CRASH & BURN (Rule Breaker) (11 page)

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After shedding his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, Jon fixed them pasta with a light sauce and freshly grated parmesan cheese. A bottle of chilled white wine was opened, poured, and he had her laughing with stories from his client base over the years. Mishaps and fiascos that had turned around in the end, and she found herself twirling the wine in her glass, eyeing him over the rim, and wondering why he was alone even for a night.

“Let me help you clear,” she said, brushing up against him. The jolt of electricity made her shiver.

“Then afterwards, I’ll take you down to the studio and you can see if it meets your requirements.”

“You’re not lonely up here? I thought someone in your position would have a ton of staff.”

“They’re all off tonight. Tomorrow my housekeeper and groundsman will be lurking about. A cleaning crew comes and goes as needed. And I’ve not lied to you about enjoying my privacy. On holidays, I meet up with my friends in New York or London. I turned my phone off tonight. Otherwise, it would blare with a constant stream of nonsense. Lonely? I could only hope.”

“But that’s not the same. Being harangued by business issues isn’t the same as a family. Or is it, to you?” She noticed him grimace at the mention of family.

He shot back, “I prefer structure. This town is a beehive of activity. Maintaining control and a schedule are key to keeping one’s head. A good trait for you to acquire.”

Alana folded the cloth napkins as he loaded the dishwasher, searching for a clue about him in this light. A complete loner. She shook her head. That was ridiculous. During her time at the salon, she’d gotten a taste, or rather an eyeful, of Jon’s arm-candy dates to the millions of parties he’d attended. She made the mistake of doing an internet search. He might not be lonely. There was a difference between being lonely and a confirmed bachelor. And one with the ability to control outcomes. What had Christy said…a man-whore. He was a player. Right down to dismissing his staff for the night. She was nothing but a foregone conclusion, and talk about assuming... Projections didn’t turn him into an ass; apparently, they worked out in his dickhead favor with his airtight planning.

“You’ve worked out all the details, right? I’m staying here for the two weeks. Mind giving me a rundown of your plans? Do you have them typed up, by chance?”

Chapter Eight

“For fuck’s sake. What just happened?” Jon struggled to keep his cool, even with the minx glowering at him and taunting every molecule in his body to show her that her fresh mouth needed a body check straight away.

“You’ve got this asshole way about you. Do you have any idea?” Anger flashed in her eyes. A myriad of emotions passed over her beautiful face.

He stared at her cheeks blossoming in color. The expression on her face warned him she was beyond pissed. The emotion was closer to rage.

And then lower, his gaze traveled down to her heaving chest and her luscious cleavage rising and falling.

From across the room, her dress sparkled in the halogen lighting. Jesus, he hated the way the material accentuated each one of her curves perfectly, and how every moron in the hotel had smiled and laughed and visually consumed the space she occupied. He wanted to rip it off her the moment he saw it. Climb between her legs and pump into her, hard and fast, until she dug her nails into his skin and her orgasm flared, making her call his name. Well, he’d completed his Alana to-do list in part. His cock stiffened into a throbbing steel bar wanting another chance to complete all the tasks. He couldn’t help himself and he took a step toward her.

“And the hightail bitch mode you sport is equally appealing, sweetheart.”

“Excuse me?” she asked, bracketing her hands on either side of her seductive hips. “That’s rich, coming from you. Do you know what an incredible jerk you can be?”

“With your legs spread and your body draped over the hood of my car, I didn’t get that impression from you. Or when you screamed my name this morning. No, there again, the vibe was different.” He lowered his voice, walking across the kitchen. “The pattern I see is, you need something from me.”

She stood in front of him, an arm’s reach away. Glaring, she looked up into his face, and all he had to do was raise his arm, crush her mesmerizing body to his, and he’d be out of control. He wanted something from her as well, and at that moment it felt like a thousand knives cutting him, this desire to blast past her fire into the softness he’d witnessed over dinner. He longed to experience the laughter that made her eyes sparkle and got under his skin.

Fuck. What he felt bordered on infuriating frustration at her ability to mess with his head and tear apart his well-ordered life. In two days she’d unleashed complete chaos. Her power over him increased each time he sampled her lips.

She spoke, breaking into his thoughts. Again. “Consider that…all of that, an error in judgment. You said there was a new contract. I should sign it and then be going.”

That did it. After sending him over the edge, she threatened to leave. He ran a hand down his neck, his blood racing in his veins. “Is that what you want? Be careful of what you wish. You’re not the only one who can play that game. Christ, it’s amazing how you drive me berserk.”

He could smell her sensual fragrance. A bolt of recognition snapped up his spine. His cock pulsed with each beat of his heart as the space between them crackled with enough energy to light the Metro building downtown.

She stepped forward, a panther ready to pounce, and then it happened. As though in slow motion, he watched her hand lift and swing. The impact of her palm across his face shattered the time warp. The sting unlocked him and he caught her hand, gazing down at her long, slender fingers. He raised them to his lips and pressed his mouth to her palm. She tasted sweet; her fragrance stabbed him to the core, and he accepted the futility of trying to stay away from her.

“I’m not your plaything. Some empty-headed bimbo who will sit idly by as you countermand each of my ideas. Dress me up and sit me down, pull a set of strings, and everything works out. For you,” Alana whispered, gazing up at him with her seductive aqua eyes, spreading a wildfire craving through his veins, and bathing his body in a hunger to possess her. She bit her lush bottom lip, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything beyond touching every inch of her skin with his tongue.

He took a step closer. “In case you’d like to see further than the tip of your nose, I am thinking of you. Fuck.” He pulled her tight against him, unwilling to consider anything except her body underneath his. He picked her up, opening her legs, and she twisted her fingers through his hair. She tugged so hard the pain blazed across his scalp and made his need to get inside her soar off the charts.

No way he could make it down the hall to his bed, as his cock grazed the inside of her thighs. His fingers toyed with the seam of her pussy. Heaven waited there. He couldn’t hold back and inched forward, coming into contact with her slick folds, and nearly came in his pants. “You’re so wet.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

All power for rational thought evaporated from his brain. Caveman mode overtook him, and he crossed the room to the kitchen table and set her down. Unzipping his pants, he freed his fully-erect cock. “You said you were on the pill.”

“I am.”

“Then the only thing I want to hear is you screaming my name.” He drove himself into her in one hard thrust. Her hot pussy clenched around him, and he pounded into Alana on top of his kitchen table. Fuck, she felt amazing. Arching back, he pumped his hips trying to get deeper inside her.

“God,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist, and she lifted his hand and sucked his finger into her hot mouth. He nearly lost control.

Bending over her, he licked and sucked her neck until he whimpered his name. His balls tightened. “I’m ready to explode,” he whispered against her hair.

“Me too, Jon, fuck me.”

Jon hoisted her bottom and slammed into her over and over. “Baby, you feel so good all around me.” The burn of his calves moved up his body, his balls tightened and in seconds he would be jetting into her body. “Get there. Fast.”

“Touch me,” she whispered against his neck.

He reached between them, and with his thumb pressed her clit. She dug her nails into his arms. The sweet pain hurled him into another realm, making a skittering electrical pulse flit up his spine. He pumped harder. Deeper. And circled the pad of his finger across her erect nub. “Tell me what you need.”

“I’m so close. Please, Jon. Like that.”

“Alana,” he groaned. “You know I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck me, Jon. I need your hard cock in my pussy. Harder. Make me come.”

Damn, when she spoke the words, his pulse spiraled. “I can’t hold back.”

“I’m there, Jon!” she yelled, and then pressed her soft mouth to his, sliding her tongue between his lips.

Kissing her, he opened up all the way. He jettisoned, splashing his cum into her, and a tsunami of ecstasy released over his body. Powerful. Raw. He yelled her name. “Alana! Fuck!”

Christ, every time with her only got better. He dragged his lips down her chin and over her jaw, searching for the point on her neck that made her whimper, shiver, and beg for more. Sucking the pulse under her skin, he cupped her tits, twisting her nipples in his fingers. More. He wanted more of her. Who would beg first?

“Jon, please,” she said, her muscles tightening around him, milking the last drop of cum from his balls. Alana pushed her tits into his chest, her fingers tight on his arse, and she ground her hips against him. He was right there with her, caught in a cavernous hunger.

“Baby, come with me to my bed,” he whispered against her mouth. “Spend the night with me.”

“I’ll go anywhere with you if you promise to keep doing that to me.”

Jon stared down into her face. “Jesus.” He’d have been on his knees, begging, if she’d hesitated.

Running her fingers over his chest, she smiled. “You could make me your prisoner and do whatever you’d like.”

“Sure know how to get my attention, don’t you?” Pulling his length from her warm body, he stepped out of his trousers, and then picked Alana up off the table, cradling her body. “Hold on to my shoulders.”

The short walk to his room seemed to take forever as he imagined the things he wanted to do with this woman. Last night he’d allowed his past to get in the way. Not tonight. Tossing her onto the bed, his erection stood straight out in front of him.

Alana sat up and reached for him. “Let me suck on you.”

“First, undress. I want you naked. Now.”

Jon removed the rest of his clothing before walking into his closet. He lifted a large dressing mirror off the wall and returned to the room.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“That you’re still clothed. Would you prefer I undress you?”

“I’ve seen your patience level. I’ve got this.”

“Be back. Do you want anything? To drink…”

“I’m good.”

She had a point about his lifestyle. Sure, he’d had enough opportunities with women, though he’d rarely gotten the impression that his popularity would fizzle if it weren’t for his position in the music industry. He’d made it a point to date women far outside this industry, avoiding the risk of a date attempting to trade sex for a business opportunity. It didn’t help much. The women he found were still searching for something. Another form of trade where it was his status, or just his money, that bolstered his ability to pick up the phone and find a willing partner.

Jon stopped at the bathroom doorway and smirked as he watched Alana reach for the zipper at the back of her dress, sighing while she tugged on the material when it didn’t give.

“Let me help you,” he said.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder, and gave a quick nod. Hell no. He didn’t get the impression with this vixen that he had anything she might like or need other than a tumble in the sheets…if that.

“There’s a tiny hook at the top. Hidden.” He fingered the small clasp that didn’t easily yield. The perfect dress for her.

Alana pushed him off balance. Never knowing what to expect excited him, and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit her firecracker assault on his senses thoroughly kicked his arse.

Lowering the zipper, the sensuous curve of her back along with her honey-colored skin came into view. He pushed the strap off her shoulder. A
swish
followed when the beaded dress hit the floor around her ankles. He came up behind her fully-naked body and ran his hands over her hips.

“Tell me your desire,” he murmured

“Touch me. You know where.”

“Show me how you like to be touched.” Her warm skin yielded under his hands and she twined her fingers with his. Together they separated her folds and slid joined fingers over her slickness. Alana threw back her head, swaying her round bottom teasingly across his hard-on. He led her fingers in tight circles around her clit. Faster he moved their hands, and he switched gears, pressing one finger into the mouth of her pussy. He pushed his cock between her thighs without entering her, pumping wildly while he finger-fucked her. “That’s it. Give it to me, Alana.”

Her skin glowed a darker gold under a sheen of sweat. Arching her back, she groaned, “Jon, please, I’ve got to feel you inside me.”

He released one of her hands and took hold of her hair, twisting the caramel silk around his fingers. Jon tugged backwards, lifting her head. “I want to watch you. Ride me this time. See that mirror?” Their erotic reflections held his gaze. “Damn, I wish I had one on the ceiling to enjoy your body from every angle.”

Alana ran her tongue along her incredible, red lips. “Come on, then. I’ve never ridden a bucking bronco. Wish I’d brought my cowgirl boots.”

“Tell me. Say it.” He pulled her toward the bed. “Let me hear the words spill from that smart mouth of yours.” Pulling back the covers, he focused on her hands running up his back and down again. He inhaled, waiting.

“Fuck me. Slam into me and make me cry out. I want you. Don’t hold back. Fill my pussy until I’m ready to burst apart.”