A Little Night Music

by Andrea Dale

  She reached out with one hand to pull his face closer, but he resisted. Instead, he stood and reached behind her to unsnap her bra and fling it; she was vaguely aware of it catching on a bedpost and dangling there. Pushing her back on the bed, he straddled her legs, the leather that covered his thighs cool against her heated skin. He leaned over and scraped his teeth across one of her nipples. At the same time, his fingers did similar things to her other breast. Lightning shot through her.

  Hannah squirmed her hips, clutching at his muscular shoulders, unable to move very far. God, she didn’t think she’d ever been so aroused. He was making her feel things she hadn’t thought her body was capable of.

  “Please,” she moaned, and he laughed softly again. The velvet sound of his voice wrapped around her, almost tangible in the pleasure it gave.

  Hannah arched up a little, brushing against his leather pants, gasping with triumph when his hands clenched convulsively. But he didn’t stop what he was doing, didn’t stop the scrape of his teeth, the tantalizing draw of his mouth. A sizzling line of fire was trailing from her breasts, down her body to her crotch.

  When it reached her clit, the dynamite went off. Hannah cried out, her eyes closing as pleasure exploded, her body fragmenting as the waves continued with each lazy pull of his lips.

  The fire slowly faded, the twitching subsiding.

  This had never happened before. What was he doing to her? She stared at him, gasping, astonished and drippingly aroused. If that’s how she reacted to him playing with her breasts, what was going to happen next?

  “Breathe,” he said again, placing a trail of sharp bites down the side of her neck. “I’ve only just gotten started with you. I wonder…”

  “What?” Hannah gasped. She looked up into his midnight blue eyes and felt herself falling.

  “I wonder how many times I can make you come tonight,” he said, and slid down between her legs.

  Before she had time to fully process the weight of what he’d said, he flicked his tongue against her nether lips. Instantly, the languorous feeling of satisfaction dissolved, sending her spiraling again towards pleasure.

  He traced the cleft between her thighs, easing away when she arched closer, teasingly light in the contact. Using his thumbs, he separated her folds, his tongue sampling the rich cream within. Hannah almost came unglued. He caressed her in maddening circles, tasting her everywhere except where she desperately needed him to be. Her hands clenched the soft comforter into mounds, her hips arching. His laugh rumbled against her, vibrating, sending waves of pleasure through her lower belly.

  But it always took her forever to come again this way….

  Then his tongue found the sensitive nub of secret flesh, swirling a slow caress across it.

  This time, she screamed.

  “Lie up across the bed,” Nate said after she stopped hyperventilating.

  “I can’t,” she said. “My legs don’t work anymore. I’m not entirely sure I even have legs.”

  “Oh, believe me, you do. Luscious, incredible legs. Legs that have been driving me wild all evening. I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around my neck.”

  Hannah whimpered. Her fantasy had escalated beyond her wildest imaginings. And never in any fantasy had she given him such complete control over her.

  Nate helped her lie back so her head was cradled by the fluffy white pillows. He stood on the bed over her, and she reached up for the laces of his leather pants. She sat up and pressed her face into the crotch, inhaling the scent of leather and feeling his erection press against her cheek. He watched her intently as she fumbled with the knot, his breathing rapid. The fabric parted, and she saw that he wasn’t wearing underwear.

  Hannah leaned back, admiring, as he slowly peeled off the pants and tossed them away. She reached out a hand but he shook his head. Eventually she dragged her eyes away from his impressive cock and looked up. When she caught his gaze, he smiled.

  And did one of his famous leaps into the air.

  Hannah shrieked, instinctively stiffening, half-expecting him to land on her. But he bounced on the bed with his hands and knees on either side of her, laughing at her fear. Before she could react, he kissed her, his mouth possessive, allowing no room for any coherent thought. She tasted herself on his tongue, a mixture of his mouth and her juices.

  “I was right,” he said when he drew away. “Intoxicating.”

  His tongue began a maddening exploration of her neck while his hand trailed down over her body. He pinched her nipple; paused to cup the curve of her hip; slid lower. Her hips flexed as he dipped a finger inside her, then drew it back out.

  His hand moved back down, toying at her outer lips until she thought she’d have to…well, do something drastic…before, finally, he drove it inside of her.

  His fingers, so talented on the keyboard, proved their talent here. They thrust to the rhythm of her heartbeat, slow at first, and then quickening as her passion mounted. Hannah clutched his shoulders, her fingers digging into the muscle. He was her lifeline and her tormentor and she loved every second of it.

  “You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” he growled, when the last quivers of her pleasure faded away.

  “Not a clue,” she said, gasping for breath. Her hand closed around him, enjoying the feel of smooth skin wrapped around his iron length. She explored with her fingers, rubbing the droplet at the tip of his cock with her thumb. She watched his face, seeing the clenching of his jaw when she teased his sac with her nails.

  He rolled away abruptly, reaching to open the nightstand drawer. A foil packet was tossed to the floor as he quickly rolled the condom on. He positioned himself between her thighs, his hand sliding along her body. He cupped her ass and Hannah lifted her legs, pulling them back so that they rested on his shoulders. She was completely open to him.

  “Oh yes,” he murmured. “Wrapped around my neck. Yes.” His pupils were so large that his eyes looked black with desire.

  He rested the head of his cock at her slick entrance. Hannah tried to wiggle her hips, tried to take more of him in, but she was in no position to move very far. Her stockinged legs skidded along his shoulders.

  “How many was that?” Nate asked. The roughness of his voice gave away just how slender his control was. He rested on his hands, gazing down at her from a matter of inches. The look in his eyes was pure heat.

  “How many what?” Hannah demanded, frustrated.

  His teeth flashed white in his grin. “How many times have you come so far? Weren’t you keeping count? Don’t tell me we have to start over.”

  Hannah took a deep breath to scream “Aaaargh!’, but the sound was choked off when he thrust into her. He filled her, and she molded around him.

  God, but he felt exquisite inside her.

  That was her last coherent thought as he moved hard and fast. Clutching at his arms, feeling the rigid muscle of his biceps beneath her palms, Hannah let herself be swept away by sensation. His weight pushed her into the bed, the rocking of his hips sweeping her along a path of pure sensation.

  Then she felt his muscles tighten, felt him tense, and she urged him on, feeling him swell just before he came. The last frantic thrust triggered her yet again.

  Nate collapsed on top of her, keeping just enough weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her. His breath was hot against her shoulder, his hair tickling her skin. Finally, he rolled to one side, dragging her with him and draping a leg over hers.

  “It’s really hard to count,” she said. She gave in to her inclination to nuzzle the skin of his jaw, to breathe deeply of his scent, all warm and clean and male.

  “Hmm?”

  “Well, I mean, was that a whole bunch of orgasms, or was it one long one with a bunch of peaks?” She waved one hand vaguely in a peaks-and-valleys-type motion. She was vaguely surprised she had the energy left to lift a hand.

  Nate opened one eye. He trailed one hand down her side to the damp cleft between her thighs. “If you don’t hush,” he threatene
d, “I’ll keep going until you pass out.” To prove his point, one finger slid slowly inside of her.

  Oh dear lord…

  *

  Hannah woke the next morning with sunshine in her eyes. It fell in a shimmering path through the window and across the bed. At some point they’d crawled under the covers and curled together in a warm, sated mass.

  Now she stretched, reacting in surprise when she realized Nate was no longer in the bed. His pillow bore an indentation of his head. She rolled over and buried her face in the pillowcase. It smelled like him, warm and intrinsically male. Reluctantly, she eased away from it and crawled out of the bed. Stupid bladder.

  With a wry grin, Hannah realized she was still wearing her stockings. She peeled them off and tossed them in the general direction of the rest of her clothing, which was scattered across the hardwood floor. She headed towards the door, then paused. His silk shirt lay at her feet. Biting her lip, she grabbed it and slid it on. It slithered around her, caressing her thighs, reminding her of his touch.

  Thankfully, the bathroom was attached to the bedroom; she didn’t have to go stumbling through the house to find it.

  She sat on the toilet, head in hands, and thought. Her work here was done. She’d fulfilled the promise she’d made to her seventeen-year-old self nine years ago. She’d had her night of passion with Nate Fox.

  And damn, it had been good. It had, in fact, exceeded her expectations. It had been the most mind-blowing, teeth-tingling, toe-curling sex of her life.

  Hannah washed her face and peered at herself in the mirror. Her hair was tousled, her natural curls beginning to spring to life. She found his comb and smoothed her hair the best she could. Hopefully, she would look sexy and not frizzy. She fully intended to put on her wrinkled suit and leave. She’d find Nate, give him a kiss to thank him for a wonderful evening, and ask him to call her a cab. She’d promised herself one night of passion. Now she’d gotten him out of her system, she could be his publicist without all the sexual tension getting in the way.

  But then she sniffed the air, and her stomach growled in response to the wafting odor of bacon. Like the enthusiastic dog in a Beggin’ Strips commercial, she followed the scent downstairs. She didn’t even bother removing his shirt.

  The house had retained its Victorian flavor, right down to the William Morris acanthus-leaf wallpaper. The traditional furniture added to its warm appeal. But the house didn’t look lived in. Hannah paused in the living room, glancing around for anything that seemed to be uniquely Nate, and found nothing.

  Following her nose, she found Nate in the kitchen. Here at last were the modern additions that made life bearable. Appliances and utensils reflected the best in cooking techniques, designed for style and ease of use. She took it all in with a brief glance before her gaze settled on Nate standing at the stove. He was wearing only an apron, and she was treated to a back view of the big bow framing his tight ass.

  Buns for breakfast, anyone?

  He must have heard her giggle, because he turned his head to look at her sideways. A tiny smile lifted his mouth, and his left eyebrow rose slightly. “Good morning,” he said.

  It was a snapshot straight from one of his videos, a moment she had drooled over repeatedly, hitting the VCR’s rewind button over and over again. Now, like a Pavlovian bimbo, her knees went weak in response.

  Oh this was not good. He was supposed to be out of her system.

  “Good morning,” she managed. “Nice, ah, apron.”

  “You think so?” He turned to show her the front view. It was embossed with big red lips and the words “Kiss the Cook.”

  Of course it was. Hannah fought the urge to laugh hysterically. Low blood sugar. Surely that was it.

  “You know,” Nate said, “I thought you couldn’t look sexier than you did in your underwear, but seeing you in my shirt…well, damn.” He removed the frying pan of bacon from the heat. Already on the table sat what looked like eggs Benedict and hash browns. That was all Hannah managed to notice before he covered the distance between them with quick strides and swept her up into a kiss.

  Chapter Four

  His hands gripped her bottom as he pulled her hard against him. She slipped her arms around him, enjoying the feel of smooth hard muscle beneath warm skin. She returned the kiss, sliding her tongue between his lips, losing herself in the sensation of his body against hers. Nate’s low growl of approval made her dizzy. She thought she was going to pass out because her heart and lungs just didn’t seem to want to work in tempo anymore.

  She hadn’t intended to get into another clinch, but his presence was just too intoxicating. Nate touched her, and everything but the thought of sex fled from her mind. And it wasn’t so much thought or mind that was involved, really. Just pure animalistic reaction.

  Nate picked her up and bodily carried her a few steps to the counter, swiping some dishes into the sink before depositing her on the granite surface. She yelped as her butt hit the cold counter.

  “Sorry,” he said. “Let me distract you.” His teeth grazed the side of her neck. His morning beard abraded her skin. She found it highly erotic. Her shirt fell away from one shoulder, and he nipped her collarbone. In response, she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hips were lean and hard between her thighs, and she slipped forward so that he pressed against her, only the cloth of the apron separating them. She was already wet with arousal.

  His hands slid up her sides and onto her breasts. He rubbed the silk over her nipples. When they hardened against his palms, he teased them with his fingers, and Hannah moaned. The mesmerizing sensation was sending slow waves of pleasure through her, all of them ending up in the spot pressed so tightly against his erection.

  Reaching up, she latched her hands onto the cupboard handles. Her breasts spilled out through the front of the half-buttoned shirt. Nate didn’t need any more invitation than that. His mouth captured one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. Hannah closed her eyes, her breath coming in short gasps. Each slow suckle pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She involuntarily moved her hips in a circular motion, giving in to her arousal. He was hard against her, and when she started grinding against him she felt his teeth clamp down. The flash of pain made her cry out.

  “Too much?” he gasped.

  “No,” she managed. Borderline, but not too much. The sharpness had intensified the need that pulsated in her clit.

  He drew back slightly and slid a hand between them. She moaned again as his fingers found her wet core. He moved his hand lazily, teasing, not bringing her over the edge like she craved. “I guess so,” he said, displaying his now-glistening fingers. He ran them across her lips, then kissed her again so they could both taste her arousal.

  Nate repeated the motion, dipping into her and this time tracing her moistness onto her nipples, then greedily sucking it off. The relentless attention to her breasts was bringing her close to a peak again, and she wondered if she would repeat last night’s incredible experience.

  She didn’t get a chance to find out. Nate continued to nuzzle her breasts as he pulled a condom from his apron pocket. A moment later, the head of his cock nestled at her slick entrance.

  She closed her eyes, but Nate’s husky “Look at me” caused her to open them again. They stared at each other as he slowly, steadily entered her, not breaking visual contact even when he was sheathed completely and deeply inside of her.

  Was he the one throbbing, or was she? She flexed her muscles and was gratified to hear him gasp. So she did it again. And again.

  He lost the staring contest. His eyes lost all focus as he began moving, plunging into her. Seconds later the world spiraled red as she came, and on the heels of that she heard him cry out as he did the same.

  For a moment they rested, her arms around his neck, his head on her shoulder and his breath rasping in her ear.

  Wow. Just…wow. She hadn’t made any plans beyond a one-night seduction. It thrilled her to know he was still so interested. Thrilled her�
��and scared her. She was in unplanned, uncharted territory now. She’d lost her chance to make a clean getaway.

  And she still had the photo shoot this afternoon. And after that, the tour and her job as his publicist. Oh yeah. Her job.

  “I’m sorry you had to wake up alone, but you were sleeping so peacefully,” he said. His eyes were the most mesmerizing blue. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. Room service.”

  “I think the kitchen service has sufficed just fine,” she said. Her mouth sought his in a long, slow kiss before she slid off the counter. Amazingly, her knees managed to hold her up. Her fingers still trembled when she tried to button the shirt. He pushed her hands away, deftly slipping the buttons into each hole. Oh my. Amazing sex, breakfast, and he was still coordinated enough to help her dress.

  She was in so much trouble.

  *

  Nate stood in the doorway and watched Hannah run lightly down the front steps to the waiting cab. Even though he knew he’d see her again in a few hours, at the photo shoot, he found himself missing her already.

  When the cab pulled away, he closed the door. He needed to shower and change as well before the shoot, but that could wait. First he wanted to check out a very strong hunch.

  He went into his study—a mess of papers in these final days of arrangements—and moved off the computer monitor a Post-it note reminder to call his accountant. A touch of the mouse and the Macintosh flared to life. A few keystrokes, a few Internet search queries, and his suspicions were confirmed.

  When he’d first kissed Hannah Montgomery, something had stirred in his memory. There was something about the way her mouth moved on his, about the way that her hands clenched in his hair that triggered a recollection that wasn’t quite fully formed. At the time, he’d been distracted enough not to pursue the niggling memory, but it had continued to burn in the back of his mind the whole night. Then, when he woke up this morning and gazed down on her in something akin to wonder, the memory had surged back to the forefront.

  In repose, with her hair sleep- and sex-tousled and her face mostly devoid of makeup, he’d caught a glimpse of what she’d looked like when she was younger.