Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 04 (3 page)

He dragged his mouth from her breast. “Wait.” He pushed her off his lap
and stood, then placed his hands on the sides of her waist and lifted her high.
“Hold onto the top of the stall, sweetheart.”

Quickly catching his drift, she spread her arms wide across the top of
the wooden stall and gripped the edge. He hefted her higher and stepped
backward. She “lay”, suspended from the top of the stall, her legs parted and
draped over his shoulders. His face was poised at the opening of her legs.

He glanced up at her flushed face. “I did say I’d eat you, if you asked
sweetly.”

Pia D’Amato wondered how things had gotten this out of control so
quickly.

She’d planned to play hard to get ever since she’d glimpsed him
striding toward her. His large, heavily muscled body had radiated hunger, and
he’d moved with a rangy, masculine grace that raised her nipples in an instant
to full alert. When his gaze had found hers, she’d felt the searing heat of his
brand.

Never one to question the vagaries of fate, she accepted that tonight
was meant to be.

His golden eyes had honed sharp as an eagle’s on a bunny rabbit.
Assholes she could deal with, and she’d prepared her standard rebuff. However,
the hint of wary desperation—and his expectation she’d resist—made her
hesitate. She’d sensed he needed to win their battle of wills, but that he also
needed her to give him hurdles to overcome. Why pleasing him became important
mystified her.

Not that she intended to refuse him,
ultimately
.

Then she’d found herself uncharacteristically tongue-tied, overwhelmed
by his relentless pursuit. At first, all she could do was blink dumbly and try
her best not to drool. What woman could resist the mesmerizing intensity of his
full-frontal assault?

His gaze had stripped her while she sat on her barstool. The look he’d
given her once he’d finished said he’d staked his claim. If any other man had
so blatantly given her the once-over, she’d have delivered a setdown he’d not
soon forget.

But Max was a man like no other. He embodied a mix of strength,
stubborn determination, and an underlying vulnerability she was sure he kept
buried from the world. He attracted her—
madly
.

When his jeans-clad thigh had scraped the tender flesh between her
legs, she’d laughed at herself, at her eagerness to rub on him like a cat in
heat. And she’d thought to manipulate
him
!

All she wanted was him—inside her.
Now.

His head turned and his hot mouth kissed each thigh, the scrape of his
evening shadow glancing against the lips of her pussy. Covered by the sheerest
silk thong she owned, she felt moisture dampen them in an instant. As
uncomfortable as she found her perch, there was something pretty damn exciting
about having all this mega-male’s attention concentrated on the core of her
femininity.

His gaze smoldered, and his nose twitched as he inhaled deeply. But he didn’t
give her the kiss she wanted. He really was going to wait for her to ask him
sweetly before he plundered her body.

The man was blatantly male; he called to her body on its most primitive
and elemental level. Built large and rugged, his shoulders were so broad they
easily spanned her spread thighs. His biceps were so thickly muscled they
strained the arms of his dark T-shirt.

His face was too hard and masculine to be handsome. A square jaw, heavy
brow, and a broad nose that was slightly askew on his face, were a match for
his rough and ready attitude. He was too much man to manipulate. Too much man
to refuse.

His hot breath gusted against the wetness gathering at her entrance,
and her belly tightened around a coil of desire so strong she trembled.

But her pride demanded she couldn’t beg for release. Bad enough he’d
managed to ride roughshod over her willpower. She still wasn’t certain how he’d
managed to get her into this predicament—holding on to the top of a bathroom
stall with her legs draped over his shoulders—waiting for him to fulfill the
promise in his golden gaze.

And why her? She took a deep breath and glanced down her body. Why had
he chosen her? Had she somehow given herself away? Or was she just an easy
conquest to him?

While the thought rankled, she had to admit, the evidence was pretty
damn convincing. She was after all splayed wide for his taking, her small
breasts squeezed beneath the hem of her halter. Her nipples constricted so
tight and so long they begged for attention.

Like she would have to beg, if she was ever going to feel the warmth of
his mouth on her dripping sex.

And how long had it taken him to convince her? Fifteen minutes? Maybe!

He tongued the crease between her thigh and her pussy, wetting her
skin. The air conditioning blew cool air on her open thighs. The contrast of
the cool air on her crotch, and his warm hands, each cupping a bare buttock,
drove her over the edge. To hell with who had control. And to hell with the
last remnants of her dignity. She needed his mouth on her most intimate flesh.

“Please,” she said, surprised by the husky timbre of her voice.

He kissed her thigh. “I like the way you say that, but I want the
words, baby,” he said, and lapped at the fabric covering her sex again.

Her womb tightened. He wanted the coarse, nasty words—the ones that
made her flinch. Saying them would strip away any pretense she might want to
keep for her pride’s sake that this was anything but what it was—a physical
mating, a carnal fuck.

Pursing his lips, he blew a stream of warm air over her open, weeping
flesh.

Her breath caught on a sob she didn’t know was coming. “Eat me, Max.”

His lips lifted, baring his straight, white teeth. Not a smile—more an
animalistic grimace of triumph. His hands slid from her ass and around the tops
of her thighs. They met at her mons.

Oh God.

He bent his head and licked the seam of her pussy through her
underwear. He rubbed his tongue over her, pressing into the silk, poking inside
her opening to swirl his tongue in the shallow sheath he’d made.

She moaned and felt her womb clench. All too soon, it wasn’t enough.
Why hadn’t she taken off the goddamn panties?

One clever hand tugged rhythmically at the strap that rode between her
buttocks, drawing the elastic tightly against her anus. The other traced her
slit through the crotch of her panties.

“More, please,” she begged, looking away from the hard-faced man who
was quickly ratcheting up the heat of his caresses.

“Tell me, you want me to fuck you with my fingers,” he said, his voice
rough as gravel.

Oh, yes.
She pumped her hips, eager for him to hurry.

“No, baby.” He nipped an outer lip through her panties. “Tell me.”

She gritted her teeth. “Please, fuck me with your fingers,” she said,
her voice rising. “Please fuck me, Max.”

With his nose, he nuzzled aside the crotch of her panties, and his
tongue touched her directly for the first time, delving between her labia to
flutter the tip against the notch at the top of her slit.

Pia nearly screamed, biting her lips to hold it inside.

His gaze slammed into hers as he curved his fingers to plunge inside
her.

She wished he wouldn’t watch her so intently. She didn’t want to reveal
how vulnerable she felt this near to release. Or how close she was to tears at
the powerful rush of desire that swept through her.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled, while pressing his fingers deeper.
Then his lips closed over her clitoris, and he sucked—
hard
.

Pia flung back her head and howled, her body shuddering as the coil
unwound, pulse by pulse.

When finally her climax waned, she clung limply to the wood, gasping
for breath, her body sagging.

He kissed the nest of hair that covered her mons before sliding her
soaked panties back into place. “Come home with me.” Not a request. But not
exactly
a command. His expression betrayed his naked need.

Naked as hers still was.

Her throat closed. This powerful, but needy, man was her quarry, and
she’d betray him tonight.

*
* * * *

Max’s foot was heavy on the gas pedal as he sped toward his house. His
body was so hard he hurt. His engorged cock felt strangled inside his jeans.

He couldn’t get the picture of her unraveling out of his head. Her body
had been his for the taking. Open, trembling, then convulsing around his
fingers. The sound of her loud wail had filled him with triumph and still rang
in his ears. The taste of her arousal remained in his mouth, and he savored it.
Her spicy flavor drove an urgency so strong and insistent inside him, he fought
the need to pull his truck to the side of the road. But there wasn’t room in
the cab to fuck her hard and long, the way he had to—or die.

She’d been silent ever since they’d left the bar and that worried him.
He’d waited impatiently for her to retrieve her purse from beneath the front
seat of her car, and then hurried her to his truck. If she changed her mind, he
feared he wouldn’t have enough control to stop.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have waited. But as hard and horny as he was, he
knew a quick fuck against the bathroom stall wouldn’t have been enough to slake
his need.

Something about this woman told him getting her out of his system would
not be quick. He wanted—
no, needed
—to hammer at her pussy for a good
long while. He just hoped that when he had her underneath him, he didn’t scare
the shit out of her.

Pulling into the driveway, he hit the garage door opener. The seconds
it took for the door to rise and close them inside were interminable. He was
out of the truck and pulling open her door before she’d finished fumbling to
release her seatbelt.

He held out his hand.

Her face was pale, her mouth a tight line.

He didn’t give her time to refuse. He clasped her hand and pulled her
from the seat and into his arms. His kiss wasn’t gentle or tempting—his mouth
ate hers, and he swept his tongue, still flavored with her release, into her
mouth.

Pia groaned, her hands clutching his shoulders, while her body pressed
so hard against his, he thought she might try to crawl inside his skin.

His hands reached for her soft bottom and he squeezed, bringing her
hips flush with his arousal. He slipped his hands beneath her skirt to grip her
warm, naked flesh and ground his cock between her thighs while he massaged her
ass.

The small whimpering sounds she made in the back of her throat drove
him crazy—if he waited any longer to take her he might not keep control.

The flimsy fabric of her panties gave beneath his tug, and he growled
with satisfaction when he heard them tear. He dropped them to the ground and
then encouraged her to raise her legs, one at a time, to hug his waist. Max
pumped his cock against her exposed flesh, drinking her sighs. As moisture
seeped from her to soak the front of his trousers, he trembled with the need to
be inside her.

He dragged away his mouth, his gaze boring into hers, and walked
through the door into his kitchen and down the hallway to his bedroom, not
bothering with lights.

When he reached the bed, he climbed onto it, never letting her go,
until she was beneath him, his arms cradling her. “Tell me now, if you want me
to stop,” he said, straining to get the words past his lips. All he wanted was
to tear their clothes from their bodies and get her naked skin next to his—his
cock crammed inside her cunt as far as he could reach. “Spell it out for me,
baby. I can’t make a mistake. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” she said, her voice tight.

He rose on his arms. Light from a streetlamp outside filtered through
the blinds, painting her face and body with pale gray stripes. Her eyes were
huge in her face, her mouth already swollen from his earlier kisses. His belly
and thighs tensed. “Be sure,” he said, fighting his body for control. “I’m so
far gone, I can’t be gentle.”

Her lips opened around a gasp. “I don’t want gentle. I want you inside
me now.”

Straightening, he pulled his T-shirt over his head. Then his hands went
straight for his jeans and he opened them, closing his eyes with relief when
his cock fell free from its denim tourniquet.

Her breath caught. When he opened his eyes, he found her glassy stare
glued to his dick. Her teeth bit her lower lip, and she moaned.

He closed his fist around his cock. “Baby, I’m gonna fuck you like an
animal,” he said, his voice growling his promise.

Then he reached for her hips, shoving her skirt up to her waist to
expose the nest of black hair that beckoned him like a siren. It glistened with
her arousal. The spicy scent of her made his dick pulse.

With shaking hands, he stripped the skirt and her halter-top from her
body.

Pia eagerly parted her legs and reached out with her arms. Her pale
skin was luminous in the lamplight. Her nipples were dark, dimpled circles that
made his mouth water. Every pale hill and shadowed valley of her body was on
display—his for the taking. She appeared tiny beneath his large hands,
everything about her as feminine, fragrant, and soft as a man could want. She
made him ravenous as an animal to possess her.