Just a Little Sex... (Blaze, 9)

by Miranda Lee

  Was she really upset? he began to worry when the weeping continued. If so, why?

  It was what she wanted, wasn’t it? It was why she’d come here, or so she insisted.

  So why was she crying?

  When her sobbing quietened to the odd hiccup, he carefully eased himself out of her and lowered her feet onto the floor. Her legs went to jelly and he had to hold her upright. “Are you all right?” he asked gently.

  She looked up at him through soggy lashes. “What a silly question,” she choked out, then shivered.

  “You’re cold.” He reached out to snap a large fluffy orange towel off the rack, wrapping it around her shoulders.

  Her yawn startled her. “I think I’m more tired than cold.”

  “Want me to carry you to bed?”

  She nodded, and he swept her up into his arms, the towel still around her.

  She sighed an exhausted sigh and snuggled into him, her cheek resting against his chest, right over his heart. It fluttered, then filled with the most overwhelming emotion. Aiden’s arms tightened around her and he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he loved this girl. Loved her as he had never loved before. Loved her passionately. Possessively, and rather painfully.

  It hadn’t been sexual frustration which had racked his insides by the time she’d arrived today. He’d been worrying his guts out that she might have had a car accident.

  Now that he’d made love to her properly again, he could not bear to think of her ever being with another man. He wanted her to be his woman, forever. He wanted to live with her, have children with her, grow old with her. Hey, he even wanted to marry her.

  And that was not something Aiden considered lightly.

  Marriage, he’d always thought, was not for him.

  There again, he hadn’t met his true love at that stage.

  He smiled at what his mother was going to say when he told her. Not that he intended to make such a confession just yet. He had things to do first…like get Zoe to fall in love with him in return.

  Aiden carried her down the hallway toward his bedroom, his mind whirling with plans and possibilities. Could he get her to fall in love with him in a week?

  Probably not.

  Zoe wasn’t in the mood for love.

  But she was in the mood for sex. Oh, yes. She surely was that.

  His stomach contracted as he thought of her going down on him in the shower. She’d been good, for a beginner. More than good. She’d been downright amazing.

  Aiden glanced down at her lovely face as he angled her through the bedroom doorway. Her hair was plastered back from it but there was one stray curl stuck to her forehead. He smiled, thinking of that naughty version of the verse about the little girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead. When she was good she was very very good, but when she was bad, she was fucking fantastic!

  Aiden understood that Zoe wanted to be bad for a while. Bad in her eyes, that is. Personally, he didn’t believe that sex between consenting adults was ever bad, provided you didn’t hurt anyone. And who were they hurting? No one.

  But Zoe hadn’t been brought up like him. She’d been raised with more old-fashioned ideas where it wasn’t nice for girls to have sex without love.

  Aiden didn’t subscribe to that theory at all. Girls had just as much right to enjoy sex for sex’s sake as guys did. To have fun for the moment, without always thinking of tomorrow.

  So what if she wanted to be treated strictly as a sex object for a week? To try positions she’d never tried before. To explore her sexuality to the outer limits.

  He could handle that, provided it was him she was doing the exploring with. Aiden’s smile turned wry. Amazing how, when you loved a woman, you weren’t quite as liberal-minded about their sexual activities.

  Holding her with one arm, he threw back the quilt, eased the towel away then lowered her nicely naked body into his nice big bed.

  She immediately rolled over, curling her legs up into the fetal position. He stared at her deliciously curved bottom for a few seconds, before sighing and rather reluctantly covering her up.

  “You’ll keep,” he muttered under his breath.

  “Aiden,” she mumbled.

  He bent down and kissed the top of her head. “What, darlin’?”

  “Aren’t you coming to bed with me?” she asked dreamily.

  “In a little while.”

  “Oh…all right. ‘Night.”

  He didn’t like to tell her it was still afternoon. “’Night. Sleep tight.”

  She didn’t hear him. She was already asleep.

  17

  ZOE HALF WOKE TO the feel of someone sliding into bed with her. She automatically rolled over onto her left side, facing the wall, before her memory clicked in and her eyes snapped open into the darkened bedroom. Night had fallen, but there was some moonlight filtering through the open window.

  “Aiden?” she choked out.

  “Who else?” he said, his arms snaking ‘round her waist and scooping her back against him. “All rested now?” he murmured, his head right behind hers, his lips nibbling at her shoulder.

  “What…what time is it?”

  “Around nine. Why? Does it matter?”

  “No. I guess not.”

  She shivered when his mouth blew warm puffs in her right ear. When he dipped his tongue in and swirled it around, she stiffened, her legs shooting straight out, her behind discovering he was as naked as she was.

  His hands started to travel over the front of her body, playing with her breasts, her stomach, then lower. Despite her own insistence that their time together would be focused on sex, her mind initially recoiled at being used in this way. Her body, however, seemed to like it, and in no time she was panting and wriggling her bottom against his erection.

  “You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” he muttered. “Just as well I wore one of my trusty condoms to bed.”

  Zoe moaned softly when he eased into her from behind.

  She wasn’t surprised at the position, or the pleasure. He’d done it this way to her on the first night they spent together, and she’d loved it. They were like two spoons, curved around each other.

  “You really like it this way, don’t you?” he murmured as he rocked gently into her, his hands caressing her nipples at the same time.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  It felt fantastic. Too fantastic. She was going to come and she didn’t want to come. Not that soon. She wanted it to go on and on. She wanted…

  He slid out of her and she cried out in dismay. His arms squeezed tightly around her, his own breathing ragged. “Patience, my love. Talk to me for a while. It doesn’t have to be anything deep and meaningful. I just need a breather and so do you. Try to relax.”

  Relax! Was he insane? How could she relax when she was screaming inside and when he was still hugging her to him like this, his erection stabbing at her bottom?

  “What books do you like to read?” he asked.

  “What? Oh…er…um…anything which doesn’t bore me.”

  “You must like thrillers, then.”

  “Thrillers? Well…some of them. It depends on the author.”

  “Which author do you like most?”

  “I can’t think.”

  “Try.”

  “Um…Stephen King, I suppose.”

  “No kidding. I’m mad about Stephen King. I only discovered reading for pleasure this past year and he’s the one I have to credit for doing it. My mom gave me The Running Man and I haven’t had my nose out of one of his books ever since. Have you read The Green Mile?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s great, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, but I liked The Stand even more.”

  “I haven’t read that one.”

  “Oh, you should. It…”

  Zoe was to wonder later how it came about that they started talking about Stephen King’s books and she forgot all about sex. Until, that is, Aiden reminded her by lifting her right leg up onto hi
s hip and slipping inside her once more.

  “I think we might try something slightly different,” he said, and rolled over onto his back. Naturally, she went with him, since his arms were wrapped tightly around her waist at the time. She ended up lying on top of him, her back stretched out along his front. He remained inside her, but not quite as deeply.

  He let go of her waist and spread her arm and legs wide on the bed on either side of him. She looked and felt like a primitive virgin sacrifice stretched out on the altar of his naked body. No longer a virgin, however, in any sense of the word. She’d never felt so decadent. Or so turned on.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking?” he asked, his hands skimming up and down the length of her body, grazing over her rigid nipples.

  “I…I can’t…”

  “Yes, you can. You can tell me anything.”

  “But I can’t even think!”

  He laughed then took her right hand in his and carried it down, down to that excruciatingly sensitive bud of swollen flesh which was at that moment wickedly exposed to the warm night air.

  “Touch yourself there,” he whispered, pressing her fingers against it.

  Her mind once again recoiled but her body had a will of its own.

  “Don’t come,” he advised softly. “Be gentle. Tease yourself. Work out what gives you pleasure without sending you over the edge.”

  Zoe could not believe she was doing this. Touching herself while he watched and instructed. But once she got over the initial stabs of embarrassment, it was an incredible turn-on. Soon, she was writhing on top of him, her behind clenching and unclenching. A climax was only seconds away.

  When he abruptly grabbed her hips and lifted her right off him, she swore at him in mindless frustration.

  “Tch, tch,” he said, dumping her on the bed beside him and looming over her, his hands pinning her shoulders to the bed. “What would your father say if he heard you using words like that?”

  “He’d probably agree with me if he knew what you were up to,” she ground out. “He thinks you’re a great guy. Genuine and sincere. He doesn’t know that you’re a sexual sadist.”

  He grinned down at her. “Think of me more as your erotic educator rather than the Marquis de Sade. I’m teaching you to wait. It will be well worth it in the end. Trust me. I’m also giving poor old Percy here a short rest. He almost lost it again a second ago which will never do. Obviously, he’s in sorry need of some serious practice. That six months’ spell I inflicted on him hasn’t done him any good at all. Hopefully, with a bit of patience and help, he’ll be right back in tip-top form in no time.”

  Zoe didn’t think poor old Percy, who was pressing into her stomach at that precise moment, felt at all poor, or old. “Do you seriously expect me to believe that before I came along you’d gone six months without sex?”

  “Do you seriously expect me to believe you haven’t gone down on a guy before me?” he countered just as cynically.

  She opened her mouth, then closed it again.

  “Think about it, Zoe. Things aren’t always what they appear to be. On top of that, why would I lie? What reason could I possibly have?”

  She considered a few possibilities. To impress her somehow? To get under her guard? To make her think he wasn’t anything like Drake who obviously couldn’t go a week without his regular dose of slut?

  None of those answers seemed to gel, which meant he hadn’t lied to her. He’d been telling the truth about going six months without sex. Which led to another question. Why?

  The concept that he might have been seriously hurt by that woman who took him to court was an explanation Zoe didn’t want to think about. Because if she did, it meant she was starting to get involved. To care.

  She couldn’t do that to herself again. Not again. Not this soon, anyway.

  “I have no idea,” she said. “And I don’t really want to know. I’m sorry I asked.”

  “Don’t be,” he returned just as nonchalantly. “It served a purpose. You’ve stopped swearing at me for not letting you come. So, are you hungry? For food, I mean.”

  Now that he mentioned it, she was hungry. It seemed her appetite had returned. And her desperate need for a climax had lessened somewhat.

  “You mean you’re not going to torture me again?”

  “Not for a while.”

  Was she relieved, or disappointed?

  “What have you got to eat?”

  “Let’s see now…I have a wide selection of frozen food in my freezer, and a trusty microwave to heat them in, but I also make a mean omelette. And I have some excellent white wine chilling in the fridge. I saw you drinking some Chardonnay the other night so I picked up a few good bottles on the way.”

  “You don’t need to get me drunk, you know,” she said ruefully. “I’m already a sure thing.”

  He grinned. “I know.”

  She couldn’t help it. She grinned back. He really was delightfully wicked.

  And delightfully wicked she could cope with. Delightfully wicked was far removed from anything deep and meaningful.

  “An omelette sounds great. And the wine, too.”

  “Fantastic.” He let her go and leaped out of the bed, turning to hold out his hand toward her.

  She couldn’t help but stare. “You’re not going to walk around like that, are you?”

  He glanced downward, then up again. “The condom bothers you?”

  “No, but what’s in it does,” she said dryly. He was still fiercely erect.

  Aiden shrugged. “At least this way I’m fully armed and ready if the heat of the moment overtakes us. But perhaps you’re right. It might be dangerous cooking like this. I’ll go to the bathroom and retrieve my shorts. But if you think you’re going to put on those clothes you wore up here, Miss Pretend Prissy, then you can think again. Here…”

  He marched over to the pine tallboy near the doorway and wrenched open the top drawer, pulling out a yellow T-shirt and tossing it to her. “Put that on. That’s your uniform while you’re here. No bra. And definitely no knickers. Just a T-shirt.”

  Zoe suppressed a laugh. “Yes, Sarge. Whatever you say, Sarge.” Little did he know that wearing a man’s T-shirt was overdressed compared to the scenario she’d fantasized over. But once she’d dragged it on, she could see that it was a surprisingly provocative garment. Her lack of underwear was patently obvious with her permanently hard nipples jutting through the thin material and her naked bottom was barely covered. She’d be a right sight if she stretched up or bent over.

  “Wait for me,” she said, and hurried down the hallway after Aiden.

  ZOE FOUND THE NEXT hour incredibly enjoyable. Aiden was an excellent cook and an entertaining companion. The wine was superb and so was the ambience of the front porch where they ate their omelettes and bread rolls, warm from the oven. They didn’t sit at a table but perched on the porch steps, their plates balanced on their laps, their glasses of wine sitting beside them.

  The night air was like warm velvet, the star-studded sky and half moon quite romantic. All was quiet at Hideaway Beach except for some distant music and the lap-lapping of the waves on the sand.

  Zoe swallowed the last mouthful, then licked her fingers with a voluptuous sigh. “That was wonderful, Aiden. Thank you.”

  “My pleasure. Here, let me do that.”

  Before she could stop him, he took her right hand and sucked each finger in turn, a slow sensuous sucking which curled her stomach and brought her right back to where he’d had her an hour earlier.

  “Do you provide this kind of personal after-dinner service for all your women?” she asked in an attempt to keep her cool.

  He smiled wryly as he withdrew her little finger from his mouth. “Naughty, naughty,” he said, shaking his head. “None of that getting-to-know-you stuff, you said. What I have or haven’t done with previous women is on the no-no list of subjects for discussion.”

  Zoe was a bit put out. She’d thought he wanted to get to know her. “You asked me
about my reading habits and I didn’t object,” she pointed out. “And we’ve just spent the last hour chatting about food and wine.”

  “Well, we do have to talk about something occasionally, don’t we? And chatting about our tastes in books and food and wine is a far cry from revealing details of earlier relationships. Just sex, you said. And just sex you’re going to get. So put your plate down, lover, and let’s adjourn to the lounge room. I fancy a change of venue and some music. But bring your glass with you and I’ll get the bottle. Your education is about to continue…”

  18

  AIDEN LAY STRETCHED OUT on top of his bed, his hands and feet secured to the four corners of his bed with various pieces of Zoe’s underwear. She’d laughingly said they might as well be put to some use.

  He still could not believe he’d agreed to this. Yet he had no one else to blame but himself. He’d created a monster!

  “Having fun?” Zoe asked as she sashayed back into the room, wearing his favorite orange T-shirt and looking very pleased with herself. And why not? She’d already had two orgasms to his none.

  He regretted now having shown her how to stop him coming with one simple squeeze in just the right spot. He hadn’t realized at the time how ruthlessly she would use that knowledge, once she had the chance.

  Zoe’s behavior this morning put paid to any egotistical idea she might be falling in love with him.

  Over the last three days, he’d stupidly started hoping her feelings might be more than lust, because she was just so hot for him all the time. She never said no. He could have her anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

  When she’d confided in bed this morning that she had a persistent fantasy about his tying her up, he’d been thrilled. Only a seriously besotted girl let a guy tie her up! So he’d been all for it. At that point she’d said she didn’t really trust him enough for that, but she also fancied the idea of tying him up, if he didn’t mind.

  Naturally, at the time, he didn’t mind one bit. He’d been so turned on he’d have agreed to being tied naked to a spit and roasted over hot coals!