Killer Curves

by Regina Carlysle

  Recalling her duties as hostess, she stood and reached out a hand. “Come on. We’ll get you tucked away in the guest room. I hope you like it.” She led him through the house and finally they made it to the enormous guest room at the opposite end of the house from her own master bedroom. Safer that way. At least until she knew for sure what she was going to do with him now that he was here. If she were completely honest, there were about a million very sexy things she wanted to do with him but that course could be extremely dangerous to her heart. He was a superstar and she was more familiar than she wanted to be with the social scene surrounding men like him.

  “I’ll leave you to unwind, grab a shower if you want. When you’re finished, we’ll meet up and head to the patio out back. We’ll have a drink. Talk.”

  He turned from his study of the room and went completely still. His eyes dipped slowly down the length of her body, pausing at her breasts for a thrilling nanosecond before focusing on her face. Energy practically sizzled from his taut body and Carrie felt heat climb over her face. Did he like what he saw?

  Yes. He did. She knew it.

  Making a hasty retreat, she wondered what the hell she was going to do with J.T. More importantly, what was he going to do with her?

  Instead of heading back into the living room, she detoured to her room. Closing the door, she bolted for the oversized bath and frantically began to strip off her clothes. Grungy and dirty from her afternoon of housecleaning, she flipped on the shower then turned to look at herself in the mirror. Steam began to fill the room and cloud things but she had eyes. She’d changed some over the past three years. Mark had liked her fashionably thin and since his death three years ago, she’d filled out a bit. Yep. Unfashionably curvy. That was her. Mark wouldn’t approve but he was dead and she didn’t give a damn what he might think of the woman she’d become.

  Mark had almost destroyed her but she’d survived it. Survived him, damn it.

  What would J.T. think if he saw her this way?

  Would he think her beautiful? Sexy?

  The flash of heat she’d seen in his eyes earlier gave her the answers she needed. Oh, yeah. He’d liked what he’d seen. Maybe he was right and there had always been something hovering in the air between them. Maybe it was time to find out what it was and where they could take it.

  The way he’d felt in her arms flashed through her mind and her body heated with anticipation. The thought of taking J.T. Sims to her bed for days of wild, frantic sex sent her blood rushing hot, made her pussy clench with desire. The pulse set up and she reached down to dip her fingers into the heat that J.T. just might discover for himself, later tonight.

  Just like that she made up her mind. Dan Marshall wouldn’t be the man to relieve this empty feeling she carried with her continually. It was J.T. Maybe it was meant to be him.

  Pleasing herself, she started to touch. Her fingers were drenched, wet from the wicked thoughts that danced wildly in her mind. She wanted to do with handsome, sexy J.T., her friend, her almost-lover, everything she’d never dared before. Shifting her stance, she lowered her head and watched her fingers play through the blonde curls between her thighs, saw a glimpse of her own pink flesh.

  Frowning, she reached into a drawer and found a slender plastic bottle. Carefully pouring white cream from it, she quickly smeared it over her mound before she lost her nerve. If J.T. wanted sex, hot sweaty screaming sex, then she wanted him to see her as she really was. Everything. Knowing her mama would turn over in her grave, Carrie wiped the hair from her body and felt herself blush at the bare, flushed lips of her sex. Yep. She was pink and naked as a newborn.

  He would touch her there, kiss her there, lick that little pink knot and draw it sweetly into his mouth. The image ran wild through her mind. The way he’d eat her, drink her cream, make her come. Glancing up into the mirror, she saw that her lids had drifted low as the wicked scenario played in her mind.

  With a low groan, she began to tease and play. She couldn’t reach enough, reach deeper so she spread her legs wider and lifted her gaze to the mirror. What was she? Crazy? Masturbating when a gorgeous, stud of a man was here, tonight, under her own roof? To hell with it. The neediness she’d felt for way too long grabbed her as she lifted one hand to tease and pull at her nipple. Slowly manipulating, pulling the hard flesh, Carrie let the fingers of her other hand continue to stroke between her legs. Her head fell back as she visualized hot, sexy J.T doing these things to her body.

  Without warning the air in the room seemed to change, condense into a feeling of expectation.

  She heard a noise and jerked at a sound.

  “Hey, Carrie! Honey, I forgot to pack—”

  Silence fell. The air tensed, seemed thicker.

  Carrie’s eyes shot open to see J.T. standing motionless, framed in the center of her open bathroom door. The frantic gasp that curled up through her throat froze into stunned silence. Dear God! Her fingers were buried in her drenched pussy! What must she look like to him? Shame and a wicked desire caught her up as she noted the look of intensity that held J.T.’s features in a dark grip.

  Lust and a heavy dose of testosterone slithered through the humid air.

  Steam from the blasting shower curled around his naked torso and dappled his face. His sexy bottom lip went lax and he sent those darker-than-hellfire eyes over her naked body. Focused on the sight of her fingers buried in her flesh, he shifted and stepped completely into the room.

  She whipped her fingers from her body.

  Motionless, humiliated, and oddly turned on, she heard the desperate sound that broke from her lips as J.T. continued to stare. His nostrils flared. A muscle worked in his strong jaw. Would someone just shoot her dumb ass, please? Christ! She’d asked for this by leaving the bathroom door open. Embarrassment swamped her as she straightened abruptly and wrapped her arms around herself.

  “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare.” J.T.’s voice rasped from his throat. Bare from the waist up, wearing only his jeans, he stalked toward her. His gaze burned a path from the top of her head to her toes pausing at points between.

  “J.T., I—”

  “Uh-uh. No apologies, sweetheart. None. You hear me? God, you’re the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re every erotic dream I’ve had for years, standing here living, breathing, just waiting for me to fuck you. And I’m going to, damned if I’m not.”

  Carrie felt her breath expel in a quick rush. The heat of his body seared her as steam curled around them in the sultry room. J.T. took her face in his hands, his eyes fierce on hers. For a lingering moment, he traced her jaw with broad, calloused thumbs and then his hands moved.

  She swallowed a moan as he let his fingers trace the tender lines of her throat but he didn’t linger there. He was a man on a mission and soon, those hands, so big, so strong, cupped her breasts. His fingers teased and plucked. She watched his tongue dash over his full lower lip as if he were hungry for a taste.

  “These are the prettiest nipples I’ve ever seen,” he murmured low. “Pink and pouty. Absolutely perfect.” Shocking a gasp from her, he bent his dark head and took one in his mouth to suck. A sound, sharp and agonized rose from her throat as he pulled hard, sucked her deep. The sensation rocked her to her toes and the flesh she’d been busy pleasuring throbbed in time with the pulls of his mouth, the flick of his tongue.

  Giving her no time to protest, he drew her flush against him. Carrie felt the brush of denim against the tender flesh of her pussy and helplessly, she arched against the heavy weight of his erection. “God! J.T. Yes.”

  His head bent to her breast again.

  “Ah yeah, honey. You taste so fine,” he whispered against her nipple. His hand dipped low and he gasped as he touched the newly naked skin between her thighs. Long, thick fingers plumped the bare, tender lips and he moaned low around her breast. Finally, he drew back and Carrie felt her face burn as he looked down at her naked pussy. “Is this for me? God, you’re so fucking sweet. You feel
like silk down here.” Reaching out, ignoring her cry, he sifted his fingers through her hot, wet flesh, found her clit and gently took it between his thumb and forefinger. Tenderly, he pulled. He pinched lightly eliciting a low moan from lips. Her thighs began a violent tremble. “Did it feel good when you touched yourself? Tell me. Tell me, Carrie.”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Ah yeah.”

  His fingers dipped deep inside, slid into her cream. Two of them, then three. Yes, so full. Stretched by his stroking fingers, she moved helplessly feeling his hand bump her clit over and over. Heat shot up, spiked through her belly.

  “Mmm. Feels better when you do it, J.T. Ahhhh. Oh please. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched this way,” she whispered. Her lips went dry so she slid her tongue over them.

  The shower continued to blast behind her and heavy steam curled through the room as he withdrew his fingers. He played along her tender flesh with teasing strokes, taunted her with a flick of his finger, pulled and squeezed at her clit until she thought she’d lose her mind. Her legs trembled with the force of pleasure as he worked her to a fever pitch.

  Without warning, he released her, leaving her trembling and aching in a way she never had before. Growling a sound, he stripped off his jeans and let her look her fill at his beautiful, masculine body.

  Wow.

  Just. Wow.

  Carrie had always known J.T. was an ultra gorgeous man but seeing him like this, naked and aroused, was more than she’d ever imagined. Bronze skin gleamed under the glare of the lights in her bathroom. His shoulders were broad, his chest thick with muscle. Dark hair curled lightly across his chest and narrowed into a strip that bisected his long torso then widened again at his groin, a perfect nest for his pulsing, thick length. Jesus!

  Eyes glazing at the sight of his aroused male body, she caught her breath. His cock, hard and so very long was flushed dark with passion. The head was broad and thick. A drop of cum glistened on the tiny slit at the very end.

  Licking her lips, she knew she had to taste that creamy drop, lick that violently dark head, draw it into her mouth and master him. Her imagination went wild as she stood there naked in the middle of the room, wanting him.

  J.T. went utterly still. Holding her gaze, he reached down and slid his hand up the long, turgid length. “Do you want it, sweetheart? Do you want me?”

  Carrie started to reach for him but he didn’t give her a chance. Surprising a startled sound from her, he lifted her up and carried her into the shower.

  She could do nothing but hold on. The warmth of him called to her on a level that was impossible to fathom. More than lust. Stronger than passion. Having some measure of control had always been an ingrained part of her personality but just this once, for now, she let go. Let him take control. Her legs wound round his waist and she heard the low sound he made as he stepped with her into the steamy enclosure. Throbbing, drenched flesh pressed against his abdomen as she tightened her legs around him. Pressed to him this way was beyond decadent. She laid her head against his shoulder and clung as J.T. dipped them both under the warm spray.

  “Um. Let’s warm you up,” he said as he turned and let the water rush over her hair. It cruised down her bare back. Delicious. But not as wonderful as the touch of his hands holding fiercely to her butt. Bending his knees, he lowered his mouth to draw one tense nipple into the heat of his mouth. He made a rough sound. It vibrated against that throbbing flesh just as his hands roughly squeezed her ass. The water from the shower followed the path of his fingers as he stroked her, dipped them deep to probe lightly at the bud of her anus. Slowly he circled, eliciting a small cry from her, before diving even lower to tease the drenched folds between her legs.

  “J.T.” she gasped.

  “Right here.”

  “Oh, please.”

  “Yeah, honey. Just be still. Let me play.” His breath puffed hot against her throat, once, twice, before he took her mouth is a slow devastating kiss. Hungry. Oh yes, he was a hungry man. He sucked at her tongue as his fingers probed her soaked channel. Helplessly Carrie writhed as pleasure shook her.

  “Help me,” she whispered low against his water-dappled chest. “Help me, J.T.”

  With a groan, he turned and settled her on a built-in marble seat and went to his knees on the shower tiles. Carrie looked down at his bent head, saw the droplets of water that clung to his damp curls.

  His hands looked so dark against the paleness of her thighs. Carrie trembled. Reaching out she sifted her fingers through the shiny stuff. He was an utterly beautiful man. J.T.’s head went up. His eyes burned dark with passion.

  “You’re everything, Carrie darlin’. Just everything,” he murmured low. “Do you have any idea how many nights I laid awake and imagined this moment? This exact moment?”

  Unable to comprehend such a thing, she shook her head.

  Had anyone ever wanted her this much? The simple answer was no.

  “Oh, sweetie. My sweet J.T.”

  “Let me make you feel good, Carrie.”

  “Yes.”

  He reached behind her and drew her gently to the edge of the marble bench. It was wet and she slid easily. Then he settled those big hands on her thighs again. Drawing her legs apart, opening her, he stared for several long moments. A muscle worked in his jaw. His nostrils flared as steamy hot water pounded his broad back.

  He liked what he saw. Oh yes, he did.

  Carrie’s mouth went dry and she swallowed hard.

  Slowly he reached out. He touched. Drawing a finger down her center, over the lips of her sex, he began to tease and play. Sensation flashed over her, bowing her spine, her head dropped back and her low moan mingled with the sounds of running water.

  J.T. plucked at her clit, she felt his breath as he moved closer. Pleasure was alive, zinging through her system like a shot of whiskey and Carrie wanted to beg when she’d never been the sort of woman to do such a thing.

  Beside her hip sat a bottle of fragrant liquid soap and J.T. grabbed it up. Carrie watched him dribble the lavender colored stuff in his hands and rub them together. His eyes never left her bare, open pussy.

  The sight was beyond decadent but then he began to stroke and she lost all sense of reasoning. Broad soapy hands rubbed over her neck and shoulders, drifted to her sensitive breasts. He stopped there to tease her nipples until they jabbed relentlessly into the palms of his hands. His hands moved with lingering strokes over her torso. J.T. worshipped her body until she knew, just knew he’d have her praying for mercy quicker than a flash.

  The man knew how to work a woman.

  A true master.

  Carrie groaned as frustration of the sexual kind grabbed her in a stranglehold. He speared her sex with his fingers in a long smooth stroke and she arched again.

  “Ah, man, you’re sweet. Look, Carrie. Look at this.”

  Forcing her eyes open, she watched his fingers slide slowly, sinuously, in and out. Unable to do anything else, she moved against the pleasure as it began to build. The pads of his fingers stroked a spot deep inside and a frantic sound broke free, shimmering in the sultry air as the electrifying current swept her. “J.T.”

  “Yeah, honey. Move like that. Move that way. God your pussy is so beautiful. It makes me hungry for a taste. Bet you’re delicious.”

  His thumb flicked her clit relentlessly and then he moved aside slightly. Water from the showerhead swept her body and using his hands he wiped the soap away. Reaching down, moving closer, he bent and blew a hot breath against her quivering flesh.

  Unable to take it, anticipation killing her slowly, she gripped his head, ran her fingers through his jet black hair. “Eat me. Take me.”

  “Yeah, honey. I’m fucking sick of waiting.”

  He spoke the words against her pulsing core, licked along her bare labia. His teeth nipped there before he stroked his tongue, long and slow over the drenched pink folds. “Oh yesssss. God! J.T.!”

  Back arched, she wrapped her legs around his shoulder
s as he ate her up like a hot fudge sundae. Holy shit! Mastering her, he ate, drank her cream, dipped his tongue deep inside. Helplessly, she squeezed at him, begging for more.

  Really begging!

  Unbelievably, she heard the words break free from her mouth as she clutched his face to her pussy. She throbbed. Ached. Carrie lost herself to his warm mouth, his clever tongue. His fingers dipped into her cream and spread it up to circle the moisture around her rectum. His thumb inched inside, increasing the sensation of heat that drew her body up. Forbidden, dark desire latched on and wouldn’t let go.

  She cried out.

  J.T. withdrew his broad thumb and speared deep into her center with two fingers as he sucked gently at her clit. Then he drew harder as she cried out against the thrust of pleasure.

  “Yes! Ooh, yes. I’m coming.”

  His groan vibrated against her skin, his tongue flicked and just like that, she burst around him. Her cries bounced through the shower and came back in a frantic wave so powerful she thought she might fly apart.

  His mouth settled, soft and warm, as he gently lapped and Carrie felt a blast of the deepest sort of feeling for this big tender man consume her. Was it love? Was it lust? She didn’t know. She only knew that for the first time in her life she felt…what was it?

  Oh yeah.

  She knew what he made her feel.

  He made her feel cherished.

  Chapter Three

  God, she was delicious.

  J. T. stood, looming over her and looked down. Her bluebonnet blue eyes were lazy and glazed. Just the way he wanted her. If he had his way, she’d look this way for the rest of her life but it was too soon. Hell! He’d just barreled into Texas and already, his assault was going better than he’d dreamed but she was raw. He could practically feel her confusion. A little bit of confusion was to be expected but he planned to conquer that. Just the way he’d conquered her delicious, lush body here in this shower.