Gatlinburg Getaway (Destination: Desire) (13 page)

He scooted closer, draping his arm across the couch behind her. She leaned in, tilting her face up. Her gaze met his and, for a moment, time froze. Electricity hummed between them, a need that only grew the longer they stayed that way. Their breath mingled, her pupils dilated, and her cheeks went pink. His body tightened, his cock stiffening to strain against his fly.

When it was too much to bear, he dipped down to claim her lips. Her breath caught, her palm pressed to his chest, her fingers slipping over his nipple. He groaned, shuddering against her. Getting a stranglehold on his need, he sipped at her lips, small kisses that whetted his desire but satisfied nothing. An impatient noise escaped her, and she balled her hand in his shirt, pulling hard.

Sweeping his tongue into her mouth, he gave them both the deeper contact they craved. She moaned, twisted her torso to get closer, and arched into him. The feel of her breasts on his chest made him feel as if his skull was going to explode. His heart thudded against his ribs, fire roared through his veins, and a film of sweat broke out on his forehead. From nothing more than a kiss. It boggled the mind, but he wasn’t about to question his good fortune. He cupped her shoulders in his palms and drew her near, wanting more of her pressed against him. Every inch of her might be just enough.

Their tongues tangled, dueled, their breath rushing as they struggled to pull in oxygen without breaking the kiss. But soon tasting her wasn’t nearly enough. He slipped one hand down to wedge between them, cradling her breast. She shivered, then moaned when he circled his thumb around her nipple. It tightened for him, and he pinched and twisted the beaded crest.

She broke away with a gasp. “Dalton.”

“Mmm?” He took the opportunity to suck her earlobe into his mouth, scraping his teeth over the soft flesh.

“I want…” She shifted restlessly, pressing her breast deeper into his palm.

“Yes?” He slid his tongue down the side of her neck. “What do you want?”

“You,” she whispered. “Inside me.”

He froze for a moment as her words sank in. “Lord Almighty.”

Now it was her turn to freeze. “Is that a no?”

He pulled back to look at her. “That’s me trying to remember whether my condoms are expired, and mentally kicking myself for not picking up a new box.”

“Guess you weren’t a Boy Scout.” A smile lurked around the corners of her mouth.

A breathless laugh burst from him. “No, not even close.”

“Fortunately for you…” She ran a fingernail down his chest, flicking over his nipple and making him jerk. “I was a Girl Scout.”

“You have rubbers?” He couldn’t possibly be that lucky. Not with the way this night had gone so far.

But she nodded. “In my purse.”

Catching that wandering hand, he brought it to his mouth for a kiss. “I like you so much right now.”

She tipped her head toward her bag. “I’d like you a lot better if you were wearing one of those rubbers. And nothing else.”

Yeah, because that was going to help his control and keep him from coming the moment he got inside her. He groaned. “Have mercy.”

“Are you sure mercy’s what you want?” That finger went straight to his nipple again, teasing the tip until he shuddered.

“Nope, not even a little. Be merciless, sugar. I can take it.” At least, he hoped he could, because his cock was so hard it hurt. Gingerly, he eased himself up from the sofa, went to the side table her purse sat on, grabbed the strap, and returned to the couch. “I believe you want this?”

“Yes, thank you.” She rummaged around inside and came up with a small zippered bag. After opening that, she handed him two foil packets. “This is what I have with me. There’s a few more in my suitcase. And, yes, I checked the date on them. They’re good.”

“Were you hoping to get lucky on this trip or does the Girl Scout always travel with protection?” Not that he cared either way, but it gave him an extra thirty seconds to cool down so he didn’t go off like a randy teen in the backseat of his car.

“Neither.” She let her purse drop to the floor, then shifted sideways to face him. “My sister, Nurse Nora, decided I should bring some just in case. She hooked up with her husband on a trip to Mexico, and our oldest sister met her hubby on a cruise in Alaska, so I guess she thinks traveling is a good omen for Kirby women’s sex lives.”

“Tell her thank you from me.” He knelt on the couch and took her mouth like a starving man at a feast. Her taste was sweeter and headier than the wine.

She reached for the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up. Pulling back for just a moment, he ripped the garment over his head and went back to kissing her. Her palms skimmed up his arms, across his shoulders, down his back, around to his chest…everywhere she could reach, and scorching need followed in the wake of her light touch. It felt so fucking amazing to have her hands on his skin.

He plucked at the buttons on her blouse, trying to unfasten the shirt without breaking the kiss. It was a lesson in frustration, but he managed it. Slipping his fingers inside, he stroked the upper slopes of her breasts, edging along the lace trim of her bra. She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his back. He dipped under the lace, rubbing over the tight peaks of her nipples.

While he teased her, she was having nothing of a slow seduction. She reached for his belt and unbuckled it, then popped the button on his jeans and tugged open his fly. He did nothing to stop her, only pinched her nipples hard, twisting them until she whimpered. She slipped under the waistband of his boxers and swirled a fingertip around the head of his cock. His hips jerked toward her, a reflexive urging for her to continue, and white-hot lava burned through his veins.

After reaching behind her, he flicked open the binding on her bra and pulled it down her arms. She released him to toss the undergarment aside, and he took the opportunity to unfasten her khakis and drag them, along with her panties, down her legs.

“I want you naked too.” She pointed at his pants. “Strip.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

Rising quickly, he toed out of his sneakers, pushed his jeans and boxers down, and yanked his socks off. She faced forward so she could watch him. He had his clothes off so fast he was surprised he didn’t end up with fabric burn. His body urged him to go faster, to slide inside her now, now,
now
.

When he knelt on the couch, he grabbed her leg and tugged her around so he could settle between her thighs. She flinched and he froze, realizing exactly which knee he’d yanked on.

Shit. How could he have been so careless? “Jesus, I hurt you. I’m sor—”

“It’s fine.” She grabbed his arms to keep him from backing off. “I don’t want to stop.”

Neither did he, but he also didn’t want to do anything that made this a bad experience for her. “Just tell me what you need. I want this to be all pleasure for you, sweetheart.”

Her teeth flashed white as she grinned. “I can get on board with that policy.”

“Good.” He bent down and kissed the scar on her knee. “What positions work best for you? Because I’ll tell you right now any position you like works for me.”

“Even if I told you to stand on your head?”

He considered that for a moment and said, “It’s never too late to learn yoga.”

That cracked her up. “I have to admit, you’ve had the best reaction to the leg problem ever.”

“Your leg? Is not a problem for me.” He skimmed his fingertips up from her ankles, around her knees, and down the outsides of her thighs.

Something softened in her expression and she held her arms open for him. “Good old-fashioned missionary sounds awesome right now. Come here.”

She lay flat on the cushions, her good knee leaning against the back of the couch, and her bad leg off the side of the sofa with her foot braced on the floor. All of her was bared to his gaze, and she was so wet he shuddered, aching with lust. It took every last ounce of his restraint not to dive between her thighs and bury himself in her slick warmth.

“I think I should make up for hurting you.” His gaze went from her sex to her face and back again. “You seemed to enjoying kissing.”

“Yes.” Her breathing went shallow and she quivered. “Please, Dalton.”

When she said his name like that, all soft and needy, it was like taking a hit of the most powerful aphrodisiac known to man. Lowering himself over her gently, he settled his shoulders between her legs. The musky scent of her curled into his nostrils, and he flicked his tongue out to lick her slit from one end to the other. Her flavor slid over his taste buds, and he groaned. His cock throbbed like a toothache, and it was all he could do not to rub himself against the sofa. He formed his lips around her hard little clit and sucked.

A choked cry came from her and she buried her fingers in his hair. Her hips squirmed, but he didn’t stop his sensual torment. He wanted to feel her come against his mouth. He eased a hand forward and pressed two fingers into her hot channel, and felt her clench around him. Nice. Very nice.

He batted her clit with his tongue and began thrusting into her with the same swift rhythm. The noises she made told him exactly how much she liked what he was doing. Her grip on his hair tightened painfully just before she went utterly still, then shivers racked her and her inner muscles contracted around his plunging digits.

“Dalton!”

He reared back, scrambled for a condom, and sheathed himself in record time. Then he knelt between her spread thighs. She was flushed pink, her eyes closed, and a smile curled her lips. But he didn’t have it in him to savor the satisfied look on her face. His own need screamed for surcease. He took her good leg and draped it over his shoulder. Grasping his cock, he aimed for her entrance and sank into her one slow inch at a time.

Lord Almighty. Her slick heat squeezing tight around him was amazing. He gritted his teeth and mentally reviewed ocular diseases in order to keep from exploding then and there. Her eyes flared open, locking with his. He could see her reviving desire reflected in her gaze, heard her breathing speed to match his. Sweat slid down his face and chest, and his heart pounded. He pulled back until he almost slipped free, then slammed deep in one quick plunge.

She moaned. “That feels so good.”

“If it felt any better, we’d be done already.”

He slowly picked up speed, sinking into her again and again. She clutched the couch cushions, her back bowing. God, she was beautiful, a wicked, wanton angel. She rocked her pelvis into him every time he entered her, matching him perfectly.

“I’m close,” she whispered, her grip going white-knuckled.

That was enough to send him spiraling out of control. Bracing his hand on the top of her thigh, he held her in place while he hammered into her. He ground down on her clit, and she screamed and shuddered. Her pussy fisting tight on his dick shoved him over the edge of madness.

Burying himself deep, he came in hard jets that made stars burst behind his lids. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, and yet ended too soon. He let her leg slide back to the sofa and knelt there, head down, gasping for air while his muscles shook.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, you didn’t touch my knee at all.” She sighed. “And you made me come twice. I’m more than all right, thanks.”

He chuckled and slid out of her. Rising, he offered her a hand. “I have a nice comfortable bed if you’d like to make use of that other condom.”

She let him draw her to her feet and gave him a coy glance. “Wondering what other positions I like?”

“Hell, yeah.” He snagged the second rubber, looped an arm around her waist, and guided her down the hallway. “For example, how do you feel about sex in the shower? We’re a bit on the messy side.”

Her lips formed a thoughtful moue. “Up against the wall might not work, but bend me over and take me from behind and we’re in business.”

“Outstanding.”

Jesus, he liked her. Just being around her, bantering with her, talking to her, kissing her. Most especially making love to her.

It was a pretty bitter piece of irony that she was a tourist. Talk about the definition of a temporary fling, when she was the first woman to really catch his interest in years.

He was pretty sure Fate was laughing her ass off at his expense right now.

All he could do was make the most of the time they had, but so far every minute with her had just made him wish for more.

Chapter Five

“Conference chicken, yum. Exactly what I wanted for lunch.” Maria groaned, dropped her tray on the table, and flung herself into the chair next to Camille.

In the crowded ballroom-turned-lunchroom, it was hard to hear, but Camille just shrugged, grinned, and popped a bite of the maligned poultry into her mouth. “It tastes okay to me.”

“Mmm. You have a glow about you,
mi amiga
.” Maria propped her chin in her hand and widened her eyes. “Did you have a good evening with your optometrist?”

“It started out terribly, but ended well.” Camille gave a quick rundown of the night before, leaving out most of the naughty details, but her friend got the point.

She couldn’t deny she was smiling more today than she had in recent memory. She also had the sweet soreness that only came from really amazing sex. Even better sex than she’d anticipated, and her hopes had been pretty high. Not that she told Maria that, but Camille’s face apparently gave her away.