Hot Sheets

by Jeanie London

  Her heartbeat jump-started back into action as he delved deeper, hot curls of that silky tongue tasting and testing, tempting her to close her eyes and surrender.

  Her lashes fluttered shut, and she blocked out one sense only to heighten the others. The lapping strokes of his tongue. The heat shooting through her, fierce, fast, urgent Water dripped in silky runnels down her legs, and her thighs vibrated until Laura couldn't stop rocking her bottom against his face to increase the friction of his exquisite attention.

  The intensity between them was startling and if she thought he'd fulfilled her fondest fantasies, she was wrong, wrong, wrong. Dale had so much more in store for her.

  He cajoled that sensitive bundle of nerve endings out of its hiding place with sharp flicks of that devilish tongue, as though he had nothing better to do all night than kneel between her thighs and indulge her.

  Her idea of proving herself vanished beneath his sexy assault. She could barely string two coherent thoughts together. How could she think with her thighs trembling and her sex clenching in slow, wet pulls? And when he sucked that oh-so sensitive bundle between his lips, swirled his tongue around it, Laura's whole body bucked on one rolling wave of pleasure.

  A moan skittered out from between suddenly dry lips as her body arched on a wave of sensation. She had the wild thought that he'd claimed the right to first orgasm, but he couldn't possibly think she'd withstand this sort of assault Not when he started suckling that sensitive bud, giving it an intermittent flick for good measure, sending pleasure bolting through her.

  He knew exactly when to drag his mouth away and delve his tongue inside, to dig his fingers into her backside, to lift her to create the friction she needed. And when her orgasm broke, her moan carried out even over the splash of the waterfall.

  And only when he trailed his mouth away to press tiny kisses along the inside of her thigh did she breathe again.

  "I thought you wanted the first orgasm," she finally said, laying back on the floor, knees bent and spread, sex still clenching in fading bursts.

  "Can't a guy change his mind?"

  Her sex gave another spasm for good measure and she laughed. "Not a problem in my book." After all, fair was fair.

  Chapter Six

  Lust was an appetite that shouldn't be deprived and given his hunger for Laura, Dale didn't think it was any damn surprise he'd gotten obsessed. This woman aroused him in ways he hadn't realized he could be aroused. When she'd started to strip, she'd had him sitting here with a hard-on as solid as a support beam, cursing his craziness for jumping in the pool.

  He should have dragged her in with him. They could have had that first orgasm together.

  Then again, he wouldn't have missed a second of exploring Laura's delicious body at his leisure. She responded to him as if she'd been created for that purpose, and he found himself content to sit between her thighs, watching her stomach contract whenever he pressed a kiss to her tempting skin. He was as turned on by her pleasure as the promise of his own.

  He let his gaze roam the terrain of her beautiful body, all that sleek skin, the blush-colored nipples rising and falling on hard breaths. Her hair spread around her in a white-blond cloud and he smiled, his cheek pressed to her thigh, glad he'd asked her to release her hair from the braid, grateful she'd granted his request in such an inspired performance.

  Laura had assured him she could handle a good time and was making a believer out of him. He didn't offer any romantic, idealistic vows of eternal love, just good old-fashioned sex, and she seemed to have embraced the idea. About time, too. He'd waited long enough.

  But he wasn't complaining.

  He nibbled his way under her knee, and she scrambled back trying to escape his mouth.

  "Ticklish, hmm?"

  "Yes." She breathed the word in a sound that made every muscle below his waist tighten painfully then rolled out of his reach and rose to her feet in a burst of liquid motion.

  "I have a question," she said.

  Dale dragged his gaze upward along her never-ending legs and by the time his gaze arrived at her face, he could barely get out the word, "Shoot."

  "Define night Your former dates claimed you could do amazing things. Were they talking about a real night or using night as a figure of speech?"

  Dale usually didn't second-guess himself, but eight orgasms? Once he got past the fact that someone had been counting, he couldn't deny the figure sounded impressive.

  "Nights with me aren't confined to the dark, Laura," he said in his best make-her-sigh-with-pleasure voice.

  She exhaled a breathy little sound that was close enough to a sigh to satisfy him. "So if we're going to keep up with your press, you get one orgasm to every two of mine. That means I have to get busy."

  "Be still my heart." The words popped out, leaving him wondering about his choice of words. He never mixed hearts and sex.

  All the blood in his brain must have drained to his crotch. Had to be. He almost couldn't believe it only had been this morning that he'd been on a flight from California, with a rebound beauty by his side while his thoughts had been stuck on this woman who'd wanted nothing to do with him.

  Man, could life toss out the surprises, or what?

  "Cold?" he asked when she poised one slim foot on the ledge beside him and he noticed the goose bumps spraying along her shapely calf. "I'll warm you up again."

  She shook her head, sending that blanket of heavy hair shimmering around her. "My turn."

  Dale laughed, spellbound at the sight of her as she stepped into the water. She didn't go under but dipped gracefully with her hair flowing around her.

  They'd designed this pool together with sex in mind so while the actual square footage was impressive, the depth remained consistent at the perfect height for sexy water play. And testing the finished product gave Dale an appreciation of just how perfect.

  Water lapped at Laura's breasts, broke below rosy nipples. She met his gaze, and her melting expression at such close range made him fight the urge to pull her into his arms.

  "Time for those clothes to come off," she said.

  Shifting off the ledge, he stood, intending to help, but Laura slipped her fingers around his tie and pulled him close.

  "Allow me."

  Dale wouldn't be rushing straight to that next orgasm. Oh, no. Not when Laura brushed her lips against his, an openmouthed effort that gave him a taste of what was coming. She began unwrapping him like a present, appearing to savor his body as thoroughly as he'd just savored hers.

  One glancing kiss from those lush lips and she drew his ruined tie away and tossed it onto the pool deck. Slim fingers worked each stubborn button patiently. Dale wasn't so patient Bracing his legs wide, he captured her between his thighs.

  This had been a fantasy of his for too long not to seize the moment. Ever since Halloween when Falling Inn Bed had hosted a masquerade for its guests and the staff members had costumed themselves as a cadre of superheroes, he'd been dreaming about what Laura kept hidden beneath her skirts. The micro shorts she'd worn that had hugged her bottom combined with her never-ending legs had captured his imagination.

  At the time he'd thought she'd dressed purposely to torture him. Maybe that hadn't been her motive but the effect had been the same. Serious lust. Now he wasn't missing a chance to acquaint himself with those awesome legs in person.

  Clearly great minds thought alike. Button by button she freed him from the clinging fabric, taking time to explore the skin she revealed along the way. Loosening his collar, she pressed soft kisses over his throat, the moist heat of her mouth making him struggle to stand still when the entire lower half wanted him to pull her close and tangle his legs around her.

  The warm scent of woman assaulted his senses, an effect that he couldn't remember ever having been so potent before. Laura took her damn sweet time, torturing him with those feathery kisses, along his jaw, over his chin, down his neck.

  "You taste so good." She dragged her tongue in the scoop between
neck and shoulder, a stroke that made him ache.

  Tightening his grip on the wall, he mentally cautioned himself to relax. He'd been waiting forever to get this woman in the buff and needed to lack back and enjoy every second of the experience.

  Laura continued unbuttoning buttons, dropping those kisses onto his chest as she peeled his shirt away. If it was any consolation, she seemed as eager to make the most of the experience as he was. Her smile as she slid the sleeves down his arms was nothing short of wicked.

  Dale wasn't consoled. He wanted to drag her underneath him, and she hadn't even gotten to his pants yet. Dropping his gaze, he distracted himself with the sight of her hair playing over her breasts and the water.

  But looking only made him want to touch so, reaching out, he cupped the satin weight, thumbed her nipples. Touching only fueled his need even more.

  Latching on to his belt, she unfastened his pants and began working them down his hips. Dale's muscles contracted with each glancing stroke of slim fingers against wet skin, and when she unleashed his aching erection, he had no choice but to let her go, to lean back on his hands to resist the urge to pull her against him.

  She finally worked the soggy jumble down his legs and the waterlogged mess caught around his ankles. She didn't bother removing it, caught his erection with her wet fingers instead and gave a playful tug.

  "Oh my, Dale. You do live up to your press."

  He really didn't want to hear she'd been hearing that sort of information, so he forced out a casual, "Glad you're pleased." And hoped she dropped the subject.

  "Very pleased" Easing her fingers down, she gave a stroke that made him buck hard, and he braced himself while those tempting fingers continued the exploration, slipped under his balls to cup him in her wet palm.

  Gritting his teeth, he ordered himself to hang on. She shot him from zero to sixty in a touch, and he struggled…man, did he struggle. This pleasure neared torture. She rolled him in a teasing motion that sent shock waves to his toes. He'd waited so long that when he finally had Laura where he wanted her, he Was too damn close to losing it.

  Suddenly she went boneless and slid beneath the water. He gazed down at her, the woman he'd lusted after for so long with her hair floating out around her like a halo of silk.

  And her face at crotch level.

  Stopping that drive-me-crazy fondling, she went straight for the kill and sucked the head of his dick into her mouth with one hot swallow.

  "Damn, Laura." He jerked so hard that his spine bounced off the pool's edge and hurt.

  He didn't care. How could he care about anything when her wicked tongue twirled around him in teasing strokes, when she started up an easy sucking motion as if she wanted to swallow him whole?

  Closing his eyes, he hung on as sensation blasted him. If she kept this up, she'd blow the top of his head off. Yet Dale knew that she couldn't go on forever and his reprieve finally came when she broke the surface to take a gasping breath.

  He inhaled, too, willed himself back under control. But he didn't manage the job before she slid underwater and started up her sexy torture all over again.

  He ground out a sound that echoed pathetically in the damp room, and threaded his hands into all that magnificent hair, unable to stop from riding the exquisite motion. He was losing it, and if this is what lusting after Laura did to him, he wasn't keen to experience the phenomenon ever again.

  Awareness faded beneath the heat of need. He didn't know anything except those hot sucking pulls of her lush mouth and the warm-velvet strokes of her tongue. The desperately welcomed reprieves when she surfaced for a breath. His entire body ebbed and flowed with the motion, swelling, then receding, then crashing back again, even more intensely.

  He was gone on the sensation, so gone that when the familiar onslaught of orgasm threatened to push him over the edge too early in the game, he speared his fingers into her hair and dragged her away.

  Laura slithered upward in a shimmer of wet skin, soft curves and laughter. She didn't let go of his dick on her way up, and he groaned as she continued to fondle him.

  Suddenly, she came up full against him, raising up on tiptoes so she could kiss the sound from his mouth. "Can you taste yourself on me?"

  She dragged her tongue along his lower lip, and damn if he didn't taste himself mingled with the chlorinated water on her sweet lips.

  Her hot words and another tug was all it took to send him into a climax that was totally beyond his control, and by the time he could think again, only one question mattered.

  What the hell was going on here?

  He never lost control. Not even when he'd been a kid maneuvering his way inside girls' pants in the back seat of his mint-condition Mustang. Never.

  Gulping in another deep breath, he opened his eyes to find Laura watching him from beneath half-hooded eyes. Arousal blurred the edges of her expression. And judging by the smile playing at the corners of those pouty lips, she was proud of her performance. She had every right to be.

  What was it about this woman?

  "One down, three to go," she said, flashing him that killer smile. Then she turned, dived in and streaked away in a blur of pale skin that made his dick give an appreciative throb.

  Live up to his press? Damn straight.

  With a warning yell like a battle cry, he shot after her. And realized a second too late that his pants were still tangled around his ankles.

  He smacked the water face-first and sank like a stone. After splashing his arms stupidly to regain his balance, he had no choice but to retreat to the side of the pool again, hike himself onto the ledge and free his feet from the sodden mess that had once been a decent suit.

  It didn't help matters that Laura's silvery laughter bubbled out over the splash of water. One look and he found her poised on the submerged ledge beside the waterfall like a mermaid, knees drawn up beneath her chin and hair tumbling all around her body. Her laughter spurred him to greater speed. She'd made him lose control. She knew it, and she liked it.

  He finally dragged the sodden vise away and tore after her at full-tilt, an unfamiliar urgency spurring him on, blocking out all thoughts except one—he wanted this woman beneath him.

  He heard her laughter again and caught a glimpse of her slithering off the ledge into the water. He cut across the distance with clean strokes. There was only one place to hide in this pool, and he'd not only designed that place but built it.

  He caught her beneath the waterfall. With the spray from the rock ledge pouring full into his face and nearly drowning him, he latched on to her arm and dragged her underwater. He heard her gasp for a breath before he had her in his arms, all her slithery curves tucked close.

  The impact of their bodies fueled that urgency, a need to hang on tight and not let go. He wanted to savor the way her face fitted perfectly against his shoulder, the way her breasts molded his chest, the way her abdomen cradled his reawakening erection and her long, long legs twined smoothly through his.

  She tried playfully to break free, but her best efforts failed because he stood half a foot taller and outweighed her by a hundred pounds. And Dale wasn't feeling playful right now. He had something to prove, and he was going to prove it all over her luscious body.

  Gaining his feet, he brought her upright behind the falls. She broke from the surface laughing and he didn't give her a chance to stop before he captured her mouth, delving into the silken recesses, searching for a clue that her need burned as fiercely as his own.

  He found his answer in how she melted against him, her tongue seeking his. Her thighs parted, her hips mirroring each thrust with an erotic motion that sent the blood throbbing through his veins. That urgency rose inside him, almost overwhelming. He threaded his hands around her neck, arched her head back to trail moist kisses down her throat. He couldn't stop touching her.

  He glided his hands over her shoulders and down her back, over each silken inch that aroused some new reaction inside him, won another fiery response. She half sat on
his thigh, riding him with languorous strokes, a motion that grazed hard-tipped nipples through his wet chest hair.

  Their hips moved in time. His erection rode between them, their bodies creating a slick vice that caught him up in the feel of her, the taste of her. He couldn't look beyond the silk of her tangled hair, the sound of her breaths breaking against his lips, her heat riding his thigh with smooth strokes.

  He tested her body's responses, needing to know what would spur her higher. Pressing his fingers into her sweet bottom, he anchored her higher along his thigh, tasted her low moan when he caught her pleasure point with the motion. He trailed his kisses from her lips, sampled the flavor of her wet skin, the texture of her cheek, her temple, her hairline. He traced her ear with his tongue, delving a little deeper until she shivered.

  Caught up in the luxury of touching Laura, finally, his need to be inside her suddenly had him realigning her around his body. He slipped his hand between them, levered his erection along the folds of her sex. She never stopped that sinuous motion of her hips and each stroke dragged him a little deeper, tempted him with the feel of her heat until he arched his hips and pressed upward, helpless to do anything but thrust.

  His breath constricted as her body stretched to accommodate him, molded around him tightly. He fought the urge to start up the rhythm that he craved, forced himself to stop, to wait, to relish each second of this sensation.

  Then Laura grabbed at his back, her fingers digging into his skin almost painfully as she pushed herself down, a full-bodied motion that sank him in to the hilt. She locked her ankles around his waist and Dale cried out at the sheer power of her body working his, the need to make love to her as urgent as the need to breathe.

  He braced his legs apart and gave a short driving thrust, then another, his whole body melting into hers with a pulsing completion he'd simply never felt before.

  The intensity of the sensation proved too much. He took a few halting steps and levered back onto the ledge where Laura had sat like a mermaid. She scrambled to her knees above him, riding out a stroke as she did.