More: A Body Work Novel (The Body Work Trilogy Book 4)

by Sierra Kincade

“I’m just going to touch you,” he said.

  Her brows pinched together. It felt like a bad idea, like they should have been prepared for more given the hurricane brewing inside her body, but she murmured her consent, and trusted him.

  His hands drifted down her spine, over her thin, cotton shirt, and he pressed his thumbs into the tense muscles in the small of her back. Her body seemed to go slack, and she arched even closer to him.

  “Right there,” he said. It was as if he was taking notes.

  His thumbs circled around her waist, and found a ticklish spot above her panty line. She gave a little groan, rotating her hips against his in a way that made him shudder.

  “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” he said.

  She wished he would tell her. If it was anything like what he was doing for her, it had to be incredible.

  Like before, she felt that strange bravery returning to her, and she moved her hands around his neck, down his chest. She kissed his jaw, slowly, cautiously, experimenting as he was. Learning what his body needed. And when his breath went ragged, and his hands tightened on her waist, excitement tingled through her.

  His hands rose up her waist, and his thumbs grazed the bottom of her breasts. They were heavy now, and just a little touch was enough to make her jerk.

  “That’s...” she tried to control her breathing, but couldn’t. He didn’t stop touching her there, but didn’t move forward either. He was waiting for her green light.

  “That’s good,” she managed.

  He kissed her shoulder, his rough jaw nuzzling against her neck and making the sensation sharper. The fingers of one hand worked around the side of her breast, while the other curved around her back, keeping her body close. And then he cupped her with his palm, big hands holding her with just the right amount of pressure, and her knees momentarily gave out.

  “Like that?” he said, voice husky.

  She gave a little whimper. Her body was starting to move now, like they were dancing, but far more sensual. Her hips rocked up against his. He lowered, and answered. The pressure of his hand increased, and then slid outward, until his fingers were lightly pinching her nipple, through her shirt and bra.

  “Oh god.” She was starting to tremble.

  “You’re so sensitive,” he said. “I hoped you would be.”

  Sensitive wasn’t right. She was fire itself, burning hotter and brighter with each caress. In the back of her mind she finally registered what this was. Not sex. Seduction. She’d never been seduced, not like this anyway.

  He kissed her again, more urgently than before. His teeth pulled at her bottom lip, his tongue flicked over it, in a way that made that place between her legs give one hard clench. Holding his face in the palm of her hands, she gave into the need and kissed him fully, and when his thigh scored the apex of her thighs, she cried out into his mouth.

  His hands flew over her now, down her back, around her bottom, jerking her closer. Her heart pounded madly, and with her inhibitions gone, she kissed his neck, and felt his pulse hammer against her lips. She liked it so much, she licked a straight line down, tasting the wild spice of his skin, to where his neck met the bulging muscles of his shoulder. Then, without thinking, she bit him.

  The next thing she felt was the hard wall against her back. Her feet barely touched the ground. His thigh was wedged between her legs, his cock hard against her belly. She’d forgotten they were standing, forgotten such things as walls existed at all. Her heart raced, but not from fear.

  “Sorry,” he said, shoulders heaving. “Tell me to slow down.”

  “I...”

  “Say it, Amy,” he said.

  She couldn’t hold still. Everything inside of her was ratcheted so tightly, she thought she might burst at any second. But though her control was slipping, she didn’t fight it, because he was right there with her. She could feel it in the tension of his body, hear it in his voice.

  “I don’t want to slow down,” she said.

  He rested his head on her shoulder, fighting for control, and for a second, she thought he would deny her. But his hands moved down to the outside of her thighs, and he shifted her body, so that her legs were wide, and then he lifted her, and positioned her between his hard body and the wall.

  “Amy,” he murmured.

  She held onto his neck while he rolled his hips against hers, and she hated her tights then. Hated his slacks. Hated everything, even the air that was between them, because the urge to feel him there was suddenly so overwhelming she could have screamed.

  “Mike.” The word was like a plea. Sweat broke out on her brow. She barely recognized the feeling. “Mike?” she asked this time, the pleasure so forceful it was starting to frighten her.

  “I’ve got you,” he said. “I’m here, Amy.”

  Her thighs tightened around his waist. She could feel him, hard and ready, rubbing her. Rubbing that place. Sliding up and back down. Up and down. She was losing her mind. She was losing everything.

  And then she broke.

  It hit her with the force of a tidal wave, the heat flooding through her veins. The place between her legs, the place that was dry and broken, was wet and hot, and she was pushing back against him just as she was fighting to break away. He held her, her breasts against his chest, his mouth seeking hers and drawing out every last cry.

  He kept her there until the storm had passed, then he turned, so that his back was against the wall, and sunk to the floor so that she was on her knees straddling him.

  “I...” Her sight returned, and as she focused on his eyes, any shame or embarrassment evaporated.

  “Damn,” he said, still breathing roughly. “You’re wild.”

  Wild? That didn’t sound like her.

  He brushed the damp hair from her cheek.

  “How long do we have?” he asked tightly.

  “Not long,” she said, and before her thoughts could screw everything up, she kissed him again.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The aftermath of her first orgasm with Mike wasn’t nearly as intense as the build up to it, only because the heat hadn’t dissipated. She was still flushed, her muscles pliant and warm, her center damp and achy.

  She kissed him with more confidence now, hands streaking over his shoulders, down his back, pulling him closer.

  “Ride me,” he ground out. “Show me what feels good.”

  He was sitting straight against the wall, legs outstretched, but as she rocked against him, his knees bent slightly, forcing her closer to his chest. Her shirt was too constricting, but she didn’t dare push back to peel it off. She needed his closeness, and wouldn’t part with the heat of his body for even a second.

  She circled her hips and he bared his teeth. She grinned wickedly, and nipped at his ear. He thrust his hips up, and she bounced back down on his cock. Her breath came out in a huff and she froze. She may have been wild, but she was aware enough to know not to hurt him.

  He didn’t seem hurt. He lifted her, and drove her back down on his hardness. She gave a groan. The next time, she tried it, opening her eyes to watch his reaction.

  His gaze had turned dark with lust, and sent a bolt straight through the floor of her belly.

  “You like it a little rough, don’t you?” he asked.

  “I...” It was all so new. They were still wearing all their clothes, but what was happening felt far more intimate than anything she’d ever done. “I don’t know,” she answered.

  “Close your eyes,” he said, “and fuck me.”

  Her breath caught. She’d never heard him use that word before. I don’t know how, she wanted to say. She didn’t want to do it wrong. She wasn’t even trying to make him come now, she was just taking, taking, taking. It should have been selfish, but he seemed like he liked what she was doing.

  “Close your eyes,” he said again.

  She did. He squeezed her hips and helped her lift, then settle down on him.

  “Hold onto me,” he said. “Let go of every
thing else.”

  Her hands wound around the back of her neck. She swirled her hips. She rubbed herself on him like a stripper giving a lap dance. She rose up, and pushed herself down. Her panties were wet; she felt the urge to reach down between them and feel for herself, just to make sure it wasn’t just some trick her mind was playing.

  Her thighs flexed as she rose, and she imagined him naked. His hard, dark body, ripped with muscle, shining with sweat. His rigid cock, disappearing inside of her as she took all of it, without pain. She groaned at the image, and started riding him hard.

  His grunts and harsh breaths pushed her higher. Each time she came back down, the bulge in his pants struck her most sensitive place, and sent shockwaves ripping down her limbs. She didn’t know what was happening. She could make herself come, but it had been a long time since she’d done so with another person. Now, she could feel it building again, and they were both still fully dressed.

  She wanted him to touch her breasts again. She didn’t know how to ask, though, so she reached for one herself, imagining his hand there.

  “Tell me what you need,” he said. The way he was ordering her around was so unlike his normal patient, carefree self. It made her that much hotter.

  “Here. This. Please,” she said. She didn’t open her eyes, afraid of his reaction.

  He slid her closer, up the length of his erection, so that his belt buckle rested against the top of her slit. She balanced with both hands against the wall as he kissed the top of her breast. Even through the shirt she could feel him marking her, those kisses like a tattoo. She began to pant as the fabric became wet, and scraped against her tender skin. When he reached her right nipple, he bit through the bra, the pressure making her buck. Her hands slid over his smooth head and held him close, and he bit harder, one of his hands slipping over her butt, close between her thighs. She threw herself back against that hand, needing him to touch her there and push her over the edge once more.

  But he didn’t. The path of his hand returned to her thigh, and made a hard rub down her hamstring.

  “Mike,” she said, the pleasure cranking so tight tears spilled from her eyes. “Help me.”

  He drew back, and in a burst of power shifted, and soon she was on her back, the fresh carpet beneath her. Heavy hands drew up her sides while he moved to the next breast, and captured her wrists above her head. Pinning them there with one hand, he used the other to hike her knee up high on her waist, so that he could finally show her what he could do.

  He kept close, thrusting in long, powerful strokes that never took his body away from hers. She could almost feel him now, deep inside her, filling her then pulling back, and filling her again. A new flood of desire pooled between her legs.

  “Can you feel how it’s going to be?” he asked, shocking her into another cry.

  “Yes,” she panted.

  “You feel so good,” he said. As if they were already doing it. But even though they weren’t yet, this did feel good.

  “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Trust me.”

  She didn’t know why he was asking until he released her hands, and moved down her body, kissing her over her clothes on her collar, her breasts, her belly button, and just below, on the waistband of her pants.

  “Oh.” She rose on her elbows, panic sparking above the rush. “You don’t have to. I’m okay.”

  Danny had done this a couple times, but he’d hated it. He’d made jokes about it later. Filthy jokes, and she’d laughed because she was too humiliated not to. When it came up again, she’d redirected him somewhere else, and it wasn’t long before he’d realized he was off the hook.

  She was clean. She’d showered and shaved. But that didn’t mean she wanted to risk killing what she and Mike had just found.

  “Trust me,” he said again, his eyes shining up at her as he settled between her legs. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

  “You have?” She shook her head. Her pants were still on, but that didn’t make what he was preparing to do any less intimate. The fabric was thin enough she could feel the heat of his breath. She was just about to say “yellow light,” when he lowered his head and kissed her.

  Her knees snapped together around his head, just as her shoulders collapsed on the floor. She shoved the base of her thumb into her mouth and bit down hard so she didn’t cry, or moan, or make a sound. She held perfectly still.

  “Amy,” he murmured. “You’re so wet. You smell like honey. God, you smell so sweet.”

  She couldn’t make sense of this. She could barely register what he was saying. Her clothes were still on, but he was acting like she was naked. Like this kind of thing was normal. Like she was irresistible.

  Gently, he pried her knees open.

  He kissed her again. Through the fabric, she could feel each tiny movement of his mouth, feel herself aching for more.

  “Let me hear you,” he said.

  She shook her head, biting down harder.

  His fingertips trailed down the inside of her quivering thighs, coming close to the place where he pressed his lips. A tight groan snuck out.

  “Right there,” he said, teasing the damp fabric between her legs with his fingertips. She jumped, the most sensitive place of all colliding with his mouth.

  “Yes,” he hissed. “And right here.”

  He used his teeth, eating at her through her pants, not even trying to take them off. He turned his head, and kissed his way down lower, and her moans became unstoppable. Because she was unable to hold still, he pinned her hips to the floor, and then massaged her gently with his thumbs, as much as he could through her tights.

  One hard press of his lips on her clit, and she was falling, tumbling, unable to hold onto anything as her body was pummeled by pleasure. Colors burst like fireworks behind her closed lids. Flames consumed her, and before it could end, he’d risen over her, and taken her hand from her own mouth, and sucked two of her fingers into his. His face was tight with need now, and she was swept up in the frenzy of his hands, and his cock, and his legs, tangling with hers.

  He flipped her onto her stomach, and hauled her hips up with one strong arm around her waist so that she was on all fours.

  “W-wait,” she stammered.

  She wanted to be close. To feel him everywhere. She knew how sex felt when it only involved the integral parts, and she didn’t want that with him.

  He didn’t hesitate. He pulled back, and carried her with him, so that he was kneeling, and her back was against his chest. Sitting on his heels, he kept her close, and the momentary discomfort was erased just as quickly as it had come.

  “Better?” he rasped.

  She moaned her agreement.

  Her hands reached back and wound around his neck, crumpling his already wrinkled collar. His mouth feasted on her exposed shoulder. He bit at her bra strap and moved it aside with his teeth.

  He never tried to undress her any more than that, and she didn’t try to undress him either. It was as if they had an unspoken agreement. One slow, simmering step at a time.

  They moved, their bodies becoming one. He squeezed her breasts and circled her stomach. She pushed her buttocks back against his erection. When he reached for her hand, and dragged it down between her legs, they both felt how she’d soaked through her pants.

  “Come for me again,” he said.

  Her hair stuck to her neck, stuck to his neck, now slick with sweat, too.

  “I want you to feel good,” she said between gasps. “I want you to come.”

  His thrusts became harder.

  “Mike...” She tried to hold off. “Mike, I’m close.”

  He squeezed her tighter. She could feel the change take him. The jerkiness in his movements, the flex of his thighs beneath her.

  “Oh god,” she said, just before it hit her.

  Her body went rigid, and he grabbed her hips tightly and rammed her down on him. She could feel his belt buckle scraping her back and didn’t care. He was coming, and she hadn’t even touched h
im.

  She was completely in awe.

  Sagging against him, his arms came around her again, and they stayed like that while the thunder of their heartbeats gradually settled.

  “Well,” he said after some time. “That was a first.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  They sat in the car outside Mike’s house longer than they should have, given how late they were. Amy couldn’t manage to get out, and Mike seemed to be waiting for her lead.

  “Thanks for last night,” she said. “And this morning.” She giggled, despite the growing nerves in her belly. Real life waited outside this car, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to let go of what they’d found together just yet.

  He reached for her hand, and kissed her knuckles. He’d changed into basketball shorts and a T-shirt, and she regretted that he hadn’t spent more of the night with less clothing on.

  He was too quiet, pressing her to fill the silence.

  “‘You were amazing, Amy,’” she said in her best Mike voice. “‘Who knew you’d be so hot in the sack?’”

  “I knew,” he said quietly. His seriousness worried her.

  “You sure you aren’t disappointed?” It was one thing to say he was okay taking things slowly in the moment, but it was another after they’d spent a full night together without removing a single piece of clothing.

  “That I don’t get another hour to touch you? Yes. It’s disappointing.” He chuckled softly, breaking the tension. “I love my daughter more than life itself, but right now I’m genuinely afraid to go back in that house.”

  She smirked, feeling better. “It’s still standing. That’s promising. No evidence of fire damage.”

  “On the outside.”

  “We can always hire a cleaning service,” she said. “The kind the police use to scrub murder scenes.”

  He laughed, and she relaxed as the sound rolled through her.

  “Anna’s strong,” he said. “I’m not sure Alec made it.”

  She was reminded of the picture on her cell and snorted. “If your mom can handle the girls, surely...no.” She laughed and shook her head. “No, I can’t even say it. You gave them the gift of birth control last night, Mike.”