Crossing Lines (14 page)

She brushed a tendril of hair from her face and crawled up his chest, then began a ravenous descent along his neck, over his clavicle, and down his torso. He hissed and stroked the back of her head as nerve endings came alive, all fighting and begging for a turn at being caressed by her tongue. She lavished his nipples with nips and sucks, then nibbled her way down his ribs to his abs. At this rate, she would eat him alive… And damn if he didn’t want to give her a knife and fork to finish him off.

He vaguely remembered a concern about breaking her during rough sex, but if this were any indication, his fear had been unfounded. Nothing about her was meek or mild, and a tendril of fear that she might be like Lizbeth snaked along his spine.

However, as he finished the thought, she surprised him again by slowing her progress and becoming gentle, almost reverent in her touch as she reached his cock. His heart tripled it’s efforts and his lungs worked overtime to keep up with the extra stress on his body when she wrapped one hand under his balls, the other around his dick, and ran her tongue from base to sensitive tip. His hips kicked, his back arched, and he groaned in response.

“Damn, that’s good.”

A smile played at her lips as she moistened them before opening wide and sliding down his cock, taking him deep. Seeing her pink lips stretched around him made his brain stutter. When she flipped her lids wide and locked gazes with him while stroking up and down, his mind blipped and fizzled, then went completely blank.

With her body stretched out along the length of his, the only thing accessible to him was the top of her head. Even if he could reach the rest of her, she was still clothed, leaving him nothing to play with.

“Time for you to lose those clothes.” He checked their position on the bed. “Will your ankle be all right off the side of the bed?”

She released him with a pop and licked her lips. “I think I’ll survive.”

For the second time today, she stripped off her T-shirt and shorts with the skill of a seasoned professional, although her bravado waned as she fumbled with the tie of her bathing suit.

Always the gentleman willing to give a hand, he untied the strings, then sat back and watched the panels of her top fall away.

Her large, dusky nipples tightened into tight peaks, taunting him, daring him to taste. He eased forward and took the closest into his mouth, then clamped his teeth over the bud and tugged. A deep moan emanated from her chest as she grabbed his head and held him in place. He tasted and teased until satisfied he’d had enough, at least for now, then eased onto his back.

“You’re not finished undressing.”

When she lay back on the bed and wiggled out of her bathing suit bottoms, it took everything in him to lay still and not dive on top of her, first with his mouth, then with his dick.

Sensing his impatience, she scrambled to her knees and shook her head. “Uh-uh, I’m playing right now.”

“Correction: we’re playing. Get up on all fours and turn that ass around here.” He held his hand out, showing her exactly where he wanted her positioned.

Temporarily forgetting about the ankle, she slid around to form a ninety-degree angle with him. When she bumped her foot on the bed, she flinched and hissed with pain.

“Are you okay?”

She narrowed her eyes, acting playfully hostile. “I’m fine. Quit being such a worrywart.”

He glared back and popped her bare ass. “Don’t sass me.”

“I will if I want.” Mischief shimmered in her eyes as she wiggled her ass. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Let me guess… You want more?” He laughed at her sheepish grin and ran his hand along the back of her thighs and over the curve of her ass. “I think this might be the perfect arrangement. I can spank you; you can suck me off.”

Her eyes widened, then grew heavy lidded as she drew in a ragged breath. She started off running her tongue along the underside, like a cat lapping up cream, then varied her technique, mixing long, languorous strokes with short nips and shallow sucks.

When his first blow landed across her bare ass, she lifted her head and arched her back. With her eyes half-closed, her blond hair falling down her back and around her shoulders, she was a stunning picture of eroticism. But that wasn’t how this was going to work, so he shook his head and gave her a warning look.

“If you stop, so will I.”

She narrowed her eyes and exhaled roughly, but quickly surrendered to following his rules. He waited until she slid down his entire length and had her mouth filled before delivering another slap, this one sharper than the last. She sucked in a harsh breath through her nose and her body stiffened as she battled the urge to stop and cry out. Instead, she flattened her tongue and stroked him with more gusto than before and he rewarded her by spanking her pink-tinged ass.

He ran his hand over her pussy and thigh, not surprised to find the evidence of her excitement running down her leg. He slid two fingers into her and pumped in concert with her fucking him with her mouth. All too soon, he was at the verge of losing the load that had been building all day, and in a move that surprised even him, he said, “You’re going to take every last drop, aren’t you?”

Her nostrils flared, then her breathing stopped, as if thinking it over. A second later, she nodded and continued. He’d never demanded a lover finish him like this, but tonight he was consumed with the need to have Sam take all of him. Something in the back of his mind refused to accept she might reject him in any way.

He alternated slaps across her ass with finger-fucking her, and as her orgasm built, she jerked and tightened her lips around his cock, sweeping him away with his own. Throughout her climax, she continued to work him, drawing his release out until he became too sensitive to touch.

“No more.” He gasped, grabbing her wrists and dragging her up so they were face to face. He wrapped his hands around the back of her neck and kissed her like she was the last breath of air he’d ever get.

When he regained some semblance of control, he scooted over and made room for her next to him. “I was supposed to be getting you a pillow and some ice.”

She laughed and fluffed the pillow under her head. “The pillow is taken care of.” Her eyes shifted and pink colored her cheeks. “We can skip the ice.”

He tweaked her nipple and thought of the clamps he’d seen in the drawer. How many of those items could he use on her in one night? “Are you talking about ice for your foot or for another purpose?”

“My foot’s fine.” She shivered and made a funny face. “As for the other… I don’t find ice erotic at all.”

He cupped her breast in his palm and stroked his thumb over the nipple, coaxing the bud to harden. He dipped his head and licked the peak, then blew air across the moist skin, causing it to tighten even more. “Maybe whoever used it didn’t do it right.”

Her lids dipped and she bit her bottom lip. “Probably.”

When she reached for the edge of the blanket to cover herself, he saw the action as a way of hiding, rather than her being cold. He took her hand in his and nipped her fingers.

“Who used the ice on you?”

Her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth tightened. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t like it.”

He kissed her palm and studied her face, wondering why the subject made her so uncomfortable. He wanted to know what made her tick and was curious about her past. He was a man with a large ego and needed to make sure each experience with him was better than any she had before. But he mostly wanted to know how much experimentation she’d be willing to try. Based on the amount and variety of equipment in the drawer, he believed she’d be up for just about anything.

Using the firm voice he’d learned from Lucas, he said, “Tell me about your previous experience.”

She swallowed and looked across the room. “I tried it by myself once.”

The answer was so soft and strained he struggled to hear. Recognizing the response had cost her dearly, he rewarded her with a long, slow kiss.

He stroked her hipbone and up to her breast. “Would you be willing to try again, if I promise to stop if you ask me to?”

“Why?” she asked, wariness heavy in her eyes and voice.

He shrugged and brushed her arm. “You have a drawer full of interesting toys. I figure you must be pretty adventurous. Ice can be an interesting addition.”

The wariness lingered, along with a flash of something else. “You’ve used it before.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement… one he chose to leave unanswered.

“Tell me about the double dildo.”

She was shaking her head no before he even finished the sentence.

He laughed and cupped her cheek, holding her head and gaze steady. “Yes.”

“You don’t need to know everything.”

“I need to know if you can take both of them, because if you can…” He let the sentence die off, allowing her to interpret the implication.

She gulped once, then again, struggling for breath. But he didn’t let go of her face or allow her to look away.

Finally relenting, she whispered, “Yes. I can take both of them.” Her voice grew stronger and more defiant as she finished the sentence with an implied,
Are you happy now?

He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose.
Yep, I’m very happy.
In fact, he was ecstatic. Which was very strange, considering he hadn’t even made love to her yet—at least, not technically.

He eased against the headboard and pulled her with him, wrapping her tightly in his arms, holding her close while his body prepared for the next round.

As the creak in the bed silenced, he caught the vibration in his pant pocket, which zapped his happy and ushered in a truckload of guilt. He didn’t regret anything that happened so far, or what would happen for the remainder of the night. He did, however, regret not ending things with Lizbeth sooner.

He couldn’t go back three or four months, nor could he take back last night. He couldn’t change anything about today or what just happened in this bedroom.

He could do things differently over the next several days, but he wouldn’t. He had what he wanted in his arms, and he refused to let go for any reason.

As he drew in a deep breath and nuzzled Sam closer, his conscience snorted and said,
And everyone thinks you’re such a nice guy.

H
ad Sam not aced biology, she would’ve thought a nerve ran from Kevin’s skeletal system to his cell phone. When the vibrating stopped, his arms around her relaxed and his breathing eased. When the vibration resumed, his arms flexed, his body snapped tight, and his breath came in sharp, shallow punches.

She pushed against his chest, preparing to move off him, but his grip tightened.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t you want to get your phone?”

His neck worked back and forth in an attempt to shake his head no. “They’ll leave a message if it’s important.”

“It’s rung three times in two minutes. What if it’s Marianne?”

The corner of his mouth kicked up in a smirk… or maybe a grimace. “It’s not Marianne.” He pressed his lips to hers in a long, lingering and extremely persuasive kiss. “Don’t give my phone another thought.”

Well, when he put it like that, who was she to argue?

“Okay.” She relaxed into his side with a sigh. “If you’re not worried, I guess I shouldn’t be.” She drew in a deep breath and enjoyed his heady, male scent as she brushed her fingers through his curly chest hair.

He closed his eyes and a hiss pushed through his lips as she stroked the tip of her short nail over his nipple.

“I had plans for those toys… still do, eventually.” He slid his hand under her ass and lifted, rolling her over on top of him. “But tonight, I like the idea of figuring you out without any extraneous equipment. Just me and your body.” He cupped her face and kissed the tip of her nose before moving on to her forehead and temple and lips.

As he took his time exploring her body, a fire grew in the pit of her stomach, making her squirm and shimmy up his waist, trying to get his growing erection where she wanted it most.

“You’re not supposed to be this slow and patient. You’re supposed to be a rip-and-strip kind of guy.”

He laughed in a short burst. “A what?”

“You know, no patience, no foreplay, just rip and strip.”

His brow creased in a mixture of confusion and amusement. “Foreplay is half the fun. Why would you think I’d skip that?”

“Never mind.” She wiggled some more, trying to fit the pieces together. “Are you gonna do this or what?”

His eyes smiled. “I need to grab those condoms from the drawer first.”

Anxious to move things along, she scrambled off him and enjoyed the view of his heavily muscled ass and thighs as he strode to her dresser. He retrieved the box from the drawer and tossed it in the air as he walked back to the bed, grinning. “This should take care of us for tonight. I’ll buy replacements tomorrow.”

His long, powerful strides and predatory gleam sent a shiver of anticipation snaking down her spine and wrapping around her belly. His erection made a full reappearance and the memory of taking him, as well as his taste lingering on her tongue, had her licking her lips and swallowing harshly.