Body Work (5 page)

She spent a restless night dreaming of his touch, reliving those moments when he
’d leaned over her, imprisoning her in the Jag. Her nipples got so hard her silk sheets abraded them. In her dreams she felt him roam across her flesh, from her neck to her chest, past her waist. He moved lower and slower, making the most of every quivering inch of her.

He let his nose drift over her belly, allowing it to linger at her navel, then lower. He scented her thighs, sought the heated skin behind her knees. Sliding lower still, he encircled her ankles with his steely fingers and opened her legs. Keeping his gaze centered on her juicy slit he drew her big toe into his mouth and suckled and licked. The sensation was incredible and brought on another gush of cream. He continued the swirling action of his tongue until her back arched and her slit opened wider to receive...nothing. No finger pressed into her, no tongue eased along her outer lips. She thrashed on the bed and nearly wakened, but he moved his palm along her calf and pulled her back into the deliciously sensual dream.

One hand slid along behind her knee while his other smoothed his organ. She watched his hand slide along its length, squeezing the bulbous head. A slick tear appeared at the eye and her mouth watered with wonder at how he’d taste. His hand slid ever closer to her weeping center, her hips widened, she raised her mons in a seeking motion only a machine could ignore. Still he didn’t touch, didn’t bring relief.

She felt his chest hair tickle the soft skin of her calves, his chin rasp against her pubis as he dipped close, without touching.

Never touching . . . .

She sought relief in her tangled sheets, pulling the silk between her legs, rubbing it against her clit. Her own hand was a poor substitute for his.

When she woke, heated and unsatisfied, she pulled out the box of batteries and loaded them into her new best friend.

Afterward, still empty and unclaimed, she climbed out of bed determined to make Tyce put out the fire he started.

A spurt of hot anger might be just the thing to push him over the edge. She was burning up and so was he. There were many delectable things she’d like to do with the energy that sizzled its way to her center.

They could enjoy the next few weeks, work to get the cars ready
, and play together in bed. Their differences could be put aside, old hurts eased, and their itch for each other scratched. Maybe they could even be friends when it was over.

That afternoon, Lisa gathered her nerve and slipped into her new string bikini, another of the supplies she
’d bought. The ruby colored triangles of material did little to hide her breasts and mound. The thong backside was the worst, though. She’d never worn anything so blatant in her life.

Tying the last string on her hip, she reached for her robe and covered herself. The terry warmed her instantly, and gave her a false sense of security.

Frustrated with her own cowardice, she dropped the robe and wrapped a sheer sarong around her hips. The gathers of material across her belly and thighs provided more mystery than coverage, but she felt less exposed.

Anyone who saw her would be able to read her
thoughts; she realized when she looked in the mirror. Eyes alight, rosy swatches of color across her cheeks, lips moist, and nipples beaded, she was a woman on a mission.

She would not be denied.

She straightened her shoulders, slicked lip gloss across her mouth, and picked up her novel, a poor camouflage.

Halfway out the door, she felt self-conscious enough to dash back inside and pick up her robe. She carried it, refusing to give in to the desire to cover up.

The cook looked goggle-eyed at her, but didn’t speak as she strode out of the kitchen. Jason’s reaction gave her a little more confidence. As she approached, he bobbed his head and blushed crimson, trying not to be obvious in his interest.

She cruised by him with a nod.

Tyce was on the phone but stopped talking when he caught sight of her. The telltale sidestep behind the car cheered her enormously. He reacted so quickly, so completely, she knew he wouldn’t make her wait much longer.

She stopped on her way past
and tapped him on the forearm. “When you’re finished here, you should come out to the pool. It’s a great way to let off steam after a hard day’s work.”

His jaw flexed but he said nothing.

She swam her lengths, working herself to near exhaustion until finally she climbed out of the pool to stretch out on a chaise lounge. It was cool for swimming, cooler for sunbathing, but she liked it this way. Besides, thinking of Tyce generated enough heat to keep her warm in spite of the breeze that kicked up.

She hadn
’t been able to stop thinking of him. Her body craved him, her heart remembered him and her mind couldn’t sort out why the hell she thought things would be any different. Tyce Branton had captured her at fourteen and never really let go.

She stretched one leg and pulled her other foot close to her body. The cool air eased the heat between her thighs. She slipped on her sunglasses and picked up her novel, idly tugging at the thong bikini bottom. Relief would take more than this.

She replayed all the mental snapshots she’d taken of him this morning. His palm, smoothing a paint blister he’d found on the Jag’s front right fender. He’d smoothed and stroked at the spot until she’d wanted to scream from frustration.

She moved the front piece of the thong against herself once, twice, and gave up the pretense of reading. All she wanted was Tyce
’s hand on her engorged nub. She tugged.
Yes, yes, just like that.

She moaned and twisted the thong, spreading herself wide to tease and tantalize.

The whispering slide of the glass door behind her made her turn. Tyce. She set the tip of one finger to herself and pressed.
Oh God.

“
Decided to join me?” she asked. She slowly rocked her upraised knee from side to side. Tick tock.

“
I used the shower.” Tyce moved toward her, hair still glistening, eyes on her knee as it opened and closed. “I wanted to see the pool and when I opened the door I heard a moan. Are you all right?”

“
I will be soon.” She readjusted her bikini to cover herself, but the flare in his gaze told her he’d seen. A muscle jumped in his jaw as he walked around her to check out the pool and private backyard. “The hedge is tall.”

His jeans bulged and he turned toward her, for once not hiding his erection from her hungry gaze.

“Yes. And thick. I like thick.” Her voice held a husky tone and she wondered if she sounded as breathy as she felt.

He had his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, his jeans tented even more. His gaze traveled up from her toes, past her now still knees, and slowed at her shadowed center. Eventually, after he
’d looked his fill he slid on up to her breasts. He focused intently for a long, measuring moment and she very nearly reached for her robe to cover herself.

“
Cold out here.”

She palmed her nipples. “
Yes, it is. Are you finished for the day?”

He nodded, watching her with an intent stare that had her moist and ready. Full of ache.
“The kid’s gone back to the hotel. He met a girl.”

“
I’m not surprised. He looks like you did at that age.”

He scrubbed his scalp, ruffling his hair into soft spikes that took her back to the trailer park and being fourteen. She caught her breath at the instant recognition of all the feelings she
’d had. Still had?

“
I was so infatuated with you,” she said. Hard to believe a crush could last so long. To escape it and her foolish thoughts, she stood and gathered her robe and novel.

“
This was a mistake,” she said clearly and turned away.

She supposed it looked like an invitation rather than an escape because he caught up to her before she entered the pool house.

Her insides kicked into overdrive.

Five

The Oil Change

Inside the small den in the pool house, Lisa felt Tyce
’s touch at her elbow, felt him run his fingers down to her hand and tug the robe and novel out of her grasp. He set them on the leather recliner in front of the television.

His hands tightened on the strings at her back. She confessed her heavy need and anticipation with a gasp.

“Let me,” he said on a guttural whisper as he pulled her against him. She felt his lean hardness at her back. His heavy erection pulsed against her bottom and his hands cupped her breasts under her ruby-red bikini top.

He opened fingers on both hands to frame her nipples. He squeezed his fingers together and pinched, tugged
, then released again and again, making erotic tingles dance south to her deepest center, flaring into moist heat between her legs.

She moved in a primal flex of hips that showed him plainly what she wanted, needed. He moved his palms to her belly and pressed in, holding her still in a claiming that promised she
’d get exactly what she wanted.

“
Let me,” he said again, more forcefully.

“
Yes,” she said as he undid her bra.

The triangles of material slid to the floor and she sighed, expecting him to turn her. Instead he pressed his erection between her cheeks and cupped her mound. Twining the triangle of material around his finger he tugged in much the same way she had earlier, but his hand, his heat, his strength made it seem like so much more.

The feeling was exquisite torture, and she flexed against his erection again and again, urging him silently to take what she offered and give what she needed.

Finally, slowly
Tyce turned her into his arms. “Let me.”

He said her name and she said his. After all these years, a claiming, finally.

His fingers trailed the line from her right nipple down to her loins. She sighed with the rightness of it.

His gaze clashed with hers as he ducked her attempt to kiss him.

“You want to get laid. I’ll oblige. It’s not as if I haven’t fucked my share of rich spoiled women.” The tone he used was aggressive and confused her.

“
What? I thought . . .” Surprised, she pulled back to study his face. Fire burned in his eyes, but his lips were set in a grim line. “So you’re doing me a favor?”

“
I see a problem, and I fix it. You’re hot as sin, and need something I can give you. Let me give it to you.” His finger slid beneath the soaked triangle at her center and rubbed at her clit. He tapped it with his fingertip, causing a riot of sensation that made her legs ease open of their own accord. She was lost.

The hot edge in his voice cut through her like a butter curler. She felt churned up, couldn
’t make sense of his signals. His body said he wanted her, his fingers danced against her neediness, his voice and words said he didn’t want to.

Her pride came to her rescue at last.
“You’re not talking to some cheap piece of ass,” she managed on a breathy huff.

“
I’m talking to the woman who’s been dancing around me for three days, coming onto me like I’m her last meal.” He unzipped his jeans. “Go ahead, see what you’ve done to me, I dare you.”

His erection was huge, his rising shaft longer, wider than she
’d imagined in her dream. His finger against her promised hot ecstasy and it had been a long, long time.

Lisa fought her battle of lust, anger
, and pride while Tyce slid his strong, thick-fingered hands down her sides to grasp her hips. He molded her and waited without a word. He let his actions speak of his need instead.

The hard skin of his fingers tickled and scratched, setting off sparklers that ran straight to her center. A thick slide of juices at the thought of his heavy member made her reach for him.

She sobbed, dismayed at her weakness but drawn to him just the same. She spread the teeth of his zipper apart, and then freed the turgid head of his penis. Daintily, she traced the rigid cap, delighted by the velvet smoothness and hot power in her hand. His jaw clenched as she worked the button of his jeans to free him completely.

He might be angry at old wounds, but Tyce Branton wanted her in a way she responded to beyond her wildest imaginings. And heaven help her because she was powerless to help herself.

She worked his shaft, watching as he closed his eyes and jutted forcefully into her hand. “That’s right, like that.”

He touched her shoulders and gently urged her to kneel before him.
“Wet me.”

Greedy for her first taste of him, she enclosed his entire head and most of his shaft in a sudden swirl of mouth and tongue.

Smooth and warm and hard and spicy, he tasted like ambrosia. She grasped his buttocks and steadied him so she could slide her mouth up and down his shaft without needing to hold it. This was what she wanted, what she craved. She moaned in anticipation of what was to come when he flexed in her mouth, once, twice, three times.

Not wanting him to come just yet, she settled back to a more sedate suction and nibbled the length of him delicately.

His large hands cupped the back of her head firmly guiding her until the flexing started again. Her juices flowed so freely, she had to stand or risk coming by the sheer power of thought.

“
I’ve got to get these jeans off. Then I’m going to get you off,” he said with a guttural moan. “Would you like that? To come on my face? On my fingers?”

She couldn
’t answer, couldn’t even form one, the images he evoked were too much of everything she wanted, needed. She stood on wobbly legs as he got rid of his boots, pants, and socks. He sat her on the sofa, then splayed her knees, and draped them over his shoulders.

She saw his gaze flare when he looked at her, open and ready. He slid the material aside and adjusted her legs wider so he could see more.

“Inside, you’re as pink as your bathing suit. Dark pink and wet. I’m going to taste you there, Lisa.”

She moaned, incapable of coherent thought. His hand was surer, larger, hotter
, and demanded more of her than her own hand ever could. She ripened to near bursting as her clitoris swelled, plump with desire.

“
You’re glistening,” he said as he leaned in close and finally undid the strings at her hips.

She nodded. “
I’m dripping.”

He dipped his forefinger into the slight indentation deep between her legs. She felt the effect immediately. Blooming like a rose, she opened to allow for any exploration he wanted. She thought of the thickened head of his penis and felt a burst of moisture in her mouth. She wanted him inside her pussy and her mouth at the same time.

Frustrated by his slow inspection she raised her hips toward him hoping he’d get the hint and speed things up. No luck.

Tyce rimmed her outer lips with one finger, while spreading the hood over her clit with two fingers of his other hand. His eyes glittered when he saw the ripe bud straining toward him.

“Beautiful,” he said on a hushed breath. “You’re so ready, so full, so . . . mine.” She felt the heat of his gaze, the extent of his want, and caught her breath. Too long he looked; making her wonder if he’d ever take her where she needed to go.

Finally, finally she saw his head drop toward her and she braced herself for the onslaught of tongue she felt sure was coming.

Instead, he did no more than moisten her aching, protruding clit. A cool draft of air played across the nub as he blew gently.

Ready to cry out or pull his face to her she was taken by surprise when the rimming of her lips turned into something more.

She arched with the invasion, arched and spasmed around his marauding fingers, so close to orgasm she whimpered.

“
Not yet, babe. Stretch for me.” He slipped another finger inside and massaged her clit with his thumb until she moaned and writhed with the onslaught. Just as she flooded his fingers, he finally bent his lips to her and sucked in the juices that flowed with her coming.

Lisa writhed and bucked and rode it out to the end. Finally, legs slack, she felt hi
s hands leave her as he stood. “Good?”

Spent, hardly able t
o catch her breath she nodded. “Good,” she managed.

His erection was now at eye level and she tipped her tongue across the telltale bead of moisture at the eye of his cock. He pulled back, out of range.

“I want to come inside you. I’ve never seen a woman so wet and ready. How long’s it been?”

“
Three and half years.” She hadn’t figured the time until her body had gone into overdrive at first sight of Tyce again. Then it all caught up to her at once.

There it was, out there, never to be taken back. She was desperate, sex-starved and at his mercy. She held her breath, waiting for his reaction.

He looked disbelieving. “You were married four.”

“
Harris was ill far longer than he let on. He needed me.”

Tyce nodded. He
’d always understood family obligation and wouldn’t doubt hers.

He absently rubbed his cock as he bent to root around in his jeans pocket. Her mouth watered again.

She nodded, trying to contain her arousal at the sight of him treating his erection as if he was the only one allowed to play with it.

He tore open the condom package.
“Then I assume you’re not on birth control.”

It wasn
’t a question and for that she was grateful. He didn’t doubt her fidelity and accepted her integrity, speaking volumes about the kind of man he’d become.

He placed the condom on the tip of his cock, but she couldn
’t resist another taste. “Wait.”

The salty heated tang of his flesh called to her and she indulged herself for long moments while he groaned and jutted into her mouth, torturing them both. Rocking his hips forward and back he mimicked the act until she moaned with want.

He settled her back down on the sofa, rolled the condom on then draped one of her legs over the sofa back.

She felt the tip of this penis at her entrance and blossomed again as she strained toward him.

“I want you inside. Now.” She said with a thrust that gave her little more than his tip. He plunged the rest of the way and she rejoiced in the sudden heat and pressure. The slide out made her inner muscles cling in a mad grab to keep him in.

Too long, she chanted to herself, toolongtoolongtoolong. The push pull of his heavy penis dragged at her insides, creating havoc along her nerve endings. The rub of his pubis against hers, the delicious tug of stickiness on her clit, the heat of him covering her, the scent of his sex and need, the feel of his taut muscles under her palms all combined into the most glorious orgasm she
’d ever experienced. Exquisite pulses of sensation overwhelmed as they soothed, drove her to heights even as they eased her ache.

His pulses matched hers
and he bit gently into her shoulder as he pushed into her with his own release. A cry exploded in her ear as he spurted against her inner walls and she took all he gave.

Tyce climbed off quickly, without a word, leaving her stunned and disquieted. She heard the shower while she slipped into her robe. The water ran and ran until she got the hint. He didn
’t want to talk, didn’t want to face her.

Setting her fingers against her lips, she suddenly realized that not once during their encounter had he kissed her. There had not been one iota of affection given, not a smile, not even a buss on the cheek.

It was exactly what he’d said it would be. A fuck. Two adults: one with a problem, the other with the fix.

She couldn
’t remember anything shaming her as much as the idea that Tyce Branton couldn’t bring himself to kiss her.

Obviously the man was still angry with her and he didn
’t want to talk about what happened between them today or back in the trailer park.

Fine. They wouldn
’t talk.

For now.

But if he thought this was over, he was sadly mistaken.