Hide From Evil (20 page)

But the way she was staring at him, really seeing him for the first time…He felt like the lead blanket he’d been wearing for the past three years was finally falling away.

Her lids dropped under his intense stare and her tongue came out to lick her lips.

He bent his head, calling himself a thousand kinds of idiot as the last thread of his resistance snapped. He sucked her plump bottom lip between his teeth and ran his tongue over the curve. Jesus, he thought, groaning at the way her lips parted so easily beneath his, the way her tongue slid out to meet his. Blood roared in his head as he struggled not to thrust his tongue down her throat.

Jesus, if only he could write off his response to her as just an overreaction to stimulus—any stimulus—after being locked up. Deprive a healthy young man of female contact for three years, put him in the room with a woman who was attractive and receptive, and what did you expect? Of course his dick was going to get hard.

But that wasn’t the truth, not even close. And for reasons he couldn’t put his finger on—not with every bit of blood dropping from his brain and heading for parts below the waist. He wanted her to know she wasn’t alone in her crazy, inexplicable reaction to someone completely inappropriate. “I wish I could tell you this was all just because I’m desperate and horny, making up for lost time after being locked up.” He slid his palm under the hem of her T-shirt, groaning at the feel of warm, smooth skin. “It would be so much easier if that was all this was.” He cupped a breast and flicked a nipple through the silk of her bra, loving the way it jumped to immediate attention against the pad of his thumb.

“There hasn’t been anyone,” he said between kisses. “I haven’t wanted anyone. I’ve been walking around like I’m dead inside and then you show up.” He couldn’t keep the edge out of his voice, angry at his own lack of control. Like she needed anything more on him, but he couldn’t keep himself from spilling his guts. “All of a sudden all I can think about is how you smell, how you might taste.” He sucked her tongue into his mouth for emphasis. “How soft your skin would feel.” He whipped her shirt over her head and slid his hands down the smooth line of her back, down the curve of her waist and hip.

“I go from not even thinking about sex to driving myself crazy thinking up ways to make you come.” He bent his head and swept his tongue over her silk-covered nipple. “And then I finally get the chance and I blow it, literally.”

The sound of her soft chuckle went straight to his balls. “I was willing to wait for you to recover,” she said as her hands came up to his head, pressing him more firmly against her breast. “You were the one who jumped off the bed like I was a leper.”

He licked and nipped his way up her neck, back to her mouth. Sure enough, there was the faint purple bruise Ibarra had noticed. Sean paused to taste it. “You willing to let me make it up to you?”

Maybe this was what he needed, just one night to give in to whatever chemical imbalance made him respond so strongly to her. One night to scratch the itch and get her out of his system for good.

She froze, looking up at him with wide eyes. The moment of truth. Seconds stretched like an eternity as he absorbed every detail of her flushed face, kiss-swollen lips, pulse pounding in her throat. He was leaving it in her hands, a deliberate choice so there would be no excuses later about getting swept up in the moment and giving in to their raging lust without a thought.

She bit her lip, nodded. Her mouth moved, her lips shaping an almost inaudible “Yes.”

Chapter 11

S
ean didn’t realize he was holding his breath until it came out in a rush. He lifted her around the waist and carried her to the bed. He stripped off her jeans and took her socks with them. He shoved his own pants and underwear to the floor and froze with one knee on the bed, mesmerized by the sight of her.

He hadn’t had a chance to really look at her the night before. He’d been so crazed, almost blinded by his lust, that all he’d taken away were impressions of her smooth skin, pink nipples, and soft lips. Now he drank in the sight of her like a man who’d just crawled out of the desert.

Her skin was milky white against the navy-blue bedspread, the silk and lace of her bra and panties making her look somehow almost more naked the way they covered up just the bare minimum. He could see the peaks of her breasts, beading against the fabric like they were begging to be sucked. Her stomach was a smooth, flat plane, her legs long, smoothly muscled, ready to wrap around him and hold him tight.

And in between…Jesus, that was the fucking promised land. His cock strained and jerked with a mind of its own.

Krista’s eyes traveled down his body, drinking him in as he had her. He saw her lips part as she sucked in a breath at the sight of his erection. The thought of her closing those lips over the tip, sucking him into her mouth had him gritting his teeth as he struggled not to come right then and there.

Not this time.
Not until he’d made up for last night’s premature performance about a dozen times over. He settled on the mattress and pulled her to him, hooking one knee over his hip so she was flush against him, breast to chest, sliding against the soft skin of her stomach. He yanked the straps of her bra down her shoulders and undid the clasp with all the finesse of a fourteen-year-old getting his first shot at second base.

Krista didn’t seem to mind as she tugged the bra off and pressed herself against him, the whole time making those eager little noises in the back of her throat as her mouth consumed his. Her leg shifted, drawing him closer and he groaned at the feel of her smooth inner thigh rubbing against his naked hip. He wanted,
needed
to taste that silky skin, almost as much as he needed to taste the wet heat that soaked the silk of her panties as she ground her hips against his stomach.

He rolled her onto her back and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. The rich scent of her arousal fogged his brain as he slid the scrap of fabric down her legs and positioned himself between her thighs.

God have mercy. Krista was a natural blonde.

“Shouldn’t we get a condom or something?” Krista said through panting breaths as Sean sucked first one and then another nipple in his mouth.

“Eventually,” he said against the soft skin of her stomach, loving the way her fingers tangled in his hair and held him close as she arched into his mouth. “But we’re not going to need it for a while.”

He bent his head to the dusting of gold curls on top of her mound and without hesitation spread her open with his thumbs. Her entire body tensed and she gave a surprised “Oh!” Her fingers tightened in his hair, almost as though she wasn’t sure if she wanted to yank him away or shove him closer. “Oh God, you don’t have to do that if you…” Her protest trailed off in a low, throaty moan.

Not do this? Was she insane? His tongue traced tight circles around her clit, the salty sweet taste of her flooding his mouth. He sucked her into his mouth, lashed her with his tongue as he slid first one and then two fingers into her.

He ground himself against the bedspread, fighting not to come, forcing himself to focus on her, her pleasure, the way she was rocking herself against his face as he fucked her with his fingers and his tongue like he was dying to fuck her with his cock.

Through the blood roaring in his head he could hear her moans, feel her tightening around his fingers and knew she was close. He wanted to slow it down, wanted to make it last, but more than anything he wanted to feel her come, wanted her to experience the searing wave of release he’d felt last night when he came in her hand.

One last lick, one firm thrust of his fingers and she shuddered hard against him, her muscles convulsing around his fingers like a tight, wet vise.

He didn’t stop kissing her until her tremors had faded to quivers, and even then he couldn’t stop himself from burying his mouth against the slick skin of her inner thigh, hot and smooth and soaked with the evidence of her need.

Her hand brushed his shoulders and the light contact sizzled through him as though he’d been struck by lightning. Jesus, he felt like his world had been rocked and he hadn’t even come yet.

He wanted to linger down there, give Krista another orgasm or six, but his body wasn’t having it. Straining, demanding, aching to sink into the wet heat of her sex. He rocked back onto his heels and leaned over to open the drawer of the bedside table.

Ibarra better not have been shitting him when he’d said he kept a stash of Trojans in there. He pawed through the contents of the drawer and did a mental fist pump when he found half a dozen foil-wrapped packages. He kept one and scattered the rest across the table, unable to stifle a smile as Krista’s pleasure-blurred look turned wary.

“Three years,” he reminded her.

Sean rolled the condom down the length of his cock and positioned himself against her entrance. He gripped himself hard, squeezing his eyes shut as that first contact threatened to send him over the edge. Hot, tight, wet, stretching around the broad head. He heard her answering cry as he pressed his palms against her inner thighs, holding her open to receive him as he shoved himself, inch by agonizing inch, inside her body.

Oh God, it was too much, Krista thought as she squirmed against the invasion. She was still shaking from an orgasm so powerful she almost blacked out, and her body felt swollen and tight as he pushed himself inside.

She tried to retreat, but there was nowhere for her to go. And he knelt between her legs, palms pinning her thighs wide as he pushed deeper, rocking his hips past her body’s resistance.

Relentless.

Jesus, she was insane, giving in to him like this. But there was no stopping him. No stopping the need that had hit her full force from the moment she’d laid eyes on him yesterday.

And now there was no doubt he felt the same way.
I haven’t wanted anyone. I’ve been walking around like I’m dead inside and then you show up.

With any other guy she would have brushed that off as a line of BS—every woman wanted to think she was the one and only.

But Sean had no reason to use a line, not with her, the last woman on earth he should want to have sex with for any reason other than to get some kind of twisted revenge. And even knowing that, Krista couldn’t stop herself. She was as out of her mind as he was, sucked up into the vortex of sexual heat and chemistry that had been snapping and crackling between them for months.

If this was revenge, she never knew it could feel so good.

She ran her hands up his arms, felt the corded muscles jump under her touch. She’d never had sex like this: primitive, raw, needy. Never been with a man like Sean, tough, powerful, but gentle when he needed to be.

He wasn’t gentle now. Pleasure danced on the edge of pain as her body struggled to accommodate him and she let out a little gasp. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, sure, but there was no getting around the fact that Sean Flynn was a very big man, in every way.

“God, you feel so good, Krista,” he murmured. The low rumble of his voice sent a shimmer of pleasure through her. “So wet and tight around me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this good.”

She opened her eyes and caught his gaze, green eyes narrowed, blazing with such heat she felt their sizzle on her skin.

He rocked his hips forward, sinking in another inch as he held her stare. The look in his eyes, dark, possessive, the primitive pleasure on his face made her clench around him, sent another rush of moisture from her to ease his way. Then his thumb was between her thighs, rubbing, circling her clit until she was running hot and wet and dying for him to come all the way inside her.

She slid her hands to his ass, urging him forward as she rocked her hips from the mattress.

He threw his head back and thrust all the way inside, so deep she could feel him at the base of her spine. The last pinch of pain gave way to mind-blowing pleasure as he began to thrust in slow, steady strokes, sinking deep, withdrawing nearly all the way before squeezing back in as the firm strokes of his thumb sent her spiraling out of control.

She called his name and let out a choked cry as her orgasm exploded through her. Jolts of pleasure coursed through her, making every nerve ending from the top of her head to the bottoms of her feet sing.

She heard his answering groan as she drifted back down to earth. Sean hooked her legs over his elbows and pumped his hips, driving into her in hard, pummeling thrusts. She thought he was relentless before. Now she realized how much he’d been holding back. She rested her hands on his shoulders and hung on for the ride.

She felt him freeze against her, every muscle tight. He swelled impossibly larger inside her, and then he was coming, his body jerking, shuddering against her as he held himself buried as deep inside her as he could go, his hands gripping her hips almost desperately.

Krista felt a rush of power and pleasure as he collapsed against her, knowing that she was the one who gave him such pleasure, that she was the one to break him out of the sexless cocoon he’d wrapped himself in. She stroked her hands down his back, sank her fingers into the now-softening muscles, and turned her face into the crook of his neck.

He smelled like sweat and sex and Sean, a potent combination that made her want to hold him here inside her and never let him go.

Unease rippled through her at the thought. She was never one to get all gooey after sex and start getting all carried away with thoughts of happily ever after. And Sean Flynn was the last man who should make her start.

But God, it was hard to remember that when he smelled so good and felt even better. Still buried deep inside her, his thundering heartbeat echoing her own as it pounded against her chest.

After a few moments, he took a deep breath and propped himself up on his elbows. He cupped her face in his hands and captured her mouth in a kiss that started out as a tender thank-you and then went hot and wild as his tongue slid in to tangle with hers.