Secret Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 5) (11 page)

Curtis’ mind was also thrown in to the gutter. His whole body had gone rigid, first from surprise, then from blazing arousal. And he was rigid
everywhere
. If he’d thought that it had turned him on to listen to Tessa describe a peach the way that he imagined her pussy, it was nothing –
fucking nothing
– to having her suck his finger the way that he imagined her working his cock.

“Tessa,” he rasped, barely holding on to his control. “Careful, baby.”

“Why?” she murmured. “Why careful?”

“Because,” he said. “What you’re doing makes me want to put my mouth on you, all over you.”

She smiled, a hot, sexy little smile, and Curtis knew that he was totally fucked now.

“You want to put your mouth on me?” she asked. She licked his fingertip again, gave a little moan that just couldn’t be contained. “God, you’re delicious, Curtis… do you want to see if I am, too?”

His mind went blank, and all he knew was the raging need in his body.

“Hell, yeah,” he said, husky and low. “I want to kiss you, baby. Taste you.”

“Where?” she teased him, breathless.

Without a word, he pulled her to him. Surprised, she gave a small scream, then moaned again when he kissed her, just kissed her like he owned her. He tasted the sweetness of the syrup, tasted the sweetness that was Tessa, and his head started to spin. He pulled back, almost panting with want, but he had to make sure she was alright.

His hands moved to the scarf. “You want me to take this off?”

Her hands covered his again. “No. Leave it on. I want to – to really
feel
you.”

“Tessa, baby.” He grated the words out, rough and harsh. “Be sure. Be sure about
all
of it.”

“I am,” she whispered. “I’m sure about
you
, Curtis. I love you.”

“Oh, God.” With that oath, he yanked off his t-shirt, folded it and put it on the floor, then lowered her on to it. He gently positioned her head so she was fully cushioned on the material, and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“This OK?”

“Yes.” She stretched her body out, all long limbs and warm skin. She was still too thin, still not fully in her own body, but she was utterly breathtaking in her abandon, in her trust of him. “Thank you.”

“You’re not uncomfortable? We can take this to the bed, if you want.”

She shook her head, her wild curls all spread out around her. “Here.”

“OK, sweetness.”

She paused, raised her head a bit with a grin. “‘
Sweetness
’?”

“Ummm-hmmm.” His growl was deep in his chest. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Tessa. And I just
know
you’re gonna be sweet all over.”

“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, my God…”

His large hands moved to the top of her jeans, and she held her breath. Slowly, carefully, he undid the snap and her zipper, then tugged her jeans and panties down and off her long legs. He just stopped then, sat very still, and she realized that he was looking at her. Her whole body clenched up with excitement at the thought, and Tessa was halfway to orgasm before he’d even touched her.

Shuddering heat moved all the way up her body, from her toes to her face. She knew her skin was heating up too, flushing pink. Her chest rose and fell, her thighs spread wide, her back arched. She was displaying herself for him, offering herself. She was begging with her body, and she didn’t give a damn if that made her shameless. All she wanted was for Curtis to answer her silent plea.

“Tessa,” he said, and all she heard was wonder. “Baby, you are so, so beautiful.”

Tears sprang to her eyes, soaking the scarf. “You really think so?”

“I really think so.”

Curtis bent over her now, took most of his weight on his forearms. His kiss was deep and slow, his whole body stretched along the whole length of hers. Tessa felt amazingly safe and cherished; she felt worshipped and wanted. Loved.

“You ready, baby?” he muttered against her lips.

“Yes.” Her answer was a whisper, a moan, a whimper. “Curtis…
please
.”

In his wildest dreams and most x-rated late-night fantasies, he’d imagined what it would be like to have Tessa begging him to take her. He’d thought it would be hot and amazing… and unbelievably, the reality was even better than his imagination.

Curtis moved back down her body, and Tessa tensed when his large hands spread her wider, opened her fully to his gaze. To his mouth.

“Relax, sweetness,” he said softly. “This is going to feel good. I promise you.”

Good Christ, she
believed
it. Nothing in her life had ever felt better than this man… and they hadn’t even started yet.

Curtis paused to savor the view. She was totally open to him, her lower lips slick and swollen. Her whole body trembled, and that more than anything showed him just how close to the edge she already was: she was losing control, and he loved seeing it.

Not able to stand it for one second longer, Curtis kissed her inner thigh, trailed his tongue up its curve. Tessa gave a small gasp as he slid between her folds, his tongue gliding up to her pulsing clit. He gave it a teasing little lick, then moved down again. She moaned in frustration now, felt his satisfied grin against her pussy.

“Hey,” she admonished him. “No laughing while you’re down there.”

“OK, sorry.” He stroked her with his tongue again, watched as her back arched up off the floor. “I won’t laugh anymore. I’ll refocus.”

“You’d better,” she grumbled.

He went back to dropping slow, hot, lazy kisses on her inner thighs, and she almost screamed in impatience. She wanted him to just
do it
already, to just
taste
her. Her breath was coming faster now, and he rested a steadying hand on her stomach. The other stroked her face, a calming rhythm that she started breathing in time to.

“Easy, baby,” he rumbled in that amazing voice. “I’ll get you there, I promise. Right now, just enjoy it, and let me enjoy you. We got all the time in the world, and I’m not rushing a single goddamn thing.”

She reached for him, seeking the most intimate of physical contact with Curtis. She found his hands, clutched them both tight. He murmured something she didn’t hear, then he returned to kissing and nibbling her thighs.

Tessa shut her eyes behind the blindfold, amazed at how much she
felt
by being totally blind. Without knowing how it had happened, her hands were in Curtis’ hair, and she was momentarily taken aback at its softness. She moved through his hair, the strands sliding through her eager, curious fingers. He groaned when she tugged him up to her throbbing sex.

Emboldened by the darkness, frantic to really
know
this man, her hands slid down his neck, stopped on his heavily-muscled shoulders. Under her fingertips was unbridled male power, a strength that she knew he was keeping in check, and he was doing it for
her
. The thought that Curtis was taking care of her touched her deep, and she relaxed completely now.

He felt the change that he’d been waiting for: she opened up to him, all the way. Done playing with her, Curtis lifted her legs, rested one foot on each shoulder. Her calves slid down automatically, pulling him closer. He went willingly, drawn to her aroma and arousal. She was an intoxicating combination of musk and honey, and he was instantly addicted. Nothing could ever be as purely sweet as Tessa – and she was pure sweetness on every inch of her body.

Curtis wrapped his arms securely around her thighs now, holding her in place. Finally,
finally
, he closed his eyes, and fit his mouth to the curves of her most secret flesh. He swept his tongue up and down her lips, dragged it over her aching bundle of nerves, slid it back down, moved back up to her clit. Over and over, he traced this path, slow and patient, until Tessa was holding back her moans with her hand.

He lifted his head, gently tugged her hand away. “Don’t you hold it in, sweetness. You let me hear you. I need to know what you’re feeling, what I’m doing to you.”

“Oh!” she cried as he delved between her pussy lips again. “Oh,
God
! Curtis!”

“That’s it, baby.” He parted her with his thumbs, flattened his tongue and swept it over her soaked centre. “You let loose for me.”

Almost crazed with the need to hear her come, Curtis zeroed in on her clit. He licked it lightly, sucked it in to his mouth, flicked it with hard, fast strokes, rolled it between his lips. Tessa had no idea what he was going to do to her next, and every sensation was higher, stronger, more intense than the last one.

Her cries were becoming rhythmic now, as the tension in her body began to pulse. They grew louder, keener, and any reserve that she’d had was long gone. She was lifting her hips to him, giving herself to him. She begged, moaned, gasped. His name fell from her lips over and over again, and he thought he’d never heard anything more amazing in the whole of his life.

Tessa was close – so close. Her heart was pounding wildly, every muscle in her body was tensed in anticipation of orgasm. It was
right there
, that mind-bending bliss, and she reached for it, desperate and greedy. It was all she wanted, and she honestly thought that if she didn’t get it, she’d die right here on this kitchen floor.

“Curtis,” she said, her voice breaking. “Please… oh, God,
please
. I – I want –” He sucked her almost-too-sensitive clit in to his mouth again, and she gave a sharp scream. “Curtis! I – I
need
…”

“I know what you need,” he said, his voice molten and dark. “And I’m going to give it to you… right…
now
.”

With that, Curtis buried his tongue in her body, reaching in to her hot, wet heart. He fucked her with his mouth, wishing that it was his cock deep inside Tessa’s straining, writhing body, but he’d take this for now.
God
, she was delicious, and he couldn’t get anywhere near enough of her.

Sweet. Juicy. Soft.

When she was shaking and begging, seconds away from unraveling under his mouth, that was when he recaptured her little button between his lips, and pressed down. Tessa screamed his name, every muscle in her body ready to explode, and he pulled back slightly. She groaned, her body and soul trembling with need. Then he flicked her clit, just once, a fast, firm flick… and she lost it.

Tessa convulsed under his hands, her pussy fluttering and spasming on his tongue. Curtis stayed right there, making sure that she rode the wave all the way, sucking her taut bundle in time to the pulsing he felt against his mouth. Her hands were tangled in his hair, holding him where she needed him the most, and he fucking loved it. He could die here, just die here and now, and he’d die a happy man.

Slowly, she sank back down to the floor, gasping for air, still shaking. She felt incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden, and he knew it, somehow. Right away, he pulled himself back up and over her trembling body, tugged the scarf loose, wiped his mouth on it. He looked in to her beautiful eyes, and he smiled. She was gazing up at him, and her joy was sparkling bright and clear.

“OK, baby?” he said gruffly. He was pretty sure she was, but he thought it best to check in.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath. “I’m
so
OK, Curtis. I can’t think the
last
time that I was this OK.”

He laughed, rolled on to his side and pulled her with him. He gathered her close to his naked chest, gave her an affectionate kiss. “I love you.”

“Right back at you, big guy.” She looked around now. They were surrounded by food and crumbs, and the counter had half-unpacked food and wrappers strewn all over the place. “Oh, wow.
This
is a mess, huh?”

“Messy can be good.” His eyes gleamed as he stroked between her legs, and she gasped. “Some kinds of messy are sexy as hell.”

Tessa gave a low moan as he lifted his hand to his mouth. He held her heated gaze as he sucked her sweet nectar off his fingers, loving how she tasted on his tongue. Fuck, she was goddamn perfect – she was everything he never thought he’d have, and everything that he’d secretly wished and longed for. She was his deepest, most honest and true heart’s desire, come to life.

“Curtis…”

“I fucking love how you say my name,” he growled. “Especially when you come… it’s like heaven, baby. Nothing better.”

She blushed, and he grinned at her. God, she was something else, all gold and green and pink and warm. Tessa was like a summer sunrise, so bright and full of promise. She was breathtaking.

“OK, sweetness.” He stood up, extended his hand. “You’re messy, so we need to get you cleaned up.”

She let him pull her to her feet, and hold her to him. “OK.”

“C’mon,” he murmured in to her wild curls. “Let’s get in to the shower.”

Tessa stopped dead. “Together?”

“Is that alright with you?”

“Oh, hell, yeah.” She beamed up at him, stroking his naked chest. “I want to see you.
All
of you.”

“I’m all yours.”

She let him lead her down the hall to the bathroom, and as she admired his muscular back and broad shoulders, she turned those words over in her mind. Yeah, he’d uttered them teasingly, in a joking tone, but for Tessa, this was no joke. Curtis was all hers. He was
hers
.

In her entire life, Tessa had never had anyone. Not really. Her Mom hadn’t been totally present so often – her mental illness had stolen her away for hours and days at a time. Her grandmother had sent her away, and although they’d repaired their broken relationship at the end, by that point, her grandmother had needed Tessa to be there for her in her final days. Kevin had been physically there for years, but emotionally, he’d been distant. By the end, he’d been nothing less than cruel and abusive. She’d been so lonely, and she’d been loneliest when Kevin had been standing right there next to her.

For Curtis to say that he was hers, to tell her that he wanted and loved her… it was a whole new experience for her. He’d fought for her, fought to help her even when she’d rejected him, and said horrible, hurtful things. He hadn’t left her or abandoned her; he hadn’t turned his back in disgust or impatience. This man just
hadn’t given up
on her – not even after Tessa had given up on herself.