On Pins and Needles: Sierra Fox, Book 3 (8 page)

“Really, are you sure?”

He nodded, and his eyes darkened to a mossy green. “It’s a lot closer, and I don’t think I can wait much longer.” My light stroking seemed to be having the desired effect on him, because he groaned.

I leaned into him, closing the distance between our mouths so I could nibble on his bottom lip and intensify my hand movements. A low growl rumbled inside him and he closed his eyes, pulling away from me a bit too suddenly.
 

“Seriously, I need you. Right now.”

“You’ve got me.”

Papan stood up and practically dragged me out of the café.
 

He was right about going to his place. It was the only sane answer because he lived really close—only three blocks away. If we hurried we wouldn’t risk being arrested for lewd acts in a public storefront.

Papan had barely kicked the door shut behind us and switched on the overhead light before we collided. An invisible and very raw magnetism drew us together as our hands yanked at each other’s clothes. My jacket was the first article to be dumped on the hallway carpet.
 

The time of avoiding our mutual temptation was clearly over.

I pushed him up against the wall and ran my hands over his hard chest as he pressed his mouth over mine and hungrily kissed me. His tongue parted my lips and wandered inside. When it collided with mine, raw desire chased a wave of heat through my body. This was what we both wanted, what we needed, and nothing was going to stop us now.

“Oh, Foxy Lady, I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long.” He pushed the strands of hair away from my face and kissed my left cheek, and then my right, before returning to my mouth.

“Me too.”

He wrapped his arms around my hips and hoisted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he stepped forward so that it was
my
back against the wall this time. I ignored the slight discomfort of my dagger’s sheath jabbing into my ankle.

With the combination of his erection pressed tight between us and the passion behind every one of our kisses, I couldn’t wait to get his clothes off.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, poking his tongue inside my mouth and then running it over my bottom lip.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left on Monday night…”

“It was your idea.” He nibbled on my chin and I shivered with delight.

I
had
encouraged him to take this job above his concern over leaving me alone—but we both knew he needed to get back into the swing of things at work. If only I could take my own advice, instead of spending so much time worrying about things I couldn’t control.

“I know, but you had to…”

“It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters right now because I’m going to ravage you,” he whispered, taking my ear lobe between his teeth and nibbling on it.

I made a grab for his T-shirt and, with shaky fingers, managed to pull it over his head. He had an amazing physique, and after a workout every muscle on his shoulders, chest and arms seemed to bulge. I ran my hands over his hard pecs and nipples, enjoying the feel of the light smattering of hair, before trailing my touch down his incredibly taut abdomen and letting my fingers dip into each ridge. I’d seen him shirtless before, but tonight everything felt different—more exciting.

Rubbing the light brown trail of hair starting underneath his belly button and disappearing into the waistband of his jeans excited me. So much that I unbuttoned his fly and forcibly slid my hand under his briefs, the zipper opening with my movements. It was a tight squeeze, but I still managed to cup his thick girth.

“When are you going to use this, huh?” I sounded so husky, closer to breathless.

He nibbled on my chin some more.

“We haven’t got all night, you know,” I teased.

“Actually, we do.”
 

I laughed and pulled my hand out of his pants.

“Now it’s your turn.” Papan put me down long enough to drag my top over my head and release me from my bra. “Oh, yeah, now we’re talking.” He got to his knees and wrapped his arms around my waist, losing his face between my breasts.
 

It didn’t take him long to close his mouth around one of my hard, aching nipples and suckle on it with so much force I felt weak at the knees. He moved to the other, flicking it with his tongue while still tweaking with his index finger and thumb.
 

He was driving me crazy, and all I wanted was to get on with it. Foreplay seemed like something best left for another day. Right now, I needed to consummate this dance we’d started so long ago.

I sucked in a shaky breath, and he stopped long enough to look at me.
 

“Is there something wrong?”

I shook my head but smiled. “I just want you. That’s all.”

He knew exactly what I meant, and it took him seconds to yank my jeans and panties down my legs. I kicked off my boots and he pulled my socks and dagger off. He didn’t even comment on it—though he’d obviously seen it because he dropped it on top of my clothes—and for the first time in ages I didn’t care about leaving it behind.
 

I really have to perform that shrouding incantation again.

I shoved away all errant thoughts.

Papan had his own jeans, brief boxers, and boots off before I caught my breath.
 

We stood naked and facing each other, with only the light from the front hallway. His eyes roved all over my body as I ogled his. Staring closely at all his naked glory, I felt lust sweeping so quickly inside me that I threw myself into his arms and he somehow caught me. Once again wrapped up in his embrace, with our chests pressed tight together and our mouths locked on each other, I struggled to breathe and was barely holding onto control.

“Papan, what’re you waiting for?” I whispered against his lips. “Fuck me.”

He paused for a second, looking me in the eye. “Hold that thought.”

“What?” I watched him move away, my body quivering with desire as he disappeared.

“Don’t start without me!” he called, and I couldn’t help but laugh. He was back in seconds. “Now, where was I?”

I looked down at his glorious, naked body and noticed he was now wearing protection. For just a second I berated myself over what we’d nearly done, but I didn’t linger on it. He raised me off the floor and pressed his mouth hard against mine.

Right there, inside his compact apartment and with my spine against the cold wall, Jason Papan finally found his way between my thighs. I gasped when he entered me, starting out slow, but picking up pace until we were both moaning and sweating with his every thrust. I tilted my hips, making sure to meet him halfway as he supported my body and kept me braced against the wall.

When the orgasm hit, I cried out and dug my nails into his back, curving my spine and forcing him deeper inside me. Papan captured my mouth, sucking on my tongue with a feral need. He came and I felt him shake as he slowed his movements but he didn’t pull out.

A growl tore from his mouth and into mine.

It took me a while to get my breath back, but I managed an excited, “Wow.”

Papan had his face pressed against my shoulder and stood still, holding me so tightly I didn’t think he ever wanted to let go. Or maybe I didn’t want him to let me go.

The warmth of our joined climax spread through my body, chasing away all the bad things I’d faced, and even the things I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid. In this wonderful, magical moment there was only
us
.

I couldn’t believe it had taken me so long to admit to myself that he was everything I’d ever wanted in a man.
 

“Papan,” I whispered. When he didn’t move, I said, “
Jason…
”

He lifted his face until it was directly aligned with mine. His green eyes were shiny, but the desire hadn’t completely faded. “Yes,
Sierra?
”
 

I shivered. Somehow, using our first names now made the experience so much more intimate.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, lightly brushing my lips against his.

A grin curved his luscious mouth. “I told you I could make a woman feel good.”

I giggled—he might have replaced
better
with
good
, but he was still damn right on both counts. “I guess you don’t lie, then.”

He kissed me with a little more vigor. “I’ll never lie to you, Foxy Lady, but you also need to know that you haven’t seen anything yet. As satisfying as
this
was, it was mostly me losing total control because I couldn’t wait to get inside you.”

“And now that you have?”

“It’s confirmed what I already suspected.” His eyes twinkled.
 

The exhilaration of the moment choked me up. “What?”

“I’ll want to be inside you always, and it’ll still never be enough.”

I’d been afraid of losing the teasing and innuendos if we took things to the next level, but if they were replaced by this…I could handle it.

I closed the distance between our mouths and kissed him until I felt lightheaded.

Papan took a step back and carried me farther into his apartment. I didn’t even get a chance to scope out the place. It might be my first real visit because stopping by for clothes didn’t count, but so far I liked this space just fine. I liked the memories we were making.

“Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t need to answer, just strolled into a moderately sized bathroom with cream-colored walls and white tiles.
 

Papan put me down and headed for the shower cubicle. He reached for the hot water tap and turned it on. “I’m about to make another one of my fantasies come to life.”

Warmth spread between my legs as soon as I spotted the opened packet of condoms on the basin. I couldn’t keep the giddy smile away when I realized we were probably in for a very long and pleasurable night.

Chapter Four

“Hey, sleepy head,” I said when Papan rolled over and woke.

“What time is it?” He rubbed his eyes and yawned, a smile settling on his lips and lighting up his face.

“It’s almost six.” Judging from the lack of light coming through the window adjacent from the bed, the sun wasn’t up yet.

“Then what the hell are you doing awake?” He slid closer, pressing his face against my breast. “It’s Saturday—we should stay in bed all day.”

I sighed heavily, because there was no way I could stay in bed. “I wish I could, but I’ve got to meet Oren back at the house in a couple of hours. I also have to meet my sister this afternoon.”

“And there’s no way you can cancel the morning meeting?” He snuck his hand under the covers and rubbed lazy circles over my bare stomach while his breath played havoc with my nipples.

“I wish.” His touch made my lower abdomen tighten. I wasn’t usually an aroused-early-in-the-morning kinda person, but it looked like being with Papan was creating a whole new horizon of lust.
 

“Just call him,” he suggested with a wink.
 

I thought about it for a moment. Sure, it would be ideal to cancel my meeting with Oren so we could stay here until it was time to meet with Willow much later, but what I needed him to translate was important. And
I’d
asked
him
for help, so the least I could do was accommodate Oren’s schedule.

“Sorry, Papan, I have to do this.”

He continued to trail his fingertips over my abdomen and ventured a little lower every time he completed the circle. I held my breath when his hand slid down to my thigh and slowly parted my legs. His fingers caressed my mound before one of them casually slipped inside, landing on the right button.
 

“Do you have time for
this?
”

I could only manage a nod as his fingers worked their magic, slipping in and out, before rubbing me into submission. An orgasm didn’t take long to explode, and it took even less time for me to have a little fun rolling a condom over his erection. Before I knew it, I was straddling him, surprised I still had energy after the sex-filled night we’d enjoyed.
 

Afterwards, we were both fully awake.

“Now that’s a wakeup call!” His breath was still coming in harsh spurts.
 

I leaned over and kissed him softly before climbing off and lying down beside him.
 

“I could definitely wake up to this every day.”

“Me too,” I whispered, resting back into the pillows. The thought of waking up beside Papan in the morning got my pulse running and set my skin on fire.

“Let me hold you for a while.”

I turned onto my left side and he spooned me. I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time. When my eyelids fluttered open and I heard Papan’s breathing change, I groaned and reluctantly rolled out of bed.

“Hey, don’t leave me yet,” he called.

I stopped near the door. “You stay in bed. Don’t let me ruin your Saturday morning.”

“No way,” he said, raising his body off the mattress and swinging his long legs over the side. “You’re not going anywhere without having some breakfast.”