Harm's Hunger (2 page)

He kissed her with a possessive intensity she hadn’t expected. It was dominant and demanding, as if they’d been lovers for years, and God help her…it was a killer turn on. The electrifying sensation scattered all the way through her body, making the bottom of her feet tingle.

While one hand splayed across her back drawing her closer, the other hand moved to her naked breast and plucked at her nipple, the rough skin on his fingers a perfect drag against the soft bud. As he kissed her jaw, he grated out, “Just how far does this fantasy of yours go?”

She couldn’t believe how much he made her feel. The way he kissed her, his unfettered sensuality, with such primal, immediate intimacy, blew her away. “As far as you’re willing to take it.” Her sincere response turned to a gasp of pleasure when he wrapped his big hands around her back and lowered his head to close his mouth over her nipple. Sucking on the hard tip, he rubbed his thumbs on the plump sides of her breasts, then gently nipped at the pink skin with his teeth.

“Be careful what you ask. I’m a demanding bastard.” His hot breath bathed her breast right before he captured her throbbing skin once more and sucked harder. Jena dug her fingers into his shoulders and closed her eyes, absorbing the electric pleasure he gave. When he moved to the other breast and gave it equal attention, she pressed closer and panted, “Don’t stop.”

He pressed a hot kiss to the inside curve of her breast as his hand trailed down her belly. “You’re so soft. If this is a dream, I sure as hell don’t want to wake up,” he murmured against her flushed skin.

She gave a half-laugh. “Me either.”

He kissed her again, his voice turning gruff as he slipped his hand into her bikini bottom. “That’s all the permission I needed.” At his last word, his finger slid past the bikini-cut curls and delved deep into her core.

“Oh God.” She inhaled deeply at the delicious sensations engulfing her. “On the demanding thing,” she breathed out, “I think you’ve met your match.”

Chuckling, he kissed a path back to her breast and drew on the hardened tip at the same time he strummed her body like the cords on a guitar in need of tuning. Jena clutched his hard shoulders for support, arching against his hand. She’d never wanted this seductive song to end.

“How close are you, darlin’?” he asked as he played her with masterful purpose.

Her body started to quake and she tensed her muscles, ready to fly apart. “Very,” she gasped.

Withdrawing his hand from her body, he slid his moist fingers along her sensitive skin, idling her on a high rev. “You’re so warm and wet, a sweet summer dream.”

She gritted her teeth when she noted the devilish gleam in his eye. He was toying with her. “Listen, I—”

He pressed a couple of fingers back inside her, fast and hard. Her breath hitched and she sighed in pleasure at the rough invasion.

A cocky eyebrow shot up. “You were saying?”

“Noth—nothing.” A haze of passion engulfed her as her entire body bowed, preparing to climax.

“I feel how close you are.” Leaning in, he kissed a path from her neck to her ear where he whispered, “But I want you hotter,” and withdrew his hand once more.

“Damn you,” she hissed. She was so primed she started to finish the job herself.

He grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away with a deep rumbling growl. “Oh, no you don’t. You asked for a fantasy. I’m damn well going to be the person who’s going to give it to you.”

Edgy tension ebbed through her, yet his comment made her throb more than she ever remembered feeling in her life.

They stood there, glaring at one another.

Jena started to pull her wrist away, but he used his hold to tug her against his chest. Before she could push away, he reached for her thighs and lifted, wrapping her legs around his waist as he set her against the wall.

Capturing her lips with a hungry kiss, his rough hands clutched her close while he drove his erection as far into her as clothes would allow.

Jena gripped his shoulders and arched against him, tiny whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips.

“Despite the jeans, you’re making this feel pretty good,” he moaned against her mouth.

Jena laughed as she reached between them to yank at the buckle on his pants. He backed his hips off just a bit so she could unbutton the top button and slide her hand inside. Gripping the warm, rigid flesh, she touched the tip with her thumb, teasing him. She smiled when he groaned and rocked into her hand. As soon as his breathing turned ragged, she released her hold.

He lifted his head from kissing her neck and met her gaze, clearly frustrated.

“You need to be hotter,” she mocked.

“Damn you.”

“Now why does that sound familiar?” Her amusement died a fast death when he pushed two fingers inside her once more, then ground his erection against his hand, adding more pressure. Panting, she gyrated her hips as he rubbed his thumb against her swollen flesh. 

“Live the fantasy, sweetheart,” he murmured as his fingers found her trigger spot deep within, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Jena buried her fingers deep into his shoulders at his husky words. Sensations curled within her, clawing, begging to be released. As if he knew just what she needed, he shoved his entire body against her, his thick chest and his lean hips holding her up while he rocked against her, winding her body into a tight coil of raging need.

“Yes, oh God
.
” She tightened her legs around him, countering his rhythmic movements. She’d just opened her mouth to scream, when he kissed her deeply, taking her breath away as he carried her through a thoroughly satisfying orgasm.

Once her spasms finally stopped, he lowered her feet to the floor and put his forehead on hers. Their breathing sawed in and out for what seemed like an eternity before he lifted his warm brown gaze to hers with a wry look.

“We’re doing this a little backwards, but…nice to meet you…”

“Jena.”

“Jena,” he repeated and smiled. “Harm.”

She smiled and reached down to slide her fingers along his jeans. “Now, about your—”

The phone on the wall started to ring, reminding her that this man had her so caught up, she’d forgotten they were in an elevator, possibly angering many hotel guests.

Harm looked over at the phone. “Rotten timing.”

She couldn’t help but grin. “At least for one of us.”

“Rub it in why don’t you?” He grumbled as he adjusted his pants, then retrieved his hat from the floor before pushing the button back in.

“I still have a problem.” She tried to hold her bikini top closed while also holding the towel over her bare bottom, but wasn’t being very successful. “There are several families on my floor.”

He rubbed the scruff on his jaw, eyeing her. “Hmmm, I see what you mean.”

The elevator stopped and sure enough, a family stood outside the elevator. Harm quickly pulled her against his side, grabbing her butt, towel and all.

“Afternoon, folks,” he said in a friendly voice, then walked off the elevator with her as if it were perfectly normal for him to have a tight hold on her rear.

“Um, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she said, trying to pretend her face wasn’t on fire from embarrassment.

“What?” He looked down at her. “You wanted me to shadow you or something?” He shook his head and squeezed her rear as he whispered in her ear. “Uh-uh, darlin’. This is a lot more fun. Your sweet ass was made to be grabbed and often.”

As Jena opened her hotel room door, the room phone rang. Who would be calling her? No one knew she was here yet. Clutching her bathing suit top together, she walked over to the nightstand and picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Why the hell haven’t you answered your cell? And why didn’t you tell me you were coming a day early? I was worried something happened to you.”

“My battery is dead and there’s a reason I didn’t tell you. I came to sight-see.” She cast a smile toward the cowboy who’d shut the door behind him, towel in hand.

“It may have taken us six months to finally come to Texas, but I want to get this over with. You’ve kept Mr. Steele waiting long enough. Get down to my room. I’m in 614.”

“Now?” She sighed, looking regretfully at Mr. Knock-your-socks-off-with-more-to-come.

“Now.”

“All right. You don’t have to be so snappy. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Replacing the receiver, she felt warm hands settle on her shoulders. Harm gently squeezed and massaged her bare skin. God, he had a magic touch.

“Problem?”

She turned to face him. “No, just some business I need to take care of.”

He sighed, disappointment evident. “Yeah, me too. I’m expecting a phone call.” He ran a finger along her jaw, a sexy smile canting the corners of his mouth. “How long will you be here?”

His light touch sent goose bumps scattering across her skin. “I don’t know yet. I may leave as early as tomorrow.”

“If this has to be goodbye, I understand.” Harm cupped her face in his big hands and brushed her lips with his. When he slid his hand through her hair to cup the back of her head and pull her against him, Jena opened her mouth, accepting his intimate kiss and wanting more.

“I know you have to go.” Lifting his head, his regretful gaze, heated and intense, dropped to her breasts and then her belly, sliding down to her toes. “The rest of my day won’t be near as adventurous,” he said as he took a step back and touched his hat, then turned to leave.

How many men would just walk away? Had she stumbled across a true gentleman? Jena stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Dropping her hand to cover the hard outline in his pants, she said in her sexiest voice, “I wouldn’t want you to leave empty-handed, Harm.”

Harm stopped dead in his tracks. His body felt like he’d ridden bareback for a week, yet he’d forced himself to walk away from her, lust still raging. Thank God he wouldn’t have to.

She pressed her cheek against his back and slid her hand up and down his package. “I do have a few minutes that I could put to some very good use.”

As Harm gave a low laugh and threw his hat in a chair by the table, Jena slipped out of her ruined bikini top, then unbuttoned his shirt. When his shirt was completely open, she moved to unbuckle his belt and the top button on his jeans. She didn’t bother with the rest, just pulled the fabric and the buttons gave way.

Heat curled in his belly, tightening his balls against his body. Her aggressive nature turned him on. Damn, he couldn’t remember wanting a woman this much. Not only were her lips kissable as hell, but they were full and firm—just the right kind for other activities. If she went down on him even half as well as she kissed, he’d be in heaven.

Jena pulled back the gaudy green and yellow floral bedspread, then pushed him onto the bed and made fast work of removing the rest of his clothes. When she settled next to him and lightly stroked his erection, his hips moved involuntarily, bucking against her hand. Her skin was so soft and all he could think about was touching her, hearing her sigh and burying himself as deep as he could into her sweet body. Before she could touch him again Harm yanked her across his chest, kissing her long and hard. She tasted like honey and lemons, reminding him again of the lake…and thirst-quenching sweet tea. He wanted to know what the rest of her tasted like. Too damn bad they didn’t have all afternoon to discover each other.

Jena pushed away from him,
tsking
, “As much as I would like to continue kissing your sexy mouth, I have more pressing matters,” she tightened her hold on him, “to take care of.”

Harm chuckled and let her have free rein. When her mouth closed over him, he closed his eyes and groaned, rocking his hips, pressing his length further into her hot, wet mouth.

Her tongue slid around the sensitive tip as she sucked and slid her hand down to his balls, playing with him. When she moved and took one of his balls in her mouth, covering it, tasting it with her tongue while she stroked his full length, he almost lost it, but she looked up, tightened her hold and said, “Not yet, Harm.”

As she took him fully in her mouth once more, he slid his hand over her bare bottom, squeezed, then ran his fingers up her spine and back. He cupped the back of her head, changing the pace of her movements, showing her just how he wanted it.

And, fuckin’-A, did she deliver. Jena opened her throat, taking his hardness as far into her mouth as she could, gripping him at the base and pumping him, priming him. Sweet Mary. “Jena,” he warned, but she just took more of him further down her throat. Holy shit, he wanted to let go. He had to use his hold on her hair to pull her off of him as his body rocked with one of the best damn climaxes he’d had in a very long time.

Jena didn’t stop moving her hand along his cock until he was completely spent, but she turned angry eyes his way when he was done. “Why did you pull me off you?”

What? Most women would be glad. Harm leaned on his elbow and met her gaze as she got up and threw him the towel. She was obviously pissed.

“Jena, I’m a complete stranger. You don’t know anything about my sexual history.”

“Is there something you want to tell me?” she shot back.

He shook his head. “I’m clean, but I thought it best to not take chances since you didn’t know that at the time.”

As he got dressed, she appeared to be weighing what he said. “Thanks for considering me, I suppose.” She sounded disgruntled.

Shaking his head, he chuckled as he pulled her into his arms. “This is the damnedest conversation. We certainly don’t seem to do things the conventional way, do we?”

She wrapped her arms around his waist, laughing. “That does appear to be the case.”

Harm kissed the tip of her nose. “I know you have to go, but will you have dinner with me later?”

“Yes,” she said, turning her gorgeous eyes his way as she tightened her hold on him.

Harm didn’t want to release her. He had to make himself walk away, but he paused for the briefest of seconds when he reached the door and realized he didn’t know her last name. Now would be a hell of a time to ask. He set his jaw. Her last name could be Timbuktu for all he cared. He loved the fact she was uninhibited with him, but had a decent side that cared about propriety. The look on her face when she realized families would see her half-naked was priceless. He wanted to know her passions in life, which social issues pushed her buttons and if puppies and kids were her downfall. Beyond the fact she jacked him up, he’d enjoyed their banter and her quick wit; he had a feeling they’d get along well. As soon as his business was taken care of, he’d take her to dinner and do his best to convince her to stay longer.