Hot Property (Kingston Bros.) (11 page)

He began to panic, which just made him mad as hell. He gave her a little shake. "Serena. Are you sick? Do I need to take you to the hospital?
Or maybe to your mom's place?"

Serena let out a brittle laugh and pulled away from him a few steps. "My mom? You want to take me to my mommy?" She cried out in disbelief. "God. You still think I'm a little girl, don't you? But I'm not. In case you missed it. I'm all grown up. See?" She smoothed her hands down he
r body to emphasize her curves.

Despite the inappropriateness of his thoughts, Mark couldn't help but wish it was his hands trailing over her luscious body. With some effort he turned his mind back to the subject at hand, and tried not to focus on the way she'd cupped her own breasts for just a second, as if offering those mouth-w
atering mounds to him.

"Serena," he
said
his voice low and husky. "I'm completely aware that you're not a little girl anymore. Believe me, I'm hyperaware of that fact. But that doesn't tell me what's wrong. Are you drunk? High, maybe?" He moved into her personal space again and tried to look into her eyes to see if her pupils were dilated, but she just turned her
head away defiantly.

"No, I am not drunk," she said in a petulant tone. "Besides, that's rea
lly more your thing than mine."

Mark felt enormous relief wash over him. There was a definite fiery note creeping back into her voice, so whatever was bothering her couldn't have done irreparable damage. Tenderly, he lifted her chin up with one finger so she was forced to look directly into his eyes. "Granted. But what's wrong? Please. Tell me. I'm going crazy here. Imagining the worst. Whatever it is. I promi
se. I'll do my best to fix it."

Serena wasn't sure whether to cry at the tenderness in his tone or howl in frustration at his annoyingly male impulse to try and fix everything instead of just listening. But she didn't cry or howl. Instead she lifted up on the tips of her toes, leaned forward and pressed her lips against the corner
of his full, delicious mouth.

Mark froze in disbelief. If he was a better man, the man he wanted to be, he would push her away gently and demand to know what was going on with her. But he really wasn't that guy. Had never been the type of person who intrinsically knew the right thing to do and acted on it. He struggled everyday to be a good person and sometimes h
e failed miserably. Like today.

This weakness combined with the fact that he was completely and irrevocably in love with this woman made it impossible to turn her away. All that mattered right now was that she was touching him and it made everything inside of him come alive. All normal thought processes shut down completely and he was reduced to that basic, primal part of himself which demanded that he take this opportunity to claim what he wanted. To take her
,
mark her as his and deal with the ramifications o
f his actions much, much later.

So instead of just standing there, passively, and allowing her to use her lips to deflect his questions as a gentleman would, he acted on his overwhelming desire and hauled her warm, slim body as close to him as possible. She was soft and delicate, everything a woman should be, and yet he could feel the rigid strength in her shoulders and spine.
For a moment, she stiffened against him, but as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply and sweetly for the first time in a decade, he felt her resistance melt away like sun-warmed honey. Within moments of that surrender she was holding onto his shoulders tightly and pressing her hips against him in such a sensual way that he felt his cock rise and harden agains
t her soft stomach instantly. 

Serena really
hadn’t meant
to kiss him so soon. She had been imagining a slow and subtle seduction. Or at least that's what she told herself. The truth was that her mind had been replaying those steamy kisses they'd shared after Jack's first wedding almost constantly since Mark had returned to town. Her memory of that night and his callous rejection of her still had the power to humiliate and anger her. But the previous moments, when he'd nearly submitted to her pathetic advances, arouse
d her to a fever pitch as well.

Right now, with his arms wrapped so tightly around her, his tongue licking at her lips in that tantalizing way, and his erection so large, hard, and difficult to ignore between them, the humiliation suddenly seemed very distant. The possibility for pleasure, however, was imm
ediate and impossible to deny.

Wanting to prove to him that she wasn't the novice he remembered, she kissed him feverishly, opening wide and sucking the tip of his tongue between her lips to encourage him to penetrate her mouth thoroughly and deeply. Sliding both hands up his wide shoulders, she trailed her fingertips over the nape of his neck and slid
them into his long, silky hair.

Mark groaned against her lips and felt his control beginning to slip already. He kept his hair long because he was lazy, not vain. Short hair demanded some kind of upkeep, and he had absolutely no inclination to deal with product and trims and all that
metro-
sexual
crap to keep it looki
ng neat.

He would admit, however, that he enjoyed the sensual way the damp strands tickled the back of his neck when he got out of the shower. And he had a real weakness for a woman who ran her hands through his hair while making love. He particularly loved a good tug, close to the scalp, when his partner was getting too excited to hold back any longer. But how did Serena know that? Both her hands were buried wrist deep in his hair and she was grasping it tightly in her fists like she knew exactly how to d
rive him wild.

Hoping to bring her to the same level of arousal, Mark slid his palms down her slender back, slowly, until he reached the flair of her gently rounded hips. Here he paused for a moment, teasing himself and her, before grasping her rounded buttocks with both hands and lifting her slightly against him so their bodies lined up and he was able to feel her heat against his groin. "God, do you know how long I've wanted to get my hands on your ass?" He growled against
her lips. "Seems like forever."

Serena pulled back long enough to look into his eyes. What she saw there was disturbing. There was humor, excitement and longing in those dark and expressive eyes, but there was something else. It looked like real emotion, which is exactly what she didn't want to see. She closed her eyes and leaned forward and gave his earlobe a little flick with her tongue. "How long?" She breathed directly into his ear, allowing hot puffs of air to
caress the sensitive membranes.

Mark felt a shudder ripple through his body. He didn't usually enjoy having his ear tongue-fucked. The squelching sound alone was off-putting, but this gentle caress was driving him wild. He crushed her buttocks in his large hands and drew her pelvis even tighter against him so he could grind his achi
ng erection against her mound.

Needing a distraction before he lost all control, he whispered against her temple. "Do you remembe
r the summer you were fifteen?"

Serena froze. Was it possible? He'd been thinking of her in a sexual way since she was fifteen? She'd been clueless. He'd always treated her like a complete annoyance. "You dirty old man. I was just an innocent child." She said
, pushing against his shoulder.

"Innocent? Right. You strutted into the back yard in a string-bikini and I wasn't supposed to notice. If Jack had any idea what I'd been thinking, I would have been dead or dickless, or possibly
both," he said with a chuckle.

"What were you thinking?" Serena asked softly, tugging his lobe between her lips, she gave it a little nibble before moving her attention to that sweet, sensitive spot directly below his ear. She kissed him there softly, opening her mouth and letting her tongue l
ap at his delicious salty skin.

Mark's breath caught and his eyes nearly rolled up in his head as Serena made love to his neck with her mouth and he thought about her in that skimpy bathing suit. God, he was so hard he felt half-crazed, like every drop of blood in his body had migrated to his dick leaving everywhere else feeling weak and shaky. His hands were actually shaking with his need to grab her and throw her on the ground, so he could mount her like the horny beast he was.

Unable to stop himself he slid one palm between her legs from behind. He penetrated her as deeply as her skirt and panties would allow and groaned when he found her flesh was hot and slippery against his fingers. "I was thinking how much I would love it if your cousins would disappear so I could drag you into the pool-house, bend you over one of the benches in there and fuck you senseless.
"

Serena should have been a little shocked, but instead she felt a wave of intense arousal crash over her at his graphic words. She remembered that day very clearly. She had been next door, watching her cousins roughhouse around the pool deck from her bedroom window. They'd been throwing each other in the deep end and basically trying to kill each other. And then there'd been Mark, lying on one of the deck chairs, shirtless and sculpted like a young god in his cut off jeans and aviator sunglasses. He was home from college, enjoying the rare afternoon off, and hanging out with the Kingstons while recovering from yet another night of drin
king and debauchery with Jack.

She'd studied him for at least a half hour without moving a muscle. Embarrassed, but curious, her gaze kept returning to the prominent bulge in the front of his damp shorts. Looking there made her feel strange. Hot and nervous and a bit tingly. For the first time in her life, she wondered what a man looked like down there. She suspected Mark would look unbelievably hot. Much better than those ridiculous-looking, posed men in the
Playgirl
magazine her friend, Dana, had smuggled into school. She had laughed herself sick at those so, so serious images. In her opinion, naked men just weren't dignified. An erect penis was laughable, not se
xy.

Mark, however, would not look silly naked. From his long, silky dark hair, to his powerful, tanned thighs, no one would ever compare to him. She knew at that moment that she would do anything to make him really see her. Having filled out a lot in the past year she'd been so eager to show off her new curves to him. She'd donned that red bikini hoping to get
his attention, just this once.

Strutting into the pool area, scantily-clad and shiny with an oil slick of baby lotion, she'd expected some kind of reaction from Mark, but he'd barely glanced at her. Jack, however, had barked at her and told her to go home and put some damn clothes on. It had been yet another humiliation in a long list. But now, years later, Serena knew the truth. Mark hadn't been indifferent to her at all. He'd been thinking about her. Thinking about taking her into the pool-house and ravi
shing her. It was a revelation.

He'd been 21 at the time. Much too old to date her, so she understood why he hadn't acted on his fantasy, but it still stung that he'd allowed Jack to treat her like a naughty five-year-old. She resolved to make him pay for that small injustice tonight as w
ell. She would start right now.

"Hmmm... Interesting. I was thinking pretty much the same thing," she said, opening her legs slightly, so Mark could delve his fingers more deeply between her thighs. She gave an excited little gasp as his thumb brushed her aching clit through her clothing. Unable to help herself, she ground herself against his hand and bit down on her lip, trying to stifle her groan as he stroked her in exactly the r
ight way to make her see stars.

"Really?" He asked huskily, sounding
surprised and beyond delighted.

She laughed. "Of course not. I was fifteen. I was thinking more along the lines of making your eyes pop out of your head. Doggy-style in the poo
l-house never occurred to me."

He sighed. "Oh, something was popping alright, but it wasn't my eyes. Not cool to be sporting major wood around a yard full of gu
ys, thanks very much for that."

"Sorry," she said with a giggle,
not sounding apologetic at all.

"That's okay. I escaped a few minutes later, and dealt with the p
opping situation, don't worry."

"Glad
you had the situation in hand."