Seven Sexy Sins (24 page)

He frowned. “That’s hardly the point.”

“What
is
the point?”

“You’re…Faith,” he said simply, trying not to notice the way her taut nipples were tangling in his chest hair.

“You’ve only just noticed?”

“I meant, you’re my friend Faith. Dan’s little sister.” He sighed as she looked frustrated. “It’s one thing to help out a friend, it’s another to…to take advantage…” His voice tailed off as amusement grew in her eyes.

“You really think that’s all this is—you helping me out?”

“Um…”

“And you still think you’re taking advantage of me?” Her mocking gaze suggested the reality was quite the opposite.

He met her eyes. “Ah…” His brain was turning to mush because all his concentration was focussing in the place where she was stroking him. “Stop that.”

“No.” She pushed his hand away.

He was starting to get exasperated. How could he continue to act gentlemanly, with her best interests at heart, when she was being so damned provocative?

“What’s up?” She kissed his neck, letting her tongue trace over the point where his pulse was beating hard beneath the skin. “You think I can’t cope with feral Rusty?”

“Faith…” He put his hands on her hips to push her away, but she fastened her lips on his neck and sucked, and instead he instinctively pulled her closer.

“Stop trying to teach me,” she said, kissing up to his ear. “Forget about the contract, forget about the sins and Dan and our past and everything except the fact that here, in this room, it’s just you and me.”

He wanted her so badly. He was so hard it almost hurt, in spite of the fact that earlier he’d thought he wouldn’t be able to get another hard-on if she’d paid him.

“I don’t want to be your best mate’s sister, or your friend.” She ran her thumb over the tip of his erection to collect the drop of moisture that had formed there, and he groaned as she licked it. “I want to have all of you. The Rusty that all your other girls have seen. You owe me that.”

He hesitated. She didn’t realise he’d already given her more emotionally than he’d ever given to any other woman he’d been with. But he knew what she meant. She was aware he held back physically with her. He knew why he did. He was afraid if he gave her everything, they wouldn’t be able to go back. He’d already given her a hundred percent of his emotion—if he also gave her a hundred percent of his physical desire, he was afraid he’d scare her or hurt her, and then he’d ruin any chance they had of staying friends after this was finished.

He’d tried so hard to keep this whole thing light and friendly, to think of himself as educating her before sending her off into the world fully primed for whatever guy she ended up with. He realised he’d thought of himself as a friendly uncle—okay, a friendly perverted uncle—helping her out, rather than as an equal. Quite clearly, though, as they’d worked their way through the sins, she’d shown him she was very much more than his subordinate, and he realised he’d been arrogant and exceedingly idiotic to think the education had only ever been one way. And now she was tempting him to take that final step that, in his head, he considered a bridge too far for his role as Rusty the Teacher. It would confirm that actually he was crazy about her, and wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever known. And that wasn’t going to end well.

She took his hand that still rested on her hip and moved it to her butt, slid his fingers down between the cheeks of her ass. “I want you here. Will you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Faith…” He was losing it, and desire surged in him, stirring his blood.

She took his other hand and moved it down over her stomach, between her legs. “You see how much the thought turns me on?” She pushed his fingers into her incredibly wet, hot centre. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. I didn’t want to ask, but now I know you’re a bad boy…” She moved his hand up and down. “It’s time to let feral Rusty out, honey. I’m a big girl. I can take it.”

The dark craving nearly overwhelmed him, but he reined it in, pushing her away from him hard enough so she fell onto the bed. “A man can only take so much,” he snapped, his last stand at trying to keep the boundaries fixed.

He looked for the slightest hint of fear in her eyes, knowing if he saw any, it was all over, not knowing whether he was praying for it to be there or not.

But she didn’t look scared, and she didn’t cry out.

Instead, she laughed. “Is that supposed to scare me, you big pussycat?”

Completely nonplussed, he studied her, hands on hips, trying to ignore his erection as it strained toward her.

Rolling onto her front, she reached up and pulled down a pillow. “To bite on,” she said impishly. Hooking up one leg, she wiggled her butt enticingly at him. “C’mon Rusty. Make my day.”

He stared at her for a second. She was so gorgeous, with her skin turning silver in the moonlight, and her long hair lying across her shoulders like dark ribbons. And he realised he was fooling himself. Whatever he did with her this evening, they were never going to be able to go back to how they were. They’d overstepped the boundary on the first sin, or maybe it had been when he’d kissed her in the car. Or perhaps it had even been long before, that day she’d stood there in her bikini when she was fifteen, and for the first time he’d seen her not as the sister of his best mate, but as a young woman he’d wanted to kiss. It was always going to end this way. How stupid he’d been to think it could ever be anything else.

And now her ass was pale and round in the moonlight, and she was moving it so enticingly, he knew he couldn’t resist her. But if he was lost anyway, what did it matter? At least she was lost with him. Damn the future. All he had was here and now, and here and now, he wanted her.

He gave a short laugh and shook his head. “You are evil incarnate.” He climbed onto the bed and leant over her.

She sighed with relief. “Yep.” She raised her hips, brushing her butt against his erection. “Oh God, I so want that in me.”

“And you’ll get it.” He cupped her breast and began to kiss her ear. “You’re a tart, you know that?”

“Yes.”

He tucked a hand under her belly, sliding it down into her hair. “Floozy.”

“Oh yes.” Her eyelids fluttered as he stroked her.

He rolled her onto her back, took her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Hussy.”

“Only for you,” she sighed, tipping her head to the side so he could kiss her neck.

He planted slow kisses down her body, taking nibbles out of her as he went, and grazed her with his teeth until she wriggled beneath him. She wrestled her hands free and buried them in his hair as he sucked her nipples hard, and she groaned and raked her nails down his back in response. He kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth, and she arched up beneath him, dug her fingers into his hips, and rubbed her sex against his thigh, arousing herself. He slid his fingers into her, and she was hot, wet and swollen. He played with her until she couldn’t bear it any longer, and she caught his hand, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He raised his head and looked into her large brown eyes, the pupils so big they almost encompassed her irises.

Wordlessly, she rolled onto her front and looked over her shoulder at him, moistening her lips with her tongue.

His heart thundered, and he pulled down another pillow and placed it beneath her hips. Leaning over her, he tucked his arm beneath her breasts and kissed her neck. “Are you sure about this?”

She met his gaze. Something within her eyes made his heart miss a beat. They weren’t the eyes of the girl he’d known since she was twelve, the eyes of his best mate’s sister. They were a woman’s eyes. Hot, knowing, and raunchy as hell. The last of his reservations fell away as he looked into them and saw the depth of her desire, rising to match his, eclipsing any familial feelings he’d ever had about her.

She didn’t say anything. She kissed his lips, his shoulder, and down his upper arm.

Then, taking him by surprise, she bit him.

“Ow. Shit!” Pain shot through him, and then desire, like thunder following lightning. “You little…” With his other hand, he smacked her on the butt, hard.

She gasped, dipping her head toward the pillow, and before he could move his arm, did it again.

“Fuck.” He pulled his arm back and threaded his hand through her hair, tightening his fingers and pulling her head up. He turned her face so he could capture her lips and kiss her, but she bit his bottom lip, making him growl. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Right. You asked for it.”

“Oh yeah.”

Her complete abandonment was making his blood surge around his body. He took the tube of lubrication and squeezed some onto his fingertips. It was cold, and as he stroked her where she desperately wanted to be touched, she jumped and gasped. “Bastard! You could have warmed it up.”

“Serves you right for being shameless.”

She pushed back against his hand, staring at him over her shoulder with her dark eyes again. “For fuck’s sake, Rusty, get a move on. I’m desperate.”

Shaking his head, he spread the lube between her legs. Then he leaned over her and pushed a finger gently into her, making her gasp. “I’d even go so far as to call you depraved,” he whispered in her ear.

“You can talk.” She slipped her hands into his hair and yanked his head down. He kissed her deeply, his fingers slipping and sliding in and out of her tight opening. Small moans escaped her lips as his tongue slid in and out of her mouth, matching the pace of his fingers, and he couldn’t help but press his erection against her, aching with need. She moved her legs farther apart and opened her eyes, looking up at him with her beseeching dark gaze. “Now, love. Please.”

His heart thumped. Outside the window, a kiwi bird cried, and he could hear the crash of the waves on the beach. He moved on top of her, bathed in moonlight. She pushed her butt against his erection.

He closed his eyes briefly, but already knew there was no going back. He rubbed the tip of himself slowly up and down her wet, soft lips, lubricating himself all the way. Then he pressed himself against her.

Her body resisted, and he braced his hands either side of her. She moved her hips, nudging the tip of him. He pushed forward against her tight entrance, and then, in one smooth movement, he slid inside her.

They both gasped. He stopped moving and waited. He let her adjust, resting his head on her shoulder. She was so incredibly tight it took all his self-control not to come immediately. His hands curled in the bedclothes, and he had to breathe slowly, exhaling to calm himself down.

He opened his eyes and studied her. Her forehead rested on the pillow, and she’d closed her eyes. Was she okay? He went to withdraw, but stopped as he felt her hand on his thigh. She opened her eyes and met his gaze, and a beautiful flush spread across her cheeks. “Wow,” she said. She closed her eyes again, and moved her hips backward and forward, driving him in and out. “Just, oh wow.”

“Oh, Jesus.” He let her drive the pace, his head spinning from the incredible sensations she was arousing in him. She sighed so erotically, however, that he couldn’t stop his hips thrusting forward.

“Oh yes.” She buried her face in the pillow as he kissed her neck and bit her ear. “Oh Rusty, that feels so…fantastic.”

He shook his head, linked the fingers of their left hands, and held her hips with his right. “You like that?” he asked huskily as he pushed forward. His hand tightened on hers. “You like me screwing you up the ass?”

He was testing her—he thought she might gasp, blush or just say nothing, too shocked to speak. In reply, however, she lifted her head, glancing up at him, eyes dark, and spread her legs wider. “Oh yeah. Come on, Rusty. Fuck me senseless.”

“Whatever the lady wants.” So he did, finally giving in to his desperate urge to thrust harder. As he did so, she met each thrust with a push of her hips, matching his speed, crying out for more. And because he couldn’t shock her any more than she was shocking herself, he felt no guilt, no fear, nothing but affection and love for this immoral, sinful, beautiful woman who had seen his sexual darkness and was matching it with her own.

Her language became filthier, and when he slapped her ass in punishment, it only made it worse. So he did it again, whispering in her ear, “I take it back—you’re no lady.”

“No,” she panted, “You turn me into a whore.”

“I don’t think I have anything to do with it.” He slapped her again. “It seems to come naturally to you.”

“Maybe.” She brought his hand under her to squeeze her breast, and he tugged on her nipples until she quivered with need, until they were both hanging onto reality by their fingernails, overtaken by their dark desire.

He slipped a hand underneath her and slid his fingers inside her, which was so incredibly erotic he thought he was going to explode. Clearly she thought so, too, because she screwed her eyes and nose up, which indicated her orgasm was on its way, and then every single muscle in her body seemed to tighten around him.

“Oh fuck, Rusty!” She squealed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

And there was no way he was going to survive that. Hot, black desire swept over him. He tangled his hand in her hair, pressing her into the pillows. Crying out, he came inside her, thrusting hard, giving her a hundred percent of everything he had, and all he could think about was that he loved her, and if anyone else ever did this to her, he’d beat them to a pulp with a baseball bat.

When he’d done, he withdrew from her carefully and collapsed beside her. Immediately he drew her up against him, nuzzling her ear. Her face was still buried in the pillow, and his heart thumped, as, when she finally lifted it, tears shone on her cheeks.

“Babe?” He felt a stab of fear. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, rubbing her nose, and gave a short laugh. “You just blew me away, that’s all.”

“Come here.” He wrapped his arms around her. She curled up against him, wiping her tears away.

“Ten-seven,” she whispered.

“Yes. And you’re right. You
are
naturally naughty. I consider myself corrected.” He tightened his arms around her. She’d met him and matched him, taken everything he had to give, and seemingly enjoyed every minute of it. He felt overwhelmed with emotion, tired, sated, his eyes pricking with tears. He kissed her hair.