The Artist's Provocateur: Serano Brothers Novel, Book 3

by L. J. Fine

  Breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth down her neck, licking and gently biting as he went until he replaced his fingers on her breasts with his tongue. Her body bowed off the blanket as he sucked her nipple into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Pulling back, he blew on her skin, teasing her now stiff nubbin before taking it back into his mouth. His eyes never left hers as he moved to her other breast to repeat the same torture. Her fingers wove into his hair, trying to keep him in place as she moved against him. When his teeth raked across her nipple she groaned, and her eyes drifted shut.

  "So sensitive, baby. I could make you come just like this, couldn't I?" The low vibrations of his voice hummed along her skin and she whimpered. He flashed her a wicked smile and placed one last lingering kiss to both of her nipples before rising to his knees between her legs. Reaching back, he fisted the material of his Henley and tugged it over his head, tussling his dark hair as he pulled it free. Marie lay beneath him, mesmerized by the firelight dancing across his body and the play of muscle in his side and arm as he ran a hand through his hair to push it back from his face. This man was truly a pure work of art, so tactile and alive.

  "Can I touch you?" The words surprised her as they left her mouth. But she could admit to herself that she had wanted to explore him with her hands since that first night he had opened his door to her half naked. Hell, maybe a part of her had wanted this since high school.

  The light of the fire flickered in his eyes as he moved over her once more to place a soft kiss on her lips. "You can do whatever you want. As long as I get to touch you back."

  "Good." Smiling, she kissed him back and then pushed him over onto his back so that she straddled his hips with her thighs. "I want you to. But I get to go first."

  "I'm good with that," he said, stretching out beneath her.

  Slowly, she moved over him, rubbing her breasts against his hard chest and shivering as the rough hairs there abraded her nipples. Their mouths met in a slow, exploratory kiss as she threaded her fingers through his and brought his arms up over his head. The light pressure she put on his wrists was a command to stay still that he obeyed as she trailed her fingers down his vein-roped forearms. His skin felt soft over the hard, lean muscle of his arms, and when she got to the tops of his shoulders, she broke the kiss and moved her lips down his neck. More rough, prickly hair of his five o'clock shadow greeted her and when he swallowed, she followed the bob of his throat with her tongue. The sweet-salty flavor of his skin went to her head and she couldn't wait to find out what the rest of him tasted like.

  Teeth gently scraping along his collar bone, she moved her hands lower, over his pecs, down his washboard stomach and back up. Her thumbs found his nipples as her mouth moved in biting kisses down the center of his chest. Glancing up at him, she found his eyes trained on her, watching and anticipating her every move. Never taking her eyes from his, she licked his nipple before scraping her thumbnail over the raised nubbin. He hissed, and she watched as his eyelids dropped to half-mast.

  She moved to his other nipple and bit down. His hips jerked up into hers as his hand moved through her hair to pull her away. "I thought you only wanted to touch me."

  The deep gravel in his voice made her smile. "You said I could do whatever I wanted, and I didn't say I would touch you with only my hands. Looks like you're a little sensitive too, huh?"

  When she took his nipple back into her mouth, he groaned but the hand in her hair made no move to pull her off. Her own hand slid downward as she moved her body upward to press her full breasts against his chest. His tongue came out to wet his lower lip when she popped the button of his jeans open. The zipper soon followed, and she took that full lower lip into her mouth.

  "I wanna feel how hard you are for me, Adam," she murmured against his lips as her hand moved beneath his jeans and into his underwear, finding him hot and thick in her palm. "This is how I wanted to touch you. Everywhere."

  With his right hand, he pulled her down to him to take her mouth while his left hand covered hers to tighten her grip on his cock. "Do you feel that?" he asked dragging her hand up and down his length. "All of it is for you."

  She let him control their movements, loving his aggression as he forced her to grip him harder than she would ever have dared to on her own. On one pass upward, she rubbed her thumb along the slit at his tip and his whole body jerked beneath her. And that fast, he pulled her hand away and flipped them so that their positions were reversed with her once again on her back.

  "You keep doing that, you're gonna make me come way too soon," he said moving her hands above her head, mirroring the position she put him in earlier. He smiled down at her. "My turn."

  The notion that she could cause Adam's control to slip, seasoned lover that he was, even for a moment, made her a little high. She really was full of surprises tonight. Up until this point, she never would have guessed that she possessed what it took to seduce a man like him, and right now it felt like she was glowing from the inside out. But then, he cupped her breasts in his hands and started playing with her nipples, and she became acutely aware of the ache he created in her pussy.

  As though he could read her mind, his hands moved lower to span her rib cage, then her waist, then met in the middle to open her jeans. His gaze slowly dragged up her body, pausing on her heavy breasts, then finally meeting her eyes. Licking his lips, he slid one hand into her panties, middle finger seeking and finding her clit to rub in steady circles. Her eyes drifted closed as she hummed, legs opening wide to wrap around his waist, and her hands clenched into fists above her head.

  "Does it feel good?" He asked and she moaned, nodding her head without opening her eyes when his fingers started to move faster. "How 'bout when I do this?"

  Two long fingers moved down her slit to rim her opening once before pushing inside. Her lips parted, but no words would come as she pulsed her hips in time to the steady thrusting of his fingers. He hooked his fingers inside her and began pushing up against the most intense and sensitive bundle of nerves she had ever felt. Then he added his thumb to rub her clit and she whimpered. His hands were fucking magic.

  She felt the air move as he shifted above her then came his deep, sinful voice in her ear. "Come for me. Fuck my fingers just like that and come for me, Marie."

  As her pleasure pushed her to the edge, she opened her eyes. His face was right there, dark eyes drinking in her body, her reaction to his touch. The hunger she saw there did her in. Her orgasm rocked her, pulsing outward from where he finger-fucked her and through the rest of her body, tingling through her breasts making her nipples impossibly harder. Her breath came in hard pants and he stayed with her, pushing her through it.

  Once her body stilled, he pulled his fingers free and brought them to his mouth. She watched in awe as he sucked her cream from his skin, his eyes locked on hers. If her cheeks weren't already a deep shade of pink from how hard he had made her come, she knew she would have blushed. Especially when he growled at her flavor and bent his head to bring his lips to hers.

  "I love the way you taste. Lemme show you." He took her mouth slowly, deliberately and she tasted herself on his tongue. The sweetness of her flavor mixed with the heat of him made her light-headed.

  She let out a mewl of protest when he pulled away, but that wicked smile of his returned as he moved down her body. Sitting up slightly to brace her weight on her elbows, she watched as he began untying one of her boots. Now that all the blood had stopped rushing through her ears, she realized that she could no longer hear the tapping of sleet against the windows.

  "I think the rain stopped. We don't have to wait around here anymore. It's probably safe to drive home now." His head had been bent as he focused on the task of untying her other boot, lifted at her words.

  "If you think I have any desire at all to leave right now, you're delusional." He tugged her boots off then hooked his fingers into the waist of her jeans. "I'm not even close to being done with you yet."

  Laughing, she lifted her hips f
or him as he pulled her jeans and panties from her in one swift motion. "What if I'm done with you?"

  "Then I'll have to find a way to convince you to stay," he said digging a condom out of his back pocket. He brought it to his mouth to hold it between his teeth as he crawled back up her body and ran his hands along the insides of her thighs to spread them open for him. Her legs shook beneath his touch, and not from the cold. The chill left the room the moment his lips first touched hers, and the fire didn't have much to do with it.

  "You came prepared," she murmured, and her own words stirred up too many reasons as to why he would have a condom at hand in his back pocket. As quickly as they formed, those disturbing thoughts dissipated as she watched him pull his hard cock out into her view for the first time. Long and thick and straight, almost reaching his belly button, it was perfect and made her mouth water.

  Ripping the foil packet open with his teeth, he took the condom out and expertly rolled it over his length. He leaned over her to brace his weight on his elbows on either side of her and brought his lips to hers, his kiss carnal and drugging.

  "Maybe I was hoping that my new girlfriend would give it up to me eventually." He rocked his hips, driving his cock up the length of her slit and she gasped when the head rubbed against that sensitive button at the top, then slowly dragged back down. "And you are, baby. Giving it up so sweet. You make me so fucking hard for you."

  The evidence of his words poised at her opening, thick and ready. Scraping his teeth along her bottom lip, he pushed forward, steadily giving her a few inches before pulling back. Her breath caught as he pushed forward again, this time going a little deeper, letting her get used to him. He repeated this a few times until he bottomed out inside her, and she groaned at the feeling of fullness, moving her head to the side as she closed her eyes.

  His warm breath teased the delicate shell of her ear. "You're so tight, Marie. You feel so fucking good."

  "So do you," she breathed as he started to move and her hips arched to match his increasing rhythm. Spreading her legs wider, she clutched his shoulders and bit his neck just below his ear. "Fuck me deeper, Adam."

  Growling, he moved his hands to cup her ass and tilt her hips at a new angle, granting her request. The head of his dick hit that perfect bundle of nerves deep inside and she let out an unintelligible whimper. He pounded into her, repeatedly rubbing right where she needed him, squeezing her ass to keep her in place. His pelvic bone knocked against her clit with each of his thrusts as he fucked her, and she felt like she was about to lose her mind.

  "Don't stop. Don't stop," she begged. She could feel a deep, soul-wracking orgasm building and if he stopped before it hit, she might die.

  "I'm not gonna stop. Not until you come all over that cock." Her inner muscles fluttered at his words and he groaned. "Yeah, squeeze me like that again. Damn, your pussy feels so good."

  "Adam." His dirty words caused her pussy to dance around him again, and two more thrusts against her g-spot later she exploded over the edge. Her breath hitched in her throat, then stopped altogether, as the orgasm rocked her body and she trembled in his arms. A guttural groan escaped her when her breath returned, and the ebbing pleasure pulsed through her system.

  A few seconds later his orgasm followed, and he growled as he filled the condom. The aggressive sound caused aftershocks of pleasure and little gasps escaped as the waves rolled over her. She knew he felt it by the way he pulsed his hips into hers to draw the sensations out.

  Every one of her thoughts vacated her mind and she felt boneless, completely wrung out. It was the best she'd felt for a long, long time, and when he pulled out of her to lay beside her, another delicious shiver ran through her. She knew she had a goofy smile on her face, but she could do nothing to remove it. Didn't want to.

  They lay there for long moments staring at the ceiling and listening to the fire crackle beside them. After who knew how long, Adam's deep, sated voice filled the otherwise silent room.

  "I like watching you come." He turned to her and tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. "It's quiet, but the way you look, the way you writhe and claw at me. It's fucking intense and I'm probably gonna have marks on my back for a while."

  That's more than likely because she hadn't come that hard in longer than she cared to admit, if ever. He didn't need the ego boost, though, so she kept that little nugget to herself. She turned her head to look at him, their lips not an inch apart. "Do you care?"

  That wicked smile of his would haunt her dreams. "I love it."

  Snickering, she turned to look back up at the cracked and peeling ceiling. "I'm quiet, huh? Must be a nice change of pace for you, then."

  "You don't even know." He sighed and rolled onto his back. His next words came out quietly, almost pensive. "This whole experience is a nice change of pace for me."

  Had it been, though? Had anything they'd done been so different from his usual routine? Since he moved in beside her, he'd slept with more women than she could count, and rarely the same woman twice. As that realization sunk in, her dreamy afterglow left her in a hurry.

  This had been one of the stupidest mistakes she had ever made. Adam had just fucked her brains out. Her man-whore of an annoying as fuck neighbor, who probably would never let her hear the end of this. And she'd given into him so easily. She might have taken the time to face palm if she wasn't currently scrambling to find her clothes and pull them on.

  As her panic began to set in, his only response was to calmly rise to his elbows and watch her. "Now what's wrong with you?"

  At that point, she had her bra, underwear and jeans on, but that question stopped her mid-motion of tugging her sweater over her head.

  "Now what's wrong with me? As though I'm a constant spaz?" Maybe in recent weeks that might have been the case, but it all had the same root cause. She yanked her sweater on and went searching for her boots. "You know what? You're what's wrong with me. I must be losing my mind. You're making me lose my mind. What the hell am I even doing here?"

  "You were being all soft and sweet and completely fuckable," he said reaching for his pants and standing up to slowly drag them up over his hips. He left the button and zipper undone in that way that made her mouth water and she forced her gaze elsewhere. Shoes. She needed to find her other shoe. "I thought we were having a nice time."

  "I blame that on the sappy love story you told me," she said, finally locating her missing boot and bending to put it on. "That coupled with the rain beating outside and the cozy fire. My higher cognitive functions temporarily shut down. Don't worry, they're back online now."

  He chuckled and crowded her space once she stood back up. "Nah, darlin', it was just our chemistry, like I told you earlier. Who knew after years of neglect you could get so hot and make me come so hard?"

  His lips grazed hers and she almost gave in...again. Instead, she ducked away from him, picked up his shirt, and threw it at his chest where he caught it reflexively. "Ugh, you're disgusting."

  "Maybe." He shrugged with a smile. "But you like it that way."

  "I'm getting out of here. Maybe this place really is haunted. The ghosts of these lovers possess otherwise sane people and make them do crazy-as-fuck things. This whole experience has been like something out of The Twilight Zone, and I'm due back on Earth."

  "Keep telling yourself that," he called after her as she marched toward the door. "I'll see you at home, baby."

  The way he said home like that. Like they really were a couple, and this was completely normal behavior for them. "Not if I can help it," she called back.

  His deep laughter rang in her ears as she shut the door behind her, and she finally gave in to that face palm.

  CHAPTER SIX

  An insistent, rhythmic ringing buzzed in Marie's ear. Ring. Pause. Ring. Pause. Over and over, each time infiltrating her peaceful haze. Finally, it stopped, and she smiled, snuggling further into the softness around her. But then it started up again, the noise somehow louder this time, and the cloudy comfort en
compassing her slowly gave way to wakefulness.

  With an incoherent grumble, she rolled over in bed to snatch her ringing cell phone off her nightstand. When she saw Chloe's name flash up on her screen, she was tempted to ignore the call and roll over to try to get back to sleep. If it had been anyone other than Chloe, she might be able to get away with it too, but she knew that the ringing wouldn't stop until she answered the phone.

  "Go away," she rumbled into the phone after sliding her finger across the screen to answer it.

  "Are you still in bed? What the hell has been going on in your life that you're still in bed at 11:30 a.m.? I am severely missing some details that you've been neglecting to fill me in on." The declaration of the time of day got Marie to sit up more so than Chloe's stern voice.

  "I didn't realize it was so late. I had a...rough night last night." She had gotten home from that farmhouse in plenty of time for her to go to bed and get a decent night's sleep. The problem was that Adam, once again, kept her up most of the night. Not so much the man himself, but the memories of what they had been up to in that farmhouse kept her from sleeping soundly. She didn't know what would happen when she inevitably saw him next, and she had spent the majority of the wee hours running through all the scenarios in her mind.

  Why did she have to have meaningless sex with her next-door neighbor? Albeit, hot, raunchy, unforgettable sex. But oh, what a mess she had made.

  "Hmmm...does it have anything to do with the rumor flying around town that you and Mr. Adam Serano are a thing now?" Marie detected a hint of amusement in Chloe's tone, but while she was relieved that her friend wasn't truly angry with her, it did nothing to help with the anxiety turning her stomach into knots.

  "Oh, to hell with this town and everyone in it," she mumbled under her breath as she made to get up out of bed. Muscles she hadn't used in years protested the movement, adding insult to injury. "I would love to pretend like I don't know what you're talking about."