Naughty Wish

by J. H. Croix

  He chuckled. “If I had to arrest you, I don’t think you’d find the handcuffs too comfortable. Or perhaps you would.” he said, finishing my sentence for me.

  His words sent a wash of heat rolling through me. I cocked my head to the side. “I just might.”

  I took another sip of my sake, just as his palm slid onto my thigh. His touch was like a hot brand. Oh hell. I was in trouble. I needed to care about how quickly I was spiraling out of control. Maybe. But I didn't give a damn. I glanced up at him. His blue eyes had darkened to navy, heat banked in his gaze. My body was like a bell only he could ring. The force of his touch vibrated through me, every fiber of my being alive and ringing.

  I shifted my legs slightly, my body restless in response to his touch. I'd been wet for hours at this point. This endless night of teasing and flirting was coiling me tighter and tighter inside. Just being near him was foreplay.

  “Are you sure you want to wait for dessert?” he asked, leaning over, his voice a gruff whisper in my ear. Goose bumps ran down that side of my body. I managed to nod. Because this was too fun. As much as I wanted to get to the next step, I didn't want this to end yet. At that moment, the man in the couple who had just joined our group started chatting with us.

  “So what do you recommend for dinner?” he asked.

  I glanced over. “It's all good.”

  “Do you agree?” he then asked, his eyes flicking to Finn.

  Finn took a swallow of his sake and nodded. “Everything is absolutely delectable,” he said.

  Just as his fingers hooked the edge of my skirt and slid between my thighs.

  Oh. My. God. I was going melt on the spot. I felt the flush blooming over my skin. I had to force myself to try to pay attention to the man's continued questions. He chattered on, oblivious to my state, while his wife sat quietly beside him.

  Meanwhile, the calloused surface of Finn’s palm against the inside of my thigh was enough to make me come right there. My channel throbbed, and I knew the silk between my thighs was wet. Finn managed to casually chat, tolerating the questions from the man beside us far better than I was. All the while, his hand inched its way up in between my thighs. I almost cried out when he dragged his fingers over the wet silk there.

  Only then did I sense he was as rattled as I was. His breath hissed, his dark eyes flicked to me, the look there so hot, it nearly singed me. Our fried ice cream arrived, and I absentmindedly nibbled on it before asking if we could take the rest home.

  Finn glanced down at me. “Not a brilliant plan, luv.”

  Distracted and in a haze with his fingers teasing me, I looked up at him, not understanding what he meant. “Why not?”

  “It will melt,” he replied, his low voice sending another ripple of heat through me.

  I glanced down at my plate before taking two quick bites to finish it off. “Okay, I'm done,” I announced.

  I wanted to leave, but I didn't want to leave. I didn't want him to stop touching me, but it wasn’t a smart plan for me to climb on his lap, although I was seriously considering it.

  I looked over to Finn, crooking my finger. He leaned down, so I could whisper in his ear.

  “So would you have to arrest me if I climbed on your lap right now?”

  I heard him swallow and was gratified to know he might, just might, be teetering on the edge of his control.

  “I might,” he murmured.

  Chapter 7

  Finn

  By a bloody miracle, I managed to remove my hands from that sweet, hot spot between Jana’s thighs and escort her from the restaurant. Need was pounding so hard through my body, I almost forgot to pay our bill. Her elbow in my side directed me toward the reception desk as we were about to pass by. After I paid, I caught her hand in mine and walked quickly outside, making a beeline for my car. I was seriously considering throwing my emergency flasher light on my dash, so I could speed to wherever we were going. As I let her into my car, I caught a glimpse of purple silk between her thighs when she swung her legs inside. Oh fuck. I was bloody losing my mind.

  I climbed in the car, adjusting my jeans. My zipper bit into my hard cock. Dinner had been a few hours of torture. It had begun to rain, the pavement glittering under the streetlights. I started the car and glanced to Jana.

  “Your place or mine?” I asked.

  She met my eyes in the dim lighting of the car. “Yours. I'd love to see where you live.”

  I simply nodded and began driving. Just when I thought I'd gotten a firmer grip on the reins of my control, she reached across and placed her hand on my cock. My breath hissed through my teeth. “I’m driving, you know,” I bit out.

  She laughed. “It's only fair play. You nearly got us into all kinds of trouble back at the restaurant.”

  I flicked my eyes sideways, fighting the urge to grin. “So true.”

  I drove faster than I should through the wet streets of Seattle. Pulling in quickly in front my townhouse, I rounded the car to let Jana out. The rain had picked up on the way home. After I closed her door, I curled my hand around hers, and we dashed through the rain. Once we were inside, I glanced to her. She hadn't worn a jacket and now her blouse was damp. Fuck me. This did not help matters. The nearly sheer fabric was now damp over her bra. I could see her nipples through the layers of fabric.

  I hung my jacket and kicked off my shoes. She followed suit, stepping out of her cowboy boots. Somehow the fact that she wore bright purple cotton socks paired with her leggings only made her more endearing. She was an odd combination of sexy as hell and quirky. Padding through my townhouse, her eyes scanned the area. She paused in front of the windows. The lights of Seattle glittered in the rainy night, while rain fell in a mist just beyond the awning over the windows.

  “Oh wow! You have a lovely view,” she commented.

  Beyond the few city streets between my townhouse and the water’s edge, Puget Sound was visible. The harbor lights reflected against the water in a blur. I walked to stand at her side, sliding my hands into my pockets.

  “It’s nice,” I managed.

  Her scent drifted up to me. I glanced down to her. “You smell like strawberries.”

  She canted her head to the side, her eyes meeting mine with that lopsided grin of hers unfurling. “I suppose I do. My lotion smells like strawberries. I love it.”

  Not smiling when Jana was smiling was proving to be an impossible task. I felt my own grin stretching. “That it does. So tell me, shall we have an after dinner coffee and call it a night?”

  I knew what I wanted, and it most definitely wasn't an after dinner coffee. It was to strip her bare and finish tonight buried inside of her. Yet, I didn't know if that's what she wanted. I was feeling rushed inside, like a rock rolling down a mountainside, picking up speed as it went. The more time I spent with her, the harder it was to imagine myself stopping at any point.

  She shook her head swiftly, her silver earrings swinging. “I don't want an after dinner coffee. I want you, Finn.”

  The reins of my control slipped through my fingers. I forced myself to look away for a moment, scrambling for purchase inside. She pushed me to the edge of my restraint. I looked back at her.

  “I suppose that's good then,” I finally managed.

  “Why do you say that?” she asked.

  I turned to face her, lifting a hand and brushing a damp purple lock of hair off of her forehead and winding it around my finger as I stepped closer. “Because I want you too,” I said simply.

  After a week of fantasizing about her, two days of naughty teasing texts from her and a dinner that had been nothing but hours of foreplay, I stepped closer again, slid my hand into her hair and fit my mouth over hers.

  She sighed, her mouth opening instantly under mine. Perfect, fucking perfect. I swept my tongue into her mouth, my hand tangling roughly in her hair. She fit against me perfectly. Her breasts pressed against my chest when I slid my hand free of her hair and down her spine to palm her bottom and pull her tight against my cock. Sh
e moaned into our kiss.

  I was gone inside. Fucking gone. I could have kissed her for days. She tasted sweet, the hint of the sake we shared mingling with mine. While I let my hands roam over her curves, she got busy unbuttoning my shirt. Her hair caught on one of my buttons, and she giggled as she drew away to untangle it. When her hands slid over my skin, it was like lightning. I dipped my head, dragging my tongue along her throat. Her skin was slightly cooled from the rain. I slid my hands around her waist and up her sides to cup her breasts under her blouse. I loved that it was loose, so I could move easily under the sheer fabric. Her bra was lace, her nipples pebbling under my touch. I dropped kisses into the valley between her breasts, finally catching the bow at the center of her blouse and untying it with my teeth.

  “Finn,” she murmured on a gasp.

  I lifted my head. Her eyes opened, wild and dark. We stared at each other for a moment.

  “I can hardly stand,” she whispered roughly.

  I felt a sense of grim satisfaction knowing she might just be as out-of-control as I felt. Bloody hell, I wanted her. This wasn't just sex, it was something else. Something wild, a pounding need, a driving force I couldn’t hold back.

  I slid my arm under her hips and lifted her against me. “Let's find a bed. That way you don't have to worry about standing.”

  She laughed softly as I walked swiftly through the living room and down the short hallway, shouldering through my bedroom door. The lights were on motion sensors and came on as we entered. I nudged the sensor with my elbow, dimming them slightly. I eased her down in front of the bed and set to stripping her clothes off. Her blouse fluttered through the air, drifting to the floor as she shimmied out of her skirt and her insanely sexy knit stockings. I shrugged out of my shirt. She barely managed to get my jeans unbuttoned.

  Once I saw her in nothing but her white lace bra and her purple panties, I couldn't think anymore. I nearly flung her onto the bed. She tumbled into the pillows, her rich brown hair, streaked with purple and pink, lay in a tangle. I stretched out beside her and settled in to taste every inch of her.

  “You weren't supposed to be this maddening,” I murmured against her skin as my lips made their way into the valley between her breasts.

  She gasped. “I don't know what you mean.”

  “You make me crazy,” I muttered.

  I laved her nipples with my tongue through the lace. Her fingers gripped my hair roughly, her hips rolling against me as I settled between her thighs. My cock was so hard, I could hardly bear it. I didn't want to rush this though. I needed all of her. If this was the only night I had with her, I needed to make it matter. Warning bells rang in my mind, loud and clanging, but I ignored them. When she arched into me with a cry as my teeth closed over her nipple, I flicked my thumb under the clasp between her breasts. She had generous curves, her nipples were taut and deep pink, a contrast to her fair skin. Freckles were scattered here and there.

  I drew a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, savoring the taste of her skin. She cried out, rocking against me. My cock throbbed, so swollen with need I ached from it. I drew back, mapping my way down her body with my lips. I dragged my fingers over the wet silk between her thighs. We’d been in a state of foreplay for hours at this point, and I was nearly out of my mind, lust lashing at me sharply. I roughly tugged at the thin strip of silk, yanking it down her thighs. She kicked it free, and I sank two fingers into her core.

  Her hips bucked against me. With my fingers buried inside of her, I dipped my head, dragging my tongue across her clit, and she came in a noisy burst against my mouth. She yanked my hair restlessly. Lifting my head, I glanced up. Bloody hell, she was glorious. Her skin was damp with a sheen of passion.

  Just as she was in every encounter I had with her, she was brash and demanding.

  “Come here,” she said roughly.

  Happy to comply, I started to settle over her, but she nudged me with her knee. “Oh no you don't. Get those jeans off,” she ordered.

  I chuckled. “Bossy, are we?”

  “Yes,” she said quite clearly, nudging me again with her knee.

  I stood, and she rose up on her elbows, hooking my jeans with a finger and yanking at them. I chuckled again. Bossy though she was, her efforts were not effective. I stepped back and strode around the corner of the bed, snatching a condom out of the drawer on my night table. Kicking my jeans and briefs free, I rolled the condom on swiftly, my eyes on her the whole time.

  She rolled back with me as I stretched out over her, her legs curling around my hips. Lacing my fingers into hers, I held myself still for a moment. Need was pounding at me so hard and fast, I could barely restrain myself. I feared I might hurt her if I didn't take a moment to gather my control. I rocked my hips against her, feeling her slick heat calling to me.

  “Oh for God’s sake, don't make me wait,” she gasped.

  She reached between us, curling her palm around my cock. In one swift surge, I sank into her, letting out a low groan at the feel of her creamy clench throbbing around my cock.

  Chapter 8

  Jana

  Finn sank into me, and I almost came instantly. It didn't matter that he’d already sent me into one spinning, glorious climax. My need was a fiery, endless greedy force. I curled my legs around his hips and rocked into him. He was hard and thick inside of me, the stretch of his cock inside my core so delicious I could hardly bear it. He held still for a beat and then began to move. Only for a few seconds were his strokes measured and in control. Then, we were pounding into each other, our skin slapping. He couldn't drive deep enough or fast enough. I dragged my tongue along his neck, nipping at him and savoring the salty tang of his skin. His hands gripped mine tightly.

  “Jana,” he murmured, his voice a gruff whisper.

  I looked up, and the dark heat in his eyes nearly sent me flying. Pressure gathered in my center again. With every stroke, pleasure spun through me, radiating outward. I felt caught in a wave rolling faster and faster. Suddenly it crested, and the intensity of my release hit me so hard, I saw stars. Ecstasy rocked through me, tossing me in its current as I heard myself calling his name. He let out a rough, guttural cry as he went taut, driving deep one last time before he collapsed against me. He immediately rolled us over so that I was on top of him. I fell against him in a bliss, boneless and sated.

  ***

  I didn't remember falling asleep, but I woke during the night, warm and relaxed with Finn curled up behind me. I took a deep breath, letting it out in a slow sigh. The bedroom was dark, but the curtains were open, so the city lights filtered in from outside. I hadn't fallen asleep with a man in over a year. My disastrous accidental affair had ended over three years ago, and my attempts at dating since then had been sporadic and unsatisfying. I'd spent one night with a guy I tried to make things go somewhere with. But that one night was what had persuaded me to stop bothering. I felt restless and hadn't been able to relax. With Finn, it had been so easy to relax.

  I remembered the reverberations of my climax echoing in my body. I had vague memories of him slowly untangling himself from me, leaving the bed and then returning. He’d tucked us under the covers where I burrowed up against him. His breathing was steady and even. I wanted to roll over and look at him, but I didn't want to disturb the moment.

  I knew I could be silly and brash. It was just how I approached life. I’d wanted Finn and set out to have him, yet I hadn’t expected this. The level of comfort I felt with him made me feel so vulnerable, I didn't know what to do with myself. That should've made me tense, but it didn't. Not right now. I took another deep breath, closed my eyes and fell back asleep with his strong, warm body curled up around me.

  The following morning, I woke up alone. Sitting up, I looked around Finn’s bedroom. His bed occupied the center of the room—a four-poster bed, a matching dresser and night tables of dark mahogany were the extent of furnishings. The window faced Puget Sound from an angle. I looked out into the slate gray, rainy mornin
g, wondering what to do with myself. Hearing the shower running, I kicked the covers off and climbed out, padding through his bedroom into the bathroom. The water turned off just as I walked into the bathroom. He stepped out of the shower, reaching for the towel hanging on the wall.

  I took the moment to thoroughly enjoy the sight of him. Sweet Jesus. Did I mention yet it should be illegal for a man to look like him? He was cut, every inch of him fit. He turned and saw me at that point. His eyes widened for a beat and then he smiled. God, with water running all over him, I just wanted to lick it all off for him. This man made me feel like a swoony idiot. I should’ve cared about practically melting at the sight of him, but I didn't.

  “Good morning,” I said.

  His mouth curled up at the corner. “Morning luv,” he said simply. “Shall I make us coffee?”

  He dried himself quickly, gesturing towards the shower. “Feel free to take a shower.”

  I took him up on his offer, managing a brief yes to the coffee when he asked again. I was rather stunned at my reaction to him. After I showered and dressed, I walked down the short hallway into his living room. I hadn’t really absorbed it last night. His townhouse was decorated simply with splashes of color in the scattered rugs on the hardwood flooring and a sage green couch and love seat with matching ottoman anchoring the room.

  His eyes landed on my purple socks, and he grinned. “I like your socks.”

  I looked down and wiggled my toes. “My socks?”

  He chuckled. “I like a lot more than your socks, but they’re fun. How do you like your coffee?”

  “Just a dash of cream please.”

  I strode over to the island between the kitchen and living room. It sat at a curved angle in the corner, behind which were the counters and the stove. He poured a cup of coffee, added a dash of cream and slid it across the counter to me. Hitching his foot on a stool, he sat down opposite me. He took a long swallow of his own coffee and then cocked his head to the side.