Indigo Spell

by Rachel Carrington

  “I knew you were awake,” he corrected. He’d been with her a short hour before, had watched her float around her bedroom, humming. She’d been happy, satiated and her thoughts had been centered on him. “You’re a lot like I am.”

  She scoffed at that. “We couldn’t be more different. Sometimes I think you’re an illusion, a figment of my imagination.”

  “I can assure you I’m quite real and I was referring to our thoughts. Our hearts. They are alike.” As are our souls.

  Tess stopped, bringing him to a halt beside her. “Most men don’t talk like you do.”

  “Perhaps that’s because most men are afraid of their emotions.”

  “And you’re not?”

  “I have no reason to be afraid of those things which make me who I am.”

  Tess stared at him. Definitely unexplainable. He was a different breed of man. Confident, to be sure, but it went beyond the self-assurance that came with false bravado. Jaxon Richards surpassed the understanding she had amassed of the common man. Perhaps he wasn’t so common. That thought scared her more than most. Common she could handle. Extraordinary was a little out of her league. “You’re a little frightening when you talk like that.”

  His fingers flexed against her hip before he resumed walking. “Because I don’t fit into some mold you have in your mind?”

  “Well, yeah, if you want to be technical about it. Most men are—”

  Jaxon brought her hand to his lips and caressed the skin with velvety kisses. “Maybe we shouldn’t concentrate so much on most men.”

  She gave him a soft, hesitant smile, allowing him to lead the conversation.

  Lifting his head, he flashed her a grin. “I’m sure we can think of other things to discuss. Things infinitely more interesting.” The heat of her gaze seared him. Desire slammed into his abdomen. He wanted her again. His need was a deep, clawing hunger, twisting his insides and fogging his brain. He’d never felt such a powerful punch and he’d faced many adversaries in his time. None of them had weakened him like the sexy lady at his side.

  “Tell me something about your life.” Tess’ soft voice stormed into his musings, compelling him to draw away from the want, even only for the brief time it took to answer her.

  “So this is the part where we get to know each other.” Laughter rumbled in his chest.

  She stepped in time with him, keeping an even pace as if her every movement was in tune with his. “Better late than never.”

  “I’m not a big believer in never.”

  “There’s something different about you. I want to know what it is.” The words came out as a demand.

  “Perhaps you don’t,” he corrected her flatly.

  “Is it something that’s going to scare me?”

  Jaxon drew her closer to the water’s edge. “Most things people don’t understand can frighten them.” He edged her a dark look, saw the intrigue in her eyes and bit back a smile. Tess wouldn’t be the type of woman who was scared easily. But neither could he expect her to be willing to give up her entire way of life for him. It was too much to ask of any woman—especially when she didn’t understand the consequences.

  Turning her in his arms, he cupped her cheeks. His breath feathered over her face, her eyes. He took a step closer to her, matching their heartbeats. He heard her quick, indrawn breath, saw the widening of her eyes and he waited.

  Her hands fluttered against his chest. Her throat constricted painfully, preventing even the slightest breath from escaping into the night air. “Maybe we should just talk another time.”

  His lips brushed her forehead. “If we don’t talk, then what should we do now?”

  “I don’t think you really need me to answer that.”

  Rock-hard, he took a step closer, wedging his thigh in between hers. “Are you giving yourself to me, Tess?”

  “For tonight,” she whispered.

  He lowered his head. “And what if I told you I wanted more than just another night?” Before she could respond, his lips met hers.

  Magic. Stars. Swirling lights. Emotions swept through her mind as Jaxon’s lips met hers. His powerful arms encircled her, bound her to him. The kiss was masterful, daunting, overwhelming, using her emotions against her, demanding her surrender. Tongue swept against tongue, tasting, retreating and returning to sample more.

  She moaned silently. She was wrapped, secured within a pure silken web of desire. Need, hot and powerful, exploded within her, draining her energy. Clinging to Jaxon’s shoulders, she returned his kiss, fighting for breath, for more. His skillful blend of seduction and possession dragged her under, held her captive, the decision to end the kiss in his hands alone. When he lifted his head, she went limp, her heart thundering beneath her breastbone.

  Her mind emptied, became devoid of thoughts but her senses were alive, screaming for the touch of his hand, the taste of his mouth once more. Her hands climbed to circle around his neck and she boldly dragged his head back down, feasting once more.

  Jaxon gave her what she demanded, allowing her to take the lead. She found herself pressed intimately against his body and knew the exact moment when he ignited. His cock branded her abdomen and caused a moan of pure need to escape her lips.

  On fire, she dragged in a breath of the salty air before threading her hands through his hair, allowing the thick strands to sift through her fingers. She craved him and it was almost as if the previous night had never happened. Like this time would be the first. Powerful emotions took on a mind of their own and she succumbed to each one.

  His hand slipped along the nape of her neck to hold her closer. All day long he’d thought about her and now that she was in his arms, he didn’t want to think anymore. With a short tug, he pulled the top of her sundress free, exposing her breasts to the night air and his gaze. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples peaked instantly.

  The dress sank to the ground and Tess gave a little sigh of surrender, hooking her arms around his neck, taking a step to bring her body in full contact with the material of his clothes. Denim rasped against her thighs and the cotton shirt he wore lightly chafed her nipples. She shivered with the sensations and tipped her head back to see his face by the light of the moon. “Why can’t I stop thinking about you?”

  He gave a little groan, unable to answer her. His palms cupped her face as his lips found hers. Breaths clashed, breathing in one another’s air. They twisted, turned and tumbled to the sand.

  His hands didn’t rest for even a second. Sweeping over every curve, they touched each inch. The warmth between her thighs beckoned him and his hand slid lower to answer the summons. His hand slipped beneath the waistband of her thong. Her pussy was already wet, the lips slick with her cream.

  Tess moved against him, her voice a whimper. “Jaxon, I—” The words ended on a cry as his index finger rubbed her clit, flicking it lightly, just enough to tantalize her. The callous against that most sensitive flesh caused tiny pinpricks of pleasure to dance along her nerve endings.

  Lips moving to her neck, Jaxon pressed sucking kisses against her skin and she tipped her head backward, powerless to fight against the raw emotions laying siege. Her hands pressed down against the rough sand, her nails curved inward. Every nerve in her body tingled and jerked.

  “Tess, look at me.” His voice was thick with the command and she immediately followed his instruction, surprised to find his face so close she could see the rough growth of stubble on his chin, feel the warmth of his breath against her cheeks. “This feels right.” He cupped her face and pressed a gentle kiss against the tip of her nose before moving over her forehead, down her temple.

  The sound of her own blood filled her ears, drowning out the sound of the ocean. Her hands fluttered against his chest. She wanted to pull him closer, to cave in to the overwhelming draw of the passion that had built inside her. His lips rested against her shoulder, barely moving and she was dying inside, the demand almost painful.

  “I know,” she managed to whisper before she turn
ed her face to his, her lips colliding with his once more. The kiss was raw, hungry, desperate, and Tess fell into it. In the far reaches of her mind, she knew wild, frantic longing was irrational. She shouldn’t crave a man this much and certainly not a stranger but her emotions were too powerful to control.

  Jaxon palmed her breast with his free hand, his thumb swirling around the hard nipple. “Your skin is so soft.” The breeze had returned, just a light brush of wind, which allowed the musky scent of his cologne to add to the seduction.

  God, she wanted to climb into him, to press her body so close to his that they fused as one. “Less talking,” she commanded, though the words were more of a breathless sigh.

  “As you wish.” He pinched her clit and her nails dug into his forearms. The sounds of her excitement spurred him on. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers as he slid them inside the slick channel. A rush of blood caused his balls to draw tight and he paused to catch his breath.

  In the distance, a boat motor growled and the heavy sounds of the water slapping against the hull reached Tess’ ears but they didn’t compute. Even with the stars overhead and the beach sand beneath her, she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Only Jaxon existed.

  “Do you want to come?”

  She didn’t have an option for her orgasm was already building inside her. Drowning in a sea of savage emotions, she lowered her head to his shoulder. He pinched her clit again, rubbing his thumb furiously back and forth until her muscles tensed, tightened. Shattering in its power, the release spun her out of control, leaving her weak, breathless.

  For a long moment she kept her head down while she quivered. Though his cock ached, Jaxon didn’t rush her. He stroked her hair until she relaxed completely against him. “We could go inside. You’d be more comfortable.” His teeth lightly nipped her lower lip.

  Tess’ gaze was hazy, her thoughts muddled as if she were lost in a forest of fog. “Are you really thinking about comfort right now?” She cupped his crotch and his cock jumped beneath her palm.

  With a low laugh, she began to unbutton his shirt. “That’s what I thought.” The only thing that mattered to her was getting his clothes off, feeling his bare skin next to hers. “Now let’s get you out of these.”

  For one desperate moment he wanted to remove them his way, with just a simple blink, but one shred of sanity kept his magic in check. Instead he helped her manually and, with laughs and curses, they managed to remove the rest of his clothing, leaving him lying next to her naked. By the light of the moon, the head of his cock glistened and Tess couldn’t resist touching the tip, lightly tracing the wetness.

  “Jesus.” The one word was ripped from his throat. He grasped hold of the sides of her thong, frantic to see her ripe pussy. One quick tug and the material ripped, sifting to the sand at their feet.

  “I want to suck you.”

  Her words hung in the air while Jaxon tried to focus. Her announcement damned near caused him to explode. Rising up on his knees, he looked at her for a long moment before pushing himself to his feet. Denying her was the last thing on his mind.

  She came to her knees and pressed her cheek against his cock. The skin was so deceptively soft. Testing the width, she wrapped her hand around its thickness, murmuring her approval.

  Taking her sweet time, she skated her nails up the backs of his thighs while blowing warm, soft puffs of air over his cock. She rubbed her cheek against it again and then pressed a kiss against the hot flesh. Jaxon gripped her shoulders while the muscles of his ass clenched beneath her fingertips.

  She licked him experimentally, rolling the salty texture of his juice over her tongue. Swirling, licking and grazing her way down to his balls. With each lick, Jaxon curled his fingers tighter against her skin.

  “Take me in your mouth.”

  “Not yet,” she whispered, trailing her tongue down to his sac. He squirmed with every stroke and cried out when she suckled his tightly drawn balls.

  Hips flexing, he framed her face with his hands and pulled her head up. “Tess, suck me… Please, you’re killing me.”

  Smiling, she licked her way back up his cock while he jerked. She hesitated over the head, lightly touching the tip of her tongue to the damp crease. His musky scent intoxicated her and she felt her own cream run down her thigh. Rising up higher onto her knees, she closed her lips around his engorged cock.

  He let out a shout of pure relief and snagged his hands full of her hair. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck me, baby. Suck me. Ah, that feels good. So good.”

  Tess formed a suction cup with her lips and rode his cock up and down, faster and faster while Jaxon encouraged her with unintelligible sounds. Her hands alternated between tickling his balls and stroking his shaft until his thighs began to shake.

  “I’m coming,” he moaned. He yanked hard on her hair and staggered forward. Tess braced her hands behind her as the creamy liquid shot down her throat. She continued to suckle him until he sagged against her, his knees bumping her shoulders.

  They both tumbled to the ground again and Jaxon wasted no time in breathing. He palmed her breast and squeezed the soft flesh, drawing the nipple closer to his lips. “I want to fuck you again.”

  She curled her hands around his wrist. “This is all happening so fast.”

  His eyes darkened. “Do you want to stop?”

  She pushed herself to a sitting position, causing Jaxon’s hands to drop away. The sounds of the ocean didn’t offer its usual comfort. “No, and that’s the problem. I don’t want it to stop.”

  Jaxon rose up beside her and began to stroke her hair. “Why is that a problem?”

  “Because I barely know you.”

  “We’ll learn as we go along.” His tongue touched the tip of her nose. “Unless you’re not up to the challenge.” The teasing tone of his voice had her smiling.

  “I think you need to be the one worrying about being up.”

  His hand returned to her breast, his lips nuzzling her nipple. “I’ve always been very resilient.” His tongue flicked the tight peak.

  Tess’ chest grew tight as she climbed onto his lap. She didn’t know what tomorrow would bring but for tonight, they had this. And it would have to be enough.

  “Wait.” Leaning over, he caught hold of his jeans and dug into the front pocket to secure a condom.

  “So thoughtful,” she whispered, her hands skating over his chest. “But allow me.” Taking the foil packet from his hand, she tore it open easily and unrolled it, scooting back on his lap to hold the condom over the head of his cock.

  Jaxon closed his eyes as her nimble fingers guided the latex over his stiff shaft. Just that simple touch was enough to create a painful reaction.

  “There. Did I do it right?” The teasing smile on her lips told him she knew what she was doing to him.

  “Witch.” His voice was muffled against her breasts. He shifted, settling her back against his thighs, but she wasn’t content with sitting. Securing his cock with one hand, she guided him deep into her channel, watching his eyes widen as she took him all the way in.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, lowering her head to his shoulder, but he surprised her when he didn’t immediately move. Instead his hands gripped her hips, bringing her face up to see his.

  “Tess, I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you standing on that stage. I can’t make any sense of it either but then I haven’t tried very hard.”

  “Sometimes wanting isn’t enough,” she whispered, her hips lifting, driving his cock deeper into her dripping canal. Jaxon braced his hands behind him, giving him more leverage.

  She gripped his shoulders and leaned forward to push him against her clit. Rocking, she held him close against her breasts, needing to feel every inch of him. This shouldn’t be happening. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real… Her thoughts scattered as the orgasm ripped through her. She arched her back and let out a long wail.

  Jaxon continued to pound into her, sweat beading on his brow. His chest muscles grew taut and he came on a s
eries of grunts, wrapping his arms around her waist. Burying his head between her breasts, he drew in several, deep breaths.

  With slow, jerky movements, Tess pulled out of his embrace. Last night had been easier. They’d fallen asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and when she’d awakened, he’d gone, leaving her only a note. No need for further conversation. No awkward moments.

  Finding her dress, she shook the sand from it and tugged it over her head, keeping her eyes on the ground. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this again…at least not anytime soon.”

  His eyes seemed to burn into her skin and he remained silent long after she wanted him to speak, to say anything to break the oppressive quiet.

  “Aren’t you going to say something?” She finally looked at him.

  “Only that I don’t think we can stop ourselves even if we wanted to.”