by Karen Kelley
“Not talk?” He shook his head as he moved her hands and stripped out of his pants and briefs. “I plan on telling you exactly what I want to do—right before I do it. Right now I’m thirsty, and I want to lick every bit of that wine from your breasts. Then I’m going to lay you back on the counter, and I’m going to lick it from between your legs.”
She moaned.
“At least give me a few seconds to enjoy the sight of you standing naked in front of me.” She reached her hand forward and scraped her fingernails lightly down his erection. His dick quivered. She smiled.
Trent had her number. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Not that he could very well hide his reaction. He’d let her play later, though.
“Soon enough,” he told her.
Yeah, he was greedy. He wanted to enjoy her body first.
He cupped her breasts, and she melted against him. He wasn’t as gentle this time as he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. Damn, he liked the way her body responded to his touch.
Grabbing a hand towel, he tossed it down behind her. It would protect her a little from the cold counter. Then he laid her back. She was very compliant. He smiled. Her body needed what he could give her, what he planned to give her. She was practically on fire as she waited for him to touch her again.
Her breathing was ragged, tiny little puffs of air as she lay before him, completely naked, her legs spread in invitation.
He ran his hands over her breasts, barely skimming them before moving down her ribs, trailing his fingers over her, tickling her stomach.
She moaned, her legs opening wider.
Damn, it was all he could do to keep from lowering his head and tasting her sex.
But not yet.
He trailed his fingers down her thighs, then back up, over the top edge of her mound, down each side, close to her curls but not touching them.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what?” His words were husky with restrained emotion.
“Touch me... there.”
“Where? Here?” He ran his finger over her sex ever so lightly.
She arched her hips. “Yes, there. Right there.”
“I want to taste you,” he said.
“Please, Trent. I can’t stand any more. You’re torturing me.”
“Ah, but what sweet torture it is.” He lowered his head, his tongue scraping over her sex. She cried out; his dick throbbed. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. He wanted to plunge inside her, let her moist heat surround him.
Not yet.
He’d have his release soon.
But not yet.
First he wanted to taste her, get his fill of her; then maybe she wouldn’t drive him crazy with need every time he was around her.
Her thighs quivered when he kissed her, running his tongue over the fleshy part of her sex. Man, he’d only imagined, only dreamed of doing this to her.
He slipped his finger inside her while his mouth continued to ravage her. So damn wet and ready for him to enter.
But not yet.
He slid his finger inside her again. She whimpered. He inserted another finger, thrusting in and out.
“Oh, God, I’m going to... come!”
He continued to suck, continued to thrust with his fingers, and hard trembles shook her body as the orgasm washed over her in waves.
She gave one hard jerk and sank back down onto the counter into a puddle. Damn, he loved when he could make a woman come that hard with just his mouth and fingers.
“You okay?” he asked when she didn’t say anything. Her breathing was shallow, turning him on as he watched the gentle rise and fall of her breasts.
“Okay?” She laughed. “Better than okay. But not good at all. Terrible. Horrible. You’ve managed to ruin other men for me, Trent Sanders. I’ve never ever climaxed like that with anyone else. What man will ever compare to this. No way.”
“Yeah, I was pretty good, wasn’t I?”
“Egotistical ass.” She took the hand he offered and pulled herself to a sitting position.
She put her hands on his cheeks and brought her lips to his. Her tongue met his, stroked and sucked before she slowly slid off the counter, her body cascading down his. He’d never known his dick could ache so much to be inside a woman as it did right now.
“You must be hurting,” she whispered close to his ear, flicking her tongue over the lobe before delving inside.
He grabbed her ass, pulling her tight against him, grinding his erection against her sex. Rather than backing away, she nudged herself closer.
“If you’re not careful, your playtime is going to be cut short,” he warned.
She laughed lightly, but backed up just a step. “Now, that wouldn’t be fun for either of us, because when you come, I want this”—her hand circled his penis and stroked downward, pulling the skin back and staring down at him before slowly bringing the skin back up—“inside me.” She licked her lips. “I want to taste you first. then I want you buried deep inside of me.”
He groaned. “No more than I want all that, but I don’t know how much more I can stand.”
“I guess we’ll see.” She smiled like a cat who’d just found a bowl of cream.
Her nipples brushed across his chest. He couldn’t resist. He caught them between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing lightly. She closed her eyes, her mouth opening slightly before she apparently realized she was supposed to be the one in charge.
A frown marred her features. “You’re interfering with my fun.”
“You don’t think this is fun?” he asked while maintaining a look of innocence. She didn’t look as though she was buying it.
“Yeah, but I can think of other things to do—like putting my mouth on your dick and sucking you inside,” she whispered in a low, sultry voice.
When his hands stilled, she slipped out of his grasp and went to her knees.
“This is nice,” she said, her breath tickling his dick. It quivered in response.
She stuck her tongue out and licked up his length. His knees nearly buckled. Good thing the counter was right there. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the tiles as he sucked in a deep breath.
“You like that?” she asked.
“God, you know I do.” Hell, it was all he could do to talk, to think. All he wanted to do was feel the incredible sensations as her mouth covered him, as he rested for a second against her tongue before she began to slowly suck, drawing him deeper inside her mouth, the wet heat closing around him.
He shut his eyes. His legs trembled. Her hands clutched his ass, pulling him closer. He sank deeper inside as she squeezed his cheeks. His hips began to move. One hand held her head.
Oh, yeah, this was so fucking good. Nothing could get any better...
She slid one hand back to the front and took his heavy, aching balls into her hand and began to lightly massage.
Okay, maybe it could get better. He let the sensations wash over him for a few minutes before he began to pull back.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked as he pulled her to a standing position.
“That’s the problem,” he said. “You were doing everything right, but when I explode, I want to be inside you.” He ran his hand between her legs, lightly stroking her. She gasped.
He reached down and grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket and slipped it on. He boosted her on the counter. As if sensing what he wanted, she lay back, scooting her bottom to the edge. It was just low enough that when he entered her he sank all the way inside.
She gasped, but from the look of pleasure on her face, he didn’t think that he was too deep, that he might be hurting her.
He massaged her breasts as he thrust inside her again, then slowly pulled out.
“More,” she breathed. “Faster.”
He picked up the tempo. His vision blurred as he sank inside her wet heat, then pulled out and sank inside her again. He slid his hands to her hips, locking her in place. He faintly heard he
r cry of passion as she climaxed, but he was lost in his own fulfillment.
His body jerked. Ah, damn, this was so fucking great. He’d never... damn... this was so fantastic. Wave after wave of the most incredible release exploded over him.
He drew in a deep breath as if he hadn’t taken a breath in a very long time.
Slowly, he leaned forward, his head resting on her stomach. She tangled her fingers in his hair.
She gave new meaning to the saying “sleeping with the enemy.”
Selena said he’d ruined her for any other man. Hell, he’d never had anyone make him feel like she’d just made him feel. It was like the first time, only better. God, he felt so incredibly complete.
“I don’t think we should’ve made love,” she whispered.
“You’re right because I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
But he knew it would end. One of them was not going to have a career when the two weeks were up. He had a feeling she was going to hate him.
Chapter 19
Selena lay curled against Trent’s side. They’d barely made it up the stairs after their wild bout of sex, washed off in the bathroom because that was all they could manage and crawled into the first bed—which just happened to be Trent’s. Not that Selena cared whose bed she’d ended up in.
She stretched, careful not to disturb him. Lord, she felt like a contented cat. And why shouldn’t she? Her dreams had finally become a reality, and it had been so much better than her fantasies.
“Are you having fun?” Trent grumbled.
She raised her head and met his sleepy-eyed gaze. “What?”
“You’ve been circling my nipple with your fingernail for the last few minutes.”
Oh, damn, she had been. She curled her fingers and moved her hand downward, but accidentally brushed across his erection as she did. He groaned.
“Oops.” She put a few inches between them.
“Oops?” he asked.
She laughed. She couldn’t help it. Trent sounded so pained.
“Just oops?” He growled from low in his throat and turned onto his side, drawing close, his erection nudging her sex.
She sucked in a deep breath and wiggled closer.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Shall I resuscitate you?” she breathed close to his ear.
“Damn, I don’t have any protection.”
She leaned back. “You’re joking.”
He shook his head. “I’m not Tye. I really didn’t think I would have any need to pack condoms. I was just lucky I had that one.”
Maybe... “I think I have one in my purse.”
“You carry condoms?”
“Duh, I’m not about to catch some disease no matter how bad I want sex.” It just occurred to her what she’d said. “Not that I think you’re diseased or anything. A girl can’t be too careful nowadays, though.”
“Good... I think.”
Before he could dig too deeply into her morning babble, she scrambled from the bed, going to the door stark naked, but turned to face him at the last minute. “I’ll be right back.”
Desire flared when his heated gaze lazily roamed over her. She stood there, letting him look his fill. Oh, she was so bad. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
“Hurry,” he croaked.
He didn’t have to tell her to hurry, not the way the covers were tenting. Besides, she wanted it just as much. He’d started an itch inside her that desperately needed scratching.
She practically ran to her room.
“Please let the condom be in my purse.” And please let it hold together and not be crunchy from age or anything.
She went inside her room and hurried to her purse. After opening it, she dumped the contents on top of the bed. Oh, hell, where was it? She scrambled through the makeup, the hair clips, her car keys... success!
“I’m going to have sex again,” she singsonged. “I’m going to have sex.”
Before she left her room, she ran a brush through her hair, then spritzed on a gardenia-scented perfume. She only wished she had time for a quick bath. She popped a piece of gum in her mouth and chewed for a few seconds, then spit it into the trash can. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Look out, ’cause here I come.” She smiled. “Literally.” Damn, she hadn’t been this hot, this ready for sex, in a very long time. She’d probably come as soon as he entered her. Oh, Lord, that set off a deep ache inside her.
Okay, slow down. Deep breath.
She opened her door, tossed her hair over her shoulder and with hips swinging seductively ambled toward Trent’s room.
“I’m going to have sex,” she said under her breath, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Selena?” her mother yelled from downstairs.
“Or not.” She whirled around and sprinted back to her room. Once inside she grabbed her robe and quickly crammed her arms into the sleeves and belted it. Her mother really knew how to kill a mood.
“Selena?”
She opened her door. As she hurried past Trent’s room his door opened a crack.
Pained desperation was written all over his face. “Is that your mother?” he frantically whispered.
“Duh.”
He quirked an eyebrow and frowned.
“Sorry.” There was no use blaming him for her not getting any sex this morning.
Damn, what was her mother doing here? She hurried past his room and stopped at the top of the stairs.
“Mom, it’s... uh... early?”
“Oh, you’re still in bed?”
“Not anymore.” And apparently not having sex, either. Oh, good Lord, what if her mother had read Barbara’s article? So not good. Disastrous, in fact.
“Your father wanted me to check on you since we had that storm last night.”
Worse than she’d thought. Her father had read the article. She cringed as she shoved her hair out of her face and glanced around. “Dad? Uh... he didn’t come with you, did he?” She could fool her mom but never her dad. He would know exactly what was going on.
“No, he had an important case to take care of this morning.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe all was not lost. She pasted a bright smile on her face. “Well, we... ” She cleared her throat. “I... yes... I weathered the storm just fine.”
Go away, Mom.
“Good.” Her mother smiled. She raised the bag she had in her hand. “I brought chocolate-covered doughnuts. I thought we’d have a nice little breakfast together.”
I’d rather have sex.
She sucked in her pout. “Sure, Mom. That would be nice. Just let me clean up a bit and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
“Don’t be long, dear.”
She turned, trudging back to her room.
“Trent, dear, are you up?” Winnie’s voice floated up the stairs.
He opened his door, a deep frown marring his features. “What the hell is this... a friggin’ hotel?”
Selena crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow. “Ya think?”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
She shrugged and went to her room. She could hear him talking to Winnie from the top of the stairs as she went inside and began gathering her clothes.
“I’m not having sex this morning,” she singsonged dejectedly under her breath. “I’m going to kill my mother.”
No, she wouldn’t, but the thought did skitter across her mind as she grabbed clothes and hurried to the bathroom. She took the quickest bath of her life. She certainly couldn’t go downstairs smelling as though she’d had sex half the night.
Thank goodness they’d straightened the kitchen before going to bed.
There was only one good thing about all this. Mom had brought chocolate-glazed doughnuts. She was starved.
Nothing new.
Trent was standing outside the bathroom door as she came out. Her heart skipped a beat, and for j
ust a second, she couldn’t move.
“We could’ve saved water and bathed together,” he told her with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Her thoughts jumbled around inside her head. “I... uh... ” Her nipples tightened as an ache began to build inside her. Oh, Lord, she could almost feel his mouth sucking on one breast, then the other.
“Later.” He eased around her and shut the door.
She drew in a deep breath. She’d kill him! Right after she ravaged his body. That was it. She’d screw him until he croaked.
Great, now she had all these sexually charged thoughts flying around inside her head, and she was about to go downstairs and talk with her mother.
So not good.
“Ass,” she said to the closed door.
She heard him chuckle.
Shaking her head, she trotted down the stairs. Later. Trent had said later. She would hold him to that. Oh, yeah, she’d definitely hold him to that.
Boy, could she pick her relationships or what? If she wasn’t talking to the dead, she was having sex with the one man who could ruin her career. No, she wouldn’t let that happen.
But on the other hand, she’d have to ruin his.
Poor Trent.
She went into the kitchen, dropping a kiss on top of her mother’s head as she aimed toward the coffeepot. “Morning, Mom. Morning, Winnie.”
“Hello, dear. The coffee is fresh.”
“So nice to see you again, Selena.”
All conversation had halted when she entered. Hmm, they’d probably read the article and wondered what was up.
She poured a cup of coffee and took it to the table where she pulled out a chair and joined them. The coffee smelled great. She blew across the liquid and took a drink. This was wonderful. Not as strong as Trent’s but nearly as good. It didn’t really matter how it tasted as long as it had lots of caffeine.
They weren’t talking. Her mother always talked. Something was in the air. She looked between them. Her mother quickly cast her gaze down to her folded hands.
“Okay, what’s up?”
“Oh, nothing,” Angela said and picked a chocolate doughnut from the box, took a bite, then licked the chocolate off the side of her mouth.
“You read the article, right?”
“What article would that be, dear?”