Forbidden Fruit

by Eden Bradley

  “Ah, Jagger.” This time it came out on a long sigh.

  “Yeah, baby. You love this, don’t you? I can see it. In the way you’re breathing, in the way you hold your hands perfectly still. I’ll taste you soon. Lick every inch of your skin. But not yet.”

  A tremor ran through her at his words, at knowing he would do everything he said he would.

  Yes.

  Then his hands were all over her, sliding in the honey, massaging it into her breasts. He played around her nipples, rubbing in circles, untillthe pure need for his touch made them hurt. But it was too good, the way he was touching her, torturing her, the waiting itself.

  He spread the honey across her belly with his hands, and lower, into her dark curls. She shivered, moaned.

  His voice was quiet, low, full of smoke. “Yeah, that’s it.”

  Using his thumb, he pressed the stickiness into her clitoris. She groaned aloud, writhing, panting suddenly. And then he bent his head and slid his tongue over her throat, down to her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking.

  “Jagger!”

  Her hands went into his hair, into the dark, silky, gold-tipped curls. He sucked harder, paused to lick, to bite a little. Her body surged into his mouth, her hips arching. Desire moved through her, sharper now, making her swell, ache, all over. She was nothing but heat and need, dizzy with it all.

  He moved his mouth over her breasts, and her sex pulsed hard, harder. The tension in her body rose, crested, and she felt herself at that lovely edge, sharp as a knife. An image of Ben flashed behind her closed eyes, doing this very thing so many years ago: the whipped cream on her breasts, him sucking on her nipples untillshe came.

  She opened her eyes, looked down at Jagger’s head, his beautifullbrown skin, and knew it was him doing these things to her. Knew it was him she wanted.

  Pleasure swarmed her, hot and dark, and she tensed, her sex flooding untillher juices ran down her thigh. She held his head tight to her breast and he sucked harder, harder, his tongue swirling over the swollen tip. She was keenly aware of the honey on her skin, dripping in rivulets down her heated body.

  She could smell it. And it smelled like sex to her.

  Jagger bit into her rigid flesh, and that was all it took.

  She went hurtling over the edge, pleasure pounding into her body like a hammering pulse-beat.

  It began with a shivering low in her belly, her sex, moving outward, into her breasts, her arms, her legs.

  And she collapsed like a rag doll, Jagger catching her, lowering her against the side of the tub. The porcelain was cold and hard against her back. But his sucking, wet mouth never left her. Then he was in the tub with her, beautifully naked and kneeling between her spread thighs. And before she was even done coming, he was spreading her legs wide, diving in to lick the honey from her sex.

  Pleasure shivered through her, making her keen, a long, panting cry, as he slid his tongue up the length of her slit, aching and sticky with the honey. He reached her clitoris and drew it into his mouth, sucked on it as he had her nipple. And impossibly, she was coming again, or maybe still. Didn’t matter.

  All she knew was the pleasure rushing through her system, the fireworks going off in her head, the sound of her own voice calling his name.

  “Jagger! Jagger…”

  He kept working her with his tongue, his hands holding her hips, rocking her body into his mouth.

  She couldn’t seem to stop coming, small shivers running through her, that lovely, endless aftermath making her weak, sleepy. But he wasn’t done with her.

  Jagger stroked her thighs, her belly, his hands hard on her flesh, demanding. Then he was straddling her body, squeezing the honey onto his cock.

  “Yes, oh God…”

  She leaned up and took him into her mouth. He was sweet and so damn hard. She took it all in, pulled back, paused to lick at the swollen tip, tasting the honey, tasting him. She moaned, wanting only to please him as he’d pleased her, and swallowed him deep, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes watered. She breathed in through her nose, commanded her throat to relax, took him deeper still.

  And now it was him moaning, panting, as she sucked him, using one hand to hold him in her mouth, to pump his rigid flesh.

  “Mia Rose, Mia, Mia…yeah, baby girl.”

  Her body was heating up again, just the taste of him, the feellof him, in her mouth, the scent of honey everywhere, still sticky and sliding down her body.

  His hand was in her hair, and he brought his other hand to her face, slipped one honeyed finger into her mouth along with his cock. A sharp stab of pleasure went through her at that. She didn’t know why. She didn’t care. She just kept sucking on him, his lovely cock, his finger.

  He thrust between her lips, filling her, sweet and a little rough. She wanted him to come in her mouth, to mix his seed with the honey. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted everything.

  “Baby, baby…gotta stop.”

  He pulled back, and she was so dazed with pleasure, with a deep, aching need, she could barely see straight. She was vaguely aware of him leaning over the side of the tub, pulling a condom from the pocket of his discarded jeans.

  He was going to fuck her now. One hard clench of pleasure in her sex. Oh, yes. That was exactly what she wanted.

  He picked her up, turned her around so that she was standing once more, bent over, her hands braced on the edge of the tub. He moved in behind her, and she spread her thighs for him. He went in with his fingers first, tracing the wet lips of her sex.

  “Just do it, Jagger. Now. Please.”

  He held her lips wide with his fingers and guided the tip of his cock inside her. He paused there for one long, lovely moment, her body clenching in anticipation. Then he thrust home, driving deeply into her body.

  She was going to come again.

  And then his hand curved around her cheek, his fingers slipping into her mouth once more. Thick and sweet with honey, his fingers moved inside her mouth, pumping in time with his hips, feeding her.

  She sucked them in, surged back onto his cock, wanting to take all of him, any way she could get him.

  His flesh in her body, the honey. Him.

  Jagger.

  His body tensed behind her; she could feellhis stomach tightening, felt the weight of him driving hard into her. And as he groaned, slamming into her, her own climax rolled over her, making her shudder, making her moan around his fingers still in her mouth.

  His arm went around her waist, and together they shivered, panted. His body was pressed up against hers, the honey melding them together in some lovely way. She was shaking so hard she would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her up.

  After a moment he pulled out of her, turned her around, and eased her down into the tub once more.

  He could not believe this woman. Could not believe what she did to him. His heart was racing, pounding.

  And his cock was still throbbing, tremors of orgasm still pulsing through his body.

  He reached behind him and turned the water on in the tub, waited for it to get hot before he put the plug in place. He watched her sitting there, dazed, so damn beautiful, covered in the golden honey, her hair half falling out of the clip, her eyes absolutely glowing. He could not get enough of her.

  He could accept that. The sex was fucking amazing.

  Spectacular. What he couldn’t wrap his mind around was the absolute need to take her in his arms, to hold her tight.

  Maybe he shouldn’t think about it. He wasn’t able to think clearly right now, anyway. Maybe just do it.

  Think about it later. Yeah.

  He got on his knees, pulled her in close. She smelled like sex, the earthy edge of honey making it sweeter. So soft and pliant in his arms, her breath still coming in small pants. He had to run his hands over her, every curve: her shoulders, her sides, her hips. Over her narrow back.

  They were quiet while the tub filled. She leaned in to him and dropped her head onto his shou
lder. His chest knotted up tight, then his stomach. And even though he was half numb with his orgasm, his pulse was racing faster and faster, with Mia Rose so limp and yielding, so trusting, her hair soft on his skin. He couldn’t deallwith it. Too close. Too…something.

  Fuck.

  He turned her around again so her back was to him, then leaned back against the edge of the tub and laid her against the front of his body. She was stillsoft and pliant all over, silent. But it wasn’t any better with her back to him. No easier than it had been to see her face, her lips red and swollen, bruised looking. He didn’t want to kiss her any less. Didn’t want to hold her any less.

  He’d never felt anything like it in his life.

  Fuck it.

  He ran his hands over her sides, her smooth skin stillcovered in the sticky remains of the honey. He willed his cock back to life, but he was too depleted. He’d need a few minutes. He hated how desperate he was to feellsomething other than what he was feeling at that moment. To focus on the sex rather than on what else was happening to him.

  He was fucking doomed.

  He shut the water off, sank down another inch into the heat of it. Mia Rose still hadn’t said a word. And when he tried to distract himself by sliding his hands over her breasts, she let out a small sigh. Oh yeah, he could handle this. He played with her nipples, teasing them into two hard points.

  Finally she said, “Wash me, Jagger?”

  She reached up and pulled a sea sponge and a bottle of liquid soap from the side of the tub, and he took them both. The soap smelled like vanilla. Like her. He squeezed some onto the sponge, ran it over her body. And he was heating up again, low in his belly. Just being wet with her, seeing the shine of the water on her skin, feeling it like silk under his hands.

  He ran the sponge over her breasts, felt her squirm against him. Jesus, her breasts were perfect. He’d never seen anything like them in his life. But the truth of it was, he’d love them even if they weren’t perfect.

  It didn’t matter.

  He ran his free hand over her soapy skin. Oh yeah, even better like this, the water and the soap beneath his fingers. But she seemed to really love the touch of the sponge. He was getting hard again. Wanted to fuck her again. Or just rub up against her hot, wet skin, something he’d always loved to do. Just rub up against her, come all over her. Oh, yeah.

  He moved the sponge lower, beneath the water, and ran it over her cleft. She sighed once more, spread her thighs, let her head fall back against him. And as he massaged her slick little pussy with the sponge, he teased her nipples with his free hand, loving the hardness of them under his fingertips. In only moments she was panting again. And his cock was rock-hard, pressing against her buttocks, between those tight cheeks.

  Mia surged back against him.

  “Yes, Jagger. Come onto me.”

  She got it. That this was what he wanted. Needed.

  He rubbed the sponge faster over her sex, loved the way she pumped her hips in the same rhythm. The friction was amazing on his cock, as it skimmed between those lovely cheeks, against her wet, slippery skin. Pleasure coursed through him, sliding like the water. Soon Mia Rose tensed, bucked her hips, whimpered as she came. And those low sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth made him explode. His cock went absolutely rigid, and he thrust faster. The pure power of his orgasm shattered him, like shards of glass, almost painful.

  And he came and came, into the water he loved so much, onto the skin he’d come to love.

  The sharp thud in his chest only made him climax harder. And Mia Rose was panting and squirming against him. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop the tremors of postorgasm, couldn’t stop the sensation deep in his chest that he didn’t want to understand.

  He was left shivering. His arms went around Mia Rose’s body, held her tight.

  Don’t think about it, man.

  Too late. Too fucking late.

  And he was too weak with coming to fight it. Fuck it.

  There would be time to deallwith it later. Right now it was all about her soft body, her curves pressed right up against him, the scent of her hair and the goddamned honey everywhere.

  Mia woke in the predawn dark, her body loose allover, the sheets pushed to the foot of the bed, both of them naked. She could smell him even in the dark, like honey, very faintly. Like her own soap. Like Jagger. Lovely.

  She lay there for a few moments, simply breathing him in.

  She didn’t want to question last night. Didn’t dare ask herself, and certainly not him, what had happened. She’d felt a shift in him while they were in the tub. She could swear something changed…

  Or was it some strange moment of girlishness? She wasn’t used to having those kinds of moments. How could she possibly know?

  Everything had changed for her in some subtle way since she’d been with Jagger. She felt different about herself as a woman. Better. Freer. Even her class felt different to her, as though she had a deeper insight into those things she’d been teaching for severallyears. All of her research, her years of study, seemed to have led up to this moment in time with him. And the two things seemed intrinsically linked, as though one could never have happened without the other.

  A little scary, to know that this man was changing her, changing her life.

  But there she was, the heat of his sleeping body beside her. And it was wonderfulland frightening and comforting in a way she still didn’t dare trust. She normally didn’t like a man to stay the night. She liked her space. But right now, all she wanted was him here with her, just like this. She wanted to touch him, to curllinto him.

  She shook her head in the dark room. She must be losing her mind.

  Looking at him, she was barely able to make out his quiet form. She reached out, stroked one finger over his bare shoulder, then up and over his jaw. Touched his mouth. And shivered with a longing so deep, so profound, it made her want to cry.

  He stirred, whispered, “Hey,” his voice rough with sleep.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “Mmm.”

  He slid an arm around her, pulled her down onto his chest. His heart beat in a slow, even rhythm beneath her ear. He was so steady, so calm. So unlike her, her own head always filled with one frantic thought after another, rushing around at a hundred miles an hour. Common among those with a genius IQ, she’d been told by her teachers. She’d been tested as soon as she’d entered the eighth grade; her grandmother had seen to that. And it had been such a relief when they’d put her into classes that had actually challenged her. It was the emotionallstuff she couldn’t handle. And she could never seem to turn her brain off. But Jagger knew how to unwind.

  Maybe he could teach her how to do that.

  He was teaching her already. Something about how to let go. The way her body responded to him made her do it whether she wanted to or not. But she was pretty sure it was good for her. Just like her friendship with Karalee was opening her up, helping her learn to trust again. Maybe that’s what it was with Jagger, too.

  Don’t take that too far.

  No, she never did, did she? She wouldn’t now. Not even with him.

  She wouldn’t.

  Her heart gave a hard squeeze. And she knew she may have gone too far already. But all she wanted at that moment was to let it all go: the tension, the fear, the neurotic overthinking, and just be with him. To exist purely in the moment, as Jagger seemed to be able to do.

  able to do.

  What had Scarlett O’Hara said? Tomorrow was another day.

  For once, she was going to try to let it be.

  chapter twelve

  KARALEE DREW IN A DEEP BREATH AS

  GIDEON THRUST INTO her from behind, right into her wet, waiting sex. She didn’t know, after their last experience, if he’d want to fuck her pussy or her ass.

  She didn’t care. It was all good. Anything he wanted.

  She braced her hands on the marble wall of the bathroom stall and surged back into him, wanting him dee
per, already shuddering with pleasure. And he had his fingers on her clit, teasing, pinching, hitting all the right spots.

  He thrust harder, deeper. He knew just how to do it, fast and furious. All the better if they weren’t going to get caught. Yet she came every time. Came harder than she ever had in her life.

  Oh, yes…

  She bit down on her lip. She knew to keep quiet. But she let out a little mewling sound so that he clapped a hand over her mouth, held tight. God, she loved that. That sensation of really being commanded.

  Taken over.

  The tension built, his hand and his cock working her.

  Hard. Merciless. Pleasure shafted deep into her body, spread, heating her skin all over.

  He whispered into her hair, “I love to fuck you, Karalee. Up against the wall like this. I love to see your naked ass. And your pussy is so damn tight and wet.” He drove his cock deeper. “I love to fuck you as hard as I can. Just. Like. This.”

  Each word was punctuated by a ramming thrust. She cried out behind the safety of his hand across her mouth as pleasure stabbed into her. Her body tensed, her sex clenching, and she came in long, shuddering waves. Behind her, Gideon drove into shuddering waves. Behind her, Gideon drove into her, so hard she could barely stay upright. Then he grunted, and his hand fell away from her mouth.

  It was only a moment later that she heard him zip up.

  She couldn’t move, her legs still spread, her dress still up around her waist, her thighs aching. Gideon reached down and stroked a finger across the still-

  quivering lips of her sex.

  “Clean up. Then meet me in the bar.”

  He left. It took her a few minutes to move. She lowered herself onto the toilet, her legs still shaky.

  When she was done she opened the stall door, peered out into the ladies’ room. It was empty.

  Grabbing her purse from the hook on the back of the door, she slipped out, went to look at her reflection in the enormous bronze-framed mirror.