Fyre & Revenge (6 page)

She moaned for
an answer, no longer able to frame a coherent answer. Especially
when he slid to his knees, his fingers sliding from her to push her
thighs open wider. Baring more of her to his view. A flush covered
her cheeks and she shifted as if to cover herself. He growled
warningly, hard hands holding her open for him.

“I’m not done
with you yet, not by a long shot.” The words were breathed right
against her sex, the puff of his breath whispering over her
hyper-sensitive clit. Her hips jerked a little in response, a
movement lost as he looped her legs over his broad shoulders, his
thumbs parting her folds.

The first warm
brush of his tongue was fantastic, sparks erupting behind Zette’s
eyelids. The second was delicious torture. By the third she was
writhing in need, her hands buried in the short spikes of his hair
as she urged him on.

His tongue
flicked over her clit, dancing over her, each flick coiling the
tension low in her belly higher. Soft, breathy moans escaped her as
he added nibbles and sucks to the onslaught, a sensual salvo so
intense the hard knot of tension building in her shattered
abruptly. Pleasure exploded from her core through her body, her
hips jerking in response as she groaned.

He didn’t give
her time to clear her head, her body still humming with pleasure as
he swept her up into his arms. He strode through her apartment as
though he owned the place, glancing into doors until he found the
bathroom.

She blinked in
surprise as he placed her gently on her feet, his hands smoothing
the thick robe from her shoulders. She’d been expecting the
bedroom. Expecting him to stride in there, drop her on the bed and
finish what he’d started. Expected him to fuck her there and then.
She flicked a glance up at him through her lashes as, silently, he
took her hand and helped her into the water. His features were set,
almost feral.

Zette shivered,
sinking down into the water as he stripped off his jacket to roll
his shirt sleeves up over muscled forearms. He was dressed for the
evening. The event she’d not turned up at.

“Don’t look at
me that way. Or so help me God, I’ll pull you out of that water and
screw you on the damn floor!” His voice was tight with need and
something else. Frustration? Anger? She didn’t know what but he was
angry with her, seemed angry at wanting her. Was that it? He was
annoyed because he found her attractive?

Thoughts and
questions swirled silently in Zette’s mind, brushed aside as he
kneeled next to the bath. His hand fisted in her hair as he brought
his lips down on hers again. His kiss was just as hot as before,
but the warm brush of his mouth was somehow gentler as he explored
her. Tasting, teasing, sipping from her lips as his free hand
dipped into the water to stroke along her skin.

He lifted his
head, lips clinging for an instant, as though reluctant to release
her. In silence he washed her, the sensual glide of his hands over
her skin turning Zette on all over again. Someone, somewhere had
taught this man how to turn a simple bath into a weapon of
seduction. Senses already shattered by the explosive climax in the
hall, Zette didn’t stand a chance, shivering in need by the time he
stood and slowly began to strip.

The silk shirt
parted to reveal a muscled torso, lightly peppered with hair down
the centre and around the nipples. Satin smooth skin Zette’s
fingers ached to slide over again. He pulled the shirt free from
his pants, dropping it to the floor as his hands moved to his belt
buckle.

Hazel eyes
caught hers, desire flaring darkly in them. Zette caught her breath
as he unfastened the belt, dropping his pants and underwear in one
smooth move. His erection sprang free of its confinement, standing
proud as he moved toward the bath. Already fully erect, he closed
his fist around it, pumping slowly.

“See what you
do to me Zette?” His demand was softly spoken, but no less intense
when backed up by the hot look in his eyes. “I’ve been bloody hard
all day, thinking of you, waiting to get you to myself.”

He stepped into
the bath behind her, sinking in the water to pull her back into his
arms. Locked in the sensual spell he’d cast she couldn’t say
anything, just leaned back against his hard body. His arms slid
around her, spanning her waist easily and sliding up slowly. His
fingers traced each rib as he got higher and higher. Zette almost
moaned in relief when his hands cupped her breasts, anticipation
killing her.

“You like that,
hmmm?” he murmured in her ear as she arched her back, needing more
of his touch. “What else do you like Zette? What do you want me to
do to you?” His fingers closed over her nipples, rolling the wet
flesh between them and almost sending her into a sensual daze.

“You know what
I want,” she managed, wriggling back against him in the water. This
was fantastic, she’d never done this in a bath before but with the
heat of the water, the slide of skin on skin… It promised to be an
experience she wouldn’t forget soon. Somehow he managed that.
Managed to take the ordinary and turn it into the fantastic.

“Tell me.”

“I wa—I want…”
Her voice trailed off, mouth going dry as his hand slid down her
again, dipping below the water and between her legs. She parted her
thighs, a willing accomplice in her own seduction.

“Yes Zette?” he
prompted, his fingers parting her and finding her aching clit
again. She moaned, her head dropping back against his shoulder as
his clever touch worked her body again.

“Shall I tell
you what I’m going to do to you?” he tempted, kissing along her
neck as he drove her to insanity.

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m going to
lift you up, into my lap…the hot water lapping around you. Lapping
against that delicious cunt.”

She gasped at
the crude words, at the visual he was creating even as his hands
shifted to her hips.

“Then I’m going
to drive my cock into your tight little body, impale you on it and
fuck you senseless.”

She didn’t
answer, didn’t get the time. He was already lifting her. Her pussy
clenched hard as he lifted her clear of the water for a second, the
surface slapping against her aroused flesh for a moment. Then the
swollen head of his cock brushed her slit, pressing against the
entrance to her body.

She hissed
softly as he eased his grip on her hips, letting her weight and
gravity impale her slowly on his rigid length. The sensation was
sublime, her body stretching and accepting his hardness as it
filled her completely. She loved that about him. He seemed made for
her, they fit together that well.

“You feel
fantastic. I can’t think when I’m inside you,” he admitted, his
hips setting up a slow, hard rhythm that took her breath away.
Reaching out, she grasped the sides of the bath and ground her hips
against him, needing more. Already she was close to the edge
again.

His hands
snaked around her body again, one under the water at the juncture
of her thighs and the other cupping her breast and tweaking the
nipple. Her delighted gasp was enough encouragement as he thrust
deeply.

“I can’t-t… I’m
nearly—” She couldn’t finish the sentence, her body already
tightening hard around him. A precursor to another hard and fast
orgasm. He sped up, thrusts so hard and powerful now if she hadn’t
been as turned on as she was, her pussy slick with her own juices,
he’d have run the risk of hurting her.

“It’s okay,
come for me Zette, I want to hear you scream my name.” His fingers
circled her clit, firm pressure that tipped her over the edge and
into her release, his name on her lips.

The concert was
over. Zette breathed a sigh of relief as she finally made it to the
after-show party, slipping through the door and snagging a glass of
champagne from a circulating waiter as the speeches began.

“I’d like to
announce that the ‘
Midsummer
Night’s
Dream’
concert was a huge success! The phone lines are
still jammed and early figures show we’ve smashed our original
estimates,” Christine Lombard, the promotions genius JJ had sent to
help Zette with the concert, announced as she beamed around the
room.

“So well done
guys, here’s to you!” She raised her glass to toast the room. A
room filled, not with the high fliers who had headlined at the
concert, but with ‘real’ people. The people who’d made it happen.
Zette was an exception, being one of the headliners as well as a
behind-the-scenes person. Personally she preferred the second role.
Less bullshit.

“To us!”

Zette raised
her glass as the room erupted into cheers and general merriment.
There was a definite party atmosphere in the air; the promised
release of tension after a long, hard slog. Zette breathed a sigh
of relief and allowed herself to relax a little. She was wound
tighter than a spring, had been for the last week or so.

She took a sip
from her glass and looked about. She was still dressed for the
stage; all she’d done was lighten up the heavy makeup they had
plastered on her. Her entrance had gone unnoticed for the moment,
which she was glad about. She always needed a little time after a
show to wind down and let the adrenalin drain away.

Usually.
Tonight she felt odd, still keyed up. Her eyes wandered over the
crowded room, settling on one tall, familiar figure. JJ. She’d know
those broad shoulders and that well-built body anywhere. Her
tension rose another notch. She hadn’t been sure he’d make it back
from the business meetings that had taken him overseas for most of
the past week. Some crisis in the Middle East only he could sort
out.

Pleasure filled
her that he had managed it, but it was bittersweet pleasure. She
snagged a table in the corner, noting the stick-insect starlet who
was clinging to his arm, and his every word, with delight. Zette
didn’t blame her, women’s eyes followed JJ wherever he went and an
affair with a guy like him wasn’t going to hurt any up and coming
wannabe’s career. Which was obviously what this girl was after and,
by the way JJ leaned into her, he wasn’t adverse to the idea. Her
teeth worried her lower lip as she tried to ignore the two in the
corner over in the other side of the room.

It was over,
she was fairly sure of that. Apart from the physical distance with
being abroad JJ had been distant on the phone, always too busy and
rushing her off whenever she called. So she hadn’t called for the
last couple of days. The silence had damn near killed her. As much
as she tried to kid herself that he was just busy, that he’d call,
she knew he wouldn’t. And he hadn’t. And with the concert over
Zette had no reason to share his bed anymore, so there would be a
vacancy. Convenient.

“Kidding
yourself Zette, time to move on. He obviously has,” she murmured
into her glass, downing the rest of the champagne in one go. Misery
and frustration crowded into her heart but she squashed them down.
Now that she was facing the fact it was over, however it had
started, she found she didn’t want it to be finished. She was in
love.

Totally,
stupidly, head over heels in love with JJ.

She stopped and
studied the empty glass absently. When had that happened? When had
she been
stupid
enough to let that happen? She’d thought
she was in love with JJ before. Playing with the stem of her empty
glass she realised she hadn’t been. She’d just been a teenager with
her first crush. At the time it had seemed all-consuming, a passion
so desperate that when she’d found herself alone, her heart had
broken into so many pieces she was sure it would never be whole
again.

But it had been
nothing more than a crush. She’d picked herself up and carried on,
the experience hardening her, giving her that edge she needed to
make it. This time though, she was a woman and it would devastate
her…

“Another drink
Ma’am?” The waiter’s voice broke into her reverie. Zette looked up,
a little startled, into kind brown eyes.

“Pretty lady
like you shouldn’t look so sad at a party, if you don’t mind me
saying. Whoever he is, he’s a prat.” He placed another drink on the
table next to her, flashing a small smile at her start. Surely she
wasn’t that transparent?

“I recognise
the look. Have a few drinks and forget him. Plenty more fish in the
sea,” he said, sympathy in his eyes. He had to have recognised her.
Knew who she was. She could almost see the headlines now
‘
Heartbroken
star
mopes
at
party!
’
.

Somehow though,
she didn’t think that was going to happen. There was something
about him that was sincere and after years in the cut-throat world
of music, Zette had learned to tell the genuine ones from the
fakes.

A soft smile
curved her full lips. “Thanks. I’m fine, but thanks.” Her voice was
soft, her eyes thoughtful as the waiter moved off unseen. There
were plenty more fish in the sea, but she’d always want the
shark.

She shivered,
trying to shake off her morose mood, as the microphone crackled
again. She looked up but it wasn’t Christine this time. JJ stood in
the middle of the makeshift stage. He cleared his throat and
spoke.

“Ladies and
gentlemen, some of you may know me, most of you will not. My name
is Jarrett Jensen but most people call me JJ. Some of you might be
familiar with the name Jensen, I run a little company called Jensen
Industries.” He trailed off as a small laugh went around the room.
Jensen Inc. was one of the major players in the business world,
there weren’t many people that hadn’t heard of it and by extension,
JJ.

“First off I’d
like to congratulate you on the sheer success this evening has
been. Rarely has it been my pleasure to work with a group of people
so dedicated to a cause and working together so hard to achieve
success. So, kudos to you guys.” He raised his glass to the room in
general. “Also my recruitment officers are placed at all the exits
so, if you fancy a change of career, I could do with people like
you.”