Wrecked (Blind Man's Alibi #1)

by Sarah Grimm

  Desperate to get closer, Emma reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it off. Her bra came next, landing on the floor at their feet. She didn’t have much up top, but it was enough to fill his palm as his hand left her ass to close over her breast.

  “God, yes,” he mumbled, his thumb slowly rubbing back and forth across her nipple.

  A shuddery breath escaped her.

  He dove back in. His lips met hers over and over in a kiss that had her stomach tumbling. She’d missed the taste of him and, wanting more, she caught his tongue between her teeth, and bit down lightly. His fingers clenched in her hair. Tugging her head back, he kissed her deeper as a groan rumbled from his throat. The sound shot through her, electrifying every cell in her body.

  As good as his mouth felt against hers, it felt a hundred times better fastened on her nipple. She breathed his name on a helpless whimper then arched her back, pressing her more firmly against his mouth as he licked and sucked her flesh. Her other breast got the same treatment until her head fell back against the door with a thud and her knees went weak.

  His mouth skimmed lower, kissing her ribs, her stomach. His beard brushed her skin, the touch almost as arousing as his mouth. He slipped his hands inside her pants and, with his palms brushing over her ass, stripped her jeans down her legs. She stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but her panties.

  In her most intimate fantasies, and there were quite a few that featured Joe, she’d never imagined this one. It was usually her on the floor and him standing mostly naked before her.

  He started a trail of kisses up her thigh, stopping to give the highly sensitive spot where leg met torso a lick before pressing his mouth to her fabric-covered mound. Already half gone, she panted his name.

  “Turn around, Sunshine.”

  Blood rushed through her veins and thundered in her ears. “What?”

  “Turn.”

  Emma did as he asked, resting her forearms against the door. With no idea what he had planned for her, she braced for anything. She expected the stroke of his fingers across her flesh. Instead, he gave her his mouth.

  “You are so damn pretty,” he breathed, then sank his teeth into the globe of her ass. Pain mixed with pleasure, and she sucked a desperate breath and whimpered. It turned to a groan as his tongue soothed tender flesh.

  She was wearing the same style panties as last night, the kind that left the lower half of her cheeks exposed. By the words of appreciation Joe continued to whisper, he liked what he saw. Her breathing grew unsteady, ragged, making her breasts brush the door with every breath she gulped. She startled when his hand replaced his mouth, fingertips caressing as his palm molded her shape. “So damn pretty.”

  He rose to his feet, his right hand smoothing up her side to palm her breast. The move brought him closer. His erection pressed against the cleft of her ass and a groan ripped from between her lips.

  “I haven’t been able to get your knickers out of my head.” The sound of his breathing fell around her. A tremor played in his voice. “Do you know how many times I’ve had a wank in the shower over them?”

  Dear God.

  “In the middle of sound check, the image of your ass slipped into my head and I was hard as a spike. I had to take a break for a tug. Thankfully, all I need to get off is to imagine you on your knees, lips around my cock as you take me to the back of your throat and suck me dry.”

  The cock he spoke of pulsed. The hand resting on her ass slid higher, over her hip and down, teasing over the front of her soaking wet panties. She squeezed her thighs together and shuddered, tilting her pelvis in an attempt to get him closer to where she needed him most.

  “Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Touch me.”

  “I am touching you, Sunshine. And you feel fucking amazing.” His finger was back, teasing her with the briefest flick before slipping away.

  “Joe!”

  “I’m thinking we should test your theory…see if my voice really is all you need.”

  “Don’t you fucking dare.”

  His laughter vibrated through her. The fingers slipped beneath the elastic waist of her panties and slid into her pubic hair. He teased and taunted her for a moment, then pressed the heel of his hand against her clit.

  Deep inside she was shaking. A shuddery breath escaped her. “You,” she gasped. “Inside me. Now.”

  “My fingers?” he asked, then slipped two deep inside her. “Or my cock?”

  She didn’t care, didn’t have enough in her to care. His naughty mouth had done its job and her orgasm was there, right there, just waiting to break free. All she needed was a little more pressure.

  She bucked her hips, forcing his fingers even deeper. The room spun as hammering need filled her. Like a woman crazed, she rocked back and forth, riding his hand. Her breathing hiccupped. Her body tightened. Light and dark exploded inside her and her pussy clenched.

  Desperate for his mouth, Emma reached back, fisted her hand in his hair and used her hold to bring his face to hers. She sucked his tongue into her mouth as greed drove her hips to a frenzied pace. Almost there, she was almost… Spots swam in front of her eyes and her body bucked as she exploded. The climax ripped through her, every muscle inside her pulling tight. Her body throbbed. Her blood roared in her ears.

  Joe continued to kiss her, slowly, softly, nothing like the feverish passion of a few moments ago. Aftershocks pulsed every few seconds, squeezing against his fingers. Her grip on his hair went lax as the pleasure faded.

  “Fuck, you are sweet,” he muttered against her lips and she released an embarrassed laugh. Then he slipped his hand from her panties and into his mouth and the feeling fled. The sharp bite of arousal returned, shocking her even more than the site of him licking his fingers clean.

  She wondered what she tasted like. Whatever it was, he was enjoying it. Turning to face him, she took hold of his wrist, and guiding his fingers to her mouth, found out for herself. “Mm, I taste good on your skin.”

  Immediately his eyes homed in on her mouth. His nostrils flared, his body went taut. “Fucking great if you ask me,” he said, his voice low and fierce. Then he picked her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom.

  April 11

  Today was the second time I spoke with Joe on the phone and I still struggle to wrap my mind around it. Why me? Out of all the women he has met in his life, what is it about me that keeps him coming back? I wish I knew the answer, but in the end it doesn’t matter. Because he does keep coming back to me, and talking to him brings a joy like I haven’t experienced in so very long. After years of always worrying about tomorrow, I am finally satisfied to just live in today.

  Okay, so the fact that today I got to hear Joe’s voice helped. Today’s conversation wasn’t much different from our last. Somehow, no matter how innocent they begin, our talks turn sexual. Call it pent up frustration or a natural part of his personality, whatever it is, it takes my breath away. Joe is damn good at dirty talk. Good enough to have me squirming. And when he says my name? My brain shuts off. God, if he ever talked to me like that in the flesh… I shiver just thinking about it. I’d most likely lose my damn mind.

  Seven days. It’s amazing how much can change in such a short amount of time. A week ago I was grieving the loss of a man I’d only just found. Feeling sad and alone and sorry for myself. Today I’m feeling content, a little bit horny, and a lot less lonely. All because of one man. One voice. And a connection I can’t explain.

  Number of days since I decided to live: 51

  Number of days since I met Joe: 8

  Current level of panic: 5/10

  EIGHT

  April 19

  Joe hoped like hell he didn’t drop Emma before they got to the bed. Between kissing her and sliding his hands over her ass, it was close. She wasn’t making it any easier on him, either. The one time he left her mouth long enough to keep from tripping over the chaise, she leaned in and bit his lower lip. Growling, his dipp
ed his head and kissed her again.

  At the side of the bed, he slowly let her slide down his body. She kept going until she sat on the edge of the mattress. A quick swipe of her hand pushed the pillows to the floor then she was working on the button fly of his jeans.

  He pushed her hands aside. “Not yet, Sunshine.” No, first he was going to peel her panties off and look his fill. Then he was going to part her thighs, bury his face in her curls and get a proper taste of her. He was starving for another taste of her. “Lie back.”

  Her eyes went glossy with arousal as she lowered her back to the bed.

  He hooked his fingers in the material at her hips, sliding her panties down and off before parting her legs. Fuck, she was beautiful. Pale blonde curls covered her mound, and he could see moisture gleaming there. She didn’t try to hide herself from his eyes, just lay back. “Don’t move.”

  Knowing once he had his taste of her there would be no slowing down, Joe left her long enough to dart into the bathroom. When he came out, he tossed the string of condoms onto the bed and sank to his knees before her.

  Cupping her ass, he pulled her closer to the edge and lowered his face until his mouth hovered just above her folds. Her scent enveloped him. He breathed it in with a groan.

  She wiggled, trying to get closer.

  He held her in place.

  “What are you waiting for?” she whispered, settling her hand on his head.

  Although he longed for her flavor on his tongue, he waited, making sure she felt his every breath against her core. Her legs shifted and her hips left the bed. The fingers in his hair fisted. When her body began to tremble uncontrollably, he knew she was ready. Pressing his face closer to her heat, he licked her.

  Satisfaction surged through him when her back arched off the bed and a whimper slipped from between her lips. Sweet, she was so sweet. He groaned as he repeated the action, covering her clit with his tongue, and slipping his middle finger inside of her. She whimpered again, but he didn’t stop. He kissed her, flicking his tongue against her clit in time with the stroke of his finger. When she began to thrash, he added another finger.

  Deep, slow strokes turned faster and harder as he worked her closer and closer to orgasm. Her body went taut, her thighs pressed tightly against his shoulders, and when he knew he had her right on the edge, he lightly clamped his teeth down on her clit.

  A scream worked its way up the back of her throat and broke loose as the orgasm hit her. Her stomach dipped, the muscles inside her contracted and clenched.

  Blood pounded in his cock, need screamed inside of him. His hands shook as he shucked his jeans and ripped a condom off the strip. Somehow he managed to roll it on without exploding, then crawled up the bed, pulling her with him. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he braced himself on his other elbow near her head. He pushed his fingers into her hair, the strands like silk against his palm as he settled the tip of his cock against her entrance.

  Face turned to the side and eyes closed, she didn’t move. Beneath him, her body pulsed.

  He pressed his lips against her cheek and groaned. “Put your legs around me and hold on.”

  Her legs circled his hips, the shift in position opening her wider and allowing him to dip inside. Through the thin barrier of the rubber he could feel her heat. It called to him, promising release. He pushed against her entrance and her nails dug into his shoulders. Fuck, she was tight. He retreated, then pressed in again, this time sinking a little farther. She arched against him, propping her heels on his ass, urging him deeper. As she closed around him, slick and hot, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt.

  Emma’s eyes opened, her gaze locked on his face. Sliding a hand into his hair, she pulled his head down and pressed her mouth to his. Held him there while she kissed him like she was starving for him.

  He pushed and retreated. Pushed deeper. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, her pussy tightened around his cock. She tore her lips away from his and stared up at him. “Harder.”

  That was it. That was all it took for his brain to shut off and his body to take over. He took her hard, took her deep. He caught her right leg behind the knee and pulled it up. Opening his line of sight so he could watch himself slip in and out of her. Harder and faster he drove, his climax bearing down on him. He was like a man possessed. Some part of his brain recognized it, even as he was helpless to do anything about it. His frenzied strokes pushed her body up the bed until she pressed her palms against the headboard to hold them in place.

  He dropped his head into her neck and inhaled her. His balls pulled tight. Fuck, he didn’t want to go without her.

  “Emma,” he growled, and that was all it took. She arched against him, crying out as her pussy clenched and tightened around him. His cock jerked, his balls pulled tighter and he lost himself to her, shuddering and shaking as he climaxed.

  It took a few minutes for Joe’s breathing to return to normal. He lifted his head and looked down at the woman he was still buried inside. Her eyes were closed, head tipped slightly away from his. She wore a soft smile on her face, a flush of color on her creamy, pale skin, and a hint of whisker burn on the tops of her breasts. She took his breath away. “Em?”

  Hands still pressed against the headboard, she stretched, flexing every muscle in her body, including the ones deep inside her. “Mm. I can say for certain that your sex growl is way hotter than your stage growl.”

  He choked a laugh. “Good to know.”

  Turning her head, she locked her turquoise eyes on him. “I’m never going to be able to watch you perform again without recalling that growl as you came inside me.”

  Christ, how was he supposed to resist her? “Do you always say what you’re thinking?”

  Her hands came down to frame his face and she kissed him softly. “Usually, yes. I don’t have much of a filter.”

  He liked that about her. He also liked the way she was touching him, tracing around his eyes, down his cheeks, like she was memorizing the shape of his face. She stuck the tip of her finger into the hair below his bottom lip, trailing her nail lightly back and forth. Then she arched up and nipped the same spot.

  His cock stirred back to life. His hips jerked reflexively, pushing deeper, then he froze. Shit. “Condom.”

  “What?”

  She was nibbling his lips, doing her best to keep him close. Her internal muscles tightened as he began to withdraw. Sweet hell. “Sunshine.”

  “Where are you going?”

  Out of my damn mind. “Give me a minute. I have to dispose of the condom.”

  When he came back, he found her sitting up, her legs crossed in front of her, a satisfied smile on her face. Her gaze followed him as he crossed the room, trailing over his body from head to toes before stopping on his groin. Enjoying the attention, his cock stood up and said hello.

  Heat flared in her eyes. Her tongue danced across her bottom lip. “Come here,” she whispered, shifting to her knees. “I want to kiss you.”

  She didn’t mean his mouth.

  “No.” Joe wasn’t sure who was more surprised by the denial that passed his lips, him or Emma. His footing stumbled and he stopped just out of her reach. Every cell in his body cried out for him to step closer and let her have her way. Just the thought of her hot, wet mouth taking him deep was enough to make him beg. But she deserved better.

  He held out his hand, fingers beckoning. “Come with me.”

  “Where?” Her wanting to know didn’t keep her from crawling to the edge of the bed and placing her hand in his.

  He pulled her in, then stopped with his lips a whisper from hers. He absorbed the way her breath caught, the way his own did the same. He’d wanted her since the first time he saw her, standing motionless in the audience, blue eyes watching him. The passing of time hadn’t diminished the wanting. Neither did having just been balls deep inside of her. He couldn’t get enough. “Shower.”

  “You want to shower with me?”

  “God, yes.” Her fingers d
anced across his flesh, a light touch on his chest, his pecs. When she raked her fingernails across his stomach, he lost his concentration. “Emma.”

  “Yes?”

  What the hell had he been saying? “I spent ninety minutes onstage beneath the lights. Do you have any idea how goddamn hot it is up there?” Unable to stand the torture, he covered her wandering hand with his own. “Listen, I may not have had enough control to stop myself from taking you the first time, but I damn well have enough not to do it a second time. Not without showering first.”

  A slow smile curved her lips. “Are you afraid you smell bad?”

  “I know I do.”

  “I don’t think so.” Pressing her face into his neck she inhaled, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I love the way you smell: male and earthy.”

  He barked a short laugh. “Earthy, huh? I guess that’s one way to put it.”

  Her mouth was on the move, licking and sucking her way to his pec. Her tongue on his nipple spurred him into action. Cupping her ass, he lifted her off her feet, groaning as her legs came around him instantly, pressing her wetness against his lower abdomen.

  “You’re really into this macho show of—”

  Her words ended in a gasp when he danced his fingers down her crease and kept going, using them to open the lips of her pussy then circle her clit. He rubbed against her, each circle making her breath more and more ragged. When he finally slid his fingers inside, she sighed.

  “What were you saying?”

  “I…oh…there, right there.”

  “You like that?”

  She didn’t have to answer, the slick wetness coating his fingers said it all. So did the way she melted against him. Their lips were all but touching and, unable to resist, he leaned in, covered her mouth with his. She opened for him, slipping her hand to the back of his head and sliding her tongue against his. And like every time he kissed her, an engulfing heat swept through him.