Aftershock (31 page)

He slipped in quickly, closed the door, and turned the lock, then threw the safety bar in place. Sydney stood there, waiting, the beat of her heart trip-hammering. With slow deliberation he licked his lower lip while his eyes tracked every inch of her from head to toe.

“Do you know I could eat you up with a spoon? Lick every inch of your body. Every part. And still not be satisfied.” His rich brown eyes darkened to the color of espresso. “Come here, Syd.”

On legs that trembled, she moved the few inches separating them. When their bodies were nearly touching, he slid his palms up the length of her arms before he slipped them around to cover her ass. His hands squeezed the rounded globes, gently, as if they were two peaches. She wasn’t sure which one of them moaned at the contact. She stood on tiptoe and licked the hollow of his throat. Felt his heartbeat echo inside her.

His lips touched hers in a feathery caress. Against her mouth, he murmured, “Moonlight again. Good. But one of these nights I think I’d like to have all the lights on. Just so I can see every inch of you in minute detail.”

“Okay. But for now, I love the moonlight. It highlights every thought reflected in your eyes. So, what did you tell the guys? I’m sure they wanted to party in your room.”

“That we might feel like a big celebration tonight but we have an important show tomorrow. That they needed to chill out and focus in on giving the best damn performance. That they should spend the night in their rooms with their tablets, enjoying all the great press we’re getting.”

“And they didn’t give you a hard time about it?”

“No. They’re used to me not being a party animal. Never have been, so it’s not out of character for me.”

“Good.” With a bold stroke she ran the tip of her tongue against the seam of his mouth before delicately licking each corner.

He stroked his fingers through the thick strands of her hair before tilting her head to give him better access to her mouth. On a hot slide, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting her everywhere. He took the kiss long and hard and deep, holding her head captive while he drank greedily. He tasted of sin and sweetness and the promise of something new and delicious. They broke apart only when both of them were air starved.

“Sydney?” His mouth was on her jawline, her neck, then across the slope of her breasts.

“Mmm?” She had to cling to him for balance because that kiss alone made her weak in the knees.

One arm banded around her, anchoring her to him, while the other cupped her chin. “I want to say this when I’m cold sober, when there’s nothing around to take away from it and you won’t think it’s because of all the great hot, sweaty, dirty sex that turns both of us on.”

She tried to read his expression but it was impossible with just the moonlight. “Will I hate it?” She flashed a quick grin at him. “If so, let’s just get right to the hot, sweaty, dirty sex.”

He just kept looking at her face, his body plastered to hers. The thick ridge of his erection fought the restraint of the thin denim of his jeans.

“Sydney.” He said it like a caress. “I don’t know how this happened, but I love you.” He gave a half grin. “And I don’t have to make some excuse that when I wrote it earlier, I was only joking with you.” The expression on his face was sober. “I’d never joke about something like this. It’s not who I am. You believe me, right?”

“I do. Oh, yes. I do.” Her heartbeat stumbled. “I love you, too, Rick. And let me just say this wasn’t even on my radar. Not you. Not any guy. Certainly not falling in love.”

Rick brushed her hair away from her cheek and sprinkled her face with lazy, tasting kisses.

She went up on tiptoe again and touched him everywhere she could reach.

His low chuckle promised hot sex in all the meanings of the phrase. He lifted her up in his arms, carried her to the bed, and held her just long enough to sweep the covers back. Then he placed her so she knelt on the mattress, facing him. He lowered his head to lick a line from one shoulder to the other, a line that traced her collarbone, a contact so light and tender it made her entire body shiver.

He gnawed her lips with a gentle pressure of his teeth, then moved to close his mouth around one taut nipple, thin fabric and all. Sydney sucked in a deep breath at the hot, moist contact. She tried to tug Rick’s T-shirt over his head but he was so focused on laving her breasts, on cupping them in his palms, she couldn’t seem to distract him. Somehow she found the energy to push herself away from him and the nipple popped out of his mouth with a
plop!

She grabbed handfuls of his T-shirt in desperation. “Off,” she panted. “Take it off. Now.”

Unsteady and wobbly on her knees, she nevertheless froze in place when the bright moonlight blazed in like quicksilver and illuminated his hard pecs and abs, the fine dust of hair across his chest and the dark brown, flat male nipples. She did what the sight of his bare chest always tempted her to do. Clutching his upper arms for support, she leaned forward, took one hard nipple into her mouth, and dragged her teeth against it budded surface.

“Jesus!” he hissed through his teeth.

Aroused by his response, Sydney nibbled and licked the nipple before moving to the other. Laving the hard ridges of muscle between them, she dragged her mouth down the center of his body until she reached the point where the thick arrow of hair disappeared into his jeans. Letting herself fall back on her heels, she popped the top button on the denim and, as slow as molasses flowing upstream, she lowered the zipper. And gasped when her fingertips encountered no other material.

She looked up at his face and grinned. “Commando, again?”

He gave her his crooked half smile. “Figured the less I put on, the faster I could get it off.”

“A good plan.”

Her hands shook and even her voice wobbled as she pushed the jeans down to the middle of this thighs. Her eyes popped as the moon cast its silver beams onto his broad, swollen cock and the thick nest of curls surrounding it. Wrapping her fingers around the thickness of it, she stroked up and down in smooth strokes. Her other hand slid between his thighs to cup his heavy balls in a sac covered with soft, fine hair. She noticed a thick bead of fluid had emerged and tempted it from the slit of the head. Without even thinking, she brought him to her mouth and, in a movement designed to tease him with its slowness, lapped it with the flat of her tongue.

She had never been a fan of oral sex with her too-few previous partners. Maybe because she hadn’t been into them that way. Didn’t want to pleasure them because it meant giving a part of herself away. She had goals. Ambitions! The Plan! Perhaps it was her disinterest that drove them away each time, her unwillingness to sacrifice everything on the altar of The Plan. Maybe after she reached that point, after she’d virtually spat in Janine’s face….

No! That couldn’t be it. Because, plan or not, she wanted to do everything to and with Rick Trajean. And have him do as much to her. Every sexy, erotic, dirty thing he could come up with.

Love you, too
.

She couldn’t get the words out again because she was so lost in the sensual intimacy of what she was doing. What
they
were doing. Her hand squeezed his balls rhythmically as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Rick laced his fingers through her hair to tilt her head this way and that, to accommodate his size. She, herself, was dripping wet. Her essence clung to her inner thighs and cunt, demanding attention. When he tried to pull away from her she just shook her head slightly. Every so often she glanced up at his face through her lashes. The image of his magnificent body moonlit like some magical warrior made her redouble her efforts.

“Damn, Sydney.” His voice was ragged. “Let up or I’ll come in your mouth.”

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed and continued on with her steady stroking and sucking. She knew the exact moment he reached the point of no return. In the next second his orgasm hit, he lost all control and gave himself over to the pleasure of the climax. He came in thick spurts, his semen hitting the roof of her mouth and, as she tilted her head slightly back again, sliding down her throat and into her body. They were inextricably blended now. Inseparable. One.

He bowed his head and rested his forehead against hers.

“Amazing doesn’t even come close to what I just felt. Holy shit, Sydney. That was a whole lot more than just sex.”

Her lips curved in a secret, self-satisfied smile.

She slid her hands from between his legs and slowly eased his cock from her mouth. When she looked at him and licked her lips, he gave a strangled cry.

“I love you, Syd. I love so many things about you. Who you are. The things you do. But this is going to become one of my most-favorite fantasies. Of all time.”

His hands were trembling, and he curled them into fists, a visible sign of his effort to reach for control of his body. She sat up and gave herself enough balance to push his jeans down around his ankles.

Thank God he’s not wearing any shoes. I’d hate to be struggling with those right now
.

Rick kicked his clothes, or what there was of them, to the side. He took a moment to fish condoms from a pocket and toss them on the bedside table. Jesus, he needed her naked. Now. In desperation he yanked her gown up and over her head. He couldn’t stop himself from taking a soft swipe with his tongue across her dusky-rose nipples before arranging her on the bed and joining her there.

His thighs bracketed her body, and his cock pointed at the top of her mound. He rested back on his heels and drank in every wonderful inch of her. The need to touch every inch of her at once consumed him and he had to dig his fingers into his palm to restrain himself. Body still weakened by the climax she had quite literally wrung from him, he was obsessed with giving her the same pleasure.

“I love you, Syd,” he whispered to her, stroking her cheeks with his knuckles. “You’re…” He searched for the right word, but his brain had turned to mush. “Everything.”

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but he bent low over her and nipped her lower lip. With the weight of both breasts in his palms, he tightened thumbs and forefingers around each nipple. When he squeezed them hard before scraping the edge of his thumbnails over the pebbled surface he drew a ragged moan from her throat.

“You taste like hot sin,” he murmured as he danced his tongue over the spot where he bit her lip, then created a trail the length of her body.

He paused often in his sensuous journey from the hollow at her throat to the tempting valley between her breasts. He released his grip on her nipples as if giving up a treasure, which they were to him, but not before one last, hard final pinch that made her twist beneath him. Her skin, as he worked his mouth down her body, felt like the smoothest silk or whipped ice cream and he felt like a cat lapping at a treat.

He left no inch of her body unexplored—the tiny curve of her tummy, the crease where thigh and hip bone joined, her knees, her ankles. Sitting back on his haunches again, he lifted one elegant foot and pressed soft kisses to the graceful arch. The sweet little sounds drifting from her mouth fueled his hunger.

Rick didn’t know who he tormented more, himself or Sydney, as he took a slow journey to every part of her body. At last, when he’d tasted and nibbled every inch of her skin, he held her hips in his hands and lifted her to his mouth.

Jesus! She smells so damn sweet. And sexy
.

With slow strokes he drew his tongue over the smooth, slick flesh of her pussy. He loved the flavor of her cream, a sweet-spicy blend he couldn’t seem to take into his mouth fast enough. If there weren’t so many other things he wanted to do with her and to her, he was sure he could have spent the rest of the night with his mouth and tongue worshiping her cunt. The taste reminded him of a decadent dessert. Best done slowly to savor each bite and not so fast the incredible experience was over too soon.

He rimmed her opening with the tip of his tongue, slow, lazy circles that elicited delicious cries of pleasure from her. Flicking it back and forth across her clit drew more of those little moans he loved to hear, sounds that made him hard. Made his balls ache.

He pulled the sensitive bundle of tissue into his mouth, closed his lips over it, and slid two fingers into her waiting channel. Sydney almost levitated off the bed. And, holy shit. She was so wet and ready for him. His exhausted cock reacted, hardening and thickening again.

With slow, rhythmic movements he stroked her clit and rubbed his fingers in and out of her. With each thrust, her whimpers grew until they became one long sound. Soon her body moved in measured cadence with his tongue and hand. She tensed, pushed herself into his touch. Her inner flesh gripped him and clenched around his fingers.

Moving his hand so he could grasp her hips, he sped up his movements until with one long, deep cry, she came. He sucked harder on her knotted bundle of flesh and curled his fingers inside her to reach her sweet spot, drawing her release out as long as possible. Aftershocks had not quite subsided when he freed his fingers and rose up over her.

“Open your eyes, Syd.” He could hear the hungry rasp in his own voice. “Look at me.”

When her eyelids fluttered open, he used careful, unhurried strokes to lick away every bit of her essence.

“Now we’ll each carry a part of the other.”

He reached for a condom and rolled it on, his fingers unsteady with desire. Now. He had to be inside her
no
w. When she’d finished using her mouth on him, he was sure his dick would be limp until the next day. But watching her as he brought her to climax changed all that.

He knelt between her thighs, lifted her legs, and draped them over his shoulders. With just a moment to enjoy the sight of her spread wide before him, he guided his cock to her entrance.

“Please,” she begged, even as she tried to recover from the orgasm he’d just wrung from her.

He rolled his hips and, with one strong push, he drove into her.