by Lexie Davis
He shoved a few logs into the hearth and worked on lighting them. Lauren glanced toward the windows, finally feeling the bite of the cold chill in the room. Reid still wore just his underwear and he didn’t seem to notice or care about the cold.
“Will you please put some clothes on? You’re making me shiver just looking at you.”
The fire crackled as he stoked it. When he turned to her, his eyes held her in place. This man was a complete stranger but he didn’t feel that way. There was definitely chemistry between them in a no-nonsense kind of way. She was worried about his well-being for crying out loud and he didn’t seem to have a care in the world.
“I really am fine.” He tugged at the blanket she clutched. “Unless you’re willing to offer some skin to skin contact. Then I may reconsider my options.”
She pulled the blanket off herself and wrapped it around his shoulders. “Sorry. A blanket will have to do.”
“That’s what I thought.”
She sat in front of the fireplace with him next to her. She’d slept in her parka, sweater and jeans. None of it helped to keep her from shivering.
“So we have no electricity or central heat?”
“No.” He glanced over at the windows. “I need to go outside and lock the shutters over the windows.”
“Not in your underwear, I hope.”
He grinned. “You’re obsessed with me in my underwear.”
“No. I think you’re crazy. It’s too cold.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. “There are plenty of ways to keep warm.”
He stared at her. She could claim indifference all she wanted, but he saw right through her. She wasn’t afraid of him—just the opposite. Despite all the thoughts rolling through her mind, she was wet for him and the realization shocked her.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want?”
She tried to feign ignorance. “I–I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’ve been staring at my cock all night.” He moved back, lying on the mattress without a care in the world. She swallowed hard, watching him as his gaze roamed over her body. “I’m willing to bet that underneath all those layers, that silky heaven between your thighs is wet for me.”
“You’re willing to bet, huh? Is that how you make your business deals? Betting?”
He ignored her comment. “I’m dying to know what you taste like. I’ve pictured you riding my face more than once in the short time you’ve been here.” The fire crackled behind her and the heat made her exposed skin flush. He stared, his eyes growing darker as each second passed. “Your pussy juice all over my lips. Your scent embedded in my senses. You have a perfect ass. It’d fit in my palms nicely while I eat you out.”
She squirmed and he smiled. Her pussy clenched at the picture he’d painted, the words he’d used. The bastard knew what he was doing. Lauren slipped her jacket off and tossed it to the side.
“Hot?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Uncomfortable.” She turned away from him.
“By all means, keep going if it makes you feel better.”
Lauren kept her attention on the pillow before her. “What makes you think I’m interested in you? So I stared at your cock. You paraded it around in front of a stranger. How could I not stare at it?”
He shifted on the mattress and against her better judgment, her eyes went to his crotch. He arched an eyebrow at her. She didn’t back down. They locked gazes for a moment.
“Tell me, are you bare or do you keep hair on your pussy?”
“Why would I tell you that?”
“I’ve got to keep the fantasy accurate. At least until I see the real thing.”
Lauren bit her lower lip instead of responding. She didn’t shy away from his boldness. She wanted to see if he had the balls to proceed. Was she crazy for contemplating giving in to him? People had one-night stands all the time. It would be so easy.
“I’m going with bare,” he said. “Your soft pussy lips are begging to be touched. Your hot, wet center is aching to be tasted. Admit it. You want my cock as much as it wants to be inside you.”
“Not interested,” she said without looking at him.
“You are interested. Every time your arousal becomes too much you squeeze your legs tighter, rubbing lightly as the ache builds.” He stared right at her pussy. “So cut the bullshit and take off your pants.”
Lauren glanced over at him. “And if I don’t?”
“You will.” He propped his head up on his arms, keeping his attention on her. “Women rarely turn down a man willing to bury his head between her thighs.”
Lauren scoffed. Her clit ached. He’d been right about that. If he didn’t relieve the pressure, she’d have to do something to take care of that ache. The fire was warm and a faint sheen of sweat had gathered on her skin.
“When you’re ready to ask for what you want, I’ll be over there.” He pointed toward the dark kitchen.
Standing, he kept his gaze on her while he pulled his boxer briefs down. He tossed them at her, hitting her right in the chest as he walked toward the kitchen. His tight ass made her mouth water.
More than once since they first met, she’d thought about how it’d feel to give in to his temptation and fuck him. They were strangers that would never see each other again. If it was good, great. She was a responsible adult. She could make the decision to fuck a man if she wanted to. If it was bad, then she never had to worry about him again. No strings. It sounded like the best idea in the world. She tossed his underwear aside, noting the warmth that still clung to them from his body. It sure was going to be one hell of a night.
If she survived.
Chapter Two
Reid poured himself some whiskey to take care of the ache rolling through his body. Damn, he wanted her naked. She was already in his bed and it only felt natural that they finish what they started.
He downed the glass and poured another. His cock hung heavy between his legs, semihard and waiting for her to give him the go-ahead. He didn’t know shit about her. She played indifferent, but there was a story behind that pain in her eyes. There was also mischief when he said something dirty to her. He wanted to explore that side of her. He wanted to know what made her tick and then push all her buttons.
“What makes you think I want anything from you?” Lauren asked. “I don’t know you.”
“But you want me.” He didn’t bother looking at her while he drank his whiskey.
“N-no I don’t.”
He turned toward her, holding his glass. Her gaze zeroed in on his cock. Again. “Then stop staring at my cock.”
“Put some pants on,” she countered.
“This is my cabin.” Grinning, he lifted his glass. “Besides, where would be the fun in that?”
Lauren moved back to the mattress. “You are an asshole.”
He held his glass toward her in a mock salute before sipping the amber liquid. She narrowed her eyes. The beauty looked like a prima donna. He normally stayed away from her type due to how desperate they were to get their greedy little hands in his deep pockets. Her hair was stylishly cut in layers. Probably a couple hundred dollars for that. She had polished black toenails that were undoubtedly professionally done. Her clothes were designer. She had expensive luggage. His guess was that she either had a boyfriend in the city or she lived off Daddy.
“What is it that you do?” he asked her.
“I’m a business analyst.”
He leaned against the cabinets, staring at her. Okay, he got that wrong. Beauty and brains. That was rare in his circle. She probably made a nice living for herself on her own. It also explained her hesitation.
“Are you any good at your job?”
She lay back against the pillows. “The best.”
That made him smile. She was as cocky as he was. He took a drink, enjoying t
he burn as he swallowed. He didn’t know how long the fucking snow would last. They’d probably try to dig themselves out tomorrow. He could only imagine her doing that in her designer heels.
“You look uncomfortable. Didn’t you bring pajamas or do you sleep in the nude?”
She laughed. “You’re desperate to see me naked.”
He sipped his drink. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
“Do you have no-strings sex often?”
“No.” He moved away from the counter. “I work. I lead a really dull life.”
She met his gaze. “You’re hardly a monk.”
He licked his lips. “I am a man. If time allows, I entertain the idea of a relationship. I’ve had a handful of one-night stands. They were all in college. Women think they can play me because I’m rich. They’re wrong.”
She sat up. “Have you ever been cheated on?”
“I have.” He sipped at his whiskey. “Is that why you’re here? Your boyfriend cheated on you?”
She glanced toward the fireplace. “With my sister. Had no remorse for it either. My sister is madly in love with him and as far as I’m concerned, she can have him. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too.”
“Was he a lousy lay?”
“Nope.” She met his gaze again. “Sex was pretty fucking good.”
No pressure. Reid drank the last of his liquor and set the glass on the end table by the couch. “Did you love him?”
“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I was enamored. I think we lived in two different worlds. I just chose only to see what I wanted to see.” She rubbed the area between her brows. “It’s so unlike me. I’m used to analyzing everything. This should have been glowing like a neon sign but it went on for nearly six months. I even found out that they weren’t using protection because she wanted to get pregnant with his baby.”
“They sound perfect for each other.”
She rolled her eyes. “You have no idea.”
He lay across the mattress, propping his head up with his arms while he stared at the fireplace. “So are we going to cut the bullshit? Are you going to take those jeans and panties off so I can lick you until you explode?”
She didn’t say anything for a moment. He thought he might need to push harder when she slid her hands down her stomach to her pants. His anticipation spiked as she slipped the button through its hole, undoing the top of her jeans before sliding the zipper down with ease. Her concentration never wavered. He watched as she lifted her hips and peeled the jeans down her legs, exposing her silky thighs to his eager gaze. Oh, hell yeah. Smooth skin. Skimpy black panties. She tossed the jeans to the side and spread her legs slightly.
“You’re right,” she commented. “I do feel more comfortable without jeans.”
“You’ll be even better without panties.”
She nodded. “Two can play your game.”
He arched an eyebrow. She liked to play with fire.
Hooking her fingers in her panties, she lay back and lifted her hips, tugging the scrap of fabric off her body. He watched as she revealed herself to him, lying back against the mattress with her bare slit showing. It would be so fucking easy to push her legs apart and eat her out. He entertained the idea while she lay there with her legs together, daring him to say something.
“What’s killing you more?” She nodded toward his cock. “Your arousal? Or the fact that you can’t touch me?”
“You’re playing with fire.”
She shook her head. “No.”
Spreading her legs so that he had a perfect view of her pussy, she met his gaze and licked her finger. God, he’d been fucking right. She was bare and she was wet. A tiny little ring dangled along her clitoral hood, and the sight of it made him harder. She had a labia piercing too. He watched as she rubbed her finger against her clit, never taking her eyes off him.
“This is playing with fire.”
“Sex is more fun with a partner.”
She laughed, dropping her head back against the pillows. “I do just fine on my own.”
Sweat dotted along his forehead. She was toying with him. He could feel bad about it, but instead, he decided to take what he wanted. Moving, he knelt between her legs and pushed her hand away from her clit. His big body forced her legs wider. When she didn’t say anything, he leaned in and licked her wet slit.
Lauren’s sigh as she combed her fingers in his hair was all that he needed to continue. He flicked his tongue along her clit, enjoying the tightening of her fingers in his hair too much. She may look sweet and innocent on the outside, but Lauren was a bad girl. He played with her piercing, glancing up as she squeezed her breasts together between her arms. Her head fell back, exposing her neck to his view. She looked as though she were caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.
Reid gripped her wrists and pushed them away from his head, pinning her to the mattress beside them. “You still want to play with your clit by yourself?”
“I’ll probably have to if you keep talking instead of finishing the job.”
He squeezed her wrists tighter. “Oh, sweetheart. Now I’m going to make you beg me for it. This hot little pussy is going to be mine before we’re through and when you go back to wherever the hell it is that you came from, you’re going to sit at your desk remembering what it feels like to have my cock inside you, the way my tongue makes you scream when I lick your cunt.”
Meeting his eyes, she challenged him with her gaze. “Not just an asshole, but a cocky asshole too.”
“You have no idea.” He moved slightly, pressing his knee against her center. She sucked in a breath as he rubbed it against her clit. Her moisture coated his skin, hinting at her desire.
He leaned over her, nipping at her earlobe. Whispering, he said, “I should spank you but I want to see the look on your face when you beg me to come.”
She was close. Her hips moved along his knee, rubbing her wet slit as she rocked against his leg. Instead of pulling away, he let her wrist go and fisted his hand in her sweater, pulling her upright.
She stared at him, her face flushed.
He brushed her hair from her face and tangled his fingers in the long brown locks. Tugging, he forced her head to the side so he could suck her pulse point. She grappled at his arms but he had her pinned to the mattress with ease. His arms rested over hers while his hand remained fisted in her hair. She was completely at his mercy and he fucking loved it.
“Tell me what you want.” His cock left a leaky trail of pre-come along her stomach as he pinned her down, keeping his knee against her pussy. Reid licked the side of her neck before lightly biting her, drawing a loud moan from her lips. “I want to hear the words.”
“I’m not begging you for anything.”
He reached between them and fondled her clit. A hiss escaped her lips. “You sure about that? You don’t want all eight inches of my dick inside your tight pussy?” He thrust two fingers inside her to accentuate his words. “Filling you over and over. Fucking your tight cunt until you can’t walk. How many times in life do you actually get what you want? I’ll give it to you, but you’ve got to beg me for it first.”
He withdrew his fingers and brought them to her lips. After tracing the outline with her juice, he leaned over her and kissed her. She melted against him. Her hands slid along his sides while he moved slightly to grab her legs and push them forward. He broke the contact long enough to lean down to lick her again. With all the defiance she threw at him, he’d determined the best way to handle her was to lick the attitude right out of her.
She gripped her calves, gasping and moaning as he held her thighs in place. He lapped at her cunt, shoving his tongue into her tiny hole before sucking on the plump pussy lips surrounding it. Each swipe of his tongue pushed her closer to climax. When she teetered on the edge, he pulled away.
“No!” She jerked to atten
tion. “Go back.”
He grinned at her. “Are you cooperating now?”
She stared at him as he dug his fingers in the backs of her thighs. “Lick me.”
“That sounds like a demand.”
Frustration showed on her face. The flush was from both arousal and the heat of the fire. She gave him a death stare and Reid returned it with a smile.
“I want you to lick my pussy. Please.”
“That’s better.” He leaned over her, putting his face in hers. “More groveling though.”
It was killing her and he loved it. Reid watched as she tried to move away from him and he pinned her with his weight.
“I’m waiting.”
“I can’t grovel on my back.”
“Try.”
Not backing down from the challenge, a fire burned bright in her eyes as he stared at her, waiting.
“I need your tongue inside me.” She squirmed. “I’m begging you to suck my clit and make me come. I want your mouth all over me. I want your cock inside me. Stop being an asshole and give it to me.”
He let a grin slip across his face. “I didn’t hear much remorse.”
She groaned her frustration. “I’m sorry for saying I could do better on my own. You’re pretty damn good at it. So will you please stop torturing me and just lick me already?”
Reid leaned down to kiss her stomach. She was so damn sexy in her sweater and jeans, those fucking booties drawing attention to her legs. He’d never suspect that underneath her well-put-together facade she had clit and labial piercings. Nor would he have guessed she was so damn sexual.
“Still sounds like a demand.” He kissed his way down to her pussy. Pulling her clit between his lips, he sucked it and let it go. He slid his fingers inside her and met her eyes. “Maybe I should come on your stomach and call it a night.”
She squeezed his wrists. “I’ll cut you in your sleep. You wanted me to tell you what I want. I did. I begged. I groveled. Now fucking hold up your end of the bargain.”
She lifted her hips to press her pussy against his lips. He laughed. How could he deny a plea like that? Scooping her ass into his hands he lifted her, switching their positions so that he lay on his back and she straddled his chest. She stared down at him, using his chest to hold herself up.