Hurricane (Last Call #2) (3 page)

Her arms may as well have been tied,
fettered with invisible bonds.  “If you keep talking about
Robbie the Jackass, it’s going to take you a while to bring all
these crazy orgasms you keep bragging about.”  His fingers
brushed her rib cage and she shuddered.

“
Oh, I don’t know…” 
His hands finally covered her breasts again, skin on skin, and he
caught her gaze in the mirror and held it.  “Tell me. 
Your dirtiest, darkest fantasy.  The one you barely admit to
yourself.”

She didn’t have any left.  For five
long, lonely years, she’d only wanted to be touched.  He’d
already done that, deeper than anyone she could remember. “Hot guy,
focused on nothing but making me come over and over?  I’d say
this is pretty much it.”

Ben told himself he couldn’t lose it. 
Even now, safe within the strongest magical shields he could call
up, her curse pressed against him and threatened to bring the room
crashing in around them.  How she’d lived for five long years
under the crushing weight of such dark magic was inconceivable.

And, when I’ve helped her,
I’ll be paying Robert Carmichael a visit.
  The petty cruelty of barring an ex-lover from the
comforts of human touch was bad enough, but Robert had tangled
Fiona’s own magical power up in the curse, feeding it on her pain
and loneliness until she was hurting herself every time she yearned
for human contact.

Protective anger filled him, and he used
that to ground himself as he drew his fingers in a slow circle
around one nipple.  It hardened even further under his touch,
her entire body hungry and so responsive it made him ache. He
resisted the temptation to rub his cock against her ass and pinched
her nipple instead.  “Do you have a preference for this first
time?  It’s been so long, it seems only fair you get to
choose.”

Her hair, dark in the dim
light, flew around her face as she shook her head. “Any way. 
I don’t care, just -- please. 
Please
.”

He gritted his teeth and dropped his hands
to her low-riding jeans.  “Fast, then.  Fast and
hard.”

“
Yes,” she hissed, her hips
bucking in his hands.  He held her still so he could unbutton
her jeans and drag down the zipper, revealing the soft black lace
he’d felt earlier in the elevator. She tensed. “Are you sure I
won’t hurt you?”

The honest answer would
be
no
, but it was
the last thing she needed to hear.  He dragged his hands down
the outsides of her thighs as he sank to his knees and set to work
on the long zipper on the side of her left boot. “I’m stronger than
Robert Carmichael on his best day.  And I’m rich enough that
I’ll get over losing the furnishings in here, if worse comes to
worst.”

She laughed, a husky,
almost shaky sound, and fidgeted under his hands.  “I’d never
forgive myself if I incinerated your priceless art.  Or, you
know,
you
.”

Ben chuckled as he tugged
the boot off her left foot.  “I promise I won’t let you hurt
me.  The art… Well, I’ll
try
not to let you hurt the art.” He brushed his lips
over the small of her back as he moved his hands to her other boot,
enjoying the taste of her skin.

She hissed again and trembled, and not from
pleasure.  “I’m nervous.  How stupid is that?”

“
Shh.”  Of course she
was nervous, if pleasure had brought her nothing but tragedy for
the past five years.  Ben slid her other boot free and coaxed
her pants down, then whispered two words against the skin of her
hip.  The spell holding her upright dissipated, and he caught
her in his arms as he rose to his feet.  “It’s okay to be
nervous.”

Fiona turned and wrapped her arms around his
neck again.  He felt the press of her breasts through the worn
fabric of his T-shirt.  “I was sort of good at this, if memory
serves.”  Her hips rubbed against his in a slow, sinuous
motion, and the lights flared and went out. “Dammit.”

“
Plenty of time to be good
at this again.  Later.”  He flicked his fingers and
whispered the spell to call fire.  A moment later candles
flared around them, filling the room with flickering shadows as he
hooked an arm under her legs and lifted her easily.

He set her down in the center of his bed and
stepped back to admire the contrast of her pale skin against the
dark Egyptian cotton sheets, their burgundy color rendered almost
black in the dim light cast by the candles.  “You’re a
beautiful woman.  It’s a shame you’ve gone so long without
pleasure.”

“
Thank you.”  Her
blush was evident even in the candlelight.  “I tried a
lot.  In the beginning.  But I’ve never been really good
with it.  The magic, I mean.”

Ben frowned as he toed off his shoes. 
“You mean you tried to use your magic to break the curse?”

“
I thought I could do
it.”  She stretched a little and flashed him a rueful
smile.  “Yes, I already know I made it worse.”

His shirt followed his
shoes, and he paused for a moment and enjoyed the way her gaze slid
over his chest.  She was hungry for him.  Not just for
pleasure, though she was
desperate
for that, but she wanted
him
.  It was going to make her
inevitable ecstasy that much sweeter.

Caution made him leave his
jeans on as he slid onto the bed and propped himself up on one arm
next to her.  The temptation to sink into her body and drive
them both into oblivion was strong, but he was fairly certain his
bar would follow shortly behind them.  So instead he dropped
his hand to her stomach and traced his fingers lightly up the
center of her chest as he smiled at her.  “The curse is tied
to your magic.  He’s using your power to fuel his
ill-intent.  Even if you
were
good at using your power, you’re crippled
now.  Every time you try, you wrap yourself tighter in this
curse.”

“
Mmm.”  Fiona seemed
too distracted by the movement of his lips to pay attention to his
words, and she leaned up to brush a soft kiss over the corner of
his mouth.  “Tied to my magic.  Got it.”  She
skimmed one hand over his chest and kissed him again.

He laughed against her mouth and caught one
nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  A whisper of magic
warmed his hand, and a little bit more cooled the sheets beneath
her until she was trapped between conflicting sensations.

She dropped her head back to the pillow, her
hair fanning out over the cotton, and writhed under his
touch.  “God, that feels good.”

“
Good.”  Watching her
move on the sheets did nothing to alleviate
his
arousal.  He fought a brief
struggle against the urge to rub his rock-hard cock against her hip
and settled for dropping his lips to her other breast.  The
nipple tightened under his tongue, and he steeled himself against
her excited little noise as he drew the bud lightly between his
teeth.

On the other side of the room, a vase
exploded.

“
Fuck.”  She tensed
again, even as another breathy moan escaped her.  “It’s only
going to get worse, Ben.”

He lifted his head and squeezed his eyes
shut for a moment as he channeled some of the sexual energy strung
out between them into strengthening the shields.  “I don’t
care,” he whispered hoarsely as the magic snapped into place. 
One hand fisted in the delicate black lace of her panties, and he
all but tore them from her body.  “You can’t live like
this.  You’ll die inside.”

She arched her hips and bit her lip to
stifle a groan.  “Touch me.”  He could almost see the
guilt that tinged her words even as her legs parted.  “Please
--”

“
Yes.”  He slipped his
fingers between her legs and found her wetter than he could have
imagined.  A groan escaped him as he stroked her clit and
watched her body jerk.  “Tell me, Fiona.  Tell me what
you need.”

“
In-Inside me.”  She
shook and gripped his shoulder with one hand while the other
drifted down to cover his.  Ben heard something else
shatter.  ”I need your fingers inside
me.”

The candles next to the bed
flared dangerously, and Ben swore as he poured even more power into
keeping the magic in the room from tearing them both apart. 
He stroked his fingers down and slid one inside her, groaning again
at the thought of that wet heat gripping his cock.  She was so
damn
tight
,
neglected for so long that even one finger stretched
her.

He worked it in and out for
a few moments as she writhed and panted and nearly made him come in
his jeans at the noises she made.  And when she was whimpering
with need and finally,
finally
, pushing toward release, he
lowered his head and dragged his tongue over her clit as he thrust
a second finger inside her.

He was going to make her come if it was the
last thing he did… and right now he was starting to think it just
might be.

Fiona clutched the smooth sheets and fought
back tears. Every single thing Ben did, every breath he drew, drove
her higher and harder toward what had to be a blinding orgasm… if
only she could let it come.

Relax,
she chided herself, trembling with need. 
You have to relax.
  He was trying so damn
hard
, too, angling his fingers
inside her as he curled his tongue around her clit.  He was
past teasing, shaking as badly as she was, probably as much from
the effort of keeping them in one piece as from pleasuring
her.

“
God damn it,” she ground
out, squeezing her eyes shut.  “I’m sorry, I can’t
--”

“
You
can
.”  He crooked his fingers
and brought his thumb up to ply her clit as he whispered dirty
words against her thigh.  “You’re going to come so hard you’ll
be begging me for air.  And then I’m going to do it again,
Fiona.  I’ll fuck you with my fingers until your tight little
pussy can’t take it anymore.  And when you’re begging for the
pleasure to stop…”  She felt phantom fingers brush lower,
until a warm thread of power teased around her ass.  “Would
you like it if I took you like that?”

His words raced through her like an electric
shock, and Fiona shuddered.  She raised her head to answer
him, but the sheer intensity of the desire etched on his face
stole her breath.  He watched her, his jaw tight, eyes blazing
through the dark fall of his hair, and something inside her
seized.  Clenched.

Her head fell back, and she
lay there for an endless moment, frozen.  Then she drove her
hands into his hair and arched her back.  “
Yes
--” The pressure snapped --
inside her and out -- and she closed her eyes as pleasure swelled
inside her in an unbelievable, overwhelming wave.

Oh God,
finally…
  The world drew close,
centered on the spots where Ben stroked her, and she screamed
as the wave crashed over her and exploded, sending sharp spikes of
pleasure through her body.

She faintly heard Ben’s voice, no longer
whispering illicit things but chanting in deep, rolling
Latin.  His fingers never stopped moving as he met magic with
magic, power with power.  She felt the tiniest crack in the
dark curse wrapped around her, and he filled it with his presence
as he twisted his fingers inside her and coaxed another spike of
ecstasy out of her already shaking body.

The magic swirling through the room tingled
across her skin, and her cries subsided to murmured pleas. 
Another orgasm swept through her, leaving her writhing in choked
silence.  If someone had told her his words would be true,
that she’d have to beg him to stop, she’d have laughed.  She’d
gone so long without release, and yet his hands on her, in
her, coaxed such a sharp response that the pleasure bordered on
pain.  “Wait,” she rasped.  “I need -- fuck.”