Kali Willows BUNDLE (Shadowed Desires Series) (11 page)

“Wow, that feels amazing.” He pivoted his pelvis and she took him so deep, his sensitive head rubbed against the back of her throat. Her hands slid to the flesh of his ass and pulled him in and out with compelling enthusiasm. Accepting him deeper and deeper into the length of her throat, she dug her nails into his stinging flesh.

“I don’t want to come too fast.”

Easing him out of her mouth, she veered up with a smirk. “Oh, you won’t, I have plans for you, dear sir. Get up,” she demanded. Samson stood at the edge of the bed, awaiting her next command.

She rolled over on her belly and glanced back over her shoulder at him, sending a silent message.

“Yes ma’am.” He pushed a pillow under her tummy, raising her off the bed and massaged her hot, slippery wetness with his fingers.

“You like that, huh?”

“I love it.” She arched against his hand as he buried his finger inside her. He ran his tongue along her pink, swollen folds. Her hot wetness spurred him on, and he wanted more. He lapped up her juices as he massaged her clit in tight circles, triggering little jerks of her thighs when he toyed with her mound.

“You taste so sweet.” His choppy words came through emerging gasps, and he descended on her heated, fleshy folds again. Reaching under her, he grasped her breast then pinched and twisted her nipple between his fingers as he continued to plunge his tongue deep inside her.

“Take me now. I want you inside of me,” she pleaded with shuddering breaths.

He pulled her to him and rubbed his aching shaft along her thigh.

“You do, huh?”

“Fuck me, Samson. Fuck me, now.”

Samson reached over to the nightstand for the condom he put there when Tess was changing. He tore the flimsy package with his teeth and sheathed himself in a rush.

Rubbing his thick hardness along her dripping wet pussy, he eased the folds apart with his cock.

“This is what you want?” His fiery seductress wriggled against his shaft, incoherent cries falling from her lips. Easing into her, he buried his cock deep inside her.

A cry of pleasure erupted from her throat. “Ah yeah, you’re so hard. Give it to me, hard.”

This time, he entered her in one complete, slamming thrust.

“That’s it, oh God, yes.”

Relentless now, he impaled her, gripping her waist tight, plunging and pumping with a primal rhythm. She accepted him, squirming against him with every thrust and arching upward to take all of him.

He had surpassed his ability to maintain any self-control now. An aggressive wave rushed over him prompting him to fuck her hard, fast, and deep, obeying her every command. His primitive instinct had consumed him, shutting out any sense of right or savory behavior. Being so deep inside her hot, wet pussy sent rolling waves of spasms through his cock and into his balls.

“Tessa, I want to see your face.” He pulled out and she sat up on her knees, looking back over her shoulder at him.

“Turn over and lie down for me, I want to see you, I want to kiss you.”

She rolled to her back, and he swathed her body with his, plunging deep inside again. Tessa ran her tongue along the outline of his lips, evoking a growl of excitement. He pounded deeper and harder. Their tongues danced and curled around each other, with voracious suckling and kissing as their bodies rocked back and forth in perfect sync.

She ran her sharp nails the length of his tensed back as he surged inside her. She gripped his ass, pinching and digging her nails into his taut flesh, arching her back and pulling at his ass. With a whimper, she lifted her trembling pelvis up from the mattress, opening herself, and he penetrated even deeper. “Samson, oh yes, fuck me hard.”

“Ah, Tessa, I’m gonna come.” His frantic fingers rubbed and flicked her swollen nub as he plunged deeper and faster.

“Ah, come with me.” His hand the only barrier between their hips, he stroked her clit to the brink of explosion.

“Yes, yes, I’m so close. Don’t stop, harder, harder, ah yeah. Oh, that feels so good, keep rubbing my clit.” She raised her body up to meet each slamming thrust. He could feel her muscles starting to tighten around his pulsating shaft. She arched against him, and they collided in perfect rhythm.

Tessa screamed as and her entire body stiffened. The pressure around his cock brought a growing spasm shooting through his body.

“Ah, that’s it baby, I feel you coming, ah, you’re so tight, ah, yes—”

Her body shuttered and clenched pushing him to the brink of explosion.

“Ah Tessa, I’m coming, I’m coming.” The shooting spasm consumed his entire body, and the sting of her nails digging into his back magnified the intensity.

Chapter Ten

His urgent gasps sped up, and his body stiffened in release as he let out a cry of deliverance and convulsed against her. Samson jerked violently, shuddering and groaning through his completion. In slowing, subtle, circular motions of his hips, he pressed deep embedding himself inside her. She whimpered in blissful agony, pushing up to meet his final plunges.

One last time, while impaling her with a deep constant push, he reclaimed her mouth. “That was incredible.” He collapsed on top of her. Their shaking arms embraced each other tight as the blissful spasms rolled over her body.

A loud knock at the door startled Tessa.

“Well, I guess it’s too late for the universe to interfere now.” She laughed.

“No, in fact, it’s perfect timing.”

“What do you mean?” She sat up, pulling the sheet up to her chest. Getting up in a rush, he put on a robe and walked toward the door. He stopped and turned around, looking at her with a knowing grin.

“Did you complete your research tonight?”

“What?”

Samson opened the door to a young, bellhop in full uniform.

“You called for assistance, sir?”

“Yes, one minute please.” He went over to the armchair in the corner of the room, collected a bundle of towels, and handed them to the bellhop along with a tip.

“Please have this burned—immediately.”

“Burned? What?” Tessa gasped. Clutching the sheet, she pulled it around her body and jumped out of bed to investigate the mysterious package. She tore open the crude wrapping to find her book, the Malleus Maleficarum.

“What are you doing?”

“You heard Sarah, didn’t you?” He glowered at her then offered a grin.

“When did you—?”

“When you were—ah—freshening up, you wouldn’t want to disobey Sarah would you?” Samson trailed a finger down the length of her bare arm. Tessa paused for a moment, watching his face before replying.

“Make sure you douse it with lighter fluid and that nothing is left but ashes.” She nodded to the confused lad.

“That’s my girl.” He gave a wink and closed the door despite the gaping jaw of the young man holding the unholy bundle.

“Now, where were we?” Strolling over he stared her down with hungry eyes.

“As luck would have it, we were just getting warmed up.” She dropped the sheet to the floor.

“Oh?” He opened his robe and draped it over the chair, ready for another chance to please his fiery redhead.

“I did promise myself no holds barred tonight. I said I would do everything with you sexually.”

“You did, huh?” He wrapped his arms around her waist, and then gave a slow, lingering, kiss, feeding from the sweetness of her lips.

“Let’s see, you seem to have gotten over the whole man of the church thing tonight, we got over the deal with the book, what’s your view on sodomy, handcuffs, and whips?”

Samson’s eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open.

“What?”

“I’m just kidding.”

“You are?”

“Yes.” She grabbed his hand and led him to the shower. “Yeah, I forgot to bring the whip. Maybe next time—for now, I can make do”

Designing Passion

Reading the questionnaire for the twentieth time, Tawny scanned her answers to the unbearably personal questions. With as much honesty as she could provide, filling out this page opened a can of worms she still might not be ready for.

Six years since she’d even accepted a date, let alone considered having a physical rendezvous with anyone, made the prospect of a match up with a complete stranger nerve wracking to say the least. Her pervasive physical desires—with a nudge from her friend, Laura—had forced their way through her cold exterior and frigid heart. Maybe a one-night stand would be enough to break the ice and give her a chance to move forward for the first time in years. After all, it was only sex. No commitment, no emotion, and no broken heart. One final attempt to experience the earth-shattering intensity she’d enjoyed with her first sexual encounter. Sex had become one disappointment after another; she’d almost given up altogether.

Tawny glared at her friend’s email that had started it all.

Subject: Madame Evangeline
.

Reading it again might remind her of why she agreed to seek 1NightStand’s services.

Tawny, I know you’ve been hurt, but life is passing you by, and you’re missing the best parts. I’m not suggesting you find love, but rather a chance to feel some joy for a change. Please consider contacting Madame Eve. Her reputation is solid, her service is legitimate, and she ensures the safety of all her clients. I promise it’s confidential; no one will ever have to know. Do this for you. Maybe, one day, you can at least smile again. I love you. Laura
.

With a resigned sigh, she closed the questionnaire and hit send, wincing as the outbox emptied in a flash. Done. She’d stalled for a week, obsessing over the questions that dredged up her painful past. Consumed in her black cloud moment, she jerked when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Tawny.”

“Hey, Laura.”

“Well?”

“Well what?” Tawny made no effort to curtail her irritation.

“Did you?”

She stared at the computer screen.

“Tawny?”

“
Yes
.” Drawing a deep breath, she prayed for patience. Laura meant well.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so pushy.”

She got up from her chair and walked to her fridge, thirsty. “I know, Laura. I’m—a little on edge.”

“Was it hard to do?”

“I would rather have chewed glass and crawled over hot coals.” She grabbed the orange juice, closed the door, and took a glass from the cupboard while cradling her lifeline between her ear and shoulder.

“Wow, so, better than you thought?” A soft chuckle slipped through the phone.

“Laura—” She stopped pouring.

“It’s okay, Tawny, you did the right thing. Time to start living again, honey.”

“So what now?”

“From what I understand, Madame Eve will review your profile and find an ideal match for you. You won’t be disappointed.”

“Huh! Can’t disappoint someone who expects nothing.” Carrying her drink, she plopped onto the kitchen stool and slumped over the island.

“Pessimist.”

“Hey, I aim to please. There’s no point in changing my attitude now, is there?”

“Anyway, once she finds a match, she’ll contact you again and make the arrangements.”

“I feel so pathetic, it’s like—I’m desperate—paying someone to get me—”

“Listen, she’s a classy lady with a high end matching service for the romantically impaired. You’ll be fine.”

“If you believe in her so much, why haven’t you utilized her services? As I recall, you’re not so
romantically
fit yourself these days.”

“It just so happens, smartass, I sent my own questionnaire in an hour ago, thank you very much.”

“Seriously?” Tawny couldn’t believe her ears.

“Well, I figured if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.” Her laughter gave her away; she shared Tawny’s overwhelming nervousness. “Oh, I took the liberty of asking for a few special extras on your behalf. Okay, I have to leave for work now.”

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. What do you mean a few extras? What the hell does that mean?” Fear raced through her heart as flashes of panicked imagination came flooding in, and she jerked her hand and had to grab for her wobbling juice glass.

“Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t suggest you wanted a threesome or bondage or anything. Relax.”

“Relax? Are you kidding me?”

“I only suggested a little pampering and adventure might spice things up for you and take the edge off.”

“Sweet Jesus, Laura, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Will you let me know when you hear back from Madame Eve?”

“Of course I will. Talk to you later, troublemaker!”

“I love you too, Tawny.”

Hanging up the phone, the uncommon feeling of the corners of her mouth pulling back into a grin stunned her. Tawny picked up her glass of juice and sat on the stool at the island, the heaviness of her heart lifting a little as she took a savoring sip of the tangy sweetness. There hadn’t been a whole lot to smile about for a long time. She had become accustomed to being the eternal pessimist and overall wet blanket.

She could handle the concept of sex, but the possibility of caring for someone else brought a rush of grief crashing to the surface again. Her smile shrank back into quivering lips as waves of anguish washed over her chest. Would she ever be able to let go of him? Maybe Laura’s idea had merit. A one-night stand didn’t offer the same threat of loss and devastation. Going into an anonymous experience, solely for gratification had the potential to distract her from her torturous grief and emptiness. With a deep, cleansing breath, she turned off the monitor.

***

Six different designs ran on his AutoCAD, multitasking second nature to him, when the sharp ringing of the phone pierced his concentration. A heavy groan escaped him as he reached for the cordless unit.

“Wyatt MacKenzie speaking.”

“Hi, Wyatt, it’s Jackson Castillo.”

“Ah, my favorite client. How can I help you today?” Releasing a laugh, Wyatt pulled out his planner, saved his online work, and opened a new file.

“Wyatt, I got your email. The prelims you completed for the new site are exactly what we hoped for. We’re looking to move to the next phase of development.”