Fire & Desire (Hero Series) (22 page)

Twenty-three

“Trevor.”

His pulse leaped at the sound of Tiffany calling his name,
beckoning him into the room.

She had stopped him at the door when they arrived upstairs,
telling him she needed a few minutes to change.

Now, she was ready, and so was he. Turning the knob, he entered
the room. The glow of candlelight softly radiated around the bedroom. The
music, ambience and the subtle scent of Tiffany’s perfume were all seductions
meant to lure him.

He froze. Anticipation rose in his body as he spotted Tiffany.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Wayne, or is it, Mr. Fireman? Cat got your
tongue…?” Tiffany’s words exuded sex appeal.

The sight before him made him speechless.

Sexy, sassy and wrapped in leather. The flickering candle lights
danced across Tiffany’s body as she lounged in the middle of the bed. One leg
draped over the side and the other digging into the mattress anchored by a
stiletto heel, lifting her hips into an alluring arch.

Her position caused the fragile hold he had on his desire to boil
close to its breaking point, but the cat mask that covered half of her face
brought a smile to his lips.

Man, am I in for it tonight.

His eyes followed one of her hands as it drew invisible designs
from her breasts to her navel and back again with the tail of her costume.

Words stuck in his throat as he watched the swinging that
Tiffany’s raised leg had begun.

“See something you like, Trevor?” Her lips arched into a beguiling
smile.

He gave himself an internal shake, took a step back and casually
propped himself on the doorjamb. He was hot and hard, and she hadn’t even
touched him yet.

Clearing his throat, he said, “Yes, and I wish there were words to
describe you. Sexy as hell just doesn’t seem to be enough.”

Tiffany bowed her head, but not before Trevor caught a glimpse of
the blush on her face.

Ahh, there’s my Tiffany.
As much as they had both done with and to each other, her natural
innocence always moved him.

Back into her role, she rose from the bed and executed a catwalk that
turned him inside out. A trembling started inside of him. Trevor clinched his
fists to keep his hands from shaking with evidence.
Damn, I’m not going to
make it.

“Well, Trevor, as you can see, I’ve been a busy little kitty.”

“Yes, you have,” he replied, his breathing husky and labored, as
if he had just finished running a race.

“You’re not the only one with hidden talents.” She stopped in
front of him. “I have a lot of plans for you tonight.” Reaching out, she ran
the tip of the cat tail across his chest to his abdomen. “All night.” She
straightened and removed the tail.

Trevor leaned forward as if to give chase, closing the gap between
them further, but not bringing their bodies into the contact he desired. Just
near enough to allow the warm heat from his mouth to tickle the shell of her
ear. “You have my full cooperation.”

He smiled; her breath hitched, revealing she was just as affected
as he was by their nearness.

Tiffany directed him where to go with a fan movement of her
fingers.

He followed.

She pushed forward one of the overstuffed reading chairs into the
middle of the floor.

“Sit,” Tiffany said, her words laced with promise.

Trevor obeyed.

Tiffany moved away and walked over to the stereo, once again
demonstrating her sleek catwalk for him.

Damn, that walk is rapidly driving me to the breaking point.
As he watched her hips sway,
he could imagine being deep inside of her as that rhythmic oscillation guided
him toward a blissful end.

~ML~

Tiffany was nervous, not with fear, but excitement. Her heart held
a steady rapid beat, her breasts were heavy and full, and her sex tingled like
she’d spent hours in a mint bath. She wanted everything to go right. Her plan
was to affect Trevor with desire and wanting, the way he had done the very
first day they had met. When he’d danced, turned her on, then brought her to a level
of awareness she’d never experienced before while they were in the kitchen.

Yes, tonight is the night,
she thought with a smile
.

She reached the CD player and selected the music.

When the intro tunes of Ruben Studdard’s “After the Candles Burn”
began, Tiffany took a deep calming breath, turned and moved toward Trevor, with
the saunter she’d perfected as if it were her signature. She blew out the
candles in the room, leaving only the two on the nightstands. By the time she
reached Trevor, the room held a deep, intimate glow.

She stood before him silently; legs spread wide, not wanting to
say anything that would break the tension in the room. She could tell by the
swollen bulge in his pants that the remaining candlelight flickering across the
black leather suit had the desired effect.

The soulful sounds of the artist permeated the room, her signal to
begin.

~ML~

Trevor watched as Tiffany began to rotate her hips from left to
right with the beat of the music. At that moment, he realized the full extent
of what Tiffany planned for him. The lighting was subdued to perfection, each
flicker of remaining candlelight against her leather costume made him want to
beg to see all of her secret places hidden inside.

His eyes followed Tiffany’s hands as they started to glide over
the exterior of the black suit, touching thighs, hips and waist repeatedly. All
the elements of an erotic dance were present, and he knew he was in trouble.

Tiffany’s hands moved to her breasts, around her neck and into her
hair, which was hanging loose down her back, as she turned and gave him her
profile. One of her hands found her breasts, while the other slid down her
abdomen, disappeared between her thighs and played.

Tiffany’s eyes closed as she bit down on her lip. She had the look
of euphoria, as if she were enjoying herself alone in a room. Trevor’s breath
caught in his throat, and his heart beat forcefully in his chest as he watched
Tiffany act out his personal fantasy before him. The dim lighting aided and
intensified the vision. Up and down, her hand went as her wrist flexed.

Then she opened her eyes and gave him a brazen look.

However, unlike his dream, this was not a solo dance for her
pleasure, but one intended to end in a partnership.

…I’d rather see your silhouette once the candles lit…

Tiffany squatted and his world tilted. Holding her hair at the
crown of her head, she brought her body up right with slow gyrations. Then down
again she went, this time coming up with the aid of one hand touching various
places. Tiffany never took her eyes off him. The third time she went down, she
released her hair, placed her hands on her stomach, rocked her hips and gradually
rose as both hands slid down to the part of her body Trevor wanted most. Trevor
could feel the head of his manhood swell and throb. He unbuttoned the top of
his jeans for relief. He hadn’t felt close to going off in his pants from
visual stimulation since he’d hit puberty. But he was damn near close now.

…hold me, baby…keep it coming, baby…‘til after the candles burn…

Once Tiffany’s body was erect, eye contact was lost as her hips
executed several twists until she revealed the full expansion of her back to
him. Seized by the desire to remove the outfit and run his tongue down the
curve of her naked spine, Trevor stared at the arch in her back. He trembled
with excitement when he heard the metal teeth of the zipper and saw the top
become loose around her shoulders.

Tiffany’s hips continued to move sensually, rocking back and forth
as she undressed.

Trevor watched her with expectation.
Sweet heaven.
Trevor
moved his hand down to his crotch and adjusted the demanding bulge in his pants
in an attempt to ease the tight fit. She relaxed her arms behind her back. Her
shoulders danced a shimmy until the garment slid off her arms and dropped to
the carpet. Trevor’s breath came out ragged as the head of his manhood swelled
even more, something he would have believed to be impossible.

She gave him a saucy smile over her shoulder.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, swoosh!
That was the only warning Trevor received
before he was staring at Tiffany’s bare legs after she removed her
pants—quickly. Trevor was impressed at his wife’s ability to execute a move
that took a couple of months for professional strippers to learn. Tiffany’s
hips continued to undulate as she stood before him in her knee-high boots and a
sexy black thong.

Trevor wasn’t sure if his legs would hold him, with all of his
blood having raced to his crotch in anticipation, but he rose and began walking
toward the object of his affection.

Tiffany saw him coming and turned toward him. Trevor’s steps
faltered. The soft sway of her bare breasts caught his eye. He was still
mesmerized as she lifted her arms above her head, brought her body in contact
with his and rolled her hips against his.

Trevor took a deep breath, trying to calm his heated body. He
looked at his wife’s half-masked face, captured her hips and lifted her.
Instinctively, Tiffany wrapped her legs around his hips as he moved toward the
bed.

“Why, Mr. Wayne, wouldn’t you like to see the rest of the dance
I’ve worked so hard to purr-fect?”

Trevor reached the bed, placed a knee down, and said, “Definitely.
I’m just moving your stage and adding a partner.” He laid her onto the bed,
stood and undressed without ceremony. He heard the intake of Tiffany’s breath
as he revealed the extent of his erection.

He returned to the bed, opened her legs, advanced up her body, and
rested his hips in the juncture of hers.

~ML~

Tiffany didn’t have to concentrate on the words of the song, or
what she was doing.

Being with Trevor had become as natural as breathing. Her back
arched as he touched her breasts, kneading and squeezing them until her nipples
stood up and begged for attention.

He granted it. Tiffany moved her hands to his head as the heat of
his mouth surrounded her engorged peaks. He suckled, flicked, and circled each
one. When she didn’t think she could take anymore, he proved her wrong.

“Trevor...” Tiffany felt the lips of her sex swell and the
moistness increase with every action of Trevor’s mouth.

Trevor raised his head, his pupils had constricted with desire and
the intense look in his eyes ensnared hers. “Yes, call my name.”

He tilted his head and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Tiffany
dueled with Trevor’s tongue as it slid into her mouth. The taste of him was
rich and full. He ran his tongue under the inside of her lips and sent chills
down her spine.

Giving her a parting nip, Trevor lowered, alternating between
kissing and love bites down her body. He paused briefly, circled her navel with
his tongue and sent waves of spasms through her body.

Trevor placed his hands underneath her thighs and took a firm hold
on her hips. Her legs splayed wide, Trevor licked one thigh, then the other.
Looking up at her, he said, “Now, show me those moves.”

Tiffany listened to the music of the next song and gave herself
over to it. Her thoughts were on nothing but obeying Trevor’s request and
pleasing him.

~ML~

Trevor watched Tiffany’s hips begin to sway to the music. He
looked at the snug material as it outlined the part of her body he yearned to
taste. He leaned forward and used his tongue to trace the edges of the garment.
Trevor could smell the sweet musk. It was the scent of his woman.

Shifting aside the black cloth, he saw her swollen, glistening
folds, then sampled the nectar of her womanhood.

Tiffany’s breath became labored as his mouth feasted on her.
Trevor licked, nibbled and she moaned. He suckled, and her hands grabbed at the
headboard. He flicked and she grasped the sheets. Trevor played with her clit,
and she cried out. He desired to drive her wild as she had done to him with her
enthralling dance.

The sheets pulled as Tiffany began to dig her stilettos into the
mattress and bow her back off the bed. Trevor could see she was on the verge of
an orgasm as her breath became erratic and her belly trembled. He gave her
swollen nether lips one last parting lick. He wanted to have his member buried
deep inside of her the first time she went over the edge tonight. He smiled
with the thought of how many ways he planned to stimulate her until she reached
her peak.

After he repositioned himself on top of her heated body, he placed
one of Tiffany’s hands on his engorged sex. He gritted his teeth against the
pleasure her hands caused as she gripped and massaged him.

Trevor placed his mouth next to her ear and asked, “What do you
want?”

She lifted her hips and allowed the lips of her womanhood to give
him the first kiss of love. “You, Trevor. You inside me.”