Summer Heat

by Jaci Burton

  "Oh my God," she squeaked, her voice cracking with the attempt to feel and talk at the same time. "Do you feel that?"

  He nodded. "Yes, Lissa, I feel it." Knowing what she was referring to made him smile into the darkness.

  "It's like a current of electricity," she gasped. "God, Aidan, it's driving me crazy."

  She was silken honey, pouring over his fingers in a warm rush of liquid that he sucked off his finger while she watched. She tasted like hot passion and sweet desire.

  Melissa shuddered, her gaze glued to his sucking fingers, "Now slip your finger inside me. I need to feel you inside me," she said, grasping for his wrist to pull it down between her legs.

  He let her guide him, loving the feel of her softness as he probed for the opening to her sweet spot. His gaze stayed riveted on her face as he slipped his finger inside her. Her cunt tightened around his finger, giving him a glimpse into how good it would feel when his cock replaced his finger. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she tilted her head back against his arm.

  He stroked, gently, feeling her contract, her buttocks rising off his lap and then falling again as he started a rhythm with his finger. He searched between the soft folds with his thumb and found her clit, circling the nub until she whimpered and panted.

  "Yes, oh Aidan, yes, right there," she cried softly, holding onto his wrist and guiding the tempo of his fingers.

  Her pleasure dripped over him, soaking him, making it difficult if not near impossible to maintain control as he increased the speed of his thrusts, sensing she was near completion.

  "Fuck me faster," she begged, arching her back. He drove in and out of her with quick thrusts until she moaned loudly. She stilled then, crying out as her climax washed over her, her pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Her little whimpers and movements nearly drove him over the edge right along with her.

  She shuddered as her orgasm continued to arc through her body. He kept his fingers inside her, wanting to feel every spasm, loving how wet she'd gotten, knowing how damn good it was going to be when he came deep inside her.

  She lay there for a few seconds and he watched her, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths, tiny shudders making her body quake in his arms. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him, a satisfied smile gracing her beautiful face.

  Aidan withdrew his fingers and pulled her upright, keeping her situated on his lap.

  If he thought about charts, graphs or marketing plans, he might, just might, be able to control the urge to come in his pants.

  Until Melissa took his soaked hand and licked her juices off his fingers. Riveted on her sucking and the feel of her warm, wet mouth over him, he knew exactly what he wanted from her.

  But was she willing to give it?

  She pulled his fingers away and licked her lips, then kissed him, sharing the taste of her sweet juices with him.

  "Damn you're good at that," he said.

  "At what?" she asked, batting her lashes innocently.

  "At sucking my fingers."

  "Does it make you hot?"

  "Hell, yes."

  Her lips curled in a sensual smile that nearly knocked him off the bench. "Do you want me to suck your cock like that?"

  Holy fuck. She was willing to give him what he craved.

  Chapter Four

  Melissa trembled at the dark response in Aidan's eyes, unable to believe what had just happened.

  Too much wine was the culprit, no doubt. A hazy blanket fogged the common sense from her brain.

  She shouldn't be doing what she'd been doing with Aidan. She shouldn't have allowed him to touch her, to kiss her, to give her that lightning quick orgasm. Remnants of the overwhelming pleasure still burned inside her.

  She shouldn't want to reach into his jeans and touch, lick and suck his cock.

  But she did. She wanted all that.

  And more.

  It had to be the wine. At least that's what she'd decided to blame it on.

  "Well? Are you going to answer me or not?" she asked, teasing him by licking the last vestiges of her juices from her fingers. A part of her wondered who this wanton woman was who'd just offered to give her new business partner a blow job. The other part of her, the part she never set free, ignored the more reserved side and prodded on.

  "Do I really need to answer? I think you know what I want."

  He showed her by lifting her off his lap and situating himself on top of the picnic bench. He leaned back on his hands, his crotch in perfect position for her mouth.

  Never before had she wanted to do something so outrageous as sucking a man's cock in a public place. After all, he was her business partner. But she wouldn't think of that right now. The wine muddled her brain, melting it like the heated night had melted her inhibitions.

  She wanted this. Clearly, he did, too.

  Besides, she wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure he'd just given her. She wanted to make him feel wild and out of control.

  She stood and stepped between his legs and the bench, her sundress nothing more than a wadded bunch at her stomach. She couldn't have cared less that her body was bared, nothing more than a fine sheen of perspiration covering it.

  Who was this wild woman eager to give a man pleasure? Frosty Cross didn't behave this way. Was it so wrong to want to let go a bit? She'd let go earlier, and Aidan had taken her places she'd never been before.

  Careful, Melissa. Remember what happened last time you let someone in your heart. The last time you lost control, it cost you dearly.

  But this wasn't about her heart, wasn't about relationships and love. Aidan wanted one thing only from her--hot, unbridled sex. What was so wrong about that? She was a healthy woman who enjoyed sex as much as any man. As much as Aidan Storm seemed to. This was what she wanted, and she was smart enough not to involve her heart.

  Aidan reached for her. "Come here. Kiss me."

  She leaned over and fit her mouth over his, still surprised at the lightning shock that shot through her every time she touched him. Her body moistened in response.

  "Nice," he murmured against her lips, sliding his tongue against her bottom lip and nipping it lightly with his teeth. She moaned against his mouth, rewarded with his sexy, rumbling laugh.

  He reached around and grasped her buttocks, pulling her toward his erection. When she rocked against him, he groaned.

  Unable to resist further, she slid her hands down his shirt-clad chest and over his rigid abdomen, then halted at the waistband of his jeans.

  "Don't stop," he said, breathing heavily.

  "Tell me what you want, Aidan," she urged, needing to hear it even though she already knew.

  He fixed her with a dark and dangerous stare that she read as a man on the edge.

  Good. Just where she wanted him. Because she intended to take him right over that edge, and then some.

  "You know what I want. Give it to me."

  "Tsk, tsk, such an impatient man." Her fingers slid a little lower and rested on his zipper. Already she could feel his heat surging through her fingertips, lighting fire to her body.

  "Don't fuck with me, Lissa," he warned.

  She laughed, a low and husky sound that she couldn't quite believe came from her. "I thought that's exactly what you wanted me to do."

  "Yeah, and we'll get to that. Right now, I want you to suck me."

  Her nipples tightened, pleasure flooding between her legs. "Oh, I will, Aidan. But first...first I need to touch you."

  The torture had lasted long enough. For both of them. Unable to wait any longer, she moved her hand down until she found his erection. Huge, both lengthy and thick, her gaze flew up to his. "Wow."

  He laughed. "Thanks."

  Palming him, still not quite able to believe his size, she pressed in and his erection jumped toward her hand.

  "Touch it."

  Further commands from Aidan were unnecessary. He couldn't have kept her from her exploration if he'd tried. Making quick work of the button on his jean
s, she slid the zipper down, brushing against his straining erection as she did so. Her heart sped up, a sense of urgency enveloping her. She grasped his shaft and pulled it free of his clothing.

  He helped her by lifting his hips and sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs. His erection sprang up and she stood back and admired him. Long, it had to be nearly nine inches, and incredibly thick. Visions of him pounding inside her had her juices flowing down her thighs.

  "Stop doing that," he rasped.

  "What?" Certainly above average. Would it even fit inside her? For that matter, would she ever have the chance to find out?

  "Stop looking at it like that. You're gonna make me come before you ever get your mouth on it."

  Her lips curled in a devilish smile. "Oh. We can't have that, now can we?"

  She stroked his length, mesmerized when his cock jumped in her hand and burned her palms. Goosebumps popped up on her skin.

  "Wow."

  Aidan let loose a guttural groan. "Lissa, stop."

  She let his erection slide away from her fingers. "You want me to stop?"

  "Fuck no. I want you to touch it with your mouth. Quit teasing me."

  If she weren't so fired up about doing exactly as he asked, she'd have tormented him a few seconds longer. But she couldn't.

  She sat on the bench in front of him, grasping his shaft once again in her hands, adjusting to the way it seemed to vibrate with a life of its own. She wanted to touch him all over, to feel where his skin was soft and where it was covered with crisp, dark hair. But not now. Now she needed to taste him.

  She opened her mouth and captured the tip of his penis. Thunder rumbled somewhere far off in the distance. She licked the salty fluid that spilled onto her tongue. Aidan bucked his hips and more of his delicious cock filled her mouth.

  "Christ, Lissa!" Her gaze met his and she triumphed at his clenched jaw and heavily lidded eyes.

  Wanting more, she stood and bent over him so he could watch her slide as much of him into her mouth as she could hold. When he reached for her and caressed her hair, she moved her mouth down until she could go no further. And still, there was more of him she hadn't tasted.

  When she released his cock he shuddered, his gaze riveted as she alternated stroking his shaft and licking the tip. He tasted like hot, spicy sex, and she loved every second of having him in her mouth. When she moved down and licked his balls he cursed in French and nearly rocketed himself off the bench. Smooth, the twin satin sacs tightened against his body. She laved them with her tongue until he begged her to suck him.

  From the way he moved, she knew that he wasn't going to last long, and even that thrilled her, knowing she could take him this close to orgasm in a matter of minutes.

  "Oh, man," he mumbled when she sucked him in deep and quickened her movements. He sat up and palmed her face with his hands. She stilled her head and let him fuck her mouth, the sensation unlike anything she'd experienced.

  Sparks of intense desire shot between her legs, and she instinctively reached down and slid her fingers between her legs. Her pussy was soaked with the juices of her earlier orgasm. She closed her eyes, imagining her body primed to receive his thick cock.

  Her strokes mirrored his as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy in time to the thrusting motions of his cock in her mouth. Tension built inside her like a gathering storm, driving her toward the edge of reason.

  "Yeah, baby, touch yourself. Make yourself come," Aidan whispered, now controlling the movements of his cock in her mouth. She went with him, her fingers sliding deep inside her heated core, nearly delirious in her desire to plummet over the edge with him.

  Listening to his groans of pleasure heightened her own. Then it hit her, suddenly and without warning. She moaned against his cock as the orgasm took her over, and he went with her, a gush of fluid filling her mouth. She swallowed his come eagerly, a swirl of incredible sensations sweeping through her as she climaxed.

  After she'd licked and sucked him until he started to grow soft, Aidan withdrew his shaft and pulled her up against him, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. She grabbed for his shoulders and held on tight, feeling dizzy and exhausted but more satisfied than she'd ever been before.

  "Well, cher, that was certainly a great way to end our night," he whispered against her ear, nipping gently at the lobe until she shivered.

  "Yes, it was." She stifled a yawn and blinked twice to force her eyes to stay open. The aftereffects of her orgasms and the wine she'd consumed had finally begun to take their toll. She sank against him, grateful when he wrapped his arms around her, helped her pull up her dress and led her back to his car.

  The ride back was silent, yet not uncomfortable. Melissa's wine-soaked brain refused to realize what she'd just done, and she wasn't about to fight it. Ignorance was bliss, at least temporarily.

  By the time he pulled up to the hotel she was nearly asleep, fighting desperately to focus her eyes.

  "Do you want me to walk you inside?"

  She shook her head. "No, I think I can find my room."

  He stepped out of the car and went around to open her door. She grasped his hand, grateful that he assisted her. Her limbs felt heavy and all she wanted to do right now was pass out in her bed.

  When she turned to say goodnight he hauled her into his arms, her chest pressed against his. She looked up at him and the smoldering look in his eyes had her body recharging once again.

  "I'm going to walk you to your room."

  And what? Have a reoccurrence of what she was already trying to forget had happened? No way. "I'm fine. The doorman is right there and it's your hotel, so you know it's safe. I'm really okay, Aidan, but I appreciate the offer."

  "I insist."

  "And I say no. Please."

  "All right. I had fun tonight."

  "Me too." Too much fun, she feared. "Goodnight Aidan." She pulled away and waved him off, then hurried through the lobby doors.

  The first vestiges of guilt and horror at what she'd done tonight with a virtual stranger were already wiggling their way into her conscience. She wanted to be sound asleep before the full impact of her behavior reared its ugly head.

  Not that it would matter, she thought as she made her way to her room, throwing her purse on the chair and stripping off her dress. She'd have to face it tomorrow.

  As she slipped under the cool sheets, her body still simmered with heat from Aidan's touch. Like a long, hot summer, she worried that nothing could cool the fire he'd flamed inside her.

  *

  The alarm blared in Melissa's ears. How could it be time to get up already? She'd just gone to bed. Or at least it seemed that way.

  Pulling her head from beneath the pillow, she managed to squeeze open one eye to check the time.

  Damn. Damn, damn, and double damn. It was time to get up.

  Get up, take a shower, and get ready to face Aidan.

  The flush warming her body as she padded into the bathroom had nothing to do with memories of his electrified touch. This time it was the flame of mortification.

  What the hell had she been thinking? Better yet, who the hell had she been last night?

  Certainly not Frosty Cross. She'd never let go like that, never let her inhibitions fly away in a storm of desire. Always cool, calm and in control, the woman she'd become in Aidan's arms was a complete opposite of the woman she'd thought herself to be.

  The woman she wanted to be. Poised, professional, crisp and impersonal. Instead she'd been wanton, sexy, molten fire and had melted all over Aidan.

  Too bad the shower couldn't wash away the embarrassment she'd have to face once she saw him again.

  If she were a weaker person she could feign a headache and at least temporarily put off what was bound to be an uncomfortable meeting. But she wasn't weak, had never been, and wouldn't allow herself to avoid contact with him.

  Correction. She had been weak, once.

  Last night.

  She soaped her body, aching in places that
hadn't been touched in far too long. Oh sure, she got herself off on a regular basis. After all, masturbating was a great tension reliever, and in her line of work she ended every day stressed to the maximum.

  But getting oneself off and spreading her legs in the middle of a public park with such wild abandon was an entirely different matter.

  When she soaped her breasts, she remembered the sensation of Aidan's hands grasping her softly and gently, tweaking her nipples until shocks of pleasure sailed through her. Slipping her fingers between her legs, she was surprised at the instant awakening of desire.

  This kind of thing just didn't happen to her.

  Refusing to give in to the sexual need growing steadily inside her, she turned off the shower, dried off and faced herself in the mirror.

  No sense whining about something she had no control over. What's done was done, and she couldn't go back and change things, no matter how much she wanted to. She'd just have to keep things cooler between her and Aidan in the future, and to make sure he clearly understood that she was not a hot sex goddess, but a cool, calm, professional.

  *

  Damn, she'd been hot last night. Aidan flipped his car keys to Frank, the attendant, bounding up the steps and into the lobby. For the first time in a long time, he was supercharged about going to work.

  Part of it was the excitement of the casino venture with the hotel.

  A lot of it had to do with seeing Lissa.

  His body already craved her again, wanted her touch, wanted to inhale her sweet scent. He had to mentally force down thoughts of fucking her to avoid walking through the hotel with a very visible erection.

  Never before had a woman fired him up like Lissa had. She'd taken him completely by surprise with her acquiescence to his sexual teasing. He'd only started it because he wanted to rile her a little. He found her cool Boston exterior not only a challenge, but charming.

  Okay, maybe more the challenge.

  Then when she heated up like a wildcat, her desires more than matching his own, she'd tantalized him past the point of rational thought.

  If Logan knew about what happened between them last night, he'd have a fit. Aidan even felt a twinge of guilt that he'd not only done the one thing Logan warned him not to do, but he'd done it the first night Melissa was in town.

  Considering she'd be here at least a month, trying to keep his distance would be difficult, if not downright impossible.