Billi Jean (22 page)

But all of that didn’t mean he didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted this. This woman, who kissed him back so sweetly. His battle for control disappeared, and only she existed. She was so desirable she killed him. Her lips were so lush they had to be softer than any rose ever created, and her mouth was pure, warm honey on his tongue. She made him want things he sure didn’t deserve, but he wanted. Her. Susan. She could ease him from battle readiness to life readiness.

And he could keep her safe. And protected.

She needed it. She needed it badly if she was so frightened she’d slept in a U-Haul on a deserted piece of land in Montana. He pulled up slowly from the delicate touch of her lips, watching her long lashes flutter open. “Well, maybe once you have the wood stove going, the place will be homier, huh?”

Slowly, she did that cute hair behind the ear thing that made him hot as hell. Everything about her made him hot as hell.

“Goddamn, you’re so beautiful. I need you,” he finally told her. His interrogation might not have gone so well, but the chances of sex were looking good. Her eyes darkened, and she made that small sound in her throat before tipping her head up.

“Do you? Done with the interrogation, Major?”

The little witch. Laughing, he pulled her up against him by that cute ass, crushing all her lush curves to his hard body. “Nope, just starting to dig, baby. Come here. I’ll be real gentle. Real, real gentle,” he added when his cock rubbed against her mound, jerking between them when it got close to where he wanted to be.

“Oh, Russell. God, I think you need to rename your bad boy.”

He chuckled and sucked on her neck. “Oh, yeah?” He wasn’t sure what he was dying for more, her pussy or her sassy comeback.

“Slugger? Batter up?” She would have gone on but he kissed her, stilling those perfect lips until they were both breathless.

“Tease. You’ve got him all ready for ball—let’s go.”

She giggled, but kissed him with as much heat as he could want. He tugged at her flannel pants and, thank God, they slid right off and there were no panties in sight. That was good. Real good. He kicked his sweats off in record time and she practically jumped him. “God, I want you. Goin’ fast.”

“Oh, fast? Have we done that yet?” She nipped his chest. He gripped her hips and held on.

“Goddamn, behave with that, baby.”

She curled her hand around his cock, sliding up and rubbing the head like a pro.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby. Let me in.”

“Gently, Russell,” she breathed, no doubt a bit overwhelmed with the speed of this. Or the size of him. His cock was a dusky red, it was so ready to feel her.

He slowed his ass and cock down.

Worried blue eyes met his and he kissed her gently, rubbing the head of his cock over her wet pussy. She was so open and trusting. And wet.

“Real gentle, baby. You set the pace, then.”

“Oh, I get to be the driver?”

“Witch.”

She laughed low and sexy.

He’d never had sex like this—teasing, fun, with him heavy and aching. He slid the swollen head along her wet folds and soaked in her low moan of pleasure.

“Come here, baby.” His voice was husky with lust. Her nipples were hard points under her shirt. The sight nearly had him ripping her shirt off to get his mouth on her. Instead, he picked her up and nearly broke the sound barrier getting to the couch. He tossed her down on it because he knew she’d laugh, and followed her down.

She did laugh, and hit him when he landed on his knees in front of her.

“Easy there. No whippin’ the horse before you even start, baby.”

She fell back and gave him a view he knew she wasn’t aware of, especially since she was still laughing. She was spread out like some dessert. Her breasts were full and ripe, pink-tipped and already beaded for his mouth. Her thighs were open, long and silky smooth around his hips. And, between them, a pretty pink pussy glistened. He wanted to taste her. Needed to taste her.

“Come here, you, stop torturing me.” He slid a hand down her body, from her delicate collarbones down past her plump, rounded breasts, lingering over her pink nipples before sliding over her silky ribs and flat stomach to brush through her soft blonde curls. “You ever think of taking these pretty curls off, baby?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

She was wet and soft, and when he slipped a finger in she arched her hips, her blue eyes darkening. Rising up on her elbows, she sat up straighter and hugged his shoulder with one hand to watch him, her breathing coming faster.

He nearly came. She was blushing, but watching his fingers as he dipped in, thrusting lightly along her inner walls. He knew he’d found that little spot to make her wild when her eyes darkened and her lips parted on a gasp. It was such a turn-on, touching her and having her watch.

“Imagine you all bare and open, baby.”

“You mean waxed?” she asked, leaning forward, seeking his skin. She brushed hot kisses over his chest and neck, the hot pants of breath enticing him to bite down on the column of her slender throat.

“Yeah, bare, soft, and ready for this…” He had to taste. He bent down and licked her inner thigh as a warning before he moved on to her lush folds.

She curled her fingers in his hair, but didn’t stop him. He doubted he could have stopped. She was so wet and hot on his tongue that he fisted his cock, stroking himself as he licked her sweet cream. She tasted like heaven and sunshine. He’d never been one to go down on a woman, but, God, he’d dreamed of this last night. She was so sweet and passionate and all his. Just thinking that had him nearly coming.

He met her dark eyes and she bit her lip.

“Goddamn, you taste so good,” he told her, and licked her little clit with the flat of his tongue, sipping her addicting taste afterwards. “I could lick you all day, baby, and still need more. So damn sweet, like honey.”

Her breasts quivered at his words and she began moving her hips against his mouth. He saw her gaze drift down from his face to his mouth and his balls grew tight. She was bold and beautiful. She groaned and bit her lip again, eyes clouding with passion.

“No, watch me, baby, watch me,” he urged her. He was close, wanted her to see how hot she made him as he brought her to climax. Eyes widening, she gave him a jerky nod and tightened her hold on his hair. Taking that as a sign to keep on going, he pressed his tongue into her sheath, diving in to taste her as deeply as he could while he palmed her mound, pressing down with the heel of his hand where he knew she liked it.

Susan cried out and surged up against his mouth. “Russell… Oh, right there… There… Oh, please!” She cried the last as a low moan, her eyes bright with passion.

He suckled her softly, running his tongue lightly over her clit a few more times before he pressed the little bud against his lips and drew on her gently. She called his name in a sexy whisper and wrapped a slender leg around his neck. He drove two fingers inside her soft sheath and twisted to hit her spot. Her leg clenched around his neck and she wailed his name, coming with a suddenness that drove a spike of lust right through his body.

He couldn’t take it.

“Inside, baby, I need inside.” He spread her legs and gently, gently slid his aching cock into her pink, hot pussy. She was still climaxing, tightening and flexing around his cock as he worked himself inside her. He had to fist his hands on the couch for fear of hurting her as he worked himself into her. She was so hot and tight around his cock, he was groaning to stop his cock from exploding instantly.

“More. God, I need more, baby.”

“Yes. Oh, Russell!”

In and out he stroked, taking a bit more each time, working his cock deep. Sweat broke out all over his body. His stomach cramped. He was close. Her taste filled his senses, driving him insane. Crying his name, she arched her hips sharply, her breasts quivering with her frantic breath, and he knew the end was near. His balls drew up and he had to bend down and suck on one of her nipples before he hit his orgasm. She wailed his name again and he knew the battle was almost over.

His balls were on fire. Her cries were making it impossible to hold back, and he finally sank hip deep. With another sexy cry, she dug her nails into his arms and he lost the battle. He came with a shout, nearly crushing her as he frantically pumped his hips, fucking her as long as possible as he gushed until he saw stars. His seed, her womb. God, it was so primitive his whole body shuddered with the combination of pleasure and possession.

“Yes, oh, God, yes, Russell, yes.”

“Susan, baby, Goddamn, yeah,” he grunted as she came around his cock like a fist. Her soft hands trembled down his back and she dug her nails into his ass.

“Holy shit. Yeah, do that baby, do that.” His climax shot higher at those little pinpricks of pain and he jerked deep inside with a low shout.

Chapter Twelve

Russell was breathless and boneless when he could finally see again. And he was crushing her. She was breathless, too, still moaning lightly. Rubbing his jaw on her soft face, he heard a truck engine and froze.

“That sounds like—” He tried to move back, but Susan dug her nails firmly into his ass and groaned softly.
Holy shit.
She was still climaxing, soft little contractions around him that rippled up and down his cock.

 Oh, God, please… Don’t move,” she whispered, sounding sexy. Her voice was husky, demanding, and he wouldn’t have moved if the head of the Columbian drug cartels had walked in. She might hurt him worse than
they
ever had if he left her tight little body. Gritting his teeth, he felt another burst of semen shoot out and experienced a ripple of an orgasm, starting from his cock and ending in his toes, then travelling back up.

“Yeah, wildcat, you’re driving me crazy.”

She sighed his name and fell back on the couch with her arms above her and her soft thighs open to him. He groaned and dipped down to kiss one little nipple, running his tongue around the tight point. She was hot and flushed from such quick, mind-blowing sex.

Her blue eyes fluttered open and she reached up to touch his chest. Not passing up the chance, he leant down, digging his dick deeper, and took her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “Baby, you are in such trouble.”

She sighed into his mouth, making his heart tighten and his cock jerk. Wiggling, she wrapped her arms around him. “Oh? I’m so scared. Trembling.”

He laughed, running his hands up her ass to cup her hips. “You liked fast, then?” Giving her one more squeeze, he moved back on his heels to slowly pull out of her tight heat. A rough groan escaped him as his cock slid free, all wet from her. His semen trickled from her pussy and he groaned again. He loved that. He spotted a little red strawberry mark from his mouth on her pale thigh, marking her as his as much as his semen.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” She laughed and he met her blue eyes, loving how warm and well-loved she looked. When she didn’t respond he repeated his question. “You liked hard and fast, baby?”

She reached up and stroked a hand over his chest and down to his stomach. “Oh, yep, I liked fast. I liked your lips, too, Russell.”

“Ah, baby, not as much as I liked tasting you.”

She blushed. “Did you?”

“Like tasting you? Hell, yeah, did you miss how much I liked it?”

She shook her head and covered her face with both hands. She was cute as heck doing that. For some reason, her shyness had him ready to go again. He wanted to take his time, savour her and make her beg for a little release, until he showed her what kind of an orgasm he could give her if she held back. He grinned. Susan did not like holding back. She rushed headlong into her orgasms and, with her, he guessed he did, too.

He heard a truck door shut. He curled his arms around her hips and lifted her up in his arms with a suddenness that startled Susan.

“Russell. What are you doing?”

“Truck.” No one else was seeing her like this. Only him.

“Well, the door is shut. It’s not like they can get in, Russell.”

“Did you want to have company in your birthday suit?”

She grumbled something not very flattering, but he got her in the bedroom and kissed her before setting her down. “Stay here. I’ll go and see who it is.”

He had an idea who it was, and wasn’t too happy about that.

“This is my house,” she told him, walking right back past him, butt naked. He was certain he didn’t want anyone seeing that cute ass but him. He was more than certain. He took off after her, but she was fast and sneaky. She shut the door with a squeal, and by the time he got it open and down the short hall she was tugging her flannels on and had her shirt already over her head. Amazing. But no bra? No way was she going to the door like that. She glanced down at his hips and he suddenly realised
he
was naked. And aroused, and she was now dressed.
Hell.

“Yes? You were going to say?” She gave his erection a pointed, if flattering, glance, then turned for the door. He caught her around the waist and tipped her up and over his shoulder. There really wasn’t anything more a guy could do. She was not answering the door in no bra with Eagle outside. He could see the colour of her nipples through that slinky shirt.

She obviously thought she was, because she was not happy to say the least. She didn’t kick and scream or shout. No, she was silent. And a bit of a worry because of that.

“You can’t open the door in no…without anything else on but this,” he told her by way of explanation, and to be on the safe side he set her on the bed. Standing. And backed off.

She was ripped mad. Not a little upset.
Mad. As. Hell
. Her blue eyes blazed, her face was flushed a dark pink, and her fists were clenched. Sure as hell, she wanted a piece of his ass.

“I can wait and not answer it,” he suggested, grabbing his jeans and slinging them on, keeping a wary eye on her. She slid off the bed and walked past him to the bathroom. Then slammed the door. Hard. He heard something hit the closed door with a thump. He cocked his head and heard something else hit with a muffled crash. She was in there throwing things?