By the time they walked into the small-town cafe, every step, every move was a reminder of his talented fingers, or his tongue discovering every sensitive spot of her swollen sex. Even now, with her sitting still in the ancient booth, she couldn’t stop replaying an image of his shaft moving against her, teasing her sensitized pussy. Oh God. Now I’m using his words.
“Celeste?” Rio bumped her thigh.
Desire shot through every bit of her lady parts, sending a rumbling breath out her lips. She clutched the menu, glancing at Rio and a concerned waitress who stood by the table, a spiral tablet in hand.
Celeste pulled her mind back to the insert in their menu. “I’ll have the cheeseburger,” she croaked.
The waitress took note. “Fries or onion rings?”
Celeste cleared her throat. “That sounds good,” she said, not caring which option she’d get. The woman picked up the menus, assuring them the order would be “out in a few” before leaving them alone in their little corner.
Rio shifted, putting his arm over the back of the booth. The bench seat dipped and came back up as he settled in his new position. Everything inside her rippled with the move, then came clawing to the surface. Need and frustration crashed over her, forcing her thighs together. None of the intimate teasing came close to what it felt to have Rio’s mouth on her, but still, it was more attention than her pussy had ever enjoyed.
“Are you okay?”
She rolled her eyes to look at him, in part disbelief and part plea for understanding. His gaze inched down her face and body, then he leaned in beside her ear. His warm breath washed over her neck and shoulder, setting off a stampede of goose bumps down her arms and across her chest.
“Too much?” She ran her teeth over her bottom lip, nodding.
“I tried to get you naked.”
The groan was impossible to hold in when her mind filled with the image of Rio’s broad shoulders level with her hips. The dress hem inching up her bare leg until his smooth cheek warmed her inner thigh and he stroked her swollen folds. She nodded, cursing the lacy bra she wore with every breath. “Glad I didn’t wear the jeans after all.”
He pressed a kiss to her temple while strumming the back of his fingers under her breast. She arched into his hand, tilting her face to seek his kiss. But the chaste brush wasn’t enough to quell the rushing need. Leaning in, she nipped at his mouth, relishing the moment he thrust his tongue between her lips, claiming her. A deep sense of gratification flowed through her veins. This was what she’d sought. The taste of him was like a drug, satisfying a need in her she’d never experienced or imagined.
The heat of his palm on her leg broke through her fog. Fingers squeezing. Releasing. Scorching a maddening trail under her skirt then up her body. She parted her thighs, urging him closer to her throbbing center, needing him with an unabashed sense of desperation.
Rio broke the kiss, his breath escaping in a rush. She whimpered, wanting to drag him back for more. Much more. “I saw a place earlier,” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder at the other tables. “Come with me.”
She didn’t think to ask where, just followed him around the L-shaped building to the narrow hallway with the washrooms. He went straight to an unlatched door at the end of the hall, popping his head into the room before he led her in and shut the door.
Needing more contact, she dragged him down for a kiss, bringing her body flush against his hard planes. He obliged, grinding his hips into hers, then backed her to a pile of boxes. Wiggling, she tried to find the top of the stack without losing him. But Rio seemed determined to continue his teasing and pulled back. She clenched her jaw to keep from screaming her frustration. His face stayed inches from hers as he reached behind her, his biceps contracting as he moved a box up and out of the way. Oh God. Yes!
His gaze ran over her face, his features not giving anything away. Why the hesitation? He couldn’t have changed his mind now that he’d cleared a perch for her. Right? She set a questioning hand on his stomach, her fingertips landing on a hard, uneven ridge. Eyes widening, she couldn’t help but follow the progress along a well-defined set of abs. “Are you for real?” A sideways grin was his only answer.
“You ask,” he said, dropping a hand at her waist, “as I’m trying to figure out how to get you out of that damn dress without ripping something.” He cupped her breast, kneading her flesh while his heated gaze stayed focused on her mouth. His thumb played against the puckered tip, his mouth covering hers for a second to stifle her whimpers.
He pulled on the zipper at her back, the sides falling open with the continued rasp. Meanwhile, the edge of the stacked boxes shifted under her ass, tugging on the panel in her underwear. The pearls slid just a bit, unleashing pleasure that rippled through her body. Her lids drifted shut as she caught her lower lip between her teeth.
“Damn it, woman.”
Breath shuddering out, she drew a lazy pattern down his body to close her fingers around the long, thick, heated flesh at his fly. With his deep rumble echoing around them, she opened her eyes and admitted, “It’s the pearls.” Nothing she’d ever imagined Vix doing had given her the same rush of feminine power she got when he pushed his cock into her palm. Almost like he needed her as much as she needed him. “I keep thinking of you touching me.” Closing her hand, she ran her knuckles along the thick ridge, to show him what she’d suffered. “I wish I could make you understand what they’re doing to me.”
“Hmm, maybe you can,” he murmured.
Her eyes widened. The corner of her mind where she stored all the wanton scenes in the books she read flashed several possibilities. “Tell me.” She took his belt, pushing the end through the buckle.
His hands wrapped around her wrists, stopping her. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she breathed, managing to keep her jaw from dropping. She’d spread her thighs, inviting him to finger her while sitting in a cafe full of people. If that wasn’t putting her trust in the man, she couldn’t imagine what it took.
“Turn around and pull up your skirt.” Heart pounding, she shuffled around then clutched the material in front of her, not caring if she ended up a wrinkled mess. Guiding her forward, he brought her right leg on the stack of boxes, letting the dress fall away and cool air lick across her breasts. Deft fingers moved up her thighs to her hips. He hooked his thumbs in her panties and bared her to the edge of her bottom, in one quick sweep.
She lay there, covered in his shadow and little else. His lips pressed lightly at her shoulder, the base of her neck, then trailing up to her earlobe. Heart pounding, she waited for his next move, nearly weeping at the rasp of his zipper. “Put your hand on your pussy.” She released her skirt, sliding her spread fingers over her mons to find the narrow panel drenched in her own wetness. Is this how he’d found her yesterday? Her fingertips strummed along both sides of the maddening torture device.
The head of his cock pressed against her sensitive flesh, huge and hard, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. He inched forward in a smooth, fluid motion, sliding up her inner folds. The wide shaft reached her fingers, stopping just shy of her swollen nub. With his heated skin against hers, she moaned, enjoying the way he invaded the space between her thighs so completely. He pulled back, and she adjusted her hand to hold the panel in place so the pearls would run along his shaft like her knuckles had. With the next thrust, he groaned his approval, pulling her against his chest and searching out her nipple under her bra.
He dragged his cock back and forth across the pearls, adding pressure with each thrust, while covering the side of her neck with his mouth. “I promise you, later I’ll be inside that beautiful pussy,” he rasped. “But I had to know how the pearls felt, and why they made you so wet.” Pushing aside the other bra cup, he stroked her breasts, kneading her mounds, fingering both nipples until her pulse whooshed with each pull. She shifted, the movement sending his cock over the bundle o
f nerves at her apex, and she shuddered. His fingers gently gripped her chin, turning her head so he could swallow her scream as he thrust hard, again and again. She flew over the edge, grinding against him while cupping her hand, having them both push his width across her folds.
The neighboring box filled with cans of prepared pasta sauce slammed against her side with his added weight, but she couldn’t think to utter a single protest. Being surrounded by him was an experience in itself. She’d never be able to look at spaghetti sauce without thinking of this moment. She’d have to find a way to thank him in kind.
A secretive smile played along her lips. Vix would never get over missing this experience.
Chapter Eight
Releasing her, Rio staggered back until the door took his weight, providing the support he needed. He clenched his eyes closed, letting his head fall back against the wooden frame. He couldn’t look at her, knowing that little more than three feet away, she lay draped over the surrounding boxes, her tempting body posed in an erotic display after her climax.
His dick throbbed, begging him to go back and sink into her, feel those honeyed walls welcome him. Her sexy little body would hold him like a vice. Milk him until he had nothing left to give.
Fuck. He cupped himself, still feeling the line of pearls bouncing over the ridges along his length. His fingers slid over the juices covering his hard shaft—her juices. He needed to calm the fuck down so he could drag on his clothes without hurting himself.
What the hell had possessed him? In the last twenty-four hours he’d ditched his plans, chased a woman he’d just met across an airport, made out with her on the street, taken her shopping, then spent most of the night fucking her. Now he was in a restaurant storage room with his aching cock in his hand and not a single condom on him. If he weren’t standing here now, he never would have believed it was possible.
The image of Celeste filled his head. She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, the pearl drop earring swaying with her graceful movements. She’d given him the full range of her emotions, without reservation.
Damn, he needed to think, to figure out if she was the shy girl with the pearl earrings or the temptress with the fascinating pearl between her thighs. Because there was no way she could be both. Could she?
That’s the moment her fingers curled around his. His breath left him in a rush, and his head lolled forward to find her sweet, upturned face. “Let me,” she said, slipping her hand down to cup his balls with a feather-light touch. His head kept his steely resolve, echoing a determined no, as her fingers slipped over his cock, still wet with her juice and throbbing from those damn pearls. But his hips pushed forward, eager for more attention. Traitor. Obviously his other head didn’t give a damn about following through on his plan.
Celeste’s fingers circled his shaft, and his hand fell away, leaving her to take over. Her gasp flowed across his chest. He searched her face, drinking in the array of emotions fanning across her features. She tested the size and feel of his cock, ramping up the tension along every muscle in his thighs and ass. Keeping still after their tantalizing play was an excruciating struggle.
She offered up her mouth, her lips swollen from his attempt to silence her cries and keep every waiter in the building from crashing through the door. His fingers dug into her hair as he took her mouth, claiming the sweet recesses like he wanted to take her body. Her breath hitched, but the little witch knew what he wanted. Her tongue moved along his in tandem with her thumb. Learning every inch along the underside of his length, caressing on the way down. Light brushes of her thumb and a circular pattern with the pads of her fingers. A firm grasp while she sucked at his tongue. His cock was eating it up, wanting more of the unexpected attention. As quickly as she began, she stopped and slipped out of his arms.
Oh hell. She sank to her knees, pushing her dress down her arms. Oh hell! “Celeste…” The voice he heard, hoarse and pleading, wasn’t his own. There was no way. He shook his head in denial, his dick throbbing with need.
She closed her lips around him, surrounding him in moist heat, caressing him with her eager tongue. His head ricocheted against the door, his hips arching toward her. Celeste worked his length, using her hand at the base to cover all of him. Much as he wanted to hold still, to let her set the pace, she’d pushed him past his usual boundaries. The last few minutes, pumping between her thighs left him aching for the feel of her gripping him. He tried to say no to her, he honestly did, but his body bucked, pushing into her mouth of its own accord. He pulled back out slowly and his hips twitched again, sliding back inside her warm, wet mouth. I can’t… But Celeste surprised him again, stopping, tilting her head back, scorching him with her heated gaze.
Somehow, he caught himself this time, shifting away then back. His hands caught her head, keeping her in place while he struggled to keep control. Once more. Just once more, then he pulled all the way back, his ass hitting the door behind him.
Celeste was having none of it. She followed him, closing around his erection, sucking on him, holding his balls and urging him to finish. He couldn’t—wouldn’t do it. God, she was trying to kill him.
Then she purred, deep in her throat, and he lost it. He couldn’t give a warning, couldn’t back away. Instead, his hips surged against her, as if he was pumping between her legs. He should be feeling guilty, should want to apologize, but it was impossible, because with a single whimper she’d owned him like no woman ever had.
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Trolling the internet had its benefits and drawbacks. Until today, she’d thought the posts with porn videos were a nuisance. How many times had she scrolled past some distracted coed bobbing on a guy’s junk while trying to smile for the camera. Only a handful of clips tempted her to stop and watch, because the woman seemed to enjoy the act. When she’d seen Rio leaning against the door, holding himself, his chest heaving in exertion, she’d understood and known what to do. Hoping she wasn’t creating one of those nose-scrunching scenes, she’d glanced up at his face. Desire and pleasure had flowed over her. Heated. Intense. Raw. Rio had completely changed from the arrogant, self-assured powerhouse who’d swept her along with him.
What was most shocking, she’d done that to him. Feminine power was an unimaginable aphrodisiac.
She rolled her tongue inside her mouth, recalling the taste and feel of him. Had she really had sex next to a room full of people? In a storeroom, no less. Mind blown. Polite society would tell her she should be ashamed of what just happened. Instead, she felt empowered and in control of her life, if only for a few moments.
“How long will you be in town?” Rio handled Houston traffic like a lifelong city boy.
With the change, she had no idea. “Probably a couple of days. Which reminds me, I need to extend my reservation.” She dug into her purse.
“Hotel reservation?”
She pulled out her phone, going to the booking app. “Yes.”
His brows contracted. “I thought you were staying with your father.”
Ugh, she’d inadvertently talked herself into a corner. “I’d mentioned…” she cleared her throat, “we aren’t exactly close, but he asked me to come down.”
“I get it.” He nodded, his attention on the downtown exit.
He probably didn’t, but she’d be better off. Should she ask about his plans? Maybe she was pushing it, assuming too much. She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Is he at the hotel, too?”
Again, concern whispered at her conscience. “Yes. Unless he had something unexpected come up.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie. But it’s not like she could ever tell anyone about her father, the cartel boss.
“Do you think you’ll have any free time?”
Her pulse may have tripled. “I might.” But her father would be sending someone. Which means it could be anyone, at any time. She took a deep breath. “But I don’t think my father would deal wi
th this very well.” She motioned between them.
His lips twitched. “Yeah, I can see how things could get awkward.” The hotel loomed up ahead.
“How long will you be here?”
He gave her a quick glance. “A week or so, at least.”
A week. That should be plenty of time to visit with Oz. “Once I clear things up with my father, I’ll have a better idea of what’s happening.”
Rio pulled up to the end of the line in front of the luxury hotel. The space around her heart tightened. She didn’t want the cars to move, just so she’d have a few more minutes with him.
“How about you give me a call when you’re free,” he suggested.
She bit her lip, wishing she knew when she’d see her father. “I’m not sure when I’ll be able to call.”
He put the car in park and turned to her, pulling off the sunglasses. “Let’s try for this weekend.” His gaze moved over her features. “If not, next week.” She nodded and leaned in to meet him in a kiss that was both possessive and promising. A car horn blared with impatience, breaking them apart. Rio looked over her shoulder. She followed his line of sight to find a doorman waiting patiently for them to finish. “Call me.”
She nodded and straightened in her seat. The door opened beside her. “Could you get my bag from the back?” The man moved away, and with one last lingering look at Rio, she stepped out of the SUV and closed the door.
Neither moved. She glanced back to see the line piling up and a doorman craning his neck to see what was delaying them. Slowly, she raised her hand and gave a little wave. She followed the doorman through the entrance and to the front desk without a conscious thought.
Confirming the room was for one person almost brought her to tears. The woman behind the desk gave her an understanding smile and assured her the bellhop would help her to her room. But when she turned, she found a familiar face headed in her direction.
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