by M. S. Parker
“Raye.”
My butt hit his kitchen table, and my backward retreat came to an end, but still, I flinched away when he came closer. Mild, amused exasperation appeared on his face, but I didn’t get the impression he was laughing at me. More like he was just…bemused. “It’s a funny thing to have a woman tell you she wants to have sex with you while she’s backing away like you’re on fire.”
I swallowed. “I’m nervous.”
“I noticed. You don’t have to be.”
“I don’t ask guys to have sex with me on a regular basis.” Feeling foolish, I jutted my chin out at him, daring him to say something else.
He did, but it wasn’t what I was expecting. “Are you a virgin?”
“What?” I gaped at him. “No…I…no. Why would you ask that?”
Kane shrugged. “You’re nervous as hell about sex. You were skittish the other day. I just wanted to make sure.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I told him. Shit, I hadn’t been this nervous when I had been a virgin. “I had a friend in high school…Dmitri. He was my best friend. We were both still virgins and decided we’d…well, lose it together.” I blushed furiously as I told him, but I didn’t want him telling me no because he thought he might…I dunno, be the first to go where no man had gone before. I’d heard some men were funny about that. And I definitely wasn’t telling him about anything else.
“Okay.” He nodded at me and took a step closer.
I didn’t let myself sidestep him. He was right. I’d asked him to have sex with me, so it was stupid to back away from him or act like I didn’t want him to touch me. Especially when that was the furthest thing from the truth imaginable. I did want him to touch me. I wanted him to touch me a lot.
“What about your brother?”
Yet another question I hadn’t expected. Frowning, I shook my head. “What about him?”
“He’s my best friend. If he finds out about this, he might kick my ass.” Kane’s face twisted into a grimace. “And I’d probably let him.”
“It’s none of his business,” I told him. “And it’s not like I plan on going and telling him that I asked you to sleep with me. Besides, I’m not talking about a…a relationship.” I forced the words out, then made myself continue with the explanation I’d come up with. “Sex makes me nervous. The first time I was with someone, it was with a person I trusted. Now, I freak out anytime I even get close. But I didn’t freak out with you. I thought maybe…” My tongue felt thick with the lie on it, but I forced myself to continue. “Well, I need to get past it. I don’t like feeling…not normal. I want to be able to be with a guy and not freak out about it.”
“And you want me to help you with that?” He had that heated, hooded look in his eyes again.
It was a look that made me feel warm all over, and naked, even though I was still fully dressed. “Yes,” I whispered.
His final step pretty much eliminated the distance between us, and I sucked in a desperate gulp of air as he reached up to cup my cheek. “Is this why you dressed up so pretty, Raye?” His other hand stroked up my arm, the fine knit of the sweater hardly any barrier to the heat of his hand.
“Maybe?”
He chuckled softly and dipped his head, rubbing his lips across mine.
It was a sweet, sweet kiss and it didn’t scare me at all.
Maybe I could do this.
I knew I wanted to, and that was a thing of wonder, in and of itself.
He stood so close that his warmth reached out to me, teasing me through my clothes, and I wanted to rub up against him like a cat in heat.
“So…” Kane lifted his head to peer down at me, and I swallowed back a moan at the loss of his mouth against mine.
I could have kissed him forever, especially those light, nuzzling kisses. They turned my blood into something sweet and thick that flowed through my veins like syrup. “So, what?” I asked, staring at his mouth.
A sharp noise escaped him, and he said, “If you keep staring at me like that, Raye, we’re going to have a problem.”
“What kind of problem?” Confused, I looked up and met his eyes.
But he just shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He traced his finger over my mouth. “Let me see if I understand this right. You came over here to ask me if I wanted to have some no strings attached sex. Is that right?”
“Pretty much, yes.”
He smiled, and that grin that lit his face was hot enough to light a thousand fires. My belly flipped over, and I swayed closer, surprising myself by lifting my mouth to his.
I think I surprised him, too, because his eyes widened fractionally before he lowered his mouth back to mine.
And this was a real kiss – he licked at my lips until I opened for him, and once I did, his tongue swooped inside, seeking out mine and demanding a response. I didn’t know how to not give it.
He slid one hand up my spine, then down it, sealing our bodies together.
When he finally broke the kiss, it was to whisper against my mouth, “You sure about this, Raye?”
“Surer than I’ve been about anything in a very long time.”
20
Kane
I felt like I’d just been given a late Christmas present, all wrapped up in shades of blue, topped off with a nervous smile.
Raye leaned against my kitchen table as I settled back on my heels to study her, half-expecting her to disappear in front of me.
Half of me wouldn’t have been surprised to wake up suddenly to find that this had been a dream. After all, I’d done quite a bit of dreaming about this very woman since I ran into her that fated New Year’s Eve. But even after I’d fought those guys off…even after that first kiss…I never dreamed we’d be here, together, like this.
I essentially had carte blanche with the woman who kept me awake at nights with a hard-on, and when she wasn’t keeping me awake, she was giving me sweet dreams that had me waking with a smile on my face.
Not that anything would ever come of it.
Jake would kill me, that was the truth.
Besides, I wouldn’t ever let anything come of it. A girl like her deserved better than a roughneck like me.
But I could do this for her – she trusted me to do this for her. She wanted me to do this for her, and damned if I didn’t want to do it.
The sweater, soft against her warm skin, tickled my roughened palm as I stroked it up her arm, then curved it around her neck. “Come here,” I whispered, tugging her in close so I could kiss her.
I kept it light and easy, something I’d have to do throughout this entire thing.
If she’d only had sex the one time, and every other time she’d attempted intimacy, things went south, it explained why she was so nervous, I guessed. Not to mention that episode on the street New Year’s Eve. The way she reacted made me think it wasn’t the first time some dick had tried to force the issue with her, and that would make her reservations about sex that much worse,
But she hadn’t had so many reservations when I touched her.
She didn’t have any now as I kissed her, sliding my tongue past her lips and delving deep into the sweet recesses of her mouth. She tasted like wine and woman, and it was enough to make me drunk on her. Deepening the kiss, I tugged her against me, turning as I did so that my hips were against the table and she was half-leaning against me. She stiffened at first, like she had several times the night I’d brought her to climax, but she relaxed almost immediately.
“I want to touch you,” I whispered against her mouth.
“You don’t have to ask,” she said, drawing back to peer up at me.
“I just want you to know what’s coming.” I held her eyes as I slid my hand under her sweater and placed my palm on her side. She was built so delicately and felt almost fragile under my touch. I could feel each rib as I slid my palm higher, up until the heel of my hand grazed the curve of her breast.
Her breath stuttered in her chest.
The sound of it made my heart sp
eed up.
Every reaction was so open, so…new.
“I love your tits,” I muttered, dipping my head to nuzzle her neck. “I didn’t get to play with them enough the other night. I’m going to take your sweater off now.”
She whimpered in her throat but relaxed against me, letting me tug the material up, baring her flesh one slow inch at a time. I did it that slowly to tease myself as much as I did to let her adjust to it, and by the time I had the sweater off, I was almost ravenous to taste her. But I held back, leaning away so I could take in the sight of her.
It almost did me in.
She wore a bra so dark blue, it almost looked black, and her pale skin glowed like a pearl against it.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I muttered. Grasping her around the waist, I hauled her up against me and buried my face between her breasts.
A startled cry escaped her, but before I could worry if I’d moved too fast, she dipped her hands into my hair and arched against me.
She might think she was awkward or too nervous at this, but she was wrong. Raye was a natural, filled with a buried sensuality that was only now coming to the surface. I intended to enjoy every bit of it for as long as it lasted.
She moaned as I trailed a line of kisses down the fragile skin that covered her breastbone, whimpered as I kissed my way back up.
Did she know she had her legs wrapped around me?
I sure as hell did, and my cock felt like a rocket about to explode.
Grasping her hips, I began to move her up and down against me, dragging a low, hungry moan from her throat.
“I could come, just doing this to you,” I whispered against her throat. “You’re already wet, aren’t you, baby?”
She shuddered as I spoke, and I couldn’t hold back a smile. I didn’t know if she planned on this being a one-time thing. I didn’t know if she planned on this lasting beyond tonight. But if I had my way, sometime soon, I’d have her stretched out naked in front of me, and I’d tell her a thousand dirty things, and I’d see if I couldn’t just talk her into orgasm.
“Are you wet?” I asked when she didn’t answer. “Tell me.”
“I…I think so.”
“Let’s find out.” I popped the button on her jeans, turning once more and propped her on the edge of the table. She squirmed as I dragged the zipper down and her lashes fluttered shut when I slid my fingers past the top edge of her panties. But then I stopped. “I want you to see.”
She jerked, startled by the words.
“I…what?”
“Check and see if you’re wet. Tell me.”
Her cheeks flamed, and I waited to see if she would. Her tongue slid out, wetting her lips, and I almost whimpered when she slowly lifted a hand and slid it along the lacy edge of her panties. “I’m not very good at this,” she whispered, the words shy and nervous.
“I think you’re wrong. Show me that you’re wet, Raye.” I challenged her with my eyes.
And I was gratified a moment later when she slid her hands inside her panties. Her lashes fluttered, a husky breath escaping her.
“Are you?” I pressed my mouth to hers, waiting for the answer, even though I already knew.
“Yes.”
“Good.” I closed my fingers over her wrist and nudged her hand closer. “Touch yourself. I want to kiss you while you’re doing that.”
She gasped as I pushed my tongue into her mouth and that faint inhalation made it seem like she was drawing me inside her.
Between us, I felt the slow, almost shy movements of her wrist as she massaged herself. I kept my hand on her wrist, and when her movements slowed, I whispered, “More.”
Soon, she was moaning and rocking against her hand, all but riding it as her excitement rose.
“Can you make yourself come for me, Raye? That would be so fucking hot.”
Her head fell back, and she stared at me with bleary, uncomprehending eyes. I let go of her wrist but reached down to press at her crotch through her jeans. I felt her hand, lodged in that tight space and it made me go a little crazy. “Fuck your fingers, Raye. Make yourself come and let me watch.”
Her eyes started to clear so I kissed her, and soon, she was writhing against her own touch again.
She came with a choked, startled gasp and a weak shudder, and when it was over, she pulled away to gape up at me. Even before she said it, I knew. “I’ve never been able to do that before.”
“You just don’t think,” I told her. Watching her, I took her wrist and tugged.
Still watching her, I guided her fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. “I love the taste of you.”
Another one of those pretty blushes scalded her cheeks, and I laughed, dipping my head to rub my cheek against hers. “You just made yourself come in front of me, and that’s what makes you blush.”
“Quit teasing me,” she said, shoving at my chest.
“I can’t help it.” Covering her mouth with mine, I kissed her to let her know I was just playing. “Everything about you is just so fun. Kiss me, Raye. I love it when you kiss me back.”
And she did, sighing into my mouth. She stiffened when I caught her wrist and brought her fingers up, though, replacing my mouth with them. “Taste…see how sweet?”
She hesitated, but slowly, as I watched her, she slid her tongue out. “It’s salty.”
“Sweet,” I corrected her, taking her hand back and closing her mouth over her middle finger. There was only the faintest taste now, mostly gone and I was greedy for more. Tugging her off the table, I eased the jeans down over her hips, then nudged her back down before I slowly knelt in front of her, dragging the material the rest of the way off.
I left her panties alone, although the sight of her encased in the same midnight blue that matched her bra was almost enough to stop my heart.
Once I had her jeans off, I leaned back over her and pressed my mouth to her cunt. Through the silk of her panties, I could taste her, feel how wet she was, and it was enough to make the threads of my control tremble.
But I ignored the pulse of want burning inside me as I focused on her.
Pulling her panties aside, I told her, “I’m going to eat you up now, Raye.”
Her cheeks went red, and before she could decide whether or not to panic, I pressed my mouth to her. She jolted against me, one hand raising, then falling to smack against the table. She cried out and made a low, hungry sound in her throat.
It made my cock throb and pulse, aching like a bad tooth.
Pulling back, I blew a puff of air against her, then caught her clit between my teeth and tugged.
She whimpered.
“Tell me what you like,” I demanded.
She just moaned.
“Do you like this?” I asked, sucking on her clit.
Another moan.
I circled her clit with my thumb and used my tongue to fuck her. “This?”
She whimpered.
“Tell me, Raye.”
“All of it, Kane. I like it all.”
I caught her hand and brought it to my hair. “Show me.”
I pressed my face back to her and slowly, she caught on, her fingers slipping through my hair, then tangling in it. A series of hitching, high-pitched breaths started to burn out of her as I slid two fingers into her pussy and I began to pump them, twisting my wrist so they screwed in and out of her cunt.
“Yes, please!”
She jerked against me, and I felt the start of her climax just as I was ready to pull away. Startled at how easy it was to bring her pleasure, I pressed my mouth to her clit and licked, sucked, worked her through it.
She was whimpering when I finished her off, and I stood up, catching her face in my hands to kiss her. “Taste yourself on me.”
She blushed but didn’t pull away as I kissed her.
As I slid my tongue past her lips, she curled her arms around my torso and arched against me, letting me feel her tight nipples through her bra and the curvy, soft lines of her body. Cupping her
breasts in my hands, I plumped them together, groaning in delight at the softness.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I muttered against her lips. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my dick.”
A sharp noise broke free from her throat, and I lifted my head to smile down at her. “That’s how this is going to end, Raye. I’m going to pick you up, carry you to bed, and you’re going to straddle me and take my dick inside you. You’re going to ride me and make us both go a little crazy.”
Her eyes were glassy now, and I asked her, “You ready to do that?”
“I…” She bit her lower lip but nodded. “I think so.”
I wasn’t sure if she was, but at least she hadn’t freaked out at the idea of going to my room.
Boosting her up, I said, “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did so and gasped at the feel of me rubbing against her cunt. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes…” She moaned, her head falling back.
Unable to resist, I leaned forward and bit her neck, right on the curve where her neck and shoulder joined. She shivered and pressed in closer, her fingers dipping into my hair.
Fuck, I had so many things I wanted to do to her.
Slow, Kane…I had to remember that. We had to go slow.
In my bedroom, I put her on the bed and stood by the side, reaching for the hem of my shirt. “I’m going to take off my clothes. That okay?”
Her eyes cleared momentarily, and something that might have been panic lit her gaze.
“We can wait,” I offered.
But she shook her head. “No.” She touched her tongue to her lips and whispered, “I want to see you.”
How could such a simple statement make me so hot?
I didn’t know, but my hands ended up fumbling a little as I peeled my t-shirt upward, then went to deal with the zipper of my jeans. I’d already kicked my boots off, and I was able to slide the rest of my clothes off in a few economical motions. When I was done, I stood by the side of the bed, waiting.
