Dirty Little Secret (3 page)

Moist heat coated the lace at her crotch as he moved it aside. Cailin lifted a knee to ride his hip, giving him better access, and he immediately drove two fingers straight in. She bucked against him, her channel spasming around his fingers, locking him inside as her pleasure detonated like an out-of-control rocket.

The feel of her orgasm sparked emotion deep in his chest that Alex knew better than to acknowledge. Instead he rubbed her clit lightly with his thumb, setting her off again. She was tight, tighter than he’d expected, and he had to work to thrust his fingers far enough inside to stroke the rough surface of her G-spot. Cailin gasped, almost choking, her shock apparent. He swallowed the sound with a desperate kiss, wringing every nuance of pleasure from her body before releasing her mouth.

As she trembled against him, lost in the afterglow, Alex jerked desperately at the zipper of his pants, smearing her cream over the material in the process. In record time, his cock was free and hastily sheathed in a condom. He adjusted her leg higher on his thigh, bent his knees, and thrust home.

“Alex!” Her death grip on his shoulders, the nails digging deep, shouted pain, not pleasure.
Shit, shit, shit
. Not what he wanted. He stilled immediately.

“Shh. It’s all right, Cailin. All right.” He soothed her with murmured words and gentle kisses and soft caresses along her hips and sides, the jagged sob of her breath knotting his stomach even as he shook with the need to reach his own climax. But not at her expense.

Instead he rocked them from side to side, easing the constriction surrounding him. The wet heat of her earlier release teased his sheathed cock as he nibbled and sucked the muscle along the side of her neck. Gradually her grip changed to needy clutching as he slid his mouth down to her breast, licking one softening nipple until it stood sharp and proud once more before taking it between his lips and torturing her with pleasure. Not until her body vibrated with hunger did he begin to thrust, and the feel of her so tight around him, arching into him, grinding her clit against his pelvic bone, sent him over the edge in thirty seconds flat. Not near soon enough. Or long enough.

“Come for me, Cailin,” he wheezed through the sharp contractions, sliding a hand between them and pressing hard against that sensitive nub, circling as he forced himself as deep as he could go.

“No, I can’t.” She rolled her head back and forth against the door, her gaze desperate, aching, lost.

“Yes, you can. Come for me.” He angled his hips, the broad head of his still-hard shaft dragging along her G-spot, and with one more press on her clit, she exploded, this time around his ultrasensitive cock, amazing him when she pulled him with her once more into the abyss.

* * * *

“Don’t.”

Cailin forced herself to stillness, shoving the quiet panic that had erupted the moment he slid out of her far into the background, desperate to appear calm and worldly and sophisticated—the woman in the sexy black dress, not the woman from nowhere Alabama with zero idea how that other persona would act. It took a moment to realize she had turned away from Alex and was fumbling with the doorknob as ineffectually as he was fumbling with his clothes. Both of their hands were shaking, but Alex had stepped close to her back anyway, his heat as effective a barrier to her leaving as his words and her unsteadiness.

Alex tossed something across the room—the condom, she realized as it thunked into the trash can—his zipper slid up, and then he was holding her against him. The physical reassurance answered some unknown need deep in her chest. A hard, hiccupy sigh escaped, and her body ignored her panic and went lax against him.

The tip of his nose met the join of her jaw and neck, and he inhaled. He’d done that before, taking her in even as he took her with his body. As if he wanted to wallow in her scent. The thought brought a surge of longing—for him to desire her that way, for her to do the same to him. But that wasn’t what a one-night stand was about, was it?

“I need to go,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.

He gave an adamant jerk of his head. “No.” The tip of his tongue traced her pounding pulse, then, “Stay with me.”

“Here? But your friend—”

He lifted his head, and she could sense awareness of their surroundings filtering in as he tensed.

“No, not here.”

“Where?”

He turned her to face him, his grip firm on her waist. “Anywhere. Just for tonight.” One hand rose to sweep her hair back from her face, and she caught the faint scent of her arousal as his fingertips brushed her skin. He tipped her chin up so she met his gaze. “There’s just something… I don’t know. I need to feel alive. I haven’t felt alive in a long time.” Light glinted off his eyes, and for a moment she swore tears pooled there before he blinked and the light was gone.

“Come here,” he said, tugging her away from the door and toward the desk. The box of tissues sitting on the corner yielded two fluffy squares. Alex pulled her close, looked into the furthest depths of her eyes, and watched her jump as he brought the soft tissues to her wet thighs and eased the moisture away. His gaze seared her almost as much as his touch. So tender. Kind. Gentle. Everything she’d assumed a man she’d just met and jumped into sex with would not be.

She could lose forever in his eyes.

He tossed the tissues in the same direction the condom had flown.

Silence settled between them as Alex struggled for words. Finally only one escaped. “Please.” There was a desperation in his voice, in his hands as they gripped her, that she didn’t understand. As if he really did need her, really did want her. It was that desperation she couldn’t say no to.

She let him take her hand and lead her back down the hallway, past the dance floor, and out the front doors. He signaled a passing cab, and within minutes they were at the nearest hotel.

Well, it’s not a Motel 6, at least
. It was easily five-star, but she couldn’t help being disappointed. She’d hoped for more than the typical hotel treatment of a one-night stand, and how stupid was that? A one-night stand was exactly what this was.

She reminded herself to breathe and not fiddle as they stepped onto the elevator together. His grip on her hand anchored her until they reached their room on the sixth floor, a room dominated by a king-size bed covered in more fluffy white pillows than she’d ever seen. Immediately the thought of how to use those pillows thrust itself into her mind, and she turned away, blushing again.

Only to face a knowing smirk on Alex’s handsome face.

It was the first time she’d gotten to study him in the light, and though she’d known he was big, like this he was overpowering. Tall, broad shouldered, with at least two hundred pounds of muscle being slowly revealed as he stripped his clothes off piece by piece. The lines of his body made her mouth water—not an inch of fat, just sheer masculine perfection.

Wow.

“Shower with me,” he demanded as he undid the button of his trousers, then slowly lowered the zipper. Thirty seconds more and he was completely naked. And aroused. Cailin thought she’d have a heart attack—and die a happy woman.

“I…uh…”

“Come.”

Every time he said that word, she wanted to, desperately.

Alex pulled her into the bathroom. The tiles chilled her bare feet as she lingered by the door, watching him start the shower. Only when steam began to form did he turn back to her. She crossed her arms over her stomach, shivering, and watched him prowl toward her.

“Clothes. Off.”

“Alex—”

He laid a single rough finger against her lips. “Never mind. Let me.” And he started to undress her.

Inch by inch, limb by limb, Alex revealed her soul even as he revealed her body. By the time she stood in her garter and stockings, he’d stripped her of every bit of armor she had. Nothing could protect her from the assault on her senses. And when his fingers slipped beneath the thin straps resting against her thighs and traced the naked skin beneath, she didn’t want it to. All she wanted was more.

“So pretty.” Alex took her hands and drew them out to her sides, stepping back to peruse her nakedness. A brief rush of sadness filled her. She would never be stick thin, her body’s natural inclination favoring curves, but her belly was soft and flat. Four years without birth control. She should have been a mother; Sean had wanted her to be a mother, blamed her for not succeeding. It was one of the reasons she’d divorced him. The constant blame had taken its toll on her heart.

But the appreciation in Alex’s gaze eased that remembered pain, just a little bit. Her body pleased him, just like it was, not for what it could give him. It was more than she had gotten from Sean after their first year of marriage.

“Now what was that thought?” Alex asked.

“Hmm?”

He ran a finger along her brow. “That thought. What made you unhappy?”

“Oh.” Cailin ducked her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Alex didn’t look satisfied with her answer, but he didn’t push either. Instead he pulled her behind him—giving her a mouthwatering view of his tight buns—into the steamy shower stall.

If kissing in the shower were an Olympic sport, Alex would get a gold medal. The rush of hot water over their bodies matched the rush of adrenaline as his tongue met hers, tangling, melding, saturating her with his taste, his scent. Her hands came up of their own volition to trace the silky line of hair from his belly button to his pecs, where it spread into a sparse diamond from nipple to nipple. When Alex released her mouth, she lowered her chin and nuzzled his chest. God, she loved chest hair.

Alex’s jaw nudged the top of her head. “Who was he?”

“Who?”

“The man who put that look in your eye.”

She sighed into his skin. “You don’t give up easily, do you?”

Alex’s chuckle rumbled under her ear. “No.”

“He was my husband.”

A heavy pause met her words. Then, “Was?”

She nodded.

“Well, that explains a lot.”

Jerking back, she blinked against the water in her eyes, not all of it from the shower. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Alex cupped her cheek and leaned over to whisper near the corner of her mouth. “You were very tight, Cailin.” At her shiver, he shook his head. “What did you think I meant?”

She wasn’t sure. And when his hand slid along her throat and down to trace her nipple, a shake of her head was the only response she could manage.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Somehow the fact that he was staring at her breasts instead of her face made it easier to answer. Go figure. “Yeah.”

“Good. Because I don’t even want to think about another man touching you.” His free hand joined the play at her breasts. “I don’t want you thinking about it. I want you focused on me and only me. As if no other man ever existed.” And then her mind shut down completely as he stopped talking and focused all his attention on action.

Yet no matter how much Alex whispered, touched, kissed, and plain drove her crazy, he never entered her. By the time their shower was done and he was rubbing her dry, she was quivering in the aftermath of climax, her body clenching emptily without him inside her.

The rough nap of the towel scraped across her tender, swollen nipples. “Alex,” she whined.

Alex chuckled, and Cailin landed a weak smack on his wet shoulder.

“It’s not funny.” Her words were slurred.

Alex grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “I know,” he murmured against it, then forced her hand down to his erect cock. “Does this feel funny?”

Cailin didn’t even bother to answer; she wrapped her fingers as far around him as she could manage, the tips almost touching, and dragged upward, her clasp strong and tight. The gasp that erupted from Alex’s lips was some consolation, but a heavy pulse low in her pelvis demanded more. She began to back up, pulling him along with her.

An outright laugh erupted from Alex as he willingly followed her. “Is this what they mean when they say men are led around by their dicks?”

Cailin glanced up from beneath her lowered lashes and allowed a tiny smirk to curve her lips. “Don’t like it?” She squeezed just below the plum-colored crown.

Alex missed a step, then rushed her. “Definitely,” he croaked out as his forward momentum tumbled them both to the waiting bed.

Lips, fingers, tongue, and teeth made steady progress down her body. When he reached her navel, Alex took his time, nipping, licking, seeming to savor her as his hands separated her thighs. Cailin relaxed, allowing her legs to spread as far as they could, the strain along her inner thighs somehow erotic, exciting. Then he leaned back to look.

Pulses of silken arousal slid from her body, down the seam of her rear, making her squirm in combined need and embarrassment. Sean had never looked at her this way. Her body had been a source of sinful pleasure, to be taken under covers in a darkened room. He’d rarely if ever touched her there, much less stared his fill with the kind of avaricious gleam so clearly evident on Alex’s hungry face. When his tongue stretched out to catch the evidence of her desire, drawing it into his mouth, and his eyes closed as he savored her taste, Cailin jerked with tiny explosions of pleasure that detonated around her clit.

Alex leaned forward, clearly ready for more, but she stopped him with a hand to his stubbly cheek. “I think it’s your turn.”

Lids lowered over his wicked eyes, a hooded look that tingled its way up to her tight, needy breasts. Cailin didn’t give him time to deny her. She turned, scooting to the side, and patted the space where she’d been. Two could play at this game. “Please.”

Alex grabbed several pillows from the head of the bed and mounded them behind him, reclining just enough for comfort but still keeping a keen eye on her as she knelt on the floor between his knees. She couldn’t help but stare at the thick column rising before her. Darkened skin covered his engorged shaft, giving it an angry appearance belied by the clear stream of liquid meandering from the slit at the top. Her mouth watered, and without awaiting his consent, she leaned into his body and set her tongue to his shaft, licking up the evidence of his need for her. Tart, slightly bitter, his precum melted across her tongue. Cailin moaned. His penis bobbed, tilting down toward her lips as if begging, and she had to comply. Only when the spongy, soft head hit the back of her mouth, filling her to the brim, did she stop to breathe.