation too strong, too shocking, to assimilate as his lips moved from her breasts, lower, down her stomach, then to her thighs.

  "You think you can handle it, little innocent?" he growled as his lips brushed over her thighs.

  "Anything you want to dish out." Lightning was going to strike
her dead for that lie, because just the feel of the ends of his hair brushing along her thighs was throwing 101

  her senses into chaos.

  That amused quirk of his lips was almost worth the lie, though. It was so sexy, wicked, dominant.

  And just that quick sensation speared along her clit, jerking her body to high alert and drawing her knees up along his hips.

  "Good?" he asked.

  Good? His fingers were milking her clit. Gently she gave him that. But the effect was catastrophic. She would have retaliated if she had enough of her brain left to figure out how to retaliate.

  Instead, her fingers tightened in his hair as her hips arched, driving her clit closer to his lips instead.

  His lips stroked along either side of it, brushing her thighs, sparking flames along each nerve ending he encountered.

  "That's not fair," she moaned.

  "Fair would have us on opposite sides of the earth, sugar," he crooned as his tongue swiped against her flesh. "Do you want me to play fair?"

  "No." Her head shook quickly. If he left her now, she might have to actually turn into the bitch her brothers swore she was becoming.

  "Then what should I do?"

  "Taste me."

  Mikayla froze. Nik even froze, as though the very idea that she had said such a thing stopped the world on its axis somehow.

  Shy virgin Mikayla? Talking dirty?

  She knew how to do it, she thought mutinously.

  "Taste you?" he whispered a second before he placed a gentle kiss directly over her clit. "Mikayla, playtime is almost over. Are you very certain this is what you want?"

  "I told you, do your worst." She was insane and she knew it. She wanted the memories, though. Every one of them. When he was gone, she wanted to know she had for the first time been who she wanted to be. That she was herself. That for once she threw caution to the wind and lived for the moment and grabbed the chance she had at true sensual pleasure.

  Do his worst? Nik had varied and wicked scenarios he'd replayed in his imagination more than once where Mikayla was concerned.

  Having her beneath him, naked, wild, was but part of it. He'd never imagined she was so courageous, so daring, as to challenge him to do his worst. Because his worst could be bad. Sexual, dominant, and hungry, he was a man who knew the depths of his own hungers, just as he knew that holding back with this woman would be next to impossible.

  She had dared him. Under normal conditions that wouldn't be enough, but with Mikayla it was the switch that unlocked the sexual beast prowling beneath. Staring up at her, he gave her one last level look from beneath his lashes, gauged her true courage, then parted the swollen folds of her pussy and laid his lips to the sweet pink sensitive flesh of her clit.

  Her hips arched, strong and fast. Holding her thighs firmly, Nik held her in place as he placed kiss after delicate kiss against the throbbing nubbin. Her hips jerked in his hold, strangled cries falling from her lips as he used his 102

  tongue with each kiss, flicked at the delicate knot of nerves, and began priming her body. She was a virgin, not an idiot, Mikayla assured herself desperately as she felt her senses burning beneath the destructive kisses Nik placed on her swollen clit. She may not have physical experience, but she read. She listened. She watched television and she had her own fantasies. And she sensed what she liked. Which was pretty much anything with Nik.

  Lifting her hips closer to him, she let herself revel in the pleasure racing through her, even as she fought to keep herself from becoming catatonic within it. She wanted this. Every touch he would give her. But she wanted more as well. She wanted to touch as well as be touched. She wanted to drive him just as crazy for her as she was for him.

  Broad shoulders were wedged between her thighs, holding her open to him as his lashes lifted, his gaze meeting hers as he licked around her clit. Stroked it, lashed at it in a caress so wickedly hot there should have been flames flickering over her flesh. Watching, barely able to process anything but the pleasure, Mikayla arched closer, needing more.

  And Nik was more than willing to give her more. As her juices eased from her vagina, his lips and tongue licked lower, drawing closer to the center of the vicious ache whipping through her body.

  His fingers parted the folds of flesh as a moan tore from her lips once again. And he licked. Long, slow licks, his tongue flickering over the entrance, dipping inside, a harsh groan tearing from his throat as she arched closer.

  God, she needed closer.

  "Nik!" His name tore from her lips as his tongue thrust inside her, penetrating with a heat that tore the last shred of restraint from her mind. Her thighs fell open further, knees lifting as her fingers buried in his hair to hold him closer to her. The feel of his tongue inside her, stroking flesh that had never been touched, exciting nerve endings just newly awakened.

  She twisted against him, loving each caress, relishing it as her fingers bunched in his hair to hold him to her. Each lash and impalement of his tongue drove her closer to the edge, stoked the fires inside her higher, and built the need for more higher with every stroke.

  She was going to come. She knew she was riding the edge, knew that once she slipped over it then there wouldn't be a chance that this would be a shared adventure. It would become her adventure alone.

  She wanted to touch him as well. Wanted to watch her hands stroke over his chest, feel the strength of his cock beneath her hand, her lips.

  "Nik, please," she moaned as shudders of near ecstasy began to wrack her body.

  "Please, Nik."

  "Please what, baby?" His head turned, his lips stroking against her inner thigh once again.

  "Let me touch you. Please, Nik, before I come, I need to touch you." He couldn't bear it.

  Nik stared up at her, seeing his demise in dazed amethyst eyes and flushed feminine features. He didn't dare allow her to touch him yet. Not yet. As he held her gaze his fingers stroked into the tender slit of her pussy, parting the 103

  folds, following the shallow valley to the wet entrance of her sex. Slick and heated, the little opening clenched at the touch of his finger, flexing against his caress. Her eyes dazed further. Hunger surged through him as her hips arched again, need tightening her body, then surprise as his fingers dipped lower, the tip of one stroking against the tight entrance of her rear.

  She was close to orgasm. Close enough that he was confident he could restrain her need to touch as well.

  Tucking the tip of his finger against the little rosette, he turned his attention back to the sweet, lush flesh of her pussy. The taste of her was incredible. Drawing him, intoxicating him as her knees lifted, one delicate foot rising to his hip as she opened herself further to him, testing every ounce of self-control that he had ever possessed. He was losing himself to her; he could feel it. His cock throbbed with vicious need as his balls drew tight, the scent, the feel, of her making him insane for her. Gripping her hip with one hand, he held her to him as his tongue flicked over her clit before drawing it into his mouth. He sucked at it gently, licking it with firm strokes as the tip of his finger eased inside the tender entrance lower. She was trembling in his grip, her thighs tightening as muted cries fell from her lips. The flesh gripping the tip of his finger flexed and milked at the tip, tempting him to penetrate her further.

  Sensual hunger was rising inside her. As her pussy became wetter, her anus eased, making his impalement of her easier, drawing him deeper as he pushed her closer. Pleasure was a demon burning beneath Mikayla's flesh, drawing her tighter, deeper, as she felt the impalement at her rear, Nik's lips and tongue at her clit. She was drowning in sensation. Raking talons of pleasure were racing across her flesh, surging through her bloodstream until they exploded through every cell of her body. His name tore from her lips. Her hips arched, a strangled scream escaping as electric surges of intense, overwhelming ecstasy raced through every nerve ending and threw her into a vortex of complete rapture.

  It seemed never ending. A chaotic clash of sensations and pl
easure that left her shaking, trembling in an aftermath she had no idea how to handle. And it wasn't enough.

  She needed more.

  Before he could grip her hips and hold her in place once again, before he could retain control and come over her to throw her senses off balance, Mikayla moved. Nik straightened between her thighs, giving her the perfect opportunity to sit up quickly, her hands flattening against his hard abs, her gaze drawn to the thick erection rising hard and powerful from between his thighs.

  "Mikayla." His voice was strangled as she leaned forward, her lips pressing against the hard, muscular flesh of his lower stomach. "This isn't a good idea, my love." She didn't answer him. She didn't have the ability to answer him. As she opened her eyes, her head turned, the fingers of one hand attempting to curve around the heavy flesh.

  She was hungry for him. She needed to feel him, to taste him. As his fingers threaded through her hair, she feared in an attempt to pull her away from him, she lifted and pressed her lips to the heavily veined shaft.

  Nik stilled. His fingers bunched in Mikayla's hair, his gaze locked on her as he 104

  felt the satin heat of her lips against the tortured length of his cock. Sweet mercy, she was destroying him and didn't even know it. Even her touch was innocent, tentative, yet so damned sensual and hungry it was all he could do to not pull her head back and push the head of his cock into the sweet heated draw of her mouth.

  He needed to hold her still, to keep her from taking him with such intimacy. Possessing her, stealing the veil of her innocence, was one thing. Actually stealing the core of her innocence was another thing. Entertaining fantasies of unleashing the wild, wanton side of Mikayla Martin might get him through the night, but doing it was a risk to his soul and he knew it.

  Still, he felt helpless to do anything but watch as her tongue licked the engorged, darkened crest of his dick before swiping over it in a long, slow lick that sent a sizzle of pure lust electrifying his balls.

  Staring down at her, he watched as her eyes fluttered closed and her lush, pert lips slowly covered the throbbing head of his cock.