Not For Sale

by Rebecca Williams

  "Did you know your top lip is wider than the bottom one?” The question was a husky murmur against her flesh. She shivered. He was paying very close attention to her. Would there be such focus in everything he did?

  She smiled, looking up at him from beneath thick lashes, “We women spend a lot of time scrutinising ourselves. I'm well aware of my imperfections, thank you very much."

  "It's not an imperfection. It makes you look feline, feral, incredibly sexy.” His voice rumbled against her skin.

  Olivia sighed as his mouth moved along her collarbone. His teeth nipped at the soft spot where bone met shoulder. He caught her soft moan of response to his thumb as it brushed across her mouth and along her jaw. This was what she'd been waiting for. She'd never been seduced before, and this was just how she'd imagined it should feel. Slow and sexy. A fire of need building inside her. Stroke upon tingle upon warm rush of breath until her whole being was focused upon what he would do next.

  Easing her down onto the bed, Cain took his position at her side. Olivia reached out a tentative hand, running it over the musculature of his stomach and chest. As her hand reached his shoulder, he leaned forward and lapped at the pale pink areola atop her breast already throbbing heavily with need. He closed his mouth over the peak, sucking hard. She felt her voice hit the back of her throat as she tried desperately not to cry out at the pleasure racing an arc from breast to loin. The sound of her voice shattered the silence, making the purr of pleasure sound ferocious with need. She pressed her lips together, trying to contain the clamour building in her body.

  "Make a noise for me, Olivia. I love to think I can do that to you."

  There was no need for his encouragement. He was wringing little whimpering moans from her with every touch of his lips and teeth to her skin. Warm breath teased across her already wet and straining nipple. Her hand wound in his black wavy hair, she provided all the noise he could have wanted ... almost embarrassingly so. She couldn't seem to stop the cries of pleasure that left her lips every time pleasure shot out from his touch. His mouth returned, ministering to her breasts, increasing her need, always stopping just as breath hissed past her teeth, just as she reached her limit, squirming in his hands. He let her recover, moving his lips to the less sensitive skin over her ribs and belly. He made her wait for his return to her almost painful nipples. He listened to her pant quietly as though he loved the sound. Without touching much more than her breasts, he was driving her to the brink. She hadn't known it was possible.

  Like a man who appreciated the texture of things, Cain preceded the movement of his mouth with his fingertips. Gentle touches and nipping kisses threw heat across her skin. Olivia was living in a blur. None of this made sense. None of it was close to anything she'd experienced before. Somehow the sweet slowness of this man created an intensity of sensation she couldn't control. As his teeth grazed down her ribcage to her waist, she didn't care. All she wanted was for him to hurry. If he didn't she might die.

  From the indent at her hips, he moved in, licking at her navel before continuing down the curve of her stomach to find the border of her black lace G-string. He pulled gently at the lace edge. Her hips lifted from the bed in unadulterated rapture when the thick lace rubbed, drawing hard against her hot flesh. Internal convulsions pounded in the pit of her stomach, pouring wet warmth further down.

  Cain chuckled against her belly before continuing his experiment with her panties. He wound the front of the G-string around a finger, tugging softly, then harder then back to soft, while his lips worked their way back to her breasts. Unable to help herself, Olivia watched what he did. Each move of his finger in the lace pulled the fabric further inside the damp folds of her sex, catching at her clit, dragging jagged exhalations of ecstasy from her lungs.

  "Ah, oui, cher,” she gasped, her voice husky and ragged.

  Blue eyes met hers with the words. He stopped with his lips and gazed at his finger wound in her panties, her body rising from the bed with his movements.

  Settling between her thighs, his laughing sapphire gaze clashed with hers again. In this position, she felt exposed and vulnerable. She wriggled for release. He cupped her bottom in his hands, holding her up for him. Playing with her, he watched and teased until she grasped the crisp sheets in her fists. Her entire body stiffened against the climax that engulfed her.

  Seconds later, when she was shattered yet still throbbing with release, Cain removed the miniscule panties. He ran a finger along the smooth, wet, cleft he'd exposed. Between his hot breath on her thighs and his finger sliding softly over her clit, Olivia almost levitated off the bed.

  "Ah, mon dieu! Je ne peux pas.” Oh, my God! I can't.

  Ignoring her plea, his fingers continued to explore. Parting her already throbbing labia, he found the tiny nub that sent her into a mindless world of screaming pleasure. Every stroke and flick of his fingers dragged wordless cries from her throat. She clawed at his shoulders, attempting to bring him closer, arching her hips from the bed to meet his fingers and lips. Finally, he obliged and came closer. Sliding his big frame over hers was a full body tease. She groaned, twisting beneath him as he eased between her thighs.

  Despite her wetness, she felt herself stretching to accommodate the size of him. Stilling her movements, she met his eyes as he entered her slowly. He smiled down at her. Olivia bit her lip at the feel of him inside her. She shifted, moving her legs further apart, adjusting to him. Her head was off the pillow, her entire body curving to receive him.

  "S'il vous plait, arreter. Je ne peux pas!" Olivia cried. Cain's fierce eyes looked down on her and it struck her that he didn't understand a word she'd said. “Please. Please, stop ... I can't.” This was too much, too intense, she was being dragged into something more than she'd bargained for. This was more than a night of pleasure more than good sex. She felt bonded. Even as she gasped the words, her hands held his shoulders, begging him not to stop. Her thighs quivered around his hips. She was whimpering and moaning, excited and frightened as he inched further in.

  "Don't panic, baby. I won't hurt you.” His hands stroked gently through her hair and his touch changed from that of demanding lover to soothing sweetheart. Who was this man who could so easily be both?

  Olivia closed her eyes, groaning and gasping as inch by terrifying, stretching, filling inch, he moved into her. “I know. Oh, God, Je sais!"

  Thrown back into a vortex of exquisite feelings, she was possessed and completely overwhelmed by him. This time though he was close enough to cling to. Cling she did, gripping his shoulders, winding herself around him as he ground against her. Sensation after divine sensation stabbed through her very being. She bit at his shoulder, licked every bit of skin she could reach, ran her hands over his muscled back, striving to find a shred of sanity in the solidity of him. There was no sanity to be found. Letting go, her entire body shuddered for the second time that night against the body of a man she'd only just met.

  Somewhere at the edge of her senses she felt Cain's body tighten and lift. His hands clutched in her hair. A rumbled groan of satisfaction reverberated through his ribs to her fingertips. Then he relaxed, his forehead resting against her collarbone while his breathing slowed. Unable to stop herself, Olivia stroked fingertips gently down his spine, tracing them back up the muscles of his ribcage. He really was beautiful. He could easily become very addictive.

  His lips returned to hers briefly before he moved away. “Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in a minute."

  Olivia figured he was going to get rid of the condom he'd put on without her even noticing. Then again, the building could have fallen down around them without her noticing. Smiling sleepily at the thought, she savoured the feeling of being completely, utterly, decadently satisfied for the first time in ... well ... ever.

  "You speak French when you're not thinking.” Cain told her while sliding her thigh over his to rest it on his waist, his thumb caressing her knee. White sheets and gold brocade duvet were thoroughly crumpled beneath their bodies. S
he was feeling delightfully rumpled herself. Not enough to lull her into foolish dreams of forever, but enough that she could smile and play the game with him.

  "French parents,” she said, trying to keep information about herself to a minimum. He was just making conversation. She wasn't going to be so dumb as to think he was actually interested. The hand at her knee crept up her thigh, massaging and tickling as it went. “What are you doing?” He couldn't seriously be thinking of more sex. Her thighs quivered, even as she considered whether she could survive more of his touch.

  "I'm thinking."

  "About what?"

  "I'm thinking about what I want next."

  She could hear the smile in his voice. “What do you want?"

  "I want to hear you say my name in that divine French accent.” Tipping her onto her back, he spread her legs, and firmly squeezed the reddened lips of her sex together.

  "Cain!"

  He chuckled, rubbing a rough jaw against the softness of her stomach. “Let me finish, baby. I want you to say my name in that divine French accent while I watch you come for the third time tonight."

  "Oh no, Cain, I can't. It's too much.” Already, he was nibbling his way from her knee back up her thigh.

  "Not a good beginning, baby. Let me hear it in French."

  "Non, Cain, Je ne peux pas. C'est trop!" She finished on a gasp when his teeth bit gently at the ligament stretched taut from her groin to her thigh.

  "I love that voice, and these legs. You have beautiful legs, Olivia."

  "Merci." The word was a moan already.

  He hummed approval against her skin. “Now you're getting it. You're beautiful here too, you know.” A carelessly gentle thumb ran over her clit. “Look how wet you are for me. Begging me to taste you.” He licked at the thobbing nub and a shudder gripped her entire body. Holding her up and open, he deepened his efforts.

  With him lapping at her, in her, Olivia was wordless, mindless, boneless. Then his tongue moved upward, sliding over her labia while his fingers slipped in. She kept herself where he wanted her. His fingers held her feminine lips apart, allowing his tongue to explore further. She was open, exposed to him. Another time she would have been embarrassed by his close inspection, have shied from his nearness, but this was her one night. She would never see him again. What he knew of her body or her response to him wouldn't matter. Then his teeth began a delicate nibble that shocked her out of her skin. Coalescing, her trembling grew to tidal wave proportions and Olivia's entire body rocked.

  Cain stopped suddenly. “Don't forget to say my name, Olivia, or we'll have to try again."

  The heat of his mouth returned. Strong hands splayed around her bottom to keep her where he wanted. Lips and tongue caressed her, lifted her, moving faster, deeper, changing tempo just when she thought she might die of pleasure. She fisted sheets in her hands, her head rolling back and forth in frustration, fighting for the climax she felt just seconds away. When the flood ripped though her, it was devastating.

  "Cain!"

  A quiet, self-satisfied laugh met her ears as his name, heavy with accent and need, tore from her throat. “Baby, you have no idea what that does to me.” He moved over her, kissed her softly on the mouth, and snuggled her back against him.

  Olivia didn't respond. She couldn't speak, the tremors still dying away. The steady beat of his heart thudded against her ear. Never would she have thought a one night stand could have such tremendous results. She'd been looking for memories and, boy, had she gotten them. Grimacing, she wondered if perhaps she'd ruined herself for future lovers, every one of whom would be measured against this night. Still, worse things could have happened. In a few days time, when she was recovered from the overpowering nature of their mating, she would smile dreamily at the memory of him. For now though, she needed a nap. Falling asleep in his arms would be another nice reminiscence of him.

  * * * *

  After what seemed like only minutes of peaceful slumber, Olivia's eyes flew open. Minutes must have been an underestimation, because now there was grey light filtering through the full-length windows of Cain's bedroom. Outside the swank and glittering walls of the Grand Hyatt, Melbourne looked miserable. Groaning, she squinted blearily at her watch. She bolted upright when the actual time impressed itself upon her still fuzzy consciousness.

  Muttering to herself, she bounced out of bed. She flew about the hotel suite, collecting her dress, panties and shoes, and then stood undecided in the middle of the room. Should she get dressed immediately or should she have a shower first? She decided to have a shower when she got home—there was almost nothing worse than putting last night's clothes over clean skin. Having made up her mind, she slid the dress over her head, and ran her fingers through her mussed hair. She frowned at the feel of tangles—they would have to remain until she got home—and sat to put on her heeled sandals.

  Normally at this time of the morning she would be lacing up her running shoes and heading out along the bike paths around her apartment block for her daily dose of adrenaline. These strappy shoes were for a more metaphoric form of running and the adrenaline had come from a different source altogether. However, it wasn't altogether bad. Not bad at all, in fact. For her first ever one night stand, it could probably be deemed a roaring success. Now all she had to do was make a safe getaway.

  Having seen this kind of fireman's exit only on T.V., Olivia readily saw the humorous side of her predicament. Usually, it was the men finding excuses to run away following sex. Generally, they did it far less easily than she was now. Perhaps it was all the buttons and zippers men had to deal with that made them so clumsy while making their bid for freedom.

  Olivia smiled to herself as the tiny buckle at her ankle slid into place. This would certainly be a night to remember. Straightening, she fought off the desire to press a kiss to Cain's forehead while he lay sprawled out and sleeping. Shaking herself back to reality, she stepped out of the bedroom. Tiptoeing was difficult in heels but, even with the soft carpeting cushioning her step, she took care to move silently. Opening the apartment door and stepping a foot across the threshold, a naughty grin tickled at the corners of her mouth. She felt like a child who'd successfully raided the cookie jar.

  Without warning a strong arm snaked about her waist and dragged her back inside, closing the door to freedom. “Where do you think you're going?” Cain's voice was sexy even when accented with tiredness.

  "Home. I have things to do.” She turned back and scowled at him, crossing her arms over her chest. Far from wanting to give out the mundane details of her life, she wanted to maintain the mystery, leave without wrecking the memory.

  "At five in the morning you have things to do? I find that hard to believe."

  "Believe what you like, it's actually five-thirty and I really have to get out of here.” Who was he to doubt her word? Besides, weren't men supposed to dream of interludes like this? She had thought he would wake extremely pleased with not having to deal with a clinging vine, someone that thought sex equalled commitment. Instead, here he was questioning her desire to leave, indicating she should stay.

  "What exactly is it, at five-thirty in the morning, requiring you to run out on the man with whom you've just had mind-blowing sex?” he asked as though he had a right to know. Obviously, he was confident of his performance. Arrogance was distinctly unattractive on him.

  "Not that it's any of your business, but I have an eight o'clock appointment and a full day after that. I still have to get home, have a shower, get changed, and catch trams all the way there. If I don't leave now I will be late."

  He appeared to concede this point. “Can I see you tonight?"

  Olivia exhaled loudly. “I really don't think that would be a fantastic idea, do you?"

  He quirked an eyebrow at her in response, proceeding to lean himself, completely naked, against the back of a lowset lounge. Strategically placed for a view out the window, the square, coffee-coloured lounge now served as a convenient anchor point for an obviously st
ill sleepy Cain. Somewhere behind her rapidly developing bad mood, she was inordinately happy with him for looking as good this morning as he had last night. Last time she'd met a man at a nightclub, she hadn't even recognised him on their next date.

  "Listen, I never do this. It breaks all my personal rules as well as all my boss's rules. Still, I'm glad I did it. However, I don't think trying to create a relationship based solely on sex is a clever thing to do. Obviously neither of us is geared for that kind of thing or we wouldn't be where we are now.” Instantly, she felt the need to bite her tongue. What was she doing, using the “R” word with a stranger?

  "I never said anything about a relationship. I have to see the Turks tonight. They might be a bit upset if you don't agree to meet with them again. After all, you were the star of the show last night.” Now not only were his arms crossed, but his legs at the ankles. The scowl on his face didn't do anything to lighten the mood. He seemed far too defensive for a man who shouldn't care for her at all.

  It was hard to know whether to be crushed or uplifted by his words. She did know enough to be mortified by her assumption he'd be interested in a relationship with her. Why would he? What did they really have in common apart from chemistry? “Call Charlotte, she's got the diaries for all of her escorts. She makes all our appointments.” About to step back through the emergency escape hatch, Olivia had one last thought. “Please don't think this is a regular thing, Cain. Dieu!” Just about choking on the words she had to speak, she struggled on. “Please don't tell anyone about this.” It sounded ridiculous, but if Charlotte found out all hell would break loose. If he told any of his friends or work colleagues, they might assume Charlotte's was a brothel and well ... all hell would break loose.

  "You think I would boast about conquering an escort?"

  He said the word with the same tone he might say hooker. The words stung, striking at all her secret insecurities about accepting this job. She'd never cared much for what others thought of her, but for some stupid reason she cared about what he thought. Her head snapped back like he'd slapped her. She narrowed her eyes on him to let him feel the full extent of her anger, but said nothing. Snatching up her clutch, she left, this time unhindered.