“No. Yes.” He paused with a groan. “Seeing you now leaves nothing to the imagination. But seeing you naked...” He let out a shaky breath. “Jesus, I’m only human.”
“And I’m a damsel in distress. Just help me with my dress. I promise not to molest you.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t even be here.”
“I invited you.”
“I know,” he groaned again. “And I know you think you know what you’re doing. But I don’t think you really do.”
“I didn’t drink that much. Besides, the water pretty much sobered me up.”
“That isn’t what I’m talking about.” He swore and narrowed his eyes. “Why are you licking your lips?”
“How about a kiss?”
“How about not?”
“Just one. Then I promise to leave you alone. I’ll go back to Seattle and you can stay here in your little paradise.”
He hardened his jaw as he pondered his decision. “One kiss? That’s it?”
She lifted her left hand.
“Other hand.”
Smiling, she lowered her left and lifted her right. “I swear.”
“Then you’ll let me leave?”
Oh yeah. Like he was such a prisoner in her room. “Then you can leave.”
Before he could find another reason he shouldn’t be in her room, she stepped into his arms and immediately went for his lips. It started out as a goodnight peck but soon grew into so much more. The inferno that erupted from their contact made the air in the room crackle.
Charis dug under his shirt and ran her fingers along the hard muscles of his chest. When she brushed her thumb across his nipple, he hissed in a sharp breath. Loving the reaction, she did it again.
He pulled back and grabbed her hand, locking his gaze with hers. His breathing grew labored, and the storm brewing in his eyes had her liquefying from the inside out, coating her entrance for his touch, his possession. The tension thickening between them sparked with erotic energy.
She loved the way her body responded to him. The pulse of energy throbbing between her legs, making her clit ache for contact, held her focus. The regrets of her recklessness would seep into her brain come morning. She might as well make the best of it now.
The way he looked at her just then gave her all the permission she needed. She didn’t need her glasses to see the need, the hunger, the lust. She caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. With the fingers of her other hand, now that he loosened his grip enough for her to break free, she traced his lips, his jaw. His breathing grew ragged.
“You don’t play fair,” he rasped.
“Who’s playing?”
“This is a bad idea.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s a great idea.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not? I’ll be gone in the morning. You’ll never have to see me again.”
“That’s why we shouldn’t—” His breath caught when she nipped at his chin.
“I’ll even tell TREX I never found you.”
“They—” He sucked in sharply when she latched on to a lobe with her teeth. “They probably traced you.”
She pulled back and gave him her most flirtatious wink and a smile. “Would you like to trace me, David?”
“Charis,” he choked out, more of a plea than a protest. She nuzzled his neck and kissed, licked. He let out a moan.
“For once, just forget about what’s right. Go for what you want. You were an agent for all those years, doing the right thing. Don’t you want to just say what the fu—?”
He thrust her to him and smashed his lips over hers, cutting her off. If she thought she had control, this kiss definitely showed her how wrong she was. His tongue traced along her lips before diving into her mouth and finding its mate. They kissed so long, so hard and passionate, by the time they came up for air, she swayed.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“You like that? Do you really want me to trace you, Charis? Because once we cross that line, there’s no going back.”
She allowed her head to fall back, her neck completely exposed to him. “More than anything.”
He covered a breast with his hand before brushing over her painfully hard nipple with the pad of his thumb. She’d ached for him to touch her like this for over a year. He gave her nipple a little pinch and her knees almost gave out.
He held her against him, keeping her back arched to still have perfect access to her breast. Could a woman actually come from having a man play with her nipples? Through the fabric, he scraped, he teased. He had her close to climaxing already. He nibbled on her neck, her lobes, her jaw. Every part of her caught fire. Wherever his lips touched sparked another flame that had blistering heat drenching her.
He tugged at her dress. It didn’t move for him either. Figures. She’d finally get a chance to do something she’d never do again, and the damn dress wouldn’t cooperate. He tugged with a little more force. Still nothing. He stepped back and eyed the barrier. “You weren’t kidding. This thing is on you like skin.”
Her heart slowed with regret. She was about to give up when he did something she would have never expected. Grabbing her dress at the hem, he ripped it right up the front. Her breasts popped out, happy to be free of the restraint. Her torso fully exposed, scars and all, had her uneasy and she attempted to cover herself up. He pulled her hands back and offered her a lustful grin. “My God, you are everything.”
Everything? What did that even mean? Even though she didn’t know, she sure did like the sound of it. Love is real. You are everything. Nobody talked like that anymore. She let the dress slip to the floor behind her.
Before she could protest at him ruining a four hundred dollar dress, his mouth found hers again, and she forgot how to speak. His touch sent her skin humming, her body tingling with pleasure. Just the way this man wanted her, touched her, sent her senses into a whirlwind. His warm mouth enclosed an exposed nipple and Charis whimpered, the wet heat from his lips sending a fresh set of shivers rippling across her skin. Dear God, he had a way with his mouth. He flicked his tongue against the hard bud, causing her coil of tension to increase. A yearning stirred in her womb.
David nibbled her nipple, scraping it with his teeth. She’d never felt anything like it. Her knees wobbled. He held her steady and continued to devour her breast like a starving man. He licked at her flesh, driving her to the edge of her sanity.
The heat centered deep in her belly. The rush of blood coursed through her veins, the frenzy to feel his large cock inside her so great she could barely breathe. She needed friction, deep and powerful, and she needed it now.
She tugged at his shirt. The buttons would not cooperate. Her hands shook in anticipation by the time she opened the last button to reveal his massive chest. She wanted to feel that hard torso press up against hers. When he pulled her to him, kissing her with unbridled hunger, she melted. The way his coarse hairs tickled her bare breasts nearly had her there.
The shorts were on her side, at least. With a quick yank of the string holding them up, they slid to the floor, revealing David Snyder in all his glory. His large erection jerked slightly, and her labia jerked in response, tightening her walls.
Licking her lips, she hummed in the back of her throat. “Is that for me?”
He pulled her to him, tracing the vee between her breasts with his lips before finding his place on the one still aching for his touch. She dug into the hair on his chest and threw her head back, moaning.
The end of his engorged cock pressed against the folds of her saturated pussy, sending shivers washing through her body. It wouldn’t take him much effort to slide right in. She wanted him inside her and adjusted so she opened herself up to him.
He moved his hips forward, the movement enough to push the head of his dick into her. Her walls spasmed to pull him in further. The sensations rippling through her body made it hard to breathe. He pushed his hips
ever so slightly, inching his way in. The slow tease had her crying out.
Another inch in as he eased into her slippery heat. She was so full, so unbelievably stimulated it wouldn’t take much to make her come right there without so much as a single thrust.
David licked and teased her nipples until they were painfully hard and swollen. The waves built inside her, deep in her core. Every kiss, every lick brought her closer and closer to climax. He didn’t enter her all the way, which was a blessing and a curse. He then withdrew and reached down. Parting her lips with a finger, he traced along the edges, teasing her, tempting her. If he so much as brushed against her clit, she’d come right there in his arms.
He did, and she did. He flicked the stimulated bundle of nerve endings and she screamed.
The orgasm almost dropped to her knees. She clamped down on his shoulders and rode the waves as he continued to tease her clit. Just when she thought she had herself back under control, he squeezed her swollen bundle of nerve endings and her orgasm returned with a vengeance. This time she did lose all control of her legs. He caught her and pulled her into his arms, whispering words that kept her writhing, her climax attacking her until she was sure she’d pass out. Her heart slammed into her chest, and she held onto him for dear life.
He leaned over and kissed her. She wanted him to take her to the bed. Another orgasm like that on her feet and she really would collapse to the floor in a puddle of uselessness.
“Charis, are you sure you know what you’re doing? You are absolutely sure you want this to happen?”
“It’s a little late for questions, David. You’re inside me.”
He kissed the tip of her nose as he rocked his hips, slowly sinking his flesh into hers before withdrawing completely. “That was just the preview. The main event is so much more.”
She took his hand to lead him to the bedroom. Not really knowing how to take control of a situation like this, she decided her best bet was to not think at all. She over-analyzed everything anyway.
She kissed him with the unabashed want that had been building deep inside. His hands took their rightful place on her body, and together they crashed down on the bed. He leaned over her and touched her gently, his hands leaving licks of flame wherever they brushed.
He tracked her side, flattening out his hand at her hip. With his fingers barely caressing her, he tickled a trail down the outside of her thigh and up the inside. His thumb scraped against her curls, forcing a quiver from her. She moaned into his mouth.
Sliding his hand up, he slipped his fingers between her folds, spreading her juices. He moved away from her mouth and traced his tongue around her nipple, pulling it into a hard, painful little bud. The coil of tension seizing her nerve endings grew tighter. “Is this how you wanted me to trace you?”
“For starters,” she purred. “Now the other. Please!” He tortured her with slow, agonizing foreplay. He drank lazily of her other breast, his tongue flicking and circling the swollen flesh until she wanted him inside her so bad she was about to roll him over and mount him. “David, not to rush you or anything...”
“Do you have another hot date?”
Oh God, no. But she couldn’t stand the wait any longer. “I need you!”
“You’ll get me,” he answered and continued to devour her inch-by-inch. He traced the inside of her lips with his fingers back and forth, back and forth. Only when she trembled uncontrollably did he dip his finger inside her slippery heat. He withdrew and teased her by gliding his finger up to her clit, caressing the little bundle of nerves in slow, lazy circles. “Do you like that?”
She panted. Whimpering, unable to stand the way the tautness enveloping her body had her ready to break, she pleaded. “I need more.”
Nuzzling her neck, he danced his tongue across her flesh the way she wanted it to dance with her clit. He inserted two fingers into her moist channel. Her body clenched, the walls of her channel fisting to pull him in further. “Oh God, David. I want more.”
“We’ve got all night, Angel. No need to rush it.”
Her entire body convulsed with sensitivity. He had her so close to coming right now. All night? She’d be dead in five minutes if he kept up this torture. “David! I’m not going to last.”
In one fluid movement he swept her under him and thrust deep, slipping beyond her entrance and burying his engorged cock all the way into her wet folds completely. It stretched her, completed her. Her womb contracted, shuddered and tightened as the tension took her to the brink of sanity.
He withdrew and reentered her, this time sliding in so slow, so painfully measured she bucked wildly beneath him from the erotic torture. When he rocked up against her desperate clit, the tension broke in a blast of light, shattering her as she came. She cried out over and over as the orgasm took her to a height of pleasure she’d never experienced. David grabbed her knees and parted them to open her for deeper penetration. He thrust into her, grinding his hips to give her the exact friction she needed to keep her orgasm at its peak.
By the time she came back to earth, her throat hurt. He moved at a more deliberate pace, his swollen cock plunging in and out, stimulating nerves she didn’t know she had. As the wave within her started to build once again, she whimpered in anticipation. The sexual coil intertwined inside her.
He drove harder, faster. He stroked her swollen clit with his thumb. She cried out as she came, the orgasm taking her away in another soul shattering, blinding explosion. Choking on a strangled sob, she cried out his name.
With a final thrust, he stiffened, giving in to the sweet surrender of his own orgasm. He spilled his seed deep inside her, completely filling her. Her muscles spasmed and contorted, milking his life out of him. He shouted and continued to grind his hips. She dug her heels into his thighs and did everything she could to maximize his orgasm as he had done for her over and over. After several minutes of them both riding their waves of unrestrained passion, they collapsed into each other’s arms.
“Wow,” she panted.
“You can say that again,” he rasped and kissed her soundly. “And that was only the first round.”
EIGHT
How funny they hadn’t even started to look for him. He’d left them so many hints. Would TREX ever pull its head out of its ass long enough to find him?
Again?
He laughed as he watched the surveillance footage. The four men just finished the installation and had started to clean up. What a joke. If they only knew how much of a mess they were about to be buried under, they wouldn’t bother.
If they only knew.
Running his thumb along the space bar, Surreal’s heart skipped and then sped up. God how he loved this part. The excitement. The thrill of the kill. His limp dick twitched, growing semi-hard at the thought of the destruction about to be unleashed.
Her picture, taped to his monitor, sat patiently waiting for his next move. She smiled at him, loving him as much as he loved her. “Charis, my love. This is for you.”
He depressed the space bar and watched the monitor as the server room at the All City Technology building blew apart. The explosion took out the camera in the server room, which didn’t please him any. The fucking morons put the server in backwards. The direction of the explosion should have blown out the other side.
Why were there so many idiots out there?
They all deserved to die. He did the world a favor by removing them from the gene pool. God only knew they’d become a drain on society later in life.
His cock hardened, eager to be released. He pulled it out, his eyes never leaving his love’s. He stroked the engorged head of his penis, making his flesh rigid. All for her.
Not wanting to wait, he pressed the space bar again and blew out the other side of the server room. He wished the first bomb hadn’t taken out the camera. But then again, he had a good enough imagination to know what happened.
Fear. Panic. Chaos. It all looked the same once the dust settled. He pulled her picture off the monitor and hel
d it to his chest. “I hope you liked that.”
He knew she would. If she only knew why he did all of this, that she was his muse, she’d be ready and willing to do anything for him.
“Anything?” he rasped, stroked faster. “You can’t wait to feel me inside you, possessing you. You...are...mine!” he roared and spilled over the edge.
* * * *
Charis drew in a deep breath and opened her eyes. She’d never slept so soundly, so thoroughly. Her legs throbbed and she had to admit, she was sore from the constant attention. Drawing in another breath, she stretched her hands high over her head. She felt over to the other side of the bed. It was empty, cold.
Jerking to a sitting position, she pushed her hair out of her eyes and threw her glasses on before looking around. The room had the lingering musky hint of sex in the air. Hot. Wild. Unabashed sex. She smelled David’s masculine scent. It made her body respond, her crux softening and tingling in anticipation of another round of mind-blowing sex. Unless he hid under the bed, waiting for the opportune moment to pop out with a big, “Surprise!” He was long gone.
It didn’t shock her to wake up alone. That didn’t mean she had to like it. A glance at her clock and she did the math. She had a little over two hours to pack and get to the airport. Time to kick it into gear.
As she packed, her mind drifted to last night’s main event. She’d never experienced sex like that. She’d heard of chemistry. Of some sort of psychic connection between two people. She paused, her mind suddenly preoccupied with walking her through the events of the evening. All those orgasms. All those positions. She blew out a breath and forced her brain to shut down the slideshow. Her clit throbbed and demanded a live replay.
“Give me a break,” she told her body. “He isn’t here. It isn’t like you’re going to get what you want.” Her body continued to respond to the memory instead of her reasoning. Apparently her body parts listened about as well as she did.
After folding the rest of her clothes, she jumped into the shower, all the while wondering if David’s hasty retreat meant he had any regrets. She didn’t. Not a one. She’d wanted last night to happen. Hell, she seduced the man. He didn’t want it to happen. He could have walked away.
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