Rude Awakening

by Veronica Chadwick

  “Mmm. Damn traffic.”

  Jaimee chuckled. “It’s rush hour.”

  “Yet no one is rushing anywhere.”

  “Good point.”

  “We should have just jumped in the back seat of my car. It’s big enough. This is going to make me crazy. All I can think about is your soft pussy, dripping with all that sweet honey.”

  “I can’t breathe when you say things like that. I can barely sit still.”

  “Fuck.” He groaned. “Pull over.”

  “No.” She laughed. “The anticipation will only make it feel better.”

  “If it feels any better I don’t think I’ll live through it.”

  “I’m willing to test that theory.”

  “Are your nipples hard?”

  “Wait a minute, I’ll check.” She was being facetious. Of course they were; they were aching. But because she was feeling wild, racy and uncharacteristically uninhibited she grinned and bit her bottom lip as she unbuttoned her shirt and let her fingertips rasp over the stiff peaks through her bra. Her breath caught in her throat at the spiral of sensation that whipped through her. Had she ever been so salacious?

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. “Now touch your pussy.”

  “I can’t do that…”

  “Yes you can. Tell me how slick you are.”

  “But there are trucks.” Someone could look over and see what she was doing.

  “It doesn’t matter. They won’t know you’re doing anything.”

  “What if the traffic starts moving?”

  “Then you can stop. Do it.”

  It was wicked, and so exciting she couldn’t resist. In all her adult life she’d never done anything as daring as she had today and damn if it didn’t feel good. Jaimee took a deep breath and with shaky hands unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She slipped her hand beneath the elastic band of her panties and cupped her pussy.

  “Tell me, baby, how wet are you?”

  “My panties are soaked, I’m drenched,” she breathed shakily.

  “Touch your clit, Jaimee. Imagine it’s my hand and with one finger circle it for me.”

  “Lucas, I can’t, I’m too close.”

  “It’s okay, baby. You can. Do it now, our exit’s coming up.”

  With a whimper she pushed on the brake, leaned back and pressed one finger between the swollen folds of her pussy to glide through the slick heat upward and over her hardened clit. A soft moan escaped her lips.

  “That’s it. Damn you’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to taste you, Jaimee…”

  She watched the car in front of her, thankful that they were at a standstill at the moment, and traced her fingertip around the firm nub. “Oh God.”

  “…feel you around me, gripping my aching dick,” he growled into the phone.

  “Oh hell.”

  “I want you naked beneath me. I want to see your body flushed pink with arousal. I want to see your pretty pussy and your beautiful breasts with their juicy berries just begging to be sucked.”

  Her head fell back against the headrest, her body shuddering as sharp unrelenting pulses of her orgasm pounded through her.

  “Mmm, yes. Good, that’s so good. Jaimee, sweetheart.”

  “Hmm?”

  “You need to drive now, baby.”

  She opened her eyes to see that the car in front had moved forward some distance. Keeping her eyes trained straight ahead, careful not to look at the people or person in the car beside her she drove forward. The heat crawled up her neck to burn her cheeks with embarrassment. “Um. I’m hanging up now. Bye.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Standing on the porch, Jaimee watched Lucas sprint across the street toward her. There was such grace in the fluid motion of his body, elegance and raw power. His hair was nearly dry now, lifted by the cool air. His eyes were focused on hers. Even at a distance he could command her attention, control her desire. As soon as he reached her he took her face between his wide palms and bent his head to kiss her, but she held up a hand, her fingertips lightly touched his lips.

  “Oh no you don’t. I’m mad at you.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  The sensual curve of his lips had desire curling through her abdomen, urging her to give in. She resisted, barely. “Yes. I am. It’s not fair that you get to torture me like that while you sit back all self-satisfied and arrogant.”

  His lids lowered slightly as he kissed her fingers, her palm, disarming her enough to take the keys from her without her even noticing. “Do you honestly think that wasn’t torture for me? I had to stay in control or we may have caused a serious pile up.”

  “It was your fault though!” Somewhere in the back of her mind it occurred to her that the things they’d done, the things she still wanted to do, should probably mortify her. Instead she enjoyed being wild and mischievous. Free. A quick flush of heat infused her cheeks.

  He reached around her, crowding her as he backed her into the house. His lips hovered above hers. “I’ll gladly accept the blame. But arguing with you is not what I have in mind.” With a kick he slammed the door closed. Jaimee was too mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes to move.

  “Maybe I want to argue.” Did that dark, husky voice really come from her?

  Abruptly his hands fisted on the lapels of her blouse and her back met the wall, effectively silencing her and halting her retreat. His knee wedged between her shaky thighs and her lips parted on a gasp. “Too bad.”

  His kiss was rough, hungry, desperate. Fire ignited, raged uncontrollably, heating her blood, melting her bones. It was official—she’d become a kinky, perverted nympho and she didn’t give a damn. As a matter of fact she was letting go, which only meant she would probably get a lot worse.

  Provoking him turned her on. It had to be obvious to him that she was challenging him but she so loved it when he aggressively pursued, demanded, took and gave pleasure. It was addictive. She clutched at the material stretched across his back. She yanked and pulled until, with a chuckle, he let her get the shirt over his head and off. She tossed it to the floor and let her greedy hands indulge in the feel of him.

  His hands slid down over her breasts, pausing long enough to massage them, rasp his thumbs over their aching crests before dropping to cup her ass. He lifted her hips against him and she gripped his biceps, her fingers flexing on the hard bulging muscles.

  “You’re turning me into a sex maniac,” she murmured against his mouth.

  “Hallelujah,” he groaned.

  Boldly she stroked his tongue with her own. “What if I asked you for sex everyday. Maybe two, three times a day?”

  He caught her bottom lip between his strong white teeth, gently grazing her swollen lip as he pulled away, his eyes locking with hers. “Are you kidding me?”

  The determined, sultry look in his eyes, the rapid pounding of his heartbeat against her palm, his heat, his erection, left no question as to whether or not he wanted her. To be wanted, truly wanted, was amazing and overwhelming. It affected her on every level and sent erotic shivers dancing through her. He moved so fast she could barely keep up.

  Jaimee tried to make her expression serious but she couldn’t help smiling. “No, I’m serious. What if I got addicted, became this raving sex fiend and hounded you for it constantly?”

  “Hound me.” His lips trailed a searing trail down her throat, licking the sensitive hollow between her collarbones. With one hand he deftly unbuttoned her shirt and unfastened the clasp, freeing her breasts. Before she had time to consider the slickness of the move he lifted her breast to his mouth, firm lips closing over the nipple. He drew on it, laving the tip with his tongue. Jaimee couldn’t think straight, she could only feel, only wanted to feel. Her fingers speared into his hair, clutching him in desperate need to hold his face to her chest.

  Lucas groaned, cupping and kneading her breast as his warm breath fanned her damp nipples. The intensity of her arousal was fierce, like a beast clawing at her, tightening its grip o
n the core of her. “How?” she whimpered huskily. “How do you do this to me?”

  “Hold on to me, baby.” His voice was dark and rough.

  Lucas moved away only fractions, just long enough to unbutton her jeans and push them down. Jaimee quickly wiggled to free herself from her pants as she tugged at his belt, her hands shaking. Lucas gently pushed them away and accomplished the task deftly.

  His hand slid down her thigh, lifted it to wrap around his hip. There wasn’t any time to consider the action or react with anything other than primal need. She rose on tiptoes and clung to him, holding her breath as he guided the thick head of his cock past her folds to the entrance of her sheath. With the very first savage thrust, she shattered. A scream tore from her as Lucas surged into her body.

  “Good God,” he groaned harshly through clenched teeth.

  All she could do was hold on as the violent and unrelenting pleasure claimed her. The mind-numbing waves of sensation barely eased their grip before building again. The muscles of her legs tightened, her heel pressed into his hip as he pistoned into her harder, faster.

  “Oh, please. Don’t stop.” Jaimee struggled for breath as a second orgasm ripped through her. Her cries blended with Lucas’s harsh moan as his climax erupted in hard pulses, filling her with his liquid arousal.

  Jaimee trembled, her breath shuddered from her lungs as Lucas pulled her into his arms. His hand sifted through her hair and held her head to his chest. The moment was earthshaking and tender. Lucas was breathing as heavily as she and his heart was pounding, strong and loud. She had failed to keep her head about her. Clearly her heart was leading and she didn’t give a damn.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” he murmured into her hair.

  “Oh wait. I forgot the clothes.” Jaimee’s voice was soft and raspy. Lucas smiled into Jaimee’s tousled hair and with his hands on her hips guided her up the next flight of stairs. He was sincerely surprised she’d made it to the landing before remembering their clothes strewn onto the hallway floor.

  “Forget the clothes.”

  “But I really should pick ’em up.”

  “They’ll still be there in the morning.”

  She grinned. “Okay. Fine. Whatever.”

  In her bedroom she turned in his arms, her fingers speared through his hair and pulled his head down to take his mouth. She was sexually aggressive, voracious, demanding and he loved it. Her soft sweet lips nibbled at his as her nails grazed his scalp. It sent electricity sparking a course through every nerve, firing his blood.

  “Wait.”

  “For what?” He cupped her ample bottom and squeezed gently as he walked her back toward the bed. God, he loved her ass.

  “Bathroom break. Just really quick.” She kissed him hard and fast. “I’ll be right back.”

  Letting her go, he sighed roughly and rubbed a hand over his face. “Okay. But hurry.”

  She giggled as he turned and fell back on the bed. He rose up on his elbows and shook his head as he watched her walk away. Soft waves of sable swung over her shoulders down to the gentle dip in her back which tapered perfectly at the waist then flared into the most incredibly sexy hips and ass God ever created. Her legs were long and shaped beautifully to fit around his waist, strong enough to hold on.

  He sat up and glanced at her end table. As he expected it was all very orderly. There was only a lamp, a romance novel lying on top of a Bible and a phone. With one finger he hooked the handle and quietly opened the small drawer. It was empty except for an address book. Poor girl didn’t even have a pocket rocket. He made a mental note to remedy that as soon as possible. The sound of the toilet flushing had him pausing. He listened for the faucet to be turned on before he picked up the address book and quickly scanned it. Nothing stuck out. He replaced it and shut the drawer. Jaimee was still washing up.

  Again he shook his head as he picked up the romance novel, correction, erotic romance novel. Shameless by Lora Leigh. He leaned against her headboard and thumbed through the book. His brows slowly rose as he read the page she had bookmarked with her little beaded string thing.

  “Khalid.” His voice sounded torn from his throat as he continued to stare at Courtney.

  “Yes, Ian.” Khalid’s darkly accented voice was harsh with arousal.

  “I require a third.”

  “With pleasure, Ian.”

  Ms. Jaimee was reading some seriously risqué material. He doubted his prim little Jaimee would ever want two men at once. It wasn’t all that surprising to him, however, that she would read about it. There was a wildfire inside her that had been banked way too damn long. If he had his way it would soon be blazing out of control, and he wanted to be caught right in the middle of it. Even if it meant he’d be burned alive.

  This book was hot and he imagined what she looked like reading it. Did she nibble at that sweet bottom lip of hers? Did she squirm? Touch herself? God help him, he’d love to watch her read it. Watch her expression as she absorbed the fantasy of what was happening on the pages. Or better still, read it to her.

  Finally the water stopped running and Jaimee came out of the bathroom. Unfortunately she’d wrapped herself up in her robe. Even wrapped in a bulky terrycloth robe she was sexy and so pretty. That curious ache that clutched at his heart was there again, making him want more than he could have, more than he deserved.

  Pushing the troubling thoughts aside, Lucas inhaled deeply as he looked back at the words on the page. The urge to tease her was too strong to resist. He lifted his gaze without lifting his head.

  “Sweetheart.” Keeping his voice low, rough and seductive he continued. “Do you require a third?”

  The corner of his mouth lifted as he watched her eyes widen, her cheeks go rosy pink. She recovered quickly, however, squared her shoulders and cleared her throat. Her lids lowered over eyes that sparkled in playful seduction.

  “You know, I never thought about it,” she teased, letting her robe fall open just slightly as she walked toward him. “Might not be a bad idea. Might lighten your load a little bit. It’s something to consider.”

  Lucas chuckled as he dropped the book back on her nightstand and sat up. “Don’t worry about me, baby. I believe I’ll manage to keep up.” He smiled mischievously, parted her robe, placed both hands on her bare waist and tugged her close to stand between his parted thighs. “Doesn’t matter really, because I’m not willing to share.” He nuzzled the soft flesh just below her breasts. Her fingers sifted through his hair. She smelled so good, warm, sweet…

  “Lucas?”

  There was a barely perceptible tremble in her voice that had him frowning slightly as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. “Jaimee?”

  Her fingers flexed against his scalp nervously. “You know I was just teasing, right? I mean, I don’t really want a threesome.”

  “Good.” He grinned.

  “Can I ask you a question?” Lucas had no idea what she was about to ask but judging from the tension in her body, the way she nibbled her bottom lip and furrowed her brow whatever the question was going to be, he’d better tread carefully with his answer.

  He lay back on the bed and pulled her down beside him so they were facing each other. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her before he answered. “You can ask me anything.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Well, it’s actually more of a suggestion.” Oh God. Could he hear her heart thump against her ribs?

  Lucas looked at her but said nothing.

  “Um…I’m finding that the thing you’ve been doing…” She frowned; there was no delicate way to put this at all. Jaimee closed her eyes tight, took a deep breath and blew it out. “All right, well, I really like it when you do what you do to my…um…back door area.” Well damn, that was stupid.

  “Good. I’ll keep doing it then,” he murmured against her throat.

  “Um, it would be okay with me if you wanted to…elaborate on it?” For a moment Lucas paused and met her gaze again. His eyes were so dark, so f
ocused. The intensity in them was breathtaking. The heat that infused her cheeks was not from shame. Maybe she did feel a little sheepish but besides what she’d read in the very erotic romance novels she’d been reading, Maxine’s occasional titillating accounts of her adventures in “boo fooin’” had her curious. However, the intense pleasure Lucas gave her when he did what he did made her bold.

  “Anything you want, Jaimee.” His kiss was powerful in its simplicity. His lips were so soft, so firm, warm, tender. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do to please you, make you happy…well, almost nothing. I was serious about not sharing you.” He smiled and gently stroking her back from shoulder to hip.

  Jaimee let her gaze fall to his mouth again with a melodramatic sigh. “Fine, I guess I’ll make do.”

  Putting a hand over his heart he affected an exaggerated expression of solemn indebtedness. “I promise to work night and day. I won’t let you down, Ms. Turner.”

  She laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Goofy.”

  “You have no idea.”

  She smiled contently and cuddled closer. “I’m glad I didn’t freak you out.”

  With one finger he lifted her face and took her mouth, his lips pressed possessively against hers, his tongue stroking her own. One kiss let her know his hunger, his need to be a part of her. When he finally pulled back, he held her face between his hands.

  “Look at me.” She lifted her eyes to his and held her breath. “Jaimee, baby, to me you are perfect. You aren’t going to freak me out or push me away. Anytime, anywhere, anything, I’m yours. Understand?”

  In that one statement, Lucas fulfilled a need in her that she didn’t know she had. Silently Jaimee nodded and traced the strong line of his jaw with her fingertips as she struggled for control. His body tensed and he sat up, listening. A moment later the familiar sound of the slamming of a car door reached her ears. In record time she leapt off the bed and was across the room to peek out the window blinds.

  “Damn! It’s my mother.”