Home Is Where the Heat Is (17 page)

Suddenly, glass clacked on polished stone and wood scraped tile as JT got to his feet.

He grabbed her arm and jerked her back, jamming his straining hard-on against her naked ass. His zipper screeched open as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her body against the unforgiving island.

She gasped and slapped her palms on the stone slab, thrusting back against him as his cock invaded her from behind.
What the hell happened?

Claire groped for anything she could hold onto for leverage, and sent the now empty glass skittering across the counter. Her scalp burned as he yanked her upright. “Holy fuck! Make me come!”

But he grunted, teasing her with a few hard, fast pumps, before pulling out and shoving her down the hall toward the front door.

She stumbled and he caught her, spinning her around for a penetrating kiss while his cock violated her thighs. They struggled with his pants, pushing and pulling them down as she tripped backward toward the staircase. She climbed one step but missed the next, and they tumbled, spilling onto the stairs in a tangle of arms, legs and tongues.

His cock impaled her, and she clamped her thighs around his ass to keep him in. “Harder, damn it!”

He indulged her for a moment, pounding her wanting flesh, then wrestled free. “You need to be naked.” He whisked her sweater and her bra over her head in the same swift motion.

She bent back on the steps, raising her breasts to his mouth, but he fumbled capturing her nipple and slid down the stairs. His face landed between her legs, and he took advantage of the happy accident, flicking his tongue on her throbbing clit.

“Fuck yes!” Claire flung her arm out and grabbed the railing, seizing his hair with the other hand and digging her heels into the carpet.

Fleeting licks teased her flesh, dancing in one aching spot before jumping to another equally needy one. He sucked her, nibbled her, as if sampling a tasty treat before devouring her whole. Ripples of pleasure cascaded down her body, threatening to dislodge their precarious position and send them to the floor. But a swell of hot, rushing lust lifted her body to his mouth, demanding satisfaction and getting it. Swirling pools of carnal gratification carried her away, leaving her gasping for air. “JT! You fucking bastard!”

She felt his laugh on her tormented clit and managed to stifle the urge to smack him.

He sat up and pulled his shirt off, then crawled up the steps, dragging his naked body over hers until his cock fit fully inside her. “I need this pussy.” He moaned, slowly thrusting. “I want to own it.” His torturous motion sucked her slippery flesh in with his.

“Goddamn it, I’ll let you claim anything you want if you keep fucking me like that.”

***

JT kept up the excruciating pace, driving Claire to a clawing frenzy and hitching a ride along with her.
Anything I want.
He wanted to make her squeal, make her cling to him, sweating and swearing. He wanted to give her the attention she craved, and he wanted love like no one else ever had.

But he couldn’t tell her all of that, not now, not in this heated moment with his brain half-fried and his body teetering on the edge of oblivion. And not when he still had so much to lose. So he’d show her as much as he could.

“I want it slow.” He pulled out a sliver at a time.

“Mmm….” She arched into him.

“I want it hard.” He shoved his hips into hers.

She gasped and shuddered. “Don’t stop.”

“And I want it rough.” He slammed their bodies on the stairs, wincing at the bruising pain. “You’re gonna feel that in the mornin’.”

“Ow yes!” She dug her fingernails into his ass and pounded back.

His entire body ached, with the most intense need rooted in his cock. Tongues of flame licked his skin, whipping up an inferno. Ah, but he couldn’t finish yet. He’d tested her patience and pushed his to the limit. And she’d said
all night
. If nothing else, he wanted to give her that. Now. Tonight.

He flicked his tongue in her ear. “Come for me.” Maybe if he got her off hard enough, she wouldn’t notice he hadn’t come. Her pussy throbbed and tightened around him.
Oh shit, I’m gonna lose it.
He slipped one hand under her ass, digging into the hot mound while he twisted his fingers in her hair and nibbled the spot where her neck met her shoulder.

“Oh. Oh!” Her body trembled, and he drove in deep, counting each nail in the staircase under them, remembering pounding them in one at a time.

Pounding. Not helping.

But she came fast, gashing his shoulders with her fingernails as she squealed. Sweat dripped from her skin as she clamped her legs around his. “Fuck me with a hammer,” she groaned.

Hearing his favorite curse on her lips made him laugh, and he won the battle with his cock. “There’s a hammer in my tool box.”

“I like the one between your legs.” She reached down and grabbed his stiff dick as he pulled out. “You’re still hard.”

His befuddled brain and her curling fingers rendered him incapable of offering an explanation. He slid back and up the stairs, trying to get away from her relentless caress.

But she refused to let go, crawling over his helpless body and capturing his mouth with hers. She stroked his unsatisfied cock, coaxing the release he’d held back when he’d fucked her.
Not yet, not yet.
The words became a mind-numbing chant, which did nothing to tame the fire in his veins.

“Why won’t you come?” She breathed the question on his lips. A flicker of fear haunted her eyes, but then she plunged her tongue into his mouth as if to prevent him from arguing.

He couldn’t answer if he wanted to. Some perverse part of him, not the one in her hand, believed he might be able fight off fate a while longer if he controlled something—anything. “You said
all night
.”

She smiled and tightened her grip, pulling up and stroking down his pulsing shaft. “Yes, I did.”

“Then don’t—” He gasped and shuddered as she circled the tip with her thumb.

“Don’t worry. I’m a creative woman.”

Pressure mounted inside his cock as her hands worked magic, pushing him to the boiling point. “I don’t doubt it.”
Think about baseball.

Second base tickled the back of his hand as she leaned down to reclaim his mouth. He twisted his wrist and caught the soft mound, lingering there while third base beckoned, sliding hot over his thigh. He stole third as she threw a curveball, dipping down to suck his wood into her mouth.

That’ll never work again.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her up, kissing her wayward lips while she maintained a firm grasp on his cock.

Why am I torturing myself?
Holding back one orgasm wouldn’t make a difference if luck decided to turn against him. And maintaining control…?
Ha. That’s a joke.
He could let go now and deal with the fallout later.

Claire moaned into his mouth as he twisted his fingers inside her. She returned the favor and cupped him, her touch gentle but firm.

Fire shot from his balls through the top of his head. JT groaned while she fucked his mouth with her tongue, penetrating him as he’d done to her. Molten heat exploded over her hand and his stomach.

She released their kiss and licked the throbbing spot at the base of his throat. He gasped for breath, dropping back and smacking his head on the step beneath.

“Ow.”

She relaxed her grip and looked up at him. “Did I hurt you?”

His last breath escaped.
Damn woman almost killed me.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and stroked her cheek with his thumb. Why hadn’t he wanted to come? This woman’s mere presence could make him rise to the occasion more than once… and fast. “Nah. Takes more than a simple hand job to break me.”

Her eyes narrowed, and his limp cock slipped from her hand. “I see.” She sat up and wiped her sticky palm on his thigh. “Well, I’m sorry I couldn’t excite you. Better luck next time.”

Whoa. What?
He snatched her ankle as she stepped over him. “Where are you going?”

She grabbed the railing and steadied herself. “Home.” Her gaze locked onto his hand clinging to her bare leg. “After I find my clothes.” She shook him off and headed for the kitchen, but he scrambled to his feet and managed to snag her arm, spinning her back against him. Heat flashed in her eyes as he pinned her to the closet door; her breasts heaved on his chest, and their breath came hot and heavy.

“I thought you were done running away.”

Chapter 12

Claire was blindsided by an irrational urge to slap JT, and she curled her fingers into his chest, drawing a hiss from him as her nails scored his skin. “I’m not running,” she snarled. He stumbled as she shoved him back. “I’m
walking
out the front door.”

He regained his footing and blocked her exit, a mischievous smile twitching his lip. “Naked?”

Her mouth fell open. “You think you can joke your way out of this?”

“I don’t even know what ‘this’ is!”

He doesn’t know? How can he not?
“It’s, uh….”
Fudge.
Ten minutes ago they’d been so hot for each other they hadn’t even made it to his bed, and now she was threatening to walk out on him? She reviewed the events in her mind, trembling as images of them, tangled and sweaty on the stairs, nearly dropped her to her knees. He’d said something—just one word—that triggered her fury.

Takes more than a simple hand job….

Simple. Which meant boring. Dull. One good fuck and good night, Claire—that’s what his thoughtless words had implied. The evidence smeared over both their bodies pointed to another conclusion, though: he wanted her enough to fuck her where she stood… and he’d called her bluff when she tried to run.

More clues seemed to support that theory. Her anger faded and her face heated. “It’s nothing.” She glanced down at the floor.

He moved closer, lacing his fingers behind the small of her back when she resisted his pull. He curled a finger under her chin and made her meet his gaze. “‘Nothing’ wouldn’t send you out the door… naked.” His eyelid twitched as if he found it impossible not to wink. “At least tell me what I did wrong.”

You didn’t want to come.
Did he think once would be enough? Did he doubt her ability to arouse him again? “You made a stupid joke, and I took it the wrong way.”

“Um… which stupid joke?”

She shook her head. “Never mind.” She pressed her hands on his shoulders and leaned back as she glanced down the hall toward the light spilling from the kitchen. Stay? Go home? What did she want? What did
he
want?

He followed her gaze and tightened his grip, nudging her toward the stairs. “Leave your clothes on the floor and come with me.”

Her heart fluttered as his cock stiffened against her thigh. “Are we going to make it to your bed this time?”

That irrepressible, ever-present grin lit his eyes. “I can’t promise that.”

“Good.” She slid her hands into his wild hair and pulled him down for an enticing kiss. If he’d had any doubts about her skills, she’d have to erase them all and leave him certain he wanted more of her.

He swept her into his arms and carried her up the stairs, kissing her as they ventured down the hall. He fumbled with the doorknob, so she twisted it until the latch released.

“Thank you.” He grinned and kicked the door open.

She nestled against him. “You never would’ve made it without me.”

Something resonated deep in his eyes. Had her teasing struck a chord? But it dissipated as he set her on her feet. “Ha. You’re the one who fell up the stairs.”

“I think you tripped me.”

“Prove it, Miss Legal Secretary.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and turned her back to survey the room. A small bed covered with a handmade quilt looked even smaller in the abundant space. Sliding glass doors opened to a wood deck.

Claire walked over and pressed her hand on the cold surface, peering into the dark. “Can you see the mountains from here?”

“Yep. I built it that way.” He flipped a switch and the gas fireplace opposite the bed flickered to life.

“Oh my.” She hurried to the fire and warmed her chilled hands. “This is a beautiful room.”

“Mmm….” He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck, molding her body into his as he directed her toward the bed.

Claire resisted and glanced toward the deck. She wanted to do something daring or bold—something that would make his cock stiffen like a stripper pole whenever he thought of her. But the heat kicked in and reminded her they’d probably freeze their fun parts off outside. She needed to step away for a moment and collect her thoughts. “I’d like to wash up.”

“Sure.” He nodded toward a closed door next to the fireplace. “Right through there.”

She pressed a quick kiss on his mouth, then walked into the biggest bathroom she’d ever seen. Dual sinks lined the opposite wall and a Roman tub sat in the corner next to her. A glass enclosed fireplace exactly like the one in the bedroom warmed the foot of the tub. She stepped backward into the bedroom and studied that fireplace, then she poked her head back through the door frame into the bathroom. “It’s the same fire.”

“Yep.” JT leaned back against the pillows and laced his fingers behind his head. “It’s built into the wall so you can see it from either side.”

“Wow.” The word escaped her in a breathless rush. “This is every woman’s dream bathroom. How did you know?”

A sheepish grin crossed his face. “I had a… consultant.”

“Well, she did a great job. I hope you thanked her.”

He cleared his throat and got up to join her, slipping his arms around her waist from behind and resting his chin on her top of her head. “Like that wall?”

Claire stared in the direction he’d pointed her and gasped. A solid grid of waved glass blocks filled the space between the sinks and the tub. “Gorgeous. The sun must light it up.”

“Mm-hm. But no one can see into it.” He chuckled into her hair. “I hope that doesn’t disappoint you.”

She leaned back against him and laughed. “There’s always the deck.”