Forbidden Lust: 3 (Lust for Life) (8 page)

“Touch yourself.” His eyes were so heavily lidded she could
barely see his irises.

“You’re so bossy.” But she was already licking her fingers,
reaching down to rub her clit, completely exposed by the way he was still
holding her legs open.

He bit out a rough “Fuck” and then started to do just that,
his hips moving in a smooth, steady glide, stomach flexing with each forward
thrust.

“Faster,” she commanded, moving her fingers quicker and
tightening her stomach in a way that she knew would put more pressure on his
cock from within.

Sure enough, he let out an agonized groan and pumped into
her harder.

Between the pace of her fingers and the glorious feel of him
fucking fast and deep, Eva was writhing on the bed, her skin pulling tight all
over her body, lungs unable to drag in enough air. And when she came it was
with her teeth clenched tight and her entire body seizing so that she
practically sat up straight on the bed with it.

When she collapsed with a satisfied cry, Oscar got his hands
under her hips and lifted her ass a good six inches off the bed, pumped even
harder and came with a thrust so rough her entire body jolted with the raw
pleasure of it. He did it again, then once more as his body shook them both.

As she was coming down she could feel him lowering her with
an awe-inspiring amount of control. Then he flopped onto his back next to her,
half laughing, half still trying desperately to catch his breath.

Eva felt so good she was sure it was going to take her a
very long time before she was going to be able to move, her body having gone
soft all the way to her bones.

Still… She could tell she wasn’t going to be able to leave
it alone until she knew.

She turned her head and peeled her eyes open. “Who is she?”

He drew in a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. “Her
name is Chloe.”

“Are you cheating on her with me?”

He smiled, and when he looked at her his expression was wide
open. “No.”

Eva smiled back. “I just got to witness Oscar Gaudin getting
booty called?”

He laughed low and soft and the sound rolled over her
deliciously. “Yes.”

He turned onto his side and slid his hand slowly over her
stomach, up the side of her rib cage, over her breast. “She won’t be back.” He
smoothed her hair out of her face. “I let her know I was going to be taken for
the foreseeable future.”

And that made her feel as if she was going to float straight
off the bed.

She got her arms around him and pulled him on top of her.
“Good answer.”

The first day they went back to work after the long weekend,
Eva forgot they were supposed to be pretending nothing had changed. When Oscar
walked in the door, said good morning to Agnes at the front counter and went
straight to his room with nothing more than a curt nod to her, she’d gotten
good and pissed. And then she’d remembered she was the one who’d asked that
they keep their new relationship quiet. He was only going along with her.

After a few minutes of them going about the business of
setting up their rooms for the day, she’d looked up and found him standing just
inside the door of his room, but far enough back that no one could see him,
watching her. And while she watched, riveted to the spot and unable to look
away, he’d given her a dirty smile that made her hot from head to toe, lifted
the hem of his shirt and showed her his sexy flat stomach.

Keeping their secret became a lot more fun from then on. The
next day, when she was absolutely sure it was safe, she retaliated by flashing
her tits. Two days later he sneaked in stealthy as a ninja as she was going
into the bathroom and kissed her until she couldn’t see straight, then managed
to sneak back out without anyone seeing him.

Her days became a blur of work and Oscar, of long hours
spent both in and out of bed. He cooked for her from time to time but she never
subjected him to her sad lack of culinary skills. They had long conversations
that lasted until the wee hours of the morning, sharing stories in a way they’d
never talked to one another before.

One night she’d stayed after hours so she could make
long-overdue updates to the website. She’d nearly jumped out of her skin when
Oscar came into the office shortly after she’d thought the last person had left
for the night. Once he’d stopped laughing because she’d actually screamed,
they’d fucked like they were starved for each other on the big leather office
chair. Afterward, he’d picked up burgers and shakes for both of them and kept
her company while she worked on the website.

The wild thrill she got when she saw him at work every
morning—even if it had only been a matter of minutes since they’d reluctantly
pried themselves apart, rolled out of bed and kissed goodbye—only grew stronger
as the days and weeks passed. The rush always started low and deep, made her
heart race, her hands shake and her mouth go dry, and she loved it. She loved
the way he made her feel, the way he looked at her when they talked, the way he
became the only other person in the world who existed when she was naked in his
arms. And she loved how those formerly unreadable eyes of his were wide open to
her.

The weekend after Jamie returned from his honeymoon—tanned
dark brown and grinning from ear to ear—the three shop partners went to Chicago
to look at potential sites for the new shop. It forced them to be apart for
three long days, but Eva and Oscar had spent every weekend together since they
got back to Ohio.

One weekend they rode his motorcycle several hours into
Michigan and spent three days and two amazing nights in a small but cozy
one-room cabin he owned on ten acres of wooded property. Another was spent in
her apartment, his bike parked in the garage below and their phones turned off,
both of them naked the entire time.

A handful of weeks had passed when he asked her to pack a
bag and took her to New York City for the weekend. They spent the first night
with friends of his who lived in the city’s SoHo neighborhood. They hung out
all night in a corner bar with a cool, laid-back atmosphere and slept late the
next morning in a spare bedroom that was a Bohemian dream of mixed fabrics,
patterns and gypsy decadence.

The next day he checked them into a five-star hotel, took
her shopping for the first cocktail dress she’d ever dreamed of owning, and
told her they had tickets to a Broadway show. The night included reservations
at an equally swanky restaurant and a private car that was waiting for them at
the curb everywhere they went, as if the driver knew their every move before
they made it.

“What would you like to do now?” Oscar asked as he slid into
the backseat of the car next to her. “We still have the whole night ahead of
us. We could go dancing. Out for a drink.” He got an arm around her and pulled
her close. “Whatever you want.”

The idea of going out to one of the city’s nightclubs and
showing him off was appealing. Not only was he model gorgeous and dressed to
the teeth in a suit, but she knew for a fact he was hot as hell on a dance
floor. But as she settled into the arm he wrapped around her, Eva knew all she
wanted was to go back to the hotel.

“I want you,” she told him, sliding her hand up the inside
of his thigh.

She realized it had been days since they’d been together.
He’d had a late meeting with Jamie and Leo in the middle of the week, and then
he’d gone out with Diego the night before they’d left for New York. They hadn’t
made love their first night in the city because they’d been staying with his
friends, and he’d whisked her off to go shopping before they’d had a chance to
try out the king-size bed in their room earlier that day.

“Fuck,” she whispered, eyes on his beautiful mouth. “I want
you now, Oz.”

“Hey, Mark,” he said to the driver, tightening the arm he
had around her as he began to slide the fabric of her skirt slowly up her legs.
“Could you do me a favor and get stuck in traffic on the way back to the
hotel?”

“I don’t think that will be a problem at midnight on a
Saturday night, Mr. Gaudin,” the driver answered, his tone completely
professional, as if he had no idea what was about to happen in the backseat of
his car.

There was a quiet humming and Eva turned to watch a solid
black partition slide up to completely block them from the driver’s view. She
turned back to ask Oscar if he’d requested that feature when he’d rented the
car, but his mouth was on hers before she could get the first word out.

Heat burned through her as his mouth covered hers,
completely obliterating any coherent thought from her mind. His hand made its
way under her skirt and dove roughly between her legs, his fingers pushing
against the satin-covered flesh of her pussy with an eagerness that more than
matched her need to be touched by him.

She cupped his balls through the loose fabric of his dress
pants and thrilled at the groan that poured out of him and into her. His hips
rocked into her as she stroked his hard cock, pressing the heel of her hand
down on him as roughly as he was stroking her, driving her out of her mind with
a skill that never failed to astonish her.

Eva moved onto her knees in front of him on the roomy floor
of the backseat and quickly worked his belt open, her gaze on his. “Unbutton
your shirt.”

His fingers shook slightly as he did, unbuttoning the shirt
slowly, lifting his hips off the seat to make it easier for her to work his
pants and boxers down to his ankles.

“There’s my gypsy pirate,” she whispered as the black ship
with its tattered sails and busty figurehead on his thigh came into view. “Fuck
me, you’re a gorgeous man.”

Eva nipped at the inside of his thigh, making him suck a
sharp breath through his teeth, then let it out on a nervous laugh. She did it
again and felt his muscles tighten, so she kissed the spot, then kissed her way
up to his cock.

Fuck, she loved the taste and the smell of him—something she
never would have expected. The small handful of men she’d been with before had made
sucking them off seem like something she owed them, which made her not want to
do it, of course.

With Oscar it was different. It was worship she gave
willingly—because the fucker could make her speak in tongues when he had that
amazing cock buried deep inside her—and he accepted with gratitude. It was
about hearing the incredible sounds he made, about the oddly delicious taste of
his bitter come in her mouth, about turning him into a moaning, quivering,
mindless heap of unbelievably gorgeous man.

She gripped the base of his cock with one hand, smoothed the
other over his hard, leanly muscled stomach, her fingers toying with the hair
there. She moved her mouth over him in long, steady strokes, her pussy getting
more and more wet with every sharp grunt and sigh he made, her eyes on his as
he watched.

He licked his lips and whispered, “Come up here.”

Eva gripped his hips with both hands and took him deep,
making his hips thrust and his head fall against the back of the seat. She
released him and managed to get one leg out of her panties without making too
much of an ass out of herself. Then she was straddling his lap, one hand braced
on the seat behind him, the other gripping his glorious erection.

Oscar held the gathered fabric of her skirt out of the way, his
black eyes watching as she guided him into her. Her entire body was racked by a
fierce shudder when his eyes drifted shut and another groan came rolling up
from deep within his chest as she slowly took him all the way inside her.

“Wait, wait, wait.” He gripped her by the hips and held her
still. It seemed as if it took a lot of effort for him to open his eyes. “No
condom,” he managed.

“It’s all right,” she assured him, rocking her hips within
the confines of his tight grip. She was within days—or maybe hours or
minutes—of starting her period.

He looked up at her, clearly conflicted.

Eva pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and
brought the front down. Distracting him with her tits was playing dirty, she
knew, but it had to be done. She had him inside her, and she wasn’t giving him
up until they’d both come.

Her nipples tightened as they became exposed and she closed
the distance between their mouths. Oscar let her skirt fall over their laps. He
cradled one of her breasts with one hand and cupped the back of her head with
the other as they both seemed to draw life from the deep, desperate kiss.

She rode him in long strides, rising up and coming down
fast. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead and chest and his cleanly
styled hair fell in a dark wave over his forehead. A bead of sweat ran down the
middle of her back.

She knew he was close to coming when he gasped her name and
slipped one hand under her skirt, his fingers seeking her clit. She caught his
hand and pinned it to the back of the seat next to his head. His eyes came open
again when she did the same with the other hand and rode him harder, with more
purpose.

His face twisted with ecstatic agony and he moaned
desperately as his hips bucked beneath her. She arched her back so her clit
rubbed against his body where his dick met his pelvis. Several small circular
strokes of her hips brought her to her own breathless peak, and for one small
moment she could have sworn the throbbing of her cunt synced up to the pulsing
of his cock as he came inside her.

Oscar gently pulled one hand from her grip and held her
head, his long fingers spread over the base of her skull, thumb by her ear. He
kissed her slowly, dreamily, as their breathing steadied. After a moment he
pulled the other free as well and began to carefully remove the bobby pins from
her hair. She sat up straight and watched him watch what he was doing, his
heavily lidded eyes taking her in as he ran his fingers through her hair and
spread it over her shoulders.

She was rocked down to her core when his fingers stilled and
those eyes met hers. That dimple winked at her when his tongue flickered out to
wet his lips.

“I love you,” he said, and for a moment she was sure she’d
heard him wrong.

Her heart thumped an enthusiastic
YES! YES! YES!
against
the inside of her ribs, but her stomach took a dangerous turn.

She breathed out a small, humorless laugh. “Ah, the
post-coital confession,” she said, the words out of her mouth before she was
aware she meant to say them.

She’d been going for playful, but there was no denying the
cynicism in her tone. She could see by the way he stilled that she’d cut him.
And when his full mouth pressed into an impossibly thin line, she knew she’d
cut him deeply.

His name came out on her next breath and she took his face
in her hands, to apologize and explain herself, but he moved her off his lap
and reached for his pants. She watched him work on getting his clothes situated
for a minute before she untangled her panties from her left shoe and wiggled
back into them.

They were already pulling up to the front of the hotel when
he knocked on the partition to let the driver know they were finished. He
tipped the driver and steadied her with a hand on the small of her back as they
made their way through the lobby silently, her on wobbly legs, her stomach
becoming more nervous by the moment.

When they got to their room they found the bedspread had
been turned down and the lights were low. Flowers that hadn’t been there when
they’d left for dinner stood on the dresser next to an ice bucket holding an
uncorked bottle of wine.

Eva walked to the middle of the room, taking in the sights
around her. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes, aware that
he’d hung his suit jacket in the closet just inside the door. He wasn’t looking
at her as he unbuttoned his cuffs, then started on the shirt front.

She went to him and took over, looking up at him as she
worked the last few buttons open. “I’m sorry,” she said, and watched something
cold in his eyes warm, but only slightly. “This. Us…” She pushed his shirt over
his shoulders without taking her eyes off his. “It’s so…
big
, Oscar.”

She closed her eyes, frustrated that words were failing her.

“It scares me.” She looked up at him again. “That’s all I’m
trying to say.”

Her heart leapt to her throat when he turned and walked
away. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled off his shoes and tucked them under
the edge.