Heat Seeker (2 page)

His own jeans hung low on his hips, teasing her with the bulge beneath them. It looked huge.

Shaking, Bailey reached out her palm, flattening it against the center of his chest and smoothing down the silky hairs that covered it. She felt him flexing beneath her touch, the hard muscle and tough skin reacting to the caress as his expression tightened with hunger. His gaze was murky, swirling with shades of gray and sexual power as her fingers caressed to the snap of his jeans.

Bailey couldn’t resist. She ached. She needed. She’d been working with him for months and all she’d been able to think about was the lean, muscular body and sensual swagger. How he would kiss, taste, touch. What it would be like to kiss, taste, and touch in turn. So far, it was like fireworks erupting through her system.

She fought to breathe. She fought to hold back, to enjoy every sensation, every heated touch.

She pulled at the snap as he rose on his knees above her, his gaze narrowed as he stared down at her. The zipper loosened easily, and Bailey felt her mouth go dry a second before it began to water in hunger.

Long, thick, the heavily aroused shaft throbbed, the darkened crest flared out and sheened with moisture.

“You make a man lose his mind.” His voice was rough, thick with arousal.

The sound of it sent a clench of desperate sensation straight to her womb. He sounded hungry, desperate for her. The thought that this man, so incredibly bold, so hard and rugged, ached for her sent the blood crashing through her veins and arcs of heated desire striking through the erogenous zones of her body.

“I’ve already lost mine,” she panted as his fingers curled around the mound of one breast.

Her nipple peaked hard, desperately tight and hot. When his thumb raked over it, Bailey felt her heart trying to come out of her chest.

Lifting herself until she was sitting in front of him, she gripped the edges of his jeans and dragged them down his thighs as her lips pressed to those tight abs. Parting them, she licked the tough flesh, nipped at it, and was rewarded by the harsh, male groan that tore from his chest.

That was what she wanted to hear. Those rough sexy male sounds that assured her it was good, that she was giving him pleasure. That he wanted her. That maybe he ached for her as desperately as she ached for him.

She curled her fingers around the silk-and-iron length of his erection, pumped it slow and easy, and watched as more moisture beaded the tip.

The flared head was just beneath her lips, enticing her, drawing her hunger.

“Little tease,” he moaned above her as his fingers threaded through her hair, tugging at the long strands, causing the ends
to caress her bare back and send another sensual sensation arcing through her system.

“Tease?” she whispered. “I’m not teasing, Trent. I’m very damned serious.”

Her tongue licked over the moisture beading the tip of his cock, causing a husky grumble to leave his chest.

He liked that. His hips arched closer to her, his muscled thighs clenched violently, and the throb of his flesh beneath her fingers intensified.

He drew her as no other man ever had. He made her wish things, want things she had never wanted before. Need for him drowned out the loneliness and the sound of the storm beyond the windows.

Bailey parted her lips, needing more of him, aching for it as she had never ached for anything else. She covered the hot crest of his cock with her mouth, sucked him inside, and, through the strangled groan he gave, laved the sensitive head with her tongue.

He tasted hot and completely male. Like the storm outside, wild and untamed.

Trent Daylen was like a surfer boy mixed with a killer. A delicate balance of rakish charm and irresistible danger. And for tonight he was all hers.

“God, Bailey, your mouth.” His voice wrapped around her, urged her on.

With the fingers of her free hand she reached between his thighs, let the tips of her nails scour against the tight sac drawn close to the base of his cock.

His hands tightened in her hair. Bailey sucked him deeper, let her tongue lick over the engorged flesh, and felt her own pleasure rising.

Each suck of her mouth, each touch of her fingers brought a reaction for her. His hands tightening in her hair, his rough voice groaning her name, a sigh of pleasure passing his lips.

“Damn, you’re enough to make a man crazed,” he accused her, though he didn’t sound in the least resentful. He sounded
sexy and dark, dangerous and playful. “Suck it, sweetheart. Steal my mind.”

What was left of it anyway. He was rakish, playful, an adrenaline junkie with a cause and she loved every facet of his personality.

She loved him.

Bailey almost paused. She almost hesitated in the pleasure she was giving him at the revelation that she could possibly love him.

She loved him. Over the months of working with him she had somehow managed to lose her heart to him.

“Damn, Bailey. Baby.” His hips pumping, he fucked her mouth with the hard, straining length of his cock as his fingers moved to her nipples, plucking at the tight points and sending pleasure rocking straight between her thighs.

She moaned around his cock as she sucked and licked the throbbing head. She tasted him and grew hungry for more as her hands stroked over his thighs now.

“Hell yes.” She could feel his gaze on her, watching her. Lifting her eyes, Bailey was caught by the storm swirling in the depths of his gaze.

“Let me watch you lick it, Bailey,” he commanded, his voice harder now, more dominant. “Use your tongue on me, baby.”

She drew back, her tongue extending, licking, stroking. God he felt so good, tasted so male. She’d been desperate to touch him, and now that she had him she was shaking with the wonder of it.

“Fuck me, yes,” he muttered. “That’s what I’m going to do to you, sweetheart. Lick your sweet pussy till you scream. Till you’re begging for more.”

She was ready to beg now. The very thought of his tongue stroking between her thighs sent her juices spilling from her sex to dampen the folds further.

“Suck me now.” The hands in her hair pressed her closer until her lips were parting, taking him inside the wet warmth of her mouth as his cock flexed and throbbed and spilled a precious drop of pre-cum.

Bailey licked at it eagerly, hungrily. She was lost in the moment, the pleasure, and the man. Nothing mattered outside the walls of the bungalow, nothing mattered except this. Touching him. Feeling his touch.

She filled her mouth with the engorged flesh of his cock, taking a small amount of it, suckling at the head, licking at it, and finding her reward in the hard, guttural groans coming from his chest.

She glanced up at him, saw the hard savage pleasure that twisted his expression, and the blood thundered through her veins in excitement. She was an admitted adrenaline junkie herself, but no high she had experienced could compare to this.

Taking Trent into her mouth, caressing him, seeing his pleasure in her. It made her feel beautiful. She felt desired.

“Hell. No more.” He was dragging her head back.

Bailey moaned in protest. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him exploding in her mouth, taking her, marking her.

“Enough,” he ordered, the rich velvet of his voice roughening as she found herself on her back once again.

He held her wrists in one hand, stretching them above her head as he stared down at her, the thick sandy blond lashes shielding his dark gray eyes as he watched her.

His lips were fuller now. A dark flush mantled his cheeks as the long strands of dark blond hair fell over his brow.

“I’m going to eat you up like candy,” he promised, licking his lips as Bailey fought back a sensual cry.

“I think you’re just going to talk me to death,” she accused him roughly.

His chuckle was dark and deep. It was filled with purpose and washed over her senses like a soft summer rain as his head lowered, his lips going to one plump nipple.

Bailey arched beneath him as the heat of his mouth surrounded the sensitive tip. Her fingers curled until her nails bit into her palms and she strained against his head.

“Oh God, Trent.” She wanted to scream his name but didn’t have the breath to do more than push out a whispered cry.

Her fingers fisted into his hair as he sucked at the hard point of her nipple. His tongue lashed at it, his teeth raked it. He tormented it, tortured it until she arched against him, strangled cries leaving her throat as she fought to hold him to her.

Perspiration sheened her flesh, desire dampened her thighs. She could feel the pulse and throb of blood inside her sex and the aching tightness of her clit.

She was on fire. Flames were racing across her flesh, tingling between her thighs. When he slid his leg between hers, the heavy muscle of his upper leg pressing into the aching folds between her thighs, she nearly came from the contact.

Arching into the pressure, her hips writhed as she rubbed the swollen knot of her clit into his hot flesh. She could feel sensation winding tighter in her womb, the need for orgasm becoming painful as his lips moved from one peaked nipple to the next.

When he moved back, his lips roaming down her body, Bailey was helpless against the desire tearing through her. Her legs parted for his shoulders, and when his tongue licked through the heavy juices built along the folds of her sex, she nearly came off the bed, the pleasure was so great.

It was like having a flame, sensual, wicked, laid to her flesh. His tongue licked slow and easy through the narrow slit; then his lips caught at the flesh, gave it a suckling kiss before moving to the sensitive folds on the other side.

His teeth rasped against the swollen mound, his tongue licking around her clit. And all the while his fingers played a rapturous, torturous little game as they circled and probed at the entrance.

“You’re the tease,” she cried out as her fingers clenched in his hair and she fought to hold him in place while he gave an exquisite little suckling kiss to her clit. “You’re killing me, Trent.”

“Loving you,” he muttered against her sex. “God, Bailey, you taste like peaches and cream.”

“Soap,” she moaned.

His chuckle sent pleasure tearing through her.

“That’s not soap.” He kissed her again, a deep tongue-licking kiss right into the center of her pussy. “That’s my baby. So sweet and hot I could melt right into her.”

Oh God. She almost dissolved herself then and there. When his tongue thrust inside her again she swore she was going to do more than melt. She was going to explode. She was going disintegrate right there in his arms.

“You’re killing me.” He rose between her thighs. He reach out to the bed table, retrieved a condom he had opened earlier, and rolled it quickly over his cock. “Come here, Bailey. Come on, love. Have me now.”

Have him now? She wanted to have him always.

Lifting her hips, she watched as the swollen head of his cock eased between the lips of her sex and nudged against the entrance of her vagina. She watched, wide-eyed, the breath stilling in her lungs as he began to ease inside her.

If she had felt on fire before, she felt more so now. With each shift of his hips, she could feel the burning stretch as her muscles fought to accommodate the width of his flesh. The folds of her pussy gleamed with her juices as the dark, heavy shaft parted them.

It was arousing, the sight of him taking her intensifying the pleasure until Bailey didn’t think she could take much more. She was burning in the center of a storm; lightning erupted inside her, thunder crashed through her veins. She was lost in a turmoil of sensation and had no idea how to hold on.

“Hold on to me, baby.” As though he knew what the pleasure was doing to her.

He took her hands and led them to his wrists, first one then the other. Her fingers wrapped around the strong breadth of them as her hips arched, a cry tearing from her as she took more of him.

“So sweet,” he murmured. “There you go, love. Watch me take you. I’ve never seen anything so damned hot in my life as the sight of you taking my dick.”

His hips bunched and moved, his cock stroked deeper inside her, sending her nerve endings into a maelstrom of sensation that whipped through her mind.

Nothing existed but the feel of him moving inside her, taking her, stretching her until she was crying out his name, begging for more. Deeper. Harder. The short delving strokes weren’t enough. She wanted all of him. She wanted to feel him taking her, stretching her, burning her alive with his possession.

“Damn, Bailey. Wait a minute.” His hands gripped her hips as he tried to hold her still.

Bailey’s head thrashed against the pillows. “No. Please, Trent. Don’t wait. Please don’t wait.” Her muscles clenched around him, spasming with the need she couldn’t control as he threw his head back and thrust his hips forward.

Time dissolved. Bailey felt it sliding away, receding with reality as the deep pleasure-pain of his possession wiped everything else from her mind.

In one hard stroke he buried himself inside her. His cock throbbed inside the clasp of her clenching pussy. Flexing and pounding in rhythm to their shattered breaths, she nearly came at the feel of it. Nearly. Not quite. She was desperate to come. She could feel her orgasm hovering just out of reach as her nails bit into his wrists and her hips writhed beneath him.