Hot Mess

by Lynn Raye Harris

  His voice, when he spoke, was low and hoarse, as if it were being dragged from him. “I do want you, Georgie. I’ve wanted you since that night twelve years ago. I want to spread you out beneath me and make you come so many times you can’t do it anymore. I want to taste your pussy and feel your legs wrapped around me as I pound into you. I want to see you swallow my cock and hear you cry out in ecstasy. I want all those things, and the only reason I don’t take them is because you deserve better. I can’t give you anything, Georgie. I’m nothing, nobody—”

  She closed the distance between them and put her hand over his mouth. “Shut up, Sam. Shut the fuck up right now. You are somebody. To me. You always have been, dammit. I’ve loved you since I was thirteen, and I’m not an idiot. Rick loves you. My parents love you. None of us are stupid.” She was crying now, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She put her hands on either side of his face, cupped his hard jaw with shaking fingers. “You aren’t a nobody, Sam. You’re amazing and wonderful and perfect just the way you are. And if your parents couldn’t see that, if they made you think differently, then you need to believe me and not them. Because I’m right, dammit, and they’re the ones who’re stupid.”

  He spanned the back of her head with one broad hand. She could feel the tremors running through his body as he held her there. “You’re so fucking sweet, Georgeanne. I’ve always wanted you, since I first noticed you grew breasts. I’ve had a helluva time keeping my hands off you all these years. But I had to do it. You were meant for more than I could give you, and I couldn’t disrespect your parents that way. They trusted me. I couldn’t break that trust.”

  Her breasts were tingling, her nipples tightening, and her core had grown impossibly wet. “They aren’t here now,” she said, stepping into his big body, bringing her aching breasts in contact with his naked chest. The thin cotton of her pajama top wasn’t much of a barrier, but it felt like the most torturous wall between them at the moment. “And even if they were in the next room, they have no say in my life. Nor should they have a say in yours. We’re adults, Sam. We do what we want. With whom we want.”

  “I know that, but—”

  She put her hand over his mouth to stop him from talking, from ruining this moment. She needed this. Needed him. So damn much. She’d felt empty for so long, and here was this man who made her feel like a sexual being again.

  “No one is here but you and me, and no one ever has to know if that’s what you really want. What I want is you—inside me, making me come. Making me feel like I’m beautiful again. Like I’m worth wanting.”

  She didn’t think he would do anything, but then he lowered his head slowly, almost as if he were fighting with himself. Right before he kissed her, he muttered against her mouth, “Tim was a fucking idiot, do you hear me? No woman is more beautiful than you.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  HE WAS DAMNED. He knew it, and he didn’t really care right this moment. Georgeanne Hayes was in his arms, her pretty body pressed tight up against his, and he didn’t fucking care about anything but that.

  Her mouth parted beneath his and his tongue slipped inside, drew her into a delicious stroking that made his body harden even more than it already was. She said he was worthwhile, important, and he believed her. For right now anyway, he believed her.

  He’d fought himself twelve years ago, and he’d fought himself today—Jesus, was it just today?—and he wasn’t fighting anymore. Georgie knew what she wanted and he was going to give it to her, at least once before he died. He couldn’t have her in his life permanently, because his life was too unpredictable, but he could have this.

  Georgie’s hands roamed over his hot flesh and then slid beneath his shorts until she grasped him. He groaned softly, his body so hard it hurt. Her hand was small and soft as she stroked him and pleasure began to sing inside his brain. He felt the familiar tightening at the base of his spine and knew he had to stop her before he embarrassed himself and came before he ever got inside her.

  He broke the kiss and pushed her back until he could pull off her little pajama top and matching shorts. Her curves beckoned, a banquet for his hands and eyes and mouth.

  “Oh, Georgeanne, the things I want to do to you,” he said, his voice a soft sizzle in the night.

  “Don’t talk about it, Sam. Just do it.”

  “Remember you asked for it,” he said, pushing her back onto the bed and coming down on top of her. He nipped her earlobe, slid his tongue along the column of her throat, and then fastened his mouth around one tight nipple while she gasped and arched herself into him.

  Her fingers clutched his shoulders, dug into his muscles, and he loved the feel of it. Loved that she clung to him, making little noises while he sucked her nipple. He alternated the pressure, a little soft, a little hard, finding just the right amount she liked. Then he moved to her other nipple and repeated the performance.

  He slid a hand down her smooth skin, came to the mound of her sex—and found it clean-shaven. He nearly choked on his own tongue at that little discovery. He could feel her panting and, yes, even laughing a little.

  “Not what you expected?”

  He left her breasts and trailed his mouth down her abdomen. “No. It’s very naughty of you, Georgeanne. Very sexy.”

  “I’d tell you I did it for you, but that would be a lie. I did it for me. Because I wanted to, because I like the way it looks and feels. It’s the only thing that’s made me feel sexy these past few months.”

  He reached her mound and placed a kiss there. “You are sexy. Incredibly sexy.” He ran a finger down the seam of her pussy. “So hot and wet, Georgeanne. What do you want me to do about it?”

  “I want you inside me.”

  “All in good time.” He pushed her legs open and settled between them. And then he ran his tongue the length of her pussy while she cried out.

  She tasted like honey to him—sweet, sweet honey. He spread her open with his fingers and licked his way around her slick folds. And then he touched the point of his tongue to her clit and she arched up off the bed with a sharp cry. He held his tongue against her while she writhed, stunned that she’d come so quickly.

  When her tremors subsided, he built the tension again, this time adding his fingers to the mix, sliding in and out of her with short, hard strokes. She shattered again, his name a broken sound on her lips.

  It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, and he’d heard a lot of women say his name in bed. But none of them were Georgie.

  He kissed his way up her body, his hands gliding over her sweet soft skin, learning her by touch, mapping her for his memory so that he could call up these moments later, when she was out of his life again. So he could remember how it felt to make love to Georgeanne Hayes.

  “You’d better not be planning to leave now that you’ve made me come.”

  Her skin was slick with perspiration, and he laughed low in his throat. “Oh no, not this time. I’m too hungry for you.”

  “Thank God for small favors.”

  He levered up and yanked off his shorts and underwear, and then he reached into the bedside stand and knew he’d find condoms. Leave it to HOT to think of everything. He tore one open and rolled it on. He could hear Georgie breathing rapidly, and he leaned down to kiss her.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

  “I doubt you’re that big.”

  He couldn’t believe that she could make him laugh at a time like this. “I’m thinking of your hip, smartass.”

  “I’ll let you know, but right now I think it hurts worse not to have you where I want you.”

  He sucked a nipple into his mouth again, held himself over her, his cock just nudging her slick folds. He wanted to plunge home and keep plunging until he was nothing but a mass of raw nerve endings, but more than that, he didn’t want to hurt her already bruised body.

  “Sam, please. I’ve been waiting twelve years. Longer, if you consider when I first knew what sex was about.”

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��All the more reason to take our time.” He slid just inside her, held steady while she writhed beneath him. “You’re hot, Georgie. So fucking hot. It’s everything I can do to do this right.”

  “There is no right way or wrong way. There’s only you and me and this amazing feeling that I’ll die if you don’t make me come again.”

  He slid just a little deeper. “I thought you said sex was overrated.”

  “It still might be. But I won’t know until you actually do something to me.”

  Sam shook his head even as his balls began to ache with the need to plunge into her. “I thought I did do something. Didn’t you just come?”

  “Yeah, and I’m greedy for more.” She sucked in a breath and he could hear the tears in her voice. “I’ve felt undesirable to anyone for so long I almost forgot how good it could feel to have a man in my bed.”

  He leaned down and kissed her. “Shh, Georgie, it’s all right. I’m not leaving until you’re completely satisfied.”

  She lifted her hips and tried to get him to go deeper. He gave her a little more length. She curled a leg around his hip.

  “Is this the injured one?” he asked, hooking his arm behind her knee.

  “No.”

  “Good.” He pushed her leg up until it was brushing his shoulder, opening her wide. And then he sank the rest of the way inside her.

  “Oh my God, that’s good,” she gasped.

  He held himself still, afraid he’d lose it if he didn’t. “Yeah.” He couldn’t manage another word. He was deep inside Georgeanne Hayes, the perfect little princess of his teenage years, and he wanted to corrupt her utterly. He wanted to possess her and make her scream his name. He wanted to imprint himself on her so thoroughly she’d never forget this night with him.

  He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her calf. He could feel her inner muscles gripping him, urging him forward, but he held still and just enjoyed the feeling of being inside her at last.

  Lightning flashed outside the window, and her face was illuminated for a long second. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her lower lip between her teeth. She looked utterly beautiful and completely lost in the moment.

  “Look at me,” he commanded, because he couldn’t stand for her to be lost in her own world without him. He needed that touchstone, needed to see her eyes and know she was with him, with Sam McKnight, and not just the first man to touch her since Tim Cash had broken her heart.

  Her eyes snapped open and the lightning flashed again. He saw exactly what he was looking for—raw need, all for him. He began to move, pulling out of her slowly, slamming back in just a little harder each time.

  “Oh,” she said, again and again. “Oh yessss.”

  Sam rocked into her faster, harder, deeper. Intensely. He let go of her leg, changed the angle at which he entered her, and listened to her beg him for yet more. He was mindless, a machine, a creature who existed solely to pleasure this one woman. He wanted her sighs and moans, her breathy gasps, her screams. He wanted everything she had to give, and he would do anything to get it.

  His body was on fire with sensation. All his pleasure centered on his balls, his cock, on the slick pressure of Georgie’s body surrounding him. He couldn’t remember the last time it had been this good, though it must have been. He loved sex, loved pleasuring a woman, and loved the ultimate payoff when he finally let himself go.

  But he couldn’t for the life of him recall it feeling quite this good before.

  Georgie arched up off the bed and tugged his head down for a kiss, a hot, wet melding of tongues that was not unlike the melding of their bodies. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, nipping her lower lip.

  “Sam—oh God, Sam. Please, please… I need…”

  He knew what she needed. What he needed.

  He withdrew from her body, urged her up and onto her knees. She bent over and gripped her pillow, her ass in the air, and Sam couldn’t help but take a moment to run his fingers over her naked folds. So pretty, so hot. Georgie whimpered then and he positioned himself, plunging deep inside her. The angle was different here, but still so good. He loved the sight of his body disappearing into hers, the sounds their bodies made as he rocked into her.

  He ran a finger over her clit and felt her shiver. He skimmed it again and again, enjoyed the way she worked her body against his fingers, seeking more pleasure. Her inner muscles tightened, clamping him almost painfully as the pressure built inside her. He could feel her release beginning and he pumped into her harder. At the last second, his thumb skimmed the tight bud of her anus, pressing ever so lightly on that most sensitive of spots.

  She flew apart with a long cry, his name a sob as her body shuddered and bucked against him. He pushed her forward against the mattress even more, pushing her thighs together until his were on the outside of hers. She gripped him so tightly as he drove into her again and again, until the pressure in his balls just frigging exploded. He came hard, his body flying apart, dissolving.

  When he came back to himself, he was on top of Georgie, who was sprawled against the mattress now, his cock still deep inside her, still twitching as her inner walls spasmed against him from time to time. They were both panting and sweating and the storm was still raging outside, though farther away now.

  He pushed himself up and off her. He wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep for the next fourteen hours or so, but he had to remove the condom. He got up and went into the bathroom and then when he came back, he hesitated. She was still on her belly, still sprawled across the mattress, and he suddenly felt like an ass for using her so roughly.

  He’d fucked her dirty, as if she’d wanted it that way when he knew nothing of the sort, and he wished he could start over, do it right this time. She was too precious, too special to treat so casually.

  She turned her head, saw him standing there, and rolled onto her side. Her body glistened in the moonlight that streamed into the room now that the storm had passed over. She was curvy, perfectly made, and he wanted to fall to his knees and worship her, beg her forgiveness for daring to use her for his pleasure.

  “That,” she said softly, “was fucking amazing.”

  *

  Georgeanne’s body ached, but in a good way. Oh, her hip was pretty sore, but she wouldn’t trade a moment of what had just happened for less pain. She frowned as she realized Sam was staring at her in that way of his that never meant well for her in the end. He was brooding about something when all she wanted was to wrap herself around him and go to sleep for a few hours so she could wake up and do it all over again.

  “I was too rough,” he said brusquely. “I should have taken better care of you.”

  Georgeanne pushed herself up to a sitting position. “What, are you kidding me? Did you just hear a word I said?”

  He was standing there, not moving, and she took the opportunity to let her gaze slide over his naked body. Oh. My. God.

  He was beautiful, big and muscled, with tattoos on his chest and biceps. His abs were tight and defined, his hipbones made her want to bite them, and his cock was still half-hard.

  And completely beautiful. She didn’t have tons of experience with men—oh, she’d been to college and she’d been married to Tim, but no lover she could remember had been quite as satisfying. Sam knew how to use his body to get the most out of hers; that was for sure.

  “You don’t have to pretend, Georgie. I was rough with you.”

  “If that was rough, I want it again just as soon as possible.”

  He came over and stood beside the bed, his eyes on hers. “You aren’t just saying that?”

  She got up on her knees and put her palms against his chest. “Sam, my God, no.” She slid her hands over him, felt the smooth ridges of muscle, the nicks and dings of scar tissue where he’d been injured. She was so damned emotional right now, and it was all because of him. Because she’d felt like there was something wrong with her, like she wasn’t all that desirable. Tim had left her for another woman. How could she
not take that personally? How could she not think there was something wrong with her response in bed? If she couldn’t satisfy Tim, who had fairly vanilla tastes, what did that say about her?

  But then Sam had just made love to her in ways that were a revelation. He hadn’t treated her like a princess on a pedestal. He’d treated her like a woman with earthy tastes and needs, and she’d loved every moment of it. He hadn’t been rough, or even particularly kinky—he’d just been wrapped up in the moment, and so had she.

  And she damn well wanted more of the same.

  “Don’t lie, Georgie. Because if you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll do it again. I’ll start out wanting to be gentle, wanting to take you carefully, and I’ll end up forgetting and just taking you however I feel like.”

  She shivered. “Oh wow, I sure hope so.”

  He closed his eyes and tilted his head back and she pressed her mouth to his pec. She hadn’t gotten to taste him earlier, and she’d desperately wanted to. His skin was hot, salty, and she ran her tongue down to his nipple, swirling around it.

  His breath hissed in. “You’re making me hard.”

  Her stomach hollowed with need. “Oh goodie. Because I want you again, Sam. I need you to make me come.” She kissed his chest. “Over.” She moved her mouth lower. “And over.” She moved lower still. “And over…”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  WHEN GEORGEANNE WOKE AGAIN, the sun was up and Sam was gone. She could hear him banging around in the kitchen, so she wasn’t worried. She stretched, her body rippling with pleasure.

  Sam was a force to be reckoned with in bed. And she was surprised to learn that she wasn’t far behind. She wanted to experience everything with him. She wanted his passion, his incredible body, his intense focus. When Sam made love to her, he committed himself fully to the act.