Too Fast (Faulkner Security)

by Dru Parkes

  I held my breath as my body went into overdrive. It was too damned dangerous being this close, even more dangerous to hold her face steady with my free hand as I continued to stroke the towel across her beautiful skin.

  Slowly, as the mark faded, I stopped and looked at her. Her gaze slid sideways until it met mine. “It was dark green,” I said softly as I stared into her heady depths. “Matches your eyes. Although it can’t really compare.”

  My breathing had deepened, my chest squeezing with the effort. I dropped the towel but kept my hand on her cheek.

  She covered my hand with her own. “That’s a really nice thing to say.”

  I told myself to drop my hand, to look away, to step back and get the hell on with preparing dinner. But right then I was too fucking ravenous for her.

  Only her.

  Serena didn’t help things. Not when she pressed down harder against my hand so I couldn’t have released her even if I’d wanted to.

  I didn’t.

  “We agreed this couldn’t happen.” I got the words out through a tight throat. “No sex, that’s what we agreed.”

  She stroked her thumb slowly down the side of my hand. “That was before, when you called me an assignment. Now you’ve gone and said something really nice about my eyes.”

  I should have stepped back. Should have reiterated that she was still an assignment and we couldn’t pick up where we’d left off. But instead I turned my hand so that I could link our fingers and drew her into my arms.

  “I’ve been thinking while I was outside sketching,” she said as I tightened my arms around her waist, and she slid her hands around my neck. “Nothing’s really changed from yesterday when we met in that bar. I still want you, and I know you feel the same about me.”

  “There’s a whole lot has changed, honey,” I felt compelled to point out, even as I cursed myself for being an idiot. “Your father has charged me with your safety. That has to take priority.”

  “But I’ll be a whole lot safer in your bed that I will alone in my own, won’t I?” Her fingers toyed with the ends of my hair. “If we’re up close and personal then you’ll know where I am at all times.”

  Even though I tried, I couldn’t find it in me to disagree with her logic, and to be perfectly honest I wasn’t sure I had the thinking power right then to argue my point. Whatever the hell that was.

  She felt too soft in my arms, her breasts crushing against my chest, and her mouth was right there for the taking.

  So I took…

  I took her sweet mouth like a man possessed. I knew I’d been starving for her, but I didn’t realize the extent of that until I had her lips beneath mine. She’d set light to my blood at first glance and had kept it simmering through what had been the longest day of my freaking life.

  A day spent telling myself I had to keep things professional. I had to keep her at arm’s length.

  Fuck that.

  I kissed her hard, fast, rough, my hands sliding from around her waist to cup her ass and pull her up tight against my cock as it strained against the zipper of my jeans.

  She widened her legs, allowing me the opportunity to press my erection against her soft center. I groaned into her mouth, my head spinning, and my chest pumping desperately for air.

  When she pulled away, her own breathing erratic, she smiled as she placed her hands on my chest. “Please tell me that when we stopped for those provisions this morning, you made an essential purchase.”

  I leaned down, kissed her plump lower lip, biting it gently before I drew away. “Managed to grab a packet or two while you were in the ladies’ room.”

  She made a sound low in her throat. “Perfect.” Then her eyes went wide with mock innocence. “Will that be enough? We’re here for a whole week.”

  Shit. Why did she have to go and say that? It snapped the very thin thread of resistance I still held. “If it’s not, I’ll be driving through the night to the nearest store.”

  She laughed as I grabbed her hand and pulled her along to my room.

  Even as my body hummed and my cock throbbed, I was already working out the location of the nearest store.

  Serena

  I hadn’t played fair. I knew that. Liam was a professional through and through, and I knew he intended to keep me at arm’s length. I’d tried really hard to accept that and stay out of his way.

  But while I’d been sketching, all I could think about was how very much I wanted to be in his way. I really wanted to be close to him. I wanted us to continue what we’d started last night.

  Then he’d touched me, made that comment about my eyes.

  And there was no way I was going to stay away from him.

  Now, as he drew me along the hall and into his room, it was reminiscent of last night and what we’d done in his hotel room, but the difference was that tonight we would go all the way. We would be together. It excited me beyond belief.

  Once inside, Liam kissed me as he circled us toward the bed, his hands pulling my tee shirt from the waistband of my jeans. He released me long enough to toss the shirt over my head and then he was kissing me again, unhooking my bra, and tossing that in the direction of the shirt.

  Then he reached for my jeans, but I tapped his hand away. “Last night I barely got to touch you.”

  He gave a feral grin, his eyes gleaming sexily. “You had your hand wrapped around my cock; in case you’ve forgotten.”

  “How could I have forgotten? But you’re not getting to do all the things to me and not let me do all the things to you.”

  “Honey, believe me. You can do whatever the hell you like to me, but just let me get you naked first. I’ve been fucking craving seeing you all day.”

  I let him unhook my jeans, unzip me. “You’ve been thinking about this, too?”

  “Are you kidding me?” He pushed the jeans down my legs. “Haven’t thought of much else.”

  That pleased me so much because, although I’d guessed he wasn’t immune to wanting me the same way I wanted him, I’d just thought he’d be more in control of himself than I was.

  He hiked me into his arms, turned, and placed me down on the bed where he yanked my jeans off the rest of the way, taking my sandals along with them. I lay there naked apart from lace panties.

  He stood over me, his gaze raking over my body so that I felt incredibly sexy and desired. He brought his gaze back to mine, his eyes narrowed and sexy as he unbuttoned his shirt.

  “I thought you said I could do that,” I said wriggling against the duvet a little as I watched him. “You said I got to do all the things.”

  “You’re talking like this is going to be one-time.” He shrugged out of his shirt, making my breath catch at the sight of his amazing physique. “You’re forgetting I have two whole packs of condoms.”

  I hadn’t forgotten, and my naughty side was reveling in the prospect of using every damn one of those condoms.

  When he unbuttoned his pants and stripped out of them, I wasn’t surprised at the size of him since I’d felt for myself how big he was, but my pussy clenched in anticipation of how incredible it would feel as he filled me.

  He came down over me, his body heat making my own skin burn. It was so good to be flesh to flesh, to feel him this close, to have his hands on me again.

  He hiked onto his elbow, looking down at me, then he stroked his free hand over my stomach making my muscles shiver in response. His eyes were a wild blue and they stayed on mine as he slid his fingers beneath my panties.

  The tip of his finger stroked lightly against the top of my slit and I arched a little hoping to encourage him to go deeper. He glanced down to the place where he worked me, and I followed his lead. It looked incredibly erotic to see his hand moving slowly beneath the lacy panel and I widened my legs.

  If anything, his strokes became slower, but he pushed his finger deeper inside me. I gasped in a breath hardly able to keep my eyes open as he set up a slow and drugging pace. But I didn’t want to miss the way he looked at me, I didn�
��t want to miss seeing his big hand working my pussy beneath the lace.

  He looked at my breasts and I thought he was going to lean down and kiss me. I felt my nipple harden even more as it anticipated his mouth, but when he got to within about an inch he pursed his mouth and blew softly against the tight bud.

  I moved against the mattress, the joint sensation of having his warm breath blow against my nipple and his skilled hand playing with my pussy was just too overwhelming for me to keep still.

  He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth. His tongue stroked me; his teeth nipped playfully. When he released me, he blew on my nipple again. Now that it was wet from his attention, his warm breath felt even more sensual across my breast and I arched my back.

  “You like that?” he asked softly, moving down to lash his tongue across the bud.

  “Oh, hell… Yes…”

  He pushed another finger inside me. “You like that?”

  I bucked my hips as the sensation drove me rapidly toward orgasm. “Yes… Please, Liam… Make me come…”

  He pushed harder inside me, the pad of his thumb brushing across my clit. “Keep your eyes open,” he said, his own heavily lidded eyes steady with demand. “Look at me while I make you come.”

  I swallowed, knowing that I was so close. It was overwhelming. Almost too much to take. I wanted to close my eyes, slip into some nirvana state where I could enjoy pure sensation as I headed toward completion. But I did as he said, and somehow as the first waves overtook me, it was even more sensational looking into his eyes as I came.

  Over and over…

  I slumped back, my body still vibrating from that orgasm. His strokes slowed, then his hand stilled, but he kept his fingers inside me as my flesh pulsed with little aftershocks of sensation.

  “Mmm,” I managed, lifting my hand to stroke across his jaw. “You’re good at that.”

  “At what?”

  “The dual approach,” I said, liking his cocky grin.

  “You mean sucking your nipple while I finger-fuck your pussy?”

  Despite what we were doing, I felt my face heat. “I wouldn’t have put it quite so graphically, but yes.”

  His grin widened. “I couldn’t decide what part of you I wanted first so, being a greedy bastard, I decided to multitask.”

  I laughed, then pouted as he withdrew his fingers. He moved between my legs. “Now I want this,” he said looking down at my pussy. “Exclusively.”

  Loving his directness, and his dirty talk, I decided to play along. “Go ahead. It’s all yours.”

  He looked up at me, a dark gleam in his eyes. His cock jerked. “Right answer.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties. “Are you especially attached to these?”

  My pulse hiked, guessing what he planned to do. “No. I have loads of other pairs.”

  He grinned and without another word ripped the delicate lace right down the center.

  My stomach muscles jerked, and I sucked in a breath, watching fascinated as he continued to rip, tearing the lace until he reached the panel between my legs.

  He guided my thighs apart, then gripped the lace either side of my pussy and gave it a hard tug. The fabric tore open and I gasped out loud, at both the surprise of what he’d done and the sheer eroticism of the moment.

  Hell. I’d never had a man so desperate to fuck me that he destroyed my panties in the process.

  With the shredded fabric still around my hips, I lifted my backside so he could strip what was left of the panties away.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said as he looked his fill. “I’m going to want to do just about everything to you. But right now, I need to be inside you.”

  “Yes,” I managed, stroking my hands down his powerful arms. “That’s what I want, too.”

  He reached across me to the cabinet by the bedside, opened the drawer, and took out a pack of the condoms he’d purchased earlier.

  He virtually shredded the outer packet and the condoms fell onto the bed and scattered to the floor. But he grabbed one, ripped it open.

  I hiked up and reached for his wrist. “Can I do that?”

  He looked at me for long moments, then he let me take the condom. I slid it slowly over his erection, my pussy clenching in response to the size of him, and when I was finished, I lay back ready for him to take me.

  His chest rose and fell with his deepened breathing and I felt so amazingly powerful in that moment, having this man who was usually so in control of himself seemingly at my mercy.

  I’d expected he’d just shove right inside me but instead he moved between my legs and just looked at me. “Shit. Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?”

  I could take a wild guess. My hair was probably disheveled beyond redemption, my nipples were hard and erect, my legs wide, and my pussy right there for the taking.

  Kneeling between my legs, he spread my legs even wider, his fingers tight around my thighs. “I don’t need to ask if you’re ready for me,” he said in a kind of growl. “Because I can see your slick heat, smell your arousal.”

  The way he talked was such a turn-on. If I hadn’t already been burning with desire for him, then his sexy words would surely have gotten me there.

  He slid one hand beneath my ass, then hooked two fingers of the other and slid them slowly inside me. The angle was perfect, and the sensation he created made my head spin a little, it was that good.

  He stroked my pussy walls, getting deeper with each push. All my muscles tightened as he worked me so expertly.

  While I struggled to get air into my lungs, he leaned down, his nose close to my heat, and he inhaled. “Fuck, I could come just from the smell of you.”

  I squirmed. “If you don’t stop saying things like that, I’m going to come again before you even get inside me.”

  His response was to drive his fingers deeper, twisting them so that another sensation ripped through me.

  “Oh, hell. Liam… Please…”

  He pulled his fingers out, raised my hips higher, then nudged my entrance.

  “I’m too close to take this slow.”

  I hiked my hips, encouraging him. “Then don’t.”

  I’d barely got the words out when he shoved inside me, filling me completely, until there didn’t seem to be a space that wasn’t filled with him.

  He shoved my knee up, sliding even deeper, making me gasp and moan out his name. In moments, I’d caught his rhythm, moving my hips and clenching around him as he pumped hard.

  The bed moved, the headboard thumping against the wall as he drove harder, deeper. He shifted, changing the angle of his penetration, and it was as if he stroked the most sensitive part of my pussy walls.

  Was that my G-spot?

  Hell, I was already close, but that pushed me right over the edge. I’d never come this way before, at least not without additional clit stimulation.

  It seemed that was going to change…

  “Shit… Not going to…last…”

  I felt him stiffen, tense, before he pushed his hips forward, arched his spine, and gave one final shove. He threw his head back, shouting his release.

  Seconds, that’s all it took, and I came as well, pinned down by his hips, by the way he possessed me. It was amazing, and I loved it.

  “Fuck,” he said on a shuddering breath. Then he dropped his head, taking gulps of air through his mouth. His eyes met mine and we just looked at each other as we both fought to get our breathing back to some kind of normal.

  “You okay?”

  I nodded, gave a kind of grunted confirmation that I was. It was all I could manage right then; he’d completely knocked the wind right out of me.

  “Give me a minute,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. “Then I’ll take care of things.”

  I thought he meant the condom, but when he pulled out of me, rolled to his side, and hiked onto his elbow, I realized his meaning.

  “I don’t need taking care of,” I said stroking his arm. “That’s the first tim
e that’s happened.”

  He frowned, his breathing starting to slow. “What?”

  “I’ve never come that way before.”

  His frown intensified. “You’ve never come by being fucked?”

  My pussy clenched. “No.” How on earth could that be? It was his graphic language, I decided. Yes, it was a real turn-on. “Not without additional help.”

  “I thought I’d gone off too fast to get you there.”

  “Hardly. I was already virtually there when you pushed inside me.”

  A slow smile replaced the frown. “Yeah?”

  I nodded. “Don’t go getting all macho on me. It must be something to do with me having gone without sex for a while.”

  “How long? No. Don’t answer that. That’s a conversation for another time.”

  I agreed with that. Talking about other lovers wasn’t something I relished while lying next to Liam after having had fabulously satisfying sex. In fact, I didn’t want to even think about other lovers. I had a feeling that Liam had ruined me for anyone else.

  “Whatever it was,” I said, tracing my finger along his talented lips. “I hope it happens again.”

  He turned his head and bit gently down on my exploring finger. “You can be sure of that. It’s all down to my technique.” He kissed the tip of my finger before releasing it. “Just let me take care of this condom and I’ll be right back to prove it.”

  Chapter Six

  Serena

  Liam did prove it. Over and over again.

  It had been five days since we’d first slept together, and we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.

  Some days we stayed in bed for the whole morning, getting up only to make drinks and snacks. Other days we went exploring around the lake and into the nearby woods, but even then, we found it impossible to keep our hands off each other.

  This morning, Liam had wanted to visit the other side of the lake where he could get decent cell service, so we’d taken his boat and once there I sat on a bench near the lake to sketch while he made calls using the lakeside diner’s signal.