Dusk Til Dawn (10 page)

He moved back just enough to stuff his hand between them, fighting to flick open the buttons of her shirt. He yanked hard when a couple refused to cooperate, the sound of them bouncing off the hard floor soothing some of his raw need. Annie’s eyes widened, but he could tell by the way her pupils all but hid the vivid blue that his loss of control excited her.

She shrugged her shoulders as he pushed the fabric off her body, helping it fall to the floor in a forgotten puddle of checked cloth. He glanced down, groaning at the mounded perfection of her breasts. They were slightly smaller than his hand, though her bra pushed them up in such a way he was surprised they stayed within the confines of the lacy fabric.

He lowered his mouth, licking at the sweet line between her breasts, humming at the soft feel of her skin beneath his tongue. She inhaled sharply as her head fell back against the wall, tilting to the side as if it was too heavy to hold up. He glanced up at her, watching a deep pink blush creep up her chest and along her neck, giving her cheeks a warm glow.

He straightened, studying her face as he raised one hand and brushed the back of his knuckles across her nipple. Her eyes squeezed shut, a hushed moan fluttering past her lips as the small peak tightened against his touch. He smiled, leaning in to capture her mouth in his again. She answered his invasion, her hands skimming down his body until they reached the hem of his shirt. He pulled back as she lifted it over his head, not caring where it landed when she tossed it over his shoulder. He reached for the clasp on her bra, only to still when her fingers grazed a path down his chest, her nails lightly scraping across his flat nubs.

His forehead found hers, his breath fluttering her wispy hairs as he fought against the rush of heat down his spine and across his sac. It threatened to release the fragile hold he had on his body. She was too sexy, too hot. Too damn beautiful to maintain any form of control.

Her fingers moved lower, tugging at the band of his jeans, freeing the button holding the suddenly constricting material together. He felt her smile against his mouth as she grasped the zipper and lowered it, the harsh sound of the metal teeth separating bouncing off the walls. He pushed back, reaching for her hands just as one slipped inside the open denim, tracing the ridge of his cock through his briefs.

“Fuck. Annie.”

Her name sounded like a harsh prayer, and he half expected her to laugh when she pushed against him. He looked down at her, fear churning through his gut. God, if she’d changed her mind…

He opened his mouth to ask when she tsked at him and slowly went to her knees, her other hand kneading the taut muscles on his abdomen as she continued to brush her palm over his erection. Her gaze held his for two agonizing heartbeats before it dropped to his groin, her tongue darting out to trace her lips.

“God. Honey. I’m not sure I can…”

His words became a garbled moan as she leaned in, nipping at his shaft through his shorts. The pressure soothed the tumbling feeling still rioting his stomach as she lowered her hand to the waistband, firmly tugging his jeans and underwear over his hips. He clenched his teeth against the swirl of cool air across his buttocks as the fabric rustled over his thighs, releasing his cock and collecting in a heap at his feet. He kicked off his shoes as she tapped his leg, helping his step clear of the material before planting a warm, wet kiss on his hip. Her fingers smoothed along his thighs, and he couldn’t stop the flex of his muscles as he anticipated that first caress to his shaft.

She didn’t disappoint, blowing a heated breath across the tip of his cock, making it jerk upward in response. He gritted his teeth, chancing a glance her way when her tongue flicked across the head.

“Fuck.”

His hands speared through her hair, holding it back as she licked his shaft, teasing him with calculated touches before wrapping her lips around the crown and slowly drawing it inside her mouth.

Fire engulfed his cock as she took him deep, pausing with him lodged at the back of her throat before gradually retreating, rasping her teeth gently along the ridged underside. His thighs clenched in an effort not to come as she hollowed her cheeks, applying slightly more pressure.

His fingers tightened in her hair, every flick of her tongue making his fingers twitch. She quickened her pace, using one hand to hold his shaft level with her mouth as the other gently scratched a line across his sac. A flurry of sensations bombarded his body, and he dropped his head back, staring at the ceiling as if it might hold some hidden source of control. But it was hopeless. Every pass of her mouth pulled him closer to completion until his climax was nothing more than a stroke away.

Dylan growled, tugging on her hair to gain her attention. Annie glanced up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, her pale pink lips stretched wide around his shaft. She gave him a raise of her brow before easing his cock free. She placed an open-mouthed kiss on the tip then gained her feet, her small hands clamping around his shoulders. His harsh pants sounded loud in the still room, and he grunted in an effort to stop the fire pooling in his groin from exploding.

She leaned forward, kissing the edge of his mouth. “Dylan.”

His name left her lips as a rough plea, the strange sound clearly stating the obvious. Either he’d fuck her, or she’d finish what she’d started. He stepped forward, once again holding her to the wall with his sheer size. Her arms circled his neck as she rubbed her leg along his. Soft cotton reminded him he hadn’t even taken the time to strip her down properly, an oversight he wouldn’t make again.

He reached for her pants, tugging free the cord at the waist, smiling when the buggers simply fell to the floor. He used his foot to hold them down as she toed off her shoes and stepped free, leaving her pussy clothed in nothing but a scrap of white lace. He yanked at the side, vowing he’d get her more once his hunger had lessened, though the thought that day might never come only fueled his need to claim her. To bind her to him with the same frustrating need he already had for her.

Annie’s breath breezed across his neck as he ripped the other seam and tossed her panties aside, indifferent to finding them later. All he wanted her covered in was him.

He traced his fingers along her hips, dipping down to slide them through her folds. Warm, slick cream eased his way, and he groaned when two fingers slid into her sex. “God, you’re soaking wet.”

Her breath hissed into a breathy moan as he withdrew only to pump them in again, feeling her channel clench around his invasion.

“Dylan. God, what are you waiting for?”

He focused on her face, loving the tight press of her lips and the strain of the muscles in her neck. She was just as close as he was, and he’d never seen a woman more beautiful than her.

He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, nipping at the taut flesh. “I need this to be good for you. And somehow fucking you without so much as a taste doesn’t seem right.”

She cried out at the next pass of his fingers, her head knocking against the wall this time. “By all that’s holy, you can lick and taste to your heart’s content next time. Just please, don’t make me wait.”

The urgent quality of her voice snapped his control. He withdrew his fingers, cupping her thigh as he locked one leg around his hips. She responded by increasing her grip around his neck before levering her other leg up and cinching it around his waist. The motion snugged his cock against her mound, and it only took a tilt of his hips to position it at her sex. He gave her one last love bite then pistoned his groin forward, driving his cock fully inside her in one, firm stroke.

Annie shouted his name, convulsing around his shaft with a series of strong contractions. The rhythmic pulses skirted along his cock, making him impossibly harder. He grunted into her ear, muttering something about her holding on, as he balanced their weight then moved. His hips pumped in a frenzied motion he knew would drive him over long before he wanted but unable to stop the frantic grind as she clenched around him, coating his shaft with more slippery fluid.

His vision dimmed, his focus narrowing to the way her skin blended into the gray of the wall as he pounded into her pussy, using all his force to keep her suspended around his waist. She clawed at his neck, scratching his skin as she pushed her hips against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. The increased pressure sent a tingling sensation straight to his sac, and he knew he wouldn’t last.

Dylan shifted his hands, angling her pelvis back slightly so every pass of his groin would brush across her clit. The new position made her scream this time, his name bouncing off the walls as her breath hitched and held. He panted against her skin, trying to still the fire burning from his sac into his groin, but the constant rippling of her channel overloaded his senses. He yelled her name, biting the muscle of her shoulder as his cock flared, holding his release back by a sheer power of will. She needed one last push.

“Come for me, honey. Now.”

He rocked hard into her, the sharp thrust sending her over. A new set of contractions assaulted his shaft, and he bowed his head, giving in to the rush of need swelling his cock. His body stiffened then jerked, emptying into her in a series of rough strokes. His head fell back. A series of black spots dotted the ceiling as his orgasm drained his strength, and he fell forward, slouching against Annie as he fought to catch his breath.

A contented sigh rustled the hair beside his neck. God, he prayed he hadn’t been too rough. That she’d experienced the same mind-blowing release he had. He eased his head back, smiling as her eyelids blinked, finally prying apart as she stared at him, glassy eyed with a smug smile tilting her mouth. He bent forward, planting a lingering kiss on her lips before easing his cock free. She groaned as his shaft left the warm confines of her sex, clenching his shoulders when he helped lower her feet to the floor, holding her as she regained her balance.

Her fingers curled around his shoulders as he started to take a step back, urging him closer instead. A flash of worry shone in her eyes before she turned her head, resting it on his chest.

Dylan gathered her in his arms, inhaling the musky scent of their lovemaking. It was sweet and spicy, with a hint of sin. He smiled at the enticing aroma, content to simply hold her. Her breath caressed his skin, sending a new wave of heat spiraling through his body. He dropped a kiss on her forehead as he eased her back, shaking his head in feigned exasperation.

“I’m afraid I lied to you, honey.”

To her credit, she didn’t do more than inhale at his words, leaning against the wall once again, as she eyed him from behind a flutter of lashes. “How’s that?”

“That was simply the best damn sex I’ve ever had. But I seem to remember promising
not
to have sex with you.” He shrugged. “That can only mean one thing…we need to try that again. Can’t have you thinking I’m a man who breaks his promises.”

A wicked smile graced her lips. “No. We wouldn’t want that.”

He backed up, extending his hand to her. “Game on.”

Chapter Six

Annie stared at Dylan’s hand, her heart skipping a beat as the reality of the night sank in. She’d just had sex with Dylan Smith. And if the gleam in his eye was any indication, it was the first of many encounters tonight. She probed her heart, afraid she’d find overwhelming regret. But only a warm sense of contentment filled the usually empty space, relinquishing any lingering doubts. She didn’t know if this would go beyond the first light of dawn, but she refused to shy away from the first real sense of love she’d ever felt.

Love
.

It was far too soon to entertain the word, though she had to admit, it felt good. Dare she say, right?

She took his hand, weaving her fingers through his as he led her to the middle of the room. She frowned, glancing at the blanket spread out in the other corner. “Wouldn’t we be more comfortable with something softer beneath us?”

“All in good time. But first…”

He signaled her to stay put as he moved in behind her, running his fingers along her shoulders then down her back. “This is one of the sexiest bras I’ve ever seen. God, when I realized it was all you were wearing in that house…I swear I haven’t been soft since.” He pressed against her, accentuating his point with a tilt of his hips. His erection lengthened along the side of her ass. “Makes me wonder if I ever will be. But as much as I love it.” He thumbed the clasp, dropping a kiss between her shoulder blades as he flicked it open, gently easing the sides apart. “I’m afraid it’s got to go.”

She held her breath as he smoothed the straps forward, dropping the bra at her feet. Her nipples puckered as the cool air beaded her skin, making them painfully tight. The pads of his fingers grazed her chest, drawing small circles around the taut buds. Her head fell back against his chest, dipping to the side, as his fingers brushed the tips, drawing a breathy moan from deep inside.

“God, Annie. I could spend days touching you. Discovering every sensitive spot. Learning which places make you laugh, which make you twitch, and which make you scream my name.” He pinched the buds, taking her to the brink of pain without ever pushing her over. His thumbs rolled them firmly between his fingers, only to release them as he placed feather-soft flicks around her breasts. “I get the feeling these belong in the last category.” He kissed her shoulder. “Do me a favor? Wait here.”