“Much.”
He pulled her closer and leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped him with a finger against his lips. “Wait.”
Instead of kissing her lips, he settled for kissing her finger. “Yes?”
Oh man. She wanted this. Wanted him. But wasn’t sure. “This is a bad idea.”
“My life is an exercise in bad ideas.” He nipped at the side of her finger, sending a thrill through her she liked way too much.
“So is mine, which is why we should both double-think this.”
“Harper.” He lifted his hand, closed it around hers, and easily tugged her forward, forcing her to slide her arm around his neck once more. “Two wrongs can sometimes make a right.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you getting all mathematical on me?”
“If it works? Absolutely.”
She smiled as he kissed the corner of her mouth. “I was never very good at math.”
“Well, lucky for you, I was an A student.” He swept one arm under her knees and pushed to his feet, lifting her as he shifted her around and propped her up on the kitchen counter.
She immediately reached for him, opening her legs so he could slide in close. “So, Mr. Mathematician. Just what did you have in mind?”
He slid one hand under the fabric of her skirt. “First, I’m going to see for myself what’s really under here. It’s been driving me crazy all night.”
She laughed, but when he drew her skirt aside and glanced down at her panties and his eyes filled with heat, her laughter turned to a shiver she felt everywhere. “Well? Surprised? Or happy?”
“Oh, baby doll.” He placed the pad of his thumb right between her legs. Right over her panties, to press against that already tingling bundle of nerves. “You’re soaked already. I’m definitely both.”
He opened his mouth over hers and slid his tongue between her lips in a passionate kiss as he gently brushed his thumb back and forth over her clit. And gasping at the wicked-hot sensation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer and kissed him back, suddenly ravenous for him. All of him. Regardless of the consequences.
“Rusty . . .”
He tipped his head the other way. Kissed her deeper. Applied a tiny bit more pressure that made her whole body tremble. “Yes?”
Her knees pressed tight against his sides, and she gripped the sides of his face, taking charge of the kiss that had already destroyed the last bit of her resolve. “You’re torturing me.” She licked into his mouth and nipped at his bottom lip, loving the groan he made in response. “You’ve been torturing me since the club.”
“I’m only getting started.”
She shivered as he kissed the corner of her mouth, her jaw, as he worked his way to her ear and breathed against her neck. Between her legs, he teased her clit until she groaned. Then, lifting his free hand, he tugged the strap of her dress down her arm, inched his lips across her throat, and nipped at her sensitive shoulder as his hand came around to palm her exposed breast.
She shivered again, but it was the heat in his dark eyes as he lifted his head and looked at her, as he pulled his hand from between her legs and pushed the other strap down to free both her breasts, that made her wet. Made her ache. Made her ready for whatever he wanted to do to her.
His sultry gaze dropped to her breasts, and he palmed both in his big, scarred hands, rolling the tips of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “You are absolutely gorgeous, Harper. I can’t wait to see all of you.” He lifted her left breast with his hand and lowered his head. “I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.”
His tongue was wet and soft and electric as it laved against the tip of her breast, and unable to stop herself, she dropped her head back against the upper cabinet, threaded one hand into his hair, and moaned as he licked and nipped and sucked until her whole body felt ready to combust in flames.
He wasn’t satisfied with tasting only part of her. He moved to the other breast and repeated the process until she saw stars, continuing to torment her other wet nipple until she arched her back, all but begging for more. And then he moved to the valley between her breasts and kissed a trail of heat down her belly, over the dress bunched at her waist, until he was breathing, hot and wicked, right against her mound.
He pushed her legs wide and nuzzled her damp panties with the tip of his nose. “Oh, baby doll. How did you know green was my favorite color?”
That nickname sounded ridiculous, especially for a girl like her, but part of her liked it. And holy hell, she really liked what he was doing right now and wasn’t about to say anything to make him stop. “Rusty . . .”
Her hands slipped from his shoulders to the edge of the counter as he lowered to his knees. And before she could even get the plea out of her throat, he tugged her thong to the side and licked a path of fire straight up her center.
She gasped, fumbled to find her footing on the drawer pulls beside her feet. Holding her firmly at the thighs so she wouldn’t fall, Rusty ran his tongue over her again, circling her clit until she groaned and lifted her hands to the cabinets beside her so she could arch against his mouth and savor every single swirl and lick and brush of his talented tongue.
“Oh yes . . .” Pleasure streaked down her spine. Groaning at the sensations he was building inside her, she shifted one hand to his hair again, pulling him closer so she could arch harder against his mouth. His tongue moved faster. One hand moved from her inner thigh and brushed her wetness, and then she felt one thick digit press deep inside her, finding that perfect spot on the very first try.
“Oh shit . . .” Her eyes slammed shut. She arched against him again and again while he slowly stroked that spot in a come-hither move that drove her absolutely fucking wild. “Yes, yes, oh fuck, there, right theeeeere . . .”
The orgasm slammed into her without warning, stealing her breath, her sight, her hearing, consuming her in a tidal wave of pleasure she hadn’t seen coming. And even when it should have stopped, it went on, making her twitch and groan and cry out until her voice gave out on its own and she slumped against the cabinets at her back.
A soft chuckle met her ears, bringing sound back into play around her. Sweaty, dazed, she blinked several times and opened her eyes to Rusty pressing soft, tantalizing kisses against her inner thighs, her belly, over her breasts, until he found her mouth and dove in to devour her.
He tasted like sin and the tangy sweetness of her own arousal, and as she opened to him, desire came rushing back, making her hungry for more, making her greedy for him.
She pushed away from the cabinets so she was upright, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and her legs around his waist, and kissed him hard and deep. “I want you,” she whispered. “I want you right now.”
He chuckled against her mouth, then sucked gently on her bottom lip. “You don’t need a break? I was afraid you blacked out there for a second.”
She was pretty sure she had. And she wanted to do it again.
She licked into his mouth again and dropped her hands to his belt. “I want you now.”
He captured her hands before he could pull the button free and drew back from her lips. “I think I need a cold shower first.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
A nervous smile curled the edge of his lips. “Actually, no. You’ve got me pretty hot.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a swift kiss once more. “I need something to cool me down, or this is going to be over too fast. It’s been a while for me.”
It had been a while for her too. And after what he’d just done to her, she did not want him anywhere near a cold shower.
Pressing a hand against his chest, she pushed him back and dropped to her bare feet on the kitchen floor. “I’ve got something way better than a cold shower. Guaranteed to take the edge off.”
She pushed him back another step until he was leaning against the opposite counter in the galley kitchen, then lowered to her knees and reached for his buckle.
He sucked in a breath and
stared down at her with smoldering eyes as she moved to the button on his slacks, then slowly worked the zipper down.
“Harper . . .”
“Yes?” He was already hard. Hard and hot and pulsing beneath his black boxer briefs. She nuzzled his package as she lifted her hands and worked the buttons on his shirt free, wanting to see all of him when she looked up. He helped her, pulling his shirttails out of the back of his slacks and slipping the top buttons free. And as he did, she reached inside his boxers and drew his magnificent erection into the light, licking her lips at how thick and long and ready he was for her already.
She wrapped her hand around the base, slid it up to cuff the head and back down. And he watched her the entire time with pure lust, his face flushed, his carved stomach tight and quivering with every touch. Her own body responded to his show of pleasure. Between her legs, her sex throbbed with the need for another release. But she held back, wanting to pleasure him the way he’d pleasured her. Wanting to take him where no other woman ever had.
She licked the tip of his cock, loving the way he groaned at the contact. Looking up, she did it again, and whispered, “Do you like that?”
“Yes.” A muscle in his neck flexed, and his hand moved to the counter at his side, gripping it until his knuckles turned white.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Oh yes.”
She ran the flat of her tongue all along the flared underside of the head, absolutely riveted by the way he trembled. “Do you want more?”
“Fuck yes.”
She did it again. “Tell me, then. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
His other hand wrapped around the back of her neck, and his thick fingers slid up into her hair. “I want you to wrap your lips around my cock and take me deep into that hot little mouth.”
Fire erupted inside her. His sultry words, the hunger in his glazed eyes, even the hand at the back of her head pulling her closer, made her feel desired, wicked, powerful, and erotic. She closed her mouth around him, sucking hard, taking him all the way on the first thrust. And he groaned long and deep as he hit the back of her throat, held still a split second, then drew his hips back. Massaging the underside of his cock as he pulled away, she focused on giving him as much pleasure as possible, captured her breath when he almost slipped free of her lips, then sucked all over again as he drove into her mouth once more.
His moans grew louder. She wrapped her arms around his thighs, holding herself up as she worked him over with her mouth, not wanting to let him go until he came. He tried to pull away, and she knew he was trying to be gentle, but she didn’t want gentle. She wanted to taste his release. She wanted to watch him shake when he came. She wanted to know what he sounded like in the throes of blinding ecstasy, and then she wanted him to remember that she’d taken him there.
She sucked harder. Moved her head faster. Took him even deeper. And she sensed his reaction between her lips as he grew harder. Felt it in his body where she held him, and in his muscles trembling faster. And she tasted it in her mouth where the first drops of his pre-come coated her tongue and set off a frenzy of need in her blood.
“Fuck. Harper.” His other hand closed over the back of her head. The muscles in his throat strained as he looked down at her. “I’m not going to be able to hold back.”
She let him slip free of her mouth long enough to gasp, “Don’t. Use my mouth. I want you to do it. I want to feel you explode across my tongue. I want to taste your come.”
She drew him deep again, and whether it was her dirty words or her aggressiveness as she sucked hard and swallowed around the head of his cock, she’d never know. But something primal broke free inside him. She felt it as he grasped both sides of her head and thrust deep again and again. She heard it in the animalistic groan that rose in his throat. And she tasted it when he swelled in her mouth and erupted in a burst of pleasure that she swallowed again and again and again until he let go of her head, collapsed back against the counter, and twitched from the power of his release.
Pure satisfaction whipped through her. A victory she’d never known she could feel from giving oral sex. Licking up the last of his release, she finally let go of his heavenly, still very hard erection and smiled up at him. “Well? Better than a cold shower?”
His skin was slicked with sweat, his face still flushed from his arousal, his eyes as dark as they’d been before, and when he groaned, grasped her upper arms, and pulled her to her feet with a smile that was all her doing, that victory only swelled stronger inside her.
“Way better.” He pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her hard. “Dear God, you wrecked me.”
Smiling, she closed her hand around his erection and gently stroked him from base to tip again. “Hopefully not. I still have plans for you.”
He groaned again and pushed her lips apart with his tongue, dipping in for an erotic, wet, scorching kiss she felt everywhere. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I do.” She lifted her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
“Where?” he asked against her lips.
“Upstairs. In my nightstand.”
He tucked his erection back in his boxers, and then his hands streaked down to her butt and hefted her up, lifting her so her legs could slide right around his waist.
She gasped in surprise and held on tight to his shoulders as he moved out of the kitchen, headed down the hall, then turned for the stairs.
His mouth closed over hers again, licking fire across her tongue, and then he drew back and nipped at her bottom lip. “If I trip going up these stairs, we’re both in trouble.”
She giggled and tightened her legs around him, hefting herself higher in his arms as she kissed him again, shaking with the need to feel him on top of her, inside of her, to give herself over to everything he wanted.
“Turn right,” she mumbled as he reached the top of the stairs. “End of the hall.”
His kisses turned frenzied, his hands kneading her ass, making her tremble as he carried her. She felt her back hit the door, smelled the lilac diffuser she’d set up in her room, but didn’t let go of him as he carried her in, didn’t want to release him for even a second, not even to turn on a light.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
He groaned as he kissed her, and then she was falling, the soft mattress brushing her spine. But it was the hard, hot, erotic man at her front she couldn’t get enough of.
With one knee on the bed between her legs, he drew back and wrestled to get his shirt all the way off. Twisting to her side, not wanting to waste any time, she leaned over the side of the bed, jerked the nightstand drawer open, and grabbed a condom from the box in the back.
His magnificent erection was already out, catching the moonlight shining through the arched windows, his slacks and boxers pushed down just enough to set him free. She sat up and tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth, but before she could reach for him and roll it on, he pushed her back, grasped the thong between her legs, and pulled until the fabric snapped in two.
The arousal burning inside her flared white-hot. And when he leaned forward, she stared into his smoldering eyes and rolled the condom down his straining length, then wrapped her hand around the thick base and drew him toward her. “Come here.”
He groaned as his mouth lowered to hers, as his tongue pushed between her lips, as his hard length thrust deep inside her in one slick move. And gasping at the tight fit, at the way he filled her so perfectly, she rose up to meet him, contracting around him when he drew back, wrapping her hand around his neck to hold his mouth close to hers, moaning against his lips when he drove in deep all over again.
They found a rhythm that made her absolutely wild, and as her body softened, as her sex grew wetter, she gave herself over to the wicked sensations and tightened even more against every thrust, knowing her climax was rushing toward her fast, not wanting it to engulf her in a wave of bliss until it engulfed him too.
“Ah God,” she panted
against his lips, holding on to him with aching muscles as he drove into her, harder, faster, his thrusts striking that perfect spot again and again. “More.” She kissed him. “There, more. Oh yes, Rusty, right there. I’m about to come. Come with me.”
He grunted, lifted his elbow from the mattress where he was leaning, braced his hand near her head, and gripped the comforter in his fist as he pounded into her with a force that pushed her directly to the edge and dragged a scream from her throat.
“Oh, fuck yes.” He grunted. “I feel you coming. Do it. Yes. Come all around me, Harper.”
She couldn’t stop from doing just that. Her climax slammed into her and ricocheted through every cell, blinding her with mind-numbing pleasure. Vaguely, she felt him swell inside her, felt his erection thicken and lengthen. Heard him grunt with exertion as he drew back and shoved in even deeper. And then he groaned long and deep, holding still as he twitched and his orgasm claimed him. But she was too lost in another orgasm to savor it. Completely spellbound by him and the almost frenzied way he’d fucked her into complete and utter bliss.
She was limp when she finally tore her eyes open. Limp and sweaty and pinned beneath him on the mattress. But she didn’t care. Dear God, she didn’t care at all because that was the most incredible orgasm—two orgasms—she’d ever had.
“Holy hell, McClane.” Though her arms ached—every muscle in her body ached—she lifted her hands to his sweaty shoulders and ran her fingertips down his slick and tempting skin. “This time you wrecked me.”
He sucked in a breath, then rolled, tugging her with him until they were both on their sides. Lifting a hand to her face, he brushed the damp hair back from her cheek. “Sorry if I got a little aggressive there.”
“You’re kidding, right?” She gripped his arm at the elbow, loving the way he was playing with her hair, loving even more the way he was looking at her. As if he wasn’t close to being done with her. “I like aggressive. I like it a lot.”
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