by Jamie Denton
He gave equal attention to her other breast. Stroking her, he increased the pressure by the slightest degree just enough to push her closer to the edge of no return.
“What about this?” The warmth of his breath fanned her ear. He pushed aside the lace, exposing all of her, before easing his finger deep inside her. A moan bubbled up from inside her at the delicious intrusion of him pushing into her body. He withdrew slowly, spreading the moisture he collected over her folds, taking reverent care in caressing her swollen, throbbing clit. “Do you like it this way?” he asked her, his voice ragged.
“More,” she whispered, lifting her hips. She wanted much more. She wanted all of him, filling her, pleasuring her, and she never wanted the moment to end.
He answered her demand, slipping two fingers inside her.
“Yes.” The word came out on a hiss of breath. She lifted her hips even higher, pulling him more deeply inside her body. It wasn’t enough. “More,” she whimpered.
“Oh, my…yes.” She felt her body give to accommodate him, felt the liquid heat of her own arousal and it still wasn’t enough to quell the pressure building inside her. She arched her back, then opened her eyes to look down at his incredibly talented hands giving her pleasure, marveling at the sight of him inside her body. With both feet on the table supporting her, she lifted her hips and took him as far as her body would allow.
His other hand held her bottom to steady her, his fingers kneading her flesh. Her head fell back and she cried out as she inched closer and closer to the center of exquisite pleasure.
“Come for me, babe,” he whispered.
Her body trembled. She cried out, but the release she sought remained out of her grasp. “Take me there.” She managed to rasp the words around the tightening of her throat.
His hand moved from her bottom, but she didn’t much care once he caught her clit between his fingers. More pressure. More pleasure.
She rode him hard, stroking, reaching, searching for blessed release. Her moans grew louder, more insistent the closer he carried her toward the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged her. “Take it all.” He thrust harder and faster.
She whimpered. Her body trembling, straining closer…so close.
“You’re so wet,” he said roughly and kicked the pressure on her clit up a notch. “So hot and slick.”
The first electrifying sparks burst within her with a force she’d never known before. “Duncan!” she called out as her world tilted.
“I’m here,” he said, reassuring her. “Let it go, babe. I’ll keep you safe.”
Her eyes flew open and she looked at him in wonder as another explosion of pleasure ripped through her. She cried out and reached for him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she rode wave after wave of the rush of molten heat.
She clung to him, trusting him to keep his word. Trusting him to keep her safe.
The world slowly righted. Somehow his arms were around her, holding her against him, his hand smoothing her hair away from her face. The beat of his heart against her ear comforted her. The heat of his body warmed her. The tenderness in the way he held her touched her so deeply she feared she’d weep.
The ringing of the doorbell startled her. “Damn,” she muttered. Her dinner. She’d completely forgotten.
Duncan pulled back to look down at her. “Expecting someone else?” he asked.
She managed a weak smile shook her head. “Deli delivery,” she said. “Oh God, I can’t move.” She didn’t want to move, either, but she didn’t see much difference at this point. Want. Can’t. She didn’t care so long as he continued to hold and stroke her with such sweet gentleness.
With more reluctance than she would’ve ever believed possible, she slipped out of his embrace and searched for the twenty that had been on the hall table. She found it tangled in her discarded clothes and forgotten socks, scooped them all up and handed him the money. “Here,” she said, then reached up to plant a quick kiss on his lips. “I’ll be right back.”
The wicked grin on his face had her pulse revving all over again. “I’ll find you.”
She nodded and took off toward the bedroom, dropping her top, then her shorts in the hallway. She unhooked her bra and left it near the bedroom door, then slipped out of her panties and hung them on the doorknob. She didn’t want him to have any trouble finding her.
As far as she was concerned, once he stepped into her bedroom, tomorrow would be a long time coming…at least for this weekend.
13
DUNCAN STOOD with his hands braced on the faux marble counter in Sunny’s kitchen, fighting to regain control of his libido despite the ridiculous impossibility of the task. He’d come to Sunny’s apartment with a solid, crystal-clear agenda, but for the life of him, he was having a hell of time remembering exactly what that had been. Work, obviously, but that was the last thing on his mind at the moment, not when there was a woman—hopefully naked—waiting for him to join her in the next room.
The tantalizing aroma of spices from whatever Sunny had delivered wafted from the plastic sack he’d set on the counter, drawing his attention. He set the bag inside the refrigerator and reached for one of the bottles of water. Food may be the least of his priorities, but the bottle of sparkling wine on one of the lower shelves held definite possibilities.
He walked to the edge of the kitchen. “How about some wine?” he called out to Sunny.
“That’s fine,” she answered from the bedroom. “Glasses are in the top cabinet on the left by the sink.”
He located a pair of frighteningly delicate champagne flutes and set them on the counter. A search of her neatly arranged cabinets didn’t produce an ice bucket, so he improvised with the largest bowl he could scrounge up, filled it with ice, then wrapped a kitchen towel around the bottle before removing the cork.
With the makeshift ice bucket and flutes in hand, he headed for the hallway she’d disappeared down. A pair of yellow shorts marked the entrance to the short corridor, followed by a filmy tank top and two thick, fuzzy socks and finally her lace bra, leading the way to her bedroom door. The lace panties that had nearly had him requiring respiratory therapy when he’d removed her shorts, hung from the knob like the final clue leading the way to the prize beyond.
“What took you so long?”
His eyes slowly adjusted to the dimness of the room, cast in shadows from the soft, flickering candlelight. Several fat pillar-style candles were scattered throughout the room, on the long dresser, the tall bureau and one on each nightstand beside a queen-size bed with the covers drawn back. But no Sunny. “I had to navigate an obstacle course,” he said. “Where are you?”
“Waiting.”
He turned toward the sound of her soft voice. She emerged from what he suspected to be the master bathroom, stepping into the light where he could finally see her.
“For you,” she added.
She crossed the room toward him, predatory and beautiful. Her lips, still swollen from his kisses, were curved into the beguiling smile of a woman confident in what she wanted and unafraid to make her demands known. He appreciated her boldness, liked that she didn’t try to play coy, and loved how close she’d come to mindless earlier. He wondered if her confidence would wane if she knew that had been only the beginning of where he planned to take her tonight.
If his hands hadn’t been full, he’d have hauled her up against him and kissed her senseless. The need to touch her, to smooth his hands over her curves, to explore every luscious inch of her body, had his dick throbbing painfully. He’d never wanted to thoroughly possess a woman, not in the way he longed to make Sunny his.
The realization gave him a moment’s pause, wondering exactly how complicated a relationship would be for them. For her especially, now that she was close to achieving her goal. He was well aware his connection to SEDSCAM could cause problems for her, and he couldn’t ignore the nudge from his conscience that any involvement with him might hurt her chances for a transfer to
ISU.
If he told her the truth about his leaving the Bureau, there’d be no way in hell she’d let him near her investigation. That aspect alone had already been compromised with her news the big shot in ISU was personally monitoring her progress on the case. Convincing her to let him in now would take some fancy maneuvering on his part, but he felt confident she’d let him play inside her sandbox. If he came clean about being relieved from duty for misconduct, not only could he blow his three biggest cases, but he’d place the business and his brother’s continued success in jeopardy.
Bravery, fidelity, integrity. The bravery and fidelity portions weren’t an issue. But he knew for damned sure Sunny would make a federal case out of the integrity part of the Bureau’s motto, and nights like tonight would be nothing but a fond memory.
She took the bowl from him and carried it to the nightstand. “Left or right?”
“Excuse me?”
“The bed,” she said. “Do you sleep on the left or the right?”
He walked over to the nightstand and set the glassware beside the bowl. A strip of half-dozen gold foil packets lay next to the lamp. Such blind faith, he thought and smiled.
Her hands drifted over his back, slowly winding around his waist until her slender body brushed up against his back, her cheek pressed against his spine. He looked down at her hands splayed across his abdomen. No way in hell could he walk away from her.
Deciding to take his chances, he loosened her hold on him and turned to face her. “Who says we’ll be sleeping?”
Her smile broadened. “Ambitious men are so sexy,” she purred wickedly.
He smoothed his hands over the bare skin, down her back to her rounded bottom and urged her close. He dipped his head, kissing her thoroughly and sealing his fate with the first sweep of his tongue inside the sweet warmth of her mouth.
For now, he elected not to think about the future. No purpose would be served worrying about what would come during the light of day or what vital parts of his anatomy Sunny would divest him of once she discovered the truth. Instead, he shoved his reservations deep into the shadows. For tonight, all that mattered was Sunny, sensual exploration and mutual pleasure.
She made short work of the buttons on his shirt, then shoved the fabric down his arms. With her face cupped gently in his palms, he made love to her mouth while she unfastened the buckle of his belt and the button-fly of his jeans. Her hand dipped beneath the waistband of his briefs, boldly wrapping her slender fingers around his length. His hips jerked, and she moaned softly in his mouth.
She broke contact, then used her lips, her teeth and her tongue to kiss, nip and lave his chest. He let go of her long enough to remove his shirt. Before it hit the floor, her hands were suddenly everywhere—on his abdomen, at his waist, shoving his jeans down his legs, kneading his ass, teasing his inner thighs. The warmth of her breath fanned his cock, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she cupped his balls in her hand.
“Hmm, so heavy,” she murmured, then drew her tongue up the length of his dick with agonizing slowness. Her lips brushed against the head before her tongue lapped at the moisture gathered on the tip.
“Not for long if you keep that up,” he said tightly.
Her laughter was low, husky and so seductive he had to count to ten to maintain control. “I don’t think we’ll have any problem keeping you up.”
If she kept talking that way, he’d be over the edge in no time. She’d already pushed him too close for comfort.
She settled to her knees in front of him, and his stomach bottomed out as she slowly slid her warm, moist lips over the head of his cock. With the tips of his fingers on her shoulders, he braced his feet slightly apart and lowered his gaze, watching her love him with her mouth in long, slow, wet strokes.
The pressure built fast. Too fast. He gritted his teeth and looked away only to catch their reflection in the antique mirror angled in the corner of the room. The view was even more erotic. Her knees were slightly parted, and her shapely backside raised upward as her hips slowly rocked back, then forward with each deep stroke of her mouth, giving him a perfect, clear view of her center from behind. Under the warm glow of the candlelight, he stared in amazement at their reflection, his gaze zeroing in on the dewy moisture glistening between her legs.
The revelation that her going down on him was making her wet pushed him past the limits of his control. Unable to withstand another nanosecond of her exquisite brand of sensual torture, he reached for her. She dipped her shoulders to escape his grasp and her hands flew to his ass, gripping him firmly with both hands, the edge of her fingernails biting into his flesh. She pumped him harder, faster with her mouth, but it was the whimper of need in her throat, vibrating around his cock that proved his downfall.
His control shattered and he flew over the edge into sweet oblivion with a velocity that rocked his core. A growl ripped from his chest. His knees threatened to buckle from the force of his release, yet she still refused to relinquish him, milking him and pushing him further into the abyss as the aftershocks of ecstasy rolled through him.
His heart pounded in his chest until he thought it would burst. The ringing in his ears was even more deafening as he struggled to regulate his breathing. Damn, he hadn’t meant for that to happen quite so fast.
Slowly, Sunny rose to her feet, placing biting little kisses over his flesh. She took his hand and laced their fingers together, then slid their joined hands down to her damp curls. Parting her legs slightly, she guided him to her heated core. “You made me all wet,” she rasped, her breathing nearly as hard as his own. “I almost came giving you head.”
She released his hand and wrapped her fingers around his biceps. Her head tipped back and her lips opened as she rocked against his hand while keeping her half-lidded, desire-filled gaze locked with his.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice rough from lack of oxygen.
He pressed his thumb against her clit then circled the tender, swollen flesh. Her eyes darkened to the color of rich jade, and she drew in a sharp breath through her teeth. Her lips turned into a sexy pout and she moaned, the sound incredibly arousing. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. She pressed down and tightened her slick, hot sheath around the length of his fingers buried inside her.
He needed a little time before he could satisfy that particular demand. With her already nearing the point of total mindlessness, he had a good feeling the wait wouldn’t be a long one. Especially when there were so many other ways he wanted to bring her pleasure.
Needing to catch his breath, but not wanting to give her a chance to cool, he gently urged her down onto the bed. Sliding his body over hers, he tasted her skin, explored her curves at his leisure despite her whimpers of protest and the urgency of her hands demanding he speed up the process.
He had no intention of rushing things. Rising above her, he supported his weight on his elbows, then lightly brushed the hair from her face. “Shhh,” he murmured, then kissed the frown marring her porcelain complexion. “We have all night. All weekend for that matter. What’s the rush, babe?”
“I want you,” she whispered. She looped her arms around his neck. Uncertainty entered her gaze. “So much it’s scaring me.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Except maybe him following through on her prediction of breaking her heart when she found out he hadn’t been completely honest with her. “I’m not going anywhere.” God help him, he meant every last word.
“Then make love to me,” she said before lifting her lips to his. Her kiss was fierce, hot and demanding.
He palmed her breast and she arched into his hand when he dragged his thumb lazily over the tight peak. Her fingers sank into his hair and she urged his head down. Taking her breast into his mouth had her hips rolling up to meet his.
He left her long enough to snag one of the pillows gathered against the headboard. “Lift your hips,” he gently ordered, then adjusted the pillow beneath her bottom to elevate her. He gently pre
ssed her thighs open, exposing her hot, wet center.
He dotted the tender flesh of her abdomen with kisses while rhythmically stroking her slick folds with his finger until she let out a soft moan and stretched her arms over her head, palms up. She closed her eyes, offering her sweet body to his will. He wondered if she had any idea how he treasured the precious gift she gave to him so freely.
He shifted his weight and settled between her thighs, awed by the sight of her petal-soft feminine flesh slick with the evidence her arousal. Carefully, he spread her folds, exposing her core and the tight swollen clit he ached to taste. Tracing the opening with the tip of his finger, he slipped inside to collect and smooth the thick, wet heat over the pink, throbbing bud. Her hips bucked when he touched the ultratender flesh, followed by a low, deep groan so sultry his dick began to throb.
He wanted her so mindless with passion, so caught up in need that all that mattered to her was the pleasure he could give her. And then he took her there.
He pushed her, teased her closer to the edge until she was tossing her head from side to side, her hands gripping the sheets. The orgasm she sought, he intentionally kept just out of her reach.
He pushed inside her and felt her muscles contract around his fingers. Stroking her, long, slow, then changing the pace when he felt her close to coming apart, only to slow her down again. Her cries of frustration grew louder, her breathing hard. His own arousal reached the point of pain, but he wanted her wild for him before he took her and made her completely his.
Dipping his head, he tasted her. With her hips elevated, he lapped her need with his tongue. Her cries turned to deep groans of intense pleasure. He continued to stroke her deeply and suckled her throbbing clit. She came hard, crying his name, her body convulsing around his hand as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.