by Jamie Wesley
“Shit,” he hissed.
His guttural exclamation clearly spurred her on. She took him deeper, her tongue and teeth acting in tandem to drive him insane. He withstood the torture as long as he could, the skin all over his body tightening in arousal, his impending doom bearing down on him.
“Elise.”
She didn’t stop. He called her name again, gathering his remaining brain cells to put forth the effort to say it louder. Although she didn’t stop, she did look up. The excitement, the desire in her eyes was nearly his undoing. Nearly. Summoning a strength he hadn’t known he possessed, he guided her mouth off him and hauled her up. He yanked the condom out of her hand and rolled it on as fast as humanly possible. He picked her up, his fingers digging deeper into her ass. She anchored herself by wrapping her long legs around him. An invitation he couldn’t resist accepting. He thrust hard into her. Her shocked cry stopped him.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.
“No,” she said, panting. “I was surprised, that’s all.”
“But you’re good?”
“You’re inside me. Yeah, I’m good.”
Christian laughed, surprising himself. He’d just wanted the oblivion, the fire that existed between them to rage, and yet he always found himself having a good time with this woman. He dropped his forehead to hers and sucked in a breath. Being with her got better and better.
“Umm, Christian? I’m still here.”
He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.” He flexed his hips. Pleasure coursed through him at her gasp. Elise was exactly who he needed at the moment, and he couldn’t get enough.
He dropped his mouth to hers, hungry for more. Wanting it all. Their tongues dueled. Like they were afraid that if they didn’t take what they wanted now it would be forever lost to them. He’d wanted to get lost in her. His wish had been granted.
Elise was the best partner, never passive, meeting him every step of the way. Her inner muscles clenched him, driving him out of his mind. Gritting his teeth at the tingles spreading up his spine, he withdrew. He held himself just outside her. Fighting for control. Desperate to keep the flames from burning him up.
“Give it to me,” Elise demanded in his ear.
Pure gasoline to the fire.
He thrust hard. Harder than he had before.
Her scream in his ear sent him tumbling into the fire. He nearly blacked out, his body detonating into shards of pleasure. He gripped the wall behind her, determined not to sink to the floor, possibly hurting her and definitely embarrassing himself.
She did this to him every single time. There was no way he was letting her kick him out this time. He wanted more of her. He wasn’t sure if or when he would get enough, but he knew it wasn’t happening tonight.
Gathering his strength, he eased out of her, lifted her, and tossed her over his shoulder.
She smacked his back. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed. Now stop wiggling and behave.”
“Why would I do that?” His dick hardened instantly at her cool tone.
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to spank your ass for delaying what we both want.”
She remained silent for a few seconds. Testing him. So Elise. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He smoothed his hand across her right butt cheek in warning. “Wouldn’t I?”
She remained silent a few more seconds. “Fine. You can have your way. For now.”
He didn’t know how she managed to sound like a queen talking to a peasant while thrown over his shoulder. He loved it.
Grinning, he strode to the room they’d avoided last night and lowered her to the bed. She looked gorgeous against the backdrop of the jewel-tone green comforter. Yes, this was where he wanted her. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
She rose up on her elbows and stared at him with a mutinous expression on her face. “Why not?”
“So I can do everything I’ve been fantasizing about doing to you.”
Her throat muscles moved up and down. “What if I don’t want any more?”
Christian pulled his shirt over his head. He took more than a small measure of satisfaction when her eyes latched onto his chest and she licked her lips. “You and I both know that’s not true. Now cooperate, and let’s enjoy what we both want.”
“Cooperate? You mean by staying here? I don’t even get to take my clothes off?” She toyed with a button on her shirt, drawing his attention to her full breasts pressing against the cotton of her top.
It was his turn to swallow. He’d been so consumed with getting inside her, he hadn’t paid any attention to her perfect breasts. Breasts he wanted in his mouth. “That should be okay. I said you couldn’t move unless I told you to.”
She teased him, releasing each button at a torturously slow pace.
Why hadn’t he ripped that shirt off when he’d had the chance? He wanted her breasts in his mouth. Finally, she reached the last button and eased the shirt off. Rose on her knees.
“I’m still on the bed. Following your orders.” Her lips curved, daring him to contradict her.
“Take the bra off.” Blood pounded in his veins. She wore one of those bras that allowed the tops of her breasts to spill over the top. A contraption designed to torment him. He wanted to see all of her tempting flesh.
“Your wish is my command.” She made quick work of the underwear.
He nearly groaned out loud. Her breasts were high and full. The nipples tightened under his intense gaze. He needed them in his mouth.
“Come here.” He curved an arm around her waist and drew her to him. The desire that had been sated a few minutes before rose like a beast inside him at the first touch of his mouth on her.
She cried out when he caught the nub between his teeth and tugged. “Christian.”
The need in her voice called to him. But no, he couldn’t lose his head. He had to control the beast. More fun was yet to come. He stepped away, despite the lingering taste of her in his mouth urging him to go back.
“Take off the skirt.” The last piece of clothing that kept him from reveling in all the gorgeous planes and contours of her body.
An eyebrow lifted. “You’re giving a lot of orders. Maybe if you say please.”
“Elise.”
“Hmm?” She toyed with the nipple he’d just had in his mouth, rolling it between her thumb and index finger. He stared, transfixed.
“Don’t test me.” His voice came out strangled. Hoarse.
Her lips curved. “Oh, am I getting to you? I like that.” She turned on the bed, presenting her butt to him. “Help me. Can you get the zipper for me?”
His hand smoothed over the curve of her ass, the soft cotton of the skirt molding to his touch. With an unsteady hand, he undid the button at the waistband and lowered the zipper. He eased the skirt down her curvy hips and dropped it on the floor.
“Thank you.” She didn’t turn to face him, the remnants of her panties framing a temptation he was unable to resist, wearing only the heels he’d dreamed about taking her in.
“You’re welcome, especially since I’m going to enjoy every second of fucking you senseless.”
“Talk is cheap, Christian.” She wiggled her butt. Taunting him.
His heart beat sped up. “I told you not to move unless I told you to.”
“So what?” She shook her ass again.
He simply reacted, his palm smacking her left cheek. “That’s what. I warned you.”
For a moment, she didn’t react. Then a low moan reached his ears. Clutching the comforter, she stretched, pushing her butt back toward him.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked. She didn’t reply. Or move away. He wasn’t surprised. Sexual compatibility was never an issue for them. “Didn’t you?”
She glared at him over her shoulder.
“Say it, or I won’t give you more.” He waited, slipping his hand between her legs. She was wet, ready for more. The body never lied. He found her clit and rubbed it. He could and wou
ld wait her out. Even if it killed him. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life. Could barely form a coherent thought. “Elise?”
“Yes, I liked it,” she tossed defiantly over her shoulder. Satisfaction swept through him. He loved a woman who knew her mind. “You did, too.”
“You’re right.” He loved it, actually. He loved that she loved it. His hand tingled with the desire to mark her as his again. Now. His palm landed slightly harder than the first time on the fleshiest part of a cheek. His dick ached at the sound of her moan.
“More,” she demanded.
He took his cues from her. She called out his name. Her demands for more, raising her hips backward toward him spurred him on. Her ass reddened under his hand as he increased the speed and force of the blows. She clutched and unclutched the comforter at each strike. Still, she called for more until she was a trembling, moaning mass of sexy woman begging him to never stop. Driving him out of his mind.
“Christian, I need…” Her hand slipped between her legs. Shit. She was killing him. He cupped her hips and drew her to him. “Shh, baby. Look at me.”
Her eyes shone bright with unchecked desire. Everything he could want and more. He captured her mouth under his. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes. Now.”
He felt her hot eyes on him as he rolled on another condom. She presented her ass to him again. He gripped her hips and stepped behind her. He pushed inside her, her inner muscles molding to him. Pleasure radiated to every corner of his body. When he was in all the way, he paused, trying to catch his breath. Her hips shook under him. She was close. Driving him wild. Just a little more. He pressed in a little harder. She exploded, her muscles clenching tightly around his erection.
Shit, this woman got to him. He wanted all that she had to give. He wasn’t sure he would survive the night, but what a night it would be. He thrust again. Then he couldn’t think as his orgasm hurtled toward him like a freight train. The last thing he remembered was shouting her name.
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“Are we still scratching itches?”
In the middle of opening the refrigerator, Elise looked over her shoulder. Christian leaned against the wall at the entrance to the kitchen. She’d swiped his shirt for herself, the second best decision she’d made today after deciding to sleep with this man who rocked her world. He was shirtless. Yes, please. She rounded on her heel to get a better look. She started at the hard muscles of his chest and sucked in a breath when he crossed his arms, putting his biceps in wonderful relief. Her gaze slid down to where his happy trail bisected his abs and disappeared into the jeans he’d left unbuttoned. Oh, the delightful places that trail led to. She lifted her gaze.
Were they still scratching itches? “Very well, I’d say.”
He didn’t smile. “Right.” He nodded once. “How does that work?”
Nerves twisting in her stomach, she tried again. “Hopefully, we make it work by making a return trip to the Land of Orgasms after I get a drink of water.”
This time, he did laugh. Her heart skipped a beat at the carefree sound. Except no, her heart wasn’t up for grabs.
He crossed the room, stopping directly in front of her. “For how long?”
Good question. They were compatible sexually, spectacularly so. She’d let him spank her, after all. She could still feel the sweet sting of his hand on her butt that morphed into a heated rush of pleasure between her legs. Could still see the hungry expression on his face. They’d both enjoyed themselves. Still, that didn’t mean they had a future together. She wasn’t looking for anything serious anyway, right? Right. Her career needed to come first.
Then again, it was time to admit the attraction between them wasn’t going to go away after a couple of encounters, no matter how much she’d wanted that to be the case. She swallowed. “As long as we want.”
“You’re not going to kick me out?”
Her eyebrows rose. “After what we just did?” And how he’d made her feel? “That would be a no.”
“In that case, I believe we can schedule some more visits to the Land of Orgasms.”
Her desire for water forgotten, she satisfied another need. The need to touch him. His wide shoulders were wonderful, the hair on his chest so sexy and inviting. The muscles underneath hard. “Soon hopefully?”
“Real soon.”
“Now?”
His eyebrows lifted. “Greedy?”
“Yes.”
He laughed. She joined in. He surprised her by scooping her up in his arms and striding out of the kitchen. She laughed harder and drew his head down for a kiss. Yes, being with Christian was what she wanted most at the moment. Tomorrow would come soon enough. Tonight was all about them.
Chapter Thirteen
Cradling a cup of coffee, lured by strange noises—or strange to her, at least—Elise stepped outside Christian’s front door. Last night, he’d enticed her to stop working on a Saturday night and come to his house with promises of food. And great sex. She’d hesitated about two-tenths of a second before agreeing. She’d woken up this morning to an empty bed. Then, she’d heard the noises. She’d rolled out of bed to investigate, only stopping for a moment in his kitchen, unable to resist the aroma of the coffee Christian had made.
She followed the sounds of clanking to the open garage door and came up short. She pressed the mug to her mouth to keep a whimper from spilling out.
Christian was bent over the hood of a red car—some classic convertible. The clanking came courtesy of a tool he was using to do something to the car’s innards. But that’s not what caused a knot of awareness to curl in her stomach. No, that honor went to Christian’s physique. His back, specifically, because the man wasn’t wearing a shirt. There was a God. Back muscles glistened with sweat and moved together in a seamless rhythm. His back tapered down to a trim waist.
And his butt.
She really needed to write a sonnet dedicated to it. Researching the structure of a sonnet had to move to the top of her to-do list because nothing less would do to honor it. Round, firm. Muscled. A memory waylaid her—of her clutching his butt as he moved inside her. She bit her lip as he leaned farther under the hood, causing his shorts to contour even more to the body part in question.
“Shit.”
Christian’s muttered expletive snapped her out of her wonderful thoughts. She stepped closer. “What’s wrong?”
He whirled around, his lips curving into a welcoming smile. “Hey, I didn’t hear you come outside.”
“Yeah, I know. You were distracted.” She gestured toward the vehicle with the mug. “Nice car.”
“Thanks. It’s a 1957 Chevy. I’m restoring it.”
Her eyes rounded. “Wow, you are? That’s so cool.” And hot as hell.
He grabbed a towel from a workbench and wiped his hands. “Thanks. I woke up this morning thinking I’d figured out why the radiator was giving me trouble. You were sleeping, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
She took a sip of coffee. “I’m going to take a stab in the dark here, but it sounds like your solution isn’t working.”
He made a face. “It’s not, but it will.”
She glanced around. This wasn’t some run-of-the-mill garage. It was big enough to hold three cars—his Nissan, the car she was used to seeing him in, the Chevy he was working on, and an old Mustang. Shelves and work benches lined one wall. Tools lined the other two walls. It was all very neat and organized. Professional. “So, how often do you do this?”
He shrugged. “Whenever I can. I needed to find something to do to relax. I’d always liked tinkering and figuring things out with cars, so here I am.”
“How many cars have you restored?”
“Ten so far.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Wow. Where are they?”
“I sell them when I’m done.”
“Is it hard to let them go?”
“A little bit, but it gets easier each time. I enjoy them for a week or two when I finish and then sell. The fun for m
e is in the process of returning them to their former glory. Then it’s on to the next challenge.” He pointed to the Mustang. “That was the first one I restored, so it holds a special place in my heart. I’ll never get rid of Pam.”
“Pam? You named your car Pam?”
“What? Doesn’t she look like a Pam to you?”
Elise held up a hand. “Yes, of course. Sorry, I was thinking it looked more like a Harry. My bad.”
“You’re forgiven.” He dropped a kiss on her mouth.
She pressed a hand to his chest and stepped back. “Wait. You said you needed something to do to relax. Why?” He didn’t reply right away. “Christian?”
“I had a heart attack.”
“What? When? You’re too young to have a heart attack.”
His lips twisted. “Not if you work eighty hours a week and don’t take care of yourself. I couldn’t acknowledge or see what my body was trying to tell me until it was almost too late. The heart attack was the wake-up call I needed. I quit my job.”
“Wow. I didn’t realize being a filmmaker was that intense.”
“’I was so determined to make it. I was on the fast track to landing a spot with a major studio, or so everyone said. I became obsessed with that goal and forgot why I went into filmmaking in the first place—to help people.”
She nodded. “Is that why you decided to become a teacher?”
“After the heart attack, I gave myself a good talking-to. I knew I wanted to go back into filmmaking on my own terms, and I also knew I wanted to give back some of that joy my teachers had given me growing up, so it made sense. I work on documentaries in the summer and teach during the school year. I love it. I can be passionate about both without killing myself trying to make a buck.”
“But doesn’t teaching and producing documentaries take a lot of time?”
He nodded as though he’d been anticipating the question. “They do, and yes doing both can be stressful, but I don’t place the unreasonable demands on myself that I did when I was in California. I’m not trying to advance my career at the expense of everything else. I’m teaching kids. I’m working on projects that I believe in. I have time to enjoy life.”