Words of Lust (22 page)

He nodded and when their waiter appeared, he asked for the check and gave the guy too big a tip, but he didn’t want to wait another minute before getting her home and naked and getting his mouth on her.

She looked dazed as they hurried home. He decided it was a good look on her. So hot and horny and desperate for him she couldn’t think straight.

He kept his arm possessively around her waist as they left the restaurant. His cock demanded attention, but he took a moment to glance around and check out the cars parked along the side of the street. There was no one hanging around, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. Jason Bourne, indeed. Then again, there was always another bad guy after Jason. After another visual sweep of the area, he shook off the weird vibe and returned his focus to Serafina and hurried her back to the loft.

Upstairs he stripped her naked and told her to lie down on the bed. Then he did something he’d wanted to do since the day he met her. He took out four ties and told her to close her eyes. The moment he started tying her wrist to the bed frame, her eyes flew wide open.

“Trust me?” He finished the knot and held up the remaining three ties. Her eyes were wide and glazed with lust. She looked from him to the ties and licked her lips. Then she nodded.

“I trust you.”

“Then let’s get to the good part, shall we?”

He had her spread-eagle in no time and he watched as just the restraint made her pant with excitement.

He did a little striptease for her, and stroked his cock as he crawled toward her on the bed. She watched his hand move up and down and she looked hungry. He loved that look on her face, and loved that his cock turned her on. Because every damned thing about her turned him on.

Then he lowered his face to hers. He kissed her once, briefly, tantalizing her. Then he slowly moved down her body, savoring, worshipping her with his mouth. He sucked hard on her nipples until she was twisting beneath him and then he tweaked them roughly. Placing kisses across her abdomen, biting the soft swell of flesh at her belly, he got closer and closer to the promised land of her pouting, pink pussy. When he dropped his face there and bit gently on her thigh, she whimpered.

“Damn but you smell so good.” He rolled his tongue between the puffy lips of her cunt and grinned. “Taste great too. I’m suddenly starving.” He pushed his face closer and used his tongue to tickle her clit. Then he shoved it as far into her as it would go. Using two fingers to hold her open, he could see the lush, rosy flesh. Flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit, then moving to lick her slit, and then pushing his tongue into her to savor her wetness, he took his time driving her mad. She was pulling against the bonds holding her spread for him. He got an evil satisfaction out of driving her closer and closer to coming and then backing off. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, knowing the rough calluses made her crazy. When he slid one finger out of her, slick with juice, and pushed it down, farther, and inserted it into her ass, she started moaning.

“God, Nick, I can’t stand it, please!”

“You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“Sorry. I’m taking my time. That’s the fun of bondage. I can do anything I want to you. I can keep you on the brink all night long. Until you can’t see straight.”

“God, you’re sadistic.”

“Better believe it.” And then he went back to feasting. His own lust was driving him now, though, and he ate at her roughly, biting and nipping at tender parts, pulling on her clit and sucking it hard until her legs started to tremble. Then he put his mouth over her and sucked hard again and again. He pushed two fingers up her ass and the combination of his teeth on her clit and his fingers pushing into the tight hole sent her flying. She writhed on the bed, screaming, coming so hard that she flooded his mouth. Roughly he punished her ass with his fingers, feeling her tighten. Her orgasm was monumental. Everything was quivering and her moaning screams were music to his ears. He kept her going. Kept bringing her back and pushing her over the edge again and again until her body shook with it.

When he wiped his mouth and got up and untied her, she never moved. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and slack, and when he touched her face and she opened her eyes, they were unfocused.

“Wasn’t that fun?” He leaned over her and kissed her deep, letting her taste herself on him. Then he pulled the blanket over her and watched as she drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

Smiling, he poured himself a glass of wine, turned on some music and watched the sun set while Serafina slept in his bed.

* * *

“Let’s try and relax for a little bit. We’ll have a glass of wine and go to bed and we can talk more in the morning. For now I want you to just snuggle on my lap and make me feel all macho and manly. What do you say?” She’d dozed for an hour and now they had an entire evening with nothing to do but relax and, if he was extremely lucky, hit the sheets so he could enjoy her again.

“Sounds like the perfect way to end the evening.” She walked into his arms and held on tight and he hoped she was able to feel a bit less unsteady and insecure. God knew it had been a week from hell for them both but they’d overcome everything fate threw at them and now they were working toward something special and incredible.

“Get settled on the couch and I’ll get you a glass.”

“Thanks.”

While she’d slept, he’d put on some workout pants and flip-flops. Now he toed off his sandals and filled up their glasses and then settled down next to her on his giant sofa. The thing was big enough that they could lean back, lying next to one another, and he coaxed her leg over his as he handed her the glass. She smelled good, like sex and Serafina. He sipped the wine and used the remote to turn up the soft, soothing jazz.

“This is lovely. Who is it?”

“David Sanborn and Dave Grusin. It’s the soundtrack from an old Michelle Pfeiffer film,
Tequila Sunrise
.”

“Very nice. It almost feels warm, like we’re on a beach.”

“What kind of music do you like? I love jazz.” He waved a hand at the absurdly large collection of blues and jazz CDs that filled one wall. “But I like most any kind of music.”

“Me too. My favorite is classical because it’s what my father loved. I’ll loan you some of my CDs if you want. I listen to
Scheherazade
over and over. It just sweeps me away. And the
Brahms Requiem
. There are also some beautiful operas that are very dramatic. I think you’d like
Samson and Delilah
and
Carmen
. Almost like action adventure films set to music. Lots of lust and death.” She gave him a wry grin. “But I like old rock and roll, too. My mother liked seventies folk rock and she kept all her old albums. We played them constantly and we used to dance around singing Carly Simon songs in our bare feet. My father always said we looked like we were in the throes of a St. Vitas’ Dance. I’ve got all of the albums and her old turntable stored out at the beach house.”

“I’d love to get a look at them.” He smiled, thinking their love of music was yet another wonderful thing they had in common. For a few minutes they simply sat, listening to the smooth jazz recording and sipping wine.

“Do you want to watch the news or anything?”

“No. I’m enjoying the quiet. I don’t think I have any focus left after what you did to me. I may not survive your bucket list. Just talk to me. How’s Cara doing? Your mom didn’t say.”

“She’s home, but going crazy that they’re still keeping Angelina for another week or so. Nothing major, just little setbacks the doctors have told us are perfectly normal. Rocco’s working on changing his travel schedule so he’ll be home more, at least until Angelina’s home and settled and Cara’s over her anxiety about the baby.”

“What about Gia?”

“I haven’t talked to her since the hospital. She’s still avoiding me. A lot like another frustrating woman was doing all week.” He took a sip of wine and watched as she did too. Even without makeup or fancy hair, just sitting in his lap, drinking wine, she had an innate and appealing grace. Now that they’d gotten past so much, the simple joy of having her in his life was all he needed to be satisfied.

“What do you think will happen with this kinky trio she’s got going on?”

“You know what I think. She’ll stick with it, or it will get old and tired and she’ll move on. But I think she’s a brave, tough girl to buck society, so my money’s on her. Maybe when you’re talking again you can ask her why it feels right to her. It might help to understand her a little bit. I’m hoping you haven’t spilled the beans to your parents.”

“Like I want them to have conniptions?”

“Your mom might surprise you. But I expect your dad is like every other dad when it comes to their daughter, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out the shotgun.”

“I don’t think he’s got one. He’s got a Louisville Slugger, though, and a mean follow-through.”

“Well, she can’t hide forever. Maybe you’ll even run into her one of the times you’re picking me up. But even if you don’t, I can put in a good word for you and tell her she needs to talk to you. I’ll swear you’re not going to chain her in the basement or anything.”

“Don’t give me ideas. How’s the other class going? Your gulag lit course?”

“Not bad. I’ve had to do a little adjusting of the professor’s curriculum and I’m going blind from reading to get up to speed, but so far I’m holding my own.”

“Those Russian novels must be what was in that big duffel of yours.”

“A bunch of them, yes. I guess it was all those long cold winters with nothing to do but drink vodka and write depressing stories.” She took a sip of wine and smiled again. “And of course I’ve got the entire canon of Miller and Nin with me at all times. For reference purposes, of course.”

“You can check out my set by the bed. Look for the highlighted parts.” He kissed her and indicated her empty glass. “Want more?”

She’d finished her wine, and he was pleased when she smiled, a little tipsy, and held out her glass for more. He wanted her relaxed enough to get a good night’s sleep. He wanted to put their fight and two days’ worth of drama behind them. He’d certainly done his part to wear her out and he was nice and relaxed. He refused to worry about Boxer. In the morning he’d get on the phone with Berto and Mac and see what they could come up with. He’d focused solely on her since they’d repaired things, but the sooner they had a plan in place, the safer she’d feel.

On the other hand, he would only be able to relax when the psycho was locked up and she was safe. Not before. He’d learned just how much she meant to him. He had her now and he wasn’t going to lose her.

When they’d finished the wine and the quiet of the night surrounded them, he took her to bed. The secrets she’d shared made his heart ache for her, but they also made him determined she would get it through her head that she wasn’t alone anymore. Foolish girl, to think he wanted a baby maker instead of a lover and companion. He had Cara to thank for that, feeding her the perfect excuse she needed to hightail it away from him and not have to face life head-on. Once he’d convinced her, he’d dragged her to bed and reminded her how good they were.

Now, coming down from those high emotions led to soft, sweet, gentle sex. He wanted to cherish her and couldn’t stop touching her, kissing her. They slowly stripped, stopping to caress and explore. Her eyes were wide and luminous and his heart swelled at the hopeful expression she wore. Even when he slid inside her, feeling that incredible, welcoming heat, she smiled softly and clung to him. Wild abandoned sex was replaced with a physical communion that left him feeling as though they’d forged a bond that went beyond enjoying one another’s bodies. Later, holding her in his arms, he was filled with a contentment he’d never experienced before. She was nestled against his side, dozing, and didn’t see the tear that oozed from the corner of his eye before he wiped it away. It wasn’t just that he loved her. She was right in his world. Perfect for him. As the clock ticked, he simply lay there with her in his arms, thankful they had overcome the hurdles and he had managed to redeem himself.

* * *

They got off to a late start in the morning, but he wasn’t the least bit sorry. He couldn’t resist making love to her as she was just waking up and again in the shower. There was nothing he suggested she wouldn’t try. And he certainly wasn’t complaining now that she’d started doing the asking.

While they were doing their bit for the environment and conserving water, she took advantage of the opportunity to get down on her knees and the sight of her tongue as it peeked out to swipe across the head of his cock made him weak.

“Do you know, before you, I’d never done this.” She glanced up at him with a wicked little grin he was coming to love. She swirled her tongue again around him and closed her lips on the tip. “Does it feel good?” At his groan, she took him deep in her throat, pulling back to look up at him with shining, mischievous eyes. Her lips were moist with precome and saliva and when she licked them, he almost came right then.

“Stupendous. But if you do that one more time I won’t be responsible for my actions. A man can only stand so much.” He was breathing heavily and he still worried about pushing her too far, too fast.

“I want you to come in my mouth.”

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.”

“I want to.” She blushed, which made him hotter than ever. The way she’d blush and look down but smile that secret smile that said she was imagining her own list of naughty deeds. The way she wanted to please him and explore. Sometimes she would still stumble over the dirty words, and her eagerness caused a serious twinge somewhere in the vicinity of his heart. He was madly in love with this crazy, shy, brilliant beauty. And it was the best feeling in the world.

“Happy to provide the educational experience.” The last words were a groan as she took hold of him and slid him between her lips, caressing the base of his cock with one tight fist. She licked, she sucked, she teased the slit with her tongue and rubbed beneath the head in that sensitive spot that made him want to explode like a rocket.