by Darcy Burke
She gasped and brought her head up, locking her gaze with his.
“I’d rip your clothes off, but since they’re all you have, I’ll be gentle.”
“I appreciate you not ripping them, but please, don’t be gentle.”
Her words stoked the heat swirling in the pit of his belly. His cock was already hard, but now it turned to stone.
He found the hem of her shirt and drew it up, exposing the smooth plane of her stomach. She lifted her arms as she swept the garment over her head and tossed it aside.
Her bra was pale green, bereft of any feminine adornment such as lace or bows, but her breasts filled it perfectly, their soft curves arching up from the cups. He leaned down and kissed the top of one, sweeping his tongue over her warm flesh. He felt her shiver.
He looked down at her shorts—khaki Bermudas. Her long, slender legs stretched out below them, and her feet were encased in brown wedge sandals. It was a hot, sassy look—the heels with the shorts. It surprised him a little, since she was such a good little doctor, always trying to keep him at arm’s length. Or so he’d thought. Please, don’t be gentle.
He swallowed as anticipation spiked his lust.
“Kyle.” Her sultry voice—God, it did things to him he didn’t understand—broke through the cloud of passion that had overtaken his brain. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes.” Thank God. At least two, he was sure. Not carrying a spare almost ensured a disaster. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and withdrew one, then tossed it on the bed. “Do you want champagne now or later?”
She unbuttoned her shorts and slid the zipper down. “Later.” She shimmied out of the garment and kicked it from her foot.
His mouth watered at the sight of her in bra and panties and sexy shoes.
“You like the shoes on?”
He jerked his head up, having been caught staring at them. “You have really sexy feet.”
She laughed, a dark provocative sound that fed his need. “I’m not sure I believe that, but whatever turns you on.”
He slipped his forefingers under her bra straps and slid them from her shoulders. “You.” He pushed the undergarment down, stripping it from her breasts until they spilled forth. “Turn.” Moving his hands to her back, he unclasped the bra. “Me.” He dropped it to the floor and lowered his head to her breast. “On.”
He closed his mouth over the tip, his hand cupping the underside and holding her captive to his tongue. She moaned as her fingers tangled in his hair and gripped his head. He fed on her, licking and teasing her flesh before moving to the other and performing the same. He used both hands to cup her, loving the size and feel of her—so soft and so smooth—and squeezed one nipple as he tongued the other.
Her legs quivered, and she clutched at his shoulders. She picked at his shirt, managing to pull it up his back. He let go of her long enough to tear it over his head and thrust it aside. Then her fingers dug into his shoulder blades.
He scooped her up and laid her back across the bed. She was breathtaking with her dark hair, hooded eyes, dusky-tipped breasts, and slender legs spread over the white bed and its shock of red rose petals.
Nearly ripping his button from his shorts, he shucked them but paused with his hands on the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“Take them off,” she said, her voice husky and commanding.
He peeled them away slowly, enjoying the way her eyes followed his every movement. But then her gaze locked on his erection, and he wondered if he’d make it to the bed. She was seriously fucking with his self-control.
He climbed over her and straddled her hips. Her gaze was still glued to his cock as she licked her lips. He considered continuing upward and giving her what she clearly wanted, but he was too far gone and knew that if she put her mouth on him, he’d never get to where he wanted.
“You’re still wearing panties,” he said, running his fingertip along the upper edge.
She looked up at him finally, and he’d never seen her eyes darker. “You haven’t taken them off.”
“And that’s my job?” he asked playfully, running his finger inside the soft cotton and teasing her flesh. She arched up, urging him lower, but he didn’t comply. “You look so fucking beautiful like this. With the white and the roses.” He scooped up a handful of petals and spread them over her breasts and stomach. The crimson against her skin tantalized him. He plucked up a single petal and lightly grazed it over her lips. She sucked in a breath, and he dragged the petal over her chin and down her neck, sweeping lower to her chest and encircling first one nipple and then the other. He skimmed it lower, gliding over her abdomen, then leaving it over the cleft of her belly button.
With quick, fluid movements, he swung his legs over her until he knelt beside her, then raked her underwear down her legs.
She gasped with the swiftness of his act, her hips jerking up with surprise. With quick flicks of his fingers, he unbuckled her shoes and tossed them to the floor.
He moved over her again, kneeling between her thighs. She pulled his head down to hers for a wet kiss.
He groped on the bed for the condom, rejecting several rose petals before his fingers closed around the wrapper. He tore the package open between them and rolled the rubber over his cock.
“I’m on the pill too, if you care.”
“I care.” He finished with the condom and touched her, his finger gliding along her folds. He pressed in, finding her wet and ready. “I care about everything to do with you, Maggie.” He found her clit with his thumb and massaged lightly. She sucked in air and closed her eyes. “Right now, I care very much that you enjoy this. Are you enjoying this?”
He increased his pressure, attending to her clit and stroking her cleft. She moaned the word “yes,” and her pelvis rotated, urging him on.
“Good. I wanted to be sure. This is happening faster than I would’ve normally preferred, but thanks to your brilliance, we have all night. And champagne. And a hot tub.” He thrust his finger inside and drove deep.
She rose up off the bed. “Yes. Yes.”
He pressed harder on her clit and added a second finger, opening her slick channel. Her legs came up and spread wider. He kissed her mouth hungrily, his tongue mimicking the stroke of his fingers. She moved her hips, fucking him, her body begging him for release. He worked his thumb faster and plunged hard and deep. She cried out as her muscles tensed around him.
Withdrawing his hand, he immediately grasped his cock and pushed inside of her while her orgasm still wracked her body. Her thighs clenched around him, and he lost any semblance of control.
Her fingers dug into the flesh of his ass, urging him deeper. He pumped into her, moving fast and frenzied. There was no gradual build, just hot pleasure sweeping over him as his balls tightened. He moved within her, clasping her hip and cradling the side of her head. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as incoherent sounds left her lips.
Her thighs gripped his waist, and her inner muscles clenched his cock as another orgasm claimed her. It was all he needed to plummet right over the edge. He had no reason, no restraint, no mercy. He drove into her again and again. Please, don’t be gentle.
He reached down and clasped the back of her knee, lifting her leg and opening her even wider. She made a sound like a growl and raked her nails across his lower back. His blood roared in his ears as he came. There was a sound, a low cry that he realized came from him, but he didn’t care.
Her hand covered his behind her knee, holding him there until their pace slowed. Until sense began to return. He let go, and she did too, both of them slumping with a wave of satisfied exhaustion. At least, he hoped she was satisfied.
If her intense reactions and eager participation were any indication, then yeah, she was satisfied. He smiled, adjusting his weight so he was only half-lying on her. He laid his hand over her breast, claiming but not arousing her. Later.
She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Definitely later.”
Apparently he’d said
that out loud. It seemed as though he had no control over himself in her presence. No, that wasn’t exactly true. He’d avoided going to the casino. She’d saved him from himself.
Chapter Nine
MAGGIE POLISHED OFF her second glass of champagne after finishing the delicious room service dinner they’d ordered. They sat at the small table—Kyle wearing his shorts and nothing else, and Maggie garbed in her underwear and Kyle’s shirt. Her hair was an unbelievable rat’s nest, but Kyle had insisted she leave it down. He said he liked the wild way it tumbled around her shoulders and that it reminded him of how thorough and pleasurable the sex had been.
She squirmed in her chair, just about ready for the “later” he’d promised. She’d almost forgotten what sex had felt like, and now that she remembered, she was desperate to do it again. With him.
“That was a great steak,” he said, finishing his dinner and leaning back in his chair. He noted her empty glass. “More champagne? There’s a little left.”
She held out her glass. “Sure, why not? We’re not going anywhere.”
He grinned. “No, we are not.” He poured out the rest of the bottle—half in her glass and half in his. He took a drink and then set the glass down, sitting back in his chair.
After sipping from her glass, she lifted her foot and set it in his lap. He arched a brow as she massaged his thigh with her toes. His warm palm covered the top of her foot. “You are a temptress, do you know that?”
She shrugged, but she knew the answer. No, she wasn’t. Or at least hadn’t been until now. Mark hadn’t liked her to take the initiative in the bedroom. He’d wanted a submissive—not like with a true domination type of relationship, but close enough that it had made her uneasy, and she’d grown more and more uncomfortable over time.
Thinking about that doused her ardor, and she pulled her foot away.
“Hey.” He reached for her, but she turned in her chair, moving her legs out of his range. “Maggie?”
She took another drink of champagne and got up. “Ready for the hot tub?”
“Sure.”
She heard the uncertainty in his voice but chose to ignore it. Pulling his shirt over her head, she tossed it at the foot of the bed and then stripped her underwear away.
They’d filled the tub while they’d eaten. She turned the water off and tested it. Delightfully hot.
She climbed in and settled herself on one of the narrow benches. It was a small tub—larger than a jetted tub in a bathroom but smaller than a hot tub you’d find on someone’s deck.
He got in on the other side, having divested himself of his shorts. She noted he was already half-stiff and suppressed a smile. The controls were on his side. He pressed a button, and the jets started, sending a whirlwind of bubbles around them.
She closed her eyes and sank deeper, resting her head on the side. The sound of the jets and the heat of the water lulled her, relaxing her after her mind had taken that unfortunate detour.
A pinch on her nipple drew a gasp from her throat, and her eyes shot open.
Kyle was directly in front of her, his fingers teasing her breast. “They were taunting me. Just bobbing here.” He caressed her flesh as he stared into her eyes.
The subtle pain he’d just inflicted reminded her of Mark. And that pissed her off. She wanted to enjoy this. God, had he ruined her forever?
Kyle’s eyes narrowed slightly before he dipped his head and drew her nipple into his mouth. His lips and tongue moved over her so softly, so reverently, all of her tension melted away. She clasped his head, running her fingers through his hair, which was growing damp from the steam.
His hand moved between her thighs, his fingers finding her center. He’d touched her so expertly earlier, and her body responded, hoping for an encore. She opened her legs wider and pushed into his hand. He drew her breast more deeply into his mouth, suckling her flesh while his finger stroked into her heat.
She laid her head back on the edge of the tub and closed her eyes, giving herself up to the sensations. His head came up, and he palmed the back of her neck, bringing her up to meet his mouth for a blistering kiss. He rose higher, driving his tongue into her mouth as his fingers copied the intrusion between her legs. He picked up speed, and she met his thrusts, desperate for the orgasm she sensed within reach.
But then he withdrew his fingers and pulled his head back. She looked up into his eyes, which had turned dark and fierce.
“Please,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”
“I have to. Move up.” He clasped her hips and lifted her off the seat.
She followed his lead, rising until her thighs emerged from the water.
He guided her back to sit on the edge and parted her legs. “Much better.”
He picked up where he left off, stroking her clit and brushing her folds, but he didn’t enter her again. She squirmed on the tile, wanting—no, needing—more.
He splayed his palms on her inner thighs and licked along her slit. His thumbs opened her wide, and he plunged his tongue in deep.
Her head fell back as ecstasy rushed over her. She was so close she could taste it, but she wanted to prolong this joy, this exquisite sensation. Mark hadn’t liked doing this to her and had convinced her she wasn’t missing much. Now she knew how wrong she’d been, and she wanted to string Mark up by his testicles.
Kyle suckled her clit, and she came up off the tile with a sharp gasp. His finger pumped into her, fucking her while he pulled on her flesh with his lips and teeth. Her thighs quivered as her muscles clenched, heralding her orgasm.
He pushed her over the edge into shocking bliss, his mouth and fingers doing things she never imagined. She came hard and fast, the world crashing around her, leaving her in warm, euphoric darkness. But he didn’t stop, and the sensations were too much. She was going to die.
She tried to pull back, just for a second, but he held her fast. His mouth gentled, but he continued his assault. Rapture streamed over her, wringing every bit of pleasure from her body, leaving her weak and sated. And full of wonder.
Kyle pulled her from the edge of the tub, sliding her back into the water. She opened her eyes and blushed at the knowing, almost arrogant look he gave her.
“You tried to get away from me,” he said, his tone almost scolding. “Next time I’ll tie you to the bed so you can’t move.”
She couldn’t stop her reaction and knew the color must have drained from her face.
His expression darkened, and now he was the ones with lines on his forehead. He touched her shoulder. “Maggie, what’s wrong?”
She considered evading the question, but they shared an openness she hadn’t experienced with anyone in a long time, maybe ever. “My ex liked to do that.”
“What, tie you up?”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t mind it at first. But he used it as a means to control our relationship.” Her pulse sped, and cold sweat broke out on her neck despite the heat of the water. “He liked me to feel helpless and weak so that he could ‘save’ me.”
Kyle’s eyes darkened. “Did he hurt you?” His voice was deceptively soft, but she heard the edge in his tone.
“Not physically, though I was afraid it might come to that. It’s one of the reasons I broke things off.”
“If I ever meet this guy . . .”
Flattered by his defense of her, she pushed over to him and grazed her breasts against his chest. “You won’t. He’s gone for good. Like I told you, I haven’t heard from him in over a year.”
“He might be gone from your life, but he’s still here.” He pointed to her head. “Is there any chance he’s here too?” He lightly touched her chest, just over her heart.
She laid her hand over his, pressing it flat against her breast. “No chance at all.” She exhaled, wishing her champagne buzz were a little stronger. “I haven’t been with anyone since him, so doing this, being here with you . . . it’s hard not to think of before.”
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nbsp; He brushed her damp hair back from her face and kissed her lightly. “I will do whatever it takes to help you forget. Even if it’s nothing at all.”
Was he saying that he’d end their spontaneous romantic getaway? She didn’t want that. She wanted to banish Mark forever. And she wanted Kyle to be the one she remembered. When they went their separate ways, she wanted to think of this night and smile.
She slipped her hands around his neck, loving the feel of his corded muscles. “You’ve done a pretty good job of putting me in the here and now. What you just did—my ex almost never did that. So congratulations on creating a singular memory that is one hundred percent Kyle Archer.”
His lips spread into a lazy grin. “I’d say my work here is done, but I think I’m only just getting started, from the sounds of it.”
“Undoubtedly.” She reached down and grasped his cock. It was hard and hot and, of course, wet from the water. She slowly stroked him from base to tip.
He clutched the back of her neck and kissed her, spearing his tongue into her mouth. She increased her pressure on his cock and picked up speed. He massaged her back and moved lower to her ass, palming one cheek and bringing her closer so that she could barely continue her handjob.
“I can’t wait, and I can’t use a condom in here.” He stood up quickly, sloshing water out of the tub with his movement. He climbed out onto the narrow tile floor surrounding the tub and helped her do the same.
He snagged her against him, their bodies hot and slick. He slid his hand along her neck and drew her mouth to his, ravishing her with a wild hunger that was answered in her core and spread through her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm.
She snatched a towel from the hook on the wall and moved away from him to spread it on the couch. He followed, his gaze dark and intense. She pointed for him to sit. He arched a brow but complied. When he was seated, his cock jutted up, eager and impressive.
“Condom?” She remembered him saying he had a couple more in his wallet and that he’d taken them out, but she didn’t know where he’d put them.
“On the nightstand.”
