Back in Black (12 page)

“You have some catching up to do.”

He felt her busy fingers at his waistband and groaned. Pushing her hands aside, he shed the rest of his clothes in record time. Gillian tried to touch him, but Drew wanted her naked, too. Right now. He cupped her breasts once, just because he had to, and then unhooked the front clasp between the cups. The bra opened and Gillian shrugged the straps off her shoulders until they dropped down her arms.

Sucking in a shuddering breath, Drew again slid his hands into her panties, this time to push them down her thighs. When they fell to her feet, she stepped free—and
finally
they were both naked.

His hands shook as he covered her breasts, felt her stiffened nipples and her galloping heartbeat. It thrilled him that she was every bit as carried away as him.

“So fucking sexy . . .” Bending, he took one nipple into his mouth.

On a sharp inhalation, she dug her fingertips into his shoulders. Hefting her in his palms, Drew used his teeth to nip her carefully and felt her tremble. He circled with his tongue, flicked, and when she pressed him closer, he sucked at her like a starving man.

Her long, shuddering groan rewarded him, tightening everything inside him, making him throb.

With his other hand he smoothed along her waist, over her hip, and then to her belly.

“Drew . . .” She said his name as a soft moan of eagerness.

He switched to her other breast, and just as he sucked that nipple into the heat of his mouth, he palmed her sex.

Her fingers contracted on his shoulders, digging hard into his muscles.

Slowly, so slowly that it tormented them both, he used his fingertips to explore her, open her. Hot. Damp. He teased along her inner lips until they parted—and pushed one finger in deep.

Crying out, Gillian arched into him.

Damn, but he could feel her pulsing around his finger, feel her wetness, the slick heat.

He withdrew enough to work in a second finger and taunted her nipple again with his teeth.

Clenching around his fingers, she stiffened and trembled. Drew straightened to look at her face. “You’re already close, aren’t you?”

She nuzzled his jaw, moved against him.
“Yes.”

Pleased with her, he lightly kissed her parted lips. “I want to see this.” He brought his thumb up to touch her clitoris.

Her eyes closed and her head fell back. Holding on to him, she moved with him as he worked his fingers in and out of her, teased her clit, and palmed her ass.

Her stiffened nipples rubbed against his chest, abraded by his chest hair. He’d somehow known she’d be hot, but he hadn’t expected this.

Panting, she said, “Drew . . . I need the bed.”

God, she was amazing. “No,” he whispered. “Not yet.”

“But . . .” Heat poured off her. Between her legs, her slick flesh swelled.
“Drew . . .”

He kept up the steady rhythm, pushing her, and as her orgasm overtook her and her legs went weak, she held on to him.

Drew watched her face, how her expression tightened, twisted. Beautiful and real. Gillian wasn’t a screamer, but her low throaty moans and gasping breaths were a huge turn-on, as much so as her voluptuous, sexy body.

Spent, she went limp in his arms.

“Now the bed,” he decided. If he didn’t get in her soon, he’d embarrass himself.

Gillian let him settle her to the mattress, but she wasn’t quite aligned with the bed. Instead, she lay crossways. From the knees down, her legs hung over the side. Raising her arms above her head, she smiled, and it affected him like a well-placed lick.

“God, the things you do to me . . .” Drew said, but she either didn’t hear him or didn’t care.

Even as he got a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, Drew wondered what it was about Gillian that had him fumbling in such a rush.

Sure, she was hot. No two ways about that. And he’d just discovered that she was uninhibited and sexual, too.

She had a full-figured, killer body that only an idiot wouldn’t appreciate.

Classy, smart, witty, motivated . . . okay, what was there about her
not
to enjoy?

“Drew, don’t take this the wrong way.”

Forcing his gaze from her soft belly and damp pubic hair to her face, Drew lifted a brow. “What?”

“I’m flattered that you appear to enjoy looking at me. And you’re not exactly hard on the eyes, either.” As she said that, her gaze dipped over him, stalling on his erection. She squirmed on the sheets, shifting in urgency. “Very impressive, in fact. But I’m a more tactile person, I guess. I’d really like to
feel
you, not just look at you, you know?”

Closing his eyes against her stimulating words, Drew struggled for control.

Gillian didn’t let up.

“Seriously, Drew, if you think you could bring yourself down here to me . . . well, that would be very nice.”

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” Lost, Drew caught her legs in the crook of his elbows and moved over her. As he spread her supple thighs wide, he wedged his hips in. The flesh of her silky inner thighs against his waist sent blood rushing to his head. The sensation of dominating her turned him on even more.

This,
he thought,
is how a woman should feel, giving and sexy and soft
.

Her legs pressed back, exposing her more, making his heartbeat thunder in his ears. He could see all of her. Even in the dim light, he was able to watch as his cock pressed into her, as her sleek, pink lips opened around him.

Rather than protest, Gillian put her head back in a sign of submission.
She
loved it, too, and knowing that was enough to destroy his control.

Immersing himself in the sounds of her heavy breathing, the heat of her, and the intoxicating scent of her arousal, Drew entered her.

And found her wet, but so damn snug.

He hadn’t expected that and he closed his eyes for only a moment, struggling with himself. When he opened them again, he sank in a little more and locked his teeth at how she squeezed him so tightly. “How long has it been for you?”

Lifting her head, Gillian stared at him in lust-dazed disbelief. “My God, Drew, do you really want to have this conversation now?”

Hear about Gillian with other men? Was he an idiot? No. He shook his head. “Probably not.”

She dropped back again. “I didn’t think so.”

Jaw clenched, testicles tight, Drew kept up the slow pressure until she held every inch of him. Liking that a lot, he leaned down onto her, pressing her legs back even more, relishing every sensation.

The muscles in her legs tensed; she knotted her hands in the bedsheets and groaned. In this position, he was impossibly deep—and still he leaned down more until he could suck on her jutting nipples.

As soon as he did that, Gillian moaned, arched her back up to accommodate him, and grabbed for his biceps as if she needed an anchor.

Pushed to the limit, Drew pulled back and thrust in again. He felt her womb, felt the clenching of her body, almost as if in pain.

They both gasped.

Holding himself still, Drew asked, “Are you okay?”

She swallowed twice, nodded, and whispered, “Don’t you dare stop.”

“No, no, I won’t.” Done with holding back, Drew rode her hard, withdrawing and driving in again, over and over, harder each time. Positioned as they were, every thrust slid his length along her clitoris. She went wild.

Whatever finesse he’d hoped to employ would have to come after he took the edge off, Drew decided. But it didn’t matter right now anyway, because Gillian was with him, moving her hips as much as she could in his restrained hold.

She spurred him on with soft moans and harsh groans and the continuous gripping of her body as she neared her release.

Before he’d even realized she was ready, she cried out, her back bowing hard and her inner muscles clamping down.

“Gillian.” He said her name just to hear it, just to reaffirm the reality of her here with him, taking him and giving to him and enjoying every second.

It went on and on, pushing Drew over the edge. He needed her mouth, so he kissed her, and he kept on kissing her until he sank down onto her with his own numbing release.

Moments later, depleted, he carefully released her legs and moved to her side. The storm still battered his house, almost matching his heartbeat.

Languidly, Gillian reached over and put a hand on his sweaty abdomen. He covered it with his own.

“You’re right, Drew.”

He couldn’t even breathe yet, and she wanted to talk? Taking a deep breath to help catch his wind, he tried to man up. “About?”

She turned to her side to face him and slipped one leg over his.

That felt nice. Really nice. Curling up with Gillian after incredible sex—yeah, he liked that.

She snuggled into him. “I’m in no hurry to run off.”

He didn’t quite have the energy to laugh, but he at least managed a smile.

Turning his head toward her, Drew found her silky black hair mussed around her face. Her eyes were heavy, her lips swollen.

And thinking about sexy . . . he remembered the tightness of her, the fit. “So how long has it been for you?”

Incredulity fell over her face before she slanted him a look. “You already knew that my tastes were . . .” She searched for a word and settled on “. . . exacting.”

Of course she was—and it flattered him. “But I passed muster, huh?”

Smiling, she ran one finger down his chest. “You do possess a sort of raw appeal.”

He turned toward her and smoothed back her hair. It was so sleek, it felt liquid. Everything about her was ultimately feminine, and yet strong. Particularly her sexual appetite.

She pressed her cheek into his palm. It was the weirdest thing, especially since he was well sated, yet far from done.

But right now, with Gillian Noode, maybe for the first time with a woman, he felt . . . tender. Affectionate.

Drew shook his head. No way in hell was he ready to head down that road just because of awesome sex. Okay, it was more than sex, but still . . . “Clean up, food, and then back in the bed.”

“Mmmm.” She smiled again. “The upcoming order?”

“For the rest of the night.” He kissed her hard and fast and rose from the tangled sheets. “You can stay put and I’ll play the gentleman if you want.”

“Dinner in bed?”

With Gillian, he wouldn’t mind
everything
in bed—especially if she stayed just as she was now: smiling, sweet-tempered, responsive to him, and best of all, naked.

He looked her over and wanted her again. Already.

Sounding a little hoarse, he said, “Yeah.” And then, before he started doing something stupid, like declaring himself to a woman he barely knew but who wanted to change him in every way imaginable, he said, “Relax. I’ll be right back.”

 

 

WITH his heart thumping and his body taut, Brett pushed back his chair and came around to Audrey’s side of the table. Startled, she stared up at him. A smile would have helped, but he couldn’t quite drum one up around the thrumming of lust. He held out a hand, and when she accepted it, he pulled her to her feet.

“Here?” she asked in a near squeak.

Brett hesitated. Did she regret taunting him? Was she having second thoughts, or did she just enjoy teasing him?

Since he was falling fast, it might be time to find out. Drawing a breath, he said, “Come on.”

Leading her back to the stairs, he walked down a few steps then turned to her. They had a few seconds of privacy here, and he hoped it would be enough.

Ah, no, she wasn’t teasing him, Brett thought. Looking at her, he saw a reflection of everything he felt. Already Audrey breathed too deep and her brown eyes were wide, darker, and glittering.

She wanted him.

But unlike him, she had reservations that he’d have to help her overcome. Once he did, he felt sure they’d both enjoy themselves for however long things lasted.

Audrey slicked her tongue over her bottom lip. “Our food should be ready soon.”

Brett wanted to groan at her uncertainty—but he had promised her. Besides, when they finally got together, he wanted her with him one hundred percent.

Flattening one hand on the wall beside her head and staring down at his feet, he worked to compose himself. When he felt in control again, he faced her. “It’s up to you, Audrey. What do you want to do?”

For an answer, she looked at his mouth, and with every second that passed, the tension ramped between them.

Suddenly she was on him again and Brett felt consumed. The sounds of the bar faded beneath the heat of her mouth, her unique scent, and her anxious participation.

The food would wait.

Leaning into her, Brett slid a hand from her waist to her hip—and urged her in for some sizzling, full-body contact. She was so small that one of his hands would cover a good deal of her cute little bottom. His palm tingled at that thought.

When the music suddenly died and the sound of the crowd grew rowdy, Brett didn’t understand.

He could hear Barber, the lead musician, making an announcement, but in the stairwell his words weren’t clear. And with Audrey clinging to him, kissing him so hotly, he didn’t really care.

Until the door to the stairs burst open.

“What the hell?”

Several people rushed through. Brett flattened himself against Audrey to protect her.

“Brett?”

“Shh. Something’s going on.”

At the top of the stairs, he saw a bouncer directing people into the stairwell, cautioning them to go slowly and in an orderly fashion.

Something had happened. What, he had no idea. Maybe a fire? But he hadn’t heard an alarm and he didn’t smell any smoke. He took Audrey’s hand and pulled her around so that she could go down the stairs in front of him.