Seeking Evil (Looking Into The Mind Of A Killer Series) (16 page)

His hands slipped over
her
body
through the barrier of her clothing
, touching
her
, reaching past the walls
she’
d erected to keep from living,
from
moving beyond
the past
.
She
shuddered in response to his touch
He
smile
d
against
her
lips. Everything about John was seductive, including his smile.

S
trong fingers
molded her
body, gliding across the edges of
her
breasts, down to the curve of
her
hips to cup
her
bottom, bringing
her
closer
to
his full erection.

Anna touched his
chest before
sliding her hand
slowly lower. John grabbed
her
wrist, bringing
her to cover his erection. She could
feel his response through the strained material of his jeans. His eyes never left
hers
.

“
Do you see what you do to me? What you
’
ve always done to me
?”

Slowly
,
he lifted
her
up.
Her
legs circled his waist automatically.
They
fit together perfectly and yet
she
wanted to be closer.

Like those times in the past,
getting close to John mentally, emotionally was hard to do.
Even when he was inside
her
,
she
still couldn
’
t seem to reach the part of John no woman
had ever been
allowed to touch.

Anna
closed
her
eyes tight as John carried
her
to
the
bed. His lips found
hers
once more, as he lowered
her
back against the bed,
their
bodies still joined, never breaking the kiss.

Slowly
John
lifted
her
blouse above
her
head. The cool night air brushed across
her
heated skin. John move
d
away.

“
No.
”
She
grabbed his arm.
She
didn
’
t want to let him go.

“
It
’
s okay. I
’
m not going anywhere. I just want to…
God, you
’
re so beautiful
,”
h
e whispered while looking down
into her eyes
.

Suddenly
Anna
was at a loss for words. So many secrets lay between
herself and John
. The biggest of them all
, the ones he kept for Aaron,
w
ere
the one
s
she
believed would mark the end of
them
.

Jo
hn lay next to
her
, his lips moving across
hers
once more before traveling down
her
throat and lower. He kissed each of
her
breasts to arousal through the filmy material of
her
pale pink
bra
then he unclasped the bra and tossed it aside. Anna
drew in a shaky breath, which brought his eyes back to
hers
.

All the times they’d spent together like this in the past resurfaced. Their hunger for each other
as
endless then as it
was
now. John unbuttoned her jeans then
skillfully
slid them from her body along with the wispy panties. Anna
closed
her
eyes when his lips trail
ed
warm kisses across
her
ribcage and down to
her
navel, dipping inside.

A shudder of
a sigh carried
raw desire through
her
when John
’
s lips moved lower, caressing
her
inner thigh before slowly drifting upward to
kiss the slick outer lips of her sex, d
riving
her
wild with need.

Anna's
body arched against his lips
.
She barely
registered that he’d
whisper
ed
her name ov
er her own cry of pleasure. His hand cupped her bottom, tilting her pussy toward his mouth as he speared his tongue into her.

Anna
’s head fell back against the
pillows
, her eyes squeezing shut against the maelstrom of passion washing through her. So good. Intense. His
tongue drove deep through her, licking at the walls that were clamping down around it. She whimpered when he pulled out, only to gasp as he lapped through the folds again. Her clit throbbed for him, straining to be kissed. Sucked. He didn’t disappoint. The heat of his mouth enveloped it, drawing gently at first, then harder. Deeper. Need began to pool in her belly, her muscles quaking badly now. So…close…

“Hold on
.
”
He moved a little away
.
Oh G
od. She didn’t even know where her own hands were, but as he lifted her, already grasping the thigh of the leg she held herself up on, she found them and held on as he ordered. Just in the nick of time, because he slung her other leg over his shoulder, cupped her bottom in both hands and took on all of her weight. Then he dove back in, his thumbs parting her flesh as he devoured her. Giving all of herself over to him,
Anna
let her legs fall slack and tumbled headlong into ecstasy. He ate at her, every strong glide of his tongue, flicking strum and drawing kiss taking her further and further from reality. There was only
John
, touching her, loving her. His teeth gently clamped around her clit. He sucked at her, and the entire world simply disappeared in a wild burst of pleasure.

John stilled
,
waiting until the climax passed
,
and then he stood and quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving
Anna's
.

He came back to
her
, his lips taking
hers
once again, gently forcing
hers
open. His tongue delved deep inside. As much as his touch thrilled
her
,
she
wanted to touch John in the same way.

“
No
.”
His tone was hard, co
ntrolled as
her
fingers stroked the length of his full erection. John took
her
hands and held them above
her
head. He took his time touching
her
, kissing
her
, stroking
her
body until
she
begged him to enter
her
.

He grabbed his jeans and fumbled through the pockets until he found the little packet. The question in Anna's eyes had to be easy to read.

“I thought, well, it’s more like I hoped really.” He
opened the condom
a
nd quickly sheathed himself and then
she
was in his arms once more
and he
moved between
her
legs, his eyes still locked with
hers
.

Helplessly, she gave in, lost in the swirl of need and desire. Her hair finally gave up as well, falling around them like a curtain. His hand moved off her face, following the concave arc of her spine before sliding over the curve of her rear. He squeezed, sending a flash of white-hot sensation through to her slick sex. He traced the crease he found all the way down to her wet folds, teasing her opening with dipping caresses. She throbbed there, her sensitive flesh straining to take him in, practically sucking at his tempting touch but finding no reprieve. She needed him. Needed to be filled. Yanking back from his kiss, she braced a hand on his chest so she could pull at the button of his
jeans
. With a groan, he helped her, the two of them impatiently freeing his cock. He took hold of it, gripping the thick base to steady it for her. Need
demanded she fit herself over him, take him in and fill the emptiness, but greed demanded something else. A taste.

As if he could read her mind, he opened his eyes halfway, peering at her for a frozen moment. She stared right back, even as she lowered her lips and took the swollen head of him between them. Down she went, taking him all the way into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him
until he squeezed her hand.
Back up, slow, only to draw him once more into her mouth. It wasn’t the same kind of fullness she’d wanted, but satisfaction tingled through her as she again met his now-pumping grip. The stain of red on his cheeks and the near-glowing intensity of his eyes fed the hunger in her, made her move faster over him. She licked, sucking at the hint of fluid seeping from the head, tearing a guttural groan from him before speeding her pace to match his strokes. Soon, it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Needed him.

He didn’t question when she pulled him from her mouth. No, he help
ed
her
straddle
him. Swore virulently when the crown of his cock met the wet heat of her pussy and sank deep inside. Rocking on him, full of him,
Anna
became a being of pure feeling. Her hands settled on his chest, using him as leverage to lift herself up before sliding back to the hilt. Faster and faster she rocked, her need a clawing desperation.

He lifted onto one elbow, stilling her by looping his other arm around her waist and drawing her breast to his mouth. She cried out as he nipped at the hard point, licking at the sting before sucking deeply. She tried to move, tried to reach the peak, but the faster she moved, the slower he met her. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, but he refused to match her pace. Then, suddenly, he flipped them, fitting her beneath him. She gasped, blinking up at him, her heart stuttering at the intense heat in his molten gaze. All movement stopped, leaving her aware of his forearms under her shoulders, his hands in her hair holding her face still. Most of all, the sense of fullness, the hot intrusion of his cock within her, throbbing but not moving through her. Instead, it was nestled there, cradled by her body as if that was where he’d always belonged.

It was all she could do to breathe more than a shaky exhalation at a time, his stillness demanding she feel beyond the physical. His stare implored her. She was so fucking tired of crying, but unwanted emotion—love, pain, disappointment, heartbreak, need, even the joy buried beneath it all—rose and roiled inside her like a wave she couldn’t possibly survive.

Tears overflowed down the sides of her face and into her hair. Her hands, flat against his chest, curled into fists. “Don’t do this to me,
John
.”

“I have to.” He lowered his lips to hers, a soft almost chaste kiss that crumbled more of the walls she’d been so desperate to build. His hips rose, slowly, sliding him from her briefly before he stroked back inside. Another kiss, another slow rise and fall of his body into hers, and she sobbed against his mouth. “You need to feel this.”

“I can’t.” She arched against him, her belly sliding against his. She tightened her legs around him, desperate to turn this from an act of love to something she could ignore, but he wasn’t having it. He stopped, returning them to that terrible stillness. “Please,
John
! I can’t go back to
the darkness
. Not alone. Please, not alone.”

“You’re not alone, baby. I swear, you’re not alone.” He pressed deep into her, grinding against her clit and sending a wracking shudder of pleasure through her. He levered up, pulling back to thrust deeper still. “You’re never alone.” She stared up at him, unable to break that gaze as his thrusts increased, each one a full-length retreat and return, the width of him stroking her walls all the way around him, sending near-blinding waves of pleasure through her, but still she couldn’t look away.

“Don’t leave me again,
Anna
.” He panted, his dark hair catching the moisture on his forehead and flattening there. “I need you.” He did. For the first time in so long, she could see it there in his eyes. Not sexual need, though that stained his cheeks. No, this was deeper. The glimpse of his heart she hadn’t seen in so long. Afraid to believe, she reached up, brushing the wet strands of his hair back, looking as deep as she dared into those tormented eyes.