Notorious

by Vicki Lewis Thompson

  The birth control problem needed attention before it was too late. “Noah,” she said, gasping. “We can’t…” She couldn’t think, let alone talk. “If we don’t have a condom, then we can’t…”

  He lifted his mouth from hers while his fingers continued to work their magic. “I know we can’t,” he murmured. “So first you, then me. We’ll take care of each other. Deal?”

  “Deal,” she said with a sigh as her legs turned to rubber.

  And what a deal. He’d found the perfect rhythm to make her writhe in helpless abandon as her body throbbed and yearned for climax. He would give it to her fast, and that was fine. She wanted it fast.

  Then, at the moment when she balanced on the very brink of ecstasy, he slowed the movement of his hand and gentled the pressure of his thumb. He slid his fingers out and teased her with a light, butterfly touch. Slipped slowly in again, then withdrew. Circled his thumb right where it would have the most effect, then stopped.

  She whimpered against his mouth.

  He lifted his lips a fraction from hers. His voice was rough and untamed. “I’ve decided I want more. Unhook your collar.”

  She trembled and fought for breath. She’d unleashed the wild man in Noah. “If I let go of you, I’ll fall down.”

  He wrapped his arm more firmly around her waist. “Now you can let go.” He nibbled at her lower lip. “I want that collar undone. And the way I feel right now, I might rip it.”

  Her hands shook as she reached back to unfasten the collar.

  He brushed his mouth against hers. “I love it when you put your hands behind your head and push your breasts toward me like that.” He continued to stroke her in a lazy way, just enough to keep her at a fevered pitch.

  Oh, yes, Noah had made the transition from nice guy to rogue. She was quivering too much to manage the hooks. “I can’t do it.”

  “I think you can.”

  “Then be still,” she pleaded. He paused for a beat, and she unfastened the hooks. “There.”

  “Now pull the material down.” He stroked her again with that easy rhythm, deceptively easy.

  She was close. Very close. But it seemed he wanted her nearly naked when the moment arrived. Shaking with tension and the excitement of undressing in this barely concealed corner, she peeled away the top part of the dress and let it hang at her waist.

  His breath was hot and sweet on her face. “Now put your hands behind your head again,” he murmured.

  She reached back and laced her fingers together, cradling her head in her hands. Her breasts lifted.

  He leaned back slightly and looked down. A guttural sound of pure male satisfaction rumbled in his throat. Then his lust-filled gaze met hers. “Are you afraid?” he asked softly. “Afraid someone will see us? Hear us?”

  “Sure.” Her voice quivered. “That’s part of the thrill.”

  His eyes darkened and his whole body began to shake. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, it is. I didn’t know. This is so good.” With a soft moan he nuzzled her throat. “So good.” He quickened the movement of his fingers, circled his thumb over her aching flashpoint.

  “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  “You’re going to come soon,” he said hoarsely.

  She began to pant. “I…am.”

  His hot mouth trailed down the slope of her breast. “If you make noise….”

  “I won’t,” she whispered.

  Slowing the rhythm of his fingers, he drew a moist circle around her nipple with his tongue. “You’re sure?” he asked, his breath whispering over her breast. “It’s going to be good.”

  “Yes, I’m sure.” She moaned softly. “Make me come, Noah. Please make me come.”

  Lightly, ever so lightly, his tongue flicked against her taut nipple. Slowly at first, then more quickly. And his thumb, centered over her trigger point, mimicked the flicking motion. Faster, and faster still, connecting two charged points, arcing tension between them…tightening…vibrating…faster, faster, faster—now.

  She clenched her jaw to keep from crying out as spasms shook her. Stroking rhythmically with his fingers, he closed his mouth over her breast and sucked in deeply, then released the pressure, sucked in and released. The liquid sound of his sucking followed the beat of her orgasm, and each tug on her breast became part of her climax as he drew on her again and again.

  Her throat ached with silent moans of release—blissful, perfect release.

  His hand movement slowed, then stopped, but his fingers were still buried deep. With one soft kiss on the very tip of her throbbing nipple, he straightened and eased his fingers free.

  Gradually opening her eyes, she gazed into his—heavy-lidded with passion, and smoldering, still smoldering. She cupped his face in both hands. “Thank you,” she murmured.

  “You’re welcome.” He lifted a damp finger and traced the outline of her lips. “I want to taste your secrets,” he whispered before covering her mouth with his.

  He kissed her thoroughly, sharing the musky tang of her climax and stirring the embers of her desire. Unbelievably, she began to want again. But this time her needs had a different focus.

  Reaching between them, she stroked his crotch and found the metal clasp of his zipper. As she pulled it down, he shuddered. She slid her hand inside, cupping the warm weight of him, tight and near to bursting, barely contained in the skimpy briefs she’d bought yesterday.

  Such foresight. The soft cotton gave way easily to her quick tug, and in no time she had her hand around his big, beautiful penis.

  He gasped in reaction, lifting his head to look into her eyes.

  Meeting his darkened gaze, she closed her fingers around the base of his shaft. Then she stroked upward until she encountered his most vulnerable spot. Lingering there, she absorbed the tremors that shook him each time her fingers made contact. Then she stroked down again and eased back up to torture him some more.

  His eyes burned hot and hungry and his voice rasped in the stillness. “You’re driving me crazy.”

  “I hope so.” She rubbed her thumb over the moisture-slick tip and he closed his eyes with a groan. She knew what he longed for, but she wanted him to ask. It was so much more exciting that way. “Tell me, Noah, what else can I do for you?”

  His eyes opened, and unchecked passion flamed there. He stared at her, and his chest heaved with his struggle to breathe. “I want you on your knees,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want your mouth on me.”

  She loved playing with fire, loved taunting him as he’d taunted her. “Will you make noise?”

  He gasped again as she brushed a finger where she discovered he could feel it most. “No.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes.” His voice cracked. “Please, Keely.”

  Dizzy from the thrill of her own sexual power, she sank to her knees. At first she used her tongue to explore and caress him until he was trembling so violently that he braced both hands against the wall. As she anticipated the moment to come, as she imagined him anticipating it, desire spiraled tighter within her.

  By the time she took his straining penis in her mouth, her frenzy matched his. His climax came quickly, and as she swallowed his warm, salty essence, she throbbed with unmet needs. She wanted everything this man had to offer. And she would get it. The night was young.

  NOAH HAD NO IDEA how much time went by before he gathered the strength to put his clothes back together and help Keely with hers. He felt like the victim of a shipwreck. Probably resembled one, too.

  He touched her cheek with a still-trembling hand. “Incredible,” he said, gazing into her eyes.

  “Yeah,” she said softly. She was totally mussed and outrageously sexy-looking, all tousled and pink. Her hairdo had self-destructed and her lipstick was MIA. Just thinking about how her lipstick had gotten smeared was getting him worked up again, so he’d be better off not thinking about it.

  A slow smile of satisfaction tilted those kiss-swollen lips of hers. “So you liked taking a little risk?”

  He
looked into her green, devilish eyes. She’d won. “Yes, I did.”

  “Want more?”

  Yes, he wanted more. More of whatever she could dish out. “I think you know the answer to that.”

  “I do.” She stroked a finger over his lower lip. “But it pleases me to hear you say it.”

  He caught her hand and licked the crevice between each finger. “Do you want me to tell you I’m your slave?”

  “Are you?” She sounded a little breathless.

  “Looks that way.” And he wanted a chance to turn the tables.

  “What about the luau? And your friends? Shouldn’t we go back?”

  He studied her and searched for some diplomatic way to describe her rumpled condition. “I guess we should. For a while longer. But you might need to do a little repair work first.”

  “Oh.” She touched a hand to her hair. “Right.”

  “We never did find a bathroom.”

  “No, but the window should make a good enough mirror.”

  “Yeah.” Reluctantly he stepped aside and let her out of their private corner. He felt like claiming a chunk of plaster or a section of carpet as a souvenir for one of the peak experiences of his life. “You weren’t really looking for the bathroom, were you?”

  She turned from pinning up her hair, and with her arms up like that, she was so inviting, so completely feminine. “No, I wasn’t,” she said.

  “Didn’t think so.”

  She looked in the window’s reflection again and continued doing her hair. “You didn’t believe for one minute I was looking for the bathroom, did you?”

  “I was hoping you weren’t,” he admitted. “I was hoping you were looking for a dark corner, the same as me.”

  “It’s so great to be on the same page for once.”

  Right now he wouldn’t mind being on the same bed. But first they had to get back to the luau and put in an appearance. He glanced down to make sure his fly was completely zipped, and there, plain as could be on the dove-gray material, was a lipstick mark. “Damn,” he mumbled, trying to scrape it off with his fingernail. It wasn’t working.

  “What’s the matter?” She turned from the window, her lipstick tube in one hand. Then she began to giggle.

  “I’m glad you think it’s funny. Lipstick on my collar is one thing, but I don’t really want to walk into the luau with lipstick on my fly.”

  “Stop rubbing it. You’ll only make it worse.” She grinned at him. “I have something to take care of your problem.” She capped her lipstick tube and dropped it back inside her purse.

  “Like what?” He had learned to be suspicious of a smiling Keely Branscom.

  “This.” She produced a small packet and ripped it open.

  He was immediately aroused and ready to destroy the work she’d put into her hair and makeup. “You said you didn’t have one.”

  “I usually tuck one in my purse.” She pulled out a small, white square from the packet.

  He imagined that she’d forgotten about it in the heat of the moment, but he was confused by the configuration of the condom in her hand. “They make them square and white? How does that work?”

  “I’ll show you.” She sat in the chair. “Come on over here.”

  He couldn’t believe she was being so nonchalant about it. Her casual attitude excited him even more. “While you’re in the chair?” They would be way more visible in that chair than they had been in the corner. But if she was willing to try, he was more than willing.

  “Sure. That puts me at the right level.”

  He’d heard about making love with the woman in a chair, her legs spread over the arms, and he’d always meant to try it. But he hadn’t expected the chair to be at the end of an open hallway in a public building. He quivered with expectation as he walked toward her.

  She gazed at his fly and glanced up, amusement in her eyes. “Looking forward to this, are we?”

  “You’d better believe it.”

  “This should be very interesting.” She used the white square to rub the spot where the lipstick was.

  He jumped back. “What in hell are you doing?”

  “Getting your stain out. What did you think I was going to do?”

  “I thought that white thing was a condom!”

  She looked at the moist square and began to laugh.

  “Well, it comes in the same kind of package!”

  “Yes,” she said, grinning at him. “Yes, it does. But this is a laundry aid. You use it to take out stains when you aren’t near a washing machine. I think it would be totally useless for birth control.”

  He stared at her, unable to process this practical streak in a woman who seemed focused only on sexual experiences. “So how come you remembered to bring that and not a condom?”

  “Because I thought we’d be at the luau the whole time. I guess I was more concerned about ruining my dress than getting pregnant.” Laughter danced in her eyes. “Do you want me to work on that lipstick mark or not?”

  “You’d better give me that thing. If you do it, I’m liable to end up with more lipstick on here, not less.”

  “I can control myself.”

  “That may well be, but I think we’ve established that I can’t.”

  “I see.” Gazing at him, she rubbed the towelette lazily back and forth between her fingers. “Then I guess you’d better do it.”

  “Stop that.”

  “You don’t really want me to stop,” she said softly. “You love being sexually on edge. You thought we were going to make love in this chair and you were ready to try, even with the danger of someone coming down the hallway and catching us at it. You crave the adventure, don’t you?”

  “Maybe. But I crave chocolate cake, too. That doesn’t mean it’s good for me.”

  “Well, there are several differences between me and chocolate cake.” She lowered her voice to a seductive murmur. “And some similarities. I’m smooth and creamy, but I won’t clog your arteries. And if you think you crave chocolate cake, wait until you’ve tasted me.”

  Amazing how he could stand there, not ten minutes after an unbelievable orgasm, and feel as if he could do it all again. “Give me that towel thing,” he said. “The sooner we get back to the luau, the sooner we can leave.”

  “Now there’s a plan.” She handed him the towelette. “But I should warn you that someone could still come along. Would you rather they caught you rubbing your crotch, or me doing it?”

  “No one’s going to see a thing.” He walked over to the atrium window, keeping his back to the hallway. Then he started scrubbing at the spot on his fly.

  She came to stand beside him and continued to fiddle with her hair as she looked at her reflection in the window. “I’ll bet that doesn’t feel as good as it might if I did it.”

  “Cut it out, Keely. I’m trying to clean this spot off without getting a major hard-on.”

  She lowered her voice again. “Looks like you’re having difficulties with that. Have you ever allowed a woman to watch while you touched yourself?”

  “No.” Damn, but she had a way of thinking that turned him on. “And I’m not doing it now, either.”

  “We could save that for later. Did you like watching me in the hot tub?”

  “Yes.”

  “I liked watching you, too. But you didn’t know I was there. Next time, I want you to know.”

  He stopped rubbing the spot. If he kept it up while she was talking that way, he would lose control. “I guess that’s good enough. Let’s go back.”

  “Okay.”

  As they started back down the hall, he wadded up the towelette and tossed it in the planter on his way by. Then he took her hand, just to prove he could touch her without going crazy. It wasn’t easy to keep the level down to handholding, but he would manage because he enjoyed the warmth of the connection.

  “That was something,” she said. “Really something.”

  “You’ve probably done stuff like that before.” He shouldn’t even ask, kno
wing he wouldn’t like the answer.

  “No, not really.”

  “You haven’t?” He glanced at her in surprise.

  “I only imagined doing it. I never did it for real.”

  “What do you know.” As they continued down the hall, he smiled to himself. Without realizing it, he’d made one of Keely’s sexual fantasies come true. That was pretty cool. “And no one saw anything,” he said, feeling damn smug about that, too.

  “Well, not for the first part, anyway.”

  He tensed. “What do you mean?”

  “Nobody caught us when we were in the corner, at least.”

  “Nobody saw me sponging my fly, either!”

  “Maybe not.”

  “What do you mean, maybe not?”

  “The janitor standing on the other side of the atrium might not have been able to see what you were doing.”

  He came unglued. “There was a janitor standing on the other side of the atrium? Why didn’t you say something?”

  “Because you were almost done.” She chuckled. “And I didn’t think having you freak out and spin around would do anything to change his opinion of what you were up to. So I just smiled at him. He smiled back.”

  Noah groaned. “Great. First the gardener catches us making out in the bushes, and now there’s a janitor who thinks I’m some sort of weirdo who stands around playing with himself. Just great.”

  “Noah, if you’re going to enjoy the weekend, you need to remember something.”

  “What?”

  “What other people think of you is none of your business.”

  He sighed. She was right, of course, as long as they were here in the big city. But he had a lot of Saguaro Junction in him and, back home, such things mattered. And he was about to rejoin his buddies, people he would continue to see for years to come. He hoped that by the time they reached the party, his erection would be gone and the wet spot from the towelette would be dry. If not, he’d have to throw a cold drink on his lap to take care of both problems.

  “How soon do you think we can leave?” she asked as she walked beside him.