Guilty as Sin (43 page)

Then, as she watched, one tan hand stroked up the inside of her leg and she moaned as she felt firm pressure followed by the thick penetration of his fingers sliding into her wetness.

One hand came up to clutch at the slick skin of his shoulder as she rocked her hips against his mouth and fingers, urging him harder, faster as the pleasure pulled tighter and tighter in her core.

She came with a shuddering cry, her body clenching tightly around his fingers, her hips arching eagerly against his mouth. He groaned, continuing to suck and stroke her until the last of her tremors faded.

Kate blinked against the fog as she came back to earth and found herself sprawled on the bench, her body still tingling with little aftershocks.

Tommy still knelt in front of her and pulled her up so he could kiss her. Kate reached dazedly for a bar of soap next to her and lathered her hands and ran them over Tommy’s shoulders and back. He groaned, arching under her touch like a jungle cat. As she explored his mouth with lazy strokes
of her tongue, she ran her hands over every patch of skin she could reach, discovering the muscles cording his arms, the thick slabs of his chest marred here and there by ropy scars. She traced the ripples of his abdomen and lower.

He gave a harsh groan as her soapy hand closed around his erection, his hips arching helplessly as she squeezed him firmly. She couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of her fist closed around his shaft, stroking it up and down as his breath sawed in his chest and his fists clenched at his sides.

Though the last pulses of her orgasm had barely faded, the sight of him in her hand was enough to make her body quiver with the need to feel him buried deep inside of her.

First she wanted something else. “Stand up,” she said as she leaned in to chase a rivulet of water down his throat.

He rose to his knees, his dark eyes shimmering with lust as he read her intentions.

“You don’t have to—” His words caught in his throat as she closed her lips over the tip of his cock and swirled her tongue around the head.

“I know I don’t have to,” she said, and traced her tongue up and down his length. She reveled in the tremors that shuddered through his body, loved the power that surged through her, knowing that this man who was a hundred pounds heavier and a million times stronger was totally powerless against the pleasure she was giving him. “I want to.”

Tommy clenched his teeth around a groan as he watched Kate’s kiss-swollen pink lips close over the head of his cock. Just the sight of it was almost enough to make him come right then and there. He tried closing his eyes but the image was seared in his brain.

And the feel. Oh, Christ, hot wet suction, the firm stroke of her slim hand squeezing him in a firm, steady rhythm. How many times had he dreamed of this, Kate’s sweet, soft mouth closing over him, taking him as deep in her throat as she could?

Jesus.
He’d never imagined that thing she was doing with her tongue, swirling it around the head and fluttering it against the sensitive spot right below. Everything about it, everything about her was better than any fantasy he’d ever conjured.

Her hair fell in a wet curtain against her cheek, and he brushed it back with trembling fingers so he could watch his cock slide between her lips, then out, its pulsing length slick and shiny.

He could feel his orgasm bearing down, felt his sac pull tighter against his body, his thigh muscles pull tight. “Kate, I’m going to come,” he warned. “You should probably stop—”

A harsh groan ripped from his chest as Kate sucked him harder, deeper into her mouth, her fist pumping him in short, fast strokes. Then his whole body shuddered as he came with a force that drained every last bit of strength from his body.

He collapsed to his knees and pulled Kate down on his lap. He kissed her and felt a primitive thrill at the taste of himself in her mouth. Her knees fell on either side of his hips and her arms looped around his as she kissed him back, slow and lazy, as the water cascaded over them.

It didn’t take long for their kisses to grow more urgent, and within minutes Tommy could feel himself hardening against the smooth curve of Kate’s ass.

Kate gave a little sigh and shifted against him so she could cradle him between her thighs, and Tommy’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as he slid against the slick folds between her legs. He slid his hands to her hips, careful of her bruise as he guided her closer, rocking his hips until
the head of his cock nudged against her opening. He gave a low groan as the tip squeezed inside, and it was all he could do not to shove himself all the way in.

“Aren’t we forgetting something?” Kate asked, even as her hips rolled against him, taking him the barest millimeter deeper. She held herself still, unable to pull away, knowing that they shouldn’t go any further. “God, it would feel so good to have you inside me with nothing between us.”

His cock surged, seeming to stretch inside her as she perfectly echoed his thoughts. Jesus, just having the tip inside was about to kill him. The thought of taking her in deep, slow strokes, without even a thin layer of latex separating them… “I don’t suppose you’re on the pill or something,” he said.

She laughed, making them both groan at the way it made her clench around him. “Don’t I wish. And it’s not even really a safe time of the month or else…” She trailed off with a frustrated sigh.

If he fucked her without protection, she might get pregnant. A vision flashed in his head, a little girl with his dark hair and her solemn, blue-gray eyes.

It wasn’t the idea of their baby that made him lift her by the hips and set her firmly away. It was the fact that the idea of getting Kate pregnant didn’t send him into a full-scale panic. In fact, in what had to be a moment of sheer insanity, it actually struck him as a pretty good idea.

Jesus. Acknowledging the fact that there was something between them worth exploring was one thing, he thought as he helped her to her feet and pushed open the glass door. Entertaining crazy notions of getting her pregnant to tie them together forever was another.

Then he couldn’t think about anything but Kate, her wet, naked body pressed against him, her sweet, soft mouth moving eagerly under his own. She felt so good, her slick skin
and slim curves moving against him he almost forgot to grab a handful of condoms on the way out.

Hands on her hips, he backed her out of the bathroom to the bed, dragged the comforter and sheets back with a yank of his hands, and urged her back against the pillows. He tossed the condoms on the bedside table and paused a moment, to look at her.

He’d had a moment last night, holding her in his arms, in his bed, where he’d felt like nothing had ever been more right in his life.

But the sight of her, naked in his bed, her lips swollen and dark pink from loving, her flawless pale skin marked here and there from a too-firm kiss or a brush of his beard… it blew everything before this out of the water.

It swelled in his chest, an undeniable force, the realization that he wanted Kate in his house, in his bed, more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. And not just tonight. He wanted a lifetime of days that ended like this, with her naked, her open arms and knowing smile beckoning him like a siren’s song to pleasure beyond his wildest imaginations.

She reached out and traced her fingers down his side, over his hip, before closing it around his rock-hard erection. “I want you inside me, Tommy,” she whispered.

He didn’t need any more urging, quickly sheathing himself and settling between her legs. His gaze locked with hers as he pulled her hand back to him and covered her hand with his own as she guided him to her slick folds. “Put me inside you,” he said.

Kate bit her lip, felt another rush of heat and wetness bathe the head of his cock as she guided him home. His dark, smoldering gaze never left hers as he slid inch by devastating inch
until he was buried to the hilt. “Oh, God,” Kate murmured, shifting under him, her body already tightening, rippling around him. After the other night, she should have been more prepared for it, the swiftness, the intensity with which her pleasure crashed over her.

But as he covered her mouth with his and started a slow, steady rhythm, Kate was once again shocked at how fast her body responded, already on the edge as though she hadn’t just come less than ten minutes ago.

In that, it was just like the first time.

But in every other way, what was happening between them now was completely different. Somehow in the past two days the barriers they’d both been so determined to maintain came crashing down, and now there was no holding back. No pretending that this was nothing more than two people indulging their curiosity.

She was falling in love with him, she realized. Or maybe she’d been in love with him all along. Her body stiffened in shock at the revelation, putting a little crack in the spell Tommy was weaving with his hands, his mouth, his body.

“What is it? Did I hurt you?” he said, breathless, so in tune with her he immediately felt the subtle shift in her.

“No,” she quickly reassured him.
Not yet anyway, and not the way you think.

“Are you sure?” His voice was tight with the effort to restrain himself, his muscles quivering under her hands as he held himself back. He bent his head and kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers. “I never want to hurt you, Katie,” he murmured, and bent his head to her breast and gave her nipple a firm tug of his mouth.

Kate cried out as the sensation went straight to her core, making her clench around him and rock her hips to take him even deeper.

“I never want to hurt you again, Katie,” he said again, his hips resuming their slow, steady rhythm as he threaded his hands through her hair and locked his stare with hers. “I only want to make you feel good from now on. Let me make you feel good.”

There was something in his touch, in his voice, in the very way he moved against her that told her he wasn’t just talking about physically. Her fear slipped away as his words rang in her head.
I never want to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good.

She gave herself over to him, to pleasure, to the crazy connection that fourteen years apart and deep wells of pain couldn’t manage to break. She moaned as he hitched one knee higher and thrust deep, punctuating it with a tight circle of his hips that stirred her pleasure to the breaking point.

Her hands circled his back, slid down to the rock-hard muscles of his ass, urging him faster. But he tormented her with those slow, circling thrusts, shoving himself so deep inside her she felt like she could absorb him into her skin. Then the swirling twist that had him touching bundles of nerves she hadn’t ever known existed.