Dark Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 6)

by James, Marysol

  He grinned at her incoherence, since it meant that, sure enough, he’d found what he’d been looking for. Watching her closely, knowing that this was going to be incredible to watch, he pushed again, gently stroked inside. At the same time, he pressed his thumb down on her clit. Stroked and pressed once; twice; three times. And that was when she detonated.

  Shay’s orgasm ripped through her body almost violently, and she gripped the headboard so hard, she thought she might actually break it between her hands. The wave of release went on and on, and dimly, she was aware that he was kissing her. Her moans and cries were swallowed by his mouth, and she let herself be washed away by it all, lost in it all: the sensation, and the heat, and the pleasure.

  And most of all, she let herself get lost in this gentle, rough man… this man who she was starting to realize was a gift. Not one she could keep, but one that she’d accepted with an open heart.

  Warren felt her go limp against him, and he lifted his head to stare down at her. Her sweet face was flushed a glowing pink, and her small breasts were rising and falling in an erratic rhythm as she struggled to catch her breath. He slid his hand from her hair down to her cheek.

  “My God, Shay.” He heard the wonder in his own voice. “That was incredible.”

  “For – me – too,” she panted. “Oh – my – God…”

  Warren laughed, dropped his lips to hers in a fast kiss. Her eyes flickered open, and he saw nothing but female satisfaction staring back at him. Yeah, Shay had come, come like he’d dreamt about her coming, and he was already ready to do it all again. Many, many times.

  For now, though, he wrapped his arms around her still-quivering body, rolled her on to her side. He cradled her against his chest, waited for her to calm. And in a funny way, he liked this part almost as much as the actual climax: having her so soft and relaxed against him was almost as good as having her shaking and crying out under him.

  Almost. Pretty damn close.

  When she’d recovered, he pulled back to gaze at her. “OK?”

  “Oh, Jesus.” She mouthed a kiss to his bare chest. “So OK.”

  “Ready for more?”

  She started. “More?”

  “Mmm-hmmm.” Making sure that she was watching him, he raised his fingers to his mouth, sucked her sweetness off them with a low moan. She gasped, wondering if she’d ever been hotter than she was right this second. “I want to taste you.”

  “Oh,” she squeaked. “I –”

  “You good with me doing that, baby?” he asked, holding her close. “Or is that too much?”

  Shay bit her lip, struggling with herself. The truth was that she’d never really liked oral sex. She’d never been able to fully relax when a man was down there, and even though she knew it was probably mind-blowing for most women, for her it had always been just pleasant. It was something to do before getting to the main event, and she’d always been puzzled by all the raving about it.

  Well, if there was any man who’d show her the secret joys of oral sex, she’d bet that it was Warren Kane. So she took a deep breath, opened her mouth.

  “I’ve never really enjoyed that,” she said, opting for honesty. “But – I want to try with you.”

  “You sure? We don’t have to, you know.” His smile was hungry again as he contemplated her flushed body. “I’m happy to just use my fingers… I know you enjoyed that.”

  “I just – I’ve never really relaxed enough to… to enjoy it.” She blushed, wondering if she sounded like an idiot. “Maybe we can – take it slow?”

  “Slow it is, kitten.” He kissed her, and she was surprised to taste herself on his tongue. It was sweet, tangy, earthy, and she found the mix of him and her intoxicating. “You ready?”

  She nodded, already sure that this was going to be amazing.

  He kissed his way down her body, taking his time, letting her get used to his mouth all over her skin. He moved lower, lower, and when he planted hot, slow kisses on her inner thighs, Shay started to tingle.

  After a few minutes of these teasing kisses and slow licks up and down her body, her hands reached for him, started to push his head down to her pussy, and he smiled. Yeah, he’d been waiting for her to give him a sign that she was ready for more… and what better sign than Shay directing him for her own pleasure? He let her guide him to her sex, let her lift her hips to his mouth.

  “Warren,” she groaned. “Do it. Please… please… do it. Now.”

  Without a word, he gently used his thumbs to open her to his gaze.

  Holy Lord. So. Damn. Beautiful.

  Her clit peeked out from between her glistening lower lips, begging for his tongue, for his mouth. He leaned in, inhaled deeply, loving her scent. Loving everything about this woman.

  Shay squirmed. She thought that she’d be embarrassed at having Warren kneeling between her splayed thighs, holding her open and just staring at her, breathing her in… but she wasn’t. He so clearly appreciated what he saw, and that ramped her own arousal up and beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. She was exposed in every single way possible – and she was loving it.

  “Ready, baby?’ he said now, his voice guttural.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good,” he said, and then his mouth was on her.

  Shay’s scream took her aback: never in her life had she screamed with pleasure. Not once, not with anyone. But Warren blew all of her expectations right out of the water, broke every single rule that she’d ever known. And suddenly, she knew that she was going to understand real, true physical pleasure with a man.

  At last.

  Helpless to it, she gyrated against his mouth, stroking herself against him, loving the added friction of his beard on her most sensitive flesh. When he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her, she let him. And when he licked the whole length of her pussy, drinking up every drop of her honeyed need, she wrapped her long legs around his neck, pulling him close, as close as she could get him.

  “Warren.” She was going to beg now, and damned if she wasn’t usually fine with doing that. “I need more.”

  “And you’ll get it, kitten.” He tongued her little button, held her hips in place as she jumped. “But I thought you wanted to take it slow.”

  “Fuck taking it slow,” she gritted out. “I want it fast.”

  “Yeah?” Torturously slowly, he took her clit between his lips, rubbed and sucked, then flicked it with his tongue. “You sure about that?”

  “Yes,” she hissed, done playing. “You’re going to kill me.”

  “Maybe.” He licked circles around her clit, almost touching it, but not quite. “Just a little bit.”

  “Warren…”

  Her next words were knocked clean out of her chest as he took her with his mouth. His tongue was inside her now, where his fingers had been just moments before, and her body welcomed him back in. God, he’d just been there, he’d just left – and she’d missed him. It felt like she’d been empty and yearning for years, not minutes.

  He filled her. He completed her. He helped her to be whole.

  Shit. I’m so, so dead where this man is concerned.

  Warren’s movements were speeding up, and she just let it happen. He alternated between thrusting his tongue deep and hard, and gently stroking her sweet pearl. Over and over, he repeated the motions, and her whole body started to shake with the need to go over the edge.

  He denied it to her, though. He kept her right there, so damn close, but not close enough. Teasing her, tantalizing her, showing her that he controlled her orgasm, and that she was going to come only when he decided that she would.

  Frantic now, almost crazed, Shay gripped his hair, held his mouth right where she needed it the most.

  “Please,” she cried, in a voice that sounded nothing at all like her own. “Please, please, please…”

  Taki
ng pity on her at last – and dangerously close to coming himself – he relented. With his lips, Warren clamped down on her swollen, throbbing clit, and slid two fingers inside her at the same time. He reached for the spot that had driven her insane just five minutes before, found it, pushed hard, even as he worked her button without mercy.

  Shay reared up, her whole body coming up and off the bed, her toes curling. And when she came, it was the single most explosive climax that she’d ever known. It was an all-over orgasm, a total-body release. Her tiny bud pulsed against his wicked tongue; her tight inner walls clenched around his fingers; her whole body vibrated and rippled under him.

  It was pure, unadulterated pleasure… and it went on forever.

  When it finally started to fade and recede, Shay opened her eyes. The room was spinning, and she slammed them shut again, wondering if she was going to pass out. Leave it to Warren to make her come so hard, she was dizzy.

  Yeah, the man was dangerous to her. Mostly to her heart, of course, but also to her body and her mind. He was dangerous and he was addictive, and she needed him again. Already.

  Carefully, he withdrew his fingers, sliding out of her silken sheath easily. He lifted himself up and over her shaking body, gave her a tender kiss on her forehead.

  “Easy, baby.” He held Shay loosely, waiting for her to open her eyes so he could check her. “Shhhh, now. I got you.”

  She whimpered again, buried her face in his chest. He stroked her hair, felt her calm under his hands. When she finally gazed up at him, his heart swelled: she looked amazing. So beautiful and sated and glowing. He wanted to be the only man who ever made her look this way, and he felt a crunch of regret in his chest that he probably wasn’t going to be.

  Pushing away his pettiness with a herculean effort, Warren kissed her nose. “You good?”

  “Unnnhhh,” she groaned. “Mmmmmm.”

  “Can’t talk?”

  “Nuuuhhh.”

  “Awesome.” He kissed her again, jealous and possessive of her in this blissed-out state, and fuck being the bigger man about any of it. “That means you enjoyed yourself.”

  “Mmmm-hmmmm.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

  “Oh, Christ, baby. Thank you. I’ve never loved anything more, I promise you.”

  She sighed, and he tucked her head under his chin, and just held on. A few minutes passed and he wondered if she’d fallen asleep, but then she spoke.

  “Warren?”

  “Yeah, honey?”

  “Can I – is it OK if I –” She shifted a bit, clearly uncomfortable. “Can I touch you too? Taste you?”

  His heart literally stopped dead in his chest. “You mean –”

  “Yes.” Her hand drifted down his body, over the muscles of his stomach, stroked him through his boxers. “Here.”

  “Holy crap,” he breathed. “Shay… you don’t have to –”

  “I want to.” She hesitated, choosing her next words carefully. “I want to try, with you. For you.”

  Her words smashed through the haze of his arousal, and he tipped her chin up. He saw fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and he knew why. He was sure – sure with everything that he had – that she’d been forced to go down on those goddamn MC pricks. Forced to suck them until they came in her mouth, maybe on her face, and his whole body went tense with anger and disgust. If she was scared of this, he wouldn’t be the slightest bit shocked.

  “You don’t have to,” he repeated, trying to keep his voice level. “I promise, it’s OK.”

  “Can I try?” she asked. “You won’t be… disappointed?”

  “Never,” Warren rasped, hating that her self-confidence had been so shattered by those monsters. “Never, ever, kitten. Not with you.”

  “So… can we try?”

  He smiled, held her eyes, rolled on to his back. Moving slowly, he stretched out and then tucked his hands under his pillow, showing her that she was in control here.

  “Yeah,” he said, husky and low. “Yeah, we can.”

  She exhaled in relief. “Alright.”

  He lifted his head. “Shay?”

  She looked at him, silent.

  “You change your mind, you stop. It’s OK. I won’t be mad, and I won’t force you to carry on. You get me?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “You really get me?” he insisted. “This is your choice. You don’t want to do this, you say so.”

  “I will. I promise.”

  He searched her entire body for a lie, but saw nothing. A bit more relaxed now, he lowered his head back to the pillow, nailed his eyes on her face.

  “Up here, baby,” he ordered her. “Kiss me.”

  She came without hesitation, gave him her mouth. He kept his hands under the pillow, kept his lips soft. He wanted her to set the pace here – and that started with a kiss.

  As she moved her lips over his, he felt her confidence grow. Shy and slow, her hands started to glide over his upper body, and he was astounded at just how good her touch felt.

  It occurred to him that while he’d had his hands – and now his mouth – all over her delectable little body, she’d barely touched his. He’d washed her when she’d been sick, and he’d carried her when she couldn’t walk; he’d held her when she’d cried, and he’d given her two fantastic orgasms. But she hadn’t really explored his body, and so he just lay back, gave her the space and time that she needed to play, and to get comfortable.

  Shay couldn’t believe that she finally had her hands on the man. That this hard, muscular body was hers to stroke, nibble, lick, kiss. She didn’t know where to begin, really, but she was damn well going to begin. This man was a fantasy-come-to-life, and he was at her mercy.

  She wasn’t sure how she ended up running her tongue over the tattoos on his upper arms and chest, but he seemed to like it as much as she did, so she kept going. She traced the curve of his pecs, then flicked his nipples. He arched a bit at that, and gave a low groan.

  “Shay…”

  “Hmmm?”

  “Again.”

  She smiled, then did as he asked. She saw the muscles in his arms flex and strain, and she knew that he was fighting to keep his hands in place. The sight of his voluntary helplessness did something to her – something dark and powerful. It made her feel… naughty. Sexy. Powerful.

  With renewed confidence, she started to lick her way down his body, kissing the fading bruise on his chest, then running her tongue over every curve and indentation. When she reached that sexy ‘v’ just above the waistband of his underwear, she turned all of her attention to worshipping it. As far as Shay was concerned, there was nothing hotter on a man’s body – and she was going to enjoy this.

  She ran her tongue up and down the deep groove on his left hip, kissed her way across his stomach, licked the right one. Warren’s breath was harsh now, and his erection tented his boxers away from his body. She took her time, though, letting her hot breath gently travel over his hardness through the thin material.

  Meanwhile, Warren was in hell. Or maybe in heaven. He couldn’t decide, and he kept changing his mind back and forth. She was the sexiest woman that he’d ever had in his bed, so having her kiss him like this was like touching a tiny piece of heaven.

  However, the woman was also a master tease, a marvel of sweet seduction. She knew what she was doing to him, and she so clearly loved driving him crazy. So Shay was also a she-devil straight out of hell… and Warren was seconds away from begging her to stop.

  Or maybe he was seconds away from begging her to never stop.

  It was a toss-up, really.

  When she tugged his boxers down and off, he gave a strangled groan, fisted the pillow in his hands. Dear sweet God, what this woman was doing to him should be illegal, and she hadn’t even gotten her mouth anywhere near
his cock yet. He hoped he’d be able to last longer than a minute. If he could do that, then he’d believe in miracles.

  She immediately tested his resolve by running that hot little tongue up and down his entire length, making damn sure to pause at the tip and lick the pearly liquid that appeared with every pass. The urge to touch her was nearly overwhelming now, but he kicked it down, hard. She needed to know that she was safe with him – and that started with him being a man of his word.

  Being a man of his word sucked right this minute, though.

  Key word here, man: sucked. Argh. Help. Help.

  Shay was astonished how much she was enjoying doing this for Warren. She’d been prepared to do it to please him, to make him feel good… but she hadn’t been prepared to like it. But she did like it. No, scratch that. She loved it.

  She loved hearing him groan as she kissed him; loved feeling his muscles tense and jump under her fingertips and lips; loved tasting his salty-sweet pre-cum. Most of all, she loved feeling so free with a man’s body. Free to just enjoy it, without guilt, or shame, or fear.

  He was starting to shake and writhe under her now, so she paused, waited for him to glance down at her. When he did, she shot him a little grin, and she watched his eyes darken.

  “You ready?” she asked him, her fingers busy stroking his steely length, caressing his balls.

  “Fuck, uhhhhhh,” he responded, and she understood him. After all, she’d just been speaking in monosyllabic grunts fifteen minutes earlier. “Shay… baby…”

  She gave him one last, soft kiss on his crown, then she opened her mouth, moved down him in one smooth, constant glide. She reached his root, gave a gentle suck, slid up again, swirled her tongue around his head. Then did it again, and again.

  Warren cried out, a sound that was torn from the darkest depths of his heart. Fuck, the woman was incredible at this, and he fought to keep his lower body on the bed. It was impossible, though; it was like holding back the ocean. It was too big, too much, too intense. It was undeniable, and it was not going to allow itself to be denied. He had to move.

  Gently, slowly, trying so damn hard to not scare her, he lifted himself as she slid down his cock, meeting her sweet mouth, then he lowered his hips to the mattress as she pulled back. She didn’t mind his participation at all, and thank Christ for that, because in about ten seconds, he was about to have the strongest orgasm of his life.