Skin

by Karin Tabke

  She turned away from him, facing the bed. As she had done earlier, she dragged her fingers through her hair. She arched her back, her ass brushing the button fly of his jeans. She piled the heavy mass of her hair on top of her head, exposing her neck to Reese. She leaned back against his chest and wagged her fanny slowly back and forth against the hard rise in his jeans. She moaned softly, tilted her head back, and looked up to find Reese’s hard eyes staring down at her. She closed her eyes and softly thrust her breasts out against the warm air. She bit her bottom lip and angled her neck so that her jugular lay exposed.

  Her body lit up when she felt warmth engulf her from behind. Large hands slid down her back and Reese’s body pressed against hers. Relief, mingled with a profound sense of craving, filled her. His mouth seized her throat. Frankie cried out, arching hard against the air. His teeth scraped down her neck, his tongue bathing it in moist heat. His hands slid up her waist, ravenously capturing her breasts, his hips digging hard into her back.

  “Reese,” she moaned, wanting every inch of him to mark her. His right hand slid down her waist to her thigh, then up beneath her skirt, his fingers like branding irons against her skin. Her legs spread of their own accord and with no precursor his finger dipped into her waiting heat. “Oh, God,” she moaned, arching hard against his hand. Her body swelled and the sheer sensation of her body’s reaction nearly did her in. His teeth sunk deeper into her skin, and her body thrummed in immediate, desperate response. She couldn’t get enough of him. His left hand squeezed her breast rhythmically, his fingers teasing her nipple, his right middle finger fucking her hard, slow, and deep.

  An orgasm swept up from nowhere and shattered inside her, the quickness and velocity of it leaving her breathless. Her legs wobbled and when Reese slid his finger from her she cried out, “No, please, don’t stop.”

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Frankie?” he whispered against her ear. She arched hard, letting her body give the answer.

  “Say it, or I walk right now.”

  Her libido grappled with her inherent desire to be in control. Again words failed her, and when she didn’t say what she wanted he withdrew. “No!”

  He stopped.

  “Stay,” she whispered.

  He moved back, giving her his warmth. “Say it.”

  “I…want you.”

  “How?”

  “Inside me.”

  He turned her to face him.

  His eyes raked her face, making sure there were no doubts. She had none.

  He picked her up and carried her toward the bar as if she weighed an ounce, then perched her on the edge of the counter. He spread her thighs with his hands and reached up and pulled her panties down her thighs. When they tangled around her knees he cursed and snapped them in half, then tossed them to the floor. His dark eyes held hers and he yanked his belt undone, then with one hand he unbuttoned his fly.

  He pushed his pants and boxers down his thighs and Frankie gasped. His cock was rock hard and jutting proudly between them. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. He ripped the foil package with his teeth, spit the wrapper on the floor, then quickly rolled it on.

  Reese pulled Frankie closer to the edge of the counter, closer to him. His jaw clenched and his eyes bore hot. Frankie slid her legs around his waist and he didn’t waste one precious moment. He speared her and Frankie thought she’d died and gone to heaven. The full heat of him filled her to capacity and an incredible wave of emotion rolled through her. It was quickly replaced with the beginnings of an orgasm.

  Her chest hurt and her breath came hard and forced, like she was drowning in a sea of erotically charged sensations. Reese inside her made her feel things she’d never felt before and for one panicked moment she was terrified. How could she let something this good go? Would she be able to or be reduced to one of those pathetic piles of female mush? It was too late now to think about it. She’d committed, and she would ride this wild ride with Reese as long as she could.

  Slipping an arm around her, Reese pulled her closer, as if that was even possible. “Is that what you wanted, Frankie?”

  “More,” she demanded.

  And more he gave her.

  The temperature in the room had been warm to begin with, but now, in such close proximity and with her elevated blood pressure, the room felt tropical. Her lips suddenly dry, she licked them.

  Reese’s low growl close to her ear caused her blood to heat hotter.

  His lips touched the base of her neck, the contact sending shivers racing across her skin. The contrasting heat and chill stimulated her higher. His hips thrust in and out, the pace frantic. Their bodies became damp with sweat, their skin sluicing sensuously back and forth, the friction almost unbearable.

  Frankie hung on to his shoulders as he rocked her into an earth-shattering orgasm. She cried out his name, digging her nails into his back, wanting the intense feeling to crest over and over. Her body jerked against his and for the briefest of moments she felt suspended in the air, her nerve endings sizzling to the point of combustion. She opened her eyes and gasped. Reese’s blue eyes had turned dark and stormy, the planes of his face rigid in desire. He slid a hand around her neck and pulled her up to his lips, and as his mouth took hers, his hips rocked hard into her and he came in a wild burst of energy.

  Their wild undulation slowed, their hot, heavy breaths mingling with their sweat-soaked skin, cooling their overheated bodies.

  Still inside of her, Reese pulled Frankie from the counter. With her arms and legs around him, he walked carefully with her in his arms to the bed. Then he flung her onto it. She screamed, the sudden loss of his body and heat shocking her system.

  She lay sprawled on the bed, still in her heels.

  Reese’s chest heaved as he gasped for more air. The sight of Frankie’s lush rosy body sprawled out on the bed in those mile-high heels sent his libido back to Go. Her skirt was hiked up just enough that he could see her pouty pussy lips, swollen and moist from him. He’d never wanted a woman again so fast. Hell, ever.

  “It’s hot in here,” she murmured.

  He pulled his jeans up and buttoned them.

  “Where are you going?” Frankie quietly asked.

  “I’ll be right back,” he softly said, then left the room. Ice. He needed to cool down and he had a dozen different ways he wanted to cool Frankie’s sweltering skin down before he heated her up again. Reason intruded. They needed to sleep, then get on the road.

  For a long minute Reese stood with the ice bucket in his hands, daydreaming of all of the ways he could cool her off.

  “Shit!”

  When Reese returned a few minutes later, Frankie lay reclined against the pillows. From the steady rise and fall of her chest, he could see her breathing had returned to normal. His pulse still raced. He didn’t question his flash of anger when he walked into the room earlier and saw Jase touching her. He didn’t bother to dig further inside himself and ask why for the first time in his life he felt the sharp prick of jealousy. He didn’t bother to unravel the reasons his dick was constantly hard when he thought of Francesca Donatello.

  No, instead he was a man of action, one who seized the moment. And he was going to seize every moment with the sultry siren lying on the bed before him while he could.

  But not tonight.

  He poured her a glass of ice water and handed it to her. He deliberately stood next to the bed, not trusting himself to go near her.

  Frankie closed her eyes and took a long drink.

  “Sorry about your panties.”

  Frankie’s eyes opened and she handed him back the glass, a slow smile sliding across her lips. “I can get more.”

  Reese set the glass down on the nightstand. Frankie cocked a brow before moving over, allowing him room on the bed. “I won’t bite you, Reese.”

  He kicked off his boots and stiffly lay down beside her. “We broke our rules,” he said.

  She smiled at him and resisted the urge to snuggle into the c
rook of his shoulder. “Rules schmules.”

  Reese chuckled and looked over at her. “And here I thought you were a nice girl.”

  “Ha, my nice-girl days are history.”

  “Nice girls are overrated anyway.” Reese pulled her against his side, his long arm encircling her. He settled back into the pillows and closed his eyes. Frankie lay quiet, enjoying the way her body still pulsed, Reese’s scent lingering between them, hers mixing with it, creating a sexy musk.

  “Get some sleep,” Reese said, his voice heavy with fatigue.

  For long moments she lay quiet, contemplative, content, her cheek pressed against Reese’s chest, the dull, steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing. Soon his slow, steady breaths told her he was asleep. Typical.

  She yawned and thought about his last words. Nice was overrated. If she played cutthroat like her father, she’d be well ahead in the game.

  Her brows drew together in a scowl. Look what playing nice had gotten her. Shot at, almost run over, her house trashed, and a handful of wiseguys looking for her.

  She fought back another yawn. Her body still twitched from the orgasm deluge. She stretched, her long legs sliding against Reese’s longer ones. She thought that having him would end her ache, but…now she wanted more.

  Hmm, how to get it?

  As much as she wanted to linger in his arms in the aftermath of their sex, she slipped from the bed. She’d prove to Reese there was no moss growing on her either.

  Reese woke to an empty bed. He scanned the room and found it empty. He bolted upright, the tangled sheets twisting around his legs, hampering his movement. He flung off the offending things and in a handful of strides stood before the closed door to the other bedroom. “I’m going to kill you, Francesca Donatello.” He pushed open the door to the separate bedroom and stopped short at the threshold.

  She lay sprawled in all of her naked glory, the white sheets twisted around her hips and through her legs. He took a minute to admire the honey-gold skin and the lush lines of her body. She had great tits, a tight ass, and lots of curves. Like a young Sophia Loren. His dick tingled. She surprised him last night, and she surprised him more now.

  Why did it bother him to find Frankie gone from his bed? Had she had enough of him?

  It occurred to him that this was what he always wanted the morning after. Solitude. No awkward morning-after conversation. No awkward lies about calling or getting together again. No tears or demands. He woke up and took off. It was what he did. But this time awkwardness be damned.

  He contemplated her choice to wake up alone. He wanted her again. Now. Would she resent him intruding into her space? Her bed? He’d always made it a point not to bring a woman home to his place, that way he could just leave. There had been a few times when that didn’t work out and he had to make coffee the next morning, always finding an excuse to send the flavor of the night on her way with a cup to go.

  He didn’t like morning-after sex. It said “I still want you.” He didn’t want anyone. His dick swelled. That may have been before, but right now he wanted Frankie again, and maybe even later.

  He glanced at the illuminated clock on the nightstand: 5:03 a.m. Maybe a few minutes. He’d wake her up slow.

  His body tightened as she moaned and stretched. He watched, mesmerized, as her nipples hardened before his eyes. Her soft moans grew louder, and he wondered what she was dreaming. She bit her bottom lip. He smiled and stepped closer, his body heat rising. The sheet hid her hand, but from the movement of the fabric he knew she was bringing herself to orgasm. He stepped closer and stood at the side of the bed.

  He bent over, and just to help her along, he lightly tugged at the sheet. He smiled, his dick filling to capacity as her hand rubbing her clit came into full view. He liked the way her pussy looked. Her soft, dark hair was curled in moisture. Her long fingers swept rhythmically against her mound, and her hips pushed up toward the air. Her moans grew louder, more demanding, her thighs parted slightly, exposing her soft, pink lips.

  His dick bucked against his jeans, and Reese couldn’t ignore the pressure any longer. He unzipped his jeans and, following Frankie’s lead, took matters into his own hands. His body lurched against the pressure as he wrapped his fingers around his dick, imagining they were Frankie’s instead. He watched her face, the way her eyebrows drew together in concentration, the way her tits bobbed up and down with the rapid movement of her hand.

  He pumped faster, the full force of his erection driving his rhythm. Frankie arched her head back, exposing the long column of her neck, her mouth open as she panted. He increased the momentum of his hand, squeezing tighter, wanting to bury himself deep into that pink glistening pussy of hers.

  The sight of her turning herself on was wildly erotic to him. While he’d seen women do it before, none had done it so beautifully, so sexily as Frankie. His breath grew shorter, hotter, louder, hers mirrored his. Her fingers raced faster across her hard clit, the nub standing to full attention, a miniversion of his dick.

  The urge to bend down and press his mouth to her hot mound nearly overcame him. He resisted. He wanted to see her come.

  Frankie’s body arched and she cried out. The sound of his name sent jolts of erotic electricity through him. He watched her hips buck and writhe as each wave of the orgasm ripped through her.

  Reese resisted the urge to bring himself to orgasm. He stood still, rooted to the floor, and waited.

  Frankie’s eyes fluttered open. As she focused on his, they widened. Instinctively she grabbed for the sheet.

  “No,” Reese whispered, “don’t.”

  She halted her attempt to hide herself from his eyes but the flush on her skin told him she was embarrassed.

  “That was beautiful.”

  She closed her eyes for a moment, then reopened them, this time a flash of mischief lurking behind the hazel depths.

  Her hands slid up her waist to her breasts, her hands cupping them. Generous portions swelled around her fingers. Her nipples peeked through. She squeezed and her hips responded, and so did Reese’s hand still wrapped around his dick.

  Her eyes locked with his. The tip of her pink tongue slid sexily across her lips. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, her right hand sliding down her belly to her pink glistening lips. She spread her thighs and spread her lips.

  Reese shucked his clothes, then knelt on the bed, the musky scent of her sex wafting up to him. His nostrils twitched, the scent of his mate close.

  He knew she felt the pressure of his weight on the mattress and she did nothing to stop him. He continued to stroke himself, his dick so full it hurt. He wanted to taste her again, to bury himself deep within her and ride her over one orgasm, then into another.

  He loved her shyness, then the boldness she showed when she understood her sexuality. That it was okay to make yourself feel good and all the better when you could enhance another person’s pleasure.

  Unable to resist tasting her, Reese dipped his head toward her hips. Waves of sultry heat hit him in the face, her scent stronger. Her thighs parted further, and the heat of his breath reverberated off her thighs.

  At the juncture of her thigh and pussy he bit her, taking her flesh and juices into his mouth, then sucking. Her hips jolted, and his lips traveled closer to the core of her. “You smell so sexy,” he murmured against her swollen lips. “I want to eat you for breakfast.” Like he was licking jam from a warm biscuit, his tongue laved the deep rivet that made her a woman. Strawberry-colored swells of her flesh glistened beneath his lips and gently he sucked the twins into his mouth, his tongue swirling, savoring the delicacy that was her.

  Her cries of shock and pleasure drove him on. His hips pumped the air, his dick heavy with want. He wanted her hand wrapped around his cock while his face was buried between her legs.

  Her hips jerked against him and she opened wider, giving her all to him. As she moved her hands back up to her breasts, one touched his dick. Reese pressed against her. “Take me, Frankie,” he hoarse
ly said against her. She slid her fingers down the shaft of his cock, then slowly wrapped her fingers around him. His body shuddered and he groaned, pressing hotly into her hand.

  Her hips responded, as did her hand. In a long, slow sequence she pumped him. Voraciously he licked and sucked her pussy. Frankie moaned, and her fist tightened around him. He felt her body flush hot, so close. He slowed his momentum. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, and he steeled himself. He was so close to total explosion, but he wanted to last longer, give Frankie more pleasure, hear her call his name again as she came.

  In slow, sensuous swirls, his tongue played with her clit, her thighs strained against his hands. The feast pushing them both to the brink. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and sliding a finger into her hot, wet depths.

  “Ah, God, Reese, that feels so —” Her cry of pleasure, combined with his moans of want, the slurping of her juices, and the slap of his balls against his thighs sent him reeling.

  When she licked the head of his cock, his earth moved.

  His body jerked against her mouth, and this time when he took her clit into his mouth, Frankie’s body shuttered against his mouth. “Reese,” she cried out, and the vibration of her orgasm hummed through him.

  Her soft breath against the head of his cock was all he needed. He groaned and jerked hard as she milked him in a slow, sensuous pump. In a wild release he came, his seed coating the high curve of her breasts. Her hands continued a low slide up and down his shaft to the head of his dick, his semen adding lubrication, until there was nothing left in him. He collapsed on the bed next to her.

  For several long minutes the only sound in the room was their labored breathing.