by J. A. Coffey
She didn't have time to react before he pushed the bra aside and brought his mouth down to her taut nipple. He sucked at her hungrily causing sharp, delicious prickles to form around the sensitive bud. A loud gasp wrenched out of her as molten heat flowed through her.
She ran her fingers through his hair and down his broad shoulders as he continued suckling at her tender, aching nipple. The tension and heat burning through his skin made her just as eager to have him. All thoughts of stealing fled as she concentrated on the man who was building a carnal fire inside her.
She tugged off his shirt and jerked down the waistband of his pants, fully baring the deep V that led to the shadowy juncture of his hidden bulge. He stepped away from her and pulled them completely off in short time. She got only a glimpse of his glorious body before he came back to her and yanked at her thin panties. The delicate material snapped under his force, and he tossed it aside.
She was no more concerned about the destroyed underwear than he was. Wrapping her hand around his erection, she applied gentle pressure until he groaned. The feel of his smooth, hard shaft beneath her palm excited her. Satin wrapped around steel. That's what he felt like.
He grabbed the short strands of her hair and tilted her head back, exposing her neck fully to his hungry lips. He sucked gently at the tender spot and she released a ragged breath. Trailing his lips along the curve of her neck, he stopped close to her ear and murmured, "Tell me your name, gorgeous."
With a wicked grin, she applied a bit more pressure around him. He sucked in a sharp breath. His desire not only aroused her, it also made her bold.
"I think I want you to beg for it," she breathed.
With her head still tilted back, he gently bit down on the edge of her jaw then lightly passed his tongue over the faint stinging. "Sweetheart, I've never begged for anything."
She suppressed a grin at his arrogant claim. "Tonight, you will," she murmured, caressing him with firm, slow strokes. He pushed into her hand, growling low in his throat, and this time she smiled. Holding all that power in her hand felt...nice.
His harsh, primitive groan increased her confidence. He released her, and she kissed his throat and jaw before fitting her lips against his again. She kissed him just as deeply and passionately as he had her, still squeezing and stroking him.
At his primal response, her need for him amplified. She burned for him in a way she never had any man. Tonight, she wasn't the idiot girl who had always idolized him without question, who had waited years for him to come back to her. And he wasn't the target of a job she'd been forced to take on.
Tonight, he was simply man to her woman. And she wanted him.
She reached below and gently cupped him, wanting to feel all of him. The soft muscle tightened in her palm as she continued her slow massage, never taking her lips from his. With a harsh sound, he pulled away from her and pushed her down on the bed. The rustling of foil broke through her haze of lust as she watched him sheathe himself with one, fast stroke. He moved over her, and she parted her legs, thankful he had remembered protection when she was so far beyond thinking to do so.
He settled heavily between her spread thighs and captured her lips once more for another searing kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched against him. Her breath hitched from the agonizing pleasure of his hardness brushing between her legs.
His wandering hands found their way down to her most sensitive spot, and he began slowly stroking her small nub, wrenching long, deep moans from her. She lifted against his teasing fingers, wanting more of the sharp currents flaring inside her.
His skillful finger entered her slowly, and she gasped at the sweet, piercing sensation. Small, breathy pants escaped her as he moved his finger in and out of her in slow, lazy strokes. Desire tightened in her belly, then pooled around his finger. She clenched her eyes shut and gripped his shoulders as he continued to bring her to new heights.
Suddenly, he withdrew and she opened her eyes slightly, watching in fascination as he sucked on his damp finger. She was surprised by how much that aroused her. He slipped the same finger between her lips, and she gently sucked at it, faintly tasting him and herself. He groaned then brought his mouth down to hers.
She teased and stroked her tongue against his, enjoying the erotic play. With a low growl, he grabbed her thighs and lifted them high. She vaguely noticed the thigh-highs covering her long legs. The contrast of the thin, black material cradling his narrow hips was deliciously exotic.
He held her thighs in such a grip, she could barely move them. Yet everything moved faster than she anticipated-hell, she had taken things further than she had ever expected. But in that moment, she didn't want to be anywhere else.
She smoothed her hands over his broad shoulders and down his back as he slowly pushed into her. Wincing at the discomfort, her fingernails dug into him, but she did not want him to stop.
He began to pull out of her, but she quickly wrapped her legs around him, and he plunged into her deeply. She cried out at the sudden, sweet sting.
"You okay?" he asked hoarsely.
Athena nodded jerkily, trailing light kisses on his damp neck and shoulder, her legs still clenched tightly around him. It had been a while for her, but she wanted this.
She wanted him.
"Tell me, baby," he murmured. "Tell me your name."
Instead, Athena passed her tongue over the heated flesh of his throat. He tasted good. A shudder shook his body, and he moved over her gently at first, each stroke sending electric currents shooting through her navel and down her thighs. Her moans were in rhythm with his harsh groans.
"So good," he murmured gutturally on a deep thrust.
Fire coiled in her belly and flowed down to her core. She was lost in the sensation of their heated skin melding together, their bodies joined as one.
Intense emotion overwhelmed her and suddenly she couldn't stand for him not to know who she was. For him not to know her name.
"Athena," she gasped against his ear as he thrust heavily into her.
He lifted his head from the crook of her neck and rested it on her forehead. His face was drawn tight, and his eyes were hooded as he continued his slow pumping.
"What...?" he rasped, still moving rhythmically into her.
She brought her hand up to his strained face, a low moan escaping her on another deep thrust. "My...name's...Athena," she whispered huskily.
Bracing himself on his arms, he pushed deep into her and stayed there, unmoving. "You didn't let me beg for it."
It was a statement, not a question. Luckily, there was no triumph in the simple declaration.
"N-no," she admitted on a small shudder, lifting her hips to get him moving again.
He flashed a strained smile that was incredibly sexy. "Good."
Giving her what she wanted, he began slowly thrusting into her again, bringing his lips down for another intoxicating kiss. Though she returned it with just as much fervor as before, she realized vaguely that the name meant nothing to him. He didn't know the woman she was now.
She clutched at his shoulders, a wave of mixed emotions flooding her-disappointment that she was just another woman in his bed, relief that her desire for him to know who she was hadn't compromised her identity, and a need for fulfillment so great, none of it mattered.
Her need won out.
His lips continued moving over hers firmly, yet tenderly, drinking in her soft moans. Their harsh breathing filled the silence in the room. He brought his head down to her breast and pulled her jutting nipple into his warm mouth. Athena closed her eyes and arched her back, wanting him to take all of her. He moved to the next breast and gave it the same stimulating, greedy attention while he palmed and plucked leisurely at the other.
She ran her fingers through his dark hair and down his back as she tightened her legs around him. He began pounding into her harder, deeper. She panted and moaned at the force of his thrust. Wrapping her arms around his broad neck, she could do nothing else but hold on
.
The clenching in her belly grew unbearable. It moved lower, down to the spot he was now hammering into. She clamped tightly around his thick, hard shaft then shattered. Straining against him, she bit his shoulder as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over her. Through her haze of pleasure, she heard his harsh grunt as he too found his release.
Lying in the silent aftermath, Athena realized she had truly lost a fundamental piece of herself.
Her common sense-along with her heart.
Chapter Five
That wasn't sex.
David had been with lots of women but never had it been this...raw. Especially not with a woman who'd only told him her name after he was inside her.
His heart still thumped as she trailed her fingers lightly down his back, leaving traces of heat where she touched. He remained nestled between her soft thighs, stirring at her gentle caress.
Man, she was good.
He looked down at her, loving the way she smiled sleepily up at him. There was something familiar about that smile.
"You know," he began, brushing his thumb along her lower lip, "you're not the first woman who's snuck into my bed. But you're definitely the best."
To his surprise, the lazy contentment fell away from her face. She stared at him with wide, hurt eyes, but then it was immediately replaced by a cool, blank expression. He lost his own grin, not knowing what to make of her sudden attitude shift. Hadn't he just paid her a compliment?
She pushed at his shoulders, and David rolled away from her. He needed to say something, but was lost as to what. This was new territory for him. He couldn't compose his own strange emotions much less try to soothe hers.
He was the one who needed comforting. This was just a job for her, yet he was the one left reeling.
Before he could find the right words, she jumped off the bed and hurried into the bathroom. David sat up and watched as she shut the door. He hadn't been lying when he'd said she hadn't been the first woman to sneak into his bed. Women he'd casually dated, who'd on occasion sought him out for company, had managed to find their way into his suite. Usually, he was happy to oblige. But that had been before the scandal, before they had tightened their security.
Of all the women who'd come flashing their goods for a moment of his attention, she was the most alluring. He should have gotten security to haul her pretty ass out of here, but damn if she wasn't one hell of a distraction-one he wasn't able to turn away.
For a moment he thought of the "friend" who'd sent her here and shook his head wryly, torn between amusement and exasperation. This had Gabe written all over it. The way he'd been riding Gabe over his obsession with his new girlfriend, David wasn't surprised that his friend had tried to bring him low with this sexy little "treat."
He disposed of the rubber and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to come out. He just hoped things didn't turn awkward between them. He certainly wouldn't object if she decided to stay the night.
A few minutes later, she came out wrapped in a thick towel. She was a bit taller than average, five-seven, maybe five-eight, and her long legs stretched out from the short terry cloth. She had even removed the stockings, he noticed with some disappointment. But then again, her shapely thighs looked just as good without them.
"Hey," he called out. "You okay?"
She made her way toward the bed where he still sat, the sway of her hips stealing his attention. Even through the towel, he could make out the curves of her exquisite figure.
No, one night with her would not be enough.
She greeted him with a soft smile when she reached him. "Yes, of course I'm okay," she said quietly, still holding on to the towel.
He reached out and lightly brushed a finger along the outside of her thigh, wanting to feel her skin. It was soft and smooth, and he was eager to have those legs wrapped around him again. "Good, 'cause we're not done yet," he murmured.
"No, we're not done." There was mild amusement in her husky tone as she stepped back, away from his hand.
He studied her angular face. His gaze travelled up from her full, sensually shaped lips up to her high cheekbones and slanted, deep-set eyes. There was something vaguely familiar about those dark eyes, but from the distant look in them, he could tell something had changed. And he wanted to know what.
But whatever he was about to say fled his mind when she dropped the towel. She stood there before him gloriously naked.
"Ready for round two?"
Those throaty words, spoken so softly, got him more than ready. Her full breasts, lush hips, and narrow waist formed the perfect hourglass. The image before him made his heart race, and his cock jerked.
Oh, yeah. I'm ready.
But he couldn't find the words, so he simply nodded. If he hadn't been so aroused, he would have laughed at himself. He, David Carrone, experienced "ladies man", was rendered speechless by a dark, satin-skinned temptress.
He reached out to touch her, but she pulled away. He glanced up at her face only to find amusement creasing the corner of her lips. Frustrated, he reached for her again. He didn't have time for games.
Again, she pulled away. He growled.
"Hold on there, stud. It's my turn now, and I want to play a game."
"No."
"Please," she said, pouting. "I think you'll like it."
She reached out and stroked the side of his neck, trailing her fingers down his chest, and his cock grew harder. He didn't have to say anything else. She had him.
Pushing him down on the center of the bed, she crawled over him. He grinned up at her, his heart pounding in anticipation.
"If you wanted to ride, sweetheart, you should've just said so. I won't object."
Her lips quirked. "But there's a twist," she whispered.
"And that is...?"
She pulled out a long, black thin strip. It was one of her thigh-highs. "You can't touch."
He was intrigued-and more than a little excited. The satin material was flimsy at best. When he was ready, he'd have his turn.
"Okay, I'll play," he said. "But what do I do while you play cowgirl?"
Her laugh was husky and enchanting. "You watch." She pulled his hands above his head and began looping the delicate material around his wrists, binding them together. In her current position, her beautifully ample breasts hovered just above his face. He flicked his tongue over a nipple and watched as it puckered. She inhaled sharply, but continued her task of knotting the nylon at the top of the headboard.
He lifted his head slightly and managed to pull a nipple fully into his mouth. He sucked eagerly at the swollen bud, flicking his tongue across the hard point. She moaned softly, bringing her hand to his head and holding him to her lovely breast. He grazed his teeth across her sensitive flesh then bit down gently. At her sharp gasp, he pulled away.
"Did that hurt?"
She peered down at him through heavy lids and long bangs. "No," she whispered, tucking her lower lip between her teeth. "It felt great."
David was rigid with need. Everything she did was sexy. He tried to move his hands to run them over her breasts, but they jerked back above his head. The smooth bindings were wrapped firmly around his wrists, keeping him from reaching for her. Agitation rose in him when he realized he wouldn't be able to touch her soft skin.
He forced himself to relax. This was her show, he reminded himself, and when she was done, he would take over.
But what little intelligence he had left fled when she slid down his body, her soft skin gliding over him like warm silk. Her lips pressed down on his neck, then his chest, and he couldn't hold back the deep groan that rumbled from his throat. She ran her tongue against his flat nipple then sucked at it hard.
David growled, his body jerking from the intense sensation and he unconsciously tugged on the ties again.
She looked down at him, and a teasing smile flashed on her full lips. "I see it works both ways." She continued her descent, placing feather-soft kisses on his pelvis and down his thigh.
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bsp; For a moment, he thought-hoped-she would take him into her soft, warm mouth. His balls tightened as precum seeped out of his straining cock. He was harder than he'd ever remembered being in his life and so close to release that it was driving him crazy.
She continued moving down the length of him, and David gritted his teeth, enduring the sweet torment. His cock twitched in anticipation. He closed his eyes and waited.
But she was gone.
He lay there, drawn tight with unspent need. The unnatural stillness in the room was unsettling, and his eyes flew open. Her shadowy figure was by the desk, and she was quickly slipping on her bra. But in that moment, all his sex-clouded brain could register was that his cock was jutting painfully toward the ceiling and she was clear across the room.
"What the hell are you doing over there?" His sharp voice splintered the silence in the room. She visibly flinched but said nothing. "Get back here and finish what you started," he barked through clenched teeth.
He jerked at the ties around his wrists, but they only seemed to tighten further. His arms were stretched high above his head, limiting his movements.
"I'm sorry," she said, as she quickly slipped on a figure-hugging black dress. "I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did. I mean, I had hoped to get you in bed, but I didn't expect us to..."
Cold trepidation began to settle in his gut.
"Anyway, sex with you wasn't part of the plan," she rushed out. "Now things have gotten a little...complicated." She turned away and began muttering to herself, "What's done is done. We can't take it back."
His anger and frustration swiftly turned into white, hot fury. He jerked at the bindings violently, wishing he could wrap them around her pretty little neck.
"Don't," she cried out, whirling to face him again. "You'll only make it tighter, and then it'll be harder for you to cut through."
David fought to push his anger aside and think. She had him duped good. Yet he didn't know what angered him the most-the fact that she'd made a fool out of him or that he still wanted her to finish what she started.