Forbidden Lust: 3 (Lust for Life) (4 page)

“Diego,” he said in a quiet, strained voice, his eyes on her
mouth, thumbs softly stroking her cheeks. “He will kill me for touching you.”

She brushed her lips over his and shivered at the answering
hot rush of his breath.

“Diego isn’t the boss of either of us.” She touched his
bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. “He’s my brother and your friend. That’s
it. He doesn’t dictate anything that happens in your life or mine. You and I
do.”

With a huge amount of reluctance—because she wanted nothing
more than to draw him in and suck face until neither of them could see
straight—she gently pushed him far enough away she could slide off the counter
and stand on her wobbly legs.

“I never give anyone a second chance,” she told him with a
surge of confidence she thought she’d lost after he’d stood her up the night
before. “Don’t fuck it up.”

Eva was brushing her teeth when she heard the unmistakable
sound of a Harley out on the country road in front of the Smiths’ farm
property. She rented a spacious one-room apartment on the second floor of what
used to be a carriage house but was now Del Smith’s garage, where he customized
cars when he wasn’t working the farm.

She could hear the bike idling at the four-way stop in front
of the big house for a moment before it took off. And then the sound stopped
abruptly. After a long minute she could hear the low rumbling of its engine
again, this time from behind the garage.

She gave herself a wide-eyed look in the mirror before she
ran to the kitchen area that was along one wall of the room. Through the open
window over the sink she could see Oscar making his way up the private drive
that led from the corn fields to the back of the building, moving slowly so the
sound of his bike wouldn’t wake up the family that lived in the big house at
the front of the property.

The sound of the bike engine shutting off snapped Eva out of
the shock that had rendered her paralyzed for a moment. She realized her
toothbrush was still sticking out of her face, so she ran back to the bathroom
and rinsed, started to take the ponytail holder out of her hair and stopped.
After all the years she’d been putting up with his shit, she shouldn’t care
about making herself look
nice
for him.

She sat on the edge of the bathtub and put her head between
her knees, panic rising hot in her chest as she reluctantly admitted she
wanted
to look nice for him. In fact she kind of desperately wished she hadn’t already
washed her face or changed out of her dress, because she loved the way he’d
been looking at her the past couple of days.

Eva sat up with a gasp when he knocked. She looked around
the room wildly for a moment, not knowing what to do, then closed her eyes and
willed herself to be calm.

She’d brought this on herself. She could handle it.

When she came out of the bathroom he was watching her
through the window on her door, looking darker and more dangerous than she’d
ever seen him. He had a black bandana folded wide over his forehead. The clear
riding glasses he wore at night were propped on his head and he was wearing his
old leather riding jacket.

And those killer eyes of his…oh they were raking her all right.

She started trembling from the inside out. Her legs were
moving her forward. That look was sending radiating pulses of longing through
her nipples and her clit. She was already incredibly wet and they still had the
door between them.

She opened the door and a breeze brought in the smell of
summer night, that high-octane aphrodisiac that was good old American
motorcycle exhaust, and Oscar.

“You have three seconds to change your mind,” he told her.

Her pulse was beating too fast in her throat, counting out
the time.

One Mississippi two Mississippi thr—

And then he was on her, one hand cupped around the back of
her neck and mouth hungry over hers. Eva gripped the open front of his jacket
for dear life and pulled him into her apartment. He changed the angle of his
head and her mouth opened at the same time his tongue plunged deep. The fingers
of his free hand slipped under the hem of her t-shirt and the space between
their bodies vanished as though they’d been vacuum sealed together the moment
he touched her skin.

He broke the kiss with a gasp.

“Jesus,” he whispered, more of a prayer than a curse.

Eva licked her lips. “Yeah, I don’t think he can save either
of us at this point, Oz.”

She pushed the bandana and glasses off his head and buried
her fingers in the silky thickness of his inky hair as they came together
again, opened her mouth to take him deeper, unable to get enough.

She shoved at his jacket and he released her long enough to
let it drop to the floor behind them. She was pulling him toward the bed
because now that she had her hands on him, her teenage crush turned into the
ultimate grown-up reality, she needed him inside her, and she needed it
immediately.

She broke the kiss. “Tell me about those fantasies of
yours,” she said, panting.

“Which one do you want to hear first?” he asked, gripping
the base of her ponytail and smoothing his other hand over one side of her ass.

Her nipples tightened and her clit throbbed.

“You want to hear about the one where I turn you over my
knee and paddle your bare ass every time you roll your eyes at me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Spanking is lame,” she lied.

The idea of being turned over his knee and spanked,
especially if he meant to use his bare hand, caused a flood of wet heat in her
pussy that made her knees weak.

He stopped moving and tightened his grip on her hair.

His face was so close, his eyes so black.

“Then how about the one where I make you get on your knees
and suck me off to punish that dirty mouth of yours every time you swear?”

Eva blanched. “
Whoa
. Hold the fucking phone. That’s
going a little far.”

She wanted to be offended that he’d so much as thought it,
only…yeah. That was pretty goddamn hot too.

“Is it?” he asked darkly, calling her bluff.

“Fuck you,” she whispered, making him smile.

He released her ponytail, trailed his fingers down her spine
and she shivered as though he’d commanded it. One side of his mouth tipped up
in the sexiest smile she’d ever seen a split second before he pulled her top up
and over her head and tossed it aside. He immediately took his own shirt off,
the St. Christopher medallion and silver cross he always wore jingling quietly
together as they got stuck in the fabric and then came free and fell against
his chest.

“Tell me to stop now,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.

She went for his belt, jerked the buckle open. “I will do no
such thing.”

She could hardly handle the way he was looking at her,
openly taking in the sight of her breasts. She wasn’t ashamed that they barely
filled an A cup. They were damn cute little titties, and he certainly didn’t
seem to mind their size.

It was in the way the lids of his wide eyes had gone heavy
and his luscious mouth was open slightly, his breathing rough. His gaze
traveled slowly up her neck, stopped briefly on her mouth and then met her eyes.
The heat, the desire, the raw longing she saw inside of them was staggering.

“Tell me to get the fuck out of here right now, Eva.”

She got his belt free as he slid one hand up her side and
cradled her breast. She lowered the zipper on his jeans and told him, “Stay.”

His other hand went around the back of her neck again and
his next kiss wiped all coherent thought out of her mind. She put one shaking
hand over his and showed him how she wanted him to squeeze her breast. Heat
poured through her body and she remembered he was a man with a cock and she was
this close to getting her hands on it.

But the world was tipping and suddenly she was on her back
and he was pulling her sleep shorts down her legs. “Open your legs and let me
see you, sweetheart.”

She hesitated, then did it. “Like this?”

His eyes stayed locked on hers for a long moment before his
gaze traveled slowly down her body and stopped on her pussy. God, she’d never
felt as exposed, or so fucking turned-on. The way he was looking at her, as if
hers was the most beautiful, most tantalizing cunt he’d ever laid eyes on was
making her feel squirmy and impatient with the need to be touched. Immediately.

“You want to know my favorite fantasy?” he asked quietly,
pulling off one of his riding boots and letting it drop to the floor with a
heavy thump.

“Yeah, I kinda do.”

“This is my fantasy, Eva.” The other boot came off. He took
a handful of condoms out of his pocket, tossed one onto the bed next to her and
put the rest on the nightstand before he pushed his jeans and underwear over
his hips at the same time.

Fuck, he was beautiful. His Mediterranean heritage was
evident in the light olive of his skin, the pure-black hair that also covered
his body in all the right places, and those sinful eyes. His shoulders were
straight and square, his arms and legs long and strong. Factor in the tattoos
covering his arms and the pirate ship that took up most of the front and side
of his right thigh and it all added up to one devastatingly sexy man.

“You, naked and wet for me.” He met her eyes again. “Just
like this.”

She said his name and he dropped onto his hands over her. He
wasn’t gentle about it when he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, making
her back arch all the way off the bed, only her head and her legs from the ass
down touching it.

He wrapped an arm around her back and lifted her more toward
the center of the mattress. His mouth never lost suction on her nipple and the
slow, back-and-forth slide of his tongue across it was making her pant like a
dog on a hot summer day.

She grappled with one hand on the bed, desperately searching
for the condom before she found it and tore open the wrapper. “Oscar, now,” she
breathed when she finally got the damn thing free and tossed the wrapper aside.

He showed her some mercy and released her nipple, parted her
legs with his knees and stretched his body over hers with his weight on his
elbows and knees. Eva reached between them and sheathed him as quickly as her
trembling hands would allow.

She grasped at him desperately once it was on, her hands not
knowing where to touch him first as he laid siege to her mouth once more. She
tipped her pelvis and then he was inside her—slowly, gradually, slipping all
the way in, inch by incredibly thick, hard inch. He whispered her name against
her lips and a shiver racked her body. She swept his shock of hair back and he
took possession of her mouth again, deeply but more slowly this time.

It was the single most delicious, erotic moment of her life
to have Oscar kissing her that way while buried so far inside her. She smoothed
her hands over his head, learning the shape of his skull and the feel of the
heated skin on the back of his neck.

Again she had that sensation that everything about him was
both familiar and brand new at the same time. The scent of his hair or his skin
or whatever it was about him that had been driving her crazy since the
beginning of time filled her senses. She knew him well enough she would
recognize the shape of his body and the way he walked even at a great distance but
had never been able to freely explore him.

It was an amazing feeling.

And for as many times as she’d wanted to punch him in the
mouth or push him far away from her for being an asshole, suddenly he couldn’t
be close enough. He couldn’t kiss her deep enough or have his cock buried far
enough inside her. She was clinging to him, holding him close, spreading her
legs wide to take all of him inside.

He began fucking her steadily, his hips thrusting hard.
White-hot rushes of pleasure were bouncing around in her body like lightning
trapped in a bottle. She kept having to break free from his mouth to catch her
breath and he kept stealing it back as though he couldn’t part with her kiss.

He pushed deep and stopped, his hips rolling in a way that
made her cry out, dig her nails into his ass with one hand and push his face
away with the other. He hummed his approval. “Like that?”

“God yes,” she breathed.

He pulled almost all the way out of her, thrust in so fast
her back arched and rolled his hips again. She moaned something that sounded
like his name and he smiled.

“
Ooo,
Oscar what?” he asked, looking way too damn
pleased with himself.

He did it again and she cried out, making him groan in
response.

“I’m…oh
shit
.” Her arms flew over her head looking
for something to hold—the headboard, the edge of the bed, even a pillow she
could put over her face so she didn’t break apart into a million little pieces.
He balanced his weight on one arm, caught one of her flailing hands by
interlocking his fingers with hers and pinned it over her head to the mattress.

She gripped his wrist with her other hand and let him anchor
her to the earth that way. His hips moved in long, smooth, controlled waves,
driving his cock into her. He moaned her name again and her toes curled. God,
she didn’t want it to ever end, but surely there was a limit to how high he was
going to take her before he let her go.

She let go of his wrist and wrapped her fingers around the
back of his neck, bringing his hot forehead to hers as she chanted his name
over and over again.

“Hold on,” he whispered, planting a small kiss on her lips
before he seated himself deep and rolled his hips, making her vision go black
and her teeth grind together as she started to come. “I’ve got you, Eva,” he
promised right before he buried his face in her neck and groaned in a way she’d
never heard a man groan before.

Her jaw unlocked and a desperate cry poured out of her
throat. He was so deep that the root of his cock was rubbing that
ultra-sensitive spot just below her clit with each reflexive jerk of his hips
as he came, drawing out her orgasm until she was sure her heart was going to
stop with the intensity of it.

They collapsed in a heap of heaving, sweating body parts,
him with his face still buried in her neck, his hand still holding one of hers.
His solid heaviness on top of her seemed vital, as if the reality of him was
the only thing keeping her from floating into outer space on a cloud of
blissful weightlessness.

The thought “thank God he hadn’t taken her up on her offer
to take her virginity” caused a laugh to rise, but she managed to keep it in.
She’d been a clueless idiot to think she would have been able to handle Oscar’s
intensity as an inexperienced seventeen-year-old. And he would have completely
ruined her for anyone else.