Wilde Thing (13 page)

“Liz,” he said, his voice a deep, husky growl.

She ignored the warning in his tone; she obviously wasn’t done tormenting him. Lowering her head, she curled her tongue over the broad head of his sex, then licked and nibbled her way up and down his shaft, giving his cock the attention she’d promised earlier. Slowly, leisurely, she lapped off the caramel, savoring the taste of him with small, appreciative sighs and moans that made him writhe beneath her. Just when he was certain
he was on the verge of going insane, she finally parted her lips and enveloped him in the wet heat of her mouth.

His nostrils flared, and savage lust reared within him as she took him deep, working his thick, solid member with her lips and tongue and the slick fingers wrapped tight around the base. She brought him to the brink of an orgasm, then eased back to let the wave of sexual tension ebb before starting in on him again.

His entire body shuddered with a fierce, roaring urgency, stunning in its intensity. He couldn’t ever remember being the lucky recipient of such intense, all-consuming need. He’d had his share of blow jobs before, certainly, but no woman had ever enjoyed the act as much as Liz. She took her time, delighting in the act, luxuriating in his scent, his texture and responsiveness. She skillfully drew out his moment of fulfillment, as if his pleasure was directly linked to her own.

Her tongue swirled one last enthusiastic time; then she
sucked,
at first gently, then harder, stronger, devouring him all the way to the back of her throat in long, rhythmic strokes of her mouth. He exhaled a hiss of breath, and his arms flexed in an instinctive reaction to reach down and thread his fingers through her hair. The abrupt movement only served to tighten the stockings around his wrists and reminded him that she was the one calling all the shots.

He was under her complete power and command.

His stomach muscles clenched, and he dug his heels into the mattress, panting to keep his climax at bay. He wasn’t going to last much longer. “If you don’t quit
now,
I’m gonna come,” he managed hoarsely.

She didn’t stop, and he couldn’t either. The last thin thread of his control shattered. His hips surged upward as she drew him to completion with her hands and mouth, sending him soaring on the wings of an awesome, shuddering orgasm that left him weak and wasted.

He finally came back down to earth to the wonderful feel of Liz making her way back up to his chest with more languorous licks and insatiable nibbles and kisses. Her knees straddled his ribs again, and her bottom rested lightly on his stomach. Her breathing was ragged, and she looked down at him with eyes dark with passion and a hunger as raw as the one she’d just satisfied in him.

“Untie me so I can touch you,” he said, wanting to give her what she needed, too.

She shook her head, a few wisps of hair that had escaped her clip brushing against her flushed face. She looked thoroughly aroused and incredibly sexy. “I’m not finished with your fantasy yet.”

He couldn’t imagine it getting any better, but he wasn’t about to argue, not when he was certain that watching her would restore his stamina for a second round.

Picking up the plastic bottle of caramel, she drizzled a ribbon of the golden syrup over the tops of her breasts, and he stared, mesmerized, as the liquid trickled down to her quivering nipples, then beaded into tiny droplets that he ached to catch with his tongue. Holding his gaze with her own, she cupped her breasts in her hands and massaged them with the smooth, glistening caramel. She circled her nipples with her slick fingers, plucked at them, and gasped and shivered as the tips puckered tight.

Steve’s blood sizzled in his veins, and he increased the stakes of their fantasy the only way he could—verbally. “Lift your breast to your mouth and lick off the caramel,” he said huskily, and when a rare bout of uncertainty made her hesitate, he pushed the issue. “Do it.”

This time, she fulfilled his request with more confidence. Sliding her hands beneath her full breasts, she raised her nipples to her parted lips and tentatively flicked her tongue across one of the crests, then the other. Her
eyelids half closed, and she licked at the caramel again, her tongue gliding slowly, sensuously across her sweetened skin and lapping at the engorged tips.

“Suck them,” he ordered gruffly, his cock stirring back to life as she played out a very erotic male fantasy: watching a woman pleasure herself.

She caught a nipple between her lips, grazed it lightly with her teeth, and suckled the swollen peak into the depths of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she grew bold and wanton, her lips and tongue and fingers playing across her breasts until that stimulant no longer seemed like enough, and a whimper rolled up from her throat.

His mouth watered, and he cursed his inability to use his arms to pull her down to him. “I want to taste, too.”

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned down, arching her back so that her nipples brushed across his lips. He caught one in his mouth and suckled the delicious caramel from her skin and laved her with his tongue. She moaned fretfully, squeezed her thighs against his sides, and abruptly sat up again, seemingly caught up in her own sensual gratification.

Her head fell back, and her hands moved over her body of their own accord, skimming down her torso, smearing the caramel sauce over her belly and along her inner thighs. Her sticky fingers traced the pouty lips of her sex, then slid through her damp curls and into her wet heat.

With a soft moan, she stroked herself, and Steve gave a low growl of frustration because he wanted to be the one pleasuring her. The rumbling sound made her glance back down at him again, and a soft, sinful smile curved her lips as she removed her hand from between her thighs and touched her damp fingers to his mouth. Eagerly he parted his lips and accepted her offering, licking the flavor of caramel and her essence off her fingers
and using his tongue and teeth to arouse them both all over again.

He continued to suck her fingers, and she moved on him restlessly, her taut, creamy breasts rising and falling as she breathed rapidly. Her hips gyrated and rocked against his torso in an attempt to increase the pressure and friction against the neediest part of her.

He wanted her so badly, to taste
her
and be the one to make her come. And with his arms still secured above his head, there was only one way to get what he desired and to give her body the release it was clamoring for.

He released her fingers from his lips for more carnal pleasures. “Come up here, baby, and ride my mouth,” he rasped.

Her hot, dazed eyes registered his erotic request—a little bit shocked and a whole lot turned on. His mind spun as she eased her body upward, spread her legs wide, and knelt astride his head, giving him uninhibited access to her lush sex. She wrapped her hands around the brass bedposts to steady herself, and he slid his wrists up, entwined their fingers, and bound her hands to his so she couldn’t escape or move very far.

For the moment, she was his, and he reveled in the capture and her submission as he had his wicked way with her.

She shivered as he nuzzled and kissed the inside of her thigh, whimpered when his breath gusted over her wet, delicate flesh, moaned when he finally tasted her with a slow, deliberate lick, and cried out as he swirled his tongue around her clit and gave her body what it ultimately craved.

Her fingers tightened around his, holding on while he took her greedily with his mouth and drank in the scent and taste of caramel and feminine desire. Both were incredibly sweet. His tongue was hot and aggressive, ruthless and demanding, unfurling deep and stroking and suckling with insatiable, rapacious hunger. Another
thrust of his tongue, and a lusty moan ripped from her as the force of her orgasm shoved her over the edge and she climaxed in wild, exquisite abandon.

He didn’t let her go right away. He lapped at her more slowly now, dragging out her pleasure, forcing her to endure, to ride out her release until the last small spasms jerked through her spent body and she was left gasping for breath. He released her hands, and she slid back down to his side, their skin sticking together from the drying caramel.

She reached up and unknotted the nylon from his wrists, setting him free, then looked down into his eyes, a contented smile on her lips. “That was incredible.”

He brought his arms back down, and the cramped muscles along his shoulders relaxed. “Ummm, mind-blowing,” he agreed, though after that outstanding performance of hers, he was hard and raring to go again.

She dropped a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, her gaze dancing with gentle laughter. “Amazing,” she countered playfully.

He grinned at her delightful, engaging mood and searched for a word to top hers. “Fun.”

She skimmed her fingers down his chest and came away with a dollop of caramel, which she promptly sucked off in a very provocative way. “Tasty, and very messy.”

“That was the best part.” He loved her blissful enthusiasm and that she wasn’t afraid to be daring and messy when it came to sex and exploring fantasies. Adored the way she enjoyed her body so much and reveled in his as well.

She lifted her splayed hand from his belly and winced at the gooey syrup adhering to both of them like glue. “Fun and all that aside, I think we both need a shower.”

He chuckled. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he
said, and grabbed a condom from the nightstand on their way to the bathroom.

He wasn’t done with her yet. They might have just eaten dessert, but the main course still awaited.

L
iz stood with her back beneath the hot shower spray and sighed as Steve soaped up the front of her body and washed away the remnants of caramel with luxurious sweeps of his big hands across her wet skin. He’d insisted on being the one to bathe her, and she’d let him do the deed for the most part, because after three years of devoting herself to her business it felt so good to be pampered for a change.

Through the steamy vapors swirling in the shower stall, his slumberous eyes latched on to hers, his dark, freshly washed hair finger-combed away from his handsome face. “Feel good?” he asked as his palms kneaded the slopes of her breasts and his thumbs lazily circled her ultrasensitive nipples.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed, and because she couldn’t stop herself from touching, too, she trailed her fingers up his muscular arms, deliberately taking the time to trace the tribal band around his biceps before continuing along his broad shoulders and down his muscled chest. He felt deliciously warm and sleek, exceptionally hard in all the right places, and she savored his virile strength even as he brushed his hands along her pliant body so gently, so eloquently.

While the sex they’d just indulged in had been hedonistic in many ways and undoubtedly erotically charged, this was foreplay at its finest, she decided. He’d washed her hair as soon as they’d stepped into the shower, and massaged her scalp with his long, strong fingers. Now his caresses were slow and languorous as he smoothed the fragrant lather along her belly and between her thighs to wash away the sticky syrup, then down her long legs. His unhurried exploration was designed to relax and arouse, and he did both exceptionally well. She felt boneless, yet every one of her feminine nerve endings hummed in renewed awareness.

He turned her around and let the hot spray rinse the suds from the front of her body while he pushed her wet hair out of the way so he could lather up her backside. She braced her flattened palms on the tiled wall for support as he applied a skillful pressure to the taut tendons running along her shoulders, and she groaned in praise of his talented, sensual hands soothing her overworked and exhausted body.

“How did it go tonight at work?” he murmured, using his thumbs to loosen the tension along her nape.

Did he really expect her to think with a clear head while he bestowed such lavish attention upon her? Apparently so, and she did her best to switch mental gears from pleasure to business. “Actually, it went well. I was able to talk to Roxanne tonight, alone.”

“And … ?” he prompted, his fingers working their magic down the muscles bisecting her spine, his firm touch spreading goose bumps along her flesh.

She closed her eyes, shivering as his palms slid over her hips and his big hands curved over her buttocks, squeezing and kneading her bottom. “Roxanne’s been with The Ultimate Fantasy for about four months now, so she knows a bit about the fantasy parties.”

“Does she go to them?” He easily nudged her feet farther apart and slipped his fingers along the crevice
between her legs, grazing the swollen lips of her sex before retreating again.

She swallowed a moan at that teasing caress and managed a shake of her head. “No. Roxanne’s not interested in being one of the ‘party girls,’ as they’re called. She did remember Valerie when I mentioned her name, but admitted that she never hung out with her because she wasn’t really her type,” she said, trying desperately to keep her mind on the conversation she’d had with Roxanne and ignoring Steve’s shameless attempts to distract her. “She gave me the name of another operator who Valerie was apparently friends with. Trixie Lane, but Roxanne didn’t think that was her real name.”

“Probably not.” He readjusted the shower head so the water poured along her back in a fall of sensual heat, and he chased the soapy suds down her spine with his palms, leaving her skin satiny-soft and clean from head to toe. “Sounds like she’s the next person we need to get into contact with.”

She gasped as his parted lips skimmed the side of her throat and his tongue licked the moisture beading on her skin. His breath was hot, and her nipples puckered, tingled, aching to be caressed by his hands, his mouth. Again.

And still, she found the words to speak. Just barely. “Unfortunately, Trixie is now strictly one of the party girls and doesn’t do the phone sex bit anymore, because of the money she’s making on the parties. So, the only way we’re going to be able to find her is to get invited to one of the parties and go from there.”

“Then tomorrow night we turn up the heat on our phone calls,” he said, nuzzling just below her ear, then nibbling on her lobe.

She automatically tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck as the spray of water continued to drizzle over them. “Any more heat and I’m going to go up in flames.”

He chuckled at her double meaning and stepped closer, aligning her back to his chest. A muscled arm slid around her waist, and he pulled her bottom to his groin so that his erection nestled cozily between her thighs. His free hand played with her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples, causing her to suck in a sharp breath and wriggle against him. His fingers strummed over her stomach, slid through her slick folds, opening her so that rivulets of water teased her clitoris, and his shaft glided along her tender, swollen flesh from behind.

Her entire body pulsed, and another orgasm beckoned. She wasn’t at all opposed to letting him take her this way, but she grabbed his hand to stop his alluring assault. “I want to come with you inside me this time,” she whispered. “And we don’t have a condom here in the shower.” Despite her curiosity about his being so adamant about using his own protection, she respected his request to use a condom at all times.

He eased his hold on her but didn’t let her go. “Damn, you sidetracked me,” he muttered against her neck.

She laughed, accepting his excuse, but knew they needed to finish their conversation about The Ultimate Fantasy before they moved on to more pleasant diversions. “You were talking about turning up the heat on our phone calls.”

He exhaled, seemingly regathering his thoughts. “As I was saying, we need to take our conversations to the next level,” he said, scattering soft kisses along her shoulder as if he couldn’t help himself. “We’re both going to express interest in wanting to meet one another in person, and let’s hope that Antonio jumps on that and decides you’re worthy of being a party girl, and I’m worthy of being invited to a party.”

His plan was the next logical step in finding her cousin. “It’s been almost a week since Valerie’s been gone.” The statement slipped past her lips, more somber than she’d intended.

He gently turned her around to face him, and the water cascaded over her shoulders and down her curves. She experienced a moment of vulnerability that had nothing to do with her naked body. Physically, she was all his in every way, but it was the raw emotions working their way up to the surface that made her feel so exposed to him. And as a man so in tune to her, he seemed to sense that change within her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and gently brushed a wet strand of hair off her cheek with his fingers.

The warmth and compassion in his touch lingered, wrapping intimately around her heart, urging her to divulge her personal thoughts. “I’m just feeling frustrated and worried about Valerie.” And more and more resentful that her cousin had put her in such a predicament. And then there was her own damnable guilt and sense of obligation that was nagging at her conscience and pushing her to such extremes.

The genuine caring reflecting in his striking blue eyes was nearly her undoing. “We’ll find her.”

She needed to believe him, and the evidence he’d uncovered and followed up on so far backed up his reassuring claim. “It’s as simple as a phone call from Valerie if she’s off somewhere having a good time with this Rob person, but Val isn’t known for being courteous. The part of me that’s frustrated just wants to say to hell with all this crap, but then I think of my aunt and uncle, and I just have to know that she’s okay. They’re the only family I have.”

“I know,” he said simply and with understanding. “As soon as we get Rob’s last name, I can put a trace on him, and I’m sure, wherever he is, we’ll find Valerie with him.”

“I hope so.” Her voice trembled, another show of emotion that slipped past her barriers.

He stared at her for a long moment, then cradled the back of her head in his hand and brought her mouth to
his for a slow, soft kiss, as if that physical contact was the best way he knew how to comfort her.

His method worked like a charm, because he made her forget everything but the glorious, desirable way he made her feel. She opened to him, clung to him, and when his warm, damp tongue slid into her mouth, she greedily accepted it.

Her heart beat so erratically beneath her breast, she was certain he’d be able to feel the wild tempo against his chest. Thick, hot steam built around them, and the moisture from the shower made their skin slippery, erotically so. His breathing roughened, and the kisses deepened, grew more urgent and evocative. He backed her up against the warm tiled wall, ruthlessly pinning her there with his hard, muscled body. His palms slid down her sides, and he grasped her bottom in his hands and ground his hips against hers, his solid, unmistakable erection causing a wet, silken friction along the lips of her sex.

She shuddered and held on to his shoulders, her need for him becoming a tangible thing, strong and powerful and nearly overwhelming in its intensity. She wrenched her mouth from his, panting. “Steve … I need you inside me.”

“I need to be there, too,” he uttered in a low, gruff timbre, and his words thrilled her.

Shutting off the water, he grabbed her hand, pushed opened the stall door, and pulled her out with him. Water dripped from their bodies onto the floor mat, and he reached for the towel hanging over the brass rack. But instead of drying them off as she expected him to do, he laid the fluffy towel on the vanity and hefted her onto it, cushioning her bottom from the cold, hard surface.

He pushed her knees wide apart and moved in between, the hands splayed on her thighs branding her. His eyes were dark and hot as they took in her wanton
position and her dewy, quivering breasts. He lowered his head, his lips parting for a nipple, and he sucked her deep inside, his mouth hungry, his teeth nipping, his tongue soothing.

She threaded her fingers through the soft, damp strands of his hair and groaned as his lips burned a path across her jaw, along her throat. “Steve, no more teasing.”

He let her go just long enough to reach across the vanity for the condom he’d brought into the bathroom with them and quickly sheathed himself. “Lean back and brace your hands on the counter behind you,” he ordered.

She did as he asked, and realized the position tilted her hips and gave him better leverage. He caught her knees in the crease of his elbows, spreading her legs wide for his possession. She was primed and ready for him, and the tip of his shaft unerringly found the entrance to her body, pressing in a teasing, tantalizing inch when she knew there was at least six more to go. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him forward, and with a low, guttural growl he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Buried his cock into her tight warmth with one long, purposeful stroke that stole her breath.

He didn’t give her much time to recover.

“God, you feel so damn good,” he muttered, and began to move within her, withdrawing and plunging in hard, fast, rhythmic thrusts that had her instantly unraveling.

A wave of uncontrollable passion rolled over her, demanding her surrender to this man who was such an intimate part of her. Her thighs trembled, and her inner muscles clamped around him as her climax hit. Ecstasy, pure and sweet and so seductive, swept over her, through her, and in a sensual rush of sensation she came, shuddering and moaning his name.

“Yes,”
he hissed, and tossed his head back, his jaw clenching. The muscles in his arms flexed, the ones in his abdomen rippled, and with one last deep surge his entire body shook as he gave himself over to his own scorching orgasm.

“I think Steve has a new girlfriend.”

Steve had just taken a bite out of his meatball sandwich when his brother Eric decided to toss out that casual comment, making it fodder for discussion as they ate lunch at their favorite pub before heading off to the golf shop to pick out their father’s birthday present. Since his mouth was full, all he could do was glare at Eric for bringing up Liz in Adrian’s presence.

“A new girlfriend? Really?” Always interested when it came to the subject of women, Adrian, the youngest of the Wilde clan, jumped on the bit of gossip with the same enthusiasm that compelled him to skydive out of airplanes at fourteen thousand feet in the air. “Spill the details, Stevie.”

He swallowed and washed down the bite with a drink of cold beer. He figured the best way to handle the situation was to give as little information as possible. “There’s nothing to spill.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be so uptight,” Adrian drawled, riling Steve the best way he knew how. “Is she hot?”

“Definitely hot,” Eric said, looking much too smug as he shared his opinion with his brother.

Finished with his sandwich, Steve wiped spaghetti sauce from his fingers as he lifted a brow Eric’s way. “What are you doing checking out Liz when you’ve got Jill?”

Eric shrugged unrepentantly. “It’s hard not to notice that Liz has a great set of—”

“Don’t say it,” Steve said, cutting off his brother’s remark with a deep, feral kind of growl.

Adrian snickered as he ate a forkful of potato salad, enjoying the exchange.

“Eyes!” Eric clarified, feigning such an appalled look that anyone would think he meant differently. “I was going to say she has a great set of eyes. They’re a fascinating shade of green. Geez, what did you think I was going to say?”

Steve wasn’t even going to go there, and he shot Adrian a look that told him not to share his own colorful answers to Eric’s question, either, or he’d be dead meat.

“So, Eric’s met this woman of yours,” Adrian said, his tone thoughtful and curious. “Is it serious between the two of you?”