Surrounded by Pleasure (5 page)

Throwing on a smile, he looked over at Krista. “Of
course. I’d be happy to escort you.”

Then she smiled back, and he knew he was totally fucked.

* * * *

Krista felt weak staring at those killer dimples.
Gawd,
she was a mess. She’d just wanted
to get away from the man pawing at her and the other one staring at her so hard
it was as if he were trying to coax her over to him through sheer will alone.
She didn’t even know how to feel about the sexy silent one. She felt like
Goldilocks trying out the three bears. One brother was just too intense, the
other was too forward, and the other didn’t seem to want anything to do with
her. Of course that one was the one who seemed to get her engine running. Maybe
it was her sense of self-preservation that drew her to him. There was no doubt
in her mind if she invited one of the other two up to her room, he’d take her
up on the offer. But for some reason, she felt safe with Toby. Like she didn’t
have to anticipate where his unwanted hands would land or worry if he’d burn
holes in her with his unnerving stare. Even though he didn’t seem too thrilled
with her, she was relieved it was him and not one of his brothers walking her
to her room.

“Thanks,” she breathed, stepping away from the table.

He walked around and joined her. But as they walked out
of the dining room, Krista could see how rigid his shoulders were. He didn’t
engage her in conversation as they walked down the hall, solidifying her theory
that he didn’t want anything to do with her. After experiencing the unwanted
attention from his brothers, Krista knew Toby’s behavior should’ve been flattering.

She was quickly finding out that it was not.

She was attracted to this man, but he didn’t seem to
reciprocate. Maybe she should just bite the bullet and make the first move.
Just the thought of coming on to him made her feel queasy. She was not some
temptress. If she made a pass, she’d probably just make a fool of herself
instead.

But she wasn’t getting any younger, and all the thoughts
she had before coming out here—thoughts of finally having wild monkey sex, or
just having sex, period—flooded her mind. So what if she made a fool of herself?
She’d never see Toby again. And if she were desperate enough to lose her
virginity down here, she could always tap one of his brothers. An involuntary
shiver attacked her with that ugly thought. It seemed that as soon as she
looked at Toby, no other man would do. Okay, she wasn’t going to think too much
on that! But she needed to get this man talking if anything was ever going to
happen.

“H-How do you like working with your family?”
Lame-o question. But too late to retract it
.

“I like it just fine. Nothing special. I hope with the
purchase of the Caldwell Tree Farm we can get more permanent help to do the
labor-intensive stuff and me and my brothers can take on more of the business
aspect of the operation.”

He sounded so sexy, too. And, oh Lord, his smell was
something right out of a woodsman catalogue. Her hands trembled being this
close to such a strong, virile man. “That’d be good. I mean being able to do
more work in the office. What kind of cologne are you wearing?” she blurted out
and then stifled a groan at her awkward behavior.

He paused, and she looked up at him. All the way up into
those gorgeous blue-green eyes. “Um, I’m not wearing any.”

“Then why do you smell so good?” She covered her mouth on
a gasp. What the hell was wrong with her? She was so not good at subtle
flirting. Maybe next she should just throw her dress over her head and ask him
to play with her pee-pee.
Lord have mercy
.
At least they were standing outside her room, so she could run and hide now.

He chuckled, leaning into her space, and all thoughts of
awkwardness fled, being replaced with very naughty ones. What was it about this
man that made her heart go pitter-patter? She looked away, trying to rein in
her raging hormones. But when she felt something against her hair and heard a
soft moan, she yanked her head back in Toby’s direction just in time to see him
lean away, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were a mixture
of melt-her-panties heat and mortification. Confused, she reached up and
touched her hair, feeling a slight dampness at the spot.

“Did you . . . Did you just lick my hair?”

He slowly shook his head, keeping his eyes on her as he moved
his hand away from his face. “It was standing up, so I smoothed it down. My
hands are just sweating.”

The thought of him fixing her hair gave her a tingling
feeling in the pit of her stomach. Why, she didn’t know. It was such a small
thing, but he did it for her. And the confession about his hands sweating only
comforted her because it meant he was nervous, too, and he didn’t mind telling
her he was. He made her feel comfortable.

He made her horny.

Knowing she’d regret it if she didn’t do something, she
stepped forward and brought her hands up to his cheeks, stroking his face
gently. “My hands are sweating too, see?”

He grabbed her wrists, and she thought he was going to
push her away. But he just stood there, his eyes searching hers almost
frantically. Then with a groan he released her wrists, buried his hands in her
hair, and crushed his lips to hers, kissing her with a sense of desperation she
didn’t quite understand but didn’t bother trying to figure out. All that
mattered was he was kissing her and he tasted even better than he smelled. His
tongue licked her seam, and she was all too eager to open up for him. The feel
of his tongue rubbing against hers was her downfall. Her knees buckled, but one
of his arms shot around her back and grasped her waist, which kept her upright,
as his other hand stayed in her hair to hold her head for his assault on her
mouth.

She moaned, unable to process all the emotions roaring through
her, and that needy sound seemed to fuel him on. He backed her against the wall
by her bedroom door, and he fumbled with the knob. Once he got it open, he
lifted her like she didn’t weigh anything and carried her into the room while
never stopping his kiss. He kicked the door shut as her feet found the floor
again, only to find herself being backed up against the side wall.

He softened his kiss, his mouth sipping at hers as his
hands landed on her hips, caressing her, gentling her, and she felt her pussy
flood with her juices. God, she was ready for this. All these years not
thinking about when she’d ever have sex, and now she couldn’t wait. Because it
finally felt right. She wound her arms around his neck and fisted her hands in
his hair. Kissing him back with as much passion as he was kissing her. Then his
lips left hers, and he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down her throat. Her
hips thrust forward of their own volition, and she came in contact with his
hard cock. Gasping, she couldn’t help but want more, so she reached down and
grabbed him through his slacks.

He groaned, thrusting into her touch. “Fuck, Krista, you
don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He grabbed the sleeve of her dress and
tugged, pulling it along with her bra strap, exposing her breast. “Sweet
Jesus.” He swooped down, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

She moaned, her head falling back as he feasted on her
breast while tugging her dress on the other side, releasing her other breast.
As he kissed, nipped, and licked one nipple, he pinched, tugged, and rolled the
other one with his fingers.

Krista had never felt something this intense, feeling
Toby’s mouth and hands on her, listening to his grunts and groans as he gorged
on her body.

She released his cock and heard him whimper, but she
wasn’t planning on neglecting him for long.
Oh,
no.
She wanted skin on skin. She yanked on his belt as he switched his
mouth to her other breast. She gasped as she felt the air hit her wet,
sensitive nipple and then moaned as his fingers raked over it gently while his
mouth ravished her other one.

After she unfastened his belt, she unbuttoned his pants
and drew down his zipper, the rasp of it one of the sexiest sounds she thought
she’d ever heard before. Until the guttural groan that escaped Toby when she
wrapped her hand around his pulsing cock.
That
was the sexist sound she’d ever heard in her life! Knowing she was giving a man
this kind of pleasure before sex was one hell of an ego boost. She stroked him,
using his leaking moisture to slicken her movements, but as she worked his
cock, her pussy was clenching on nothing, aching to be penetrated. She rocked
her hips back and forth, seeking contact, and he didn’t disappoint. When his
mouth left her breast and found her lips, his leg shoved between hers, and she
gasped into his mouth as she rode his thigh.

“That’s it, baby,” Toby murmured against her lips. He was
gathering her dress up with both hands, and with sudden nervous energy, she
squeezed his dick and pumped him faster. He grabbed her wrist, stilling her.
“Slow down, little vixen. I don’t wanna come yet.”

Her heart was pounding and her body trembling as his
finger slid under the edge of her panties. He found her wet and ready for him.

“Fuck, fuck, Krista. You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he
groaned, kissing along her neck, and thrust his dick into her hand. She started
stroking him again as she gasped at his intimate touch. So good, so damn good.
But with her heart going a mile a minute, she frantically wondered if she
should say something to him about her inexperience. As he rubbed around her
clit and slid down to her opening, she couldn’t help but squeak as he gently
prodded her entrance.

“I’m a virgin,” she blurted out nervously.

He instantly stilled, panting on her neck. Then he leaned
back and looked into her eyes. “What?”

Heat suffused her cheeks. “I-I said, I’m a virgin,” she
whispered, unable to find her voice.

He swore then pulled his hand out of her panties, so she
automatically let go of his cock. Not looking at her face, he gently pulled her
dress and bra back up, covering her. Then he stepped back, swallowing
convulsively, and tucked his dick back in before zipping up and buckling his
belt.

Finally, he looked at her as he took another step back.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten carried away like that. Please forgive me.”

Too stunned to say anything, she just watched as Toby
turned and left her room.

Chapter Four

Smooth move. That was all Krista thought about as she’d
tossed and turned last night, then throughout her shower and late breakfast
this morning, and now sitting in the office she’d be sharing with Mikaela for
the next month at least. Blurting out her virginity status during the height of
passion was a rookie mistake. She should’ve just suppressed her nerves and
allowed Toby to pleasure her without any kind of disclosure. It wasn’t like she
still had her hymen, so he wouldn’t have had to experience breaking through her
barrier. No, she’d had to turn to taking care of herself over the years, so
that little piece of tissue had long been obliterated thanks to the wonders of
modern sexual technology and the glorious privacy of the Internet.

Trying to focus on the task at hand, Krista flipped
through case files and organized them into various piles, identifying ones that
could be quickly resolved and others that needed immediate action taken because
those required long waiting periods for the other parties to file responses
within their statutory time frames. She’d work on those cases first. The other,
less-pressing ones could be handled later.

As she shuffled through the documentation, reading and
preparing the appropriate motions, answers, and other pleadings, she did her
best not to think about one tall, tanned, brown-haired, and blue-green–eyed
hottie who gave her more pleasure in those short, few minutes last night than
any man had ever given her. Hell, even more pleasure than she’d ever given
herself, and she hadn’t even climaxed! Toby’s deft hands were calloused but
tender, and his kiss . . . oh, Lord, could that man kiss! He tasted of whiskey
and raw sexual desire. His tongue had done things to her mouth, her
breasts
that sent jolts of need right to
her core. She’d love nothing more than to pull her panties down and shove his
face right between—

“Good morning, girl. Sorry I’m running a little late,”
Mikaela said as she came barreling through the office door, clutching a cup of
coffee. “Why is your skin all red? Are you hot? I can adjust the thermostat if
you want.” But she gave her a knowing look, and Krista felt herself blushing
harder.

Oh, great.
She probably looked like she’d
rather be getting laid when she should be focused on her work. No more thoughts
of Toby and his tongue! Krista shook her head and gave Mikaela a tight smile.
“No, I’m fine. Just trying to weed through these cases.”

It didn’t look like Mikaela bought her answer, but to
Krista’s relief, Mikaela sat down and started explaining her calendar and what
needed the most attention. Krista was pleased when Mikaela praised her after
realizing she’d already identified the more-pressing work and had started on
those. Then they’d spent several hours working—Krista on Mikaela’s existing
caseload and Mikaela on the phone with the
Caldwells
’ attorney, getting answers on the
news Thomas had shared last night. Krista got so into her work groove she’d
figured Mikaela had forgotten about the look on Krista’s face when she came
into the office this morning.