by Tracy Wolff
“Forget it.” Her eyes warmed and with a quick grin, she reached up and pulled the rubber band from his hair.
“My turn,” she murmured, pressing her soft body against his burning one as her hands danced through the cool silkiness of his hair.
“For what?” His voice was hoarse, his eyes aware.
“For this.” She pulled Kevin’s mouth down to hers, wanting, needing, to taste him. Her tongue teased the corners of his mouth, traced his upper lip. When his mouth opened on a groan, she slid his lower lip between her teeth and nipped just hard enough to have his eyes flying open and his hands reaching down to cup her ass. He lifted her slightly, pressed his throbbing cock between her legs.
But Serena pulled away, shaking her head as she wiped a smudge of charcoal off his cheek. “No way,” she murmured, lowering her head to lick a bead of sweat slowly making its way down his chest. “You got to do what you wanted last night.”
He raised his eyebrows, even as he brought his hands back to rest on his thighs. “You have a complaint?”
Her eyes slowly ran over his body from head to toe and she smiled sensuously. “No,” she shook her head. “No complaints. But turnabout’s fair play.”
She reached a hand up to his face and delicately traced the hard angles she found there. Her fingers swept gently across his forehead, down his nose, over those sharp, seductive cheekbones and down to his chin. His breathing grew harsher and Serena smiled, thrilled that she could so easily pull a reaction from him.
She turned, moving her body away from his so that her index finger was the only point of contact between them. Slowly, sensuously, she slid it back and forth over his lips. First the upper one, with its perfect cupid bow then the full, voluptuous curve of his lower lip.
Kevin’s eyes, nearly black with arousal, scorched her as he suddenly turned his head and bit the tip of her finger before drawing it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it.
Serena closed her eyes, enjoying the smooth, wet pressure for a moment before she slowly pulled her finger away. His hand reached up to grab her, to pull her against him, but she laughed as she evaded his grasp.
Swirling her tongue over her own lips, she trailed her still wet finger into the deep V between her breasts. His eyes followed her every move, his breath growing harsher with each moment that passed.
With a teasing grin, she dragged the tank top over her head, relishing his sharp intake of breath as she stood before him in only her black lace bra and threadbare jeans. She cupped her breasts, rubbed her thumbs over her nipples, enjoying both the contact and his response to it.
“Serena.” Kevin’s voice was low, warning.
“Something wrong?” she asked, flicking the front clasp of her bra open so that her breasts tumbled free. She licked her fingers, swirled them around her already hard nipples, moaning softly as energy shot from her breasts to between her legs.
He reached for her. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come before I even get to touch you.”
“Really?” Her eyes taunted him as her lips formed a perfect, inviting O. His arousal was huge, and it made her heart beat faster just looking at him. Stepping forward, she hooked a finger in the waistband of his jeans and tugged him closer. “That looks uncomfortable,” she said teasingly.
He smiled wickedly, his cock jumping beneath her gaze. “It could be better.”
“Oh really?” Her eyebrows lifted inquiringly, even as she slowly slid the button free. “I don’t think I could take it if it got much better.”
Kevin’s indrawn breath was audible as Serena eased the zipper down and slipped her hand inside his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so her fingers made immediate contact with his aching erection, curling around him as she began stroking again and again.
Kevin’s head fell back and he groaned, even as he thrust himself against her questing hands. “Cher, please. Let me—” His voice broke as she ran a hand over the thick head of his cock.
“Let you what?” She slid his jeans over his hips, kneeling as she slipped them down his legs and over his bare feet. She looked up, her face level with his truly magnificent erection.
Leaning forward, she rubbed her cheek along his hard, silky length before turning her head and softly kissing just the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head and reached between his legs to cup and massage his testicles.
Kevin groaned, his hot eyes following every move she made. His hands tangled in her hair as she leaned forward and slowly licked her tongue up the length of him.
“Serena!” he gasped. “Mon Dieu, bebe, you’re killing me!”
“Kevin, bebe,” she mocked. “I haven’t even started.”
She turned her head and took his throbbing cock into her mouth, pulling him deep as her tongue continued to swirl around him. Her hands reached up, grabbed his ass to anchor herself as she slowly pulled back until only his deep purple head was between her lips. She sucked him gently, her tongue flicking back and forth across the small bundle of nerves centered on the bottom of the tip.
He clutched her hair, groaned, but she was relentless. Slowly, incredibly slowly, she took all of him into her mouth. Around and around she swirled her tongue, savoring the musky, masculine taste of him even as her throat milked him.
Kevin watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, loving the sight and feel of her gorgeous mouth on his cock. He thrust against her, watched himself slide in and out of her raspberry-colored lips. He wanted her to continue, wanted to come in her mouth with a desire so intense that it made him shake. But he wanted to hold her too, to pleasure her as she was pleasuring him.
“Cher,” he said huskily, forcing the words through his too-dry throat. “Stop. I don’t want to come yet.”
Serena released him almost instantly and he didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Looking at him through her lashes, she ran her tongue up and down the length of him as he murmured in approval. “I want you to come.”
She was breathless, her body nearly as hot as his. Her nipples were painfully tight, her jeans soaked through and she wanted nothing more than to make this man come, to taste the sweet saltiness of his release as she brought him pleasure. “I need you to come for me.”
Her lips closed over him again and her tongue continued to move back and forth over his length even as she reached behind his balls and touched a spot he hadn’t known existed. It was too much stimulus, too much sensation, too much everything. He tried to pull away from her, tried to stop the orgasm flowing through him.
But Serena was having none of it. Cupping his ass, she pulled him tightly against her as once again she slid his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. Her tongue stroked the tender underside of his cock, her fingers rubbed the spot next to his balls and her mouth continued to suck until he was nearly out of his mind.
She hummed sexily and the ensuing vibrations sent him into sensory overload. With a deep, lusty groan he emptied himself into her mouth as the most blindingly intense orgasm of his life swept through him. His knees grew weak, his entire body shook and he sank gratefully to the floor, pulling her on top of him as he did.
Serena’s lips glistened wetly as she reached a hand forward to stroke his cheek. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes pools of molten chocolate. She’d never been more beautiful to him. This gorgeous, generous woman who had turned him inside out and now held him more tenderly than anyone ever had.
He breathed deeply, inhaled the spicy scent of her. She was such a mass of contradictions—with her sexy perfume and tailored clothes, her burning eyes and cool, cultured voice. Which was the real Serena? Did he even care, as long as she continued to let him love her?
Make love to her, he corrected himself, suddenly uncomfortable with the fierce beating of his heart—a pounding that didn’t come completely from his recent exertions. But her lush ass was rubbing against him and his cock came to life once again, sending all other thoughts fleeing from his head.
Turning her so
that her high breasts brushed against his cheek, Kevin captured a taut, pouting nipple in his mouth as he peeled her jeans down her thighs. He rolled her nipple between his lips, nipping softly, loving how it tightened for him even more.
Resting one hand on her back to anchor her to him, he slipped his other hand between Serena’s legs. She was wet, hot, burning, and he groaned as he slid one finger inside of her, followed closely by a second. He worked them back and forth, his thumb rubbing against her clit as she rode his hand.
Serena’s head lolled back on her neck, her entire focus on Kevin and the wicked, wonderful things he was doing to her body. She straddled him, heat shooting through her as his cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. His fingers moved harder and faster inside of her, even as he thrust against her. Orgasm roared through her, tightening every muscle in her body as she came, screaming his name.
He reached for a condom, slipped it over his pulsing erection and slid home as contractions continued to rock her. Serena rose onto her knees, riding him as ecstasy pulsed through her. Their eyes met, held, as need arced between them. She wanted to look away—the pull between them was too intense to bear. But Kevin reached up, held her chin between his strong artist’s fingers, kept her eyes focused on his as he pounded into her. His eyes blazed, burned, promised things she didn’t want to think about, things she wasn’t ready to accept. But another release was close, beckoning, growing stronger as his eyes seared into hers.
His hand slipped between them, firmly stroking her clit as orgasm loomed closer and closer. She closed her eyes, but his fingers tightened on her chin. “Look at me,” he demanded hoarsely. “I want to watch you while you come.”
Serena’s eyes flew open and her body convulsed, his words sending satisfaction streaming through her. His dark, dangerous eyes trapped hers, intensifying her climax as his own roared through him. She felt naked, vulnerable, more revealed than she’d ever been before. Even so, she continued to stare into his eyes as her orgasm went on and on.
When the last ripple of sensation finally faded, she collapsed against Kevin’s chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She was raw, emotionally drained, and strangely shy after the intense emotional connection they had just shared. She’d known it was more than sex between them, but she had been woefully unprepared for the emotions surging through her at such an alarming rate.
What would she do if she fell in love with him? What could she do?
Chapter Eight
She wasn’t answering. Again. He clicked the disconnect button gently, stared at the phone for a few long seconds. Then threw it against the wall so hard it shattered.
Why was she doing this? Why now when he was so close to making all of his plans a reality was she shutting him out? He strode to the bar and grabbed a bottle of seventy-year-old scotch. Without bothering with a glass, he unscrewed the top and took a long swig from the bottle. Than another and another.
Fire raced down his esophagus to his stomach, fire that for a minute burned away the cold that had lately taken up permanent residence there. But he couldn’t take too much, couldn’t afford to be drunk when he went back to work. He wouldn’t need the stupid job much longer but for now it suited his plans very nicely and he didn’t want to do anything to rock the boat. To call attention to himself when he’d made blending in an art form.
He climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to the back bedroom, the one with the window that looked straight into Serena’s kitchen. He’d been watching since last night and she hadn’t returned. No lights had gone on in her condo. No signs of life to say she was back, tucked into bed like a good girl.
So where was she? What was she doing right now that was so important she couldn’t answer his calls? She knew how angry it made him when she wasn’t available to him.
Had she seriously gone running out to that bayou, out to that gutter rat with his callused hands and dirty clothes? He couldn’t imagine Serena actually letting him touch her—she wasn’t the type to let some filthy laborer get his hands on her. But the man would have to die anyway. For his thoughts alone. No man, no one, could be alone with Serena and not want her. Not think about taking off her clothes and licking her delicious body from top to bottom. He should know—he’d done nothing but think about that body for ten long years and plan every single thing he would do to it.
Serena was his. His! And any man who thought otherwise was asking for a death sentence. He reached into the drawer of the desk that sat beneath the window. Pulled out his father’s gun. Ran loving fingers over it. Cupped its cool smoothness against his cheek. A death sentence he would be only too happy to provide.
He hardened to the point of pain. Unzipping his pants with his free hand, he stroked his dick while he imagined what it would be like to stick it into her. To slam into her—over and over again—while he used his teeth on her nipples. Would they be the same bright red as her sister’s, he wondered as he moved his hand harder and faster. Or would they be unique—like Serena herself. A pale pink, a dusky rose, a muted brown?
“Oh God!” He squeezed harder and nearly came—the pleasure-pain almost more than he could bear. Would she like the combination as much as he did—the pricks of pain that made the pleasure only more intense? She would like it, he determined, because who could be better for her—to her—than he could? He would be in her, on her, in every way imaginable. And she would scream for more.
“Fuuuuuuuck …” He came on a tidal wave of pleasure so intense he nearly passed out, so incredibly, unbelievably, fucking good that it overwhelmed and buried—just for a few seconds—the pain slowly winding its way through his head.
That’s when it came to him, in that funny afterglow of pleasure after a particularly intense orgasm. If he had Serena he could fuck her all the time, over and over and over until the pain went away for good.
* * *
They lay together a long time, her head pillowed on his chest, his right leg wrapped around her—anchoring her in place. One of Kevin’s hands gently stroked her hair as the other wound itself around her waist. She breathed deeply, savoring the smell and feel that was uniquely Kevin. But soon touching wasn’t enough and Serena’s tongue darted out, caressing his nipple before she could stop herself.
Kevin groaned, shifted so that his hands cupped her ass as she rested completely on top of him. “Mon Dieu, Serena. You are insatiable.” He heaved a long, put-upon sigh. “But I suppose, if you insist—”
She giggled, a sound he had despaired of ever hearing from her, as she slapped a palm firmly against his chest. “Oh, no. I don’t think so!”
Disappointment flashed briefly in his eyes before he muttered, “No? Are you sure?” He leaned forward, took one of her gorgeous, raspberry-colored nipples into his mouth.
She arched her back, sighing as he continued his tender onslaught. “I’m sore, Kevin. Any more and I won’t be able to walk.”
He pulled away instantly. “Je suis désolé. I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t think.” He leaned down, pressed a kiss on her slender, patrician nose before slowly easing to his feet.
Serena watched him pad, naked and totally unself-conscious, across the studio to the refrigerator. He grabbed a bottle of water, twisted the top off and drank deeply. Wide-eyed, she watched his throat work as he drank. A dark arousal started low in her belly; her nipples peaked and her breathing became harsh. She shifted. Maybe, if they were careful—
Her tender muscles screamed in protest and she ruefully admitted that no matter how willing the spirit was, the body definitely needed a break. Maybe just a short one, but still definitely a break.
“You want one?” he asked, gesturing to the water bottle.
“Sure.” He bent down, his magnificent ass displayed in full-glory. Serena couldn’t help herself. She grabbed her camera and snapped two pictures in quick succession.
The whirr of the camera alerted him and Kevin turned around, eyes narrowed. “You did not just take a picture of my naked ass!”
She
smiled impishly and clicked another picture. God knew, his front view was even better than the back. He stalked toward her, his erection growing with each click of the camera. Drool pooled in her mouth but she ignored the overwhelming urge to put the camera aside and touch him.
“Serena!’ His voice was sharp.
He was standing over her, ruining the angle of the photo. She scooted back, leaned down to get the shot. “Hmm?” she answered absently, totally focused on the image in her camera lens.
He frowned. “None of these are going in the book!”
“Why not? Your body is unbelievable—these would totally boost your popularity. Not that you need it,” she added hastily, as his face clouded over.
“I am not a Playgirl model!”
“And isn’t that a shame?” she answered, licking her lips. “You’d sell an awful lot of magazines.”
Or photo essays? he wondered before he could stop himself. He hated the suspicious twist his mind had taken, the sudden distance he felt from her. Serena wasn’t Deb. She wouldn’t make him fall for her, use him, and then toss him away once she’d reached her objective.
But what exactly was Serena going to do? he asked himself again. When she was done shooting for the book, would she walk out of his life before he could convince her to stay?
“Kevin?” Serena’s voice broke into his reverie. “Are you okay?”
“Of course. Why?”
“You’ve been standing there, lost in thought, for almost five minutes.” She patted the rug next to her. “Come sit here.”
He gratefully sank down next to her, reached to pull her in his arms. But she evaded him, scooting as far back as the wall allowed as she shrugged into his shirt.
“Lie down,” she murmured. “I’m not done.”
His eyebrows rose. “Not done with what, cher? ’Cuz I don’t think we can get much done with you over there.”
“The pictures, silly.” When he didn’t move, she sighed and moved toward him again. She leaned forward and kissed him, easing him down even as her glorious tongue tangled with his. Just as he was getting into it, she pulled away and reached for her camera again.
