Kiss of Fire (St. James Family) (20 page)

“
Oh, baby,” she breathed. “Who else have you done that to?” she ran a hand through her hair, sweated out and out of control. “I'll kill her.” He hinged up at the waist, releasing his cock from his hand. He looked dazed himself, his face tight. He swiped a hand across his face.

“
You don't have to worry,” he said, yanking her to the edge of the couch by her knees. She squealed a bit as she tumbled against him, his hard cock pressing into her thigh. “No one else tastes as good as you do.” Then he bent his head to kiss her, and she took his lips, no hesitation.  She sucked at him, knowing it turned him on that she was tasting herself on him. And absolutely—it turned her on, too.

She found the hem of her tank top and worked it up over her stomach and over her sore and tight nipples. She released his lips and held her arms up. He pulled the fabric the rest of the way off her body, the movement causing goosebumps to break out over her sensitive skin. Then she was completely naked, bared to his gaze. He ran a hand up her sternum to her neck, completely ignoring her breasts. She whimpered, wanting his attention on her nipples. But he closed his hand lightly around her neck and she felt a jolt that went all the way down to her pussy.

O'Donovan ran his tongue along her mouth, teasing her as his fingers flexed against the sensitive skin of her neck. She swallowed, surprised that the light pressure on her windpipe was turning her on. “You want it a little rough?” he said, hoarsely.
Well sure! Why not?
She nodded eagerly, which garnered her a chuckle from him. In a flash, she was on her stomach on the couch, pinned down. Her heart was beating out of her chest, so ready for him she thought she was going to die if he didn't fuck her soon. She craned her neck, pressing her cheek to the smooth leather, watching him as he ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth. He slid the rubber on, his jaw clenched. He caught her looking at him and smiled a quick, devastating smile.

Pushing her legs open with his knees, he kept his eyes on hers as he entered her with one hard, blunt thrust. She felt a low, animal-like growl deep in her throat as he withdrew then slammed into her again. And again. His hand snaked around her neck again, and she let him guide her up, arching her back. In that position, her breasts jiggling as he pounded into her, her thighs slick from the orgasm he had already given her, she felt free. She was flying. There were no problems, no stressors, no pain. Just her man loving her and making her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

O'Donovan leaned over her, finding her mouth and sucking her lower lip between his teeth, then her tongue. She returned the favor, flicking her tongue against his, then sucking in earnest. His fingers tightened around her neck and he moaned.

“
Fuck,” he breathed into her kiss, his voice so light she barely heard him. She felt herself shifting as he grabbed her leg, hauling her knee up onto the couch. He took full advantage of the new position, grinding into her, his cock filling her completely and fully. She cried out as he found the spot... the perfect spot.

“
Right there. Right there,” she moaned and he obliged her, swerving his hips in a magical rhythm. She tilted her hips, letting him withdraw, then ground against him again. She felt her fingers digging into the leather, and she vaguely worried about ripping into the couch cushion. How would she explain that to Nat? But all practical thoughts left her mind when he slapped her ass, the smacking sound echoing in her ears. She jerked against him, feeling her pussy gush and clench around his cock. She heard him rasp out her name, sounding like he was in pain. Then he thrust into her again and again, whatever control he had now gone. He slid his hand down between her legs and found her clit as she found his mouth again. Their bodies banged against each other ungracefully as they moved desperately toward climax, grunting and panting and out of breath between messy kisses.

O'Donovan's fingers tightened around her throat as he growled against her mouth. Toni gasped, her eyes widening, squeezing him deep inside as he continued thrusting against her, wanting him to come so badly it hurt. Her own orgasm took her by surprise, exploded reality into bits and pieces, the aftershocks shooting all the way down her arms and legs to her fingers and toes. She felt herself collapsing, and he followed her down, his chest against her back. His weight pressed her into the couch, holding her down.

God, she loved this man. The realization hit her as the waves of pleasure ebbed and love filled her up.  The love she felt for him radiated through her, stronger than the pleasure. She wanted him like this always, inside her and around her. Filling her up and sheltering her.
I want you to love me
, she thought.
Love me like I love you.

He went silent and stiff, his body rock hard as he finally came. He jerked inside her, pressing his forehead against hers. She moved with him, wanting his pleasure to last as long as possible. Finally, she felt him relax, his body softening and cradling around hers. She felt his heart pounding through her skin and she closed her eyes, cherishing every second of their closeness. She felt his soft breath against her shoulder and then he moved, sliding out of her with a groan. He brushed his mouth against her the moist skin of her back. “Damn, lovely,” he whispered, breaking the silence. She nodded, feeling shell-shocked. Her thoughts exactly.

***

O'Donovan lifted Toni's leg and slung it over his hip, and her eyelids fluttered. She had been going in an out of sleep for about an hour, but he was wide awake. His body still hummed from the fucking earthquake of an orgasm she'd given him earlier, and he couldn't turn his brain off. He sighed deeply, running his hand up her hip and over her ribs, her skin soft and warm and unblemished. He wanted her. He wanted her so bad that when he thought about her, he felt a pain in his chest that didn't go away until he saw her. Eight hours before the end of his shift that night, he was already pining for her. Planning on finding her and fucking her and being with her until he had to leave again.

But as he looked around the multi-million-dollar brownstone with its crystal chandeliers, marble countertops, and fancy-ass leather furniture, he knew. It had never been more clear. She wasn't right for him. 25-fucking-years-old. The daughter of a doctor. The sister of a CEO. The sister-in-law to one of the richest men in the city. She was absolutely and completely wrong for him. Wrong in every way. And yet he couldn't keep his hands off her. Couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He needed to get his head checked.

He cupped her breast, running his thumb over the taut nipple. She moaned, shifting her hips against him. He circled her round brown areola, thinking of how she tasted. He loved eating pussy, no joke. But Toni's pussy was in a completely different category. She dripped the nectar of the gods, and he was more than happy to take everything she gave him. He loved how she opened herself up completely to him. No self-conscious bullshit, no insecurities. The girl knew she was perfect, and he was just the poor bastard she let bask in her perfection.

His cock was suddenly rock hard, and he wasn't one to let an erection go to waste.  Especially when he had a warm, sexy woman wrapped around him. He dipped his head, flicking his tongue against her soft breast, sucking the tip into his mouth. He felt her fingers curving around his bicep as he roused her. Smiling, he rolled her nipple between his teeth, hard enough to get her attention. She groaned and turned her head to look at him, opening those beautiful starry-eyes, lids heavy with sleep.

“
You awake?” he asked.

“
No,” she said, her voice thick. She closed her eyes again and he flicked his thumb over her nipple.

“
Too bad,” he whispered in her ear, and she giggled, already wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer. He kissed her, then leaned over her toward the coffee table. He grabbed the condom sitting there and ripped open the packet.

“
You're going to have your way with me?” she asked, eyes open again.

“
Fuck yeah,” he said and she laughed again. With a sleepy smile, she took the condom from him and rolled the sheath down his length. He closed his eyes, the small movement sending sparks off all over his body. With a grunt, he rolled onto his back on the couch, taking her with him. When she was sprawled on top of him, nuzzled in his neck, his cock found her entrance and he pushed inside. She moaned, the sound vibrating against his throat. He let the pleasure take over, thrusting in and out of her slowly, not in any hurry to finish.

“
I want to kidnap you,” He moved her hair out of the way so he could whisper in her ear. “Take you where no one will ever find you.”

“
Hmm?” she murmured, pushing herself up on her elbows to look at him. He ran his teeth across her chin. She let out a ragged breath and rolled her hips against his. The sensation sent a painful jolt through his body. He growled, gripping her ass and slamming his cock inside of her. Once. Twice. She opened her mouth, like she wanted to scream, but she didn't. He got control of himself and took a deep breath. He wanted to make this feeling last, as long as he could.

“
Toni,” he said, wanting her to look at him again. She obliged him, her eyes liquid gold. “I'm going to steal you away.”

“
Are you?” she replied.

“
I'm going to tie you to my bed and never let you go.” He ran a hand up the curve of her back, loving the way she shivered under his touch.

“
But if I'm tied to the bed all day, how will I get to the kitchen and make you dinner?” she furrowed her brow in faux seriousness.

“
Ah. Good point.” He pumped deep into her and she gasped. He pressed his face into her chest, rubbing his nose against her collarbone. She smelled like coffee and something spicy, something delicious.

“
Your plan is flawed,” she breathed, her fingers finding his neck and stroking him, softly enough to drive him up the wall.

“
We'll work it out.” He lifted his knees, locking her legs around his waist. She moaned and squirmed, pushing herself up so that she sat upright on his cock. His hands immediately went for her tits, kneading and tweaking them. She began to ride him, her hips finding a persistent, heart-stopping rhythm that had him chanting her name like it was his job. As his cock jerked and she milked him of all his come, the realization dawned on him that this thing with Toni was not going to be easy. It was going to be hard as fuck. And it was going to hurt like hell when it was over.

***

Toni woke slowly, consciousness ebbing in and out. She felt relaxed. Her body felt warm, tingly, and pliant. But something was missing. She forced her eyes open and blinked in the bright sunshine flooding through the kitchen and shining right in her face. She was naked as a jaybird on the couch in the TV room, a wool blanket down around her hips. She sat up, swinging her legs over so that her feet touched the floor. She lifted her arms above her head, stretching, while she glanced around. His clothes were gone.
He
was gone. The only sign that O'Donovan had ever been there was a gold condom wrapper on the floor.

“
Motherfucker!” she swore, standing so fast she got dizzy. If he snuck out on her after the night they'd had, she was going to kill him. She wrapped the wool blanket around her, dipping to grab the condom wrapper. Nat would kill her if she found that lying around. She almost missed the second wrapper sticking out from between the couch cushions, but she grabbed that one too on her way to the kitchen. Dumping the evidence of her sexual escapades in the trash can, she stopped and sniffed the air. Coffee. The coffeemaker was still on and the freshly brewed coffee still warm, so she poured herself a cup. It was then that she glanced out the window and warmth flooded through her. O'Donovan was out on the patio, sitting at the table shirtless, a cup of coffee in one hand and Nat's Wall Street Journal in another. She felt her body relax as a sigh escaped her lips.

It had been fear. She'd been afraid that he'd left her. But he hadn't. He was still close, and she hated to admit how happy that made her. After a sip of coffee, she noticed that his boots were by the door, and his T-shirt was slung across the island, like he owned the place. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over her head, letting the blanket fall to the floor. The cotton was so soft it was like a second skin, and she hugged her arms around herself, savoring the feel. This is how it would be. This is how it would be if they were together every night. Waking up with him, wearing his ancient T-shirts, drinking his coffee. Toni wanted it all.

The early June morning was absolutely beautiful, sunny and warm. Birds chirped as she opened the door and padded across the patio, her feet bare. O'Donovan looked up at her, a slow smile stretching across his face.

“
Morning, lovely,” he said, his voice gruff.

“
Who is this sexy stranger? Reading the Journal and wearing reading glasses?” she said, not able to resist teasing him. A pair of wire frames perched on his nose, and damn, did he look good in them. But at this point, she was convinced his hot ass would look good in anything. He shook his head, working his jaw.

“
I'm old, what can I say?”

“
You're not old.” She pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Although in this light, you are looking a little grey.” He looked at her sharply and she laughed out loud. He yanked her into his lap and she squealed, holding out her coffee cup so she didn't spill any of the hot liquid on her bare legs. He rubbed his stubbled cheek against hers and she giggled, settling herself in his lap. “You're my silver fox,” she said, kissing his cheek.