A Little Bit Wicked (The Wickeds

by Melissa Foster

  “Leave that to me,” she said. “I’ve got my ways. You’ll need to give me a list of the people whose hands should be on the sculpture.”

  He set down the pad and lifted her onto the table, wedging himself between her legs. She was smiling like a Cheshire cat, and she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

  “What is going on here, Mr. Wicked?” She ran her fingers down his arms and said, “You have me in quite a precarious position.”

  He brushed her hair over her shoulder and kissed the skin he’d bared. “You haven’t seen precarious yet.” He slid one hand to the nape of her neck, threading his fingers through her silky hair, and ran a finger down the center of her breastbone. “I love the way you breathe harder when I touch you.”

  “I had no idea talking about sculptures could get you so hot,” she said seductively, running her hands up his arms and into his hair.

  “Neither did I.” He lowered his lips to hers, earning the hungry sounds he adored.

  “I need to talk about art more often,” she said breathlessly.

  He brushed his lips over hers, whispering as he traced his finger along her skin just above the neckline of her glittery top. “I need to be close to you, baby, as close as two people can get.” He slicked his tongue over her lips, and the sound she made was drenched with desire. He guided her hands to the table just behind her hips, so her back arched slightly, and he began kissing the swell of her breasts. Her chest rose with each inhalation as he lifted her pretty top and groaned at the sight of her bare breasts. “God, if I had known you were bare under here…” He licked over one taut peak, and she closed her eyes. “Watch me love you, Chloe.”

  Her eyes opened, and her cheeks flushed pink as he licked her again, circling the peak with the tip of his tongue. He put one hand on her lower back, keeping her close as he ground against her center and sucked her breast against the roof of his mouth.

  “Ohmygod” fell from her lips, hot and needy. “Justin…”

  He rose and fisted his hands in her hair, causing another greedy gasp. “I want you in my bed, Chloe, lying naked and wet beneath me. I want your long legs wrapped around me as I drive into you so deep, you’ll still feel my cock moving inside you next week. We’re going to feel so fucking good together, baby, we’ll be all that you can think about.” She made a mewling sound and he fucking loved it. He put his mouth beside her ear and said, “Can you feel it now, baby? The head of my cock rubbing against your wetness?”

  “Yes,” she panted out.

  “Your fingernails digging into my flesh as I enter you?”

  Her breath left her lungs and his name sailed out as a plea. “Justin—”

  “Can you feel your body tightening around me? Craving the next thrust? The feel of my strong hips between your thighs?”

  “Yes, yes, I can feel it. I want you, Jus—”

  He crushed his mouth to hers, more demanding than ever before, and she was right there with him, returning every hungry demand with her own cruel ravishment. She pulled up his shirt, and he tore his mouth away, his eyes blazing into hers.

  “As much as I want to bend you over this table and fuck you into next week, the first time we come together is not going to be in a dirty studio. I want you in my bed, darlin’. Now.”

  CHLOE HAD NO idea how they got up the hill and into Justin’s house, much less into his bedroom, one of the many cantilevered rooms with three glass walls looking out into the darkness. His deliciously filthy promises were ringing in her head, and her entire being was on fire as they stripped each other naked in a tangle of gropes and hungry kisses. He pushed his hands into her hair, and his hard body pressed against her, hot and demanding. His forward momentum sent her back against a glass wall as they feasted on each other’s mouths. She was all over him, pawing, clawing, and savoring the feel of his muscles pressing her into the glass. He took her hands in his, spreading her arms out to the sides, and pinned them there. His cock ground against her belly so temptingly, she bowed out from the glass and went up on her toes, wanting to feel him inside her.

  He broke their kiss, growling, “Protection? I’m clean, baby. Are you on something?”

  “Yes. Kiss me,” she commanded.

  She felt him smiling into their kisses as his hips drew back and he aligned their bodies. The head of his cock rested against her center. She could feel his girth and desperately tried to sink down onto him. But he was in total control, drawing away with her every effort, then pushing against her again, teasing her until she was so wet and swollen, she ached for him. She put one leg around his, hooking her ankle on the back of his calf, giving him room to move. A deep, guttural sound rumbled up his chest as the broad head of his cock pressed against her. That greedy sound wound through her, igniting flames beneath her skin. He was breathing so hard she knew it took every ounce of his control to keep from giving her what she wanted. This man had the power to take her to her knees, and oh, how she wanted that, too! To taste him and tease him the way he taunted her. To make him lose his mind with desire and to pleasure him as exquisitely as he pleasured her.

  But right now she needed him inside her more than she needed her next breath. She twisted her mouth away and said, “Take me, Justin. Make me yours.”

  His eyes went volcanic, holding her gaze as he thrust forward, and a sound of shock and delight left her lungs.

  “Hold on tight, darlin’. Things are about to get real.”

  She curled her fingers around his, her arms still pinned out to the sides as he lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her passionately as he pushed in deeper, slowly stretching and filling her so completely, his shaft rested against all her secret pleasure points. Fireworks exploded inside her, sending zaps of pleasure darting through her. Their arms and legs trembled. Her body greedily pulsed around his shaft, soaking in the thrilling tension. She could barely breathe for their toe-curling kisses, the weight of him against her, and the glass at her back. But she was safe in his arms, reveling in their closeness as he breathed air into her tired lungs. She’d never felt anything so all-consuming. She struggled to make sense of the emotions swelling inside her, but her thoughts were swimming in a sea of desire, and Justin was the captain of this tsunami.

  His mouth slid from hers, and he touched his forehead to the glass beside her head, panting for air. “Fuck, sweetness.” His voice was rough and raw, as gravelly and powerful as the roar of his motorcycle.

  He released her hands and his arms came around her, cradling her against him as his mouth claimed hers again, and they began to move. Every thrust took her higher. Every grind sent electricity arcing through her. She had never felt so alive, so in sync with another human being. She clung to him as he pounded into her. His strong hands cupped her ass and he lifted her up, guiding her legs around his waist without missing a beat. She felt his muscles flexing with his efforts. His arms moved up her back, a buffer against the glass, as he grabbed hold of her hair with both hands. Oh, how she loved his taking control. He was rough without being hurtful, visceral and somehow also sensual. His tongue swept over hers to the same rapid beat as their bodies coming together. He punctuated every thrust with a gyration of his hips, stroking over the hidden places that made her thoughts fracture. She felt the tug of an orgasm low in her belly. Prickling sensations climbed up her limbs and chest at breakneck speed, burning and tingling at once.

  Her emotions whirled and skidded, and she tore her mouth away and cried, “Don’t stop!”

  He held her tighter, thrust harder.

  “Faster…oh God…There, there, the—”

  Her eyes slammed shut as waves of ecstasy throbbed through her, and he thrust and ground perfectly, drawing out her pleasure. Just when she thought she’d hit the peak, he slowed as he withdrew, then thrust in hard and fast, slowing again on withdrawal and repeating the mind-numbing pattern, heightening her pleasure as the broad head of his cock pushed all her buttons. She was powerless to silence the sounds she made as she surrendered to their passion. J
ustin tightened his grip on her hair, guiding her mouth to his, taking her in a deep, sensual kiss, like he wanted to burrow inside her and batten down the hatches.

  When she finally drifted back down from the clouds, going boneless in his arms, he kissed her softly and touched his forehead to hers. It was all she could do to try to remember how to breathe. His hands were still fisted in her hair, his body riddled with tension. Her sexy savage was chaining himself down.

  “Bed, baby,” he panted out. “I need you in my bed.”

  He carried her to the bed and stripped back the covers with one hand. He remained buried deep inside her as he lowered them to the sheets. The emotions pooling in his eyes were like fertilizer to the feelings blooming inside her. She knew she’d always remember every second of tonight, from the look in his eyes and the feel of his body pressing down on hers to the sweetest, most unguarded smile forming on his lips. In that moment, everything changed. The air grew thicker, their bodies moved slower, and their kisses were less urgent and frantic. They were smoldering and potent, laced with a dreamy intimacy. This wasn’t sex as she knew it. This was two people bound together, transported to a higher plane where only they existed.

  He pushed his hands lower, clutching her bottom, and quickened his efforts. His touch burned her skin. Her nails dug into his arms. She felt him swell impossibly bigger inside her with every thrust. Desire filled her up like smoke from a fire, seeping into every crack and crevice, until it inhabited her entire being. Tingles riddled her from the tips of her scalp all the way to the ends of her fingers and toes. With his next thrust, she bowed up beneath him, an electric shock scorching through her, and she cried out into their kisses. Her hips bucked, and her sex clenched around him like a vise. In the clutches of his own powerful release, Justin tore his mouth away, buried his face in her neck, and growled her name with so many emotions, it must have been steeped in them.

  When they finally collapsed to the mattress, their bodies glistening from their efforts, Chloe’s mind was a whirlwind of lust and desire, and something so much bigger, she couldn’t even try to define it. Moonlight streamed through the glass wall as their breathing calmed, their bodies intertwined, hearts beating as one. Justin pressed warm, tender kisses to her cheek, neck, and shoulder, each one sending shivers of heat along her skin.

  He rolled them onto their sides, holding her close, and gazed deeply into her eyes as he whispered, “Stay with me tonight.”

  “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  IF HEAVEN WERE a place on earth, Justin found it Sunday morning when he awoke with Chloe sleeping safely in his arms. Her cheek rested on his chest, her arm was draped over his stomach, and her soft curves were nestled against his side. She’d dozed off shortly after they’d made love last night, and he’d lain awake for a long while, riding the high of being with the woman he’d waited so long for. He’d finally fallen asleep, only to wake a couple of hours later, both of them insatiable for each other once again.

  Sunlight poured in through the glass wall just like it did every morning, but his room felt different. He felt different. Making love to Chloe had been even more incredible than he’d imagined. He hadn’t been prepared for the soul-searing emotions that had engulfed him the moment they’d first come together. He’d been certain it was just the build-up of wanting her for so long, but he’d been struck with the same overwhelming sensations when they’d made love again.

  He kissed her forehead, hoping she wasn’t going to slip back into feeling weird about them, but he sensed they were past that.

  Her eyes fluttered open, and she tipped her face up. “Hi,” she said sleepily.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” He skimmed his hand down her hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Did you sleep okay?”

  “Mm-hm. You wore me out,” she said sweetly. Her gaze moved around them, and she said, “I’ve never started my day with a man before, much less in his bed. I can’t believe we’re here.”

  “Here as in my bedroom, or here as in together?”

  A mischievous look rose in her eyes as she said, “Both. I had the best time last night getting to know your family and meeting Sidney. I loved seeing the dogs and playing with Shadow.” She rolled onto her back, holding the blanket over her chest as she sat up, scoping out his room.

  “And…?” He went up on his elbow and kissed just beneath her shoulder.

  “The pizza was pretty good, too.”

  “The pizza, huh?” He snuck his hand beneath the sheet and pulled her onto her side against him. “Seems to me you enjoyed more than the pizza, heartbreaker.”

  “Oh yeah,” she said casually. “The orgasms were out of this world. Thanks for those.”

  He laughed. “Just the orgasms?”

  “Maybe the guy, too.”

  He gave her ass a teasing tap.

  Her eyes narrowed. “Did you just slap my ass?”

  “Baby, that was a tap. The only time I’ll slap your ass is when you ask me to.”

  “Then I’m safe, because there will never come a time that I’ll ask you to spank me.”

  He wound the ends of her hair around his finger and said, “If you say so.”

  “Wipe that smirk off your face.” Her gaze locked onto something over his shoulder, and she said, “Is that the cow Madigan gave you?”

  Ah, she was looking at his bookshelf. “It is.”

  “That was a really cute story.”

  “Yeah, Mads weaseled her way into my heart pretty quickly.” He kissed her lips and said, “I don’t want to talk about my sister. I want to talk about you. What are your plans today, sexy girl?”

  “Well, first I plan on finding out why your bedroom is so orderly. There’s no clutter. Do you have a housekeeper?”

  “No. I’m just a neat guy, except in my studio. When you grow up taking care of your own stuff, you…I don’t have to tell you. I’ve seen your place. It’s just as neat as mine.”

  “But I’m a woman.”

  “Thank God. Last night would have been a little awkward if you had a dick.”

  She laughed and swatted him. “You’re so crude.”

  “Just real, baby. Come riding with me today.”

  “Riding?” She looked skeptical. “Didn’t we do that all night long?”

  “Hell yes.” He kissed her smiling lips and said, “Seriously, we go on long motorcycle rides on Sundays. I want to spend the day with you. Come with me. Get to know the guys. You’ll love it.”

  Her brows knitted.

  “Are you scared to ride on my bike? Because I would never let anything happen to you.”

  “I know you wouldn’t, but I’ve never been on a motorcycle. It’s a little intimidating, but I’m not scared of it. I’m just not sure whoever the guys are would appreciate me tagging along.”

  “First of all, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I want you with me, and that’s all that matters. Second of all, it’s just my brothers, cousins, and Gavin. Nobody’s going to mind.”

  “You sure you want me there? Won’t I cramp your style?”

  “You are adorable, and sweet cheeks, you are my style. I’ve been waiting a long time to have you on the back of my bike. Come with me. Let me take you for a ride and show you more of my world.”

  “I think you took me for a couple of long, hard rides last night.” Heat flared in her eyes. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him. “Maybe it’s my turn to take you for a ride.”

  “Baby, you can ride me any time, day or night.” He put his hands on her waist, grinding beneath her, and said, “Come with me today.”

  “I do enjoy coming with you.”

  “Those words coming out of your sexy mouth are going to get you into big trouble.” He palmed her breast, taking her nipple between his finger and thumb, and slipped his other hand between her legs, teasing the spot that made her eyes flutter closed.

  She bit her lower lip, and her gorgeous eyes opened. She set a predatory gaze on him, and
practically purred, “Maybe I like big trouble with you.”

  She slid along his erection, making his cock wet with her arousal. Her fingers played over his pecs, and then she teased his nipples. Holy hell, he fucking loved that.

  “If I come with you, what’s in it for me?” she asked.

  “Besides the earth-shattering orgasm?”

  She smiled and said, “Did you forget we were talking about a motorcycle ride?”

  “Fuck me, dirty girl, and then we can talk about the motorcycle ride.”

  She lifted up, and he grabbed the base of his cock, holding it up as she sank down, taking in every blessed inch of him. She leaned forward, her hair curtaining their faces as she squeezed her inner muscles around him.

  “Jesus, baby,” he said through gritted teeth. He needed to move inside her before he lost his mind. He rocked up and grabbed her hips.

  She put her hands over his, refusing to budge, and said, “I want to ride with you today, but if anyone doesn’t want me there, you have to promise to take me home and not make a big deal out of it.”

  “Baby, nobody’s going to mind. Harper rides with us.”

  Her brows slanted. “Why didn’t you tell me that? I have her wedding album. I can bring it to her.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and swept her beneath him. “I wanted you to come with me because you want to be with me, because you trust me and feel safe with me. Not because you assumed if Harper went, it was okay for you to go, too.”

  “I have news for you, Justin.” She wound her arms around his neck, bringing his face close to hers again, and whispered, “If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t be lying beneath you naked or letting you do all sorts of filthy things to me with that giant python of yours.” She pressed her lips to his and said, “Now, are we going to ride, or what?”

  TWO ORGASMS AND one sinfully sexy shower later, Justin and Chloe grabbed breakfast and he gave her a lesson in motorcycle safety. Then they headed over to her cottage so she could change her clothes and pick up the wedding album for Harper and Gavin. The ride to her place was heaven and hell for Justin. He’d touched and tasted every inch of her body, and that still hadn’t prepared him for the feel of her pressed against his back or the pride that swelled within him at finally having his girl on his bike.