Reckless Heat

by M. S. Parker

  She made a sound that said she didn't quite believe me, but she didn't add anything as I unlocked the door and we walked inside, my arms still around her. As soon as it shut, I spun us around so that her back was against the door. In the dim light, I could only make out the outline of her face, but it was enough for my lips to find her jaw and begin kissing my way toward her mouth.

  Her hands ran down my chest and around my back as I pressed my body against hers. I found her bottom lip and gently sucked on it, wondering if it would be too much for the demure woman I knew. She moaned, her hands slipping under my shirt to run over my back.

  Apparently not.

  She tilted her head, bringing her mouth into direct contact with mine. Her lips molded themselves to match mine, parting to allow my tongue access. Her fingers and nails left trails of fire across my skin as her hands traced patterns on my back.

  Damn, the woman could kiss.

  I ran my hand down her side to her hip and then further down to lift her leg. I pressed myself against her, wanting her to understand exactly what she was doing to me.

  She tore her mouth away from mine and said a single word. “Bedroom.”

  I was tempted to scoop her up in my arms and carrying her, but I didn't want to risk doing anything that would spoil the moment. I was already surprised at how she was responding to me and if there was anywhere to be cautious, it was at a moment like this. I took her hand and led her to my room. I supposed we could've gone to the guest room she was using, but I didn't know if she had any condoms back there and once we got started, I didn’t want to stop.

  Considering Livie was already tugging at my shirt before we'd made it to the room, I felt it safe to say she didn’t want to stop either. My shirt landed in the doorway and her hands were on my pants. I let her unbutton them, but grabbed her wrist before she could slide her hand inside.

  “Let's get you out of that dress first,” I said. I heard the strain in my voice. As much as I wanted her hands on me, I knew if she kept going, this would be over far too soon.

  She turned and raised her hair so I could unzip her. I was tempted to do it slow, expose each inch of creamy skin bit by bit, but I wasn't in a patient mood. She let the dress fall and stepped out of it, leaving her clad in a matching set of plain, but still sexy, black silk panties and bra.

  “It is your turn.” Her voice had a teasing note.

  I grinned at her, happy to oblige. I made short work of the pants, kicking them off along with my shoes. I paused, letting her get a good look at me in nothing but a pair of increasingly tight gray boxer-briefs. The heat in her eyes said she liked what she saw, and then she was reaching behind her and unfastening her bra.

  “Shit,” I muttered as she freed her breasts. My original suspicions were confirmed. Those were definitely real. And perfect. Her nipples were slightly darker than her hair, and they were just as perfect as the rest of her.

  I closed the distance between us, needing to touch her. I cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and they fit perfectly. I used my thumbs to circle her nipples, then lowered my head to take one into my mouth. I heard her gasp as my lips closed around the sensitive flesh and I began to suck. I alternated suction and flicking my tongue across her nipple until it was hard and then I turned my attention to the other. Livie was murmuring words under her breath that I assumed were in her native language. I just hoped they meant she liked what I was doing.

  I dropped my hand down between her legs, sliding my fingers across the soft material of her panties. She moaned, her hips moving in an unconscious attempt to get more friction. The crotch of the garment was already damp. I slipped my fingers underneath, letting my index finger trace along her slit.

  Then, suddenly, we were tumbling onto the bed and I was landing on my back, Livie on top of me. I stared up at her for a moment, surprised by her actions, and then she was moving down my body, pulling off my underwear, and I forgot about everything but the throbbing shaft begging for attention.

  She leaned down and ran her tongue along the tip of my cock. I made a sound in the back of my throat. I desperately wanted her to take me in her mouth, but I waited for her to take the initiative. My head fell back against the mattress as Livie wrapped her lips around my cock and began to lower her head.

  My fingers curled into fists, bunching my bedspread as the soft wet heat of her mouth engulfed me. She wrapped a hand around the base of my shaft, the part that she couldn't get in her mouth, and began to stroke me in time with the movements of her head. When her other hand cupped my balls, I swore. She'd seemed like such a quiet and reserved person. Where the hell had she learned to do these amazing things with her mouth and hands?

  After what felt like an eternity, and just before I’d have to warn her that I needed a break or I would come, she released me. I let out a breath, my body screaming in protest. I ignored it and sat up. I would return the favor while I gave my overeager dick some time to settle down.

  I pulled Livie back up into the center of the bed. “My turn,” I said as I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. She wasn't completely bare, but the pale curls were thin, doing nothing to hide my goal. I spread her legs and then stretched out between them.

  I planted kisses along the insides of her thighs, enjoying the frustrated mewling sounds she made as I teased her. I couldn't believe how responsive she was. I started with a chaste kiss that quickly became more passionate. My tongue slipped between her folds, dancing across her flesh until I found the bundle of nerves I wanted. I used my fingers to hold her open and then dove in.

  “Prosím, víc!”

  I had no idea what that meant, but considering her hands were gripping my hair and holding me against her, I figured it was a good thing. I slid a finger inside her, marveling at how tight and wet she was. She cried out, pushing her hips down against my finger and then up against my mouth.

  “Ano! Ano!”

  Judging by her tone, I assumed that was an affirmation. I circled her clit with my tongue and added a second finger. I twisted them inside her, searching for that spot that would make her scream new words I wouldn’t understand.

  Her entire body jerked and I knew I'd found it. I pressed my fingers against it as I took her clit between my lips. She wailed, pulling on my hair hard enough to hurt. I felt her body contract as she came, her pussy squeezing my fingers. Fuck! I could only imagine feeling that around my cock.

  I continued working on her clit and g-spot, drawing out her orgasm until she was babbling in Czech. I raised my head and slid my fingers out of her, watching as a shiver ran through her. I reached over to my bedside table and pulled out a condom. I wasn't sure how long I would last, but I was confident I could get her to come at least one more time.

  I held up the condom and looked down at her. As much as I ached to be inside her, I was going to make sure this was what she wanted.

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  “Ano.” She nodded her head. “Yes.” Her eyes were almost black with desire.

  I rolled the thin latex down, stroking myself slowly as I leaned over her and I positioned myself at her entrance. “Slow?” I needed to know because my control was slipping.

  She shook her head. “Fast.” She grabbed my hips.

  I surged forward, burying myself inside her in one long thrust. She cried out, her body arching against mine, pushing me deeper and harder. Her fingers flexed as she slid her hands around to my ass. I felt the unspoken encouragement and began to move. Deep thrusts over and over again. She hooked her ankles behind my knees, giving herself the leverage to meet every stroke and changing the angle of penetration so that the base of my cock rubbed against her clit and the head of it pushed against her g-spot. It was one of those rare moments where all of the pieces came together without any effort.

  I lowered my head without breaking our rhythm and took her nipple between my teeth. I didn't bite down – I wasn't sadistic – but I did nip and suck, using her gasps and moans as indicatio
ns of how much she liked it. I felt her body start to shudder and knew she was close. I sucked the hard little point into my mouth and picked up the pace. I wouldn't last much longer and I didn't want to make her come, then build toward another one I couldn't finish.

  She cried out my name as she came, every muscle tightening around me. Her spasming channel contracted around my cock, massaging it and driving me over the edge. I released her breast and pressed my face against her as my hips began to jerk. I groaned as pleasure washed over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. It had been too long since I'd come and I felt all the tension of the past few weeks finally easing away.

  I collapsed on her, unable to hold myself up. I knew I would need to roll over, but for the moment, I was unable to do anything but catch my breath and listen to her jagged breaths and the rapid beating of her heart under my ear.

  There were doubts and questions lurking, waiting to pounce, but for the moment, they were kept at bay and I let myself bask in the aftermath of good sex. I'd deal everything else tomorrow.

  I rolled off of her and tossed the condom into the nearby trashcan. I didn't want to think about anything else at the moment. Not about if or how this would change things. Not about whether or not it would be prudent to let her sleep here instead of sending her back to her room. All I wanted to do at the moment was sleep.

  I pulled the covers over us, wrapped my arm around Livie's waist as she snuggled back against me, and let my eyes close.

  15

  Blayne

  The first thing I realized when I woke up was that I wasn't hung over. That was a plus. It meant I hadn't drunk as much last night as I thought I had. It also meant I hadn't been as drunk as I thought when I'd kissed Livie.

  Shit.

  The memory hit me. I hadn't just kissed her. I'd fucked her.

  Shit, shit, shit!

  This had the potential to be very bad.

  Or, I countered as I forced myself to open my eyes, it could be really good. I was facing the wall so I carefully rolled over. The bed was empty. Okay, that could go either way. If she'd stayed, she could've been expecting too much and turned into some clingy woman who thought we were in love, so I wasn't sure that not finding her was necessarily a bad thing. On the other hand, if she'd woken up completely freaked out and left me, it could be bad. I could only imagine having to explain to my father that my wife left me because we'd had sex.

  There was no note, so that was good. The blankets and pillow were rumpled, but cold so she hadn't gotten up recently. I pushed myself up and saw my clothes from the night before still on the floor. Hers were gone. Again, it could be taken either way.

  I climbed out of bed, unsure if I should dress and then go look for her, or shower first. I sniffed myself. I smelled like sweat and sex. If I found her like this, she might take things the wrong way and think I was some sleazy guy who'd seduced her. But I didn't want to be all formal now either. And, if things had gone as bad as they could go, I'd have to leave the apartment to look for her. I really didn't want to go like this, especially since one of my dad's spies might spot me and think that Livie had left after catching me with another woman.

  My brain felt like it was on overload. I needed a shower, as much to clear my head as anything else.

  I didn't take long, not wanting to make things worse if she was pissed at me. I pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed a shirt, just in case I had to go after her. I was at the door when I smelled it.

  Bacon.

  She was cooking breakfast. My stomach growled and I remembered that I hadn't eaten much the day before. I didn't know if the breakfast was for just her or for both of us, but I took it as a good sign that she hadn't freaked out and run.

  Maybe, I thought as I headed down the hall, I’d catch a break and things wouldn't be weird. Maybe this would actually be better.

  When I'd first decided to do this, I'd resigned myself to being around a smoking hot woman with a sexy accent and not doing a thing about it. She'd probably been the first woman I'd ever actually told myself was off-limits. And probably the only one I'd ever enjoyed talking to without the express purpose of seduction. It wasn't like we were friends, exactly, but I'd thought that was where we would end up by the time this was done. I'd never had a woman who was just a friend before.

  Now, we'd slept together and that would change things. I still didn't want a relationship with her. Not a romantic one anyway. I didn't want a wife and in three years, I'd still want my freedom. I didn't want to have sex with only her while we were married. The idea of only being with one person for even that amount of time freaked me out. But, I couldn't say I found the idea of having an in-house friend with benefits to be entirely unappealing.

  I wondered if she was already thinking along those same lines or if I'd have to talk her into it. Obviously she wasn't going to enforce the whole 'no sex' part of our contract. At least, I hoped she wouldn’t go back to that. I had to admit, I'd be a little disappointed if, after last night, sex was completely off the table again.

  It had been amazing. The feel of her skin against mine. How her body had moved beneath me, with me. The scent of her mingled with the alcohol we'd had to drink. The taste of her. How hot her mouth had been and the extreme pleasure of having her sucking on me. What it had been like inside her.

  My erection pressed against my zipper.

  Dammit. I should've known better than to think about sex this early in the morning. I was usually pretty good when it came to stamina and recovery, but first thing in the morning, I never had a problem getting it up at least twice. I frowned. Now that I thought of it, maybe never spending the night had been a stupid thing. My frown turned into a smile. Livie was just down the hall now. In the morning.

  Oh, yeah, what had happened last night could definitely turn into a good thing.

  I just had to make sure she didn't read too much into it. She was a reasonable person though. Sensible, matter-of-fact. She had plans and lists. I doubted she'd be all emotional about things. She probably already had a list of twenty-five pros and cons to continuing to have a non-romantic physical relationship.

  I hoped at least one of those reasons was that I was a good lay.

  I entered the kitchen but stopped in the doorway and enjoyed the view.

  Livie was standing at the stove. She was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved button-up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up and it was untucked, giving her a much more relaxed appearance than was her normal state. Her hair was pulled up, but rather than her usual tight ponytail or other up-do, it was a sloppy ponytail that held her curls in an attractive mess.

  My stomach clenched at the memory of those curls spread out on the bed while I'd gone down on her, then when I'd been above her. They were as soft as they looked and I had the sudden urge to bury my hand in them. I wondered if she'd let me do that if I took her from behind...

  I closed my eyes and forced myself to think of things other than sex with Livie.

  Rotting meat.

  Sewage.

  My high school art teacher naked.

  That one did it. Nothing like good old Miss Havermash to kill the libido. Don't get me wrong. There were plenty of unattractive teachers I loved. Miss Havermash had been proud of the fact that she only bathed once a month and never shaved.

  I opened my eyes. It was safe to approach now. I definitely wanted her again, but the need wasn't as urgent. It would give us time to figure out how this was going to work before we ended up in bed again.

  I put my hand on the small of her back and leaned toward her as she turned.

  She gave me a shove that knocked me back a couple feet.

  “What was that for?” I asked, rubbing the spot on my chest where she'd made contact. It didn't exactly hurt, but it sure as hell hadn't been love tap either.

  “May I remind you that we had an agreement? No physical contact that is not necessary in public to maintain the illusion.”

  I frowned. S
he was seriously going to remind me of that now? “And what about last night? I mean, when we came back here, we sure as hell weren't in public?” If she thought last night was a mistake, that was one thing. This was something else. She was acting like I'd broken our agreement by trying to kiss her right now when she'd accepted a whole lot more than a friendly kiss not too long ago.

  “I do not understand,” she said.

  “That makes two of us, Liv.” I ran a hand through my hair. “I mean, you were fine with me kissing you last night. In fact, you were fine with a whole hell of a lot more than that.”

  She glared at me. “What are you saying?”

  “You're serious?” I stared at her. “It wasn't exactly like I seduced you last night. You were just as into it as I was.”

  “Into what?”

  “Dammit!” Why was she being so fucking obtuse? “Fucking, Liv! I want to know why the hell you're so pissed about me trying to give you a kiss this morning when we slept together last night.”

  Her eyebrows shot up and she did nothing to mask the confused expression on her face. “This is not a funny joke, Blayne.”

  “I'm not joking.” I'd never felt less like joking.

  “And we did not have sex last night or ever.”

  Continues in Vol. 2

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