Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty — Lucky

by Cate Ellink

  She pushed her palms flat to his chest and he halted. ‘Step back, I want to see you,’ she said.

  He blushed. God. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. A naked, aroused man, blushing as she checked him out. A red tinge slid up his neck then across his jaw and lay on his cheekbones.

  ‘You’re beautiful.’ She was breathless, astounded, and she hadn’t really checked out down below.

  His chest was massive. She’d known that, but naked it was more impressive. Muscled. Sweeping expanses of tanned skin. Rich brown hair in strategic places that drew her gaze. His shoulders extended outwards, rounded and muscular. Biceps swelling even as she stared down his arms. His stomach was packed with too many muscles to count, and those rising over his hips teased her gaze to his cock. Standing tall in a brown thicket, his cock was impressive, making her mouth water. Strong legs barely got a glance as she reached her hand toward him.

  He tapped her hand away. ‘I need to look at you too.’ He smiled as he picked her up and deposited her on her feet next to her bed. She’d thought he’d bonk her on the desk, but she should have known he was a gentleman who’d want a bed. Next time she was taking him on the desk, or against the wall, or in the shower, somewhere he’d have never done it before.

  A fingertip slid across her lips and then down her neck, over her collarbone and across her left breast. He circled her nipple until it was bunched tight and throbbing. He seemed fascinated by it, leaning closer as it shrank and tensed. Then his lips closed around it and she moaned low and long and deep. Wet, hot silk. His tongue brushed over the tip and she felt sensation jab at her clit, even if there was no direct connection. She needed things sped up here. She needed to fuck him senseless, not this teasing each other into oblivion.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, twisted a foot around his leg, and toppled them both onto the bed. His lips pulled off her with a pop and the expression of shock and disbelief had her laughing.

  ‘I need you.’ She stared into his eyes, hoping that he’d see her desperation and take her quickly.

  He smiled. ‘Luce … be patient … I’m not going anywhere.’

  As if she could be patient. She reached for him, but he took both her wrists in his hand and pinned them on the mattress above her head. He gave her a wicked grin and returned to feasting on her nipples with his lips and tongue.

  She writhed beneath him, but his body captured her. His leg slid between hers, pinning her even more. She wriggled and squirmed and then found she could move her hips so that her cunt rubbed against his thigh. Effing heaven. While he suckled, bit, licked and nibbled, she writhed and soaked the muscled hairy thigh he’d perfectly placed for her.

  After he’d lavished attention on both breasts, he moved back to her mouth and kissed her as if she was his last meal. She wanted her hands in his hair. She wanted to move his head so she could get her tongue deeper, her kiss harder. She wanted to be on top so she could fill herself with his cock, the hardness of it teasing against her hip. But he wouldn’t let her. He had control. And damn if it didn’t feel good.

  In a break for air, she moved her leg so she had it around his, and she tried to hook it up higher, around his hip and his butt. She hoped she could pull him on top of her, have him fill her, have him take away the ache of longing and need. But his growl stopped her moving.

  ‘I’m the boss this time.’ He grinned. ‘I know you think you’ll hate it, but I promise you’ll enjoy.’

  He didn’t give her a chance to reply, just crushed her mouth beneath his and claimed every scrap of air she’d just sucked in. While she was left gasping, he took each of her hands, threaded his fingers between hers, and pulled their joined arms down her body. As quickly as a frown pulled across her forehead, he shimmied down her body, rubbing his mouth across her stomach. His body slid between her thighs and she gasped.

  ‘No.’

  He looked at her over her pubic mound and his eyes gleamed with mischief and need. ‘Yes.’

  His head dropped and before she could take a full breath, his mouth was on her, opening her, tasting her. His tongue slid right inside her, hard and tight. She gasped. Then without consciously thinking, she opened her thighs wider, and planted her heels on his back. When his tongue flicked, she dug the bottom of her feet into his muscles to offer every bit of encouragement.

  He was ravenous. He ate her far less precisely than he’d eaten breakfast, or lunch, or dinner. He ate her as if he was starved. As if her body was his lifeblood. He didn’t need his hands or fingers, just his mouth. She squirmed beneath his touch, not sure if she was wriggling away or towards him. All the time he held her hands linked with his. Held them while his lips sucked and nipped against her nether lips. While his tongue fucked her hole, hard and softly, deeply and shallowly. Probed and tasted. Wickedly making her want more. When he caught her clit between his lips, sucking on it so softly, she thought she’d break apart with need. His tongue flicked over it. A noise like a wild animal filled her ears.

  She thrust her hips into his face. His mouth captured her clit, held it tightly, then he hummed. The pulse of the sound flooded her. The vibration of the pitch caught her clit and had it pulsing, pounding, tightening, clenching.

  Every muscle in her body pulled tight. A scream ripped from her lungs. Her body throbbed, pulsed and exploded. Her feet dug into solid muscle. Her thighs clenched. She made fists and the resistance of his flesh and bone, as she held tight, grounded her. Dare, who’d always been gentle and polite, could also be wild and commanding. She’d hoped but didn’t know. Not until this moment. Then his lips moved slightly, the pitch of the hum changed, and her clit exploded into song. Every part of her soared.

  Wild, reckless freedom.

  Release.

  But all who fly must fall. She plummeted. Falling faster than she’d flown.

  Lost. Abandoned. Bereft. Reality hit hard.

  Spent, she lay panting. A tiny tear tracked its way from the corner of her eye down to her jaw and dropped free.

  A thumb brushed her skin, as if caring that the tear fell.

  ‘Are you okay?’ Dare’s voice was mellow and gentle, laced with concern.

  She shook her head. ‘Think you killed me.’

  He smiled and his fingers brushed across her stomach, up her breasts, over her collarbones and beneath her jaw. He held her face in both his hands, gently.

  ‘Lucinda Percival, you’d be impossible to kill. But I’d certainly like to try every day.’

  She frowned, trying to make sense of his words, but they were beyond her. She was still trying to find her balance. His words sounded romantic, but she was off in the clouds where everything seemed romantic and sensual.

  She managed to slide her hand onto his hip and work around to clasp his cock. Hard. It needed attention. He closed his hand around her wrist and dragged her hand away.

  ‘Can’t I …?’ She wanted to say more, but words weren’t coming just yet.

  ‘No condom.’

  Oh, right. Of course he wouldn’t try to screw her without protection.

  ‘I do. Somewhere.’ She made herself struggle upright, pushing him away from her as she did. He offered no resistance, which was a good sign.

  Going into the bathroom, she rummaged through her washbag but found none. She came out and opened the wardrobe, tugging down her overnight bag and opened that. Still nothing. ‘Damn it.’ She looked around the room. Where else could they be? She slid open the bedside drawer but nothing there either. Then she stalked back to the wardrobe and pulled down her suitcase. Jackpot. She checked the expiry date.

  Grinning, she threw the box onto the bed. ‘In date, even.’

  He laughed and opened the box, pulling out a condom as she moved back to the bed. Holding her hand out, she silently asked for the condom. He shook his head. ‘Nope. Not this time.’

  She was going to argue, but saw the tight knot at the back of his jaw. Glancing at his throbbing cock, she bit her lips. Yeah, running around the place, naked, bend
ing over to find the condoms, might just have been a little tantalising.

  Climbing onto the bed she kneeled beside him and waited until he’d sheathed himself. Then she straddled his hips. He moved to touch her, but she shook her head. Grasping his cock in one firm fist, she slid the head against her wet slit and rubbed along the length. A low, tense growl, had her moving so they were aligned, then she sank onto his cock.

  Bliss.

  Total effing bliss.

  He filled her. Stretched her. Made her back arch and her hips angle to take him deeper.

  His large hands closed over her breasts. Squeezed them, kneaded them, rubbed her nipples against his palms.

  She rocked. Hips moving back and forth as she slid up and down. So good.

  He bucked beneath her, wanting more. She gave it.

  Then he sat up, curling his arms around her, sucking her breast into his mouth. She arched against his arms and he held her tight. She pushed on her knees, rising off his cock then sinking back down. Deep. Hard. Tight.

  He bit at her nipple. Sucked on her breast. Rubbed his face over both her tits, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. It made her ride him hard. Harder than she’d ridden before. Arching backwards as they thrust against each other, finding a faster rhythm together than either had alone.

  His arms went rigid but still held her. His teeth closed around her breast biting down hard, but not breaking skin. Her insides clenched, grasping his cock tight. Her hips bucked against his. His cock filling her, shuddering inside her, as she grasped tight.

  ‘Fuck.’

  She held on as she shattered. Again. Death came close as blackness enclosed her. Then shooting starbursts gave her hope. The raw lap of a tongue on her nipple made her shudder and starbursts became light. Sunshine. Bathing her.

  Hands soothed against her back. Sliding onto her nape, beneath her hair and along her scalp. Soothing. Soft. Holding her gently. Tenderly. Close.

  Her body was racked with one more burst of shudders. Still he held her.

  She opened her eyes, slowly. Dare’s smoky gaze met hers. Stunned her.

  ‘Hey, Blue Eyes. You okay?’

  She shook her head, but a tiny smile danced across her lips like the beat of butterfly wings.

  ‘I killed you again, huh?’

  She nodded.

  ‘I don’t want to let you go, but I have to get rid of this condom.’

  ‘Oh, right. Yes.’ She jumped off him as if he’d scalded her. His softly delivered words hadn’t meant to make her jump, she worked that out when he frowned and tried to hold her still. But she was scurrying away. Sex, even amazingly fantastic sex, was still just sex. You screwed then went on your way.

  He was gone for all of a minute, but it felt like he’d left for good. She slid under the bedclothes and turned her head into the pillow. She didn’t want to watch him walk out the door.

  He hesitated for just a moment when he came out of the bathroom. His footsteps faltered, then resumed.

  Of course he’d leave her. Walk out in broad daylight when everyone could see. Just like—

  The bedclothes moving weren’t what she expected and she spun around to face him. ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘Coming to catch up on some sleep with you.’ He slid into bed before asking, ‘Is that okay with you?’

  What could she say? ‘Why?’ It was all she could manage.

  ‘Because sleeping with you has been high on my list for a couple of weeks now.’

  He didn’t grin, or frown, or have much expression at all. Which meant she had no idea how to take his comment. ‘Why?’

  ‘You’re one awfully sexy woman. We make spectacular lovers and I’m looking forward to having an amazing relationship with you.’ This time he smiled. There were blue sparkles in the smokiness of his eyes, making his words seem sincere. And they were confident words. He wasn’t asking a question, but stating a fact. A fact he liked very much.

  But that made no sense at all. She’d known him a few weeks. He was here temporarily. This was just sex. ‘A relationship?’

  He nibbled against her lips, just softly, for only a moment, but she was distracted by how great it felt. How great he felt. How wonderful it was to have a discussion after sex.

  ‘You know, that thing where two people like each other, spend time with each other, maybe decide to make a life together.’ He was grinning, but she still didn’t get it. ‘I’d like that with you. Hang out together, be friends, get to know each other more and more while we fuck long and slow, fast and hard, often and everywhere.’

  ‘You swore.’ He’d made an effort to blend in, with her. He’d stayed. He was a generous lover. Her heart swelled to twice the usual size, making the wall she’d built around it develop significant cracks.

  He laughed. His whole body rocked with laughter and he pulled her against him. Tucked her head beneath his chin. ‘Go to sleep, Lucinda Percival. We can talk about this later when you’ve not been killed by your amazing lover, twice.’

  She giggled.

  Effing hell. She hadn’t giggled since … since … the dickhead backpacker she believed she’d loved.

  But that hadn’t been love.

  He hadn’t wanted to protect her, like Dare did.

  He hadn’t worshipped her body, like Dare did.

  And he’d never snuggled her close, like Dare did.

  Effing hell. She was having a relationship. With a man who listened and talked. With a man who didn’t try to push her around. With a man who made her turn to mush.

  In Milpinyani Springs.

  Wiggling so she could get her head closer to his, she whispered, ‘Thank you, Dare Cornish, most amazing lover ever.’ She pressed her lips to his and sighed when his hand splayed against her bottom, pressing her into his semi-hard cock.

  She was falling in love. With a cop. In town. Where the gossips could … go to hell.

  She’d found a slice of heaven.

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