Cajun Spice (4 page)

Marc pulled her so her buttocks were on the edge of the bed, knelt down, and lifted her legs over his shoulders. And again he stared at her, his eyes focused on her like twin lasers. Using thumbs and forefingers he opened the lips of her pussy, bent forward, and took one slow, deliberate lick of her slit from top to bottom and back again. She shivered. Then he did it again, the rasp of his tongue against her sensitive flesh waking up nerve endings she didn’t even know she had.

She was so juicy wet by now she could smell the fragrance of her own musk. When Marc’s nostrils flared, she knew he caught it, too.

“You taste as good as you smell, darlin’,” he told her in a voice thick with lust. “I might never stop wantin’ to get my fill of you.”

He bent again, lapping at her in leisurely, languid strokes, pausing now and then to circle her clit with the tip of his tongue. When he bit down gently on it, she nearly levitated off the bed. His low laugh was dark and filled with erotic meaning, the sound of it vibrating against her sensitive flesh. Wrapping her legs around his neck she tugged him tightly, pressing his head close to her. She was rewarded with another sensual lick the length of her slit.

Closing her eyes she gave herself over to the carnal pleasure, the slightly rough feel of his tongue on her sensitive skin, the tiny fingers of thrill that ignited all her nerves He danced his tongue along every area of her slick flesh, long strokes followed by teasing touches. Daisy couldn’t recall the last time she had been so aroused so quickly. If she was even thinking at all, that was.

Inside me,
she wanted to shout.

As if he heard her thoughts, he placed a kiss at her opening then thrust his tongue inside.

Oh god!

She tightened her muscles, clamping down, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more, and faster. Soft moans of need whispered in the air, and she suddenly realized they were hers. Even hitching her hips toward his mouth didn’t ease the knife-edged need building inside her. And Marc wasn’t about to be rushed. He took his time tasting her inner walls, her wet channel, curling the tip of his tongue and dragging it across that sweet spot again and again until she heard herself begging and pleading.

When he slid his tongue out, she cried out at the loss but, in the next moment, two of his fingers slid into her moisture, dragged back out then drove into her again.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” She tightened her legs around his neck. She was one writhing mass of sensation, her body demanding relief even as she wanted it to go on and on. The walls of her pussy pulsed with insistent need. She couldn’t focus on anything except this man and the intense pleasure he was coaxing from her.

At the moment she was sure her endurance was stretched thin, he added a third finger, stroked all three in and out, and bit down lightly on her clit. She came, screaming his name, convulsing in her climax, pussy spasming again and again, until at last she lay limp on the bed. Marc soothed her with his hands and with soft kisses on the inside of her thighs. Her pulse hammered in her throat, and her breath came in short, choppy puffs of air.

“Doin’ okay,
chere
?” Marc rose from his knees and loomed over her, brushing stray curls back from her face. He stroked his thumb over her lower lip then took a slow swipe at it with his tongue.

“Yes.” She huffed it out on a soft breath. She was more than okay.

Unbelievably she began to respond again, all the little erogenous zones he’d eased with the climax again demanding attention. She reached for Marc, stroking her fingers against his cheeks, thumbs brushing the scruff just beginning to appear. She loved the feel of its gentle roughness against her skin.

And his eyes. God, they looked deep into hers, as if he could see right inside her and capture her every feeling, her every sensation. Her every need. His kiss was gentle but the restrained passion behind it was evident. When she smoothed her hands down his back and his arms, she felt him vibrate with desire.

“That didn’t do much for you,” she pointed out.

He gave a low, deep laugh. “Oh, darlin’, that’s where you’re wrong. You have no idea what it did for me. I could eat your very wet, very sweet cunt all day long and never get tired of it.”

Heat crept over her at his words. Craig never spoke to her in such earthy language, nor, if she thought about it—if she could make her brain work—did anyone else. It made her blush at the same time it sent wake-up messages to every one of her erogenous zones. Her core, so recently satisfied, leaped to life again demanding satisfaction.

“Are you going to take off the rest of your clothes?” she asked, tracing the line of his biceps. “I’d like to see the rest of you.”

“Is that all you want to do? Look?”

She swallowed. “No,” she whispered. “More than that.”

He pushed himself upright and stood for a moment. Her eyes focused on the very masculine sight of his chest. Daisy raised up so she was leaning on her elbows, affording her a much better view of the show. She watched as he eased open the button at the top of his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. Pausing a moment to toe off his shoes—he was sockless, she noticed—he shoved his jeans down his legs, leaving him clad only in dark-gray boxer briefs.

Daisy had to work hard to keep herself from drooling. Lean, muscular legs had the same dusting of dark hair as his chest and if the outline of his cock was to be believed, he had his share and then some. When she licked her lips his mouth curved in an erotically ravenous smile. Slowly, never taking his gaze from hers, he eased the shorts down over his hips and legs and kicked them away.

His cock stood out proud from his body, thick and swollen with a ropy vein twining around it. The head was a deep plum color and, beneath it all, in a sac covered with the same dark hair, his balls lay against his thighs. Her fingers itched to stroke the length of him and cup that soft sac between his legs.

“Let’s get a little more comfortable,” he told her in that smooth-as-molasses voice.

He plumped the pillows at the head of the bed, shifted her so she lay with her head against them, and knelt between her thighs. He let his gaze eat her up again, slowly taking in everything from her breasts with their swollen nipples to the curve of her stomach and hips to the trimmed thatch of hair on her mound to her sex that she knew glistened with the dew of her orgasm.

“Gorgeous,” he said in that panty-melting voice of his. “A tasty treat.”

He lifted one leg and pressed a kiss to her ankle then moved his lips up the inside of her leg to her thigh, leaving a trail of kisses until he reached the crease where thigh and hip joined. He traced the indentation of it with the tip of his tongue then proceeded to do the same with the other leg. Daisy’s entire body trembled as the need so recently satisfied roared to life again.

Marc rose to his knees, the heavy thickness of his cock brushing against her thigh. Pushing herself to a sitting position, she reached for it, closing her fingers around its hot, pulsing length. When she stroked up and down, his nostrils flared and a dark flush stained his cheeks.

“Jesus, Daisy, that is so fucking good. Put your mouth on me, will you,
chere?
”

That had never been one of her favorite things to do, but everything with Marc was different so far, maybe this would be, too. She scooted forward a little, let out a deep breath, and closed her mouth over the rich color of the head.

Ohmigod!

Even his cock tasted like seven kinds of sin. Talk about Cajun spice! Every bit of her reacted, the muscles in her pussy clenching and her pulse ratcheting up again. She slid her free hand between his thighs and cupped the heavy sac hanging there, manipulating his balls with her fingers as she set up a steady rhythm on his shaft with her hand and mouth.

Marc tunneled his fingers in her hair, clasping her head and guiding it as she worked his cock. She licked the silky flesh, feeling the hard core beneath it, and dragged her teeth against it from root to tip and back again. Marc rewarded her with a groan of pure sensual pleasure.

“Damn, Daisy.” His voice was thick with lust. “I might have to keep you around just for this. You’ve got a magic mouth, darlin’.”

His praise sizzled through her, adding to her pleasure. When he tugged her head away from him, she gave a little cry of protest.

“I want—”

“I want, too. We can do this again later.” He tilted her face up. “And there will be a later, trust me. But this first time, I want to be inside you.”

Easing her back down, he took a moment to extract a condom from his wallet and rolled it on quickly. Then he was back, easing her legs to his shoulders and testing her readiness with his fingers, sliding them into her channel then lifting them to his mouth to lick her juices from them. The look in his eyes said it all. Positioning himself at her opening, he drove into her with one swift, hard move.

He looked at her from beneath his incredibly thick eyelashes, his desire plain on his face, pulled back and thrust in again. The position of her legs gave him greater access and allowed him to drive deeper. And deeper again.

“Jesus, darlin’. This is so damn fucking good.”

He stayed that way for a long moment, until Daisy dug her heels into his shoulders, silently urging him to move. He locked his gaze with hers, let out a breath, and began a slow, steady in-and-out glide. Daisy locked her heels behind his neck and leveraged herself to move in sync with him. In and out. Back and forth. Again and again, until the tight coil of need low in her belly began to unwind and spiral upwards through her. Soon, lost in the rhythm, everything else faded away until her entire focus was on the sensual dance of their bodies and the heat consuming her.

In and out.

Back and forth.

More, more, more.

At the exact moment he tensed, she did also, and they exploded together in an orgasm that thrust them into a whirlpool of sensation. They shuddered together, so hard Daisy had to clutch his arms to anchor herself. Spasms rocked them, the intensity stealing their breath. On and on it went, until finally, when she was sure there would be nothing left of either of them, they began to coast down the other side of sensation. When their breathing had returned somewhat to normal and she was sure her heart wasn’t going to explode out of her chest, she unlocked her ankles and lowered her legs to the bed. Marc shuddered once more, a long spasm, then leaned forward, catching himself on his forearms.

He studied her face, an undecipherable look in his eyes. She frowned, about to ask him if something was wrong when he kissed her, a soft caress of his mouth against hers. He trailed kisses down one cheek and then the other. And this time, when his gaze locked with hers again, she saw nothing but satisfaction and a desire for more.

“You are definitely some surprise, Miss Daisy,” he told her. “I’m not sure a few days is enough for me to unlock all your secrets and satisfy myself. And you.”

Sated with the best sex she’d ever had in her life, she gave him an impish smile. “Does that mean you’re going to try?”

He licked her lower lip. “Guar-on-damn-tee it.”

Marc stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He’d determined Daisy would be here until Sunday and she’d been more than happy to agree to spend that time with him. That would give him more than enough time to assess if she had any involvement in Myers’ scheme, but right off his instincts told him no.

Although he was now spending each night in Daisy’s room, he kept his own and went back to it each morning to shower and change and call his boss. His boss! Larry would chew his ass out if he knew what was going on. Three days and nights with Daisy Karr and he was walking an incredible tightrope. On the one hand, he was so involved with her it wasn’t even funny, a wrinkle he had never expected. He knew he needed to put a little space between them, so he could try to think about what was happening but he was finding that impossible. It wasn’t just the sex, which was spectacular. No, it was a whole lot more. They had made an intense personal connection in a very short time, and he didn’t know what to do with it. His professional discipline was certainly shot to shit.

He felt like ten kinds of an asshole. All he’d meant to do was romance her a little, as he’d done with other targets—Jesus! He couldn’t stand to think of her as a target—maybe exchange a few kisses, flatter her and coax out of her any information that would help them find Craig Myers’ money. Somewhere between accepting this assignment and reminding himself of his good intentions, this whole thing had turned into something more intense. More complex. How was that even possible in such a short time?

He felt like a jerk, a scumbag, and a few other things he could call himself. If it were physically possible, he’d kick himself in the ass. He still had a job to do. If he asked his boss to let him out of it, he’d have to answer questions best left alone. If he came clean with Daisy,
she’d
kick his ass and rightly so. But she’d also dump him in the nearest trash can, and that would be the end of what was turning out to be an unexpectedly incredible relationship.

Seriously, Marc? In such a short time?

Yes, seriously. And it shocked the hell out of him.

He liked to think he was a good judge of character. It was one of the things that made him a standout agent. And every vibe he got from Daisy told him she had no knowledge of Craig Myers’ situation or the money or what happened to it. That, accountant or not, she hadn’t moved the money around for him or helped him embezzle from the clients. Maybe she was fooling him, but he didn’t think so. He had trouble seeing her as one of the bad guys. It didn’t feel right.

It wasn’t just the sex clouding his mind, either, although that had been beyond spectacular. It was the whole package. The whole
unbelievable
package. He could still smell traces of her light floral scent on his body, feel the silkiness of her skin beneath his hands, the roundness of her curved ass. When he thought of her soft mouth on his cock, her tongue tracing circles around the head, he got so hard it was painful. Everything was even more special when he’d realized many of the things they’d done were not on her usual list of sexual activities. She’d been a little nervous, a little timid, but in the end totally enthusiastic. Because of him, and it was a special gift he would treasure.