She pulled back, meeting my eyes. “What did you write?”
Brushing a loose hair from her face, I kissed her head and whispered, “Just my phone number, and how much I would miss the taste of you.”
Her body leaned into me. “I didn’t know. So have you missed tasting me?”
“What do you think?” Before I could stop myself my lips were on hers, my tongue in her mouth, my teeth lightly tugging on her bottom lip.
“I’ve missed you,” she murmured against my lips.
“So, can I buy you that drink? I’d like to try to charm the pants off you,” I asked breathlessly.
She shook her head, and leaned in closer. Her firm body was pressed so tightly against mine that I could feel her heart beating against my ribs as her lips brushed my cheek. “You don’t need to buy me a drink to get my pants off. Just take me home.”
Chapter 11
Toni
GRABBING HARLEY’S hand, I led him towards the door of the bar. On the way past I caught Casey’s eye. She’d been watching us, and gave me a not-so-subtle fist-pump in acknowledgment.
We ran across the road to the hospital, but at the last minute I decided to make a detour to North Ward to get my sketch from the corkboard. We bustled onto the ward, trying unsuccessfully to keep our hands off each other.
“I see you found her,” Rachel, the duty nurse, said with a sly smirk to Harley as I went to the board and took down the picture.
Sure enough, on the back was Harley’s phone number, and the little note that would have cost me my job if anyone had seen.
“Told you,” Harley said, grinning as I folded it up and stuffed it in my purse. “So, where to now, baby?”
“This way.”
I led Harley back down to the foyer, then over to a second elevator that led to the nurse’s dorm.
As soon as we pushed through the dorm-room door, Harley was in front of me. My back hit the wall as he towered over me, his hands running up my thighs lifting my dress.
“Fuck I’ve missed you,” he growled, before his lips were on mine.
His hands grabbed my ass, lifting me until my legs were wrapped around his lower back. I could feel his hard-on pushing into me and I wriggled my hips, rubbing against it.
“I’ve dreamed about doing this,” he panted. “Fucking you like this.” He pulled back, taking a moment to calm his breathing. “But now, I just want to take my time. I want to explore every inch of you.” He kissed me more slowly, more passionately. “I want you to be so worked up, you beg me to fuck you.”
I was almost there already; the ache in my body his words alone were invoking had my heart pounding for what was to come.
“I want you now, Harley. I want you inside me.”
He gave me a crooked, sexy smile. “Not yet, baby.”
I looked up into his eyes, the black of his pupils making them dark and wild as they studied my face.
Leaning down, he kissed me softly, his tongue stud brushing against my lips, making my mouth open wider for him.
Harley moved his kisses across my cheek to my ear, where he tugged languidly on my earlobe before continuing down my neck. My head tilted back against the wall and I sighed.
“Come over to the bed,” he whispered.
He led me over to it and I kicked off my shoes, making our height difference more noticeable.
“I never realised you were so tall,” I said sliding my hands up over his broad chest, “or so big.”
“Six-foot three,” he mumbled as he lowered me onto the bed.
Soft kisses trailed down my neck to my chest where he nuzzled his face in my cleavage. “You smell so good.” His teeth grazed against my nipple through the fabric of my dress. “You always smell so good.”
Running my hands into his hair, I pulled his head down harder. He took the hint, pulling my dress and bra away from my breast and sucking harder on my pebbled nipple, as I pushed my chest up into his mouth.
“You like that,” he murmured against my breast. He licked my nipple. “You like it hard.” He clamped down, sucking me into his mouth and flicking his tongue stud against me.
I groaned at the sensation that was so close to pain but still so pleasurable.
His hand ran up my thigh again, grasping the flesh of my hip and kneading it. He found the side of my panties and edged his fingers inside, brushing against my core.
“You’re so wet, Toni,” he sighed.
My hand ran down the front of his jeans. “You’re so hard.”
He smiled against my lips. “I’m always hard when I’m near you. Fuck, the things you do to me, Toni…my only thought while I was away was when I could see you again, when I could feel you again.”
My legs opened wider as Harley’s palm rubbed against my wetness. His fingers slowly ran up to my clit then slid back down, his fingertips entering me, circling my entrance.
I pushed up against his hand, trying to get deeper. His fingers filled me, giving me a taste of what I had missed so much before pulling out and circling my clit again.
There were too many clothes between us; I needed to feel his skin against mine. I pulled at the buttons on his shirt until it was open. The muscles in his chest and abdomen were more clearly defined; he must have been working out while he was away. I had to touch them and trace the peaks and troughs. He sighed as my fingertips ran down to his jeans before flicking the button undone and unzipping. Sliding my hand inside his boxers, I stroked up the length of him, spreading the pre-cum over his smooth velvety head.
A groan built in his throat and he trembled. “Take this off,” he said, pulling at the hem of my dress.
I shimmied out of it and threw it on the floor, leaving just a red bra and panties.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as his lips met mine again. His kisses skimmed down my neck to my chest, then continued down my stomach, pausing only for a moment to kick off his jeans and boxers, and slide off his shirt.
Sitting back on his heels, he positioned himself between my legs, peeling back my panties and sliding them off. His hands ran up my thighs, pushing them apart. My breathing was so ragged; I couldn’t move, totally fixated on Harley and what he was going to do next.
His thumb ran up my centre and massaged my clit, the whole time his eyes never leaving mine.
My lips parted; I could feel my heart racing. I moved my hips in time with the motion of his hand caressing me.
“Do you like that, Toni?” he asked, rubbing my wetness over my sensitive flesh.
I nodded, with eyes still locked to his.
“What about this?” His fingers plunged inside me, making me gasp.
My back arched “Yes,” I panted.
He smiled, sliding his fingers in and out, in and out. I wanted to touch him; I could see how thick and hard he was, but I couldn’t reach from where he was positioned.
“Let me touch you,” I pleaded.
He grinned and shook his head. “This is about you, baby.” As one hand gripped my hip, controlling my movement, the other hand worked skilfully on my pussy, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Leaning forward over me, he kissed my lips softly then pulled away slightly. I reached up, holding the back of his head, pulling him back down to my face. I wanted to be kissed, but he was teasing me. He sucked on my bottom lip then sat back up.
A soft moan escaped me, but my need to be kissed was pushed aside as his lips trailed back down my body before he lay between my thighs.
I could feel his warm breath igniting my skin, but he didn’t touch me. My body was trembling in anticipation, but still he just blew gently against me.
“Lick me, please,” I whimpered.
His tongue took one swipe over me, then he stopped again. I groaned, and reminded myself to breathe. I was totally at his mercy.
My hand reached down. Finding his head, I tried to pull him towards me. I felt the tip of his tongue flick against my clit, and I thought I would explode. His hands gripped my thighs, pushed them wi
de open so I was totally exposed.
“Ah God, Harley, don’t tease me.”
My body was writhing even though he wasn’t touching me.
“Harley,” I breathed.
With the slightest movement of his head, his mouth was on me. His tongue lapped at my wetness, his lips sucked on my swollen clit. I pushed up into his face, and he hooked his arms around my thighs and pulled me closer. My hips moved in rhythm with his motion as I unashamedly rode his face, his own animalistic noises spurring me on.
I wanted to come, I was so close, but he pulled back and just lightly blew on my heated flesh again.
“You can’t come yet,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
Through half-closed eyes I looked down at him. He was watching my face. My breathing was out of control, and I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. He was driving me crazy.
I tilted my head forward and looked at him pleadingly. He smiled seductively before taking my sensitive nub in his mouth and rolling it in his lips. Every nerve ending was alight as my body bucked up off the bed. He circled his fingers in my entrance again, then drove them inside me as far as they could go.
My hands fisted the sheet beside my hips as my head tilted back. He pulled his fingers out, making me moan at the feeling of emptiness, before his tongue replaced them.
I was so close. Just a few seconds more.
Then his mouth moved to my hip bone.
“Harley,” I whimpered. “Please, baby.”
He licked up my abdomen to my stomach. He sucked hard on one erect nipple until the weight of his body was on top of me.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I tried to pull him to me. My hands fisted in his hair and I kissed him frantically on the lips. This time, he returned my kiss with as much intensity. His tongue danced with my own as one hand tangled in my hair. I could feel him hard against my thigh, and I repositioned myself under him until he was pressed against my entrance.
He pulled back from my lips, his breathing erratic. With the slightest movement of his hips, the tip of his rigid cock pushed into my pussy. From the look in his eye, I could see it was taking all his willpower not to keep going.
I lifted my hips, my legs still wrapped around him, and tried to push his ass down with my hands.
Finally realising what he wanted to hear, I held his gaze. “Fuck me, Harley. I need you inside me, please.”
He exhaled, nodded once, then plunged into me.
“Oh, God,” I breathed as he filled me completely. My legs gripped around him and one of his hands reached down to grab my knee, lifting it higher until my leg was hooked over his shoulder. His breath on my neck was laboured as he thrust into me over and over, the angle burying him as deep as he could go.
My nails raked across his back and he grunted, increasing his efforts.
He released my leg and sat back on his heels, lifting my hips from the bed. As he held my hips in place, his fingers dug into me and our eyes locked. His lips were parted, his breathing shallow, but his eyes never left mine as he continued driving into me harder and harder.
My breasts were bouncing with every thrust, and I grabbed them to cease the motion.
“Don’t hold them,” he panted with a half-smile. “I like to watch them bounce.”
He took my hands and leaned forward, holding them above my head. His kiss was breathless, but my body ached for it as I tried to meet his lips halfway.
“Are you close?” he asked between kisses.
“Yes,” I sighed.
I left my hands over my head, bracing myself against the headboard as Harley sat back up again and continued pounding into me. Every muscle in my body was coiling like a spring before the release, as my orgasm pulsed through me.
“Ah, fuck,” Harley grunted as my pussy gripped tight around his cock. His stomach muscles tensed and his body jerked, his hot cum shooting into me.
I couldn’t catch my breath, and neither could he. His hand went to his forehead, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Then he looked down at me and smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that since you walked into my room all those weeks ago.”
He stretched out beside me, pulling me into his strong arms.
“So, can we do it again?” I asked playfully.
He brushed my damp hair from my face, kissing me softly on the forehead. “Give me about fifteen minutes.”
Snuggling in, I took a sneaky look at the clock beside the bed. “Okay, only next time, I’m teasing you.”
~ THE END ~
About the author
Lisa Edward is the author of the Songbird Trilogy.
While Lisa has called Melbourne Australia home for her entire life, she has lived and worked in England, and travelled through most parts of Europe and the United States. She loves nothing more than spending time with her husband and beautiful daughter, or curling up into the early hours of the morning with a great novel. By day, Lisa works in the analytical IT field, so relishes the opportunity to foster her creative side through writing. Her deep appreciation for literature was nurtured from a young age, being taught to respect books and get lost in their stories. She enjoys reading honest and realistic novels that are relatable, thought provoking and leave a lasting impression. She can’t write without music playing, using the emotions from different songs to invoke those of her characters. Lisa takes inspiration from her own life experiences, the people around her and those she has met in her travels.
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Burning Desire
By
Vicki Green
Prologue
Born as Parker Hadley Wright, I’ve been lucky having a good life, a happy childhood, great parents, and a successful career. I am wealthy beyond reason and have a wonderful wife, and the happiest of marriages. I’ve had no regrets until Trisha became ill with cancer. She is now bedridden and I’ve watched her while she is in agony. Once it was discovered she only had possibly three months to live, if we’re lucky, the decision was made to take her home, hire a live in nurse and let her die in the comfort of our home where she’s spent her days in happiness.
While spending countless hours with her at the hospital, my eyes kept watch on a young nurse’s aide in training. She was in her late teens, early twenties, with beautiful brown hair highlighted in soft red and brown eyes. She has full lips, a slender body and ample breasts that show magnificently in her low cut scrub shirt. My heart would race every time I would see her, her mind always occupied with her work paying me no attention. However, that didn’t stop me from envisioning her pressed against a wall, and her hands in mine raised over her head. Her breasts pushing out as her back arches in pleasure and her leg around my waist as I suck on the soft and delicate skin of her neck.
Being thirty five and married with a dying wife to care for, my mind tells me I shouldn’t want her, crave her but my body wants her, badly. Trisha always said if anything happened to her, she wanted me to be happy, not to be lonely, to live the rest of my life happily, and to find another love. I never thought I could, or even wanted to find someone that could make me as happy as her, until I saw Riley Morris. Once we were informed of the cancer’s progression and short time Trisha had left, plans were put into motion to take her home, and I immediately went to the head of the hospital board to acquire hiring Riley as our live in nurse, providing the list of opportunities that would help in her nurse’s aide training for her career. They were skeptical at first, until they saw the amount o
f financial aid I would be gifting benefitting their hospital. Sly, perhaps, underhanded, maybe, but I’d do anything to get Riley into my house, to show her just how much she needs me, how much she will desire me and how much I desire her. Besides, they’ve assured me, in writing, Riley’s friend and longtime nurse will be able to help with anything she needs to help her while she’s with us.
My plan; Riley’s hired to tend to Trisha, to take care of all her needs. The staff will only know it as that as I must be careful, and mindful of my reputation. I must be cautious, patient and almost devious when I finally show Riley my desire for her, and I will show her my desire. Money cannot buy you love or happiness, but sometimes it can help you obtain the things needed to get you there.
Chapter One
It’s a cold and rainy day when I exit the limousine in front of the mansion. I can’t imagine what possessed this person to hire me, an eighteen year old nurse’s aide in training, to live in a mansion and tend to a dying woman with cancer. I’ve only completed six months of training at the hospital, even though I was the top graduate of my class in college and nursing school and am very concerned about being here. They assured me that I would be great, and I could reach out to my friend Lauren, who’s been a nurse for the last twelve years, but I’m still nervous. So, these people are rich, they obviously get what they want, doesn’t mean I’m the right person for the job.
I’m startled when the front double doors open, a tall, skinny man in a suit exits and walks straight towards me. Stooping, I pick up my small suitcase, heading towards him. He’s an older man, maybe in his fifties, with no expression on his starting to wrinkle face, and he seems uptight. Without a word, he takes my suitcase from my hand, turns and walks back to the doors, leaving me standing there in confusion. “Come on, miss. We can’t leave him waiting.” Ok, he’s pretty creepy. My feet begin to walk before my mind tells them not to and before I know it, I’m standing in a huge foyer, with a massive crystal chandelier hanging over a fine oak topped large table with the biggest arrangement of fresh flowers in a crystal vase in the center. I can’t help but look around the room, seeing the marble floors, spotlights in the high ceiling shining down on them. The stunning staircases on either side with the same marble flooring and red velvet love seats against the walls of each in between them, suddenly feeling very underdressed. My mouth closes when I jump at his voice again. “This way, miss. He’s waiting for you.” He’s so freaking cryptic. What the hell?
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