“How badly do you want it?” I asked. “Say it out loud.”
She bit her lower lip and then took a quick breath, making her breasts swell. “Like it’s my first time,” she said.
“It might be, baby.”
In fact, mine might be the only cock she’d ever had. And everything primitive and possessive inside me got off on that like crazy.
I hadn’t gone to the police or even made her see a doctor, but I was about to fuck her senseless without even using protection. I knew I still had a reckless streak, but making condom-less love to a sexy amnesiac was a stretch even for me.
Tomorrow.
I’d go back to being smart in the morning. But right now, I was going to enjoy every second of this. Chances were it wouldn’t last twenty-four hours anyway. She’d remember who she was, or some assclown would crawl out of the woodwork looking for her.
Whoever he was, he didn’t deserve her. I was positive of that without knowing a thing about her, or him.
When she felt the tip of my cock, she recoiled on instinct. I smiled and felt myself grow even thicker. I was much too proud of being well-equipped, but oh, well. Some of us were just lucky that way.
“I won’t hurt you,” I said. “Too much.”
A warm wind blew in off the terrace, bringing in the earthy smell of sage and creosote leaves. Nothing around, nobody to stop us. Just miles of empty desert and a defenseless bombshell lying on the table like the main course.
“Did you feel how hard you made me this afternoon?” I gave her an inch and let her writhe on it. She seemed to be trying to get away and get more at the same time.
“Yes,” she said in a sex-hoarsened voice. “I felt it against my belly.”
“I could have fucked you right there. Dragged you into the men’s room of that bar and taken you against the wall.”
“I wish you had.”
Christ, if only I had known. It wouldn’t have been the first time I’d given it to a woman at The Dead End, but Jane – she wasn’t just any woman. With that body, she could turn a dive bar bathroom into my own personal paradise.
“I’ll make it worth the wait,” I said, and forced myself halfway inside her.
Spread out in front of me, skin illuminated by the chandelier, she was a vision of sultry beauty. Though she was slender, her thighs were rounded and strong, and when they locked around my hips, my self-discipline almost snapped in two.
“Are you going to make me beg?” she asked, clutching my wrists.
“Of course,” I said. “Now, tell me you want it.”
“But you already know –”
I shook my head. “If you want me to fuck you, tell me.”
She bit her lower lip as a hot pink flush spread down to her nipples. Shameless as she’d seemed in the kitchen, underneath it all was a sweet, shy girl. Shameless and shy – I couldn’t think of a more explosively arousing combination.
“I want your cock so much,” she whispered. “Please let me have it.”
I drove into her, giving her all of me in one smooth, fast stroke. “Like that?”
Fingernails dragging across my forearms, she cried out in ecstasy. I’d made a lot of women scream, but none had the soft, sexy, broken quality of Jane’s moans. Something about them tore at my heart, the very last place I usually felt anything at all.
Slow down, Drex. She won’t be in your life for long.
I pulled out and entered her again, a long, patient stroke so good I had to grit my teeth. “Or like this?”
“I love it both ways,” she said.
“Choose,” I said.
“Okay, then, slowly,” she said. “For a minute.”
I leaned over her, lowering myself until I felt the searing heat of her bare skin against my chest. At the first brush of contact her nipples tightened like little pink jewels. I had to taste them.
Her breasts were soft and round against my lips. Her nipples tasted like she did – warm, sweet, womanly. She gasped when I bit them softly.
“You’re very sensitive, aren’t you?” I said. “Every stunning inch of you.”
She swiveled her hips against me, silently urging me to thrust into her. “You said you wanted it slow,” I said, weaving my hand through her luscious hair.
She pulled in a sharp breath as I made a fist and pulled. Her neck arched in response. “Now I want it fast,” she said.
I could do fast, as fast as she wanted. What I couldn’t do with a woman this amazing and responsive was last.
She was too fucking hot, and it had been too long since anything had felt this damn good. Somehow, I’d have to stay in control.
“Hold on tight,” I said, and stroked into her. Our gazes locked as I pistoned in and out, giving her every inch and hitting her hard. Those blue eyes. If anything was going to make me explode, it was the way she was looking at me. Dark, totally focused, totally intense. Gorgeous beyond anything I’d ever seen.
“I love your cock,” she said. “It feels incredible.”
“In that case, you need to come for me,” I said.
“This is enough,” she said, sweat glistening on her neck. “I don’t want anything else.”
“Shush. No argument.”
Her clit was like a slick little pearl under my fingertips. As soon as I touched it she quivered and moaned, a sign that I had her just where I wanted her.
“You sure you don’t want anything else?” I said, rubbing softly. “Or is this changing your mind?”
She answered with a little whimper.
“So, you don’t want me to stop?” I asked in a soothing voice.
Her cheeks were dark pink, her skin glistening. “Never,” she whispered.
I stroked in and out of her, teasing her clit as I did, building the rhythm until she was panting in short breaths. With my free hand, I reached for her chin and made her look at me.
“That’s right,” I said. “Look at the man who’s about to blow your world apart.”
She blinked slowly, her eyes fiery and unafraid. As my strokes got faster, her lips parted. She bit the lower one, moaned, and clenched my cock for all she was worth.
“Come,” I demanded.
She shook her head once. “It’s too soon,” she whispered.
“It isn’t too soon. Come for me. Now.”
“But –”
Our eyes connected like a magnet and steel. Her clit was swollen and slippery, the sweetest bud of flesh I’d ever touched.
“Come,” I said. “I want to feel it all over me.”
“No, Drex…”
I felt her pulsing around me as she started to let go. She stretched her arms above her head and arched, slim and cat-like. The way those full lips trembled, the sounds she made – it was all I could do not to erupt inside her.
“Oh,” she breathed, her legs flexing. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her face. I’d never seen an orgasm look so beautiful. And it felt even better, tightening and releasing, squeezing me with quick throbs that felt like a heartbeat. Making a woman come was usually pretty easy for me, but this one made me particularly proud.
Because it was her.
Because if she was coming for me, it meant she wanted me, at least at this moment. And for some reason I couldn’t figure out, that mattered way too much.
“Take it all,” I said, driving deeply into her. “Good girl.”
She spread her legs wider and licked her lower lip as I gave her my full, hard length. “Too big?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to.”
Her orgasm rolled on like a never-ending wave. She shuddered and clamped around me, bringing me to the brink and beyond. I was the kind of guy who could last for hours, shut it down at will and come when I was damned good and ready, but not tonight. I had all the physical power, but she had the power to make me weak where it counted.
I leaned over her and covered her mouth with mine. As our tongues met, a rush of pure possessiveness shook me
to the core. I sure didn’t feel like this with the college girls and airheads I dated back home. Lying before me on the table was a real woman. An honest-to-God, bright-as-hell, hard-headed woman, with a body like an addictive drug.
I was a goner.
When I exploded, I saw flashes of light and heard myself groan like an animal. Nothing mattered but the pleasure raging through me and the woman causing it all.
Her eyes – big, blue, and stunning – were the only things keeping me grounded to the earth. Holy shit, this was scary intense. I filled her pussy again and again, feeling nothing but the primitive desire to make her mine.
And she was mine, for no other reason than I wanted her to be.
I lay on top of her, face buried in her neck, for maybe five minutes before I could move. Her velvety hands stroked over my back and her lips pressed against my temple. I wasn’t usually one for what women wanted after sex, but Blue Eyes was special. And special scared me.
Marshalling every ounce of testosterone and willpower, I pushed myself up and put my pants back on. Jane raised herself on her elbows and ran her tongue over her kiss-swollen lips. Somehow, she managed to be even hotter after sex than before. Her skin was glazed with a silken sheen of sweat and her tousled hair gave new, heart-twisting meaning to the words “bed head.” If I wasn’t careful, I was going to be hard again in thirty seconds.
“Won’t your friend be upset about his broken dishes?” she asked, standing up with lithe grace. Maybe I’d been wrong about her. A frank question about smashed plates wasn’t exactly pillow talk.
“Not when I tell him why I broke them. Are you kidding? He’ll be psyched.”
“You’re going to tell him?”
“Don’t worry. The names will be changed to protect the innocent.”
She smiled. “Jane Doe isn’t exactly easy to Google.”
She looked around for something to cover herself, but there wasn’t even a tablecloth. As much as I liked seeing her beauty exposed, she’d had enough enforced nakedness for one day.
“Here,” I said, grabbing my torn, discarded shirt off the floor just inside the kitchen.
“Thank you,” she said, slipping her arms into the sleeves.
She pulled the plackets together, gave me a smile that was part little girl, part vixen, and tiptoed around a pile of porcelain shards as she headed toward the living room.
“Wait a minute,” I said.
She stopped and looked at me over her shoulder. “What is it?”
“We’re not done here.”
I folded my arms, knowing how easy it would be to pick her up and carry her right back. But letting her come to me on her own would be even better.
“What do you mean?” she asked, giving me a look of innocent confusion. So genuine, so damn tempting.
I tilted my head toward the disaster on the floor. “See this?”
“Of course. How could I miss it?”
“Exactly,” I said. “Go put on that maid’s uniform. We made a big mess here and somebody’s got to clean it up.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
He was serious. He really was.
I wasn’t sure if I felt humiliated or aroused – or both – but I found the uniform in the maid’s room across the house and put it on. Thigh-length flared skirt, short-sleeved top with a plunging neckline, white apron – it was a perfect fit. Sexy, too, if you didn’t count my flip flops.
Drex sat in his boxer briefs in a chair and watched me sweep up broken china with a broom and dustpan.
“Still no panties?” he said, making a tsk tsk sound when I bent over to pick up a napkin ring. “Shame. We’ll have to buy you some pretty ones tomorrow.”
So the dominance thing wasn’t just an act to turn me on and make me put out. This was Drex. If I didn’t want to be on my knees reaching for a stray fork, I shouldn’t have begged to earn my keep. I shouldn’t have rewarded him by getting wetter with every brusque command.
It was too late now.
I was getting what I’d asked for, and even if my mind wasn’t so sure about it, my body was loving every submissive minute. I was hot for him, feeling a sultry flush of excitement whenever I gave him a view of my naked backside and braless breasts.
“You missed a spoon,” he said, pointing toward the credenza. “Over there.”
“Thanks,” I said. I scowled even as my pussy began to throb.
“You’re pretty good at this,” he said. “You probably don’t do it very much in real life, but you’re not too bad.”
I frowned. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Call it an observation,” he said, and smiled.
Damn this man. The more demanding he was, the sexier he got.
After I’d finished cleaning the floor and mopping it for good measure, Drex stood up and gave me a long, soft kiss. “Thank you,” he said. “You look stunning in that uniform. I love watching you.”
“Anything else I can do?” I asked, brushing back my hair with my forearm. “Dust the rafters? Scrub the bathroom tile with a toothbrush?”
“All right, smart ass,” he said. “You’ve had a hell of a day. I think it’s time for bed.”
As soon as he said the word “bed,” I realized how heavy I felt, my limbs almost numb with exhaustion.
“Where do you sleep?” I asked.
“In the master bedroom. And that’s where you’re going to sleep, too.” I hadn’t dared to hope he’d ask – or in this case, demand – but now I could finally let myself smile.
Drex closed the terrace doors, fed Diesel, and put her in her kennel. “Now look at that,” he said as she turned around twice on her bed. “Have you ever seen a more docile dog in your life? At this moment, anyway.”
My memory of dogs was as empty as all the others. “I wouldn’t know,” I said.
He grimaced and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean –”
“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s not every day you talk to somebody with no memory.”
“Or fuck them,” he said. He slipped his arm around my waist and we headed down the hallway. “I hope you don’t think I took advantage of you.”
“I can take care of myself,” I said. “As you’ve seen.”
“And felt. You know my ear still hurts from this afternoon?”
“Poor baby,” I said, elbowing him lightly. “That’s what you get for throwing a strange woman in your truck.”
“And I’d do it again. Ten times.”
The master bedroom was three times the size of the guest room, with glossy white marble floors, dark blue walls, and a huge bed carved from mahogany. Four arched doors led to the terrace. There was a separate sitting room with a flat-screen television, and a dramatic limestone fireplace with ornate columns on either side.
I’d graduated from bus station benches to outrageous affluence. These had been three very strange days.
“I’d go get your luggage but you don’t have any,” Drex said.
I untied my apron and laid it over a brown velvet chaise. “The bright side of traveling extremely light.”
“We’ve been busy with other things the last few hours,” he said, sitting on the bed. “I don’t mean to ignore the obvious.”
“It was nice to escape it for a little while,” I said. “I needed that.”
“So did I.” He watched me take off the rest of the uniform, then gestured for me to come to him.
I lay in his arms on top of the covers. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling softer, or safer, or more secure. I’d known him less than half a day, but he was my only friend.
“We can’t avoid what’s coming,” he said, his tone quiet but firm. “We need to find out what’s going on and who you are.”
That was all I’d wanted to know since waking up, but now I just wanted to stop time. “Can’t I be Jane for a couple of days?” I asked. “Do we have to rush it?”
His strong arms held me tightly. “I don’t want to rush anything, believe me. But you have a family somewhere.
Do you want them to go crazy worrying?”
Guilt washing over me, I closed my eyes. “No. I just wonder where they were when I was waking up alone.”
“It doesn’t make sense,” he said. “I get that.”
“I just met you and I want to stay here with you,” I said. “That doesn’t make sense, either.”
“After the last couple of hours, I’d say you know me better than a lot of people.”
I slid a foot away so I could look at him. “I feel like I hardly know anything about you. I’d like to know more.”
His lips curved into a reassuring smile. “Ask me anything.”
“Okay,” I said. “What’s your real life like, when you’re not here with me?”
He slid a hand behind his head. “Well, I work a lot. I travel and go out when I can, but my company comes first. I have about three hundred employees. I started the company six years ago and it’s really taken off. These aren’t pool halls for cowboys and rednecks. They’re upscale, with a wealthier clientele. They’ve done very well.”
That a man like Drex had been in Chimayo, and stopped for me, were back-to-back miracles I’d never understand. “Wow,” I said. “I’m impressed.”
“Thank you. I haven’t accomplished half of what I want to, but I’m pretty lucky considering how I started. This shouldn’t have happened to me, but it did.”
“You must have worked hard,” I said.
“I worked hard, and did what was necessary. It wasn’t pretty sometimes, but you can’t always play by the rules.” He stroked my hair back from my forehead. “I wish I could ask about your life. It must be frustrating not to know.”
“It’s weird,” I said. “This feels normal to me. I didn’t know I should remember anything until people kept asking my name and where I was from. I figured out something was wrong pretty fast.”
He rubbed my shoulder again and again in a hypnotic circle. “You said you did some things…do you want to talk about it?”
“Talk about not playing by the rules,” I said, forcing myself to smile. I might not remember much, but I knew I’d broken laws. Lots of them, probably.
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