No Turning Back (Man-Maid)

by Rainey, Anne

  Jason stood abruptly and tossed a few bills on the table. “I think I’ve had enough pizza for one night.” He aimed a smile at Marquetta. “Good to see you again. I look forward to the finished design.”

  After he left, Jensen cursed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him put in his place quite so efficiently.”

  “Me either,” AJ said. Seth and Ames both agreed. AJ peeked over at Emma and said, “Those two definitely have history.”

  Jensen looked over at her, no small amount of heat in his eyes. “I have fresh apple pie at my place. Care to join me?”

  She had a feeling that once they were alone, pie would be the last thing on her mind. “That sounds perfect.”

  Jensen stood and then held her chair for her. Marquetta looked at AJ, Seth and Ames. “It was great meeting you. I hope I do you all justice with my design.”

  “I’m sure it’ll be great,” AJ said, and the two men vying for AJ’s attention offered their agreements.

  Soon, she was in her car, following Jensen back to his house. When they arrived, he escorted her inside and closed the door behind them. “So, uh, let me just get that pie.”

  Marquetta’s face softened. She reached up and stroked a finger over his lips. He took her wrist and placed several small kisses in her palm, melting her heart further. “Pie isn’t what I came here for, Jensen.”

  She dropped her hand and began to unbutton her blouse. Once she had it undone, she pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Jensen’s gaze landed on her lace-covered breasts. His stare seemed to prompt her nipples to pull into tight peaks beneath the see-through fabric.

  “Damn.” Jensen licked his lips and reached out to rub the backs of his knuckles over one of her nipples. Could Marquetta feel the light touch clear to her clit? “You make me wish I were the painter here,” he murmured. “Maybe if I had you on canvas, I could keep you forever.”

  “How about we just start with tonight and see where it leads?” Her hands went to her skirt next, and Jensen held his breath. She pulled the button free and slid down the zipper. As she let the black skirt fall to the floor and stepped out of it, Jensen’s hands fisted.

  She unsnapped the front hook of her bra and let the material drift open. Her breasts spilled free, and she cupped them both, but her own small hands couldn’t contain them. “What do you say?” she murmured.

  “I want you so much, I think I might explode.” Jensen moved forward, caging her in.

  She took his breath away, standing before him in nothing but her lace panties and high-heeled shoes. Her silken gold hair spilled down her back. His hands flexed, aching to stroke somewhere, everywhere.

  Her eyes widened when he seized her hips and pulled her forward. She lost her balance and landed against him. She grabbed his upper arms and nestled her pelvis into his growing erection. “I loved what you did the other night, Jensen. It was amazing. But I need more. So much more.”

  Her words were husky, and Jensen wanted to rip off his jeans and drive himself into her. He held himself in check—barely. He wouldn’t make her regret her decision. By the time he was through, she’d be well loved and begging him to do it all over again.

  At least that was the plan.

  “You have no idea what I want to do to you right now,” he said, hoping to make her see how she affected him. “You’re on dangerous ground, little girl, and there’s no going back.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered as she flattened her palms against his chest.

  “Thank you, God,” he groaned as he dropped to his knees in front of her and rubbed his face against the silken skin of her firm belly. “I love your body. The skin here is as soft as satin.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing just as he’d wanted to. He held her still while he played with other parts of her precious body. “You’re so goddamn sexy, sweetheart.” He reached up and pinched her nipple. She whimpered, and his cock thickened. “I could come in my pants just staring at you.”

  His gaze journeyed up the length of her. Jensen saw the blush that stole into her cheeks. “You knew I’d go nuts over those fuck-me pumps, didn’t you?”

  She nodded shyly at his crude words, and he grinned. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties. “Most of all, I love these pretty little panties, red being my favorite color and all. But they’re in my way.”

  Not wasting another second, he gripped the lace material and ripped. Marquetta’s startled intake of breath prompted him to demand, “You still want this?”

  He held himself rigidly as he waited for her answer. If she denied him, he would stop, but it would kill him.

  “I’m not at all sure I know what I’m doing right now.” She closed her eyes tight. “But I do know I want you.”

  Jensen released a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding. His voice was harsh when he said, “Spread your legs for me, then. Let me take away your ache.”

  She did as he commanded. “You go to my head. Why don’t I have any self-control around you?”

  Jensen touched a finger to the golden spirals at her cleft, and she jerked. “It’s the same for me, beautiful. I’ve been dying ever since I met you.” His throat felt raw as emotions rose. “You are hot for me, aren’t you? So wet and tight and all mine.”

  Her mesmerizing green eyes did things to him. Wild things. He needed her to submit to him entirely. His fingers parted her pussy lips. He watched her closely, ever mindful of how delicate she was, as he slipped a finger inside her wet heat. She flung her head back and cried out as if helpless against the onslaught of the feelings he provoked. She dug her fingers into his cropped hair and pulled him closer still.

  “Ah, that’s what I like,” he praised. “I want you all anxious and eager for me.”

  Merciless in his ministrations, he held her still with one arm around her hip while the other hand palmed her mound possessively. He loved the way she responded to him. But what excited him most was the way she totally lost control of herself. It was all or nothing with Marquetta.

  Any man would be lucky to have her. Jensen was selfish enough to want her for himself. He probably didn’t deserve even a scrap of her time, but he wanted it nevertheless. Marquetta pulled his head toward her in a silent plea for his mouth to replace his fingers. Her face flushed, her green eyes made more vivid by her arousal. It was all Jensen could do not to take her to the floor and delve inside.

  Instead, he parted her and sucked her swollen nub into his mouth. Her gasp was the most satisfying thing he’d ever heard. Her fingers yanked at his hair, and the slight sting turned him on. Her excitement was such sweet torture. He knew she was close to coming. He thrust his tongue inside her as her climax built. He gave himself up to the pulsing vibrations of her tender flesh as his tongue mimicked what his cock wanted so badly to do, inching in and out of her tight opening, lapping at Marquetta’s creamy heat.

  Her legs shook, and Jensen could feel her struggle to stay standing as she screamed out her pleasure. He held her tighter, ensuring she didn’t fall. He loved having her this way, with him on his knees and Marquetta’s beautifully naked body all but draped around his face. The heels put her at just the right height too. He’d be sure to remember to buy her more heels.

  He gave her clitoris one last lingering kiss, and she whimpered. She slowly released her hold on his head, and Jensen leaned back on his haunches to stare up at her. Tendrils of sweat-soaked hair stuck to her pink cheeks. Her breasts, heaving with her rapid breaths, invited his mouth to suck and lick and taste. He loved the sight of her. In fact, he suspected he was falling in love with her. What the hell? Jensen mentally backed away from the notion. It scared him that she was rapidly becoming a very important part of his life. He wasn’t about relationships and love everlasting. Only the here and now. Making a little money and having a good time, that was what his life had become. As he peered at the woman who stood brazenly naked in his arms, Jensen realized just how painfully em
pty his life was. She made him want more. He wanted her laughter in his life. He wanted the beautiful hellion any damn way he could get her.

  He supposed that was what coaxed his mouth to open, the words tumbling out like he was some lovesick teenager. “This look in my eyes burns deep. When you’re near, I do weep, for all the seconds we are apart—since eternity is but the start.”

  “You’re doing it again, reciting poetry to me,” she whispered.

  Shit, he couldn’t keep spitting out the rhymes and not expect her to catch on to him. “I must have read it somewhere.”

  She shook her head. “You wrote that, didn’t you? Just like you wrote the other one?”

  Jensen only shrugged. “I don’t want to talk about the poetry. I only want to feel.”

  He stood and swept her into his arms, then bent his head and touched his lips to hers, savoring her sweetness, her lips, as addicting and intoxicating as anything he’d ever tasted. He wanted her flavor on his tongue. He would erase any sad memory of past relationships from her mind.

  Jensen carried her to the bedroom and placed her in the center of his bed, then came down beside her. “The only thing I want you to think about from this moment forward is this,” he softly ordered. “Us together and how fucking perfect it is.”

  His hands voraciously touched and caressed every smooth inch of her. Jensen moved his fingers downward and felt the soft skin of her pussy against his palm. It turned his need into a sharp ache deep within his core. Jensen yearned to possess and dominate. To burn a brand across her soul, asserting his claim. Let every man in town know she was his woman.

  Hell, he wanted her begging for him. He wanted her to need him the way he needed her. Jensen dipped his head and parted the seam of her lips with his tongue before plunging inside the welcoming heat. She moaned and clutched at his forearms. Her small fingers bit into his skin, and he reveled in the knowledge he could make her so gloriously needy for him.

  He gently pulled away and grabbed a condom from the drawer next to his bed, then rolled it on. “Now, sweetheart, I don’t think I can wait a second longer.”

  “It’s the same for me. Please,” she pleaded, “I need you.”

  Using his arms to keep the bulk of his weight off her, yet pinning her in place at the same time, Jensen positioned himself at her entrance. There were no pretty words now. No slow and easy movements. This time it was a swelling mixture of heated lust and fiery desires. “Guide me in,” he said.

  Marquetta slipped her hand between them, sliding it downward until she had his heavy erection in the palm of her hand. She touched the tip and palmed the velvet-covered steel. He pulsed and throbbed under her ministrations. It was a heady feeling to know she had so much influence, so much feminine power over someone so potent. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him down with her heels on his buttocks, and pulled him in. Her body recognized his instantly, molding around him, fitting them together as if they were made for each other. At the first touch of his cock to her pussy, her feminine center instantly responded as if they’d done this a thousand times.

  “God, Marquetta,” he groaned, “you’re so damn tight.”

  His words, so hoarsely whispered, worked their way into her brain. His fingers roamed over her body and smoothed their way up and over her breasts. He squeezed and weighed each globe in his palms and stroked his thumbs over her nipples. Ripples of sensation skyrocketed through her body, setting off a whirl of electrical charges in her nerve endings. One stroke, and she was going up in flames. His calloused fingers squeezed and pinched, and she knew the exact moment he lost control. He lifted his head, and his mouth sucked and devoured, sending Marquetta into orbit with ecstasy. Still, he stayed unmoving inside her body. Marquetta lingered on the very brink, right at the edge of total fulfillment. “Jensen, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please make love to me.”

  Her sultry plea whispered over Jensen’s spine, and though it was a small thing, he clung to her words. That she wanted him to make love to her and not just sate her lust gave him hope. “This time and a thousand times in the future.”

  Words weren’t needed then, as their bodies knew what to do. He moved inside, her tight pussy welcoming him home. He had no idea how sweet lovemaking could be until Marquetta. All others paled in comparison to her, every other woman forgotten the moment he set eyes on her. Her innocent warmth and snappy comebacks drew him like a weary sailor to a lighthouse.

  She lay beautifully pliant beneath him, totally trusting, placing herself in his care. It humbled him as much as it swelled his chest with pride that she would give him, Jensen Kershaw, something she obviously treasured so much—her complete trust. He’d see to it she didn’t regret it.

  Jensen closed his mind to the turmoil of emotions riding him and concentrated only on pleasing Marquetta. He bent his head and kissed her waiting mouth, loving the quiver of anticipation that had her body shuddering beneath his. He tasted the heat of eager breaths as his tongue tangled with hers. He wanted to stroke her to a fever pitch, send her over the edge of madness with anxious desire. Tap into the passion that burst through her.

  He let his mouth go on a journey over her torso, even as he moved his hands slowly over her slight curves, enjoying the feel of her pale-ivory skin. He delved into the dense patch of curls he found. At once he located her soft nubbin. Skillfully, he began stroking and squeezing, teasing little sounds from her throat. And Jensen felt as well as heard her orgasm. It overcame them both when she quivered and gyrated beneath him. He triumphed when her legs clutched, her fingers dug.

  He took nibbling bites of her nipples and began pushing his hips against her, pumping faster. A powerful combination of sensuality and inexperience, Marquetta surrounded his cock, milking him into oblivion. Her blonde hair fanned out around her body, creating a golden blanket for them. She was a creature of natural beauty.

  Jensen kept himself deep inside her and flipped them both over so she was on top. “Ride me, beautiful.”

  Moving her bottom up and down, Jensen showed her what felt right and what made him burn the most. But before she could think, he wrapped one massive hand around the back of her head and pulled her into his chest. She took the lead then and lowered her head willingly. Dark fires in his eyes burned out of control. She darted out her tongue and licked his chest, directly over the eagle tattoo. She loved the feel of the dark patch of curls against her lips. She closed her eyes and let instinct take over. His scent was a powerful elixir. She inhaled and instantly ached for him. Another second and she would go up in flames. She gently bit down and teased his warm skin.

  “Jesus,” he groaned, stiffening beneath her, his cock growing harder and longer.

  Trusting in him completely, Marquetta rode him just as the image in her mind illustrated. If she were a whimsical person, she’d think Jensen had somehow managed to slip the erotic picture into her head like magic. Her needs and wants seemed completely in tune with his.

  Squeezing her thighs and then releasing, she littered kisses across his chest, tonguing the tattoos that covered his upper chest and shoulder. Jensen cursed. It was the best kind of feeling to bring such a strong, delicious man to his knees. There was no coaxing and no uncomfortable shyness. Only bodies moving as electric currents zipped through her and gathered into a ball of pure pleasure.

  Without warning, Jensen dove headfirst into the most intense orgasm of his life, and Marquetta followed right behind him over that same rocky cliff. Several seconds sped by, both of them out of breath and sweating, before he pulled free of her slick heat. He left the bed to dispose of the rubber, then grabbed a washcloth and ran warm water over it. He brought it back to Marquetta. When he saw her lying in the center of his bed, all dreamy-eyed and replete, he burned for her all over again.

  As he gently slid the cloth over her pussy, Marquetta’s eyes popped open, and she stiffened. “What are you doing?”

  “Taking care of you,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to her
forehead.

  “Oh,” she said, as if it was a new sensation for her.

  “It’s something I intend to do often,” he promised. He cleaned and soothed her swollen flesh before tossing the cloth to the floor. He slipped into bed next to her and pulled her close, unable to hide the evidence of his arousal. “I want you again,” he whispered against her hair.

  She chuckled. “I feel that, but you wore me out.”

  “Then you’d better recoup fast, because I’m far from finished with you, beautiful.”

  When her breathing evened out, Jensen knew she was asleep. Ah hell, he’d been such a damn fool to think he could have sex with Marquetta, then simply walk away. There was no chance of that happening now. But what was this for Marquetta? A good time or more? Did she think they’d hook up and then go their separate ways? Christ, probably.

  In the past, that would’ve suited Jensen just fine. But he couldn’t lose her. She was irrevocably his, and somehow he’d figure out how to keep her.

  Chapter Eight

  Marquetta was in a full-fledged panic. As she attempted to sit up, every muscle in her body seemed sore and achy, even a few spots she’d all but forgotten about. Adjusting to the bright Monday-morning light streaming in through the large bedroom window, she realized two things. The first was that she’d made mad, passionate love to Jensen Kershaw, and it had been the single most wonderful experience of her entire adult life. The second: she’d gone and fallen in love with the tall, handsome man.

  It was right about then that she quietly and cowardly left the bed where Jensen lay deliciously sprawled and unconscious. She tiptoed to the bathroom, flipped on the light, then stared at her own reflection. At least she thought that was Marquetta Hayes staring back at her. Heck, she barely recognized herself. She looked all rosy and mussed and sated. Of course, she had Jensen to thank for that, she thought with a dreamy sigh.