PASSIONATE ENCOUNTERS

by Tory Richards

  “It’s not deep, so you won’t need stitches. But if it heals up with glass inside, it could become infected.”

  “I know you’re not hurting me on purpose, Mike. Maybe I need a bullet to bite on or something. Do what you need to do.”

  What he needed to do and what he wanted to do was the same thing. If Emma only knew what she was inviting. He was standing between her glorious silken thighs, touching her; his gaze dropped to her breasts and he noticed the peaks were crowned. They rose and fell softly with her every breath, teasing him, almost begging him for attention. God save Emma if she gave him any sign that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  As if sensing the direction of his thoughts, Emma suddenly removed her hands from his shoulders. Lord, just let him finish up and get the hell out of there while he could still walk.

  Chapter 8

  Emma quietly watched Mike while his fingers gently examined the cut, growing warm when it dawned on her how intimate their positions were. She should never have let him talk her into this, but it was too late to do anything about it now. She tensed every time his knuckles brushed dangerously close to the apex between her legs.

  To make matters worse she knew she was responding to his nearness, female to male. Every time his gaze met hers, her belly fluttered in response, with every smile he bestowed upon her, the deep timbre of his voice running over her like thick molasses, the tingle of awareness all affected her. Lord she prayed she wasn’t obvious. Before long she began to squirm against the marble, wishing it was over and she could run and get a robe.

  She felt horribly exposed beneath the glare of the bright lights. For the first time she wished she’d told the developer not to add the second mirrored wall. However, at the time she’d been opting for the illusion of a bigger bathroom. Now her gaze was on the mirror across from her, taking in Mike’s backside, the tautness of his buttocks when he moved and the way his wide shoulders filled out his shirt. Then she looked at the back of his head. Noticing how thick and rich his hair was and wondering what it would feel like to run her fingers through it, if it was as silky as it looked. It was a little on the long side, brushing against the collar of the black shirt.

  She couldn’t take the silence any longer or the brush of his fingers against her ultra sensitive skin, producing responses in her body that would soon become evident. It was all she could do not to clench her thighs together to ease the throbbing of her clit.

  “Will I live, Doctor?”

  He didn’t even glance up. “Yep.”

  Emma could only guess Mike was satisfied there was no glass in it when he began to douse the wound with peroxide. She stiffened, and sucked in her breath, then watched in shock as he leaned in and began to blow to ease the sting. Oh my god, does he know what he’s doing? He was putting out one small flame but replacing it with a rapidly growing inferno. The heat of his breath licked at her sensitive skin, teasing the fine hairs there and making her tingle.

  Worse, Emma felt a pool of hot wetness surge between her pussy lips and soak her panties. Little protection against the thin barrier of her costume.

  “Better?”

  Emma nodded, too breathless to say anything, barely able to meet his eyes when he raised his head. She watched as he took some cotton from the kit and gently dabbed at the scratch to clean off the blood. She was suddenly reminded of the many times throughout the years that she’d placed Amanda on the bathroom vanity or kitchen countertop to tend to a scrape or cut.

  “Remember when kisses made everything all better?” Not again! Mike is going to think I want him to kiss me. His head shot up and Emma felt the heat spread up her neck the moment the words were out. What on earth was she saying? “I, what I mean is…”

  “I remember.” He breathed deeply, a strange light coming to life in his eyes, his expression turning darker. “Do you think it still works after we’re all grown up?”

  What was he doing? Was he aware the back of his knuckles was making circles against her inner thigh, moving higher and higher toward her dripping pussy? Aware she was holding her breath, she parted her lips.

  His words sent a scorching fire racing through her blood and for a moment she was speechless. He couldn’t be serious. The amusement in his eyes told her he wasn’t, but Emma saw something else in Mike’s eyes too. A deeper, stronger emotion that tempted her to find out the answer to his question.

  Her eyes were glued to his and she tried to ignore the erratic jump in her pulse, but that was impossible. Something warned her it was too late. They were heading toward something that would change everything.

  “Maybe, kisses are good for a lot of things.”

  “Kisses can lead to a lot of things, too,” he returned huskily.

  Well, it couldn’t get any clearer than that. A shiver washed over Emma’s body, his words bringing to mind the picture of them naked and entangled in sheets, kissing and fucking their brains out. Oh! She sucked in air, as breathing suddenly became difficult.

  She prayed that, among other things, Mike wasn’t also a mind reader. Her tongue came out to wet her bottom lip, the innocent action drawing his gaze there. In the next heart-stopping moment he slowly leaned closer and she gasped, realizing if she weren’t sitting so far back on the vanity top, the bottom half of their bodies would be touching.

  That thought brought an instant reaction from her heightened senses. A tiny whimper escaped her. When was the last time she’d felt such overwhelming desire? Or was it lust? Either way it frightened her, yet she didn’t draw away when Mike did what she’d been yearning for. He took her gently by the hips, and pulled her forward into the intimate cradle of his.

  Oh my! His cock was hard as a rock. Emma’s head rolled back, she closed her eyes and moaned with intense pleasure.

  A current of electrifying heat traveled through his body to hers and she began to tremble violently with response. “Mike.” The whispered puff came out before she could rein it in, sounding amplified in the small room. It didn’t seem to matter to him that he wanted her to think he was married. Her impassioned tone seemed to be all the fuel needed to get him past that little lie.

  He leaned even closer against her, until there was no doubt his cock was fully erect and hungry. Emma couldn’t look away from the fire leaping in his eyes or the raw stamp of arousal on his face. His need matched hers. As he slowly lowered his head, there was no question that he intended to kiss her.

  There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted his mouth on hers more than anything else in the world, convincing herself there was nothing wrong with one little kiss. After all, they’d shared one in the dugout the other day, and she was curious to see where it went, that was all.

  Apparently Mike was just as curious. Only her mouth wasn’t his destination. His hands, which were resting on the curve of her hips, moved to the outside of her arms, his fingertips tickling her as they slowly traveled along her sensitive skin, leaving her covered with goose bumps. Next, they smoothed over Emma’s shoulders and collarbone before pausing at her neck. His fingers briefly sliced through her hair before tilting her head to give him better access to her throat.

  Emma held her breath with anticipation as he slowly lowered his head. He placed his lips along the arch of her throat and nibbled her flesh to the hidden spot behind her ear, down her collarbone and back to the curve of her jaw.

  She melted inside, quite certain that her heart stopped beating. After all, she’d stopped breathing eons ago. Her hands went to his lean hips, clutching him against her, and just for a moment she let herself enjoy the hunger of his body.

  Mike’s open mouth moved over her throat, pausing to gently suckle a sensitive spot that produced a low moan from Emma. His groan was followed by a shudder as he finally moved toward Emma’s lips for the kiss she craved. Her lips parted in anticipation, her breath catching with desire.

  Emma feared that once his mouth touched hers, she would be lost. Her desire for Mike was intense. Her tingling nipples, and the wetness between h
er thighs was proof of that. Her clit was actually throbbing. She trembled, and waited for his mouth to cover hers.

  His kiss was a taste of heaven. Soft, tentative, exploratory. A sample that did little to satisfy the fire uncurling deep inside her. Emma wanted more. The intensity of her feelings surprised her. It was as if Mike had flipped a switch.

  Isn’t he as turned on as I am right now? He seemed content to take it slow. She wanted it fast and hard.

  She stuck her tongue between their merged lips and into his mouth. That was all it took for Mike to lose control. His groan echoed through the bathroom and his kiss turned rough, impatient. Emma’s head snapped back from the force of his passion. Her hands fell on his shoulders; she wrapped her legs around his hips.

  Mike’s response was to thrust his hard cock more deeply against Emma. She whimpered with pleasure, arching against him, silently urging him to take her, and wishing they were naked so he could sink inside her body.

  While his hard mouth continued to attack her lips Emma’s hands moved down to the bottom of his shirt. Slipping her hands beneath the material she impatiently caressed his naked flesh while making her way up his rippled abs.

  Her hands against his skin seemed to have a violent effect on Mike. Groaning, he tore his mouth from hers and began to kiss his way down Emma’s half-exposed breasts. While his tongue dipped into her cleavage his hands worked at sliding her top down her shoulders and arms, and further. Until her breasts popped free of the tight bodice.

  Emma cried out softly at the feel of his mouth closing over her tingling nipples. She arched her back, offering him whatever he wanted, as long as he wanted. Rewarded when his lips, teeth and tongue made love to her flesh.

  “Mike!” Emma let her hands travel over him with unabashed hunger, slowly caressing down to the obstacle of his pants.

  “Stop?” He uttered the word between kisses.

  “God no!” She shuddered when his teeth grazed her nipples. She caressed his throbbing cock through his pants, and then cupped his tight balls.

  With a growl Mike moved against her hand.

  “Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now?”

  “Why don’t you show me?” Emma gasped. She moved to his belt buckle and undid it blindly. The zipper was a little trickier, but she managed to get it down and his pants open.

  She felt Mike’s hands at her hips again, his fingers curling into the material there. “Lift your hips.”

  Emma did as he wanted. A surprised gasp escaped her when he quickly and effortlessly pulled the harem pants down and off. There was no time for embarrassment. Besides, the look on Mike’s face as he stood there gazing at her pussy only made her hotter.

  She held her breath when he reached forward and lightly ran his finger over her wet hair. Emma groaned with frustration. It wasn’t enough. She freed his cock and ran her hand up and down the thick shaft, hoping to push Mike into losing control.

  His expression was intense with passion, eyes dark, nostrils flaring as if taking in her scent. His finger slid past her pussy lips, over her clit and inside her body; at the same time he leaned forward and closed his mouth over hers.

  Emma tugged on his cock, reveling in the size. She had no doubts about Mike being able to fulfill her hunger. Only now he seemed content in teasing her. She moved her hips against his finger, her breathing was accelerating and she knew she was close to coming.

  Mike seemed to sense it, too. Right on the brink of letting go, he withdrew his finger, took his cock in his hand and guided it into her waiting pussy. Mutual sounds of pleasure exploded around them. And Emma cried out when a powerful orgasm surged through her body.

  “Oh god!” She lost total control. “Mike!”

  “Let it go, baby.”

  There was no way she could have stopped it if she’d wanted to. Every thrust of his cock filled her to capacity, and continuously brushed against her ultra sensitive clit. It kept Emma stimulated and in a kind of ongoing climax. She’d never felt anything like it.

  As Mike plunged into her she wrapped her legs around his hips and clenched the muscles inside her womb, trying to squeeze his cock. The action caused him to shudder and groan, and his speed picked up until it seemed he was out of control.

  “It’s been so long since I’ve had a cock inside me, Mike.” Emma instinctively knew her words would turn him on more. She put her mouth against his ear. “Fuck me harder.”

  That was all it took to push Mike over the edge. Swearing beneath his breath, he thrust into Emma one last time.

  The phone ringing from the outer room startled them both. And like guilty teenagers they pulled away from each other.

  They were both panting for air and Emma looked everywhere but at Mike. He’d stepped back, but she was intensely aware of his presence, and the fact that she was naked from the waist down. Without taking his eyes off hers, he took care of his pants.

  The phone continued to ring, and at this time of night she knew it could only be one person calling. Amanda probably just wanted to make sure she’d made it home okay. She knew her sister wouldn’t hang up until she answered, but Emma couldn’t move to save her life.

  “I’ll get that,” Mike said, breaking the silence, turning at the same time.

  Thank god. Emma jumped off the vanity top and was not surprised to find her legs would barely support her. She quickly pulled her top back into place and reached for the pants on the floor.

  Then it dawned on her that letting Mike answer her phone wasn’t a very good idea. Forgetting the pants and reaching for the towel hanging over the rod she found the strength to hurry after him. She had to reach the phone before he picked it up. She scrambled down the hall behind him, wrapping the towel around her waist as she went.

  “No, Mike! I’d better get that.” She startled him into stopping in his tracks, and rushed around him. Reaching for the phone, she turned and shot him a brief smile hoping he’d accept it as an apology for her rudeness.

  “Hello?”

  “Mom? What’s wrong? You’re breathing heavy.”

  Emma rolled her eyes. “Nothing’s wrong. I didn’t think I’d make it to the phone before you hung up. I was in the, ah, bathroom.” She averted her eyes from Mike, who was still standing there watching her.

  “Oh, well I was just calling to make sure you got home okay.”

  “I’m surprised you have the courage to bring that up, after abandoning me at the party. You’ve never gone off and left me like that before.”

  “I, well I…”

  A long pause followed and Emma knew Amanda couldn’t find the words to vindicate her actions.

  “Never mind, I think I know why.” She watched Mike make a leisurely walk around her living room, picking up the occasional photo to study it.

  “Mike was nice enough to…”

  “Mike brought you home?”

  Emma could hear the excitement in Amanda’s voice before she had a chance to disguise it.

  “We can discuss this in the morning. It’s late and I was on my way to bed.” Emma gently replaced the receiver after they said goodnight, watching quietly as Mike continued to move about the room. He paused, studying one photo in particular before turning his attention back to her.

  The steamy situation that had taken place between them was over, both having had enough time in the last few minutes to regain control and come to their senses. And it appeared neither of them wanted to bring it up, either.

  Well, that was just fine with Emma. Their hot encounter was the closest thing she’d ever come to a one-night stand. And while the sex between them had been satisfying beyond her wildest imagination, it was probably best they pretend it didn’t happen.

  Hard to do when I have something hot, and probably sticky, running down the inside of my thigh.

  The silence between them was unnerving. Mike definitely had something on his mind. Emma could see it in his eyes, which were still smoky and reminding her of what happened. She swallowed hard, praying for the awkwar
dness to go away.

  Then his gaze narrowed on her, and Emma knew he’d gone from lover to detective in that heartbeat. His eyes were hard and speculative.

  “Amanda’s not yours,” he said with quiet emphasis, making his way to her with a photo in his hand.

  Emma’s glance dropped to the picture. It was an old one, taken when she was only thirteen. She remembered the day clearly. The picture had been taken at a family reunion and she was standing between her mother and father. In her mother’s arms, bundled up in a hand-crocheted baby blanket of pink was a newborn baby, just the tiniest bit of blonde tuft revealed over the edge of the blanket.

  She smiled like always when she looked at that particular picture. It was the last snap shot of them together, taken barely a week before her parents perished in a horrible car accident. Her baby sister, Amanda, had been at home with her that evening. Emma had volunteered to baby sit while her parents had gone out to celebrate their seventeenth wedding anniversary.

  Sensing Mike’s thoughts might be going in the wrong direction, she felt she needed to assure him. “You can relax, Detective, it’s not what you think. I didn’t kidnap Amanda; she’s my sister. I was thirteen in that picture.”

  “I’d already guessed something like that. But you raised her as your daughter; does she know the truth?”

  Emma nodded. “She knows. We lived with an aunt for awhile after the death of our parents. When I married Richard, she came to live with us. I told her the truth when she was old enough to understand, but by that point she’d been calling me Mom for so long she couldn’t seem to break the habit.”

  “So, you and your husband never had kids?”

  “No.” But it hadn’t been for lack of trying. She’d wanted a baby so badly at one time that it had nearly destroyed their marriage. All the tests had turned up nothing but a low sperm count and then the countless procedures afterwards had ended in failure. After awhile she’d given up.