HOT Secrets

by Lynn Raye Harris

  “You worry me, Sky. It wasn’t that long ago you couldn’t stand to be in the same room with me. And now you want to have sex?”

  His laugh was light. “Honey, I’m a man. Of course I want to have sex. I always want to have sex.”

  “But not with me. You said so the other night in the motel.”

  “I lied. I spent the first hour harder than a rock. And that was after I’d jerked off in the shower before we ever went to bed.”

  Bliss’s jaw dropped. “Wait… You jerked off in the shower?”

  He closed the distance between them, but he didn’t touch her. He stood in front of her, their bodies inches apart, and she had to tip her head back to see his face.

  “Had to. Because I couldn’t think. Because you made me hard.”

  “I made you hard?”

  “Is it so difficult to believe?”

  Hot tears pricked her eyelids. “Of course it is. You hated me, Sky. If I knew nothing else about you, I knew that.”

  He fingered a lock of her hair. “Yeah, well, maybe I didn’t know myself as well as I thought I did.” He tugged the lock gently, reeling her closer. “Two choices, Bliss. One, we let this happen. Two, we stop right here and ignore what we both so clearly want. The power is yours. All you gotta do is tell me which it’s going to be.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Her eyes were wide as she gazed up at him. She put her palms on his chest, smoothed them over his bare skin. Left a trail of fire wherever she touched. No other woman made him feel so much. He was done fighting himself over it. He just had to accept it, and then he had to figure out where they went—if anywhere—from here. Maybe it was simply a matter of indulging in her until he didn’t want her anymore.

  Or maybe she was a permanent drug in his veins and he was going to have to decide how to deal with that. He’d married her once—too quickly—and he’d paid an emotional price for it. Did he want to go there again?

  “I want you too, Sky. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. You weren’t the only one who was hurt the last time.”

  “I know.”

  Her gaze searched his. “But this is just sex, right? No promises, no commitments?”

  He picked up her palm and pressed a kiss in the center. “It’s whatever you need it to be, Bliss.”

  Her laugh was soft. “Is that your way of saying that you’ll do whatever it takes to get in my panties?”

  He blinked. “That’s not what I meant but I guess I see how you got there. No, I mean that if you want this to be only sex with no promises, then that’s what it is. And if you want it to be the beginning of something, then we can do that too. Because I suspect that once with you won’t be enough. It never was.”

  “Oh, Sky.” She let her hand drift lower, over his abdomen. His muscles clenched. “I suspect that sex with you is going to be a lot of things, quite honestly. And I don’t know what all those things are. I only know that as scared as I am, I’m also human. Four years is a long time, and I’m ready to get back in the saddle. I’m tired of vibrators and porn.”

  “What—?” He didn’t get to form the next thought because her fingers slid over his cock, pressing against the fabric of his shorts. His brain short-circuited as a groan escaped him.

  That must have been her signal because Bliss tugged his shorts down suddenly, freeing him. Before he could get his bearings, she dropped to her knees, both hands on his cock as she stroked him from root to tip.

  He was mesmerized by the sight of her down there, stroking him, staring at him as if he were candy. But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. His brain told him that, but his body was lost in what she was doing to him. The tip of her tongue darted out and then down along the underside of his cock as she cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm.

  And then her mouth closed over him and his eyes threatened to roll back in his head. His body stiffened as he tried to talk himself off the ledge. Her tongue was magic, rolling and sliding against his hard length. She couldn’t take all of him, but she made it about a third of the way. The rest she worked with one hand while she fondled his balls with the other.

  “Bliss,” he groaned. “Baby.”

  “Come for me,” she said, tonguing the tip of his cock. And then she went back to work, sucking and stroking and coaxing him to explode. He meant to pull away and make it last. Meant to get her naked so he could lick her at the same time—but none of it happened.

  He fisted his hands in her hair, arched his hips into her, let her take as much of him as she wanted. She moved faster, her eyes meeting his from time to time. It was sexy as fuck to watch.

  He wanted it to last, but there was no way in hell it was going to. He felt the tingling in his balls, the hot tide of semen welling inside him, spurting into her warm, wet mouth as she took him all. He might have shouted when he came. His knees felt like rubber as he blinked and gulped and put a hand on the wall to stay upright.

  Bliss got to her feet with a smile and disappeared into the bathroom. As soon as he could move, Sky kicked off his shorts and underwear and then padded to her bed where he yanked the covers back and settled down to wait. He’d come undone for her, and he was still processing the way it made him feel.

  The least he could do was return the favor.

  She walked into the room a few seconds later, looking more than a little satisfied with herself.

  He patted the bed beside him. “Your turn.”

  She froze, biting her lip. Hesitating.

  “It’s too late,” he told her softly. “You can’t put the genie back in the bottle now.”

  Bliss trembled. No, she couldn’t put the genie back. He was right about that. And she didn’t want to. But crossing those few feet to the bed, climbing in there with Sky, knowing what he was about to do to her—she wanted to hold this moment right here for as long as she could. She wanted the anticipation and the joy and none of the worry that came with giving herself to her ex-husband. To the man who still had the power to twist her up inside even though she would have sworn she’d stopped loving him years ago.

  He was so gorgeous lying there on her bed, his naked body muscled, tattooed, and sexy as all hell. And he was still hard. Beautifully, fully hard. She wanted to sink down on top of him, take him deep inside, and ride him until she exploded.

  Before she could make the decision to move, he pushed off the bed and strode toward her. He reached for the hem of her T-shirt and dragged it up. She lifted her arms so he could pull it off. There was no question she was going to obey. He dropped the shirt and then pushed her yoga pants and underwear down her hips so that she had to step out of them.

  “That’s better,” he murmured before he dipped his head to hers and took her mouth.

  Bliss melted as his tongue plunged between her lips. He took advantage of her pliant body and pulled her against him. Hot skin met hot skin. Bliss sighed.

  Sky turned her and walked her backward until her knees met the edge of the bed. And then he broke the kiss and pushed her down onto the mattress. When he dropped to his knees between her legs, she knew she was about to get the same treatment she’d given him.

  He dragged her all the way to the edge, put her knees on his shoulders, and met her gaze over the delta of her body. His hazel eyes gleamed.

  “I’ve dreamed of this,” he told her, and a shiver ran down her spine.

  “When?”

  “For years, Bliss. Years.”

  It didn’t seem possible. She wanted to ask him how, why—but he touched his tongue to the wet seam between her legs and her breath stopped. She curled her fists into the sheets as pleasure streaked from her clit to her nipples and then down into her toes.

  “Sky!”

  He inserted two fingers into her, fucked her slowly while he licked a path around her clit. The pleasure built inside her like a giant spring compressing. Soon the spring would snap.

  But not soon enough because Sky knew—he’d always known—how to drag it out for her. He nibbled her cli
t gently, then harder, then stopped for a few seconds before returning to rebuild the aching tension inside her.

  Bliss undulated her hips, seeking the most pressure right where she wanted it, but Sky resisted doing what she wanted. And then he began to lick his way upward, across her abdomen, between her breasts, his fingers still keeping that slow, steady rhythm inside her.

  “These tits,” he said as he licked the peak of a nipple. “They’re being neglected.”

  “No, not yet,” she begged. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

  Sky chuckled as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and tugged hard enough to send a little spike of pleasure winging its way down to her clit. How in the hell were those two points connected anyway? She didn’t know, but damned if Sky hadn’t always been able to bring the connection to life.

  “Shh,” he said, suckling her nipples one after the other. He withdrew his fingers from her body and brought both hands up to shove her breasts together, the peaks pointing straight up as he continued to lick and suck each one.

  Bliss squirmed beneath him, both because she wanted him to put his face between her legs again and because what he was doing felt so damned good. Her body had been neglected for too long. She’d used her vibrator to get off, but her nipples hadn’t gotten any attention in forever. Not since the last time he’d sucked them over four years ago.

  Eventually, when she was so wet she could feel her juices dripping down the insides of her thighs, Sky ran the flat of his hand down her belly, skimmed over her clit, and dipped two fingers inside her again.

  “God, you’re wet,” he said as he dropped between her legs again. When his tongue touched her this time, her back arched off the bed and a gasp burst from her throat. His fingers moved in and out, fast and hard, as he concentrated his mouth on her clit.

  She wanted it to last longer, for the pleasure to build higher, but she couldn’t hold back another second. Bliss shattered with a sharp cry. Her vision went black as wave after wave of intense satisfaction rippled through her body.

  Sky didn’t let her quit. He sucked her clit and kept fucking her with his fingers until she cried out a second time and then begged him to stop.

  He did as she asked that time and she went limp on the bed, her arms and legs spread wide, her chest heaving as she dragged in air and tried to calm her racing heart.

  “That was fucking amazing,” he said as he moved up her body, kissing her breasts, her throat, her lips. “I love it when you come.”

  “I can’t move.”

  He stroked his fingers along her side, palmed her breast. “Think you can sleep now?”

  She turned her head into his chest, kissed his hard pec. It felt good to have the right to do that. “No, I still need you inside me. Just give me a few minutes.”

  He laughed. “Baby, I’d love to. But we need to discuss something.”

  Her heart throbbed. “What?”

  “Birth control.”

  “Oh. Of course. I still have an implant, and I, uh, haven’t been with anyone, so I’m good. You?”

  “I’m good. But Bliss, what do you mean you haven’t been with anyone? You said something earlier about porn and vibrators but then you sucked my dick and I couldn’t think.”

  She dropped her gaze to his chest. Dammit. “I mean I haven’t been with anyone,” she whispered. “Since you.”

  He put two fingers beneath her chin and forced her to look at him. His expression was fierce. “Wait a minute—is that true? Why would you say that to me?”

  Did he really think she was lying? It hit her like a ton of bricks that he thought exactly that. Of course he did.

  Bliss shoved at his chest and tried to push herself up and off the bed. But he gripped her arms and pushed her down again, pinning her to the mattress with his body. One hand wrapped around her throat—not hard, not scary—dominating her and forcing her to look him in the eye.

  His expression was even fiercer than before. “Swear to me you aren’t lying.”

  His fingers on her throat were firm but light and a strange kind of excitement shot through her. “Why in the hell would I lie about such a thing, Sky? What does it gain me? It’s embarrassing, don’t you think? I’ve just admitted to my ex-husband that I couldn’t find anyone else to fuck me after we split, so what does that say about me, huh?”

  A shudder rolled through his body. His eyes went scary hard. And hot. Oh God, so hot.

  “What it says is you were either too naive or too picky, because son of a bitch, baby, there are plenty of guys out there who want to fuck you. Hell, Wolf or Easy would have done the job in the motel if you’d showed any inclination toward letting them.”

  “It’s not like I didn’t try to find someone,” she said hoarsely. “I dated. Eventually. I even made out with a few of them—but it never worked out. So the only thing that’s been inside me since you is a lifelike purple rubber dong named Big Boy. There, I said it, so just go away and let me die in peace now.”

  He frowned. “Die?”

  “From embarrassment, you idiot. I just told you the only thing I’ve had sex with in four years is a dildo.”

  He didn’t know what to say or how to think about her revelation, but damn if it didn’t make him hard. Did he believe her? Yeah, he did. Bliss was beautiful, but she was also somewhat reserved. Not with him. She’d never been that way with him.

  But in the brief time they’d been married, he’d come to realize his wife was an introvert. Typical of computer geeks, really. She was happiest doing her thing, not being surrounded by people. He was the same way. Maybe that’s why they’d gotten along so well from the beginning. They’d essentially been two homebodies in a bar, and they’d both wanted to be anywhere but there.

  “So let me make sure I have this straight,” he said, his fingers still on her throat. Feeling her pulse. Forcing her to look at him. Though he probably didn’t have to force her anymore. He loosened his grip and she shifted her body under him, restless. “You haven’t had sex with anyone since we split. You’re clean. I’m clean. And you’re on birth control.”

  She nodded, then dragged her lower lip between her teeth. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Then we can go bare. You okay with that?”

  “Yes… But Sky?”

  “Yeah, honey?”

  “How many women have you been with since me?”

  His heart hitched. Of course she would ask. Of course. “Honestly, Bliss—I don’t know. A few. None of them bare, no relationships. And in the past six months? Nobody. I’m tired of meaningless sex with women I don’t know and don’t want to know. And that’s the truth.”

  “Careful, Sky,” she said in that sweet Southern drawl he loved, “or I’ll think this isn’t meaningless sex we’re having.”

  He ran his palm down her throat, over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and then down her flat belly to the soft mound of her pussy. She wasn’t bare down there, but she trimmed. He threaded his fingers into her hair, then slid one into her wet heat, circling her clit while she gasped and writhed.

  “I’m not sure it is meaningless, Bliss. With you, there’s always meaning. I just don’t know what the meaning is sometimes.”

  He lifted himself away from her body, turned her until she was on her belly. Then he came down on top of her, their skin touching for a brief moment before he lifted again, pressed his mouth to the base of her neck, slid his tongue down the valley of her spine.

  “Sky,” she moaned, clutching the pillow in her fists, lifting her ass to push against him. Asking for more.

  “I’m going to enter you from behind first,” he told her, skimming his fingers down her body and into her pussy. “So I can watch you take me in. And then, when I’ve gotten my fill of watching my dick slide into your body, I’m going to turn you over and make love to you until you fall apart beneath me. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Sky lifted her hips, urging her up and onto her knees so that her ass was in the air and her head was still
on the pillow. Then he guided himself to her wet heat, sinking into her body carefully since she hadn’t had a lover in four years. Dildos didn’t count in his estimation.

  She was tight and hot and all the hair on his body stood on end as she gloved him. It felt so good, so fucking amazing, that he had to stop and not move for a long moment, because he was in danger of losing his shit and coming in about three pumps if he didn’t get control.

  “You okay, Bliss?”

  “No,” she moaned. “I mean yes, but no. Sky, you have to move. You have to do something.”

  He gripped her hips in his hands and pumped slowly, carefully. But Bliss was having none of it. She started to move on her own, slamming back against him, trying to make him move faster and harder than he intended. The arch of her back was sexy as sin, with her narrow waist and her dark hair that flowed over her shoulders in a sleek wave.

  He stared at the picture they made, at all that pretty skin and her round ass, his cock disappearing inside her again and again, and he knew he’d made a mistake. Sky swallowed a groan. He wasn’t going to last if he had to watch like this.

  He pulled out and Bliss cried out in surprise. But then he flipped her over and her legs wrapped around his hips, her ankles catching behind his back as he slid deep inside her. This was where he was meant to be. This time, anyway. Another time and he’d fuck her from behind, but right now he couldn’t do it and make it last.

  Hell, maybe he couldn’t last this way either, because there was something so profound about being naked with Bliss again. It meant something more than he’d expected it would. Like maybe there were still feelings for her inside him, working their way out now that all the barriers were down between them.

  At least the physical barriers anyway.

  He dropped his head and captured her lips. Her mouth opened beneath his, their tongues joining, stroking and teasing as their bodies began to move together. It wasn’t the fast, furious fuck he’d expected it would be. It was, as he’d said to her before he’d entered her, lovemaking. You didn’t have to be in love to make love, so he wasn’t freaked out by the fact. It was more than fucking, less than being in love. It was slow and hot and beautiful and intense all at once.