Burn for You

by Marquita Valentine

  “No such thing, baby.” The other bra strap goes tumbling to my elbow and his hands go behind my back, unfastening it. The material falls away, only the lacy cups still in place. “It’s a man’s job to make his woman feel like a sex goddess, and that no other woman could ever do to him what she can with just one glance, with just one touch. That’s my job.”

  “What about my job?” I ask, letting my bra fall to the ground.

  “So damn perfect,” he groans, hands cupping my breasts as his thumbs scrape at my hard nipples. “Your job is to tell me what you like, what you don’t like, and to touch me everywhere. In the bedroom, your job is to own me, even when I’m the one in charge.”

  He makes it all sound so simple, so much more than the groping and clumsiness of what I experienced. The hasty kisses and the oh-so-close orgasms that were constantly a part of my former sex life. My sad, pathetic, short-lived sex life.

  “I don’t care that you’re a virgin,” he says.

  My face flames. The stupid conversation with Meagan. “I’m not a virgin, Beau.”

  He frowns, but confusion is in his eyes, not anger at what he could view as a deception on my part. “But you said you’d never been fucked.”

  I give him a lopsided, embarrassed smile. “I’ve had sex, but not what you’re describing.”

  His head dips, his mouth inches from one of my tight nipples. “Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me if you’re a virgin or not.” He tongues my nipple, and I moan. “Do you know why?”

  His mouth wraps around that same nipple and starts to tug. My mind goes blank. All I can feel is heat and wetness, and Beau. My world is Beau. His hot mouth and tongue heat my body. His piercing is cool against my skin, and I cry out when he lets my nipple pop out of his mouth.

  “Do you?” he asks again.

  “No,” I whisper.

  He stands, lifting my chin so that our eyes meet. “It’s because I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep that you’ll forget every name but mine. You’ll forget every guy but me.”

  Possessive words. Thrillingly possessive words that make my panties wet. “There’s only been one.”

  He gives me a sexy grin. “Aw, baby, don’t try to make it easier on me.”

  “I’m not. It’s the truth.”

  “I know,” he says, then his mouth lowers to mine and he sweeps me off my feet. “Thing is, in racing, in every other part of my life, I’ve always wanted to be first, but with you... I want to be last.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Beau

  I carry Landry to my room and lay her in the middle of the bed.

  She stares up at me with trusting eyes. I swallow, because despite how damn confident I can be on the outside, I nervous as hell on the inside I’m going to mess this up.

  What if I’m going too fast for her? For me? What if I’ve fallen too hard and too quickly like I did with Paisley? I inwardly groan. Not her. Not right now. She said I would think of her, when I was with Landry, and I hate how fucking right she is.

  “Beau,” Landry says softly, pulling me out of my head. She leans up on her elbows, her gorgeous breasts bouncing as she does. She crooks a finger. “Come to bed with me.”

  I grab her ankle, pulling her to me, and then lift her up in my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist, hot little mouth teasing one of my nipple rings.

  “Keep that up, and we’ll be done before we’ve even started.”

  She looks up at me, her teeth catching on the gold ring and tugging. I hiss in pleasure. “That would be so sad,” she says.

  “That’s it.” I throw her on the bed this time, crawling in after her. Sitting up, I begin to unbutton her shorts. “I’d planned on being gentle, but all that playing around...” I flip her on her stomach. “Raise your hips.” I pull her shorts and panties down her long legs, then working my way back up to her delectable ass.

  “Are we going to do it this way?” she asks, her voice a bit high pitched.

  “You’d like it.” I nip a cheek. “I’d make it so damn good for you.”

  She turns over onto her back, her hands coming between us as I rise above her. My pants are still on, but I’d gotten barefoot as soon as I came in the door.

  “Unbutton my pants.”

  Her hands coast down my chest. I suck in my stomach when she gets to my abs. It doesn’t escape my notice she avoided touching the tattoo of my ex’s initials, not that I can blame her.

  I grab her hand before it can go lower and place it right over my heart, right over Paisley’s initials. “First chance I get, this is gone.” I slide her hand down my body. “This is yours.” I push her hand lower, sliding it under the waistband of my pants until she cups me. “You own this. You own me.”

  A sexy smile curves up the corners of her mouth. She takes out our hands and runs them down her body. “And this is yours. You own this.”

  I shake my head, kissing her tenderly. “No, sweetheart. This is a gift, and I’m going to take such good care of it that you never regret giving yourself to me.”

  Landry

  “You can’t be real,” I whisper. “No one could say the things you do and mean it.”

  “Not even you?” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You say unbelievably amazing things.”

  Leaning up, I kiss him again, working at the buttons of his pants. He lifts his hips, helping me get rid of everything that’s between us. I’m shaking by the time he lays me down again.

  His fingers part me, touching me where I’m burning hot and wet. Where desire and need twine so tightly together that I whimper and moan, and beg. His mouth is everywhere, on the side of my neck, the tops of my breasts, nipping at the hard points of my nipples. He kisses his way down my stomach, holding me down when I jump.

  “Spread your thighs,” he says, parting me.

  Light sparks behind my eyes at the first pass of his tongue. “Oh God,” I choke.

  His gaze meets mine, hot and possessive. “Anyone ever do this to you before?”

  I shake my head. He smiles, sexy and wicked.

  “Good,” he says right before he lowers his mouth again.

  I’m dying. I know this. I’m dying of pleasure, of sensation and heat. I grab his hair, his wide shoulder... anything I can touch. One minute I’m begging him not to stop, and the next I’m crying out for him to put me out of my misery.

  “Beau, I’m so close.”

  He stops, crawling up my body like a man bent on debauchery. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel that little pussy hold me tight.” Leaning to one side, he opens a drawer and pulls out a condom. As he rolls it on, he says, “I bought these the other day, because I was hopeful. I didn’t bring any with me; I didn’t expect anything from you.”

  “You’re going to make me cry with all your sweet talking.” I wrap my arms around him, tugging him down to me. Our bare chests meet, his nipple rings a cool contrast against my overheated skin.

  He dips his head. “Then I guess I better start talking dirty, huh?” he says as he starts to push into me. “Look at that, Landry. Your hot little pussy is greedy for my dick.”

  I look down, watching as the large head of his cock disappears inside me. He’s stretching me, making me burn and want more. I tilt my hips, sending him deeper, and he growls.

  “That’s right, baby. Take all of me.” He pulls out and thrusts back in hard.

  I cry out, scratching his back as I try to accommodate his size.

  “Need a little help?”

  “Yes.”

  He sits up slightly, bringing a hand between us and touching my swollen clit. “Slippery and wet.”

  “Please, Beau. Quit teasing me.”

  “Are you begging for me to fuck you now?”

  “Yes.”

  He grins, confident and sexy. “Let me hear you.” Then he does something with his hips that makes his cock hit me in just the right spot. He does it again, and my toes curl.

  “Please, please fuck me. Make love to me,” I pant. “Just move.�
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  “Yes, ma’am,” he says and then he moves, his fingers and thrusts timed so perfectly that my head falls back on the pillow, eyes closing.

  He’s not gentle, but he’s not rough either as he thrusts inside of me. My breasts bounce, and his head falls to the pillow beside mine. I run my hands down his muscular back, keeping my legs spread wide so I can take as much as I can get while he rubs my clit.

  “You feel so good. So damn good that I want to stay inside you forever.” He nips at my ear and I shiver. “I want to fuck you from the time you wake up, until you go to bed. I want you to feel me the next day, even when I’m not inside you. I want you to have the walk that lets every other man know you’ve been claimed.”

  “You ready for all that, baby?” he asks, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder.

  My response is a moan. I can barely hold onto my thoughts or his words now. Suddenly, he grinds the palm of his hand against me and I go up in flames, screaming his name.

  Then he’s roaring mine.

  I float back to earth. Beau is still inside of me. He smiles, tenderly, and says, “I’m not letting you out of this bed. You know that, right?”

  I bite my lip. “Did you mean all the things you said, about you and me?”

  He takes my hand, placing it in the middle of his chest. I can feel his heart beating hard against my palm. “Every damn word.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Beau

  “Isn’t this a little late for you to be up?” Landry asks me while we’re lying in bed together. “I thought you had a six a.m. photoshoot tomorrow.”

  Shrugging, I lean against the headboard. “You’re up, so I’m up.”

  “I saw you yawning five minutes ago,” she says, then her pretty smile melts. “Don’t stay up on my account. I take naps with Mia.”

  “You don’t like our late night talks?”

  She lays her head on my chest, questioning fingers playing with my nipple rings. If I weren’t so damn satisfied from just being inside of her, only minutes earlier, I’d tell her to use her mouth. “You know I do.”

  I sink a hand into her soft hair. “I need to spend more time with Mia. I feel like I’ve been neglecting her.”

  Landry looks up at me. “You’ve been working, Beau, not out living it up.”

  “I’m living my dream though.” I am. I have Landry in my bed, my daughter safe in her crib, and I get paid to race a million-dollar car each day. “I don’t want her to feel unloved.”

  “She knows you love her. And I love her, too” Landry blurts. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but I do.”

  “I don’t, not at all.”

  Landry moves against me, her soft body making me hard. “Beau?”

  “Yes?” Her tongue darts out to lick my nipple ring while she stares up at me.

  “Can I be on top this time?” she asks.

  I pull her on top of me and she shoves the sheets out of her way. Her tits bounce in my face as she leans forward. “Grab the headboard.”

  Shivering, she does as I order and I take a tight nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. “Oh God, Beau.”

  I grab her breasts, bringing them together in the middle. “I could die a happy man right now.” I tease the tip of her neglected nipple with my tongue, and she whimpers. “Do you need more?”

  “I need for you to be inside of me,” she moans, grinding down on me. She’s still wet from before, but I feel the moisture seeping out of her pussy and onto my stomach.

  “Lift up.”

  She raises her hips while I slide on a condom. I grab her waist and position her right over the head of my cock, watching as the tip goes in.

  “Fuck, that’s beautiful.” I rotate my hips a little and another inch slides in. I grit my teeth to keep from coming right then.

  “Please.” Landry tries to wriggle out of my grip, but I only let go long enough to lightly smack her ass.

  “Patience, Miss Basnight. Isn’t that something you should’ve learned in school?”

  She pouts, then a teasing gleam enters her eyes and she gives me a very stern look. “Now, Mr. Montgomery, if you want to earn an A plus, then you’ll have to do better.”

  With a growl, I pull out of her and set her away from me, on the side of the bed. “Is that so?”

  She bites her lip and scrambles off the bed to stand beside an antique secretary. There’s an old fashioned quill lying on it. She looks at it, then back at me.

  I grin, rolling on to one side. Propping my hand under my head, I stroke myself and watch her at the same time. “Something you need to drive home the point, Miss Basnight.”

  “Holy crap,” I hear her murmur. She grabs the quill and taps it once on her hand. “My point is that you haven’t been applying yourself to your studies of the... human body.” She smiles, pleased with herself, and I want to leap off the bed and bend her over the desk. But I like this playful side, and she’s making my fantasy about school teachers come true, without knowing it.

  I squeeze the base of my dick and groan a little. “I’m more than willing to do a little extra credit for you.”

  She sets the quill down so primly that I bite my lip to keep from laughing. I’m turned on, yet this is so much fun. “Come stand in front of me then, so I can give you... directions? Oh my gosh, I’m—” Blushing, she shakes her head.

  I cross the room in a flash. “Don’t stop now, Miss Basnight, not when you were just getting started.”

  Her hazel eyes widen. “I don’t know what to say next.”

  “Tell me what I need to do.”

  “Get down on your knees.”

  I grin as I kneel in front of her. “I’m going to love this extra credit.” Her legs tremble when I touch them. “What do you want me to do now?”

  Her eyes close. “Um, you could... lick me.”

  I run my nose along her inner thigh, breathing in the scent of her arousal. “You want me to lick your sweet pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  “My pleasure.” I lower my mouth, then stop. “Spread yourself.” With shaky hands, she parts herself and I give her a long lick. “Fucking sweet.”

  “Do it again.”

  “Tell me when I’m getting close to that A plus.”

  I dive back in, licking and sucking, and eating Landry out like I have something to prove. Her thighs tremble and shake, her knees bend and her moans are loud enough to be heard out on the water. She clutches at my hair, scrapes my shoulders with her nails, and falls back against the wall.

  I wrap my arms around her hips, trapping her against me, and drinking down all that honey. “Getting close?” I ask.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Good.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and she screams. I don’t stop until her screams turn to whimpers and her grip on my shoulders relax. Then I spin her around, place her hands on the desk, and enter her in one thrust.

  The tight heat of her pussy clenches at me, drawing me deeper. She bucks against me and I reach around to cup her breasts. Her nipples scrape at my palms and I pinch them.

  Adjusting my stance, I begin to thrust into her with long strokes that set my teeth on edge. Making her come had me close already, but this combined with the fantasy-game we played...

  I can’t speak and neither can she. The room is filled with the sounds of us, moaning, groaning and coming together.

  I surge deep inside of her, my hands coming down to her hips and gripping them tight. Another thrust, then another, and I slam into her, coming so hard that I see stars.

  Her body goes limp and my knees go weak.

  “You okay?” I pepper her sexy back with kisses.

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  Pulling out of her, I’m amazed to see that the condom is still on. I dispose of it and walk back into the room. Landry’s still leaning on the old desk, breathing heavily. Her heart-shaped ass jiggling as she stands.

  “A plus plus,” she says, panting a little. “You passed with flying colors.”

  Laughing, I scoop her
up in a hug. Her legs and arms wrap around me. “How about a shower?”

  “I can’t move,” she groans.

  “I’ll do all the washing,” I say, kissing the side of her neck.

  “Beau,” she says in a hushed voice full of emotion. “I don’t want to ever leave here and go back to the real world.”

  My heart slams against my chest as I walk with her in my arms to the bathroom. What does she think will happen when we do? I’ll go back to my life and her to hers? “We can stay for as long as you want.” Cutting on the hot water, I step in the shower and let the water run over us both.

  Her head falls back, pretty eyes glowing as she gazes at me. “You mean it?”

  “You know I do. You, me, and Mia... it will be perfect.”

  Landry’s eyes grow shadowed, and I gently set her on her feet. “But it’s not right. Paisley—”

  I press a finger to her lips, not wanting reality to intrude. I know what Landry will say, what she’ll remind me of... It’ll never be just us. “At this moment it is right.”

  She graces me with a tender smile, full of understanding. “Then it’s perfect.”

  I take her in my arms once more, and wish like hell I hadn’t fucked up my life before her.

  *** *** ***

  “Where are you off to tonight?” Landry asks me with a smile. It’s three days before the preliminary race, and I can barely stand in one place. I’m amped up and ready to drive over the finish line. All this bullshit niceties and parties are starting to wear thin. I came here to win the race, not schmooze.

  “The Romanov Industries party. The owner will be there, with his wife. He’s an earl.” The only events I attend are the mandatory ones, and usually they are interviews with the foreign press. I have translators and a ball-busting handler courtesy of Romanov Industries with me at all times.

  Whether this is to protect their image or me, I have no idea, but I’m not about to screw things up by doing something stupid. So, I smile. I answer fluff questions about my personal life, and I keep Yvette the ball-buster happy.

  Remington keeps calling, and I keep ignoring him. I don’t need his advice, his guilt-fueled confessions or his knowing looks.

  “Oh my gosh. I know exactly who you’re talking about.” She gets this dreamy look on her face. “He’s sooo handsome, and he married a girl from North Carolina. She’s a baker. They have a little boy.”