Addicted to You (20 page)

Taut, fluid friction at its finest, Rill thought mindlessly as he moved his mouth over her thrusting breasts, relishing in firm flesh, kissing, licking, biting . . .

Devouring.

She clutched at his shoulder with one hand and his head with the other. Her moans and catchy sighs were like an audible intoxicant. Rill dug his finger into the dense, supple flesh of her ass, sending a silent command for her to ride him more strenuously. She responded immediately to his touch, reading his mind, her cries of arousal piercing through the wild tattoo of his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Sweet, tight, vibrant, wild . . .

“Katie,”
he groaned, his voice muffled against a soft breast. He used his grip on her ass to pound her down on his cock with increasing force and rapidity. His heartbeat amplified until he distantly wondered if he’d pop a blood vessel.

He’d die an ecstatic man, he thought grimly. His arm muscles felt as if they’d rip clean through his skin, they flexed so hard as he fucked Katie for all he was worth and Katie returned the favor. He existed in a world of taut pleasure, fueled by the sexy sounds of Katie’s cries, the vision of her breasts bouncing rapidly before his seeking lips, the sound of their skin smacking together . . . faster, faster, faster . . . until the edges of his vision went black.

He stilled her frantic hopping in his lap and held her in place while his mouth closed over a nipple. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her captive against him. He sucked hard, triumph mingling with soaring lust when he felt her body shudder in his embrace and the walls of her pussy clamping and convulsing around him.

His cock lurched viciously inside her. Her nipple popped out of his mouth. He roared as he came.

It felt so blessedly good it hurt, but this pain was different from what he’d suffered last night. Tonight he experienced the pain of total surrender.

He’d thought he was lost when he’d staggered blindly into Vulture’s Canyon more than a year ago, but Rill had been wrong. That’d been a mere detour, a bizarre drop down the rabbit hole.

Lost? He hadn’t known the meaning of the word until he’d died a small death while he was buried, hard and fast, inside Katie Hughes.

Thirteen

She finally caught her breath and found herself draped over
Rill’s body like a heated, melting confection. Her face was pressed near the hairline on his neck, her lips against his ear. His scent pervaded her—sweat, soap, musk and some unnameable fragrance that reminded her of the hills and green fields, as if all the rugby tackles of Rill’s youth had hammered the fresh smell of grass subtly into his skin.

She pressed her mouth to his hairline and wetted the tip of her tongue with his sweat. She’d never known a man to show so much raw, focused strength during lovemaking. Now that she was no longer in the intoxicated throes of orgiastic pleasure, the memory of his power amazed her . . . awed her.

She dropped her head and glided her lips over a perspiration-damp shoulder, giving the hardworking muscle its due. When she bit, she found his flesh dense and succulent.

His cock twitched inside her. Katie felt his hand move and grasp the hair at her nape. With a sense of growing wariness, she straightened at his silent bidding and met his eyes. Her lungs began to burn as he pinned her with his solemn stare.

“Now it’s done,” he said.

She exhaled with a gasp at the sense of finality in his tone. It’d been as if he’d just spoken after they’d committed a murder together. She thought of the way he’d criticized her there in the kitchen, of his mixed desire and repulsion in regard to her.

“No, don’t . . .” She whimpered in protest when he lifted her off his cock.

“I had to. The condom.” He grimaced, and Katie realized his withdrawal hadn’t been any more pleasant for him as it had been for her. It was a small consolation. Her spirits rallied slightly, however, when he pulled her closer until she straddled his lower belly and the tips of her breasts pressed against his chest. He opened his hand along the side of her head, and Katie was once again stunned by his largeness. He cradled her entire skull so effortlessly.

She glanced up at him. What was he thinking? Her hand rose and she mirrored his hold on her, furrowing her fingers through his dark, silky hair and palming his head.

“I know you aren’t happy about it, Rill,” she whispered.

His nostrils flared slightly. “I don’t know what I am about it. You scramble my wits, Katie.”

She looked away, mortified by the memory of what he’d said in the kitchen.
Everyone has got to drop what they’re doing when Katie Hughes blows into a room like a sexed-up whirlwind. What are you trying to prove, tempting a man until he goes and does something he’s bound to regret?

“But like I said,” Rill continued gruffly. “It’s done. There’s no going back now.”

He nudged her slightly and Katie responded, swinging a leg over his body. Her heart seemed to sink like a stone to her belly as she watched him stand next to the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” he mumbled.

She realized he was flushing the condom. In the seconds of his absence, she began to feel uncomfortable . . . exposed. Rill made her feel beyond desirable when he was hot and aroused, but when he wasn’t, she couldn’t help but feel that he found her disappointing somehow.

Inadequate.

She heard the bathroom door open. Her eyes popped. He was returning. She was completely naked, but still wearing her Kit boots. She reached to whip them off, but it was too late. Rill’s step was just outside the door, and she didn’t want to be found fumbling around clumsily on the bed. She hastily pulled her long hair around her shoulders and drew up her knees. Her heart found the wherewithal to begin beating out a rapid warning in her ears despite all the hard work it’d done in the past hour.

Rill stepped into the room, a long, breathtaking landscape of brawn, sex and naked skin. His short, dark hair was tousled and sticking up at odd angles, just the way she liked it. The whiskers darkening his jaw looked sexy as hell, and had felt even more so slightly abrading the tender skin of her breasts. He started to reach for his bedside table and gave her a quick glance.

He froze, his hand outstretched.

Katie’s eyes widened when she saw the way his brows drew together. This situation sucked. What was he thinking? She had no freaking idea what to expect from Rill in that awkward moment. She had no clue what she was supposed to do. Try to knock some sense into his thick skull? Get up and leave? Scream in frustration over his stubbornness?

He pulled on the drawer, reached and withdrew something. He dropped a box of condoms on the table. It sounded like a small bomb exploding in Katie’s brain. He stood by the side of the bed, naked and magnificent, and examined her through narrowed eyelids.

“I told you not to look at me like that, Katie.”

“Like what?” she asked edgily.

“Like you think I’m the big bad wolf or something. You’re the one who started this. Why’d you cover yourself?”

“I . . . I wasn’t sure what—”

“I told you,” he interrupted quietly. Katie wished she could identify the expression on his face. She wished she wasn’t flailing around in confusion like a newly blinded person. “It’s done. You started this. There’s nothing left for it now.” A small, bleak grin pulled at his lips. “I’m going to wear you out, Katie. Now . . . move your hair.” His eyes flickered down over her body. Did his gaze stick on her boots for a split second? He glanced back up to her face. “Please,” he added gruffly.

Katie managed to shut her gaping mouth. “Are you still mad at me?” she asked cautiously.

He seemed to consider and shrugged. “Every time I think about you trying to cut your hair off I feel like turning you over my knee again. What the hell were you thinking, Katie?” he asked, incredulity and his accent heavily spicing his tone.

What t’ hell were you t’inking, Kai-tee?

A flash of indignation straightened her spine. “What should you care if I cut it off? You’d just told me you hated it.”

“
Hate
it? I never said I hated it. It’s the most beautiful mess of stuff I’ve ever seen in my life,” he scowled. “I
love
your hair.”

Katie stared in shock.

“I may love it, but I want it out of the way at the moment,” he said as he placed one knee on the bed and looked down at her, waiting. His posture struck her as thrilling for some reason . . . dominant and possessive. Katie sat up and swept her hair around her shoulders. His nostrils flared as he raked her body with his gaze. Katie noticed that his long, flaccid penis lengthened and swelled slightly. When she looked back at his face, she saw that he’d been watching her examine him.

“Lay back, Katie.”

She leaned against the pillows slowly. She trusted Rill implicitly, but this determined, hard side of his character that she’d discovered upon arriving in Vulture’s Canyon confused her. What should she expect? She’d already allowed him unprecedented liberties with her person. He’d restrained her, spanked her . . . owned her. Katie’d been restrained before during sex; she used to have a boyfriend who fancied handcuffs upon occasion. But it’d been just a mild stimulant, evoking nothing even remotely similar to the sexual arousal she experienced in submitting to Rill’s demands.

Consequently, she might have been watching Rill as he came toward her on hands and knees
precisely
like he was the big bad wolf.

He straddled her, his hands a few inches from either side of her head. Even though he was on his hands and knees, he covered nearly her entire body.

He slowly started to lower over her, his eyes rapt on her face. Katie’s breath caught in anticipation when his warm flesh brushed against her nipples, then molded against her ribs and belly. He pressed her into the mattress, holding her captive beneath his weight. And in a million years, she’d have never guessed what Rill would do next.

He kissed her softly . . . no tongue . . . just brushing, questing, firm lips. He sandwiched her lower lip between his, then the upper; he molded her to him and taught Katie the miracles that could be evoked from a concentrated focus of nature and a talented mouth. Her body softened and heated beneath the power of that kiss. He nipped at her lower lip and then slicked the tip of his tongue over the spot, as if to soothe her.

She stared up at him between heavy eyelids when he stopped. His penis had stiffened along her thigh and hip.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for days. I keep dreaming about it,” he admitted gruffly. He looked at her lips, his eyes glittering blue crescents beneath heavy lids. “Your mouth ought to be outlawed. Every time I think about how you got so good at giving head, I think I might break something. That’s right, open up,” he rasped when she prepared to protest.

His tongue slid between her lips. Her indignation vaporized beneath his heat. He explored her thoroughly and leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world despite the growing ache at Katie’s core and her increasing focus on the smooth, stiff rod of his cock pressing against her thigh. Rill didn’t seem entirely unaware of it, either. Every once in a while—far too infrequently for Katie’s desire—he shifted his hips slightly while he devoured her mouth, getting pressure on his balls and stroking the heavy column of cock against her skin.

Perhaps the thing that got her craziest was that Rill allowed her free rein over his body while he melted her with his kiss. Katie greedily detailed strong back muscles, discovering every ridge and indentation between bones. For a taut, delicious minute she tangled her tongue with Rill’s while she squeezed his ass. She couldn’t help but remember the hundreds—no, thousands—of times she’d coveted Rill’s ass in a pair of jeans. Now that ass was hers, she thought as she tested the dense muscle gently with her fingernails and then filled her palms again with curving, dense flesh; she couldn’t get enough of the sensation. No wonder he could fuck with such a sublime mixture of control and force when he had these powerful muscles to do his bidding.

Rill growled softly in her mouth when she pushed down on his ass, pressing his erection tightly against her skin. It might have been a sound of warning, but Katie continued, greedy for her fill when he’d denied her in their former electric but too-brief encounters. Her fingertips explored curiously in the furrow beneath his buttocks, liking how Rill’s muscles tightened and his kiss became more demanding.

After several moments of this sensual torture, Katie’s bones felt like they’d been liquefied right along with her pussy. She became desperate, pressing her mons against Rill’s hard body to get an indirect stimulation on her clit. It struck her as both satisfying and unsatisfying at once. Rill paused in his wicked stirring in her mouth when she twisted her upper body beneath him, stimulating her aching nipples against the crinkly hair on his chest.

He lifted his head. Katie’s eyelids opened sluggishly, hating the sudden absence of his upper body and mouth. He put his hands on her waist and slid her down on the mattress several inches, breaking her possessive hold on his ass.