by Desiree Holt
“One little taste, okay?” he said. “Then, if you don’t want any more, I’ll finish the bottle myself.”
“And drive home?”
“I think I can handle the wine.” His slow smile nearly curled her toes.
The waiter brought them a bottle of Sister Creek Muscat Canelli, a light white from a Texas winery and one of her favorites. When their glasses were full he touched his to hers, the ping of crystal resonating in the air.
“To a pleasant evening,” he said.
“A pleasant evening.”
The backs of his fingers just brushed hers and that same sizzle raced through her. Oh, yeah, she was in trouble here. And the worst part was, she seemed helpless to resist it. When he licked a drop of wine from his lips she wanted to replace his tongue with her own. When he gave her a slow smile, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, she squirmed in her chair, feeling moisture seep into her crotch. God, this man was lethal.
She only meant to take a little sip of the wine, but somehow her glass was suddenly empty and Kyle refilled it, teasing her that a tough sheriff like her should be able to hold a little alcohol. The problem was the wine was delicious and took the edge off her nerves that snapped and crackled with Kyle Mitchell just across the table from her.
He kept up a conversation throughout the meal, his voice low and soothing, his interest in her obviously more than just polite. When she finished her salad, he leaned across the table and brushed his thumb across her bottom lip.
“A touch of salad dressing, darlin’.” Then he slowly and deliberately licked his thumb.
Jessie squeezed her thighs together.
When he chewed and swallowed, she couldn’t stop looking at the movement of his jaw and the muscles in his throat. Whenever he refilled her wine glass, he managed to caress her fingers with his own, touch her skin lightly. She was unwillingly mesmerized, hating herself for it but unable to drag her eyes away from him.
They ordered a slice of Decadent Chocolate Surprise for dessert.
“To share,” he said, and told the waiter, “Two forks, please.”
“Oh, I think I’m too full for dessert,” she protested. She was buzzed from the wine and not exactly in possession of all her faculties. Getting home before she got into trouble was an urgent priority.
“Just a few bites,” he insisted, and flashed that killer grin. “You know what they say. Chocolate can be better than sex.”
Sex. Not a word she could afford to associate with Kyle Mitchell.
When the plate arrived, Kyle handed her one of the forks, his fingers brushing her hand. She was sure a lightning bolt had shot through her arm and directly to her cunt. Holy shit!
But if touching was bad, eating the dessert was positively lethal. When she didn’t immediately dig her fork into what was really a decadent dessert, Kyle broke off a piece with his fork and reached across the table, sliding it into her astonished mouth. He took a bite himself, then slowly and deliberately licked a speck from his lower lip.
Jessie was having trouble with her breathing and her pulse was beating in every erogenous zone in her body. But she knew Kyle wasn’t as detached as he pretended. The dark flush on his cheeks and the glitter in his eyes told her exactly how aroused he was.
“You know what I’d like to do to you, Sheriff Jessie?”
She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it. His low, smoky drawl was an aphrodisiac itself, making liquid heat rush through her.
“I think I have an idea,” she heard herself say, the tone of her voice unfamiliar to her.
“Oh, darlin’, I don’t think so.” That very wicked grin tilted his lips. “You’d be shocked at the thoughts running through my mind.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t be shocked at all,” she teased. Oh, god, what am I turning into?
“Oh, yeah? Well, first I’d like to strip you naked, turn you over my knee and spank that sexy ass until it turns a beautiful shade of red. I’d reach between your thighs and feel just how hot and wet it made you.”
Spank her? Really? Wasn’t that one of her secret fantasies? Would he be the one who was shocked if she told him that? Wait a minute. This was just supposed to be dinner, right?
Get yourself together, girl.
But her inner slut was shoving to break free and Jessie didn’t seem to have the willpower to restrain her.
She squirmed in her chair. It was already making her hot and wet and all she’d done was listen to him.
“Then maybe I’d tie you to the bed, legs spread wide, and tease your little cunt until you couldn’t stand it anymore.” He lowered his voice even more. “And believe me, sugar, I’m an expert at it.”
Jessie shivered. She had no doubt he was telling the truth. She lifted her water with a hand that trembled slightly and took a healthy swallow, her mouth suddenly dry.
“Oh, really,” was all she could think of to say, as the vivid image exploded in her mind.
“Oh, really,” he repeated, grinning again. “You’d be at my mercy, sugar. I could do anything I want to you. And you know what, Sheriff Jessie? You’d enjoy the hell out of it.”
Oh, yes. He was definitely sure of that.
“Maybe you’re all talk,” she taunted, then wondered what had gotten into her? Oh, wait, she wanted him getting into her. A shiver raced across her skin.
“By the time you feel my cock in you—in your pussy, in your mouth, even in your ass—you’d be begging so hard you’d do anything for it.”
She nearly dropped the water glass as she tried to set it back down on the table.
“Um…” Her ability to speak seemed to have left her as more images danced before her.
“What do you say we get out of here right now? I think we need to take this someplace much more private.” He winked. “Unless you’re into public exhibitions, of course.”
“Yes. I mean, no.” She cleared her throat. “I mean…I mean, yes, we should go. Right now.”
When she rose from her chair to leave, she was surprised she could actually stand. Kyle gave her a knowing smile and wrapped his arm around her.
“I can’t wait to get you back to your house,” he murmured, his warm breath caressing her ear.
“Kyle, I…”
Again he touched his finger to her lips as they walked to the exit. “We’ll start out with one kiss when I get you home, sugar. Just one little kiss.” They were out of the restaurant by now. “Just enough so I can taste those sweet, sweet lips. Maybe lick them a little with my tongue.”
She shivered and tried to tear her mind away from the image and the sensations it created.
“I’ll bet your mouth tastes like honey,” he continued, helping her into the truck and buckling her seat belt. He leaned forward and brushed his mouth across hers, the tip of his tongue tracing the line of the seam. “Yup. Just like honey. Only I need a better taste.” He slid one hand up the inside of her thigh and pressed his palm against her cunt. “Then we’ll see where we go from there.”
It’s the wine. That’s the only explanation. I knew I shouldn’t have had any.
What other reason could there be for this lassitude that enveloped her, but a lethargy that had sexual tension humming beneath it. Why didn’t she push him away when he kissed her again, his hand cupping her jaw, his tongue slipping into her mouth as if it was a familiar path? What was the matter with her? She was so turned on by his words in the restaurant that she could come just from thinking about them. This so wasn’t like her. Was she losing her mind?
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Yes, definitely losing my mind. How on earth did this happen? How did I get here? Where’s my brain when I need it?
But worse than that was the electric connection that sparked the moment he touched her. One minute Jessie found herself somehow persuaded into dinner and coaxed into splitting a bottle of wine. The next, before she could blink, they were in her bedroom, half naked, and she wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off. Hers, too. Feel that hard body naked against hers. And fuck his
brains out. She tunneled her fingers through Kyle’s mink-brown hair, feeling its rich softness as his mouth feathered light kisses along the column of her neck.
It had to be the wine. What else could melt the big wall she’d built so carefully around herself? Make her want to jump into bed with a man who only that morning she’d been barely willing to wipe her boots on?
Put a lid on it, Jessie. You don’t bring your playmates home with you.
But she knew it was way too late for that. The genie was out of the bottle and there was no putting it back. At the first touch of his tongue in her mouth, her breasts swelled and her thighs trembled, moisture collecting in her panties and every pulse in her body throbbing with a primal beat. She’d exploded like an incendiary device, all reason and caution blown away. She forgot she resented him, hated his type of macho personality. All that mattered was him. Now. And how long it had been since she’d felt even a glimmer of this kind of arousal. So here she was, nearly naked in her bedroom with him, leaning back against his hard, muscular body and imagining all the wicked things she wanted to do with him.
But what made it even worse was the little thread of something curling low inside her, a connection to Kyle Mitchell that had never happened before.
Shit, shit, shit.
His voice, close to her ear, destroyed her thought processes.
“So soft,” he murmured, his hands slipping around to cup her breasts. Her blouse and bra lay discarded somewhere on the floor. “I love your nipples, Jessie. So ripe. So firm.”
He dipped his head to pull one of them into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, grazing his teeth along its pebbled surface. She realized the soft moan she heard was coming from her.
Dragging her fingers down across his broad shoulders to his hard-muscled chest, she sifted through the crisp hair to find his flat male nipples. Dragging her fingernails across them drew a deep groan from Kyle and sent a fresh flood of cream to her pussy. Every desire, every need she’d tamped down for so many months now came flooding to the forefront, rousing the dormant streak of wildness in her.
“Naked,” she gasped, pushing away from him. “Right now.”
He pulled her back. “Or what, sugar? You’ll arrest me?”
She bit his ear. “No, but I might handcuff you.”
“Oh, yeah? That’s some big threat there. Let’s see what you got.”
She barely paid attention as they ripped off the rest of their clothing, tossing the discarded garments aside, desperate to feel skin to skin. Jessie yanked back the covers on her bed, leaving just the silk fitted sheet and the bank of pillows she slept with.
“On the bed. Now.”
She was sure it was astonishment at her boldness that made him comply so easily, because he certainly could have resisted as she pushed him backwards onto the mattress. As he tumbled down, her eyes were drawn like a moth to light to his cock, jutting thick and proud from a nest of dark brown curls.
Holy shit!
Jessie swallowed. Could she actually take all of him inside her? The image sent fresh bolts of lust slicing through her.
Kyle’s lips curved in an absolutely lethal grin. “Like what you see, sugar?”
“Mmm,” was all she could say.
He was watching her with a combination of humor and rampant hunger in his eyes, obviously waiting to see what she’d do next. She took a moment to drink in the sight of his body. It was just as hard and lean as she’d imagined, his muscles like thick ropes beneath his skin. Broad shoulders and a wide chest tapered down to lean hips and long, muscular legs.
Beautiful! she breathed silently.
Barely able to restrain herself from leaping onto him, she reached in the nightstand drawer for the extra set of handcuffs she kept there and waved them in Kyle’s face.
“Let’s see if I can make you enjoy being restrained this time,” she told him in a husky voice.
His eyes widened. “What? Wait…”
But with a minimum of movement she’d snapped a cuff around one wrist, threaded the connecting chain through the slat in her headboard and locked the other cuff around his opposite wrist.
There. That’s what I want. And right now.
Barely acknowledging that she had lost all semblance of control, she straddled his body, leaned forward and licked his lips, loving the taste of the wine they’d shared that still lingered there. He opened his mouth with no urging, and she thrust her tongue inside. As she swept it around every inner surface, her hands drifted to his chest and again her fingers found his nipples. She scraped her nails across them, loving the sound of his indrawn breath and the flexing of the muscles in his stomach. She did it again, and again, taking her time, teasing each millimeter of the pebbled surface.
When she bent her head and licked each nipple over and over, he strained against the heat of her mouth. A light nip at each had him groaning and trying to heave his body upward.
Jessie looked at him, licking her lips. “Uh, uh, uh. My game, my rules.”
“Unlock these handcuffs,” Kyle said in a gritty voice. “And I’ll show you whose rules we’ll play by.”
She gave him a wicked grin. “But I’m not through having fun yet.”
Deliberately wiggling her ass along his body, she shimmied until she could kneel between his thighs. Watching him carefully, she cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped the fingers of the other around his swollen shaft. When she delicately swiped her tongue across the velvet surface of the head, he jerked against his restraints and tightened his thighs against her.
“Jesus, Jessie. Careful. I think I’m nearly ready to come.”
“So soon?” she teased. “I haven’t really had time to play yet.”
She drew her tongue slowly along the length of his cock, up one side and down the other, feeling it jump and flex in her grasp. Very deliberately she traced the vein pulsing beneath the soft skin before dipping into the slit at the top of the head and scooping up the bead of liquid seeping from it. She repeated the motion over and over, never taking her eyes from Kyle’s face, her fingers stroking the soft sac of his testicles. His thighs tightened and his chest rose and fell as his breathing hitched erratically. The air in the room was redolent with the musk of their joint arousal, a fragrance that heightened every one of her senses.
“Jessie, Jessie, Jessie.” His voice was rough and raw as his body responded to her, his hands yanking again and again at the manacles. “Shit, Jessie. Your mouth is about to burn me alive. Let me touch you. Please.”
Jessie simply shook her head. A good part of the arousal racing through her body was the knowledge that he was restrained, unable to touch her, could only lie there at her mercy, for whatever she chose to do to him. It had been so long since she’d been able to do this. So long since she could let her dark desires take over.
For one brief moment she wondered what he thought of a woman who was this brazen, this aggressive, this outrageous. Usually she didn’t care. Playtime was all she was interested in. But Kyle Mitchell had latched onto her in a secret place somewhere. But then she forced herself not to care, to focus only on the pleasure here and now.
When she raised one hand, delicately licked the fingers and then slipped them down in the cleft of his ass, he groaned loudly and bucked his hips.
“God, woman,” he rasped. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
“Making you feel good,” she said slyly and closed her lips over his cock, pulling him deep into her mouth.
The pleasure, the pleasure. Concentrate on the pleasure.
Her own body was in such a high state of arousal she was afraid she’d come while kneeling there. Holy Hannah, she hadn’t been this turned on in months. And with Kyle Mitchell, the man she’d been in such a hurry to kick out of her jail? How could she have gone from practically hating the man one minute to wanting to devour him the next. She wondered what he’d say if she showed him some of her toys and asked him to play. Just the thought of that sent delicious shivers skittering over her skin.<
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As his cock continued to swell and flex in her mouth, she massaged the sensitive area of his cleft, pressing her moistened fingertips against the puckered opening of his anus.
What will he think if I do this? If I slide my finger inside his ass and find that male hot spot? Will he be angry? Demand I not do this?
Kyle jerked, his body tightening like a fist and another groan of pleasure rumbled up from his chest. Jessie was completely engrossed in what she was doing now. In fact, she loved what she was doing, pleasuring a man with her mouth and showing him that his rear opening could be just as sensitive and responsive as a woman’s.
Without increasing her tempo, she continued to draw the thick erection deeper into her mouth and press the tip of one finger into Kyle’s hot rectum. Oh, yes, she definitely wanted to show him some of her toys. Explain how she could enhance his climax. Make him come harder than he ever had in his life. She shivered just thinking about it, the pulse in her vagina beating in triple time, her hungry cunt begging for something to fill it.
A long breath hissed from his mouth when her finger plunged to the first knuckle, his inner muscles clenching around her when her finger pushed all the way in. Yes, yes, yes. Pleasuring a man—the right man—made Jessie so horny she nearly lost her mind.
Then, as easily as she’d started, she stopped. Not too much, not too fast, she reminded herself. When she leaned back on her heels, lightly stroking Kyle’s penis with one hand while the other continued to probe his rear entrance, she had to grit her teeth to keep from climbing on top of him and taking him inside her. Right now.
“You like that?” Her voice was husky, thick with her desire.
“God, yes.” The words burst from his mouth. “Jessie, I don’t know if I can hang on much longer, and I damn well want to be inside you.”
A muscle twitched in his jaw, and she could see he was barely hanging onto his control. He yanked on the handcuffs again and his hard-as-steel muscles flexed against her.
“Not yet,” she teased. “Not quite yet. I have something I want from you first.”
