One Sizzling Touch

by Tina Folsom

  She moaned and held onto his hips. She loved his masculine taste and the scent of virile man, which seemed to permeate each cell of her body.

  “Rochelle, you have to stop, please.”

  A soft press against her shoulders caused her to let his cock slip from her mouth. A moment later Zach was already pulling her up and pressing her against his body. With two fingers he tipped her chin up and made her look at him.

  “You have no idea how much you turn me on.” He pressed his lips on hers and kissed her. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you on your knees in front of me.”

  He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, which had already been turned down by housekeeping. He laid her on the crisp sheets and looked at her.

  “But now it’s my turn.”

  His eyes seemed to devour her. She sensed how her nipples hardened into sharp points. Zach seemed to notice it too, because he lowered his gaze to them and stroked his hand over her bra. When he brushed against a hard nipple, she gasped.

  “I have a feeling that I’m going to really enjoy kissing every inch of your body.”

  Provocatively, she opened the front clasp of her bra, exposing her breasts and ridding herself of the garment. “Where would you like to start?”

  He smiled and bent closer. “At the spot where you want me to start.”

  Not a second passed until his lips touched her skin and his mouth closed over one hard peak, imprisoning her nipple.

  5

  Zach couldn’t hold back any longer. Rochelle had sucked him with such abandon—and such skill—that he would have come in her mouth, if he hadn’t insisted that she stop. Now he wanted to drive her to the same point.

  He’d always loved pleasuring women in bed, but with Rochelle he wanted it even more. He wanted to see the hot-blooded brunette surrender in his arms. Only then would he thrust his aching cock into her and fuck her until he collapsed.

  Rochelle twisted in the sheets, while he sucked on one of her hard nipples, enjoying the taste. At the same time he squeezed her other breast, kneaded it, loving how her flesh filled his palm. He loved curvy women, and Rochelle had exactly the kind of figure that turned him on and drove him wild. Wide hips, voluptuous breasts, long legs. Legs that now pulled him into her center so he couldn’t escape her.

  Zach lavished all his attention on her breasts, licking and sucking, playing with her hard nipples, while Rochelle moaned beneath him. He hummed his approval against her damp skin and felt her shudder. Her reaction only spurred him on. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her gestures, her reaction to his caresses were without pretense. Maybe it helped that they didn’t know each other, that they were just two strangers meeting in the night, only meant to share a short path with each other. Maybe it was easier to surrender to a stranger, who didn’t judge and simply accepted what was offered.

  Slowly Zach lifted his head and blew a cool breath of air against one nipple, before inflicting the same torture on the other breast. Then he captured the little bud in his mouth as if to devour it.

  “Oh Zach!” Rochelle moaned. Her voice sounded drunk from lust and was barely recognizable.

  Zach grinned to himself. Soon she would surrender to him and he would feel her let herself go and give into her orgasm. There were few things he loved more. And he wasn’t going to wait any longer for it.

  He released Rochelle’s breasts and slid down her body. Gently he slipped his hands underneath the thin fabric of her panties, before pulling them down her legs and ridding her of her last piece of clothing.

  A relieved sigh rolled over Rochelle’s lips and she spread her legs wider. He moved into the space she’d created for him and lowered his head to her sex. Only a small triangle of dark hair covered her pussy. The rest of it she’d waxed. Tenderly he combed his fingers through the hair and felt the skin beneath it. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, the scent of a beautiful woman.

  “I’m sure you’re delicious,” he said and dove to the glistening folds of her sex, while he laid his hands on her thighs to press them farther apart.

  Deliberately, slowly, he licked along the seam of her sex. Her dew spread on his tongue and the tangy-sweet essence sent a bolt of lust through his core. Immediately he wanted more and continued licking over the pink folds that were now covered with her arousal.

  Rochelle moaned and lifted her hips, but Zach pressed her back into the sheets. “Patience.”

  On his next lick he remained at the spot where her clit was hiding underneath a tiny hood and gently pressed against it with his tongue.

  “Oh, Zach, yes! Right there.”

  Even without her words, he would have known that he’d found the right spot, because her hips pressed up against him with an insistence that made pride swell in his chest. He didn’t have to be told twice and used his fingers to get better access to her most intimate place.

  Eager to heighten Rochelle’s pleasure, he caressed the tiny bundle of nerves with his tongue. First gently, with little pressure, but the more Rochelle’s lusty moans filled the room, the more daring he became. Beneath his tongue he could feel how her clit swelled. At the same time her body seemed to heat. Tiny pearls of sweat formed on her skin and shimmered in the glow of the bedside lamps.

  Rochelle’s breathing became erratic and the tempo with which she now moved her hips increased. Without letting go of her center of pleasure, he lifted his eyes to look at her. Her chest heaved and her voluptuous breasts bounced up and down and from side to side. He loved the sight of it. He needed to feel those breasts in his palms while he licked her.

  Zach reached up and took both breasts into his hands, while he pulled her clit into his mouth and pressed his lips together.

  “Zach! Yes!”

  He accepted her words with male satisfaction and began to knead Rochelle’s breasts. How he loved the soft yet firm flesh, particularly when it was as responsive as Rochelle’s. Her nipples rubbed against his palms, and she pressed both her breasts toward him so he could squeeze them even harder.

  He could barely hold on now. His cock was rock hard and he sensed the dew that was leaking from its tip. Soon he’d come and it wouldn’t even matter if he was inside of Rochelle at that point or not, because he wouldn’t be able to hold back his orgasm for much longer.

  He doubled his efforts and licked her with more pressure and determination. Immediately he felt her body tense.

  “Yes, yes!” she cried out.

  Once again, Zach pulled her clit into his mouth and pressed his lips together. Beneath him, Rochelle shuddered and a moment later, he felt the waves of her orgasm crash against his lips. Relief filled him and he stilled his movements to let her ride out her climax. When Rochelle relaxed back into the sheets, Zach lifted himself up and looked around.

  He found the package with the condoms and ripped it open impatiently, pulled one of them out and rolled it onto his cock. Then he looked back at Rochelle, who looked at him with lust-filled eyes. The sight robbed him of his breath. She looked as tantalizing as sin itself. If he had to look at her while making love to her, he’d come in five seconds flat. So he had no choice but to reach for her ankles.

  “On your hands and knees,” he ordered and flipped her around.

  Rochelle followed his order without protest and braced herself on hands and knees. He took her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Standing behind her, he positioned himself at her center and plunged forward into her moist channel until he was seated to the hilt. Her muscles clamped around him like a vice and, by God, how he loved that. His balls slapped against her flesh and the contact sent a lightning bolt through his body.

  “Fuck, Rochelle!”

  He couldn’t utter any other words, because his cock had already taken control over his body and now fucked her in a relentless rhythm. Wild and unbridled he took her so hard that he was surprised that she didn’t complain. Instead, she pushed her ass back at him, whenever he thrust his cock
forward. It only increased his pleasure and drove his desire and passion ever higher.

  “Damn, you’re hot!” he told her, when he managed to find his voice again.

  Even though he tried to delay his climax, he didn’t succeed. To plunge into Rochelle’s body and to be welcomed there was too much. Next time he would have to try to last longer, but this time he had to give into the demands of his body and succumb to his orgasm.

  “I’m coming!” he cried out and felt his semen shoot through his shaft and explode from the tip.

  A few more hard thrusts and he collapsed, breathing heavily.

  ~ ~ ~

  Rochelle stirred in the warm sheets and sighed. Never before had she spent such an amazing night with a stranger. Zach had turned out to be an extraordinarily sensitive lover. Tender and wild at the same time, as well as passionate and caring. He’d always taken care of her, always made sure she found her pleasure first, before he allowed himself to take his. They’d emptied the box of condoms. After Zach had taken her hard the first time, he’d made love to her gently and tenderly the second time and looked into her eyes the entire time. As if it really meant something to him. She’d appreciated it greatly. She’d felt loved like a woman who had everything she could ever wish for in life.

  She sighed and turned to snuggle up to him, but the bed was empty. Her eyes flew open.

  She found Zach standing next to the bed, wearing his business suit again. Instinctively she pulled the duvet over her naked torso, because now that he was dressed again, she felt bare in comparison.

  Zach sat on the edge of the bed and took the blanket from her hand. Slowly he pushed it down to her waist and raked a long look over her. “You’re beautiful. You should never have to cover yourself.”

  He bent over her and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “I had a wonderful time.” He hesitated. “May I have your phone number?”

  Surprised, she leaned on her elbows. Did he mean that? Did he really want to see her again? No, he probably only asked so she wouldn’t feel bad.

  With a sigh, she shook her head. “We both know that you won’t call me. Let’s not destroy the memories of this night. I don’t want to have to wait for a call that will never come. You understand that, don’t you?” After all, Zach had been sensitive about everything else, too.

  She noticed how Zach’s lids lowered a fraction, hiding his blue eyes, while he dropped his head.

  “Well then. You’re probably right. My life is complicated right now. I can’t drag a woman into my problems.” He paused. “If you want to, you can stay till tomorrow morning and order breakfast. Everything is already paid with my credit card. The front desk is aware.” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek. “You were exactly what I needed tonight. Thank you.”

  Rochelle forced a smile onto her lips. She would have loved to believe that tonight wouldn’t remain the only night between them, but she wasn’t a naive country bumpkin. She knew the rules. No real relationship had ever come out of a one-night stand. And Zach had already admitted that at the moment she didn’t fit into his life, and he didn’t fit into hers. She had enough problems with her boss and her brother. Those wouldn’t disappear into thin air just because she started something with Zach. She’d already gotten more tonight than she’d expected: a passionate interlude from which she could draw until her life was more normal again and she could set out to find a man who was right for her.

  She gently stroked her fingertips over his cheek and sat up. “I’ll remember this night for a long time. I needed you. Thank you for being here for me.”

  A twinge of melancholy rose in her, but she pushed the feeling back. She didn’t want to be sad. She had to be realistic.

  “A last kiss between strangers?” Zach asked with a smile.

  “But we’re not strangers anymore.” She moved her face close to his. “I know you now.” She brushed her lips to his and felt him inhale.

  “And I know you.” His mouth captured hers and one last time they melted into the dance of two lovers who didn’t want to part, but knew that it was inevitable.

  6

  Zach gazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office down to the street below where people were on their way to work and cars sat in morning rush hour traffic. He’d slept only a few hours. Nevertheless, he wasn’t exhausted. The time he’d spent with Rochelle had invigorated him. This morning he felt as if he could take on the world—or in any case the SEC agent.

  Only one thing he regretted: not having insisted on Rochelle giving him her phone number. Upon her refusal he’d hesitated and wondered if he really wouldn’t have called her. He’d missed his chance, because when he’d woken in his bed, alone, he’d realized that Rochelle had been wrong. He wouldn’t have made her wait for a call, because he wanted to see her again. He needed a woman like Rochelle in his life, a woman full of life and passion. A woman who made him feel carefree and reminded him that money couldn’t buy happiness.

  The phone on his desk rang. Zach turned away from the window and took a deep breath, before walking to his desk and lifting the receiver.

  “Yes?”

  “Mr. Ivers, an agent from the Securities and Exchange Commission is here to see you. A Miss Wright. She insists on seeing you, even though she’s not on your calendar,” Jessica Talbot, his assistant announced.

  “Miss Wright?” he asked. The SEC’s bloodhound was a woman?

  “Yes, sir. Do you want me to schedule an appointment for her for another time? Your calendar is quite packed this morning—”

  “It’s fine, Jessica,” he interrupted. “Send her in.” He put down the receiver.

  He was prepared to face the agent. It didn’t matter that the SEC had sent a woman. He wouldn’t treat her any differently than a male agent. Taking a deep breath, he remained standing behind his desk and watched as Jessica pushed the door open and then stepped aside.

  “Miss Wright, sir,” she announced.

  When the female agent appeared in the door frame and stepped into the office, Zach froze.

  “Mr. Ivers, on behalf of the Securities and Exchange Commission, I’m here to investigate you for insider trad—”

  As if paralyzed, Miss Wright stopped in her tracks and left her sentence hanging in midair.

  Zach didn’t want to believe his eyes and blinked. But the scene in front of him didn’t change. The woman standing just inside his office was none other than the passionate Rochelle from the night before.

  “May I bring coffee or tea, sir?” Jessica asked into the silence.

  Zach ran his eyes over Rochelle. She wore a conservative gray skirt and matching jacket with a pink blouse. In her hand, she held a briefcase. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun, but that didn’t change the fact that she was the woman he’d been with last night. The woman with whom he’d practically set the sheets on fire, so hot had their lovemaking been.

  “Sir?” Jessica repeated, while her gaze darted back and forth between him and Rochelle. “Coffee?”

  He ripped his eyes from Rochelle and forced a nonchalant smile onto his lips. “Thank you, Jessica, coffee sounds great.” Then he looked back at Rochelle, whose facial expression was frozen in apparent shock.

  That little bitch! She’d come on to him last night in order to rattle him and most likely also to get information from him, which would help her with her case against him. Did she really think he’d give away any secrets just because she’d slept with him?

  “And Jessica,” he added when his assistant had already turned to leave. “Why don’t you have the coffee shop from the first floor send up some pastries? I’m sure Miss Wright won’t mind a fortifying snack.”

  After all, last night she’d burned a hell of a lot of calories.

  “I’ve already had breakfast, thanks,” Rochelle bit out.

  Probably on his dime.

  He hadn’t missed the outraged tone in her voice. What did she have to be outraged about? She’d been the one who’d come onto him. If she thought
he’d give in this easily, she had it coming.

  “But Miss Wright, the pastries in our little cafe are better than in any hotel in the city. You should try them. I’m sure you love to taste new things from time to time.”

  Yeah, like his cock for example. She’d devoured that like a delicious lollipop.

  “I’ll bring a selection,” Jessica said quickly and pulled the door shut behind her.

  Had she noticed the tension between him and Rochelle? Even if she had, right now, he didn’t care.

  He tossed Rochelle an assessing look. “Well, isn’t this interesting? An SEC agent. What a coincidence that you ended up in my local bar,” he said with a great dose of sarcasm and walked around his desk. “What did you have planned? Seduce me so that I’ll part with confidential information that you can then—”

  “That’s outrageous!” she interrupted, and set her briefcase on the floor.

  “Are you denying that you came on to me in the Fountain Bar?” Like an injured tiger, he approached her.

  “I came on to you? Look who’s calling the kettle black! I did nothing of the sort,” she huffed and braced her hands on her hips, an action that pushed her breasts out even more prominently. Damn, even now this woman looked so fucking tempting. “You were the one who suggested a hotel.”

  “Only after you rejected my invitation to dinner, because you obviously preferred to suck my cock instead.” At the recollection of how she’d used him, rage boiled up. And he’d actually thought he wanted to see her again. What an idiot he’d been. She was just like all the other women who tried to seduce him, once they knew who he was. Only Rochelle apparently wasn’t after his money, but after confidential information.

  Rochelle’s chin dropped and she glared at him. “You, you—”