by Desiree Holt
“Ride me,” he growled, using his hands to urge her into position and help her lower herself onto him.
Kira rose slightly on her knees, took his cock in one hand and slowly, slowly lowered herself onto it until he was fully inside her. Oh, god, he felt so good. She closed her eyes for just a moment and clenched her pussy muscles around him. But then he moved one hand between them and pressed a thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth.
Icy heat raced through her as her orgasm built inside, rushing, rushing, and she rode his cock like a wild thing. When they crashed together she threw her head back and bit off a scream, shudders racking her body, her hot liquid bathing his pulsing cock. It was untamed, uncontrolled, no less explosive for the quickness with which it had occurred, and it stole the breath from both of them.
And then it was over, and she lay panting on top of him, trying desperately to pull herself together.
When she felt his hands pressing against her she opened her eyes and looked at him. She could see he was still dragging air into his lungs.
“I think you need to get up,” he panted.
“Oh!” Of course. With her generous body she was probably crushing him.
Embarrassed, she lifted herself carefully and moved to the side, pausing to take in more air before rising to her knees. Grant grabbed his pants and dug for a handkerchief, removing the condom and wrapping it in the white linen.
They stared at each other for a long moment, as if neither one knew exactly what to say. Finally Kira pulled up the thong hanging around one ankle and smoothed down her dress.
“I’m going to the ladies’ room to see if I can make myself presentable.”
“Oh, okay.” Another awkward silence. “Listen, Kira…”
“It’s okay. But you should get dressed yourself. Someone will be looking for us.”
Before he could say anything else or she could embarrass herself any further she unlocked the door and let herself out. As she headed toward the ladies’ room, all she could think was, What the hell did I just do?
Chapter Two
The familiar heat enveloped her as she opened the door to her studio and Kira let out a long sigh of relief as the steam surrounded her. The wet heat was familiar and comforting, something her sister could never understand. She stepped inside, the door clicked closed behind her and she let out of long sigh of relief.
Nothing could touch her here, not in this sanctuary built from her vision. She’d imagined every inch of it, sketched it out, made changes here, adjustments there, worked every step of the way with the architect. When it became a reality it was like having a fantasy come true. The place she’d dreamed about. The studio where she brought to life the ethereal wisps of her dreams. Shapes and forms burst into existence with her very breath as she blew and coaxed her art to reality.
A quick flick of her wrist sent the furnace blazing, the dancing flames visible through the glass door and reflecting in the big picture window. Kira’s palms itched to hold and caress her latest vision. In her mind the colors and shape were already tangible. The bold, strong lines of a well-developed male form, naked in all his splendor.
Grant, the sexy stranger she’d seduced or allowed to seduce her, had been a constant companion in her mind since that night over two weeks ago. Something about the man wouldn’t let her go even though she knew he was exactly the opposite of what she wanted in a partner and husband. He was just like every other man she’d taken up with—hot and irresponsible. Looking for nothing but a good time. Still, she wanted to blow the glass into his shape, recreating it from the memory of their very hot encounter at the engagement party.
Sick, that’s what I am. Sick, sick, sick. And obsessed with sex.
Seating herself on the high stool at the drawing table, she opened her sketch pad and picked up a charcoal pencil. The lines began to flow from her fingers in bold strokes on the page. Distracted by the sounds of the noisy furnace, her own wild thoughts and the drawing coming to life beneath her quick, skilled fingers, Kira didn’t hear the creak of the thick, steel door as it opened. Nor was she aware of the heavy footsteps striding her way.
“What the hell is going on here?”
The deep voice startled her and she jerked, dropping her pencil and losing her balance. With an embarrassing girly scream, she slipped off her work stool and hit the hard concrete floor ass first.
“Shit,” she cursed and rubbed her aching butt.
“I saw the flames through the window,” the voice went on. “Are you crazy, building a fire in here? Of all the moronic, idiotic asinine things to do.”
Feeling anger spark hot enough to match that of the kiln at her side, she stood up, ready to tear apart the fool stupid enough to interrupt her work. She whirled around, temper flaring.
“Just who the hell do you think—” She stopped short as the sight of her intruder finally registered. “Oh shit…not you.”
There before her stood the man she hadn’t been able to get out of her head since he’d slid his cock into her body. A lover who knew how to do it quick and dirty. Something about him stuck in every one of her senses until she would swear she could still taste him on her tongue and smell his musky, male scent in the air around her.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he demanded to know. There was nothing lover-like now in either his tone or stance.
Either he was too mad to recognize her or her image hadn’t yet clicked into his brain. Of course, the last time he’d seen her she’d been dressed up, made up, and ready to party. Today she didn’t have a stitch of makeup on, she was dressed in a tank top and yoga pants and her hair was scraped back into a ponytail to keep it away from the flame. Fearing on the one hand he would recognize her and on the other he wouldn’t, Kira shuffled from one foot to another, not sure what to do or how to do it. The feeling of uncertainty wasn’t one she was familiar with and found it entirely unsettling.
And Grant continued with his rant, apparently too caught up in his own words and actions to focus entirely on her.
“I might have just moved into the neighborhood,” he stormed, “but I’m already pretty attached to my house and yard. I sure as hell wouldn’t want a woman too stupid to know better setting everything I own on fire, accident or no.”
Well, that certainly put her in her place, Kira thought with a thin smile. She ought to hit him over the head with one of her tools. The problem was, nothing diminished his blatant sexuality. Even with his aggressive stance, clenched fists and flashing eyes she couldn’t help but feel desire stir within her body and need for him heat her blood.
Faced with the conflicting emotions of desperate arousal or spiked temper, Kira went for anger as she did every time. Less chance of complications or confusion down that road. It helped her match his fury right now. And tamp down those hormones that seemed to have a mind of their own.
“How dare you barge onto my property and tell me what to do?” A bead of sweat trickled down her neck and slipped inside her already damp tank top. She blew upward at a strand of hair that had escaped.
“I dare because—” His voice stopped abruptly as he suddenly moved closer, those sexy, blue eyes narrowing even as Kira tried to step back in the shadows.
Oh, hell. He’d recognized her.
“Wait,” he barked and grabbed her arm in a gentle but firm hold. “I know you.” He blinked. “Of course. Kira, the mystery lady, who disappeared on me at the party. What the hell are you doing here?” He looked around as if expecting a sign to appear on the wall that would give him an answer.
“And the trophy for most clueless goes to…you, Mr. Obvious,” she snapped at him while trying to pull free of his grip. “I live here, you idiot.”
A stunned look washed over his face. “You live here? Right here? In this place?”
“In the house. And this is my studio. What else would I be doing here?”
His talented mouth opened and closed several times before words finally emerged. “How-how long have you been
living here?”
Kira gave what she hoped was a casual shrug of her shoulders. “Five years give or take a month. Maybe I should be asking what you’re doing here. Stalking is illegal in all fifty states, I believe.”
“So is willfully endangering your neighbor’s property,” he shot back heatedly, taking a step deeper into her personal space. “It’s called arson, in case you haven’t heard.”
“Whoa, there.” She pressed a hand against his chest to keep him from getting any closer. Big mistake, huge mistake as Kira felt the heat of his body and the flex of his stomach muscles wash against her touch. Quickly she let her hand drop and concentrated on not pressing that same palm on her own skin. It was bad enough that the moment she’d seen him, anger be damned, she’d wanted to rub herself all over him.
Bad, bad news. Just touching him brought back all the sexual intensity of their previous encounter and the pulse in her womb throbbed insistently.
My god, how desperate am I that just touching him almost gets me off? And how stupid am I to walk right into the same old trap again?
“Umm…I’ve never had a fire here that I didn’t have complete control over,” she tried to explain in her most reasonable voice. “I’m a glass artist. This is what I do for a living and this is a monitored environment. And the fire is in the damn kiln, in case you haven’t taken the time to notice.”
She saw the expression on his face when he took a good look and realized what she was telling him.
“A kiln? You have a kiln in here?”
“And a permit for it, by the way. Not to mention two fire extinguishers, just in case. I’d never let my heat get out of control.” She took another step away from him.
Ignoring her obvious desire for separate breathing space, Grant moved even closer to her. “Your heat never gets out of control,” he repeated in a lower desire-filled tone.
“Hey.” Kira’s head shot up to meet the fierce blue eyes as she took a cautious step back. “No using double entendres.”
Grant ignored her unspoken demand and took another step closer. “But if I can’t use my words the way I want to, how will you know?”
Knowing without a doubt a verbal landmine lay ahead, Kira nonetheless jumped in. “How will I know what?”
“How badly I want to sit you on that table, spread your luscious thighs open wide and bury my mouth right at your candy center,” he stated, as arousal darkened his eyes and flushed color to his cheeks.
“Oh, umm.” Kira almost tripped over her tongue she was so shocked by his blatant words and the wave of lust they sent through her.
“You never gave me the chance to taste you before.” His voice deepened with desire. “I’ve woken up every night since we were together dreaming of you riding my face. Now I finally get my chance to do it for real.”
Without giving Kira a chance to protest Grant quickly picked her up, carried her to the long, solid oak table and dropped her down on the hard surface.
Mouth open to protest, she snapped her lips shut at his next words, already too wet and horny to bother complaining about the abuse to her tender butt.
“If you like these clothes I suggest you get them off now, before I tear every scrap of cloth off you.” He leaned down, pressed his nose against the damp crotch of her yoga pants and inhaled deeply. “Fuck it.”
Grant used the palm of his hand to push Kira until her back hit the wooden surface and her legs dangled uselessly off the side.
“Oh boy,” she muttered while trying to wrestle her inner slut under control. “Shouldn’t we talk about this?”
Eyes blazing with desire met hers. “Talk about what?” he demanded in a low, heated voice. “That the way you smell is driving me out of my mind? Or the cream I can feel soaking through your pants is making me so hard I can barely stand it? You want me, you want my mouth and tongue licking your hot sweetness, even as I coax it from your body. I really, really can’t wait to taste you, either.”
Shit! What was this thing between them that she was nearly ready to come just from his words? What the hell was she supposed to say to that? Uh, thanks, but no thanks? Hell no, Kira decided. Just because she was on the hunt for Mr. Right didn’t mean she couldn’t take time out to play with Mr. Right Now.
The man was on his knees practically begging to eat her out. Who was she to deny him?
Spreading her damp thighs wide, Kira looked down at him and smiled. “What kind of lady would I be to refuse to help a gentleman?”
“You are one hell of a lady,” Grant responded, right before he dragged her cotton pants off along with her underwear. “Oh yeah, one hell of a lady.”
Then his dark head bent down and he devoured her.
What the hell am I doing? Losing my mind. Right. Going insane.
Grant could not believe how quickly and easily this woman aroused him. Until he’d seen her at the engagement party he’d been thoroughly convinced that hot sweaty sex wasn’t for a man who’d had open-heart surgery. It didn’t matter what his surgeon and cardiologist told him. The fear was still there. Yet he couldn’t control his reaction to Kira Jacobs. She made him instantly spike-hard. In fact, he’d been so hard every morning when he awakened after dreaming about her, he’d been afraid to bump into something lest he damage himself.
And now… Now! He had her spread out before him like a veritable feast. A banquet. Her luscious, creamy thighs quivering in anticipation. Her musk invading his nostrils. Her cream glistening on her pubic curls like early morning dew. He slid his thumbs the length of her labia, opening her, until he reached her clit. The moment he touched that swollen knot of nerves she bucked, and a low moan hummed in her throat. The sound of it vibrated through him and reached clear down to his balls.
She was just as wonderful and tempting as he’d remembered. Full breasts that begged to have their nipples sucked. Luscious hips that his hands itched to roam and caress. A rounded ass that he wanted to do every imaginable thing to. This woman was pure carnal temptation, no doubt about it.
He wanted to fuck her more than anything, to feel her hot, tight flesh clutching his cock again. But doing it on a carpeted floor had been bad enough. He wanted a soft bed, where he didn’t have to worry about damage to his surgically repaired body. Besides, if he just went down on her, he didn’t have to remove his shirt. It might be a little tricky trying to keep his chest covered in bed to hide the scar that bisected it.
Stop thinking, you idiot. You have a treat splayed out before you. Take advantage of it.
He lapped a slow path along her inner lips, up one side and down the other, drowning in the sweet taste of her. All the while his thumbs played an erotic tune on her clit, rubbing it, rasping against it, stimulating it. When Kira tried to close her knees around his head to pull him in tighter, he simply nudged her thighs apart and held them open with his broad shoulders.
Delicious little sounds of pleasure burst from her as his tongue did a complicated tango on her cunt and his thumbs continued to work her swollen clit. She was so soft and wet, a luscious treat. He wanted to take every bit of her in his mouth at once.
He worked her with his tongue and his thumbs until the jerking of her hips and the steady sensual moan told him she was getting close. He slipped one hand further down and let his fingers trail the cleft of her buttocks. The tip of one finger pressed against the tiny ring of anal muscles and Kira shoved against him.
He lifted his head and looked up at her. “You like that, sugar? Does that make you feel good?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Oh, please, Grant.”
“Please what?” He pressed harder with his finger.
“Please…you, know.”
“Do you want my finger in your ass?” His throat was so tight with lust he could hardly get the words out.
“Yes I do. Come on, Grant. Put it in there.”
“Tell me the words.” He circled the tiny hole, teasing at the tight flesh. “If you want it, let me hear you say it.”
“God, you’re kil
ling me.”
He pulled his finger back and slid his thumb away from her clit. “Say it, Kira. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your finger in my ass.” She practically screamed the words.
Grant gave a low chuckle. He realized how much he loved hearing her say things like that. He’d have to get her to do it more. “All right, sugar. All you had to do was ask.”
He scooped some of her copious cream from her pussy and spread it around the tight opening of her rectum. Then, with great care and teasing slowness, he inserted one finger. When the hot tissues closed around it a bolt of lust speared through him and he nearly doubled over with the force of its thrust. Pressing his finger deeper inside her, he bent again to her pussy, spreading the lips with his other hand. Trailing his tongue once more the length of her slit, he stiffened it and thrust it inside her tight, welcoming heat.
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” Kira intoned, her hips jerking as she tried to force him deeper inside her in both openings.
With one finger buried deep inside her ass and his tongue clutched by the tight walls of her pussy, Grant was so aroused he hoped he didn’t have another heart attack. He increased his movements in earnest, coordinating the rhythm of his tongue and his finger so he was fucking her with an increasingly rapid tempo.
He felt the onset of her orgasm when the walls of her cunt tightened and spasms began to ripple through them. He pressed harder with tongue and finger, pushing her higher and higher. He knew the instant she crashed. Her entire body convulsed, his tongue and finger trapped by the spasms of her muscles, her liquid pouring into his mouth. He worked her and worked her until the pulsing slowed to slight aftershocks and finally subsided.
He drew back from her and then leaned over her, bracing himself with his hands on either side of her. He saw the carnal satisfaction in her eyes, the flush of heat on her cheeks. Her breathing was still erratic and he knew if he placed his ear against her breast he’d hear and feel her heat hammering.
Bending his head, he pressed his mouth to hers, giving her a taste of herself from his lips.
