Kiss of Fire (St. James Family) (16 page)

“
Lift,” he said, and she lifted her ass so he could pull them down, inch by inch, finally baring her beautiful pussy to him. She bent her leg, hiding herself from him, and he pressed a kiss to her knee. She let out a little puff of air, and he opened her up wide, baring her nakedness to his gaze. “Don't hide from me,” he said, running his hand up her smooth inner thigh. “Ever.”

“
What do you know that I don't?” she breathed. He hooked his hands behind her knees and pulled her ass to the end of the table. She gasped, slapping her hands against his chest to catch her balance. His dick was aching for attention between them, but he ignored it. She moaned when he buried his face in her neck, kissing her and tickling her with his stubble. He knew she liked it, so he ran his tongue across her collarbone.

“
I'm going to eat you up,” he mumbled against her. “All night long.” She jerked against him, a small moan escaping her lips. He took the opportunity to slid two fingers deep inside of her, surprising her even further.

“
O'Donovan!” she yelped as she bucked against him. He felt a smile curl over his lips. She was wet already. He licked his lips, impatience swirling through him.

“
Lay back,” he repeated. “Open your legs.” Pressing the tip of her tongue to the side of her mouth, she slowly laid flat on the table top, her eyes on him.

“
You don't have to,” she said, but she let her legs flop open, on command.

“
Shut up, lovely.” He was practically salivating. “I've been dreaming of this for two years.” He lowered himself to his knees, her pussy at eye-level. He allowed himself a slow first taste, running his tongue up her slit, and she arched her back, her hands clenching into fists. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard.

Fuck.

She tasted exactly like he'd thought she would taste. Better, if that was possible. She was sweet and tangy, like wild honey. He couldn't help it, he pressing his face into her, flicking his tongue against her, and then thrusting it deep inside of her. He slid her thighs over his shoulders and clamped his hands on her hips, holding her against him. She rolled her hips and moaned, her fingers closing over his. Arousal flared up in him, and he sucked her clit in between his lips. He let himself get lost in pleasuring her, going at her without coming up for air.

“
Oh my God,” he heard her whisper, her thighs clenching tightly. A laugh forced its way out, and he pulled his mouth away. After all this time, he couldn't believe he was finally in between her legs. Life worked itself out how it was supposed to, indeed. How had he lived before he'd had her on his lips and on his tongue? “What's wrong?” she asked, her eyes on him.

“
Nothing.” He gave her another slow lick, and she shivered against him. “Absolutely nothing.” Then he began to tongue-fuck her like his life depended on it and she almost jumped up off the table. He held her down, not letting her get away. He curved one hand around to circle her clit with his thumb, while he thrust his tongue in and out of her, lapping up all of her wet goodness. She arched her back, her ab muscles tightening as she tried to keep it together. But he didn't want her to keep it together. He wanted her thrashing, writhing, and out-of-control.

“
Tell me what you want,” he said, licking his lips and catching her eyes.

“
You're doing pretty damn good,” she said, her face pinched like she was in pain. But he knew better.

“
You like it when I finger-fuck you?” He slid two fingers inside her, slowly pumping them in and out. She moaned in response, squeezing her eyes shut. Smiling, he rubbed his rough cheek against the soft skin of her inner thigh. He watched how she responded to everything he did, learning as he went. He traced a slow circle around her clit with his tongue, sliding another finger deep inside of her. He knew she was close. He sucked and licked in succession, sliding his fingers in and out at the same time. He felt her tighten around his fingers and he knew she was close. He flicked his tongue against her sensitive flesh over and over until arched her back and clenching around his fingers. When he sucked her again, she screamed and he felt her ripple and gush against his fingers. He dropped his hand and she moaned, wanting his fingers back. But he ignored her. He had another idea.

He clamped his hands on her thighs and pulled her pussy against his face. She ground herself against him as she rode out the last of her orgasm and he didn't pull away, letting her smother him. He was rock hard as he licked up each and every drop of her come. He was ready to slide deep inside of her and find his own release. But he could wait. He could wait until he'd wrung out every last bit of her pleasure.

When his lungs were burning and his cock was throbbing painfully, he finally released her. Her body was loose, spent. Her bikini bottoms hung off of her left foot, and she was completely open to him. There was perspiration on her chest and her forehead and her eyes were glazed. She just looked so well-loved. He couldn't help but smile. She didn't move as he stood, just lay there, her eyes on him.

“
What the hell was that?” she said, as if in a daze.

“
Eating pussy is kind of my thing,” he said, leaning over her, pressing his hands to the table on either side of her head. He tried not to be cocky, he really did. But the look on her face filled him with such satisfaction it was hard not to.

“
Oh, really?” she said, humor sparking in her glazed eyes.

“
Did you like it?”

“
Can you do it again?” she said.

“
Fuck yeah.” He chuckled, dropping his head for a kiss. He wanted her to taste herself on him; it was the cherry on the sundae to eating pussy. He didn't know why it turned him on so much, but it did. And she didn't hesitate. She thrust her tongue between his lips, pulling him close. He ground himself against her, her body so wet and ready for him that the head of his cock slid inside of her. Just an inch. Her warm heat caressed him, and instant pleasure shot through his body. They both stilled. Toni pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him. He held his muscles tight. It would be so easy. So easy to slide deep inside of her, not caring about any possible consequences. Fuck, he wanted to.

But he wasn't that much of an asshole. Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, he forced himself to push back off of the table. He found a condom quickly, knowing he wouldn't be in control of what happened if he didn't get it on as fast as possible. She held out her arms for him and he slid into her embrace easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he rocked against her, his dick thrusting deep inside of her wetness. Her nails clawed at his back and she cried out. He pumped against her like a man possessed, only slowing down to prevent himself from ruining it by coming too soon. She was so tight, and his cock had barely recovered from the last time.

“Tell me what you want, lovely,” he murmured, holding himself still on top of her.

“
I want you,” she said and the words slivered through him and took root. He wanted her, too, for more than one night, he realized.  He slid himself out of her, and then thrust hard again, and she moaned. The sound was like music to his ears. He kissed her, keeping his eyes on hers. She didn't look away, either. Something passed between them and he wasn't sure what it was. But he liked it. More than he should, but he couldn't help it. She began moving her hips impatiently, and he followed her lead. He gritted his teeth, her body working him in wonderful ways. He dipped his head, sucking her tit into his mouth. He sucked on her and ground against her until his body shattered and fell apart. His balls tightened and exploded, and he spurt hot and hard deep inside of her. He felt a possessiveness rear up, and he managed one last thrust, claiming her for himself.

When his muscles relaxed, he dropped on top of her, crushing her against the table. She didn't make a move to push him off, just ran her hand through his hair until both of their breathing returned to normal and their heartbeats slowed.

“Hey Toni?” he mumbled in her ear when he could form words.

“
What?” she said, breathlessly.

“
I think I could get used to this.” Something warmed inside him as she laughed, the sound raw and sexy.

“
I think I could get used to this, too,” she answered, finally. “Most definitely.”

***

Toni rolled over onto her back in the bed, stretching her arms over her head. She felt
good
. Really good. She opened her eyes and realized she was in a dark room. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was. O'Donovan's beach cabin. She laid in the center of an old metal-framed bed, a quilt over her. The door was open a crack, and a slice of light flooded in. She could smell the smoky scent of a charcoal grill, and she could hear music playing, too low to make out what it was. She sat up and realized she was completely naked. She smiled wide, remembering all of the ways he'd worked her over. She'd been so right about them. The sex was better than she'd ever imagined it could be. Her imagination was apparently painfully limited when it came to sex with O'Donovan. She'd never thought he would be so... so...

A shiver ran through Toni's body and her nipples hardened as she thought about his tongue and all the dirty things he'd done to her. She was getting horny again, if that was possible. It wasn't the first time a guy had gone down on her, but damn if he wasn't the absolute best. O'Donovan won hands down for enthusiasm alone. His tongue should be a national treasure, she thought with a giggle. Sliding off the bed and wincing as the sheets brushed against her sensitive places, she stood. Glancing around, she didn't see anything she could slip on, so she opened the door and walked out into the living room naked.

The sight of the table where they'd had such a good time sent another rush of arousal through her. Smiling to herself, she spied his shirt on the recliner. Bending, she picked it up and slid the soft, worn cotton over herself. It felt good, she realized. Maybe she would forget to give it back, she thought with a smile.

On the porch, O'Donovan stood in front of a small grill, shirtless and barefoot, with his jeans on. He took a swig of his beer, Mick Jagger singing about wild horses on the little radio in the corner. He looked the epitome of blue-collar, white-boy hotness. For a moment, she just watched him, memorizing every curve in his back, every scar on his skin, every freckle. He was so damn sexy she didn't know how she would go through the rest of her life without feasting her eyes on him on the daily. After a long while, Toni opened the creaky wooden screen door, and he glanced over at her, a small smile curling over his lips.

“Rise and shine, lovely,” he said, holding out his beer for her. She took the bottle and put it to her lips. She wasn't much of a drinker, but she figured when in Rome, might as well.

“
What time is it?” she asked, after taking a swig. The sky was dark around them and she could see the moon reflected in the ocean across the way.

“
About nine,” he said. “You have somewhere to be?” She shook her head, slowly.
Hell no,
she thought. There was nowhere she'd rather be right now than in a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere with Sebastian O'Donovan. She peered over his shoulder, at the fish on the coals.

“
A girl could get used to this,” she said, leaning against the porch railing. “You're always making me food.”

“
Shit,” he said with a smile and a shake of his head. “I still don't believe that you don't know how to cook.”

“
Believe it,” she said, taking another sip of beer. “Where did you learn?”

“
At the firehouse, it's every man for himself. If we don't cook, no one will.”

“
Good,” she said.

“
But I need a woman who knows her way around the kitchen,” he said, giving her a side-look.

“
Don't tell me you're one of those neanderthals that think women should be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?” He didn't answer her, just took his beer back and downed the rest of it. “Oh my God. You are, aren't you?”

“
No,” he said, shaking his head. “I just need a woman that can cook.”

“
Why? You can cook just fine.”

“
Why shouldn't dinner be on the table when I get home? Doesn't a hard-working man deserve that?”

“
We live in New York City. That's what delivery is for,” Toni said, laughing. “You are showing your ass, O'Donovan.”

“
What? Is that not a p.c. position to have?”

“
Oh no,” A thought hit Toni and she shook her head in horror. “You're not a Republican are you?” He just smiled, but didn't answer. Toni stared at him, mouth agape. “A Republican who knows how to work his tongue like that should have his card revoked.” That earned her a laugh from him.

“
I'm more of an independent,” he finally said, popping the top on a new beer.

“
So you have a cache of guns and a John Wayne complex?” She motioned to the cabin. “This is like your uni-bomber cabin isn't it? Where you plot your anti-government sentiments?” He shook his head, working his jaw like he was trying not to laugh.