Melt With You: Fated, Book 4 (5 page)

 
     
He’d put back a few beers, too, didn’t
really have a buzz on but he certainly felt lust-drunk having her so near.

 
     
Lanie
the pretty
nurse who accosted him in a closet downright made his head spin.

 
     
Reaching out, he cupped her cheek, and
then pushed his fingers into her hair.

 
     
Silky soft, the strands wound around his
fingers. Her eyes slid closed on a sigh. “It’s too damn cold to be out here.”

       
“Then
we need to keep each other warm.” A wicked smile curved her lips when he pulled
her close with his arm still around her shoulders. She draped her arm around
his middle and beneath his flannel shirt, her fingers splayed across his
stomach.

 
     
The wind blew like a bitch and the iron
bench chilled his ass even through his jeans, but he forgot all about it when
his lips connected with hers. Poof, all thought of nasty weather was gone. All
he could concentrate on was the taste of her, the way her tongue danced with
his, how her fingers slid beneath his shirt and touched the bare skin of his
abdomen…

 
     
He jolted when she slid her hand down and
executed a subtle brush against the fly of his
jeans,
he tore his mouth from hers when she boldly cupped him, her fingers firm around
his stiffening cock.

 
     
“Slow down,” he murmured against her
fragrant neck, nibbling and kissing a path down the elegant length of it. “There’s
no rush.”

 
     
She tipped her head back, giving him
better access. “The second I get near you, all I can think about is rushing. It’s
all I want—staring into your eyes, getting my hands on you, kissing you—you’re
all I think about.”

 
     
It pleased him that the feeling was
mutual. The chemistry between them had been strong from the get go but this.
Only the second time he’d kissed her and he was already raring to go. It was
almost embarrassing, how much he wanted her.

 
     
But she wanted him just
as much, and he wasn’t about to deny a strong woman what she wanted.

       
Their
mouths met again easily, the fit perfect, the tangle of their tongues a sexy,
heated glide. He was hot, his skin felt on fire, even with the wind whipping
around them and he slid his hands all over her, slowly.
Testing
the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, then moving upward to brush
against her ripe breasts.

 
     
Her hands were just as busy, though they
were particularly focused on the fly of his jeans. He jerked his hips to the
left, trying to avoid her grip but she was determined.

 
     
Next thing he knew she had his fly undone
and her hand just inside his open jeans, her fingers settling over his
cotton-covered cock.

 
     
Damn, she was a busy little thing.

 
     
“
Lanie
.”
He broke away from her, his breath coming in jerky spurts, an agonized groan
ripping from his lungs when she tucked her hand beneath the front of his
underwear and actually touched his cock. Skin to skin, she stroked him,
torturing him beyond measure. “You’re killing me.”

 
     
“But what a way to go,
right?”
Her voice was a low, sexy purr, a whispery sound of pleasure
escaping her when she brushed the tip of her finger against the head of his
cock. “Just how big are you?”

 
     
He laughed. He couldn’t help it. This was
ridiculous. She had her hand down his pants, her fingers wrapped around his
dick and she was a little drunk. All the while, they sat outside in the
blistering cold and anyone could walk in on them at any moment.

 
     
“Baby, this is the very last place for us
to do this.” She adjusted so she faced him, her brows lowered, mouth pursed in
the most delectable pout that he couldn’t resist. Leaning into her, he dropped
a quick kiss to her lips. “The first time I come with you, I don’t want it to
be while you jerk me off and I spill all over your fingers.”

 
     
Her eyes lit with pale blue fire.
“How about if you come in my mouth?”
He groaned. No matter
how much the idea appealed—because oh yeah, he could definitely envision her on
her knees, her pretty pink lips wrapped tight around his cock—

 
     
he
couldn’t do
that. Not here, not for their first time. “That sounds like a mighty fine idea
but one we’ll have to try out later. First, I want you naked and sprawled in my
bed. I’m going to be coming inside you.”

 
     
She smiled and her fingers gripped him so
tight he thought his eyes might cross from the pleasure of it. “I hope you can
make due on that promise, mister.”

 
     
“I swear on my life,” he said, his voice
scratchy as she stroked him yet again.

 
     
Damn it, he was close. No way was it going
down like this. “Now get your hand out of my jeans and let’s get the hell out
of here.”

 
     
His apartment was nice though more on the
small side and not furnished with much. It wasn’t a dirty bachelor pad, of
which
Lanie
was eternally grateful. He had decent
furniture, what she could see of it and his bed was huge, so that was a plus.

 
     
She lay in that bed at this very moment,
the sheet wrapped around her still underwear-clad body as she watched him. He
was stripping for her, not an outrageous show but definitely a sight worth
watching.

 
     
The man was like a fucking picture out of
a magazine. Who knew he had abs like that? A chest like a super hero, biceps
that bulged when he moved and the strongest looking pair of thighs she’d ever
seen before. Oh, and don’t forget the long, thick cock straining against the
front of his underwear.

 
     
He was perfection.
Too
good to be true.
Normally, this would’ve sounded warning alarms in her
head, protecting her from the nonexistent perfect man. And really, he was so
wrong for her. A player, a charmer, a man with a huge cock and sinful lips and
a body to absolutely die for…

 
     
Right.
Why was
she thinking he was wrong for her again? For once in her silly little life she
was going for her. The move to a new city was the first in what she considered
many changes in her once staid life. A divorce from a cheating, no good son of
a bitch,
a
move, a job change with better pay and sex
with a gorgeous man—what more could a woman ask for?

 
     
Huh. She frowned. Wondered what Wes might
think about her being a divorcee.

 
     
“Take that frown off your face right now,
baby. I’m about to blow your mind.” She giggled when he crawled onto the bed on
all fours, looking every inch the predatory male about to capture his feminine
prey. The glint in his eyes was mesmerizing, as was the lethal way he crawled
up her body until she was completely beneath him. “I love a confident man.”

 
     
Leaning down, he dropped a kiss to the top
of her breast, above her bra. She quivered in delight at the first brush of his
lips. “I’m not that confident. If I don’t get inside you and soon, I just might
come all over your pretty thighs.” God, that image was hot. The man had a way
with words. She could only imagine streams of semen shooting from his cock and
spilling all over her thighs. His agonized groan filling the air, her fingers
drifting through his creamy essence before she brought them to her mouth for a
taste…

 
     
“Condoms are in the bedside table,” she
said, her voice full of urgency.

 
     
He snickered, the devil. “I like a girl
who’s always prepared.”

 
     
“I should’ve been a Boy Scout.”

 
     
“Thank God you’re not.” He reached across
her, pulled open the drawer and rummaged around until his hand emerged with two
condom packs clutched against his palm.

 
     
All the breath left her lungs while she
watched him lift so he was on his knees. He tore open the condom packet. She’d
never really watched a man touch himself before—

 
     
the
firm way his
fingers circled the base of his cock, his other hand guiding the condom over
his length. He stroked down, his fingers then trailed back up as if he was
enjoying it, and a strangled sound left her at the sight.

 
     
Wes glanced up, caught her staring and a
sexy little smile teased the corner of his mouth. She arched a brow in
response. “Are you having a good time?”

 
     
“Oh, definitely.”
The smile grew until it lit up his entire face.

 
     
“I would like to enjoy myself too.” She
shifted,
her legs restless and he reached out, his fingers
curling around the waistband of her panties.

 
     
“I can definitely make that happen.” With
a gentle tug he pulled off her panties, revealing her completely. His eyes grew
darker as he drew the delicate piece of pale cotton down her thighs, over her
knees, along her calves until he carefully drew them from her feet. Her entire
body trembled with awareness, a choked gasp sticking in her throat when he
settled his big hands on her knees and slowly spread her legs wide.

 
     
“Pretty,” he murmured as he continued to
stare.

 
     
She wanted to die from mortification. And
pleasure.

 
     
He stroked the inside of her thighs—his
fingers coming perilously close to her pussy but not close enough. She closed
her eyes and gave into it, sinking her teeth into her lower lip when he
finally, finally touched her between her legs. A fleeting touch, the tips of
his fingers brushed through the scant pubic hair, traced along the seam of her
slit before he pulled away.

 
     
God.
She wanted
more.
Now.

 
     
He was deliberately slow, driving her out
of her ever-loving mind. Shifting his attention above her waist, he worked at
the front clasp of her bra, undoing it so the cups sprang apart. He smoothed
the fabric away so that her breasts were completely exposed.

 
     
Leaning in, he rained kisses over her
flesh, purposely not touching her nipples and she sobbed. Literally sobbed when
he continued to torture her like the sick, sadistic bastard he had to be.

 
     
“Christ baby, you are so wet.” He dipped
his fingers between her legs, testing her and she wanted to cry with relief
when he touched her clit. She was going to come and soon. Or at least, she
hoped so.

 
     
“You’re driving me crazy,” she muttered,
earning a laugh from him.

       
Her
lids snapped open to find him still chuckling, his mouth terrifically close to
her pussy. She waited with breathless anticipation as he dropped first one wet,
lingering kiss on the inside of her thigh, then another equally wet, lingering
kiss on the other.

 
     
“Your skin is so soft.” His voice was a
ragged whisper against her flesh, rippling through her entire body and she
spread her legs wider. “I want you to come for me,
Lanie
.”

 
     
“Okay.” She nodded her head eagerly,
feeling like an absolute, foolish wreck. “I can do that.”

 
     
He chuckled again, just before he pressed
a kiss to her clit. He parted his lips, darted his tongue out and gave it a
delicate swipe.

 
     
“Oh God.”
He was
teasing her and she loved it. Absolutely freaking loved it. She thought he
would be fast and hard and fucking her senseless by now but this was another
thing entirely. Slow, deliberate, taking his time, making her so desperate for
release…

 
     
It was one of the most amazing sexual
experiences she’d ever had. And they weren’t even finished yet.