Seducing Allie: Seattle Steam, Book 3

by Shelli Stevens

  “Oh, you’re such a nice girl.” Lorraine sighed and shook her head. “I don’t envy you. I love my son, but I swear when that man gets so much as a cold he reverts to a whiney four-year-old.”

  Allison started the engine and giggled. “Oh, then it’s not just me? I thought for sure he was just pulling that on me because I’m a sucker for it.”

  “Nope.” Lorraine shook her head and winked. “That’s the other reason I didn’t go inside.”

  Allison’s smile widened as she put the SUV in reverse. Interestingly enough, but she was beginning to think she and Clint’s mom would get along just fine.

  Where had it all gone wrong? Clint dropped his head back against the pillows and groaned.

  It had all seemed perfect this morning. Sure, he was sick and it sucked beyond suckage, but Allison was here. She’d been so sweet and nurturing, so quick to take care of him.

  Even while in the throes of this God-awful virus, he’d wanted her. Last night. This morning. And when she’d returned from the store, he’d been ready to convince her to climb into bed with him again. Find a reason to hold her, to touch her.

  Oh God, to touch her. The blood stirred in his dick and he groaned. The groan irritated his throat enough to make him start to cough.

  The jerky movements of his body knocked the remote control off the bed. It bounced, hitting a button that turned the channel to Lifetime before landing halfway across the room. His eyes widened in horror as a crying woman replaced the baseball game.

  Shit. The thought of getting out of bed and walking over to get it made him tired just thinking about it.

  And Allison wasn’t here anymore to get it for him. He scowled and reached for the tea, now lukewarm.

  No, Allie was now out to lunch with his mother. Who in the hell would have seen this coming?

  He downed the rest of the tea and collapsed back against the pillows—resigned to his fate.

  Two hours must have passed before he heard the front door slam again. He was so wrapped up in the show on the television, he barely glanced up when Allison came up the stairs.

  “Hey? How are you feeling?” she asked softly, coming over to the bed to sit down beside him.

  “Huh?” He jerked his gaze away from the movie and blinked, distracted now.

  “Oh my God, are you crying?”

  He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. “No. No of course not. How was lunch?”

  “It was fine.” Her brows drew together. “You feel cooler. And your voice doesn’t sound as scratch—are you watching Lifetime?”

  Heat crawled up his neck as he reached for the tea.

  “The remote fell.”

  She lifted an eyebrow and then looked at the ground. “It’s like three feet away.”

  He offered a stiff shrug and pulled his mind away from the movie he’d unwillingly been sucked into.

  She looked relaxed and pretty happy. Obviously lunch had been good. What had they talked about?

  Damn. Allison and his mom. What a combo.

  “Anyway, lunch was great.” She grinned. “Lorraine insisted on treating. She took me to this place that had the most amazing pulled pork sandwiches and potato salad. Mmm.”

  “Charlie’s Ribs and BBQ?”

  “Yes. That’s it. I mean, that shit was good.” She slapped her hand against her forehead. “Oh I screwed up already.”

  “Screwed up?” His brows drew together.

  “Yeah. I just swore.” She laughed. “Your mom and I made a pact that we’d try and watch our mouths.”

  His jaw fell slightly. Allison had accomplished what he’d been trying to do for years. He’d always been at his mom to watch her mouth. Kind of the same way he’d been after Allison since they’d met.

  “She invited me over for breakfast tomorrow morning. I’m going to do her nails after.”

  His eyebrows shot up.

  Allison laughed. “Don’t look so shocked. I used to do nails in a small salon to earn money back when I was in college. And since your mom said she hasn’t had a French manicure in years, and the only place that does nails is two hours away, I volunteered. It’ll be fun. I don’t mind.”

  Allie used to do nails for a living? Hmm. Actually it kind of made sense. Did this mean Allison would be ditching him again first thing in the morning? A scowl swept over his face. Fortunately he was feeling a bit better.

  “Does your throat still hurt?” She leaned forward and cupped his jaw, running her thumbs over his glands. “Hmm. Not as swollen as this morning.”

  Her soft touch sent a wave of desire through him. His breath hitched.

  “I’ve been drinking tea and sucking cough drops,” he said roughly.

  “Mmm. Did you miss me?” Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Or were the women of Lifetime a viable substitute?”

  “Shut it,” he whispered and crushed his mouth on top of hers.

  Her hands slid from his face to the back of his head. He slipped his tongue past the seam of her lips and she made the sweetest little sigh.

  She tasted of barbeque sauce and beer, with the hint of woman buried beneath. The taste of Allison he’d grown so addicted to.

  He pulled her harder against him, deepening the kiss.

  She tore her mouth away and glanced up at him through her lashes. “Yeah. You missed me.”

  He growled and tugged her T-shirt over her head, making just as quick time unfastening her bra.

  Pulling the cotton material from her body, he tossed it to the ground and lifted her pale breasts into his hands.

  Her nipples, already hard and now darkened to a berry color, tightened further beneath his gaze.

  He met her gaze and ran his thumbs over the tips, watching her drag in a shuddering breath in response.

  Lowering his head, he drew one turgid peak between his lips and sucked it deep.

  “Oh.” She squirmed against him, breathing heavily. “Clint. Wait, hang on.”

  He scraped his teeth across her nipple, having no intention of calling a halt to the succulent flesh he was enjoying suckling.

  “Oh, God. No really. Wait.” She pushed at him, panting. “I have an idea.”

  “It can’t be better than this,” he argued, burying his face between her breasts and inhaling her scent.

  “Well, it’s an alternate version of this,” she explained. “I couldn’t help but notice that pretty fabulous big sunken bath you’ve got in the bathroom.”

  He lifted his head. “And?”

  “I really want a hot bath,” she whispered and trailed a finger down his jaw. “And I really want you in there with me. All that steam will make your throat feel better too.”

  “Yeah?”

  She gave a jerky nod and her tongue darted across her lips. “I was thinking about you all afternoon when I was out to lunch with your mom.”

  He winced. “Please don’t bring up my mother when I’m in the middle of fondling your breasts.”

  She laughed and her breasts jiggled in his palms, sending more blood straight to his cock.

  “Anyway, I’ve been thinking about it all day,” she confessed and pressed her body hard against him. “I just didn’t know if you’d be up for it.”

  “You sure bathe a lot. But I’m up for it,” he muttered and released her reluctantly. “Get the bath going, kitten. I’ll be in there in a few.”

  Her eyes widened and she grinned. “Great. You won’t regret it.”

  Watching her hurry across the room, butt jiggling and breasts bouncing, he almost did regret it. Waiting to touch her another few minutes was going to be hell.

  He grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer and rolled out of bed, making the slow journey to the bathroom after her.

  The ache in his muscles had diminished some from earlier, but in no way had disappeared.

  By the time he arrived, the bath was a quarter of the way full and she’d already stripped naked.

  “Hey,” she glanced over her shoulder as she took one step into the bath.

  He
slipped his gaze from her luscious body to the floor-to-ceiling windows without curtains behind her. Never before had he thought much about having them in the bathroom. It was on the second floor, with only heavy forest outside. There were no houses or people for miles.

  Still, if there had been anyone outside they might have gotten a glimpse of Allison’s nude body. The realization sent a frisson of possessiveness through him. And hot, thick desire.

  “Hurry,” she called out, sinking into the tub. “I’m not big on being alone in here.”

  His response was almost a primitive growl as he stripped off his clothes. Once naked, he stepped into the tub and reached for her again.

  Her body, now slick with water, pressed up against him. Her breasts flattened against the hard muscles of his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist.

  “I love this room,” she murmured. “The view of the trees. How sexy it is to be able to be doing such an intimate act, like bathing, with the whole world to see.” She nuzzled his neck. “Only there’s no one to see us. You’re all alone out here.”

  “Yes.” He agreed and sifted his fingers through her hair, tugging her head back and holding her still. “I like it that way.”

  “I can see why,” she said huskily, her pupils dilating.

  He held her hair with one hand and moved the other down her slick back.

  Gone was the anger or wariness in her gaze. Before last night, every time he’d touched her it had been a damn battle. Now it was easy. Simple. Natural.

  The trust in her gaze surprised him, and the intimacy. When had things shifted? What had sent their dynamic on to a much more fragile and—God, he hated to admit it—terrifyingly intimate level?

  “Allison, what the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispered raggedly.

  “Hey, now.” She pressed a finger to his lips and he couldn’t help but notice it shook slightly. “If I’m going to give up swearing then you’d better not pick now to start up.”

  Her words were light, but he couldn’t mistake the sudden vulnerability in her eyes.

  He held her gaze, understanding dawned. She was aware of the change too. And maybe just wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. How to handle it.

  Her breasts lifted against his chest with the deep, uneven breath she took in.

  “Clint,” she said softly. “Please, touch me.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The invitation was the needed push to snap him away from his unsettling thoughts.

  He reached for the bar of soap, dipped it in the water and then brought it to her breasts. Making slow sudsy circles over the lush swells.

  She inhaled sharply and glanced down at her chest. He lowered his gaze as well, watched as her nipples peaked against the white bar.

  He dragged it across the tips again and she gasped at the slick friction. Her body arched against him, the legs around his waist tightened.

  He cupped water in the palm of his hand, emptying it over her breasts to rinse off the soap. He repeated the process until she was soap free, then moved the bar down over the slight swell of her stomach.

  “Oh, Clint…” She sighed and turned her face toward him. Her hair fell in a fan of tendrils, shielding them from the window.

  Her lips brushed softly against his, almost hesitant, before growing more confident.

  He let her control the kiss for a moment, enjoying the tender exploration. Awareness and pleasure spread through every inch of his body, his cock tightened almost painfully and pressed against the curve of her soft buttocks.

  With a growl he slipped the bar of soap lower and pressed it hard between her legs.

  He used her gasp of pleasure to slip his tongue boldly into her mouth, taking over the kiss as his control finally broke.

  His tongue sought every corner and crevice of her mouth, before coming back to tangle with her tongue.

  He continued to rub the soap between her legs, his blood pounding at the fevered whimpers she made. Unable to take it any longer, he abandoned the soap, let it float free as his fingers took over.

  Immediately he rubbed the needy little bud before sliding his fingers lower to plunge into her silky, hot heat.

  The muscles of her slick channel clenched around him and she emptied a guttural groan into his mouth.

  He moved his fingers in and out of her, mimicking the motion of his tongue in her mouth.

  Her arms tightened around his neck and she moved against his hand, finally tearing her mouth from his and letting her head fall back on an unrestrained moan.

  He lifted her from the water, placing her on the edge of the tub. He went to his knees in the tub and moved between her thighs. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he buried his face between her breasts.

  His tongue darted out over the slick flesh, seeking the hardened tips. Allison sighed and delved her fingers into his hair, tugging on the short strands.

  He captured one taut peak in his mouth and sucked rhythmically, laving the tip with his tongue.

  She squirmed on the edge of the tub, making the sexiest little noises of approval.

  He switched his mouth to the other breast, this time using his teeth to gently graze the tight nipple.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “Oh, God, Clint. I need…”

  He tugged on the nipple with his teeth and drew a choked gasp from her.

  He released her and stared down at the swollen raspberry tips.

  “What do you need?” he demanded, slipping his hand back between her legs and cupping her sex. “Do you need my fingers inside you again? My tongue?”

  She nodded, her eyes drifting open. Her eyes, more green now were unfocused and hazy with arousal.

  “Please,” she pushed at his shoulder, urging him downward. “Your mouth now.” Her words were barely audible.

  He gave a soft growl of approval and sank back down in the tub. Pushing her thighs apart he draped each leg over his shoulders and gripped her ass, pulling her forward.

  He briefly nuzzled the trimmed curls above her mound, before pressing his face into the moist folds of her sex.

  He sank his tongue deep into her warm channel and found the musky sweet slickness of her arousal. He lapped it up, his fingers tightening into her soft ass.

  Allison cried out and her fingers jerked his hair. Her body pressed harder against his face. He began a slow penetration of her with his tongue, tasting and finding all her desire for him.

  His own arousal matched hers and his dick throbbed beneath the water. Each wild cry she emitted sent the blood pounding possessiveness through his veins.

  He swept his tongue up from the channel to circle the swollen pearl, knowing her climax was near.

  Her hips bucked against him and he tightened his grip on her bottom to keep her still. He drew the bud into his mouth, sucking hard before flicking it quickly with his tongue.

  “Oh yes,” she cried. “Yes. God. Oh…shi—ooot. Oh. Oh. God,”

  She screamed and her body jerked, her thighs clenching around his ears.

  He licked faster, sucked harder, and when her body started to go limp he pulled her off the edge of the tub.

  Sliding his hands to her hips, he urged her legs around his waist, then pushed her hard onto his erection.

  He thrust up into her hot tight sheath, still clenching from her orgasm.

  His eyes crossed and the air locked in his lungs. He took just a few seconds to savor the feel of her silken heat surrounding his cock, before his fingers bit into her hips and he surged further inside her.

  “Ride me,” he heard his harsh whisper. “Hard.”

  Allison’s nails dug into his shoulders and she moved on him, lifting herself up and slamming back down. The bouncing motion sent water sloshing over the tub and onto the floor.

  With her discovering her own rhythm, he slid his hands up her hips to her ribcage, brushing the undersides of her breasts.

  The lush swells bobbed between them and he buried his face between them, licking the nipples and up to the wildly beati
ng pulse in her neck.

  “Yes,” he ground out. “Kitten, yes.”

  “Clint.” She gasped and moved faster on him. “Clint.”

  His balls tightened and when she pressed down hard on him, squeezing her muscles around him in her second orgasm he lost it. Emptying himself hard inside her. Again and again. The orgasm ripped through him with an intensity unduplicated, and the urge to cry out he loved her hovered on his tongue, the realization stunning him. A few nights were never going to be enough with Allie. Who had he been kidding?

  Only when she collapsed against him, all damp, pliant and warm did he open his eyes and see the unused condom on the far side of the tub.

  No wonder it had been so good.

  Allison’s cheek nuzzled against his shoulder, her breathing uneven.

  He closed his eyes again and tightened his arms around her, burying his face in her hair.

  She smelled of the eco-friendly shampoo and her perfume—where had she gotten her perfume from? But most of all she smelled like Allison…his woman.

  He bit back a groan at the random thought. Like it or not, things had changed.

  “We should shower for real now,” she murmured against his shoulder, biting him gently and then giggling. “I think we only had time to get me soaped up before…”

  They’d screwed like rabbits on steroids. His lips twitched and he eased her off of him.

  “You’re right. We’ll use the actual shower, though.”

  She slid off him and stood, stepping off the edge of the tub and down the steps onto the rug. He watched her move to the shower stall on the other side of the oversized bathroom and sighed.

  He stepped out of the tub as well and scooped up the condom, setting it in a counter drawer. Maybe she hadn’t even realized their error. Hell, he barely had. Couldn’t make that mistake again though.

  “Are you coming?” she glanced out from the stall. “It’s my turn to do the soaping, and I’ve got to tell you. I’m excited.”

  He laughed and closed the counter drawer, before following her into the shower.

  Allison woke the next day in his arms. Sleepy, content, and—if she admitted it—almost completely in love with Clint.