Body Shots (13 page)

“Oh God, Mac. I need you so bad.”

His voice turned hoarse with his own need. “I know, angel. Touch your clit now for me. I need to make you come. I want that pussy well-sated before you slip off to sleep.”

“I am touching myself there. Since you mentioned biting my nipples, I've been fondling my clitoris.”

He loved to hear her say the words, because he knew that she'd have to be mad with lust before she could. “Mmm, that's what I wanted to hear. Now, tell me how hard you want me to fuck you. Do you want it slow? Or would you plead for me to go faster?”

“Yes, I want it fast.”

“I want you to say it, Crystal. Tell me. Give me what I crave.”

His voice was a whip of demand, and she was helpless to defy him. “Damn you, Mac. I want you. Please, I need you to fuck me!”

“Christ, yeah. Anything for you, love, anything.” Mac pumped his dick harder, all the while sending her the exact image she had just requested.

He saw her in his mind on her hands and knees. His strong hands holding her hips still for his powerful thrusts. Her pussy squeezing him, milking him dry.

Suddenly, she cried out and Mac knew she was coming. “That's it. Fuck, yeah.” Mac pumped his cock once, twice, then soared over the edge with her. Christ, he needed her to be physically with him. He was desperate for her in that moment. He hoped she was imagining him there, in her bed, in her body.

“N-never have I felt anything like that,” Crystal admitted, her voice hoarse from her cries. “That was amazing.”

“I concur.”

“Did you come?” she asked, as if needing to know she wasn't alone.

“I was right there with you, angel,” he murmured.

Crystal lay atop her sheets, totally spent and relaxed. It was only as the afterglow from her mind-numbing orgasm started to subside that she noticed how quiet Mac had suddenly gotten. “Mac?”

“I'm here, angel.”

His answer seemed solemn, and she didn't like that, not after what they'd just shared. “Where did you go just now?”

“Just . . . thinking.”

Crystal was beginning to worry at his calm mood. “What about?”

“I was thinking that it never seems to matter what form our sexual games take, it always ends up the same way.”

“And what way is that?”

“I always end up wanting more. No matter what, I always end up craving you like a drug.”

“I hope you know it's the same for me,” she said as her eyelids began to get heavy.

“I've kept you awake long enough,” he said. “Sleep, angel. Call me when you wake up so I can have a good day.”

No way, not so fast,
Crystal thought. She did need at least one small thing confirmed before she let him go. “I loved what we just shared, Mac.”

“Good, because there's more to come. Now, rest up for me. You will need it for what I have planned for you.”

She sighed. “Sweet dreams, Mac.”

“Always sweet dreams of you, angel,” Mac replied as he waited for her to hang up. Just as the line died, Mac was smiling. He rose up out of bed and pulled on his clothing, then left his bedroom. He headed for his home office to get some work done. Because sure as hell he wouldn't be getting any sleep. Not in a cold, empty bed. He'd only lie there all night wishing Crystal was there.

 

Two days had gone by and all she'd gotten from Trent was text messages. When they did pin each other down long enough to talk on the phone, they'd chatted for hours. Before they hung up, Trent had wriggled a date out of her for the following Friday.

Now that the night had arrived, though, Crystal was a freaking nervous wreck. She paced her living room waiting for Trent. She was the kind of shaky, sweaty-palms nervous that she had never felt before. It had snuck up on her and she'd not even recognized what it was at first. But now here she was, worried and anxious about seeing Trent. She seriously couldn't remember a time when she'd felt this way. It made her defensive, and that was never good. A defensive woman was the equivalent of a cornered mountain lion.

When Mac had called her in the middle of the night, Crystal had let herself go, and it had been wonderful. She had
so
completely lost control and Mac had loved her so thoroughly that she was still feeling the vibrations from it. Her entire body felt alive tonight. He was an amazing lover, and the fact that they'd only been talking on the phone didn't seem to dampen it one bit, although it had left her wishing she'd said yes to him when he'd offered to come to her apartment. He had managed to charm her, to weave a kind of magic between them, binding her irrevocably to him. The frightening part was that she liked feeling bound to him.

Now she couldn't help wondering if he'd done it before like that with other women. She really, really didn't like that idea. As a matter of fact, just thinking of him doing that with another woman made her feel sad. She wanted that to be reserved for her alone. But she again had the nagging feeling that she was fooling herself into believing she was special to him and Trent.
Don't go there,
she told herself for the millionth time. She couldn't go down that road. She needed to keep a clear head.

Looking at the outfit she had chosen, however, made her cringe. Her mind might want to remain detached, but her body—and, more importantly, her heart—were telling her other things. The tight blue skirt was designed to send a man's libido into overdrive in six-point-zero seconds. Of course the silver “do me” pumps were the icing on the cake. Did she want answers, or did she just want him to ravish her?

“Okay, don't answer that one.”

“Talking to yourself, baby?”

Crystal spun around at the deep velvet sound of Trent's voice. How did he do that? He was the one and only man who had the ability to sneak up on her like that. It was eerie how silent he could be. She stood there, not speaking, and allowed him to look at her. He was his usual bold self, she thought, hiding her smile. His eyes moved like a lover's touch as they drifted slowly over her from head to toe. Obviously, Trent hadn't been the only man to look at her with heat in his eyes. There had been other interested looks from the opposite sex. She knew she wasn't horrible to look at, but there was something different about the way Trent stared. It made her feel beautiful.

From the very start, Crystal had wanted to please him. She knew he liked what he saw, but she had wanted more than physical pleasure with him. The easy teasing between them had vanished now. They both seemed to want something more tonight. He seemed to be the only man besides Mac who could see beyond her face. Something in his expression, his possessiveness, told her he knew it, too. He knew that what she felt for him was different.

With him standing so handsome in the doorway to her apartment, staring at her as if he had a right to her, what did she do? She melted. Like ice cream in the summer, she felt like she was quickly reduced to a mere puddle at his feet.

“Damn, you look good enough to eat, Crystal.”

His voice was a low growl, filled with aching desire. Crystal could see as well as hear the intensity in him. Everything in her screamed to tell him to come and sate his hunger, but she had to get them on track or the night would quickly disintegrate into an orgy of orgasms. She knew that look he got whenever he was aroused, and he had that look now, which only served to arouse her in turn. Enough was enough.

“Wait, I thought we were going on a date. What happened to that?”

Trent groaned, “And we will, I promise.” He moved closer and closed the door behind him. “But I see no reason to deny ourselves dessert first, do you?”

His smile was predatory. The man was lethal, that was all there was to it. She backed up a step, but kept her voice firm. “Do not come any closer.” Then she smiled up at him despite her resolve.

“God, you are so beautiful, baby.”

Her mouth parted to say something, anything, but he stole the words with a kiss.

He was so careful and restrained. As if he was afraid she would bolt if he let his passion have free rein. But she wasn't going anywhere. She wanted his excitement and his heat. She wanted all of it. She wanted him wild and untamed, the way she knew he could be.

With that in mind, she took control of the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth, tasting and licking at the wet warmth she found there. He groaned and slipped his own tongue between her soft pink lips, and she surprised him by sucking on it. Crystal felt the exact moment when his willpower evaporated. He pushed her backward and away from him. He stood stock-still, staring down at her, dark desire etched into the rugged features of his face. He looked untamed and dangerous, and Crystal felt a shiver run the length of her spine.

“You're playing with fire.”

She loved the gravelly tone of his voice; it gave her a hint of how turned on he was. She had done that to him. The thought enticed her further. “Good,” she said, a sexy siren's smile curving her lips.

“Don't tease me, woman. I want you too bad right now to be easy with you.” He looked around the room and asked, “Are we alone?”

She reached out and flattened her palm on his chest, directly over his heart. Feeling the fast, frantic rhythm made her own heart speed up, matching his beat for beat. “Yes. Mollie had a prior engagement. And I don't want you to be easy with me. I won't break, Trent.”

Crystal crossed her arms and grasped at the hem of her shirt, yanking it up and over her head. She watched as his eyes landed on her lace-covered breasts. His stare prompted her nipples to tingle and pull into tight peaks beneath the see-through fabric. Trent's eyes widened and darkened further, as if mesmerized by the sight.

Her hands went to her skirt next. She pulled the button free and slid down the zipper. He watched, unmoving, unblinking at her impromptu striptease, and it fueled her own internal blaze. She felt wanton and uninhibited. “Yeah, later we can eat. For now there are more important appetites to nourish.”

She let the blue skirt fall to the floor, then stepped out of it and away from him. He started forward, but she held him off by putting a hand between them. He frowned, pinning her in place with his questioning gaze.

“I want you, but not if you're going to hold back on me.”

She unsnapped the front hook of her bra and let the cups drift open. Her breasts spilled free and she cupped them both, but her own small hands weren't adequate to hold the plump globes. “What's it to be?” she asked, even while she kneaded the soft flesh. “The real you or some tame façade you think I need?”

Trent moved forward, stalking her. She was breathtaking, standing before him in nothing but her lacy panties and high-heeled shoes. Her dark, shiny hair spilled down her back, caressing her ass as she moved. His hands flexed, aching to grab hold of her curvy backside.

His eyes continued to feast even as he gave her his answer. “I have no choice now. I'm beyond reason, Crystal.” Her eyes widened when he seized her hips and pulled her forward. She lost her balance and tipped forward, landing against him. “I want you so bad it hurts.”

Crystal wanted to shout out her triumph at his words. She flung her arms around his neck and nestled her pelvis into his growing erection. “I want you even more, I'll bet.”

Her words were husky, and it made Trent want to rip off his pants and drive himself into her. He held himself in check—just barely. He didn't want to come at her like some wild animal. He wanted to please her first. He wanted to hear her come apart, just for him. Shout out a climax, just for him.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you right
now
. You're on dangerous ground, little girl, and there's no going back.” His face was a harsh mask of need as he murmured, “First things first, though.”

Then he dropped to his knees in front of her and rubbed his face against her soft, firm belly. He loved her belly; the skin there was as soft as a baby's, and it made him acutely aware of the difference between them. Where she was soft and supple, he was hard and immovable.

Trent wrapped his arms around her and cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing just as he'd wanted to. He effectively held her still while he played with various other parts of her precious body. “You're so goddamn sexy, baby.” He reached between them and pinched her nipple. At her whimper he growled, “I could come in my pants just staring at you.”

He looked up at her and saw the blush that stole into her cheeks. “You knew I'd go nuts over those fuck-me pumps, didn't you?”

She nodded shyly at his crude words, and he smiled wickedly up at her. Trent slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties and said, “Most of all, I love these delicate little panties, red being my favorite color and all. But they're in my way.”

Not wasting another second, he gripped the lacy material in his hands and ripped. Crystal's startled intake of breath prompted Trent to demand, “You wanted the real me, Crystal. This
is
the real me. Still think you want it?” He held himself rigid as he waited for her to answer. If she denied him he would stop, but it would kill him.

Crystal wasn't sure if she knew what she was doing. But she did know that she trusted Trent. She couldn't lie to herself anymore about that. “I do want you.”

Trent released a breath he hadn't even known he was holding. His voice was harsh when he said, “Spread your legs for me, then. Show me how much you want me, Crystal.”

She did as he commanded. There was no possible way she could deny him. Trent touched a finger to the dark spirals at her cleft and she nearly exploded.