Havoc

by Autumn Grey

  I nodded, breathless at the thought of this beautiful man with his beautiful, strong hands, using them to immortalize me on canvas. And touching my neck, breasts, and thighs.

  Jesus!

  I clenched my thighs and let out a shaky breath as that image teased me.

  He wanted me. Me, Selene. The slightly overweight girl who'd suffered through childhood, The Face of Curves, taking the world one tiny storm at time, and at that minute, the object of Remington's attention.

  Remington exhaled a controlled breath. He turned around, his eyes scanning the restaurant. When he found what he was searching for, he nodded once. The same waiter who had served us before, materialized beside him. They spoke in French in low tones. I could hardly hear what they were talking about. Then the waiter left without sparing me a glance. Remington switched his focus to me, his hot gaze straying to the gentle dip of my gown.

  What was he up to? Well, other than looking like he's about to devour me, just like he had his dessert.

  The waiter returned minutes later, handed Remington a set of keys, and then left again.

  The muscles under his white shirt flexed as he stood. He bent forward until his mouth met my ear, and then he flicked his tongue to trace my earlobe before nipping it. My body was coiled so tightly, I almost jumped out of my seat at the contact. "On your feet, ma belle."

  "Where are we going?"

  "The lounge rooms."

  "Wait, wait. Why?" I whispered, my pulse beating in my ears and heat racing all over my body. The look on his face—lust, mischievousness and a challenging glint in his eyes—was destroying whatever brain cells I had left after our titillating dinner.

  "For you, three months of debauchery and indulging in several acts of hedonistic pleasure. Me, I get to draw you and touch you. Whenever. Wherever." His eyebrows rose slowly in that challenging way I was getting used to. "Sounds like a deal worth sealing in private, no?"

  "We could do that in here." I waved a hand around the restaurant. I didn't trust myself to be alone with him. My body had been fighting some serious gravity to slam myself into him the entire evening. I hadn't had sex in a while and I was afraid I'd rip his tuxedo from his body and do dirty things to him. Given the way he'd been looking at me the entire evening since we sat around this table, I was sure he wouldn't mind.

  "I prefer to do it in private. You aren't afraid of a little kiss, are you?"

  My back straightened. My previous thoughts of not trusting myself around him vanished.

  Afraid? "Where are the rooms?"

  He smiled, and for a second, I wondered what I was really getting myself into. "Third floor. Chambre trois. Take the lift down the hallway." He pointed the direction with his stubbled chin.

  "I'll meet you there in two minutes," I said. Afraid my ass!

  "Don't keep me waiting, Selene." He grinned wickedly, turned, and strode away with his usual gait. Measured, confident steps full of purpose.

  It dawned on me that Remington had a way of making me do things I wouldn't have done before. It was as though he could read my mind, see the things I was afraid to do but wanted them badly. He knew when to challenge me, how to challenge me.

  The old me would be fiddling with my clutch bag, contemplating how safe meeting Remington in a secluded room was. The new me savored the recklessness of the situation, the idea of making out with him in public as foreign and intriguing as the man himself. Moreover, that grin hit the right spots, sending me shooting from my chair and following him, anticipation and lust fueling my legs.

  I STOOD in a red-carpeted hallway, staring at the gold plate with the number 3 on it and trying to bring my fast breaths under control. My body contradicted my mind; I wanted this, but I was afraid of what awaited me on the other side of the dark hardwood door.

  It's just Remington. Yeah. A man whose moods changed like the wind, and for some reason, I wanted to know what made him tick. Or what made my body tick whenever I was within his vicinity.

  Don't keep me waiting, Selene.

  With those words in mind, I glanced quickly over my shoulder before twisting the doorknob and pushing the door slightly inward.

  "Remington?" I called out breathlessly.

  "Come in, Selene."

  I stepped into the room and glanced around the space lit by three pendant lights hanging strategically on the ceiling. An oval table with six chairs around it stood close to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The curtains were open, giving a view of a sky full of stars and the street below. A pool table stood in the middle of the room and in the far corner of the room was a cabinet, which I assumed held beverages. There was only one painting decorating the white walls. This was just a normal room that restaurant patrons—probably an all-male room—retired to if they wanted to extend their stay.

  Finally, I turned to face Remington and swallowed hard. He stood at the far end of the room, tall, strong broad-shouldered, his chin thrust up and his hands behind his back. The flirty and fun Remington was gone. In his stead was a man radiating sexual power, control, seeming to take up space in the large room. For just a second, my step faltered and my grip on the doorknob tightened. We stared at each other from opposite sides of the room.

  What was he thinking?

  He dropped his arms to his sides and ambled toward me in long, measured steps, his eyes now dark and hooded, fixed on mine. I wet my lips and swallowed the ball of nervous anticipation in my throat. I waited, unable to move, stealing little breaths of air and failing miserably.

  God, I was already panting shamelessly and he hadn't even touched me.

  He stopped in front of me and leaned forward, his cheek brushing against mine. He covered my hand with his around the doorknob and pushed it shut, twisting the key. The click of the lock echoed around the silent room, causing me to jump. He pried the clutch from my hands and tossed it on a small table on my right. He then ran his hand up the exposed skin of my back, his fingers digging into my hair, grabbing it, and tugging gently.

  He dragged the tip of his nose along my jaw, inhaling deeply.

  "Are you afraid of me?" His deep voice was hoarse.

  Oh, dear God. "You're quite intense."

  "You don't like intense?" He pulled back to look at me.

  "I've never had intense," I said, breathless and panting. Surely, this was torture.

  "Get used to it. Because this is the only way I know how to be. I want you to be comfortable around me."

  Then he pressed his lips to the side of my neck. I stopped breathing completely, waiting. He lifted his hand from mine and slid his fingers to my hip, around the curve of my butt, squeezing gently. He groaned, his chest vibrating with it. I exhaled and closed my eyes, giddy, knowing I had this effect on this man.

  "I've wanted to do this since I saw you naked in my room," he murmured, and I could feel his smile imprinting itself on my skin.

  My eyes snapped open. "You have?" He nodded into my neck, his hand inching underneath my dress and drawing circles on my stocking-clad thigh with his thumb. "You didn't seem impressed that night."

  "Oh, I was very impressed. For once in a long time, my cock, mind, and body were in synchrony. If I hadn't left, I'd have thrown you on that bed and fucked you. Hard. I took two cold showers to cool me down, and that was after my failed attempt to satisfy myself with my hands twice."

  "I wasn't very impressed with the way you treated me when you saw me. I'd have maimed you if you had tried to touch me."

  "I want to apologize for that."

  Before I could prepare for it, one of his arms hooked under my knees, lifted me up, and headed for the oval table. I gasped, shocked by his immense strength as my arms flew around his shoulders and clung to him.

  Color me impressed. This is a man who could lift and carry me without me having to worry I'd do some damage. I couldn't remember anyone ever lifting me so effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing. Remington had my full attention.

  He lowered me on the smooth surface and spread my legs, moving his body between
them, before grabbing my hips and pulling me forward, right where his arousal pressed against my core. I squeezed my thighs around his hips, causing him to groan again.

  "I have to touch you, Selene," he murmured, his hand moved under my dress and up my thigh, stopping at the edge of my garters. He pulled back, his eyes focused on where his fingers were tracing the lace. He looked up and swallowed hard.

  "I thought we were here just to kiss. Not that I'm objecting." My fingers slid to the nape of his neck, twirling the curls there.

  "Never trust a man when he says he just wants to kiss you." Those strong fingers inched up and between my legs, brushing the lace of my panties. He paused, a question clear in his eyes while flirting, when I wanted those thick, long fingers inside me.

  "Including you?"

  "Especially me," he said hoarsely, pressing his lips to mine. He sucked my top lip between his lips. "If I kiss you, I fuck you. Whether it's with my cock, my fingers, or my mouth, I go all the way. When I finally have you naked and spread before me, every little part of your body will be mine to worship. My mouth will lick and suck, my hands will caress you, and I bite, ma belle, hard and light. But I do bite. And when I finally slide deep inside you, stroking in and out, you'll think of nothing else but me and my cock and my mouth." His teeth grazed my lower lip, lightly. The tip of his tongue swept along the seam of my parted lips, and mine darted out to touch his.

  My body was on fire, fuelled by his words. Remington was the first man ever to say something so sinfully dirty and, holy shit, it was the most arousing thing. He was pushing all the right buttons with just his words and hands. My thighs trembled and my breathing was ragged, mirroring his. Somehow, I found the strength to wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Wanting more. Needing more. I slid my hands up his chest, savoring the hardness beneath them. Then I did something I'd never done before, startling myself, and apparently, Remington, given the way his eyes widened and darkened even further. I wrapped his tie around my fist and tugged him forward, brushed my lips on his jaw inching toward his strong neck and sucked.

  He groaned, and his fingers left my hips and dug into my hair, fisted it, and jerked back, bringing his lips to my ear. "Selene, Selene, Selene. You're so damn beautiful." My name fell from his lips, like a prayer from a desperate man.

  Then his mouth was on mine. There was nothing gentlemanly about the kiss. It was aggressive, possessive, utterly and deeply claiming. His tongue tangled with mine, tasting, exploring, teasing. He pulled away and my tongue followed his, tracing his bottom lip. I nipped him like I'd wanted to do for a while now. A growl escaped his mouth, making my whole body vibrate. I pushed my hips forward. I rubbed against him. I couldn't get enough as he gyrated his pelvis. "You've bewitched me with your body, your mouth, this."

  He released my hair and cupped my breast through my bra while the other hand continued its trail down my body to pleasure me through the soft material between my legs. His thumb brushed against my nipple, so sensitive and hard. He bowed his head, taking one nipple between his lips, and sucked through the material, tugging gently.

  "Remington. God, Remington." A breathless moan poured between my lips. I felt reckless, a need unlike any other coiled inside me.

  "Mon Dieu, I can smell your arousal. So good. You're so wet. Tell me what you want. What's your pleasure, my beautiful?"

  I felt him everywhere. My body was bombarded by all these feelings, things I hadn't felt in a long time, things I had never felt in my entire life. Remington didn't just kiss me and touch me. He breathed life into my skin. He consumed me. He'd reached inside me with just a breath, took my uncertainties and insecurities, hurt and chaos, and turned them into wild passion. I couldn't find the words to tell him what I wanted. I didn't even know what I wanted.

  I pulled back to catch my breath, but he pulled me right back and kissed me as if to let me know I wasn't going anywhere.

  Of course, I had no intention of leaving his arms. I wanted what he was offering me. I wanted it bad.

  He buried his face into the crook of my neck. “What do you want?” I tilted my head to the side, giving him access to my throat. There. Right there, he licked my skin, tasting it, and then traced his nose along my jaw. When I didn't respond, the hand between my legs halted their sweet, delicious torture. "Say it. Tell me what you need."

  How would his lips feel on parts of my body other than my neck and lips and breasts? Would it be better, more explosive?

  Suddenly, he moved away from my body, leaving me cold. He grabbed my hand and dragged me past the pool table and straight to the windows. Dropping my hand, he pressed me against the cool glass and then stood back, scrutinizing me with dark, hungry eyes. I held my breath, waiting, my hot body shivering at the contact with the cool glass

  "Hands on the glass and leave them there."

  I did as I was told.

  He stepped closer and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Keep your eyes on me."

  I nodded quickly and licked my lips in anticipation. As soon as his hands wandered down the sides of my breasts, I released a breath and closed my eyes. He squeezed gently, a warning. My eyes flew open to see him following the path his fingers were trailing down my body, leaving me trembling.

  "God, your touch, Remington, I love how your hands feel on my body."

  He looked up at me, a small smile on his lips. "And I love how your body feels in my hands. Utterly breathtaking." He fingered the edge of my skirt, and then lifted it, caressing my inner thigh. He pushed my panties aside with one hand and teased my clit, watching me intently and slipped the other around my back to cup my butt, pushing me into him.

  I darted a look over my shoulder to the dark street below. "Remington, I don't think…"

  "Don't think, just feel. Spread your legs wider. I want to taste you."

  My thighs squeezed together instead. "What?"

  His eyes widened slightly, and I knew he had figured it out. He removed his finger from inside me and brought both hands to my waist. "Have you never done this before?"

  I shook my head as heat spread across my face. James hadn't been the oral sex kind of guy. He rarely ever touched me down there with anything other than his dick. But, Remington seemed to revel in the idea.

  His eyes darkened even further at this revelation and the hand now on my hip trembled, tightening. "I'm your first?"

  I nodded, unable to read his expression. I felt his hands loosen around my waist. This was it. Maybe he wasn't interested in going beyond kissing me. I braced myself for the rejection I knew was coming. Without warning, he dropped to his knees, and pushed the skirt up around my hips. He buried his face between my thighs and pressed little kisses on my skin. His scruff rubbed against the inside of my thighs, and I lost the ability to breath for a second or ten.

  Holy fuck! I was getting my first tongue-fuck ever from this complicated, hot man.

  His hands left my dress and went for my panties. He hooked his fingers around the band and slid it down to my ankles. Then he brought those strong hands back to my thighs and opened them wider. With one last look at me, he brought his face back between my legs. As soon as his tongue touched my folds, I forgot that we might be giving a free show to the pedestrians below. I lost myself to the most pleasurable feeling I'd ever experienced while I watched his dark head bob as he continued to give me what I've been missing my whole life.

  Every thought melted away and my body coiled tightly in expectation as his warm breath caressed my skin. His kissed me unhurriedly as if he had the entire night at his disposal. Then his fingers were there, spreading and stroking me in and out, alternating between gentle and hard licks. He knew what to do to make me moan.

  My hands left the window, desperately in need of holding onto something and gripped his soft hair, pulling tightly. He moaned and the sounds vibrated all over my body, causing my knees to weaken.

  "Your hands, Selene."

  "But I want to touch you."

  "No," he growled and I shivered at h
is response. God, he was bossy and I loved it.

  I returned them to their original place, afraid he might stop if I didn't follow his orders.

  His lips moved to my inner thigh and nipped my skin. I screamed and trembled, my body torn between pleasure and pain and my knees gave out. His hands gripped me harder, pinning me on the glass to support my weight. He did something with his tongue, hitting a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves. My back arched as I moaned. He groaned in obvious satisfaction and wrapped his mouth around my clit, sucking. Alternating between gentle and fast. He slid a finger inside me and continued working me with his tongue. I couldn't take it anymore.

  "I… I'm coming!"

  "That's it, Selene, come all over my tongue." His hands cupped my butt, holding me to his mouth as he continued his assault. He grunted in approval, the sound vibrating thorough my clit. "You taste so good. I can do this all day and still want to spend the night doing this."

  Those words were my undoing. I sobbed, screamed, thrashing my head from side to side as I crashed into my climax head-on. Unable to keep my eyes open, I shut them and stars exploded behind them. My hands dropped from the window and I fell forward, but my body didn't hit the ground. Instead, I felt strong arms catch me and hold me tight, my back against a warm, hard chest. I let myself drown in Remington's scent and strength until my breathing returned to normal.

  When I finally resurfaced from my orgasm, he was kissing my shoulder, nuzzling my neck, and murmuring words of endearment in French. His fingers caressed my jaw softly. "Are you okay?"

  I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me with a gentle expression. "I'm… perfect. Thank you for catching me."

  "I would catch you anytime." He fisted my hair in one hand while the other slid around my neck to cup my chin. He tugged my head back and crushed his mouth into mine. I moaned, tasting myself on his tongue and I deepened the kiss. It ended as abruptly as it had begun. He loosened his grip on my hair, pushed the hair off my shoulder, and kissed the spot between my next and shoulder.