Dating Outside Your DNA

by Karen Kelley

  She shook her head. “That will never happen.”

  He lowered his head, brushing his lips across hers. The familiar heat began to build, there was an intensity that flowed between them. She leaned into him, licked her tongue along his neck. She felt the tremble that went through him, just barely perceptible, but it had been there. There was something empowering knowing that she could make him tremble.

  “Will anyone bother us in here?” The conference room was at the end of the hall so she wasn’t that concerned. She would hate for Gavin or Johnny to come back for papers or something. They could always prop a chair against the door.

  “I’m the only one with a key.” He began to unbutton her blouse. “But there will be one problem that can’t be helped.”

  “What’s that?” She undid the first few buttons on his shirt, exposing a light sprinkling of dark hair. She remembered how the hairs had tickled her nipples.

  “There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that I’ll ever look at the table in the same way because I plan on stripping off your clothes and making love to you on top of it.”

  She sucked in a breath.

  “Do you know what I’m going to think about every time I look at the table?” he continued. “I’m going to be thinking about you lying naked on top of it, your legs spread wide as I slowly enter your hot body.”

  What had started out as a fluttering from deep inside her belly suddenly moved downward and tickled between her legs. She liked the thought of Roan picturing her naked on the table, but she had a different vision, and she liked hers a lot better.

  “And what if you’re the one on the table?” She unbuttoned the last button and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. It fell to the floor with just a whisper. She shrugged her shoulders and her shirt was the next to go.

  He cupped her breasts. They were barely covered by a bit of white lace. She watched as he lightly stroked across the lace. It was sensual, sexy.

  “What did you have in mind when you had me naked on the table?” he asked. “Having your way with me? Taking control?”

  “That feels good.” She was so lost in her own pleasure that it took a moment for his words to sink in. Damn it, he was making her forget that she was seducing him. She pushed his hands away. “Would it bother you to let me take charge?”

  He shook his head, a slow smile curing his lips. “Not one bit. I think I even like the idea.”

  “Good, because I want to do the exploring this time.”

  His smile changed to a frown. “Is it getting warm in here?”

  She’d noticed it, too. “Yeah, but it feels different from the last time.”

  “As though it’s coming from both of us, and not just you.”

  She placed a hand on his chest. “You’re right.” Heat radiated off him in waves. “It’s almost as though I’ve transferred some of my heat to you. That’s odd.”

  “You don’t feel as hot to me.”

  She cocked an eyebrow. “Are you saying I’m not as hot?”

  He reached behind her and snapped the clasp on her bra and had it off before she could even make one little sound of protest. Not that she would have.

  “Oh, you’re real hot.” He stared at her breasts.

  It was all she could do to swallow.

  “But the heat doesn’t burn like it did the first time.”

  “It’s almost as though you’ve accepted my heat, taking some of it as your own.”

  “Is that possible?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t have a clue. Does it bother you there might be a chance you could burn an earthling if you made love to her?” She hadn’t thought this would happen. Nor the fact that Roan might have sex with another female. She didn’t like that thought at all.

  On the other hand, if his body temperature rose when he was horny, she might be the only one he would ever be able to have sex with. She certainly didn’t want to think of him with another woman, but she sort of felt guilty that she might have ruined him for them.

  He looked as though he was still thinking of the possibility that he might not be able to have sex with anyone besides her. She slipped her hands inside his pants and unfastened the top button.

  “I doubt you would get so hot that you could actually burn a woman.” She didn’t want to get into a discussion of whether he could sleep with anyone besides her. That was kind of a mood killer for her.

  “But you’re not sure.”

  “No, not exactly.”

  She quickly pushed his pants and briefs down. She didn’t think she would ever get tired of looking at him, especially naked. The one night she’d been with Roan, she hadn’t had a chance to examine him because he’d kept her in a frenzy of passion all night. But now, in the well-lit training room, she could look her fill, and she planned to do just that.

  He caught her shoulders. “I’m not sure about this.”

  “I’m absolutely, one hundred percent sure we should have sex.” She stroked her fingers down the front of his penis. He was nice and hard. She liked the way he quivered when she touched him.

  He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes closing.

  “You really don’t want me to touch you like this?” She grasped him full in her hand before sliding his foreskin down, then back up. She bent down and ran her tongue over the soft tip. He tasted salty. She liked the way he felt against her tongue. She wanted to do more but she straightened, letting her breasts brush across his chest hairs. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do any of that?”

  Something close to a growl erupted from him. He quickly kicked out of the rest of his clothes, but when he reached for her, she pushed against his shoulders. He moved back. When his butt was against the table, she pushed a little harder and he sat down.

  “I want you naked,” he said.

  “I want you inside my mouth.” She leaned down, bracing her hands on either side of him and sucked his penis inside her mouth.

  He groaned and grasped her head.

  She knew she was pleasing him just as he’d pleased her. His mouth on her sex had been an incredible experience, but knowing she was giving him pleasure was nice, too. She liked the way he felt inside her mouth, the way it felt to run her tongue over the ridges.

  And there was the heat. She could feel it even more now. Almost like stepping into a furnace, but the heat didn’t burn. And there were the waves of color that swirled around them, caressing them like tiny fibers of sensual tingles. It took her a moment to realize he was pulling her up.

  “My whole body is on fire for you.”

  Worry filled her. “Does it hurt?”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “No, it just makes me want you more.” He unfastened her shorts and pushed them down.

  She quickly kicked out of them, standing before him wearing only a white lacy thong. The way he looked at her with such burning intensity made her feel like the sexiest woman on Earth.

  “Have I mentioned how I love the white lace?”

  “Want me to leave it on?” She stepped back, sliding a finger beneath the top band.

  For an answer, he moved off the table and scooped her in his arms. She yelped, then quickly stifled the sound. They might be at the end of the hall, but she didn’t want to take any chances.

  He set her on the table. She lay back against the hard surface. Her body heat warmed it up nicely. “I want you so badly.”

  “I know the feeling.” He climbed up and lay beside her, cupping her breast.

  It was all she could do to think when he touched her like this. She rolled to her side so that she faced him, sliding her hand over him, caressing his arm, his waist, the curve of his butt.

  He nuzzled her neck, nipping lightly with his teeth. Incredible sensations swirled low in her belly. But she wanted more. She nudged his shoulder until he was on his back, then she straddled him, her body pressed against his.

  “Ah, yes, that’s good,” he moaned, clutching her hips. “Your pussy feels good against my dick.”

  Her body trem
bled. She never would have imagined his words would turn her on rather than embarrass her, but they did.

  “You like that? I mean when I talk dirty.”

  She stopped moving. Her face grew warm. It was one thing to know he turned her on with his naughty talk, but another to admit it.

  He reached up, stroking his fingers across one nipple. “Never be embarrassed to tell me what you like. It turns me on, too.”

  He was right, and she wanted to give as much as she received. “I want to feel you inside me.” She moved against him. He grasped her legs. “I want to feel you buried deep inside me, moving in and out.”

  “You’re a quick learner,” he said, his words strained.

  “I think I like sex talk.”

  He rose up a fraction creating more pressure against her. She gasped, not expecting the rush of sensations caused by the friction of his dick against her. Nor was she expecting him to slide his fingers from her thighs up to her sex.

  “I love looking at your pussy,” he said before he opened the folds.

  She gasped, reaching her hand down to shield herself.

  “No, let me look at you. I want to know everything there is to know, to see everything there is to see, to touch and kiss all of you.” He rubbed his thumb up and down her labia. “Do you like that? Does it feel good?”

  She nodded, tried to swallow and couldn’t.

  He wet his thumb, then ran it up and down her again, a feather touch only. She whimpered.

  “What?” he asked.

  She nudged toward his thumb. “More.” She closed her eyes, her hands resting on her thighs. “I need more, Roan. Please.”

  He pressed harder. She couldn’t take a deep breath. She could only lose herself in what he was doing to her body.

  “I can feel your body tense. You like me touching your pussy, massaging it faster and faster.”

  She bit her bottom lip. “Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Yes. Almost. Almost.” Pleasure rippled over her in hard waves. Her body stiffened. She cried out, gasped for air. She sank down to Roan’s chest, her breathing ragged. She barely knew when he moved her to her back, then grabbed his pants. She heard the foil packet tear, then he was nudging her legs open, sliding inside her body.

  He went deep, then slowly came out. That felt good. She wiggled her butt into a better position. He slid deeper the next time. Even better.

  “I love fucking you. The heat, the swirling lights. It’s like plugging into a 220 outlet except the shock isn’t there, only the charge and it feels fantastic.”

  Heat began to build inside her.

  “Next time I don’t just want to caress your pussy with my fingers. I want to taste you on my lips, with my tongue. I want to slide my tongue up and down you.”

  Her body clenched. She raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

  “Now you’re ready.”

  She was more than ready.

  He moved harder and faster inside her. She tightened her inner muscles. He gasped.

  “Oh, God, yeah, just like that.”

  He pushed harder, deeper. She met every thrust as the lights spun above her, as the heat began to build once again. She clutched his shoulders, her body trembled. Roan growled from low in his throat, his body jerked. She gasped for a breath. He jerked again, moaned, then eased to the table.

  “Don’t pull…uh…out yet.” She still needed the connection, but now that they had both reached a climax, she was a little embarrassed by what she’d experienced. Would it always feel like this? Every time she was with him, would it be like the very first time? She hoped so.

  “I’m not leaving anytime soon,” he said into her hair, then rolled to his side, taking her with him. “It’s a good thing this is a long, wide table.”

  She smiled. Yeah, it was, and a sturdy one, too.

  “Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?”

  She shook her head, enjoying the sound of his voice.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

  She heard a door slam down the hall. It reminded her how near other people might be.

  “Want to get dressed and grab a soda out of the snack room?” he said.

  “That sounds good. I suddenly feel starved.” They got off the table. She knew she was smiling like a fool, but she didn’t care. She glanced away as he disposed of the condom.

  And saw the table.

  It was as though an impression of her back and butt had been burned into the wood. “Oh no,” she breathed.

  Roan walked back to the table and looked down at it, then laughed. “This wasn’t exactly what I meant when I said I’d be imagining you naked on the table.”

  She glared at him as she reached for her clothes and began to jerk them on. “It isn’t funny. An impression of my ass is burned into the table.”

  He lightly stroked the outline. “But it’s a very sexy ass.”

  Butterflies fluttered inside her as she watched him lightly caress the burned area. An all too familiar ache began to grow inside her. She wet her suddenly dry lips.

  No, damn it! She cleared her mind of anything remotely sexual. “It can’t stay like this. There is no way I’m going to walk in here tomorrow morning and see my ass on the table.”

  He grinned. One of those slow seductive smiles that curled her toes and made her pulse beat faster. It was all she could do to concentrate.

  “We have to get rid of the table,” she said.

  His eyebrows rose. “Tonight? Now?”

  “Yes, tonight.” She went to one end and tried to pick it up, but it didn’t budge. It was really solid, in fact. She gritted her teeth and tried again. There was no way she would be able to help him move the table.

  “Heavy?”

  “Yes.” She frowned. He wasn’t being a bit of help.

  “Look. I think it’s starting to fade.”

  She examined the area. He was right. It was kind of like resting sweaty palms on a glass surface, then watching them slowly disappear. She wiped her hand across the impression. Nothing changed. If it faded, then it would have to do it on its own time.

  He walked around to her side and took her into his arms. “Let’s go get something to drink. We’ll talk a little, maybe walk to the small park, then we’ll return to see if the rest has faded.”

  She laid her head against his chest. “And if it hasn’t?”

  “Then I’ll blow up the building and all the evidence will be destroyed.”

  She smiled. “You can’t do that. There are people in the building.”

  “That might be a problem. Maybe I’ll just get a sander and go over the surface.”

  “That might work better.”

  “Then it’s settled.”

  He let go of her and started for the door, but stopped. “Oh, one other thing. You might want to grab your bra off the back of the chair.”

  She whirled around. He was right. She automatically reached up to her chest, but knew she hadn’t put it back on.

  “Want me to check for you?”

  Her nipples hardened. “Hush.” She scooped up her bra, and keeping her back to him, removed her shirt and put on her bra, then followed with her shirt.

  “You could’ve told me I’d forgotten to put it on.”

  He shook his head. “I loved watching the way they bounce just a little when you walk. It’s a hell of a turn on.”

  She wondered if she would survive his naughty talk. Even now, she could feel warmth spreading over her.

  “Later,” he promised as if he could read her thoughts.

  His words sent a riot of hot sexy emotions through her. She would so hold him to his promise. But how much later? Sheesh! She was certainly making up for years without sex.

  He grabbed her hand and squeezed after they left the training room, and he didn’t let go. She loved feeling this connection with him.

  He’d said she might grow to hate him over the following weeks. There was no way she would ever hate him. He’d opened up a whole new world
for her. Hate him? No, that would never happen.

  Chapter 21

  Lyraka hated Roan. She hated the ground he walked on, the air he breathed, his family—if he had any hidden under a rock somewhere. He’d only talked about his aunt. She hated everything about him.

  “Lyraka, you’re not trying hard enough,” Roan said.

  Speak of the devil.

  “I am trying. Have you ever thought that I might not be any good at throwing knives? It’s not as though I wanted to grow up and join the circus.”

  Warren snickered, but stopped when Roan frowned at him.

  Everyone had mastered throwing knives. Alesha and Reeka had it down pat. Lyraka was the only one who couldn’t get the hang of it.

  “Keep trying.” She stuck her tongue out at him when he turned his back to her. Warren grinned. She felt the heat rise up her face. That had been childish—even though it had felt damn good!

  She was tired all the way to her bones. They’d been working everyday for the last three weeks. Every…single…day. Twelve long, grueling hours. If they weren’t running the obstacle course, they were in the training room. At least her butt impression had faded by the time they’d returned to check it.

  But Roan had been right that she would probably hate him before all the training was over. Hate might be too strong a word. It was more like intense dislike.

  He picked on her. Even some of the others on the team had commented on it. Roan pushed her harder. He always rode her more.

  Her forehead wrinkled. Not literally rode her. Not since that night in the training room. She closed her eyes and sighed as she remembered just how well he had ridden her. Maybe that was her problem. She hadn’t had sex since then.

  Major horniness. That’s the word she’d picked up from Reeka. Reeka had seen the swirls of light above the building that night and casually mentioned it the next day, but Lyraka had kept her face expressionless. At least, she hoped her look had been one of innocence. She’d just as soon not shout out the fact every time she had sex. The swirling lights were bad enough.