Insatiable (7 page)

Tight, slick. So ready for him.

Her back arched. Her lashes fluttered. But she didn‟t moan.

He could make her come like this, with her head thrown back, her eyes slitted and her lips parted as if she didn‟t even possess enough strength to close them. But he needed to feel her body convulse as he drove inside her, his name a mindless scream ripping from her throat. Ached for that connection between their flesh that went way past words.

She bore down against his hand, riding his questing fingers. He drew one away to circle her swollen clit, his head filling with images of taking it between his lips like a ripe cherry. Her pussy pulsed in warning around his flesh. Maybe she couldn‟t acknowledge how he made her feel, but her body told the tale succinctly.

God, making her come would be the sweetest experience of his life.

“In me,” she panted.

It wasn‟t a request, but a command. One he was only too happy to fulfill.

But he shook his head as he withdrew his hand from her, his throat tight as he skimmed the glistening pads of his fingertips over her dark red nipples. He‟d branded her as his without her even knowing it, and the sight of her marked by his mouth shredded his control. His balls clenched tighter the longer he looked.

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Before this trip was through, he intended to possess her just as she‟d possessed him. He‟d take her in all the ways he‟d dreamed. And she‟d want it, want all of it.

Want
him.

“Condom. Wallet.”

Her eyes clouded briefly before she nodded and swung off him, bending quickly to retrieve his pants from the floor. To lighten the moment—and because the perfect round globes of her ass were simply too much—he brought the flat of his hand down on her butt, only to be rewarded by her sexy grin as she pulled a foil packet out of his wallet.

However he‟d envisioned their first time, the maybe foolishly romantic candlelight and soft music he‟d hoped for way back when, this was still Rachel.
His
Rachel. And if she wanted fast and hard, he‟d give her the ride of her life.

Climbing back on top, she offered him one more tempting smile as she tested the strength of his handcuff. She sheathed him in an instant and impaled herself on his rigid shaft before he could release so much as a groan.

“God, yes. Yes,” she whispered.

It wasn‟t a moan, he acknowledged, his lids lowering in utter rapture. But it was damned close.

Heat swept over him in a blinding wave as she started to move. She felt like glory, snug and wet, and he fisted his hand in her hair so he could ravage her mouth while he surged inside her.

Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, he worked on destroying her, following the lead of her gasps. Her body gathered, her movements becoming frenetic. But she matched him in every way, raising and lowering her hips in a blur that managed to diminish even the relentless burn in his wrist.

His eyes locked on hers. Shawn knew he‟d carry that mental snapshot of her lost in abandon—her hair a wild tumble over her shoulders and sweat beading on her skin—with him for the rest of his days.

Her nails raked down his arms as her orgasm hit her, but he welcomed the pain. His breath caught at the delirium that made her dark eyes enlarge for one stunned heartbeat. He didn‟t pause when her head lolled forward on her shoulders, but instead pushed her for more, pumping into her pussy harder, deeper.

When he came, he didn‟t hold back his shout. Her spasms prolonged the pleasure, dragging it on and on. Burying his face in her hair, he held on to her, milking her body for the last drop of his release.

He‟d waited so long for this. For her. And he never intended to let her go.

Rachel didn‟t know how she ended up sprawled on her belly, wearing her dress and no underwear, in the center of the bed. Didn‟t know much of anything really.

She knew they must have talked, because she‟d unlocked his cuffs and raided the minibar for water before they‟d fallen into a brief, exhausted sleep. But she didn‟t remember what they‟d said.

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What conversation was appropriate after coming, repeatedly, due to the efforts of your lifelong pal, she didn‟t know. But now that her eyes had opened warily to greet the dawn, she wanted to slip right back into unconsciousness.

God. How could she have done what she had with
Shawn
? They‟d have to go back to Calvin Bay and face everyone after they‟d become…
lovers.

That‟s what they were. Lovers.

Her parents would be overjoyed. So would his. As a matter of fact, roughly half the one thousand people in town would start planning their freaking wedding as soon as their vacation fling became public knowledge.

After all, they were perfect for each other. Hadn‟t she been told that by most everyone she knew since before she‟d been old enough to care?

As Rachel covered her face with her hand, she realized her lips still felt bruised. With the way they‟d gone at each other, it was hardly surprising.

Even so, he‟d kept hold of himself enough to remind her to use a condom when she‟d been all for abandoning rationality. Not that it would‟ve been unprotected sex—she‟d been on the pill since high school—but he‟d known she‟d go ballistic the next day if she hadn‟t taken every possible precaution. And he‟d known that because he‟d been by her side ten years ago, after she‟d gotten pregnant even though she‟d faithfully taken the pill.

Remembering the concerned expression on his face as he reminded her to get a condom was what made her shove up from the mattress. She had to get out of here, before she did something even more horrible.

Like wanting to have sex with him again.

She tried to ease out of bed, but the stinging pain in her ankle brought her up short. “You goddamned bastard,” she breathed, jerking her leg against the handcuff linking her to the footboard even as she flung a hateful glance over her shoulder.

With a sleepy yawn, Shawn rolled closer, the bed shifting and dipping under his weight. “Morning, darling,” he said, leaning up to kiss her shoulder.

Just that single brush of his lips brought back a flood of images and a rush of wetness between her thighs. Her pussy flexed with remembered want.

It would be easy, so easy, to give in to what she craved. She could just roll over and reach for the delicious morning hard-on that pressed into her back and use it to sate her own needs.

Easy and
wrong.

Rachel pressed her face into the crook of her arm. “So much for leaving me my choices.”

“I would have, if I hadn‟t known your first choice would be to flee.” He cleared his throat, clearly amused. “Pity you‟re so predictable.”

“That‟s what happens when you screw your best friend. A lot of the mystery disappears.”

“You think that‟s what we did? Screw?”

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Though his tone was mild, uncomfortably so, she knew he was pissed. Good. At least she hadn‟t handcuffed
him
to the frigging bed. “That‟s exactly what we did. We let off some steam.”

“
Stay with me, Rach
.”

His voice in her mind and the accompanying warmth that prickled the back of her neck had her squeezing her eyes shut. They hadn‟t made love. She didn‟t do that. She had sex, the sweatier and less thought-inducing the better.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

As if. How was she supposed to face him?

Rather than ask her again, Shawn looped a handful of her hair around his wrist and jerked her head just enough for her to see him looming over her back.

“Want it like this?” A wicked thrill shot up her spine, and her nipples tightened to painful nubs. “Fine by me.”

His hands caught her hips, and he pushed her onto her stomach. The trembling inside her became a full-fledged quiver with the first rough caress of his broad palms up the backs of her thighs.

Rachel squeezed her eyes shut. She could‟ve fought him off. But she didn‟t.

Because she wanted—
needed
—him too much.

He drew her up to her knees, tearing her dress as he shoved it up over her ass.

For one shocked second, she froze, wondering if he really intended to enter her from behind. The tip of his finger toyed with her rosette, building her suspicions.

Would she deny him that? She didn‟t think so. Because, down deep, she trusted him enough to try anything. He‟d make it good for her, just as incredible he‟d made last night. She‟d never have to worry he wouldn‟t keep her pleasure at the forefront.

She‟d chosen her best friend well. Attentive listener, amazing lover. He‟d offer her anything she dared to take.

If only she could quiet the misgivings screaming in her head.

She waited to hear the ripping noise of a condom being opened, but there was nothing but the hum of his breathing, as if he were studying her from that angle.

Her legs splayed wide, her ass thrust up in the air…

Instead, his hands slid down to where she was already slippery with arousal.

Her body tensed, and she had to open her mouth to breathe, because just the slight wiggle and retreat of his wide thumbs at the very outer reaches of her pussy made her want to beg.

She didn‟t care what he did, or how he did it. Just that he did it
now.

“You‟re ashamed you want me,” he stated, his fingers still darting over her lips, in, out. In.

Good grief, he wasn‟t going to start badgering her when she was too weak to even spell her own name, was he? “Shawn,” she warned, on the verge of shuddering.

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“My name, at last.” Now he gave her his thumb, dipping the crown into her slick opening, wedging it all the way in while her body adjusted to the welcome invasion. She tightened around him, her body reflexively sucking him deeper as his breath blew hot over her half-bared back. “Again,” he ordered, the seductive demand in his voice almost more than she could stand.

Again
what
? What the hell was he talking about?

His thumb began to move, and Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, her nails clawing at the pillows. When one of his fingers stretched up to flick her clit, she stared at the bedding clutched in her grip.

Thousand-dollar pillows, and she was going to shred them with her acrylic nails while Shawn—

“God,” she gasped when he removed his hand, only to feel the first shockingly warm, wet touch of his mouth.

He drove his tongue into her, prodding every nerve in her body to heightened alert. Her nipples pebbled, chafing against her ruined dress as she threw her head back to inhale giant gulps of air that did nothing to alleviate the strain on her oxygen-starved cells. She pressed against his mouth wantonly, reveling in the low growls he was making deep in his throat.

Questions trembled in her mind. The kind she‟d never voiced before with a lover. Did he like her taste? Could he feel her inner walls tightening around his tongue? Would he swallow every drop when she came against his mouth?

Then the foghorn went off.

Shawn jerked back. “What the hell?”

Reality returned at once. And oh God, it
hurt.

In that instant of renewed sanity, Rachel kicked out with her unchained leg, knocking him onto his side on the mattress. “Don‟t you ever,
ever
think you can control me again, you smug bastard,” she hissed, diverting her balled fist an inch from his well-used mouth to slam it against her alarm clock‟s Snooze button.

Grabbing her arm, he rolled her atop him, obviously not intending to give up without a fight. She was so flummoxed by the whole ridiculous situation she nearly laughed, at least until her gyrations brought her thigh against his sizeable erection.

Her pussy squeezed in protest. But she‟d be damned if she‟d give in again, not when her mind was perfectly lucid. Well, mostly. “Let me go, Shawn. Now.”

“Never.” He inclined his head until his lips were a whisper below hers. “You know you liked it.”

“So what?” The unholy gleam in his dark green eyes unleashed a flood of need inside her. “I like lots of things that are bad for me.”

He nibbled the inside of her arm, his eyes searching hers. “That‟s not what bothers you. You‟re afraid we‟re too good together.”

“What?” Her feeble eye roll led to an even more feeble laugh.

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“Your style is hit-and-run sex.” He scraped her wrist with his teeth, serrating her skin until the pleasure neared pain. “This is all or nothing, and that scares you to death.”

She ripped her arm free and narrowed her eyes as if she could dismiss the truth in what he‟d said if she only focused hard enough. “Uncuff me.”

“Gonna run?”

“You got what you wanted. What do you care?”

Now he laughed, the sound as rich and velvety as a shot of whiskey straight to the gut. “Not even close, sweetheart.”

Her thighs shook at the heat in his gaze, but she drove her nails into her palms to keep from acting on the relentless need geysering up inside her. “You have ten seconds to uncuff me. If you don‟t, I‟m going to scream.”

Shawn cocked a brow. “That‟d be some story for our families, don‟t you think?

Imagine how happy they‟d be if you were found wearing a ripped dress and chained to a bed in a hotel room with me—”

“Everyone‟ll know soon enough anyway. You‟re so blasé about us
screwing
,”

she said, drawing out the word deliberately, delighted to see his eyes fire in response. “What do you care?”

“You‟re the one who wanted it rough, not me.” Shawn sat up, moving in close enough for his breath to ruffle her hair as she turned her face away. “I didn‟t mind obliging you because, hell, at this point, I‟ll take you any way I can get you.”