Bracing herself to endure the delicate caresses, she forced her breath to remain slow. None of this made sense. Richard never lingered. He squeezed, fondled and then climbed on board. But tonight he’d transformed into a slow, exotic lover. The stuff of dreams. Her eyes drooped shut and the shape of her dream lover changed. Richard’s hair grew darker, longer and those wicked blue eyes were real. Nick. Damn. Even now he was invading her world.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, the words sliding across her skin. Heat enveloped her breast as he exhaled across the peak. The light flicker of his tongue across her nipple sent a jolt straight into her pussy. “So delicious.”
Hot, open mouth kisses, wicked laps of his tongue, moved from one breast to the other as if he was exploring, sampling her. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and Tally couldn’t contain her groan. He lifted his head, watching for a moment, then repeated the caress. It was like he was learning her responses for the first time.
She slid her hand up his shoulder, holding him in place. His expensive silk shirt was a lovely caress against her palm but she wanted more, wanted to feel his skin beneath her fingers. She reached between them, slipping the top buttons free. He leaned back and, for a moment, she thought he was going to leave. Instead, he reached over his shoulder and yanked the shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor like it was twenty-dollar cotton flannel.
The shirt was quickly forgotten as he pulled her to him, her breasts meeting his chest, the tight nipples rubbing against him. One large hand closed over her ass and pressed her close to him, reminding her that he was hard. Her mind swirled with the possibilities. His mouth covered hers, blocking out all thought. This was no seeking, gentle kiss. He conquered her mouth, driving his tongue deep and binding her to him with his hunger even as he pulled her thigh up, opening her pussy and sliding his knee between her legs. The slow, wicked friction ran across her clit. Delicious little shocks moved through her pussy and she squirmed trying to create more. He clamped his hand on her hip and held her in place. The violence of her need wouldn’t let her remain passive. She pulled her mouth away, grabbed in a breath and then leaned down to scrape her teeth against his neck. Richard was usually worried about marks on his skin but tonight she didn’t care. She needed to claim him as hers.
She nipped him again with her teeth and began to inch down, peppering kisses across his chest, laving her tongue across his nipples. Hunger surged inside her. She wanted to taste him. All of him. Run her fingers and lips over his body and make him twist in desire. She slipped one hand down, sliding it between his legs. The hard line of his cock pressed back as she massaged him through his trousers.
“Damn,” he sighed as he grabbed her hand and pulled her away.
“What’s wrong?” She leaned forward and gave him another gentle bite on his collarbone. It was like she wanted to eat him alive…and, fuck, he couldn’t get that picture out his head. He took a deep breath, trying to send cooling, softening thoughts to his cock. Her hand slipped from his and she zeroed in on his groin, tripping her fingers lightly over him. He had to do something before he let her open his pants. If that happened, he would be lost. He would be on top of her, inside her.
Even as he mentally commanded himself to move away, his hips pumped up, rubbing his cock against her hand.
A wicked, feminine smile formed on her lips. She knew just how she was tormenting him.
Her. You’re supposed to make her come and then run. He heard the voice in his head and nodded. He grabbed her hands and pulled them up, moving on top of her as he trapped her wrists against the mattress her body below his.
“Yes,” she sighed, arching against him, her pussy massaging his cock, heating it and promising warmth and pleasure. His teeth snapped together to keep the moan inside.
“Let me,” he said, leaning down and placing breathless, reverent kisses on her breasts, her nipples, vowing one day to come back and learn her every curve, sample these treats with his own senses. He kissed his way down, losing himself in the flavor of her skin and the soft flutter beneath his lips as he drew closer to her sex. The sweet scent of her arousal muffled the logical voice in his head. The heady scent of her arousal washed over him as he sank his fingers into her pussy. Damn, he needed to taste her. He inched down—the deep pink flesh was before him, ready, open and hungry. He bent forward, focusing on the target in front of him.
Her legs snapped shut and she curled them upward. Nick looked up, surprised at the sudden change in her body. She’d been pure liquid passion up until this point. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
“I would have thought that was obvious.” Even as he said the words he realized he’d made a critical error. This was one of many reasons why it was unwise to take another human’s form. There was no way to know all the nuances of a relationship. Maybe she hated oral sex. Damn, he hoped she didn’t hate it. He had a fondness for the activity.
“But you don’t do that.”
“What? Go down on you?” She nodded. The tiny lines around her eyes deepened. Suspicion and confusion flickered through her gaze, along with a flash of interest. “Well, I think it’s time I tried it…again.” He let his desire rumble through his words. “Let me taste your pretty cunt.”
Her eyes widened, hunger slowly building in their green depths. He waited—patient and prepared to withdraw. When she didn’t move, he curled his hand over her knee, pulling her leg down. She relaxed, moving with him until she was once again open to him.
“May I taste you?” he asked, placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh. She nodded, slowly and cautiously. A gentleman probably would pull away but he couldn’t—not when she was staring at him with those wide, increasingly hungry eyes. He trailed his tongue across her skin, drawing closer to her pussy. Forcing himself to go slowly, he was rewarded when moments later, the tension eased from her muscles and her thighs opened wider. He leaned forward, cautiously licking the peak of her mound.
He looked up and hesitant pleasure stared back at him—as if she was afraid to enjoy it. He silently cursed her boyfriend. Bastard.
He continued the slow teasing strokes, monitoring her reactions. He trailed his tongue up the inside folds of her pussy, lapping at her wet flesh. Delicate strokes until she moved against him. The subtle rocking of her hips made his cock twitch. She would be so hot when he fucked her. He moaned against her clit, imagining the tight grip of her cunt as he slid into her. The reasons for not having her were fading fast from his mind and the voice of his conscience became a whisper. He wanted her. Needed to have her, fill her.
He slipped two fingers into her pussy—testing her first then thrusting hard inside her. She cried out. The shocked sound quickly changed into a groan. Yeah, she liked it. He lapped at her clit, rubbing his tongue across her in time to the deep penetration of his fingers. The slow movements of her hips picked up as she pumped against him, fucking herself onto his hand. Her delicious moan reached deep inside him—driving him on.
He opened his lips over her clit and sucked lightly, countering the motion with another hard thrust inside her. The shocked cry told him he’d found the right spot. He scraped his fingers softly across the inside of her sex, rubbing the delicate flesh. Her body tensed beneath him. He repeated the motion, building the tension until he felt it in his own body.
Desperate hunger—the need to feel her come—drew him on. He licked and sucked, stroking her inside, massaging that spot that made her groan, working her hard until her body shuddered with release and her wild cry filled the room.
Tally bolted upright, her body jerked forward by the orgasm that swirled through her body. She stared down at the man lying between her legs, his mouth still teasing her clit, his fingers moving inside her. As she watched him he raised his head. There were no words to speak—nothing to say. She needed him.
They came together—both reaching for the other. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him over her. The orgasm that had ripped through her core seconds ago was gone and all that was left w
as the desire for more. More of him. She worked at his pants, fumbling with the zipper, loving the way he tensed with each brush of her fingers along his erection. Laughing softly, she undid his fly and pushed the pants and briefs down. Richard took over, sliding them the rest of the way off. With the same casual disregard he’d shown for his shirt, he threw his pants over the side of the bed like they offended him.
He stared at her and Tally felt it all the way through her body. The blue of his eyes glittered bright and hungry. He wanted her, was desperate to have her. Always before she’d felt that Richard had sex with her because it was expected—that’s what couples did after a date. This Richard wanted her. His body was taut and tight, as if he was fighting the urge to overwhelm her. Her pussy vibrated with delicious tension.
“Please,” she whispered, pulling him close. She ran her hands across his chest and shoulders. She’d seen him, touched him, dozens of times but tonight he was a different man, like there was something wild and hungry inside him.
He moved with her, taking her mouth with his. The warm musky flavor of her own sex melted on her tongue. She curled her leg around his back. Pulling him close, she lost herself in his kiss. It was pure hunger. She closed her eyes and savored the power of his lips and tongue, the hot pressure of his hands sampling her body.
The first intrusion of his cock snapped her back to reality.
“Wait!” She pressed her hand onto his shoulder, holding him two painful inches away. “Condom.” She kissed him again, not moving far. She reached behind her and grabbed a condom that she kept in the bedside drawer. She was on the Pill but for some reason had never told Richard he didn’t need to wear a condom. Not that she didn’t trust him. Or maybe she didn’t. Either way, they still used them. He drew back, kneeling between her legs and putting too much space between them—as if he had to pull away or risk fucking her without protection.
He made no move to take the condom from her. His cock stood hard and thick between their bodies as his hands curled into fists at his sides. Heat, hunger and a shot of male arrogance flashed at her though his eyes. Sexual power spun through her core and she met his gaze with an arrogance of her own. Knowing he watched, she placed the latex on the tip of his penis and slowly rolled it up the shaft, stroking him, squeezing him as she sheathed him. It wasn’t merely a practical act—it was a caress.
His forearms clenched as if he fought the urge to reach for her. He was at the edge of his control. Tally wrapped her hands around his cock, letting her fingers pet him as she drew back, luring him forward.
“Damn,” he whispered as he followed, guiding her back until she was supine and he lay between her spread thighs.
She held her breath, waiting and waiting. Finally she looked up. He was looking at her as if he’d never seen her before. As if she was a fascinating new treasure before him—a treasure he wanted but couldn’t touch.
“Richard?” she asked, concern squeezing through the lust pumping through her veins.
He said something softly under his breath, so soft she couldn’t hear, but she could feel him pulling away. No! Her body screamed its silent protest.
He lifted his head and stared down at her. The torment in his eyes was balanced by a vivid hunger that couldn’t be denied. They didn’t speak. He reached between their bodies and placed his cock to her entrance. Heat flooded her pussy as the very tip slipped inside. So good. Her hips rolled in unconscious response, trying to draw him into her, but he shook his head.
He held her hips and slowly pushed into her. Tally grabbed at his rib cage, holding on as he penetrated. Slow and deep until he was seated fully inside her. She gasped in her breath. It had never felt this good before. Richard was big enough but he usually fucked her in a rush. Tonight, it was like he didn’t want to hurry, didn’t want to miss any sensation. He pushed deeper as if to assure himself he was as far as he could go, then drew back. It was the same long lovely slide.
“You feel so good,” he murmured as he filled her again. She could only groan her agreement. “I’m not sure how long I can last, baby,” he warned.
Tally smiled. “Don’t worry. Just fuck me.” She never dared command Richard like that but tonight it felt right. And it was an honest answer. She’d come once—gloriously—now she wanted to feel him, wanted him moving inside her.
“As you wish.” He placed a seductive kiss on her lips and began to move, riding her slowly. Tally sighed as he entered her again and again, heavy, sensual thrusts. Despite his comment that he wouldn’t last long, he seemed in no hurry. Even when he seemed to be fighting himself, he moved slowly, finding the way she liked to be fucked. She didn’t know how long he moved inside her, only that each stroke was a streak of pleasure. Coils of heat built inside her, drawing every part of her body into her core. With each penetration and retreat he bound her tighter until her physical world was concentrated between her thighs—and she needed more.
She wrapped her legs around his back and dug her heels into his ass. “Harder,” she said, her voice muffled by his neck. Her body was riding a thin ledge and all she needed was a little push to send her over. “Please.” The desperate pleading to her voice didn’t bother her a bit. She was lost in the world of Richard. Needing him.
As if that was the signal he’d been waiting for, he thrust in hard. Tally cried out. Yes, that was it. She rocked against him, using all her strength to counter his penetration, wanting him deeper, harder. He seemed to want the same thing, filling her over and over again until she could only take what he gave her, her body overloaded and all she could do was accept him.
His breath was harsh as he surged into her. It was sweaty and messy and she loved every minute of it. He wanted her. This was no casual-just-because-he-paid-for-dinner fuck. He wanted her.
Tally felt her fingernails bite into his skin but couldn’t release her grip. Every muscle in her body was locked in anticipation. Oh my God, it’s happening again. He’s doing it again. His finger rubbed the side of her clit and Tally screamed. She couldn’t stop the sound. Didn’t want to. She wanted the world to hear. She let her whole body explode into the orgasm that flowed from her pussy then felt another jolt of pleasure as Richard pumped into her again. A harsh masculine cry rumbled through his chest as he arched his back and drove into her one final time. He held himself above her for one breath before sinking down. She wrapped her arms around him, accepting his weight, loving the feel of his softening cock inside her.
Yes, this was what she wanted.
Chapter Three
Nick killed the light in the bathroom and stood in the doorway, staring at the woman asleep on the bed. A thin sheet covered her breasts and shoulders but her pussy and her legs were bare and still slightly spread as if she anticipated his return. Her sleeping form was a wicked contradiction—sexual satiation and defiant hunger. His cock grew again. Her legs were open. It would be so easy to slip between them, drive himself back into her. Fill her.
He growled at the thought that he’d used a condom. That his seed hadn’t filled her, hadn’t found a home inside her body.
He shook his head, trying to blank the image of her delicious body rounded with his child. Damn. His father had warned him this might happen some day. The urge, the primitive desire to fuck and procreate would drive him. It was part of their nature.
Nick backed away. She was much too tempting for his peace of mind. He’d already gone too far over the line…and unfortunately he wanted to return.
He glanced at the clock and silently swore. Devon would have expected him to call three hours ago.
As Nick walked down the stairs, he released his hold on Richard’s form and allowed his natural shape to return. Tension bound his shoulders, just one of the hazards of holding another form for so long. Standing on the bottom step, he looked around. First order of business—he needed to check in and his cell phone was in the pocket of “Richard’s” pants upstairs. He glanced around the living room, taking in an impression of the woman who lived here as he looked for a
phone. The room was homey and well used. Not too tidy. Nick appreciated cleanliness as much as the next person but it was unnatural to never have anything out of place. From observing her for the past three weeks, he’d seen the rigid control she kept on the work areas of her life. It was comforting to see she relaxed those standards a bit at home. He couldn’t live in a place where he couldn’t make a mess.
The fact that he was looking at her house as somewhere he could “live” made him intensify his search. He had to get out of here—away from Tally’s influence—before he starting planning where he’d put his couch. He finally found the phone crammed between two sofa cushions. Nick laughed softly as he grabbed the handset and dialed.
“Hello?” There was no sleep in Devon’s voice so Nick knew his brother had been awake, waiting for his call.
“It’s me,” Nick said.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“I got…caught up.”
“You got caught?”
“No, I got caught up with Tally.”
There was silence on the end of the phone. “Tell me you’re not calling from a target’s house at two in the morning.” The reprimand and warning in Devon’s voice prodded Nick’s conscience.
“Can we deal with that later? What did you find in her office?”
Devon paused for a minute and Nick knew his brother was deciding whether to let it go or not. “Nothing. Work files, general stuff. There was actually little there. I went through her desk and computer. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I was out by about eight.” He paused. “Just waiting for your call.”
“Yeah, I know. Well, she’s asleep. Let me check around here, see what I can find. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
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