Dirty Deeds: Standalone sexy romance

by Lorelei James

  This was the moment. No turning back.

  Nathan swept his thumb across her bottom lip, following the teasing motion with his tongue. “Every inch of you is so tempting I don’t know where to start.”

  A beat passed. She set his hands on her breasts, which were rising and falling with her every ragged breath. “Start here.” Her heart beat wildly beneath his palm. “I love the way you touch me. Touch me any way you want.”

  Floored by her complete surrender, Nathan captured her mouth, licking at her sweetness until he was drunk on her taste. He slid his leg in between hers, growling at the satiny feel of her bare thighs brushing against the coarse hair on his.

  The complete absence of light proved a challenge. He couldn’t witness her beautiful face lost in pleasure, see her eyes glaze over, watch her body language. He might miss the usual signals.

  Tate’s muscled legs locked around his knee, holding him still while she rubbed her molten core against his thigh.

  No mixed signals there.

  Drawing his fingertips from hipbone to hipbone, he suctioned his mouth to the skin below her ear in the manner that drove her mad.

  Her needy moan sang through his system.

  She broadened her stance, urging him with tiny hip thrusts to take advantage of unfettered access to the wet heat taunting him. Her head turned to seek his lips.

  He denied her the kiss, skating his mouth over her temple instead. “Do you really want me, right here, right now?”

  “Yes.” In her zeal to drag him closer she accidentally knocked over the glass she’d placed on the counter.

  Icy water splashed on his hand. Nathan fished a chunk of ice from the cup, keeping Tate distracted by slipping his tongue inside her mouth and cupping her breast. Then he rubbed the ice back and forth over her rigid nipple.

  She gasped in his mouth and pulled away. “That’s cold.”

  “But you like it.” Nathan blew across the frozen tip, his body absorbing her shudder. “I can tell.”

  He scattered kisses over her face, drawing ever larger, ever wetter circles around her breast as her hot skin seared the ice to a small sliver. Her surprised shriek echoed in the space when he tugged the cold nub inside his warm mouth.

  “Oh. My. God.” She arched closer for more.

  Nathan suckled hard, arcing the ice to the other breast. Water ran down her body. Damn if he didn’t long to trace that wet path with his tongue before it turned into nothing but a vapor trail.

  After grabbing a larger piece of ice, he moved the frosty cube down her center with painstaking precision. He stopped at the dampened curls, letting the cold water mingle with the hot, slick moisture between her thighs.

  “That’s freezing,” she said. “You’re making me shiver.”

  His heavy whisper hung in the darkness. “I want you shivering. I want you aching. I want you so mindless with need that when I’m inside you, you’ll understand why the wait was worth it.”

  She whimpered.

  “Nothing exists outside these walls.” A trickle of moisture ran between her breasts, an offering he lapped at greedily. “Spread your legs.” He moved the ice cube down over her pouting sex, rubbing that swollen female flesh until she rolled her hips with a needy cry. Hot. Wet. All for him. A heady sense of satisfaction yowled in his head, rumbled in his blood, and increased the throbbing in his groin.

  Balancing the small cube between two fingers, he parted her slick folds and pushed the ice inside her, covering her gasping protest with a plundering kiss. He flicked his thumb over the clit.

  The cold sensation of the ice coupled with the friction of his fingers made her writhe, whimper and buck.

  Her fiery sheath clamped around him as he brought her to orgasm. She let loose a long moan, digging her fingers into his biceps. Her body shook violently from the vibrations.

  He growled, “I want to drop to my knees, bury my face between your thighs. Lick every drop of water from the inside of your body out.”.

  Tate nearly ripped his shorts in the struggle to depants him. His belt buckle clanked against the tile floor as she succeeded. “Now,” she pleaded, yanking at his briefs.

  “Whoa. Hold on. Let’s just slow down for a sec—”

  “Too late.” She frantically kissed the corded muscles in his neck, punctuating her need with a tiny nip.

  Nathan caught her hips when she lifted the lower part of her body off the counter. He drew one finger down her cleft, through the quivering wetness. “I love the way you heat up for me.”

  “Heat up?” Tate echoed, rocking her pelvis forward. “I’m on fire. If you don’t get that condom out, I swear I’m going to burn up.”

  He smiled in the dark, pausing to sample one velvety nipple. “Can’t have that. Tell me what you want.”

  “What I want, Nathan, is what I’ve always wanted since the day we met. You.” Tate pressed openmouthed kisses to his sternum, swirling her tongue through his scant chest hair.

  “If my memory serves me, the counter is too low.” He shoved his groin forward, bumping into her breastbone. “The door is too flimsy. It can’t withstand the thrusting power I have in store for you.”

  Tate whimpered when he cupped her still-molten core and slid one finger inside.

  “Not enough room to stretch out on the floor,” he offered as the fierce pulling of her internal muscles tugged his finger deeper. In between sips of her heated, fragrant flesh, he changed the angle of his hand. “That leaves the shower stall”—he stroked her clit faster—“or the—”

  “The shower!”

  “Excellent choice.” He withdrew his finger to trail her sweet-scented moisture up her torso and followed the path with his mouth where they shared the taste of her.

  Tate tried to simultaneously rub her nakedness over his, scale up his body and eliminate his shirt.

  Her musky female scent surrounding them in the tiny, humid space made him feel as if he’d climbed inside her. He fumbled for the condom from his shorts pocket before kicking his clothes away.

  Scattering kisses on her face, he whispered roughly, “Knees on the edge of the bathtub and grab the acrylic bar.”

  The words spilled from his mouth as a primitive growl. Fire raced through his blood as the need to brand Tate as his, consumed his every thought.

  Yanking the shower curtain aside, he angled her forward, caressing the long line of her supple body from hip to where her fingers curled tightly around the bar. “You’re so damn sexy, stretched out before me like a primal goddess.” Tracing the heart-shaped curves of her ass, he stood behind her and curled his hands around her hips.

  Nathan had a hard-on that rivaled his strongest piece of rebar. He glided his rigid sex into the silky flesh between her thighs inch by inch.

  Hot. Tight. Perfect. With forced patience he let her snug walls adjust to the angle, gritting his teeth against the desire to surge into her without finesse and rut like an animal.

  She instinctively rocked back into him and moaned.

  Nathan moved with torturous strokes at first, half in, then all the way back out. The mouth of her sex gripped him, trying to keep his pulsing thickness inside. He circled the tip of his cock around her wet opening before plunging in again. The thrusts became shorter, harder, each concentrated stroke bringing him deeper until he withdrew fully and sank to the root.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, widening her stance.

  Stretching over her back, he aligned their bodies thigh to shoulder, rough flesh to soft. The sensation spun his control to the breaking point. As he snaked an arm around her belly to anchor her against his escalating thrusts, he tasted the dew gathering on the curve of her neck.

  While continuing to drive into her with sure, steady strokes, he spread her wide to caress the swollen pearl begging for his attention.

  Immediately she wailed, “It’s too much. Nathan, please.” His finger began stroking until several keening sobs broke free and she arched. The spasms of her internal muscles clamping around his cock matche
d the blood pulsing under his finger. She gasped over and over and it nearly undid him. His balls lifted, but he clenched his butt muscles tightly and regained control.

  She stopped thrashing beneath him and went boneless with a final shudder. He gently bit her nape then blew in her ear and swept his finger side to side across her swollen clit.

  It set her off again, and the pulses milked his cock until he gritted his teeth.

  Sweat beaded between his shoulders to run in a line down his back, between his ass cheeks directly to his overheated balls. “Brace yourself ’cause this is gonna be hard and fast.”

  With that said, he pounded into her. Spirals of heat shot up his spine. His legs, usually strong from hours of physical labor, trembled. His thick fingers dug for purchase on her slick hips. An intense wave started a slow roll, then crashed over him. Blinding whiteness roared through his head. A ball of fire exploded in his groin. Every muscle in his body went high and tight, groin, abdomen, buttocks, jaw.

  Nathan threw back his head in ecstasy, groaned and let go.

  Tate came apart again. Her internal muscles clamped around him like a steel vise.

  After the raging in his head dulled, he opened his eyes to utter darkness. The air was heavy with the sounds of labored breathing, the scents of sex and sweat. Sated beyond belief, he felt like he’d finally found the one place he belonged.

  “Tate?” he murmured.

  “I’m still here.” She snickered. “At least I think so.”

  Smoothing his unsteady hands across her damp back, he trailed kisses on her bared skin and slowly withdrew from her body.

  After he helped her stand, he cradled her in his arms. “You are incredible.” A lingering, tender kiss later, he said, “I wish I could see your face.”

  “Trust me, I’m smiling.” Her fingers traced his jaw, his cheekbones, his nose and his forehead before stopping at his lips. “I guess you are too.”

  “Was there ever any question?”

  “No. Especially not after you howled.” At her small laugh, her breath tickled his chest hairs as her cheek rested against his thundering heart. A shiver of possession rolled through him. “If your friends wondered where we’d disappeared to, I’m sure they know now.”

  “Same goes, jungle girl. I had to stop from coming about three times. Those very sexy noises emerging from your wicked mouth ’bout did me in.”

  Content, Nathan held her loosely. This was too strong a feeling to be a simple mutual slaking of lust. The sex between them was astounding. But he’d never felt the urge to belong completely to a woman, heart, body and soul as he did with Tatum Cross. His hold on her increased. “You’re okay? I was kind of rough,” he said gruffly.

  “I am now. But truthfully, at first, I didn’t know…”

  He stopped drawing lazy circles on her luscious butt. “Didn’t know what?”

  “I’ve never, umm…” She sighed. “Okay, so I’ve never done it that way before.”

  Nathan’s stomach dropped. His feeling of afterglow dimmed. “Why didn’t you tell me? Jesus, Tate, I would have been—”

  “That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I felt…I don’t know… powerful knowing that you wanted me so much that you forgot to be romantic.” A wet tongue rounded his nipple before she lightly bit it. “I’m not some delicate flower that requires soft words and candlelight. I’m just—”

  “Not as sexually experienced as you’d led me to believe.” He paused, tipping her face back as if he could read her eyes in the dark. “Tell me something else. That night on the boat, have you ever…?”

  “Not with much success,” she admitted with a soft, embarrassed laugh. “Was it that obvious I was a novice?”

  “No! My God you destroyed me.” He swallowed, aware that merely thinking about Tate’s mouth on his dick would make him hard again.

  “That’s a relief. Lucky for me—for you actually—porn is great inspiration for hands-on demonstration.”

  And he went hard anyway. “You watch porn?”

  “Strictly for educational purposes.” She wreathed her arms around his neck and breathed a hot challenge. “Wanna watch one with me sometime and act out the good parts?”

  “You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

  “Only if we can die in bed.”

  “Speaking of bed.” Pressing his forehead to hers, he fought the fear that she’d think he was needy. But man, he wanted to be with her until the sun rose tomorrow. Truth was, he longed to spend every night, every waking hour with her until the moment she skipped town.

  “Speaking of bed, what?”

  “Can we try out your bed tonight?”

  “Mmm.” Tate licked the line defining his pectorals. “We’ll see. Some other places might be more interesting.”

  Relief soared through him. “But that’s a yes that we’re not done tonight?”

  “Don’t act so surprised.”

  At that moment, Nathan knew the strange sensation banding his heart went deeper than eagerness for more hot sex. And it scared the shit out of him. Although next time they made love it’d be chock-full of all the romantic frills she didn’t claim to need. “Can’t help it,” he muttered. “You continually surprise me.”

  “I can’t think of anything I’d like better than to take you home right now and indulge in wild squirrel sex all night long.” She playfully bit his lobe. “Was that a more romantic proposition?”

  “It’ll do. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

  The air whooshed from Tate’s lungs as Nathan’s body, plastered hers against the wall in her foyer.

  Not that she had much air left with the breath-stealing way he kissed her. She hitched her shoulders back. The velvet-flocked wallpaper abraded her skin as he impatiently tugged the thin straps of her sundress down her biceps.

  Nathan eased the slinky dress over her hips until it pooled on the rug. “I love this outfit, but I love the body under it more.” His hands took a curve-filled detour. “Soft. Warm. Wet in all the right places. Gimme.”

  She giggled. The sight of his large, tanned fingers kneading her pale breasts sent a thrill through her. “Right here?” A moan tumbled forth as he thumbed her nipples and his silky hair brushed over her stomach, her hips.

  “I’d like to make it to the bedroom at least one time tonight,” he mumbled, lapping with exquisite pressure at the bottom swell of her breast.

  Tate unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the dried cattails arrangement in the corner. Her hands glided over his pectorals. “Beds are highly overrated.”

  “You haven’t been in bed with me.” Fastening his mouth to hers, he kept their gazes locked as he began an unbearably slow but extremely thorough journey down her body with those wickedly talented hands.

  Her aunt’s phone rang in the living room.

  Nathan pulled away a fraction of an inch. “Ignore it,” he said, continuing to tease her lips.

  He’d answer it, a tiny voice reminded her before she snarled at it to disappear.

  As the phone continued to peal, she wondered why the hell she hadn’t had the landline disconnected.

  Who would be calling at eleven on a Saturday night? Her mother? Definitely didn’t want to chat with her. Didn’t even want to think about her mother when Nathan was doing such naughty things with his tongue.

  “Tate. I’m losing you.” He did some maneuver with his hand and thumb that made her gasp. “That’s better,” he murmured, nuzzling her hairline with light, barely there breaths.

  The ringing stopped. Probably a wrong number.

  Tate closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his rough hands trailing over the inner skin of her thighs. Every molecule vibrated under his seductive touch. The slow simmer he’d started in her blood changed, heated and began to boil. Even her ears rang.

  No. Dammit. That was the phone ringing again.

  He thunked his head on the wall above her. “Fine. I give. Answer it. Quickly.”

  She slipped from beneath his curtain of
hair and snatched up her dress, using it as a cover as she raced for the phone. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Trust me. I’ll be right here.”

  “Hello?” Tate said. “Val?…Wait…When? Val… Val! Slow down. Well, I’m here now.” Her startled glance moved to Nathan. “Yes…He’s here too…You really want to talk about this now? No…That’s fine…We’ll be there in ten minutes.” She hung up.

  “Let me guess… She’s in labor.”

  “Yep. We have to go. Now.”

  Nathan’s head hit the wall two more times. “As usual, Val’s timing is impeccable.” With a sigh, he grabbed his shirt off the floor, reaching in the front pocket for a ponytail holder. “She was looking for me?”

  “Yes, when she couldn’t get a hold of you on your cell, she panicked.”

  “I accidentally left my cell here.”

  “You must’ve been in an awful hurry to get away if you forgot your beloved cell.”

  “I was awfully damn distracted by my sexy-assed date,” he retorted.

  Disgusted with the twisted straps on her dress, she threw it on the couch. “I can’t wear this.”

  “You haven’t actually had it on all that much,” he said with a very satisfied, very masculine smirk.

  “Funny. I’ll be right back.” Tate ran up the stairs naked.

  She slipped on clean underwear, a relatively stain-free pair of gym shorts and a Bruno Mars T-shirt. Grabbing an overnight bag, she stuffed in two changes of clothes and pajamas, wondering if she’d even need them.

  In the tiny, dimly lit bathroom, she swept everything off the counter into the bag’s side compartment. Packed and ready to roll in two minutes flat.

  She flew down the staircase, bag in hand. “Let’s go.” She hesitated, watching him pace a hole in the hallway runner. “Unless you want to take separate cars?”

  “No.” He hit the light switch in the living room and herded her toward the foyer.

  “You okay?”

  “I know it’s her fifth kid and all…” He expelled a slow breath and clasped her hand tightly. “But she’s still my little sister and I worry. How far apart are her contractions?”