by Desiree Holt
Heat streaked through her body, and she thrust her hips forward, silently begging him to taste more. Deeper. But as with everything, he was taking this so slow she was ready to beg him to hurry, hurry, hurry. She pushed her fingers into the thick black silk of his hair, holding on for dear life as his tongue licked and lapped, traced the seam between hip and thigh before returning to her cunt.
Unexpectedly, an orgasm gripped her body, the walls of her pussy clenching, her body shaking. She anchored herself with her grip on Coyote’s hair as he continued to use his mouth on her, riding her through the release. Panting in the aftermath, she tried to remember the last time she’d come that easily without even being penetrated. God, the man had the most talented mouth.
He rose to his feet, folded back the covers on her bed, and lifted her onto the sheets. Alternating his movements with light kisses on her knees and thighs, he unbuckled her sandals, dropped them to the floor, and very slowly eased her soaked thong from her body. When he lifted the fabric to his face, slowly licked it then inhaled her essence, tremors raced through her cunt again.
“I could rub your scent all over my body, mi azucar,” he drawled. “I might take this with me when I’m on a mission. For luck.”
Oh, god!
“Wh—What does that mean? That word you just used?”
“It means my sweet.” He inhaled the fabric one more time. “And god, you are all that.”
He dropped the thong then tugged his T-shirt over his head. Lying back on the bed, watching him, Cori’s eyes drank in the sight of his ripped body, his hard abs, the fine mat of dark hair covering his chest. She wanted to lick him all over, the way he’d done to her, and take little bites out of him. Moisture pooled in her mouth, and she had to force herself to hold her body completely still.
He unclipped his pager and cell and set them on her nightstand before bending down to brush a kiss over her lips. Kicking off his deck shoes, he lowered the zipper on his jeans with agonizing slowness. He pushed them past his hips, and her eyes widened even more when she saw he went commando. But then the jeans were gone and all she could think about was the magnificent cock jutting from the nest of curls at his groin. It was thick and pointed straight at her, the head a deep plum with a bead of fluid sitting on the slit.
She lifted her gaze and found Coyote staring at her with such hunger in his eyes that instantly moisture flooded her pussy, so much so she felt the stickiness on the inside of her thighs. She ran her tongue slowly over her lips then rose to her knees and reached for him.
“Careful, sweet thing,” he warned. “I don’t want the party to be over before it starts.”
Mischievously, she leaned forward, wrapped her fingers around his hard length, and gave the velvet head one gentle swipe with her tongue. Coyote sucked in his breath and pulled her head away.
“Later. When I have more control.”
He reached into his jeans for his wallet, pulled out a three foil-wrapped packets, dropping them on her nightstand.
Cori’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she felt a quick stab of pain. It was obvious he’d come to Sunset Pier on the hunt tonight. She knew that, right? Apparently, any willing body would have done and didn’t she just provide one in a hurry. So what was her problem?
Stop it! You keep telling yourself you don’t want anything else either, so shut up and enjoy it.
Only Coyote Cruz was turning out to be much more than she expected. Much more than she’d been looking for.
Deliberately, she shut all those thoughts away and willed herself back to the feeling of eroticism that had been building in her since the first kiss. Whatever it was, she’d enjoy every minute of it.
Coyote stretched out beside her on the bed, the heat of his body surrounding her. He trailed the tips of his fingers over her then turned her to face him and dusting her face with soft kisses. He nibbled lightly on one earlobe before licking the tender spot behind it. One warm hand cupped a breast, the thumb brushing lightly back and forth over the nipple. Tiny shivers skittered over her at his touch. When he had one tip hard and pebbled, he turned his attention to the other until it, too, was stiff and aching.
Threading his fingers through her hair, he turned her face toward him. “Querida,” he breathed. “Mi amante. Mi bella. So, so sweet.”
Somehow the words sounded so much more sensual in Spanish, so erotic and arousing. She melted into his touch, opening her mouth for him, welcoming the hot flame of his tongue, feeling the iron-hard length of his cock against her skin like a branding iron. Her pussy throbbed with need, but Coyote Cruz was taking his deliberate time.
As with everything else he did, the kiss was slow and deliberate. He explored her mouth, tasting every corner of it, holding her head in place. He shifted his lips to trace her jaw with light kisses and little nips before feasting on her neck and finally nipping lightly at the hollow of her throat. She knew he could tell how furiously her pulse raced.
She slid her hand along his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his skin. Pressing herself against him, she arched into his lips as they slid from her mouth along the valley between her breasts. Searching out the solid muscles of his ass, she raked her fingers lightly over them.
Coyote flexed the muscles against her touch and moved his mouth to places she’d never even thought of as erogenous zones—the inside of her wrist and elbow, the ridge of her collar bone, the underside of her jaw. Then he pressed a deep kiss to her navel. He moved his mouth so lightly and softly over the tummy and the sensitive crease where her hip and thigh joined, dropping her into a cloud no more substantial than cotton candy. She barely realized what he was doing as he rolled her to her back, gently spread her thighs, and began kissing the soft inner skin.
“Mmm.” His murmur was one of great satisfaction. “I can taste you already, mi hermosa. So sweet. So delicious.”
Then in another moment he had peeled back the lips of her cunt like the petals on a flower and was licking every inch of her slit. The touch of his tongue and his hands shot sparks of electricity through her. She tried to wind her legs around his neck and draw him closer, but he settled his hands firmly on her hips and held her while he feasted on her pussy, thrusting his tongue in and out and tormenting her with the slow movement of it. When he sucked the bud of her clit into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth, she screamed out her need, begging him for release.
But he was very good at this, knowing exactly how long to touch and where to caress, how deep to thrust his tongue and where to bite gently. Her entire body was one giant ball of need, and still he teased and tormented, skillfully taking her up one layer at a time. At last, he thrust his tongue far inside her and moved one hand to rub her clit as he did so.
The orgasm hit her with full force, every nerve singing, every muscle clenching. He pinched her clit, sending her even higher, his so very educated tongue licking the inside of her pussy like a thirsty cat. She tightened around it, bowing her hips as spasm after spasm rocked her.
He took her down gently, the movement of his tongue slowing incrementally, his fingertips still stroking her clit until the last of the tremors subsided. She played with Coyote’s thick silken hair as she came back to herself, basking in the pleasure of what had been one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. She was completely drained, limp and relaxed, yet need and desire still thrummed through her.
Coyote moved slowly up the length of her body, trailing kisses as he went until he reached her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, an erotic flavor that set her on low simmer again.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured against her mouth. “Carina extraordinairia.”
She loved the sound of the Spanish swords rolling off his tongue. They were in themselves a seductive caress, lighting her nerves like little torches.
“What does that mean?” he asked. “It means my very rare sweet. And that’s exactly what you are.” He framed her face with his hands, his lean fingers brushing against her temples. “Very sweet. Very rare.
And mine.”
Even though Cori knew he didn’t mean it she liked the sound of the words. This was the most exciting, the sexiest, the most intriguing man she’d met since…Well, since. Even after a few hours, she knew if she allowed herself to, she could lose her heart to him. It wasn’t just the sex. It was the way he treated her so carefully. Held her hand. Made love to her. With her. For this one night she could pretend everything was real. At least, she’d have memories to take out and wrap around herself. After.
He brushed damp strands of hair back from her face.
“Deep thoughts, cara?” He smiled. “I must not be doing my job right. I’ll have to do a lot better.”
He dropped his head to take one nipple into his mouth while his fingers played with the other one. He knew exactly how and where to touch, which nerves to play, how to knead the soft flesh of her breast. She moved restlessly against him, her body coming to life again, but she wanted more than what he was giving her. She wanted to touch him, too. Feel him respond. She slid one hand between them and reached for his cock, swollen and flexing at her touch.
Coyote closed his strong fingers around hers.
“Cori, mi amor. You don’t know how much I want you to do that. But I’m begging you, have a heart. I want to be inside you so badly, one touch and it could all be over.”
“All right,” she whispered. “But do it now. Please.” That quickly she was ready for him again.
He reached for one of the foil wrappers, ripped it open, and sheathed himself with one quick movement. He knelt between her thighs, bracing himself with his hands and looking into her eyes. Cori looked into his and thought she could see clear into his soul. Her heart gave a little stutter.
Spreading her wide, he poised with the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt and steadily, but excruciatingly slowly, slid into her waiting body. He was thick, stretching her muscles and filling every inch. She sucked in a breath and forced herself to relax, to accommodate him. His hard shaft scraped her inner walls, her pulse rate shot up beyond rapid, and all the time his gaze was still locked with hers. It was one of the most sensual experiences she’d ever had, as if more than their bodies were sealed together.
Then he moved, slowly at first, rocking into her again and again. But as the heat built between them, as her juices poured around him and her muscles held him in a tight grasp he increased the tempo. When she wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging desperately into the small of his back, he reached between them to find her clit and rubbed it with his thumb.
Everything fell away. Ceased to exist. There was nothing but her and this man and a sexual intensity she had never believed could exist. It encompassed mind, body, and spirit. Lust surged through her as she responded, and the orgasm unwound inside her like a tightly coiled wire. When it exploded, she arched, crying out.
With one last hard thrust, he fell over the edge with her, shouting her name. There was nothing but space and bright colors and a force of nature that shook her body so hard Cori was sure her bones would shatter. But he was right there with her, riding the same whirlwind, his cock pulsing hard inside the thin latex sheath.
When the aftershocks subsided, Cori managed to unwind her legs from his body and let them fall helplessly to the side. She could barely catch her breath, and Coyote wasn’t doing much better. His head lowered as he dragged air into his lungs, and when he rolled to the side, taking her with him she could feel the heavy beat of his heart against her.
She closed her eyes while they lay that way, spent, content merely to touch each other, to maintain the connection. But Cori was stunned by what had just happened. Much as she wanted to deny it, this was more than just sex.
When she finally opened her eyes, it was to see Coyote’s dark ones staring into hers with ferocious intensity, and something else she could quite define. He lifted one hand and ran his knuckle down her cheek. “Tell me, cara. What just happened here?”
She wanted to know that herself.
Chapter Three
Coyote disposed of the condom, splashed cold water on his face, and made his way back to the bedroom. He was propped up by pillows against the headboard when Cori walked back into the room, carrying a beer in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. And still completely naked. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and his recently abused dick tried its best to come to life.
He smiled broadly. “You should never wear clothes. It’s a sin to cover that astounding body.”
She laughed but a faint blush crept up her cheeks. “It might get a little cold that way. Or I might get arrested.”
“I wasn’t suggesting you go outside like that, cara. You think I want to share this slice of heaven with anyone else?” He held out his hand to her. “Come here.”
He could tell she was suddenly self-conscious as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t usually have beer,” she told him, “but I bought some for my next-door neighbor when he came over to fix my sink. Luckily, I still had a couple left.”
“Doesn’t your landlord fix the sink? And how old is your neighbor?”
She laughed again, a sound like silver bells that lit a fire under his hormones. As if he even needed one with her that close. Jesus, what was going on with him, anyway? This was supposed to be a stress-reliever weekend, lots of sex with a hot babe and then adios. Why was it, after just a few hours, he was starting to get possessive about this woman and wondering when he could see her again? He didn’t even know anything about her. And he’d sworn to himself no attachments. Life was too short.
“Coyote?”
He blinked and realized she was staring at him.
“Did you take a short vacation?” she asked. “I said my neighbor is fifty, and my landlord was out of town. Why?”
He gave himself a mental shake. “Nothing. Just curious.” He took the beer from her and drank a long swallow. Maybe the icy liquid would cool him off because it seemed just being around Cori Sutherland raised his thermostat several degrees. He patted the bed beside him. “Come sit up here, next to me, and tell me about yourself.”
She maneuvered carefully, juggling the wine glass, then stretched out beside him. She sat a good three inches away, as if she needed to put some distance between them, but he wasn’t having any of that. He let his right hand fall casually to her thigh and squeezed lightly. He waited, but she didn’t brush it away. He had the distinct feeling she was as shaken by their chemistry as he was and also trying to figure out what to do about it.
She sipped at the wine. “What would you like to know?”
“How long have you lived in Key West? What brought you here? How come you live here when you work for a company in Tampa? Any ex-husbands or ex-boyfriends hanging around? Or anyone not so ex?”
“Whoa, sailor. That’s a whole lot of questions.”
He took another drink of his beer. “First of all, I’m not a sailor. I’m a SEAL. There’s a whole lotta difference.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
She blushed again. Coyote couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a woman blush. Probably because he’d been hanging out with the wrong kind of women.
“It’s okay. But it’s a very important difference. We’re part of the Joint Operations Task Force that takes on special missions.” He squeezed her thigh again. “And damn proud of it.”
She slid a glance at him. “I’ll definitely remember that. And no exes of any kind hanging around.”
“Or current?” He tried to sound as casual as possible.
“Coyote.” Her voice was firm and a little ticked off. “If there was a current one hanging around, we wouldn’t be here in my house in my bed doing this.” She lifted his hand and shoved it away.
He eased it back, realizing he hadn’t phrased his words too well. “I didn’t mean to insult you, Cori. Maybe I just wanted to know if I’ve got any competition?”
“For what? I thought you were just looking for a great weekend.”
How to phrase this so it came out th
e right way? He wasn’t making a commitment here, but Cori Sutherland had unexpectedly blindsided him. Along with the unbelievable sex, there was an emotional connection that he sure hadn’t expected and wasn’t even sure he wanted to pursue. But he didn’t want to walk away from it, either.
Make up your mind, you stupid asshole.
He reached for her hand and laced his fingers with hers.
“That was the original plan,” he told her. “But there’s something a little more than sex going on here. I don’t know what, but I also don’t want to poach on someone else’s territory. Even if that other someone is just a maybe.” He squeezed her hand. “Am I saying this right?”
She was silent for so long, staring down at their joined hands, he wondered if he’d blown it altogether. Then she let out a long sigh. “Uncomplicated really works best for me.”
Coyote got a tight feeling in his gut. He’d blown it, obviously. But at least he could enjoy what was left of his standby leave.
“But,” she went on, “hard as it is for me to admit it, I felt that little extra something, too. It’s just…just…”
“Just what?” he prodded.
“I don’t do complicated.” Then, so softly he almost didn’t hear it, she added, “At least, not any more.”
Well, shit. What did some asshole do that made her feel this way?
He set his empty bottle on the nightstand and took her nearly empty wine glass and put it aside also. Then he turned and took her in his harms, pressing her back against the pillows. Very gently, he smoothed the lines on her forehead and stroked the soft skin of her cheeks.
“Cara, I don’t know what kind of history you have that makes you feel this way. If someone hurt you badly, I’d like to punch holes in him. But I can promise you I’ll never be anything but honest with you. Never knowingly do anything to hurt you.”