Whose Bed Is It Anyway?

by Natalie Anderson

  He moved, his weight falling heavier on her so she couldn’t escape and pretended to think about it for a moment, amusement lighting his eyes. ‘It has possibilities.’

  ‘You don’t trust me.’ Wasn’t that a surprise?

  He smiled, getting her annoyance and soothing it as he stroked the back of his fingers lightly down her neck. ‘Actually, I’d trust you on many things. But I always ask that a woman doesn’t kiss and tell.’

  She rolled her eyes. ‘You know you’re okay with me there.’

  ‘True.’

  ‘I don’t trust anyone about anything,’ she said. She’d never have unprotected sex. Truthfully she’d not had sex in a long time. Which had made Dominic’s accusations all the more hurtful.

  ‘You want me to sign a contract?’ he asked.

  She stared at the wickedness lurking in his eyes. She understood he had little to give her. Only the one thing she wanted. ‘I can handle a verbal.’

  ‘What are your terms?’ He lifted a hand, traced her features with a light, sensual finger.

  Caitlin drew a breath at the sparks such a small touch ignited. And she went for it. ‘Sex. Unlimited. No one else knows.’

  ‘Unlimited?’ His eyes kindled—darker, magnetic.

  ‘As often, as much, as you like while you’re in New York.’

  She felt his muscles tighten, his erection pressed harder against her.

  ‘What if you can’t keep up?’ he asked.

  She didn’t think that was likely. She’d never been so hot for a man.

  ‘You’re the one who has to keep up,’ she answered back. ‘I can just lie here if necessary.’

  ‘You won’t be just lying here.’ His hungry gaze roamed over her features. ‘Do you know what I haven’t had in a really, really long time?’ he asked.

  She shook her head.

  ‘Fun,’ he answered. ‘Simple, uncomplicated fun. Free and easy and filled with laughter.’ He bent and brushed his lips over hers. ‘Have you had that recently?’

  ‘Hell no.’ She half smiled. ‘I don’t want tortured and emotional,’ she whispered. ‘I don’t want pretend promises. I just want fun, too. I want to explore and enjoy and taste and then let go.’

  He lifted away again to watch her expression. ‘Is “letting go” going to be a problem?’

  ‘You think it would be?’ she asked. ‘What, you’re worried I’m going to start pestering you for a relationship?’

  He laughed at her horrified tone. ‘Sometimes women like to look into the future. I’m more a one day at a time person.’

  ‘I’m thinking one hour at a time,’ she said baldly. ‘No interest in thinking beyond that. So don’t worry, no wedding-bell fantasies going on in this head. I don’t want anything other than...’ She hesitated.

  ‘Sex.’

  She nodded. ‘I want an orgasm.’ Several in fact. Enough to last her the year. She hadn’t had an orgasm in ages.

  He laughed.

  ‘I’m serious,’ she said. ‘I’m still hot and bothered by that article. Seven times in one night? Was that for real?’

  ‘You want to find out?’ He shrugged. ‘You want to use me?’

  ‘Just for now.’ She nodded, then looked at him slyly. ‘You’re not going to hurt your heart, are you?’

  He shook his head.

  Of course not. She smiled at him. This was good. The negotiations were done. Agreement reached. Now she could just enjoy. ‘So we’re having a holiday fling.’

  ‘We are.’ He smiled back.

  She drew in a breath and released it slowly, luxuriating in the feeling of his body pressing against hers. But she didn’t want to just feel it. She wanted to see it—taste, touch and hear his passion too.

  In short, she wanted it all.

  And if this was a holiday fling, if this was just their deal—with no one else knowing—then there was no reason to hold back from asking for everything that she wanted.

  ‘It’s been so long since I’ve openly looked at a guy’s body and just appreciated it,’ she confessed.

  ‘You want to appreciate my body?’ His brows lifted.

  ‘Yes, please,’ she said bluntly. ‘I’d like to look at it. All of it. I want to sightsee.’ She licked her lips as he suddenly rolled from her and then stood up on the mattress.

  He towered above her, like a magnificent, living statue. ‘You want to reveal it yourself, or want me to strip for you?’

  ‘I’m quite liking the you stripping idea.’ She coyly looked up at him and shimmied back to sit in a huddle on the pillows and give him space to move. ‘How are your bad-boy stripper moves?’

  ‘Have you ever been to a strip bar?’

  She shook her head.

  ‘But women like eye candy.’ His smile was so devastating, so naughty. Who’d have thought he could do playboy so well?

  She laughed. Then drew a breath as he took a step back and lifted one side of his T-shirt, teasing her with a flash of flesh. Anticipation surged through her.

  He paused, angling his head in a total stud-man pose. ‘If I do this for you, there’ll be payback.’

  Excitement burned deeper. ‘What kind of payback?’

  ‘Really bad behaviour,’ he promised. ‘Demands.’

  He lifted his T-shirt again. She watched, unwilling and unable to speak. He pulled the thing over his head and carelessly tossed it to the side. Yeah, that was what she’d wanted, a chance to look her fill, freely and with all the time in the world. His chest was broad, sculpted, real. She could see the sheen of heat glistening on him, see the individual muscles flex and remain tense—strong.

  Slowly she looked from his face, to his shoulders and then down to where muscles tapered to slim hips and the trousers slung low. The front of his combats was taut. His hands went to his waistband, undoing the button with a teasingly slow hand. Caitlin tensed. He was getting to the good bit. He unfastened the next button, then rolled down the waistband—exposing skin.

  Oh my.

  Caitlin was entranced.

  And then he was naked. Commando man. Beautiful. A half-smile crossed his lips as he watched her avidly study him.

  ‘You better get ready,’ she murmured, rising to a seated position, so ready to pounce.

  ‘Yes, ma’am.’ He dropped to his knees and with a long hand he retrieved something from under the bed.

  Oh my. She stifled a squirm as she watched him tear the wrapper.

  ‘Brand-new box?’ she asked, husky.

  ‘Bought specially,’ he confirmed, glancing up to send her a searing look. ‘Don’t think badly of me.’

  ‘So long as you got more of that chocolate as well,’ she drawled, ‘I think you’re a genius.’

  He winked. ‘Life’s little essentials.’

  He rolled the condom down, looking up to watch her face as he finished. ‘You want me to touch you now?’

  Oh, hell yes. ‘I’m wondering what’s taking you so long.’ She just managed to maintain her totally fake air of sophisticated ease.

  ‘Well, I was thinking we should take this slow.’ Effortlessly he out-drawled her.

  ‘Slow?’ She gaped, with a start. She so didn’t want slow. She wanted to rut right about now. She wanted every last inch of him to be locked inside her. He was beautiful—all male strength and humour and edge and she was finally going to get some pleasure. Something just for her. Something nice when she’d not had anything nice in months. So the last thing she wanted was slow. He was hers to look at, hers to ride...right?

  ‘We have all day, all night and half the morning.’ He laughed, roughly. ‘I slide inside now and it’ll be all over. It’s been too long for me to hold on. I can’t make it that good for you. Better to go slow now, so I can be sure you’re satisfied before I—’

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sp; ‘You want to make sure I’m satisfied?’ She flushed as heat poured through her. Did he not get she was a whisper away from orgasm?

  ‘Uh-huh.’ He nodded. ‘I want to watch you come. Want to make you. Quick, hard, many, many times over.’

  Oh, mercy. Even at his words she was rocking her hips, wanting to be naked now. Grinning, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed again so she fell back on the bed. Too slowly he unbuttoned her dress—every little button—until he spread the halves wide and stared down at her. She quivered as she saw the appreciation and intent in his eyes. Thank heavens she’d put on her matching lace and silk. His fingers fisted in the fabric of her dress. She lifted her hips, so he could pull it out from underneath her. Clad in only her bra and knickers, she waited as he looked again—and she watched the signs of appreciation—excitement—affect his body. Tighten. Tighten more.

  ‘You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.’ He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh and bent to press a kiss along the path. ‘When we kissed this morning, I nearly came.’ His breath was hot on her skin, his words hotter. ‘Hadn’t done anything. You had me so loaded I had to stop before I embarrassed myself.’

  ‘That was why you stopped?’ She barely breathed.

  Pleasure swamped her as he nodded, a sheepish look crossing his face.

  ‘I wouldn’t have minded.’ She arched as his fingers teased nearer the leg line of her knickers. ‘I’d have enjoyed it.’

  ‘You’ll enjoy this more.’

  ‘My hero,’ she cooed.

  ‘You’re going to pay for that.’ He bent close, blew a small jet of warm air across her sex. She shivered, her inner muscles clenching.

  Slowly he inched her briefs from her body. His fingers caressing still, his lips teasing every so often.

  Not often enough.

  Caitlin arched, uncontrollably seeking more.

  ‘The thing I love most about the female body is its mystery.’ He swept his hands back up her leg and then higher, across her belly and up to her breasts. ‘All secret curves and damp spaces.’ He licked his lips as he undid her bra strap and released her full, tight breasts.

  ‘Mystery?’ Caitlin was struggling to keep up with the conversation as he touched her with those too light, too teasing strokes—everywhere and yet not exactly where she needed. ‘Are you telling me you have no clue?’

  ‘What do you think?’ His fingers slid right where she wanted them to go. His mouth followed.

  With a muffled groan she closed her eyes, arching her neck, her spine, her feet, as excitement washed over her in a tight spasm. A delicious precursor to the release she knew could be so close.

  Okay, he knew what he was doing.

  He raised his head and switched up the rhythm. ‘I mean I like to explore. It’s a never-ending fascination. How best to arouse you... How else...and for how long...’

  He’d only had to stand in front of her and she was aroused. Now she was burning. She arched her hips repeatedly, trying to get him to touch her again. There. Just as he had. She was so close. He teased her—knowing what she wanted. Giving her only half.

  ‘I’m halfway there in my head already, you know,’ she gasped, embarrassed at how wet and desperate she was. ‘It’s not all your doing.’

  ‘No?’ He laughed. ‘Then I better work harder.’

  No wonder he was good at his job. He put so much determined focus into the task at hand. His tongue moved in erotic circles. She wanted him inside her. That one teasing finger wasn’t enough. He fastened his mouth over her clit and sucked. Adding to the onslaught by caressing the nub with the tip of his tongue. His hands clamped hard on her hips so she couldn’t escape him. Her entire body tensed as orgasm approached. She heard the low sound of satisfaction deep in his throat as she shook in his arms—her legs spread wide, her hips bucking up to him. She cried out as sharp, piercing pleasure hit—quick and fierce and so, so good.

  She slumped, panting roughly, trying to regain control of herself—so she could push for more. She wanted more.

  Oh, she’d gone to heaven. This was intimate, raw and real...honest. And yet it was like a dream. A damn good one.

  He swept his hands possessively over her lower belly, looking his fill at her slick, ready sex. Then he moved his gaze higher, to her heavy, tight breasts. He smiled and lightly stroked his fingers upwards, over her ribcage until he struck the soft flesh. He changed position, to cup her breasts carefully. Then slid his thumbs nearer and nearer her painfully tight nipples.

  ‘Feeling better?’ he asked.

  She shook her head. ‘I want you. All of you.’ She wanted him inside her.

  But he just grinned and started all over again with the slow teases—the strokes, kisses, licks, nips. Building her tension, making her want. Until at last she writhed on the bed, like a restless wanton, helpless to subdue the sensations clamouring through her body.

  ‘How bad do you want it?’ he murmured.

  ‘As bad as you got.’ She panted. Defiant. Teasing. Because she heard the tension in his roughened voice, she saw the steely grit in his eyes. The determination.

  His grin quirked. His hands tightened around her wrists, preventing her from touching him. Preventing her from stopping him. Not that she had any thought of stopping him. He knelt above her, keeping his body out of reach of hers.

  ‘What is it you want?’ he asked.

  ‘You. All of you. Now.’ She was reduced to begging. ‘Please.’

  ‘Hmm.’ He pretended to ponder her request. But slowly lowered himself nearer. Almost near enough.

  ‘James.’ She ground out his name. ‘James, James, James.’

  He pushed forward, slowly filling her.

  ‘Hell,’ he growled. An edge of desperation sharpened it; his grip on her wrists tightened. ‘It’s been a while, Goldilocks.’

  ‘Ditto,’ she breathed. ‘And call me by my name.’ Defiant to the end, she demanded he feel this as intensely as she.

  He put on a puzzled face so she had to strain up and sharply nip his lip.

  He laughed. ‘Caitlin. Beautiful, fiery, funny Caitlin.’

  He shifted, pushing a fraction deeper. He gritted his teeth.

  She growled and lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips, pushing her heels on his butt to keep him close inside. So good. Too much. But she didn’t want to lose a moment of it. Didn’t want him to slide back even a millimetre. She strained her legs further around him, fiercely trying to clutch him closer. She moaned, wordless, unable to express how insanely good he felt filling her like this. He took every inch—and then some.

  ‘You going to let me move?’ he rasped as she locked even tighter around him.

  She shook her head.

  He chuckled, the tension in his face easing. ‘Too bad for you.’

  He, stronger than she, broke free of her hold. Withdrew. She gasped in disappointment. But then he slammed back into her and her groan came in ecstasy instead. He was hard, powerful, big. Now he thrust hard and fast. His hands still pinned her wrists so she couldn’t touch him. The dominance merely turned her on more. She liked being at his mercy, enjoyed the power she’d allowed inside her. And she let him pleasure her from the inside out—met him with every stroke. Until, so quickly, she sighed, letting herself go in his delicious rhythm.

  But then he stilled. Went slow, his movements teasingly uneven. His smile was almost malicious as he held her agonisingly on the precipice of orgasm.

  ‘Don’t you dare stop,’ she growled at him.

  His dark eyes pierced. ‘I want to watch you come again. I want to feel you clenching around me. I want to soak in your wet heat.’

  She gasped. His words alone heated her, but as he spoke he slowly rolled his hips, providing just enough friction to send her over.

  Her neck arched and she
squeezed her eyes shut as it hit. She cried out, her relief sounding raw, her fingers in tight fists, as spasms of delight shook through her. He stayed thrust deep inside, rocking in only the tiniest, most maddening way that maintained that pressure on her clit, so the sensations kept surging through her.

  Oh, he was good. Too good.

  She breathed fast, shallow, loud as she clawed her way back from the prolonged orgasm. Slowly she opened her eyes. It wasn’t enough. She wanted it wild. She wanted him wild.

  He looked it—with his face flushed, his eyes black, intent and trained on her, his jaw clamped shut. And his sex still slammed tight inside her.

  ‘Satisfied?’ she taunted breathlessly.

  ‘Not nearly.’ He bent and kissed her ferociously, his tongue circling in the cavern of her mouth. His invasion of her total.

  Slowly he withdrew his cock, then thrust again. He lifted his head fractionally so he could read her expression. She strained up to keep their lips in contact. She was building again already. So sensitive yet still aroused. Not completely satisfied because he’d not been satisfied. Another orgasm was yet possible. She wanted it. And she wanted it with him this time.

  ‘Demanding,’ he muttered.

  He’d felt her body tighten on him.

  ‘Is that a problem?’

  His eyes narrowed, more determined. ‘I like it.’ He moved again. ‘I like you.’ He kissed her ear lobe, tracing the whorl with his tongue before whispering, ‘I like being in you.’

  She angled her head as he kissed and sucked his way down the side of her neck. Helplessly she rocked her hips beneath him, cradling his, aching for him to simply screw them both to smithereens.

  ‘Show me how much,’ she asked. ‘Show me.’

  This time he didn’t stop. This time his breathing roughened along with his movements. This time he swore pithy and crude as he told her again how good she felt. How he couldn’t stop. How he wanted more. And he took more. Pushed for her absolute acceptance of him. Driving into her over and over and over.

  She moaned with every thrust. Louder, harder, faster, like the animal she was. He was almost as loud, feral and grunting as he fought to fill her—and fill his own needs. His lips parted, almost in a snarl as the pleasure sucked her under again and she screamed.