by Dakota Trace
“Hmmm, no chair. Did you rearrange the room, Mr. Ramirez-Santiago?”
Nate’s eyes devoured the lush figure of the woman standing not ten feet from him. The dim light spilling from the lamp behind her outlined every curve and dip. His hands itched to touch her. He stifled his moan as his cock swelled behind the placket of his khaki shorts. It was all he could do to stay seated. Clearing his throat, he focused on getting his raging libido under control. Get a grip, Nate. One-night stand or not, she’s not expecting to be jumped the second she enters the room. He started when a tart and sensual intonation washed over him, sending desire crashing through him. It took a moment before what she wanted to know registered. The furniture—she wanted to know if he’d rearranged the room.
“Yeah, I did.” Shifting forward in his seat, he waited for her to move closer, but she didn’t. “You’re quite observant, Ms. Navarro—most wouldn’t have realized I’d moved the chair.”
With the dim light streaming behind her, he thought he might have caught a shadow of the smile gracing her full lips as she turned but it was so brief he couldn’t be sure. He bet she had a beautiful smile. Too bad he wouldn’t ever see it.
“Funny, you’re the second person this evening to mention it. But yes, I’m more observant than most. Now, if you’d be so kind to tell me how far I am from the bed, we can start this business.”
Surprise washed over him. She’s that easy? No small talk, just show me the bed and let’s get at it? His libido purred at the idea, even as his conscience screamed at him to slow down. “It’s in front of you.”
“I’m well aware it’s somewhere in front of me, Mr. Ra—”
“Nate,” he interrupted. “If we’re going to do this, I insist you call me Nate.”
A heavy sigh escaped her. “Of course—we wouldn’t want this to be too impersonal.” She kicked off her shoes. “You’re Nate and you can call me Xaviera if you wish.” Reaching up, she freed her hair from the clip holding it off her neck. His fingers tightened around the arms of the chair. In the meager light, its thick, dark waves shimmered with red and bronze highlights as it spilled over her shoulders. He could envision fisting the strands as she gave him head. A harsh expletive passed his lips before he could stop it.
“Now why don’t you tell me in specific terms where the bed is, so I can be comfortable as we talk?”
God, she’s playing this fantasy to the hilt. I don’t know if I should be offended or grateful. It took all his control to keep his response even-toned. “Ten feet ahead and three feet to the left.” He watched as she walked forward, blocking the light before slipping into the shadows. A sigh of relief hissed past his parted lips when the springs on the bed squeaked. One step closer to ending my self-imposed celibacy.
“So, Nate, I think it’s pointless to make small talk about who we are and what our jobs are, considering we both know why we’re here.” Her briskness stroked him the wrong way. He had to give her kudos for being honest though. They both knew they had contacted 1Night Stand to have a night of anonymous sex before parting ways in the morning, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to give in so easily.
“You’re assuming you know what I want, Xaviera. What would you say if I told you I wanted to see you again?”
A low chuckle drifted his way. “I’d say you’re full of shit. You want the fantasy of screwing an anonymous woman for a night. No, you’re not looking for strings—you’re looking for physical release without guilt, just as I am.”
“Perhaps.” He almost wished he could read the look on her face but she was still in the shadows. “Or maybe it has to do with the fact if I don’t get laid, I won’t have a job.”
She was silent before a giggle escaped her. “Lord only knows what kind of job would require you to get laid on a regular basis. Either way, I’m happy you showed.” Her tone became more serious as she changed the subject. “I have a few questions before we do this, though. I trust Madame Evangeline did the proper background checks, but I need to hear it from you before we go any further. Are you clean and did you bring protection? Because if not, this ends now.”
He shifted a bit before standing. Treading on light feet to the bed, he hovered over her. “Lady, I’ve never been with a woman without protection, let alone had a venereal disease, and I’ll be damned if I’d sleep with a woman I just met without insuring my own health.”
Whatever he’d expected her response to be, it wasn’t what he got.
“Good to know. Now, shall we get to it? I haven’t felt a man’s touch in two years and I’m finding myself rather anxious.” Her plea became soft and coaxing. “Nor have I felt a lover’s skin under mine. The only question is, will you be the one to break my dry spell?”
“Fuck yeah.” All thoughts of going slow were consumed by the undisguised need in her words. Using the fact his vision was already used to the darkness, he pushed her back on the bed before covering her mouth with a needy kiss. Damp lips parted under the pressure before the moist tip of her tongue slipped past his teeth to duel with his. A low, satisfied grunt pushed out of his chest when her slender arms wrapped around his neck.
Using his strength to his advantage, he half dragged, half lifted her farther up on the bed. Under him, her peaked nipples budded through her dress to rub against the bare skin of his chest. He was grateful he’d shed most of his clothes before she’d arrived. When she was where he wanted, he sank down over her, his hips parting her thighs.
The cool cotton of her dress brushed his sides. Gathering a handful, he hauled it up, loving the feel of her skin against him. Mindless with desire, he rocked against the cradle of her thighs, wanting nothing more than to sink into the hot, wet depths pressing against his stomach. Son of a bitch she’s so wet I can feel it through her panties. Lifting his head, he drew a ragged breath, trying to slow down before he lost total control. “Damn, woman—you’re like fucking dynamite.”
Her fingers dug at his shoulders while she tried to pull him closer. “More! Don’t stop.” Her desperate plea made his nuts tighten.
“Not a prayer in hell. The hotel could be on fire and it wouldn’t stop me.” He reached out to trace a finger over the scalloped edge of her dress, teasing the rounded swells of her breasts. He couldn’t see them clearly, but he needed the offending cloth gone. “How does this come off, sugar?” Not waiting for her to answer, he slid his hand under her, searching for buttons, a zipper, hell, anything that would tell him how to get the dress out of his way.
“Over my head.” She breathed the words into his ear. Her tongue darted inside before abandoning the interior to nip at the lobe. “Sit up for a second.”
He growled. The last thing he wanted to do was let go of the warm, sexy body under him. “Don’t wanna.” Licking her collarbone, he ground his erection against her mound.
“Only for a minute.” She whimpered when he captured the tight nub of her breast, cloth and all between his teeth. He’d never heard anything sexier in his life. The urge to get inside her—to ride her, had him in its grip. His aching cock didn’t care about slow and steady, it wanted fast and furious.
Her fingers dug into his hair when he switched breasts. Yanking one of the straps down far enough to loosen the top, he nosed aside the fabric as if in search of hidden treasure. Licking and nipping at every millimeter of skin he exposed, he grew close to finding it when she yanked hard on his hair. “Stop! Let me up, you teasing ass.” Her breathing sounded harsh to his ears.
His lust-dazed mind tried to make sense of her words.
“Now? You wanna stop, now?” He yanked hard on the reins of his control, not so far gone he’d force an unwilling woman. His daddy had beat it into his head. It didn’t matter if he had the head of his dick in a woman; if she said stop, you rolled off her and found the nearest body of cold water. No meant no. “Fuck!” Rolling away, he stood up, his body screaming in protest. The need that had been riding him earlier was minimal compared to the inferno inside him. Locking his hands behind his neck, he took deep brea
ths to calm himself while ignoring the rustling sounds behind him.
“Nate?” She touched his lower back.
He trembled as if a lash, rather than her soft hand, had touched him. His control was almost gone, making his tone gruff. “Yeah?”
“Get your ass back over here and finish what you started.” Her finger curled around one of the loops on his shorts. “And don’t forget the damned condoms because I’ll kill someone if you stop again.”
Chapter Three
Xaviera couldn’t believe her own boldness. Even with her ex, she’d never been this demanding. Listening to him fumble with something, a drawer maybe, sent her desire higher. He would be her first lover since her accident, since she’d lost her sight, and she was nervous. Perhaps that’s why I’m pushing so hard. I’m afraid he’ll stop. Thank God for the fantasy.
A low gasp of relief fell from her lips as the bed dipped again. He was back. She cried out as he rolled over her, pinned both her hands next to her head as he straddled her. The hair-dusted thighs pressed against her sides tickled. He must’ve lost his shorts while he was grabbing the condoms.
“Sugar, are you trying to drive me nuts?” His hand cupped her left breast, his thumb teasing its nub. “Damn, you’re naked. I wish I could see….” He sounded hoarse, his body moving against hers.
Panic flared. Not now! I’m gonna die if he stops now. “Remember the fantasy. You wanted the mystery….”
His groan whispered over her ear. “Shit…. How do you feel about giving head?” His stark need sent hers soaring. Her lips parted, her breathing grew ragged. The idea of feeling him against her tongue, filling her mouth with his hard flesh teased her. As much as she wanted it, the moment she got her mouth around his cock, she wouldn’t be able to resist. Her fingers would find her aching clit and she’d come, and for once she didn’t want to climax by her own hand.
“That depends.” His uneven breathing told her how hot he was, but she wanted him to burn even hotter. “How do you feel about eating pussy?”
“Son of a bitch.” His grip on her wrists tightened. “I love it. I can guarantee my mouth will find its way between your thighs tonight.” His weight lifted off her. Expecting to feel the head of his dick brush her lips, she panted. “How about now? Eat me while I suck on your cock?”
She heard his sharp hiss. “Damn woman. I want this to last and sure as rain hits the ground, I’ll come if I taste you while you have that sexy mouth wrapped around me.”
Feeling his thighs tremble against her ribs, she imagined him poised over her, fighting his need. “And I’m going to come once I get you in my mouth. Don’t let it be by my own touch.” She arched off the bed, rubbing her stomach against his ass. “I need to feel a man—no, I need to feel youmake me come. It’s been so long.” She no longer cared if it sounded like she was begging because she was. “Who said this had to be a one shot deal? Let’s take the edge off, so we can enjoy a slow fuck.”
His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue shooting inside to tangle with hers as he kissed her within an inch of her life. When he broke the kiss, she gasped for air.
“You are a dream come true, sugar.” He released her wrists. With an economy of movement, his weight lifted before resettling on her. The brush of his silky length against her cheek had her head turning. Wrapping a hand around him, she explored his dimensions as he parted her thighs.
“Ah loving hell, you’re bare.” She opened her mouth to ask if it was a problem, when his mouth closed over her and his tongue speared deep. Evidently not. As his lips, teeth, and tongue sucked, nipped, and licked, she was never more grateful that she’d continued her monthly trips to the spa. They had kept her soft and bare.
“Nate!” She squirmed under his relentless assault as he withdrew from her, only to lap at the crease of her thigh. Her fingers tightened around his length and jerked down, stroking the hard flesh, amazed when she couldn’t quite encircle him. Oh God, he’s thick. Just the way I like them. Squeezing hard, she wondered at the feel of holding a cock again.
“Please, suck me.” His plea was whispered against the pulse in her inner thigh.
“Oh, yeah.” Lifting her head, she used her hand to guide him to her lips. Latching onto the thick, bulbous head, she sucked, lapping at the dampness leaking from it. His hips surged, surprising her. She choked a bit as he slid deep into her mouth then brushed the back of her throat. Pushing helplessly at him, her eyes watered while she struggled to breathe. Panic surged before he withdrew.
“Sorry, sugar.” His breathing was ragged. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
Licking her lips, she savored the salty flavor of him. “Nonsense! Roll over. Let’s try it with me on top.”
He rolled with her and she thought she’d heard a muttered Thank God before she crawled over his muscled body. God he’s so firm. He’s no desk jockey. She mewed like a kitten with pleasure.
Bringing her ass down to his face, smelling her desire, Nate groaned with relief as her mouth settled over his hard-as-nails dick. For a second there he’d thought he’d ruined it when he’d heard her choking noises and felt her hands pushing against him. Her mouth had felt so damn good, he’d reacted without thought, wanting nothing more than the wet heat she was offering. He’d expected her to either storm out of the room, or at least stop the oral sex in favor of fucking. While his body was glad she hadn’t, he would’ve understood. No woman liked it when a man tried to force his cock down her throat. He hadn’t expected her request for a change of position.
Her squirming and muffled gasps tickled every inch of his flesh. Cupping her hips, he angled his head up, determined to drive her insane with his mouth. Licking over the outer curve of her labia, he delved inside, searching for her taste. Tart, she exploded over his taste buds like grapefruit. She bucked toward his mouth, trying to get closer he assumed. When it caused him to lose his treat, he playfully smacked her hip. “Mine.” She stilled at the sting and moaned around him. God damn I hit the jackpot! Not only does she give head…his breath stuttered as she tongued the sensitive underside of his cock…but she doesn’t seem to mind if I get a bit rough. Pleasure sizzled along his shaft to settle at the base of his cock.
Wanting to give her the same bliss, he parted her folds, exposing the hard, little kernel of her clit to his gaze. “So damn hot,” he gasped as her mouth slid down his length. Using his fingers to hold her open, he lashed at the swollen bud, loving her muffled shrieks as he coaxed her closer to rapture. Slipping two of his fingers inside her sheath, he growled when she reared back and her inner muscles milked them. “That’s it, sugar. Ride ‘em.”
“Shit.” Her moan reached him, then her hips rocked. Dipping his tongue to flick at the flesh surrounding his fingers, he savored her taste, giving a buck of his own hips when she tried to swallow him whole, sending him teetering on the edge. It had been too long since he’d felt a woman’s mouth.
“Xaviera…sugar…you’re gonna…” His balls drew up tight. “…I’m gonna come…please….” his words sounded like gibberish to his own ears. Struggling to hang on long enough to make sure she was with him was torture. Rubbing his thumb over her clit, he began finger-fucking her, hoping the brutal motion would send her over.
Her moans grew louder, until he hoped—no, he prayed she was there because he was coming whether she was ready or not. “Fuck…I’m coming….” Expecting her to lift her head to finish him off with her hand, he shouted when she tightened her lips around him. She sucked harder and brushed her fingers over a spot behind his nuts so sensitive he heaved under her slight weight, his cock unloading into her warm mouth. He locked in place as she continued to draw on him, until he sank back into the bedding, finally spent.
“Nate…please….” Her plea stroked over his over-stimulated flesh as she continued to rock against his palm, seeking her release. “…so close…I….” She buried her face against his thigh, her nails digging.
“Oh, sugar….” Rolling onto his side with her, he kept fingering
her before sucking the swollen nub into his mouth. Tapping his tongue against it, he wanted to howl his pleasure when her tissues grabbed his fingers before releasing and grabbing again as she came for him. Yanking his hand away, he cupped her hips and rode out her orgasm, loving every scream, cry, and whimper she gave.
When she finally quieted, he let go of her clit and dragged his tongue down through her folds. Lapping at the juices trickling from her, he chuckled low when she jerked, trying to avoid his mouth.
“Enough…oh God…please….” Her pleas told him how thoroughly he’d pleasured her. Giving one last lick, he sank back, freeing her hips from his grasp.
Sprawled on his back, he stared up at the dark ceiling. He’d never felt so alive in his life. Amazing what good sex will do for your outlook on life. Sitting up slowly, he felt around for Xaviera. His hand encountered a shapely thigh. Smoothing his palm up and over her rounded hip, he couldn’t resist giving it a generous squeeze.
“You okay, sugar?”
“Mmm-hmmm.” The bed shook a bit as she sat up. “Just thirsty.”
“Water, juice, or soda?” He rolled off the bed, reciting the contents of the en suite fridge. “Or something a bit harder?”
“Hmmm, orange juice sounds good.”
From the rustling noise behind him, he assumed she had settled herself at the head of the bed. Gingerly picking his way toward where he thought the mini-fridge was, he cursed when his hip bumped into the corner of the table.
“Are you okay?” Her question floated over from the bed as he found the small fridge. He winced as the light from inside it made him see spots.
“Yeah.” Snatching a couple of individually wrapped boxes of juice, he straightened and closed the door. “Is from the carton okay?”