One-Click Buy: September 2010 Harlequin Blaze

by Lori Wilde

  Taking her cue from him, Drucilla used the hand that wasn’t holding his head to draw her fingernails gently over his shoulders, then down his chest, grazing his nipple. Pleasure speared through Alex straight to his dick.

  Needing more, he pulled the straps free and let the brightly colored fabric fall.

  He leaned back so he could see all of her all at once. Her hand clutched his hair for a brief second before she let go and, with a shaky breath, watched him take in the sight.

  Slender shoulders and lightly muscled arms framed her chest, the gentle sweep of her upturned breasts tipped with the sweetest shade of pink. He watched as they tightened even more under his hot gaze and he smiled. She was perfect.

  Her nipples were so sensitive. He reached out to rub his knuckle over one, then the other, his body tightening at the swift, intense response. They puckered and pouted at the lightest touch. With hooded eyes, he watched his fingers, so tan against the alabaster of her breasts, swirl an ever-tightening pattern around her delicately budding areola.

  She reached out and made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. Wanting those hands on him, Alex helped her by tugging the material free of his belt, unbuttoning from the bottom up. Their busy hands met at his belly button, fingers tangling.

  He was prepared for the pleasure of her hand on his chest, the feel of her probably curious and possibly a little shy exploration of his body. He wasn’t prepared for her to bypass the now-bared skin and head straight for his lap. Her fingers cupped the length of him through his slacks, testing the weight of his erection.

  Oh, yeah, baby, he almost groaned. He grew obligingly heavier. A guy had to be grateful for a compliant dick.

  He leaned forward to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her gasp turned to a moan, letting him know he’d found one of her hot buttons.

  He tormented them both by working the stiff peak with his tongue and teeth as he slid his free hand along her calf. He was pretty sure he’d have kept it there, below her knee, if Drucilla hadn’t wiggled her butt against his lap, the tiny undulations keeping beat with her panting little moans.

  What was a guy to do but slide his hand higher? Her thighs were pressed together, but at his fingers’ silent entreaty, her knees loosened in welcome.

  Alex almost gave a panting little moan of his own.

  He knew from their surf date that her thighs were firm and softly muscled. Yoga thighs, he figured. Slender, strong, sleek.

  And hot.

  His fingers trailed under her skirt. Teasing little forays between the silken fabric and equally silky flesh.

  She gently scraped her nails over his shoulders again, then curled her hands around his biceps with a growl of appreciation. The move, the sound, made him feel huge and strong and, well, so freaking manly.

  Drucilla gave a throaty moan and pressed her thighs tight, capturing his hand. Obviously not to stop him, though, since she lifted her hips to give him better access.

  Needing to see her, to watch her reactions, Alex lifted his head to stare into her eyes. Drucilla stared right back, her eyes blurred with desire. Not breaking the stare, she dropped her head against the back of the couch and shifted her hips in invitation.

  Her eyes closed and she moaned. Long, breathy moans. Her panting intensified as his fingers slipped in and out, faster and harder. He slid his thumb along her damp, passion-swollen flesh and her moans turned to gasps. Her hips moved faster and, her eyes still locked on his, she slipped over the edge with a keening little cry of delight.

  Alex watched her eyelids flutter, then she let her head fall back as tiny after-tremors rocked through her.

  God, he felt huge. And not just behind the zipper. Alex slipped his fingers free, wrapped both arms around her slender shoulders and pulled her against his chest.

  He drew in a deep breath and figured a few more and he might have enough control to stand without breaking anything vital. Then he’d escort her to dinner, show her a great time and hopefully, after they shared some sweet chocolate empanadas, they’d return here for round two.

  A round he figured he’d enjoy twice as much.

  Knowing control would be impossible with her half-naked on his lap, Alex moved to shift Drucilla aside. She made a sound of protest and tightened her arms.

  “Bed,” she finally suggested, the words barely a breath against his throat.

  Alex’s body stiffened even more—an almost impossible feat, he’d have thought. Here he’d been hoping to work his way up to an admission to a great time, and she was offering him an all-access pass to heaven. A thrill ride to paradise. One he wanted only as much as he wanted his next breath. So why was he hesitating?

  Alex pulled back enough to gaze at Drucilla’s face. He noted the glistening temptation of her swollen lips, parted just enough to make him want to dive back in. Her hair tumbled like a silken cloud around her face. But it was her eyes, those slumberous blue depths, that tugged at him. That sent every thought, every stupid doubt, right out the window.

  Not bothering to retie her halter, he lifted her in his arms, pressing a hot, openmouthed kiss to the straining nipple closest to him before striding toward the bedroom. At her door, he gently set her on her feet. The moonlight shimmered, filling the room with a surreal glow.

  His eyes locked on hers, he leaned down to take her mouth. Just the softest whisper of his lips over hers as he skimmed the pad of his fingers over the berry-soft tips of her breasts.

  She tugged at his shirt, shoving the fabric off his arms and letting it drop to the ground. Her hands were like fire, rushing over his skin. She curved her fingers into the small of his back and pressed her breasts against his chest then rubbed them lightly so her nipples scored trails of heat across his flesh.

  Alex dropped to his knees in front of her, ready to offer up homage to the delight that was her body.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he told her as he gazed up the length of her. Then he prepared to drive her insane with desire.

  SENSATIONS PULSED through Dru’s body, tangling and twisting until she couldn’t focus. Couldn’t think. Could only feel.

  Alex’s mouth was hot and wet, trailing kisses over her stomach. Her knees went weak as his fingers unhooked her last bastion of modesty, the tiny hook holding her dress together at her hips. The fabric slid, soundless silk, down her legs into a soft puddle over her bare feet. He leaned back to get a good look.

  This was her cue for shyness, but Dru couldn’t find any. Instead, she reveled in the look in his dark, moonlit eyes. Passion, yes. A passion she was amazed to see. But more, there was appreciation in those midnight depths. And a promise.

  A promise that told her she wouldn’t wake up wondering if there wasn’t something more. Because he’d make sure he showered her every possible ounce of pleasure two bodies could bring each other.

  Her toes curled. Nerves or excitement, she wasn’t sure. Didn’t care. Empowered, whether it was from an odd lack of inhibition or the desperate need, she pressed her hand to the back of his head to invite him back to her aching body.

  “Touch me,” she whispered.

  His grin was slow and sensual.

  “Watch me,” he demanded in return.

  His fingers spread wide over her breasts, squeezing, then swirling so his palms grazed their aching peaks. She bit her lip and tunneled her fingers through his hair. His eyes held hers, demanding she stay with him. One hand still tweaked and tempted her nipple. But the other smoothed a long, tingling path over her side to the scrap of satin-covered elastic at her hip.

  Dru heard the whimper of need before she realized she’d made it.

  She watched his finger until it slid out of sight. The sensation as it pressed teasingly against her G-spot almost made her scream. He arched a brow as if to demand that she keep watching, then, his own lids lowered as if in reverent prayer, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her wet slit.

  Oh, God. His tongue was pure magic. She stared, her vision blurring as he used his fingers and tongue to weave
a spell over her body. This was what sex was supposed to be, she realized. Mind-numbing, body-shattering, intense pleasure. And not a single Albert Einstein picture in sight.

  Her thighs grew damp with the heat of his breath and her own moisture. His finger worked her sensitive nub as his tongue stabbed and swirled. Her belly tightened. Dru gasped as the sensations coiled, tighter and tighter. After that sweet little pop of an orgasm on the couch, she really hadn’t expected another one. At least, not without Alex, big and naked, between her thighs.

  Well, he was definitely between her thighs, although not nearly naked enough. But oh, man, he was incredible. Her legs started to shake. Her stomach clenched as she edged closer to another orgasm, needy and suddenly desperate.

  Breath coming in gasps now, she had to force herself not to close her thighs to increase the pressure and hurry along the building orgasm. Suffocating the man with the magic tongue would put a quick end to what was promising to be the most incredible night of her life.

  He shifted, one hand kneading the soft flesh of her ass while the other returned to tweak and torment her aching nipple.

  Then his tongue stabbed, once, twice and again. The spring of passion exploded. Stars flashed behind her eyes and Dru gave a keening cry as the climax crashed over her in pounding, intense waves.

  “You’re incredible,” she said with a soft smile, combing her fingers through the thick strands of his hair when he rose to wrap his arms around her.

  “Ditto back at you,” he teased.

  “I want to make you feel as good as you do me.” With that in mind, she reached down and flicked his belt open, then unhooked his slacks. Her fingers pressed against his straining erection before she slid the zipper down.

  “We’re not going to make it to the bed,” he warned.

  “Don’t care,” she panted, tugging at his slacks. “Now. Here. Fast.”

  He made a grab for his wallet, before he kicked the pants away, and pulled out a foil packet.

  Should she tell him she was on birth control? Before she could, he’d ripped the packet open. Better safe anyway, she realized as she took the condom from him and fell to her knees so they were face-to-face.

  Wanting—needing—to prove she was good enough to be worthy of a man as gorgeous, as incredible as Alex, Dru pressed her hand to his shoulders to indicate he should lie down on the carpet.

  His grin flashed bright in the dark room. He leaned back, sweeping his hand along her thigh as he went.

  Emboldened by the night, by Alex and the freedom of this entire adventure, Dru leaned forward to brush a soft, openmouthed kiss over the velvety head of his straining dick.

  He gave a breathless laugh and said, “Oh, no, you go there and we’ll be at the cuddling segment of the evening much sooner than you’d probably like.”

  Thrilled that she might have the power to make him lose control, Dru grinned and shifted so she could smooth the condom over the hard length of his cock.

  “Talk to me,” he said hoarsely. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what’s next.”

  For the first time since they’d kissed on the couch, panic skittered up her spine. What should she say? Should she make something up? Use dirty words? Technical terms? God, she’d never talked dirty before.

  She bit her lip and met his eyes. Seeing the edgy desire made her feel strong. But it was the calm appreciation there that doused the fear.

  The guy had already given her two delicious orgasms. It wasn’t as if she had anything to lose.

  “I want you,” she admitted as she smoothed her hand across the hard, tempting planes of his well-sculpted chest. She met his eyes, then forced herself to admit aloud, “I want to ride you. I need to feel you inside me. Deep, deep inside me.”

  He gave a guttural groan and tugged her up to meet his lips. Taking that as approval, Dru swung her leg over his and straddled his body. With a nervous swallow to wet her suddenly desert-dry throat, she lifted herself over his straining erection.

  His eyes held hers, the pleasure and enjoyment in the dark depths encouraging her. Filling her with answering joy.

  She sheathed him in one smooth, easy move.

  Her breath rushed out in an ecstatic sigh and she started to move.

  “Let me,” he begged, his hands curving over the slight swell of her butt to gently lift, then lower her. Setting the rhythm of her ride with soft fingers and a warm smile.

  He wanted to lead, she realized.

  She gloried in the feel of him, so huge, so hard. He filled her, delighted her. She shifted, leaning down to lave one nipple before pressing kisses up his throat and taking his mouth in a wild, intense dance.

  His fingers bit into her hips, an erotic ode to how much he wanted her. That he didn’t miss a stroke, his rhythm still smooth and even, was a testament to his control.

  Control she needed to make him lose, she realized. She needed to know she could.

  With that in mind, Dru did the most difficult thing in her life. She completely shut off her thoughts and gave herself over to the sensations swirling between their bodies. She let herself be the sexy, wild woman she’d always dreamed of. She didn’t know if she was more excited or more terrified.

  She just knew she loved it.

  Straightening, she captured his gaze and offered a slow smile. She ran her hands up her sides in a long, sinuous move, then cupped her own breasts as if they were offerings. His eyes narrowed to slits, but he didn’t lose pace.

  She swirled her index fingers around her already sensitized nipples. He hissed out a breath and tightened his grip. She moved her hands up her chest to her throat, then arched her back and lifted her arms, her fingers catching in the long, loose strands of her hair.

  He moaned and released her. His hands dug into the carpet as their hips slammed together.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  Wilder.

  Dru gasped, unable to suck in enough breath to fill her lungs. Her hands clenched her hair as she strained, needing something, anything to push her over the edge.

  Alex let out a low, guttural groan and thrust harder. Her body rejoiced. He thrust again. All semblance of control was shot to hell. She pressed tight against him, taking him in as deep as she could and swirled. The pressure of his body against her clit, of his dick as deep as it would go, shoved her screaming over the edge.

  The last thing she heard as she flew over was his shout of ecstasy.

  DRU WOKE SLOWLY, her mind heavy with sleep. She felt as if she was wrapped in a delicious fog, the kind that weighed her body down and filled her with shivery pleasure.

  Reluctant to lose this wonderful feeling, but unable to ignore her brain’s command to wake, she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked twice, taking in the unfamiliar room, the moonlight slanting across the hardwood floors to highlight a scattering of clothes. The floral silk of her dress tangled with a pair of black slacks on the floor, and a man’s shirt dropped not far off. Scraps of lace that’d once been panties announced like a neon sign what’d happened.

  Proof that the wildest sex she’d ever dreamed of hadn’t been a figment of her imagination.

  Alex.

  It had all been real.

  Her brain was now fully awake and assigning labels to the sensations flying through her body. Her lips were swollen, her nipples beaded, still tingly, against the cool sheet. The delicious ache between her legs was proof that the sex had been anything but tame.

  And the weight around her waist was Alex’s arm. Muscled warmth, curving tight to hold her close against the hard length of his body. The soft, even rhythm of his breath.

  Her heart sped up. She wet her lips and tried not to breathe too deep and wake him.

  Oh, God. What kind of woman slept with a man she’d barely known twenty-four hours?

  The horny kind, Dru answered herself with a shiver. A very horny, and now very satisfied, woman.

  A woman who’d finally had great sex. The kind of sex women dream of, whisper about and never, ever regr
et. The kind she planned to keep on having until she got on that plane home. For once, she was going to have fun. No meeting of the minds. Screw all that common-ground stuff. This was all about physical pleasure, and the more of it, the better.

  Alex’s arm tightened around her waist.

  Mmm. A tiny part of her that had wished for a moment alone to stretch out on the bed and giggle like a giddy school-girl whose crush had finally noticed her sighed. The rest of her, the part that was warm and cozied up against Alex’s very male, very naked and very delicious body, was thrilled he was still there.

  Even if she didn’t have a single clue what to say to the guy. Except maybe, “More, please.”

  His hand flattened against her belly, warm and comforting. Like magic, the tension that’d been knotting its way up her spine dissolved at his touch. His breathing changed, warning her just before he nibbled in soft, arousing bites over the back of her neck. Eyes closed as fresh pleasure spun through her system, Dru gave a brief thanks before turning to face him.

  He shifted, not letting go but giving her room to tilt her head back and look up into his midnight-dark eyes as she smoothed her own hands across his broad shoulders.

  “What do you think? Shall we try to get a little ‘badder’?” Alex murmured, a wicked smile reflecting the sliver of moonlight in the dark room.

  “Badder?”

  Could she? Grateful there was no light on her, Dru blushed. She’d tasted nearly every inch of skin on his body. She’d talked dirty, demanded he do her harder and screamed when she came.

  How much “badder” could she get?

  His hand swept up her spine, making her skin tingle with need. He curved the other over her breast. Her nipple tightened to a hard, aching peak against his palm.

  She’d be crazy to waste a single second of the best sex of her life. After all, flings didn’t last forever.

  6

  DRU WATCHED the seductive play of light dance over Alex’s features as he stirred the embers of the bonfire. The crackling heat of the orange flames warmed her, despite the cooling night air and the chill of her still-wet, for more reasons than one, swimsuit. Night surfing, Alex had called it, even though they’d never stood on the board.