Everything Bared (Six-Alarm Sexy) (17 page)

“I told you. I’m not right for him. This woman, she’s exactly what he needs.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“Because I didn’t think it would end so soon.”

“Who says it is? Weren’t you just texting him?”

Dani nodded, her traitorous heart jumping at the spark of hope.

“And did he end it?” Mutely, Dani shook her head. “Then there’s still a chance,” Angie said, her eyes blazing with fierce loyalty.

“A chance to do what?”

“To make him see that he’s acting like an idiot. Or at least a chance for you to find out if he really is an idiot.”

A smile played at the edges of Dani’s mouth. All her life she’d never had female friends, and now she had two of the very best: Erica and Angie. “You know what? You’re right. I’ve got until the fifteenth of September to sort it out.”

“What happens then?”

“I’m staying at his place until the damage to my apartment from the earthquake is repaired. We have an arrangement, a secret. No one knows except you.”

“Not even Lieutenant Caldwell?”

“Oh, he knows I’m staying with his brother, he might even suspect something is going on, but he knows nothing about our arrangement.”

“Okay, because you know, if this thing gets out, if people know you’re sleeping with your boss’ brother, you’ll have to transfer to another platoon… assuming there’s an opening.”

She gulped, the seriousness of the situation crashing down on her. “You won’t tell anyone?”

Angie said nothing for a moment. She opened her mouth, hesitated, and looked away. “Not for another eighteen days.”

Chapter 9

She’s coming home today!

A million plans running through his mind, William raced from the elevator to his condo. Not wanting to miss a minute with Danielle, he’d left work early. He needed the extra time to prepare for her homecoming and put together a nice supper. His thoughts on the recipe he was going to make, he unlocked his door and hurried inside. Before he’d even closed it, one-hundred and twenty pounds of warm woman sprang into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms looped around his neck, her fingers splayed in his hair. And her mouth? Her sweet, perfect mouth sealed onto his own, her tongue demanding entrance.

Thank Christ. Danielle was home.

William let go of his briefcase and ignored the sound of it crashing to the floor. Now that his hands were free, he put them to good use and gripped her ass, pulling her firmly against his suddenly rigid cock. He was so hard, it
hurt
. Kicking the door shut, he spun around and pressed Danielle’s back against it. There were no words, just moans. Touches and tastes.

More. He wanted more. Needed more. Sliding his thigh between her legs, he let her ride it while he struggled out of his suit jacket. Her fingers attacked the buttons of his dress shirt, stopping to still his hands when he tried to remove his tie.

“Keep it,” she rasped.

Swallowing hard, he left it on and released his belt. His pants hit the floor. He toed off his shoes, but couldn’t do much about his socks or boxers unless he set her down, which he absolutely refused to do. In one smooth motion, she tugged off the long T-shirt she wore, leaving herself completely bare. Lust curled in his belly and he began to have tunnel vision. She grinned and held up a condom. Oh yeah. His Danielle was naked in his arms. Naked and ready.

Always a go-getter, Danielle reached between their bodies and shoved his boxers down around his thighs and wrapped her strong fingers around his aching cock. William’s vision narrowed even more. All he could see was her beautiful face, her incredible body, and her perfect fucking hand. She flicked her thumb over the head, spreading the slick of pre-cum around until his cock glistened. She licked her lips. “So pretty,” she said, her eyes dancing as she teased him.

He balanced her on one arm and used the thumb of his free hand to press against her needy clitoris. Her already swollen lips opened for him, drops of her juices gleaming on her bare flesh. “You know what’s really pretty?” he asked, his eyes glued to what he was doing. “Your pussy. And it’s going to look even prettier when it’s stuffed full with my cock.” He paused a moment to listen to the sexy little sounds she was making. “I love to see your greedy lips holding it tight, gripping it like you’ll die if I pull it out.”

“Do it,” she said, moaning as he continued to rub circles on her clit. “I’m dying right now. Dying to have you inside me.” Her chest heaved and her fingers trembled as she rolled the condom down his cock. “Fuck me, Will. Fuck me like you mean it,” she said, paraphrasing his words from their first time together.

Her words rolled through him like a tsunami, destroying everything in its path, leaving nothing. Devastating, life-changing.

His mouth trapped hers, biting, gnawing until she opened to him. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth at the same time as he plunged his cock deep inside her pussy. She gasped and sucked his tongue hard, squeezing it as she squeezed his cock. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. It was all he could do to hold them both up while he thrust into her. Releasing her mouth, he slid his lips over her jaw, to her ear. He licked the rim and gently bit down on the lobe, loving it when she moaned and arched her back like a sinuous cat. When he swirled his tongue in her ear, she writhed on his cock, grinding into him as he continued his sweet torture.

“So good,” he whispered.

“Harder, faster,” she begged. Rotating her hips in a sexy circle, she cried out and her eyes rolled back in her head when she reached a certain angle.

“Liked that, did you.” He grinned and took over the movement with his own hips. God, he felt so raunchy taking her like this, pounding into her against the door. It was raw and animalistic and so goddamn dirty.

Apparently, Danielle wasn’t having any issues with the way he was treating her. He almost laughed when she balled her hands into fists and banged them against the door, her screams echoing throughout the condo. “More. Give me more, Will!”

Wrapping his hands around her thighs for leverage, he opened her wide and hammered into her as requested. He ground his pelvic bone against her clitoris with each stroke. Her fingers tunneled into his hair and she dragged his face to hers. “I love”—she swallowed—“this.” As her body began to spasm, he kissed her deeply, breathing in her moans.

The contractions milked his cock, squeezing it impossibly tight. His balls ached, the pressure so intense all he could see now was her gorgeous face, smiling at him. The look in her eyes, the heat, the glimpse of heaven, overwhelmed him. He’d missed her so goddamn much. Electricity shot from his sac up his spine and out his cock. Her nails dug into his skin, adding to the pleasure. Finally, he shuddered for the last time and sank into her, sated and satisfied.

“Welcome home,” he said, and couldn’t hold back the grin splitting his face. He was so fucking happy to have her here in his arms, in his home. Where she belonged.

Her fingers idly traced the contours of his back, the cut muscles, the straight spine. Will was hands down the most attractive man she’d ever known. That he was incredibly smart as well made him the full complete package.

His long fingers plucked up a cracker piled high with some expensive stinky cheese and brought it to her lips. “Open,” he said, his tone demanding her instant obedience. Smiling, she parted her lips and took a bite. The cheese tasted so much better than it smelled. Next, he brought a glass of chilled white wine to her mouth. When it touched her lips, she drank deeply, enjoying the intimacy, the feeling of being cared for.

Without saying a word, she selected a cracker from the tray, one topped with salmon spread, and carefully fed it to Will. When a crumb caught in the corner of his lips, she leaned in and licked it. His eyes widened and a low sexy sound rumbled in his chest.

Before she could move, he had her on her back and hovered over her, his blue eyes hot with desire. “Are you a witch?” he asked, the low, dark sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Fighting back a grin, she pushed her hips up, grinding against his. “Why do you ask?”

“Because clearly you’ve hexed me. No matter how often I have you, I still want more.”

The laughter she’d been holding in escaped from her throat. Clasping her hands at his nape, she lifted herself up and kissed him tenderly, showing him everything she felt, everything she couldn’t—wouldn’t—tell him. Not yet. Maybe never.

When she let go of his neck and dropped back onto the bed, he peered down at her, confusion clouding his eyes. “What was that for?”

“I never expected you to be like this.” Her hands smoothed over the light coating of soft hair on his chest.

“What? Hairy?”

“No, silly. I meant funny and open-minded.”

“Ah. You expected me to be a tight ass.”

She chuckled and scraped her fingernails on his stubble. “You can be intense and serious as a five-alarm fire, but you’re also kind and considerate and thoughtful. I’m really enjoying our time together.”

Inch by inch, he lowered himself until he covered her completely with his body. Her skin sizzled everywhere they touched. Parting her legs, she tilted her hips. She wanted to feel his fire inside too. They both gasped when his cock head slid through her wet pussy lips.

Blindly, she pawed at the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the pile Will had dumped there earlier. Without preamble, she ripped open the foil and quickly rolled the condom onto his waiting cock. When her hand touched him, he made a soft sound and buried his face in the crook of her neck, nibbling and biting the fragile skin.

Overwhelmed with want, she squirmed under him until finally the condom was in place. She twisted her hips, flipping Will onto his back, and pinned his arms above his head. “Going to tie me up again?” he asked.

“Nope. But you
are
going to pretend to be a horse.”

He barked out a laugh. “What?”

“Seriously. This is going to be fun.”

The laughter died down, but his eyes still twinkled. “How am I supposed to fuck you if you’re going to be sitting on my back?”

A shudder torpedoed through her body, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Her pussy clenched and flooded with heat. Christ. She’d never get used to the way her body reacted when he talked dirty. She swallowed, then had to clear her throat before she could talk. “I’m going to ride you”—she rocked her hips against his cock—“like this.”

“And me?”

“You’re going to buck like a bronco and neigh like a stallion.”

He cocked a brow. “Are you going to whip me?”

She chuckled. “Now there’s an idea. Unfortunately, I left my riding crop at home.” His face stilled and a thousand thoughts seemed to be battling for supremacy in his mind. “I’m kidding,” she said, leaning down to kiss him.

When he finally spoke, his voice was gruff, laced with something dark and erotic. “There’s a riding crop on the shelf in my closet.”

Did he mean it? Oh God! Everything inside her liquefied under the intensity of his blue gaze holding hers, daring her to go get it. Did she want to do this? Hell yeah. She was game if he was. But first, she had to be sure.

“You’re serious?”

“Dead.”

“Why?”

“You make me want to try new things. I want to help you live out every fantasy you’ve ever had.”

Will was definitely in the too-good-to-be-true category. She couldn’t let him do this for her. “If being hit isn’t
your
fantasy, you won’t like it.”

“Who says it isn’t?”

“Is it?”

“Get the crop and find out.”

She hesitated, unsure if this was the direction she wanted to go in. Will was unbound. If he decided to grab the crop and use it on her, there wouldn’t be much she could do other than try to fight him. Despite her superior skills, with his extra height and weight, Will would win. Could she trust him not to ruin this? Yes.

“Okay.” She sprang up and quickly found the crop where he’d said it would be. Seeing the bridle, she paused, considered, then rejected the idea. Maybe some other time. If there was another time…

Returning to the bed, she straddled him and laid the crop next to her foot. “Ready?”

He whinnied.

Snorting, she gripped his cock and gave it several strong strokes before inching forward and positioning it between her folds. With each thrust of her hips, his cock rubbed her from clit to ass. Her juices flowed, slicking all over him. He held out an arm and as soon as she locked onto it, his body began undulating in imitation of a gallop. She could almost hear the thundering of hooves on hard-packed dirt.
Ta-dum, ta-dum, ta-dum.

She raised her other arm in the air, letting it swing back and forth with each movement. “Yee haw!” God, this was so much fun. When her horse’s stamina began to flag, she angled her hips forward, letting him push his cock into her. They both moaned as it dragged along her inner walls. Her body shuddered when he found that special spot. His eyes dilated and his nostrils flared, much like a stallion scenting a mare.

He arched his back and neighed. The sound, raw and primal, sent a rush of arousal through her veins. Her face was on fire, flushed and hot. His hips started moving again, the gait slow and steady. Too slow. Too steady.