by Beverly Rae
He released my hands—No! I promise to never say another word if you only take my hands again—and looked out to where the thing had disappeared into the murky depths. “I’m not sure. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Have you?”
“Never. To tell the truth, I’m not even sure I saw what I think I saw.” Growing more comfortable with him, I smiled and ventured into Talking To a Gorgeous Guy Land. “The whole thing happened so fast. I mean, one minute this fanged sea monster was flying toward me, ready to chow down on my neck. Then in the next minute…” I let my smile grow wider. “In the next minute, you’re standing above me, saving me from a brutal attack.” Wow. Do I sound dramatic or what? Thad would’ve loved to hear me talking like one of those people who actually believe in monsters and shining knights.
His smile carved dimples into his cheeks. Holy crap. Can the man get any sexier? Although his dimples fascinated me, I let my gaze drop to his nether regions—his mountainous nether regions. Is that Pike’s Peak under his slacks? Do I dare hope the attraction isn’t one-sided?
He cleared his throat—omigod, had he seen where I’d been looking?—whipping my attention back to those dimples.
“A bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
Does he mean my description of my rescue? Or his tented pants? Both are quite dramatic. But I didn’t mind that he thought I was over-the-top. Not as long as he kept looking at me that way. “Maybe.” Resorting to a cliché girlie gesture, I tossed my hair over my shoulder and smiled. “Maybe some of Thad’s theatrical personality has rubbed off on me.”
His smile grew into a good-natured grin. “Oh. So you’re one of the happy group that was pouring water into the lakebed?” He glanced up at Thad’s rented home, then back to me. “Did you pray to the rain gods too?”
Oh, crap. I’d assumed he was another actor-friend of Thad’s. He was simply too hunky not to be on the stage or in the movies. Although I was okay with letting him think I had a flair for the dramatic, linking me to the drunks up on the hill was a different matter. I considered my options and decided I’d best not answer. I didn’t want him to think I was that loony. “Oh, so I take it you’re not here for Thad’s birthday party?” Duh.
The dimples deepened, making me wish I could tickle each one with the tip of my tongue. This man made me hungry. And I’m not talking about my favorite late-night snack from the drive-through.
“No. No, I’m not.”
My curiosity won out over my nervousness. “Then you’re staying in one of the other rentals? Or is this your permanent home?” Please, God, don’t let him be a tourist. Please let him live in the area. If not, I’ll have to move. My sudden contemplation of moving to wherever this handsome stranger called home surprised me. But the shocked feeling soon morphed into an incredulous one when I realized I’d meant it. He was the type of man a woman would move heaven and earth—much less the meager contents of a studio apartment—to be with. After all, I could do my work anywhere mysterious things happened, and believers in the supernatural would fork over their money to have me prove them sane.
I already had half my apartment packed and ready to go when he not only didn’t break me out of my fantasy, but gave it another sprinkle of fairy dust. Sheesh! Fairy dust? When did I start thinking like one of my clients?
“Actually, yes, I do live here.”
Omigod, dreams do come true. What next? Will he invite back to his castle? “You’re kidding. Really?” I couldn’t help it. I grinned like he’d combined my two favorite holidays, Christmas and Valentine’s Day. I nearly spread my arms wide to receive my presents.
It’s true. I was stone-cold, head-over-heels in lust—dare I say love?—with the man and I didn’t even know his name. What was happening to me? I didn’t believe in love at first sight any more than I believed in the Loch Ness Monster. Yet here I stood, ready and hoping he’d whisk me away to his kingdom. Yep, my prince had arrived, not on a white stallion, but in expensive Italian loafers.
“Actually, not here at the lake. I live in Buckhead. Do you know the area?” He wrapped an arm around my waist and escorted me down the dock.
Yeah, right. Like anyone living in or around Atlanta wouldn’t know Buckhead. I inhaled, catching the scent of an intoxicating aftershave, and wanted nothing more than to lean into him. Not simply onto him, but actually into him, melding my body with his. My normal sensible nature, however, had to pick that moment to regain its rightful place in the hierarchy of my personality. Instead of leaning, I maintained a few dignified but torturous inches between our bodies. Although my libido shouted at me to hug him, lick him, devour him, years of practical thinking kept the urges at bay. “Of course, I do. In fact, I don’t live very far from there.”
What I’d said was partially true. Although my apartment wasn’t geographically far from the affluent area, it was light-years away in terms of accommodations. The wealthy of Atlanta lived in the prestigious Buckhead area with its million-dollar mansions, elegant shopping and world-class restaurants. I wasn’t a gold-digger by any means, but I have to admit I was thrilled that my newfound love was not only dashing but loaded.
“I’m glad.”
I almost stumbled at those two sweet words. Fortunately, he caught me, bringing me against his hard body and effectively killing my practical oh-so-not-wanted-right-now side of me. With my hands pressed to his chest, I looked up at him and whispered, “You are?”
“I most definitely am.”
Wow. Omigod. Wow. My little brain train chugged to an abrupt stop again. “Wow.” Had I said that last wow out loud? From the sparkle in his eyes, I realized I must have.
“Most definitely wow.” He bent over and touched his lips to mine.
A burn—faster, hotter than any burn I’d ever experienced—flashed through me, torching urges and desires I’d thought had dried up and blown away. My legs melted under the intensity of the heat, and my fingers turned clawlike to grasp the sleek material of his shirt. I moaned at the taste of him, warm, musky, mysterious. Taking my moan as a welcoming response—hell, yes!—he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue between my parted lips. Slowly, in what could only be described as an imitation of what his shaft could do inside another part of me, he stroked his tongue alongside my cheeks and over my tongue, then drove deeper still.
I couldn’t help it. I moaned again, hoping he’d interpret it correctly, scoop me into his arms and ravish me. Ravish? Since when did I talk like the heroine of a romance novel? He nibbled at the corners of my mouth and I answered my question.
Instead, he broke off the kiss—no, don’t stop!—and took a moment to look into my eyes. I held my breath, partly because I didn’t want anything to break our connection and partly because I’d eaten onions rings earlier.
He cupped my head, bringing my mouth to his again, and skimmed his teeth over my lips. I exhaled and then inhaled sharply. He skimmed across once more, this time nipping my lower lip, coaxing—yeah, like I need coaxing—my mouth to open wider. He wrapped one strong arm around my waist and I let him support me. Closing my eyes, I whimpered into his mouth and his hold tightened on me.
Please, never let go.
I couldn’t think of anything else. Only that I’d waited for this moment all my life and couldn’t stand it if he stopped now. I slid my arms over the silky smooth material, exulting in the feel of his muscular body beneath.
I’m not certain how long the kiss lasted, for a minute or for a decade, but however long it was, it wasn’t long enough. Most definitely not long enough. I could have stayed in his arms, his mouth on mine, his tongue tasting mine forever. Unfortunately, I knew all too well that life is not a fantasy and this moment had to end. Damn, double damn.
Still, once the kiss ended, I made no effort to move away from him. In fact, if he ever wanted me off his bod, he’d have to be the one to make it happen. I swore right then and there that I would never go very far from him. Ever. As in forever. Amazingly, I sensed that he didn’t want me off him, either.
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p; We kept our arms locked around each other and leaned back only as far as was necessary to see into each other’s faces. A small smile echoed the knowing look in his eyes.
Wow.
I’ve never been really good with change. Especially big changes. Especially big and fast changes. But no one would have known it from what happened next.
For the next few hours, we sat on a bench by the lake, talking and cuddling. His name was Kaine Delcaluca—has any name ever sounded so perfect?—and he was an entrepreneur dealing in rare artifacts. Cynical me figured that meant he was a dreamer and probably couldn’t hold down a job for long. He was probably living off family money and would lose his trust fund once they got a load of me. (Yeah, I’m definitely a glass-half-empty kind of gal.) But I didn’t care if he was rich or a beggar. Just listening to his voice was enough for me.
Whenever I spoke, telling him about my business, he listened intently, eating up every word, every syllable. It’s corny, I know, but I drank him up as much as he drank me up. If someone had asked me, I would’ve told them we were lost lovers, separated by time and finally reunited. I felt like I’d known him for hundreds of years and couldn’t imagine living the rest of this life without him.
This was why, of course, I ended up hopping on his private jet and flying to Las Vegas that same night. Later, I would realize who, or rather what, my husband was.
I’d married a dragon.
Viva Las Vegas, Baby!
“Omigod, omigod, omigod!”
I grabbed for dear life, clutched at the sheets and screamed my pleasure. “Omigod, Kaine, suck on me. Suck harder. Omigod, yes!”
He grabbed my legs, dragging my body toward the end of the bed. I lifted my head just in time to see his face disappear between my legs. I couldn’t watch for long, however. The sensation of his mouth on my sensitive area jolted me and I jerked my head backward. I screamed again and was thankful Kaine had booked a luxury—and soundproof—villa at the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas. Otherwise, who knew how many hotel guests would call the manager to report a woman screaming in dire danger? Danger of exploding from too many climaxes, that is.
He clutched my thighs—please don’t notice the cottage cheese cellulite—and flung them over his shoulders. I giggled and moaned in rapid succession, delight and lust mixing in a torrential downpour flowing from my pussy. He nipped me and my yelp dissolved into another moaning giggle.
Mewing sounds of delight, I concentrated on the sounds coming from between my legs. Hell, the sounds were almost as good as the tongue stroking my tender nub up and down, and all around. The man was a machine, lapping, sucking, stabbing. My body tightened and I tried to relax, wanting to enjoy every second of the ecstasy shaking my body. “Omigod, Kaine. I’ve never had anyone go down on me like—Omigod!”
“You say omigod a lot, don’t you?” His chuckle wafted over my tender skin.
“Not really.” He added his thumbs to the action, spreading my folds even wider. I gasped and clutched the bedspread. “It’s just—omigod—you’re the first one who’s ever—omigod—rated so many omigods before.”
“The first one?”
I reared up to find him silently questioning me. “Seriously. But why are you stopping?”
He arched an eyebrow at me. “The first one out of…a lot?”
What the hell? “Please tell me you’re asking because you’re jealous and not out of a perverse pleasure of knowing the exact number.” I scowled at him and fought to hang on to the bliss I’d enjoyed moments before. “Because I don’t think this is the best time to be exchanging numbers.”
He blinked as though my response was totally not what he’d expected. Then, with a curt bob of his head, he grinned and tucked his head down again. He blew air onto my aching clit and then reversed it by drawing my nub into his mouth.
The tension grew stronger until I feared I might pass out. Talk about embarrassing. Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out. Hell, I didn’t even want that swirling black-behind-the eyes feeling that I sometimes got when a really big O hits me. No way. I wanted to experience every little sensation, sound and touch of this one. But I was defenseless against the whirlwind of sexual hunger ripping from my abdomen through my chest to tingle its way up and down my spine. The Climax of All Climaxes took hold and I felt my entire body give into the brilliant release. I inhaled, held on and rode the tidal wave to the top of the crest. Shudders cascaded inside me, bursting from my core to spread quickly outward along my skin.
The effect was so intense I couldn’t gather enough breath to say anything. I settled for letting my mantra echo in my head. Omigod. Omigod. Omigod.
Abruptly, startling me out of my orgasmically induced trance, Kaine moved swiftly from between my legs to stretch his body over me. He took my breasts in both hands, fondling them while his thumbs crossed back and forth over my nipples. I gasped, raking in a huge gulp of air, my eyes widening at him. The impression of his gaze boring into me was splendid and, amazingly, revved my sex-engine again.
He pressed my breasts against his cheeks and rubbed his face against my nipples. I clutched his hair, keeping him in position, and wondered how anything so simple could feel so incredible. I jiggled my breasts, hoping to bring him the same amount of agonizing pleasure he was giving me. “How do you like them babies, big guy?”
He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that rumbled against my chest. Keeping his head entrapped, I moved my tits in opposite directions, causing a friction of the carnal kind along his cheeks. He ran his hand down my body to cup my bottom with one hand, then grabbed and squeezed. I returned the favor by pressing my boobs harder against his face. A delighted “Yes!” vibrated against my skin.
At last he broke free of my mammary prison and, taking my tit in his mouth, he tugged on breast and buttock, pulling me on top of him. (In case you haven’t noticed, we’re very athletic in our lovemaking.) I rubbed one breast against his face, exciting me, and if the throbbing dick between my legs was any indication, exciting him as well. He moaned and I couldn’t keep the smug grin off my face.
I felt his shaft straighten, threatening to burst before either of us wanted it to. With any other man I would’ve worried about a premature ending to our lovemaking, but Kaine had proven time and time again during our week together that his endurance had no limits. The man, simply put, had the Energizer Bunny of Cocks. An image of the famous bunny sporting an enormous penis flashed through my mind. Hump away, bunny-boy. Hump away.
“Ah, my Chrissy-doll. Switch around and let me taste you again.”
I’ve never liked pet names, but I absolutely loved it when he called me Chrissy-doll. Being called a doll was more than this girl had ever counted on. I’d been called broad, babe, and bitch (a lot), but never doll and I liked the new pet name. This hunk of a man calling me doll made me feel petite and, miraculously, zapped away the extra hump in my butt that no miracle diet had ever managed to eradicate.
“So soon? But don’t you want me to blow you now?”
I waited to see which answer he’d give me. He could give me (1) the PC correct answer of “Oh, no, honey, I’d rather please you” or (2) the probable truthful answer of “Yeah, you’re right—it is your turn after all.” And if I were the one being truthful, I’d have to say I was rooting for option number one. Yep, I admit it. I’m a glutton for…well, for getting eaten. I’ll spread my legs and offer my pussy for consumption anytime, anywhere. But only to Kaine, of course.
“Oh? Maybe. But let me go down on you again first.”
Ya gotta love the guy, right?
With a happy giggle, I twisted in the opposite direction. His ramrod cock hovered above my face and I reached up to wrap my fingers around its thick trunk.
“No, not yet.” He straightened his legs, keeping his prize out of easy reach and dipping his upper body lower. He had, in effect, told me to “Look, but don’t touch.” I grumbled and settled for watching the lengthy shaft bob around like a piñata I wasn’t allowed to break. Oh, but how I wanted the can
dy within.
His very talented tongue found the right spot with deadly aim. He toughened his tongue to lash at me, wanting to take every drop, refusing to allow even one drip of moisture to escape.
I whimpered with need and tried to pull him down. What every other lover in my life had lacked, Kaine had in spades. “Taste me. Lap me up the way I like you to.”
Although our vows—hurriedly spoken in front of a Madonna-clad male minister at one of more luxurious chapels on the Strip—hadn’t said anything about obeying, my sweet hubby minded his new wifey-poo, grasped onto my clit and started sucking. Forgetting my earlier thoughts about being overheard, I cried out, relinquishing my tenuous hold on yet another release. Still he hung on, torturing me more, even when I tried to break away.
Darting his tongue inside my cave, he worked his fingers over my aching clit, pressing and tweaking my nub to match the rhythm of his tongue. I grabbed his granite-hard legs and clung to him. Cry after cry racked out of me until one last scream ripped free along with another even longer climax.
Do I have anything left in me? “Kaine. Kaine. Wow, oh, wow, Kaine.”
He freed my tortured pussy and swiped his tongue along the inside of my leg. “Mr. Delcaluca to you, baby.”
I somehow managed to laugh in between gasping for air. “Baby? It’s Mrs. Delcaluca now, dude, and don’t you forget it.” Holy crap, I’m married! If I had a penny for every time I’d had that same thought this week, I’d be rich enough to pay the rent on my studio apartment.
Kaine finally freed me and I pushed him over, intent on giving as good as I’d gotten. Hey, I may want what I want when I want it, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t want to give him what he wanted too.
Going to my knees, I positioned my upper body so my breasts would hang over his tight abdomen and clasped his dick in my hand. With a lick of my lips, I lowered my mouth, covering as much of him as I could. My only wish at that moment was for a bigger mouth.
