High Noon (Between the Veils Series, Book Two) (7 page)

“More.”

The word was raw, like her nerves, and she sank her fingers in his hair when his lips closed over her nipple, drawing it into his wet heat. Warm cream eased from her slit as Blake suckled the tight bud, pinching her other nipple between his fingers. He switched sides, laving her nipple before biting it. She squirmed beneath him, pressing her groin against his shaft in desperation.

“Still impatient, I see.” He cupped her mound through her pants, making air hiss through her teeth. “Like you said before, sweetheart, these need to go.”

Payton’s eyes opened, and her hands fell from his hair as he fingered her pants, dispensing of the button and zipper the same way she had. This time the rasp of the metal teeth sent shivers down her spine as Blake grabbed the sides and yanked off her pants. A thin scrap of white cotton was all that stood between them.

“God. You’ve fucking drenched these.” He ripped the narrow sides apart, allowing the torn material to fall between her thighs.

She looked up at him, but he merely shrugged.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but you’d ruined those. I’ll have to get you a new pair, but first.” He leaned forward, inhaling as he lowered his face to her mound. “Damn, I swear I can already taste you.” He extended his tongue, licking a path through her slit. “Mmm. Even sweeter than I imagined.”

His words only made her wetter as he made another pass, deeper than before. The fluttering in her stomach swirled faster, and she knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.

Blake eased back slightly, trailing a single finger along her inner thigh. “Do me a favor and hold yourself open.”

Heat burned her cheeks as she stared at him, not sure what to do. His palm landed on the bottom part of her ass and she jumped, her gaze flying to his.

“Be a good girl, sweetheart, or I’ll have to toss you over my knee.”

Her breath hitched and she released a garbled cough. God, how many times had she wished for a partner that would bring some of her fantasies to life? It was as if he was reading her mind.

Blake moved over her. “Damn, Payton. You’re going to be the death of me.” He lifted her up, holding her close to him. “Looks like you need that spanking after all.”

Payton gasped as the world shifted, his strong arms laying her across his thighs. She tried to push up, but he laid one arm across her back, holding her still. She wiggled against him, but was rewarded with a firm smack across her ass.

“That’s for not calling me months ago and putting your life at risk.” Another pass of his hand warmed her flesh. “And for thinking I wouldn’t come.” He landed one more whack. “And that’s because you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”

He smoothed his hand across her heated skin, soothing the slight sting he’d inflicted. The stark contrast rolled another wave of desire through her, making her pussy clench emptily. A warm breath tickled her shoulder as he leaned over her, planting a wet kiss on the top of her spine.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Was it as good as you’d hoped?” He chuckled at her muffled answer as he traced his other hand up her inner thighs. “That’s okay. I’ll check for myself.”

His finger inched higher, lightly brushing across her clit. She moaned at the feathered touch, lifting her hips in the hopes of increasing the contact. He moved with her, giving her only fleeting passes of his finger along her crease as he continued to kiss and lick her skin. Payton groaned in frustration, certain she’d die of need when a broad finger slipped between her folds and sank deep inside her.

“God, Blake, please. Please let me come.”

“So soon?”

“I didn’t tease you.”

He nipped her shoulder muscle this time. “An oversight on your part. I assure you, I won’t make the same mistake.”

She huffed, trying to push up again. “Seriously, Blake, I…”

Her voice keened into a hiss of pleasure as he pulled his hand back and drove it deep again, the pad of his finger brushing across her G-spot. White spots flashed across her vision as he slowly repeated the motion, easing out then driving in. The steady rhythm soothed some of her aching need, but after a few minutes of pleasure, the emptiness returned, stronger than before. She moved against him, plunging his finger even deeper.

He shifted his legs slightly, giving his hand more space to move between her thighs. “Tell me what you need, Payton, and I’ll give it to you.”

He withdrew his finger, swirling the warm cream around her clit. She cried out, tilting her hips to give him better access. She knew she must look desperate with her ass pushed skyward, but she didn’t care. He’d worked her into a frenzy and she wasn’t convinced she’d survive his torture.

“I need more than just your finger. I need you, driving deep, fucking me like it’s our last moment on Earth. I need you to hold on and never let go. Damn, I just need you to love me.”

His motion stilled for a moment, his breath exhaling in a slow hiss. She reran the words she’d uttered without thinking and cringed. Had she really phrased it that way? Love her?

Blake’s lips kissed the side of her neck. “I think I have for the past twelve years, without even realizing it.” Another breath tickled her skin. “Enough teasing. Come for me.”

His hand returned to her sex, two fingers thrusting inside as his other hand found her clit, the pad of his thumb making firm circles across the knotted nerves. The shadowed scenery faded into gray as the coil he’d wound inside her tightened to the breaking point. She held her breath, suspended on the edge when he added a third finger. The increased pressure pushed her over. She screamed his name, fisting the sleeping bag as the candlelight appeared to splinter, flashing shards of colored light across the blackness as she shattered around his hand, shaking through her orgasm until her strength waned and she collapsed on his thighs.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you, pulsing around me. God, I can still feel you squeezing my fingers.”

She rolled her head to one side, not sure why she still felt empty with his fingers lodged deep inside her, evidence of her release smeared on her inner thighs. Her orgasm should have taken the edge off, but it’d only succeeded in making her more needy.

She found the strength to raise her head, glancing at Blake across her shoulder. His eyes held the same desperate quality she felt inside and she reached her hand to him, closing her eyes as he shuffled her again, cradling her in his arms as he lifted her into his lap. His shaft pressed against her side, but he didn’t rush the moment, taking the time to smooth his hand down her hair, dropping kisses on her head.

She drank in his spicy essence, planting a kiss on his chest as she looked up at him, cupping his jaw in her hand. He nuzzled into it, kissing her palm before twisting and placing her back on the pad. The weight of his body on hers made her feel safe as she opened her thighs and wrapped her heels around his back.

Blake went to his elbows, his biceps flexing as he held himself above her, his groin nestled between her legs. His hard cock nudged her sex and she opened wider, pressing the first inch of him inside her. He grunted, his forehead falling to hers as he levered his hips back and plunged forward, hilting himself.

A second orgasm rioted through her, squeezing her channel around his shaft. Blake moaned in her ear, biting the lobe as he dragged his shaft back through her spasming walls only to drive home again. She arched into each stroke, not sure how she accommodated his width, but loving the way her body stretched to allow him inside. He set up a hard rhythm, his hips grinding into hers as he panted against her shoulder. Beads of sweat dotted his back and she reveled in his loss of control—that she could drive past his limits and make him crazy with desire.

“God, damn, Payton. You’re too tight. Too hot. Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Then don’t.” She nipped at his ear this time. “Come for me.”

He growled at her mimicked words and quickened his pace, thrusting so fast his body blurred with the surrounding shadows. She clamped her hands around his shoulders, knowing she was probably leaving marks but unable to stop. Another climax bubbled inside her, expanding outward until she feared she’d burst. She looked into Blake’s eyes, needing to see him give himself completely over to her. He gazed down at her, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss that unhinged her. Her body convulsed once then shook, her pussy clamping down on his invading shaft. He grunted into her ear as he continued to push into her, pumping her channel until his back stiffened and he came, jerking his hips against her groin as his cock pulsed, emptying inside her. His eyes rolled backward as he gave himself over to his release, and for that split second, he was completely vulnerable. His trust humbled her, and she held tight until his muscles relaxed, his head falling to hers again.

Blake hovered over her until she tugged at his back, welcoming his weight as he settled on top of her. Their breathing mixed, the heavy pants echoing in the empty space. He brushed his nose against hers then planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

The sincerity in his touch misted her eyes, and she had to blink to keep the tears at bay. She’d never been loved with such conviction before, and she knew in her heart this was more than just sex. It was fate.

Blake drew a shaky breath, easing his weakening erection out of her. She groaned at the loss of intimate contact, but smiled when he rolled to his side, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back tight to his chest. His chin nuzzled the side of her neck as his hand settled between her breasts.

“You’re amazing, sweetheart. My only regret is that I didn’t have the courage to do this twelve years ago.”

“You would have killed me with that kind of pounding twelve years ago.”

“I doubt it. But I’ll take that as a sign you enjoyed yourself.” He kissed the soft shell of her ear. “Thank you.”

She glanced back at him. “You’re more than welcome. But you can thank me again like that in the morning.”

He shook his head. “You really are dangerous. And you’ve got yourself a deal.”

He relaxed back, his easy breathing lulling her toward sleep.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the hot feel of his skin against hers, when her breath caught. She bolted upright and swept her gaze down their entwined bodies. “Oh god. We had sex.”

He pushed up beside her, confusion etched across his face. “Should I be concerned you’re just realizing that now?”

She slapped his chest. “Not funny. I meant that we had sex…in the church. And if that wasn’t bad enough, we’re not even married.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I hardly think we’ll wake to fire and brimstone raining down from the heavens.”

“But you said we were safe because this is holy ground. What if we just made it unholy?”

Blake cupped her jaw, his features softening. “We’re fine.” He silenced her attempted interruption with his thumb across her lips. “Payton. Trust me. We did a lot of things in here tonight, but with the way I feel about you, I can assure you none of it was the least bit
unholy
.” He kissed her. “But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll double check the barriers I put up earlier—make sure they’re still in place.”

He gave her a stunning smile as he rose and headed into the darkness, the quiet press of his feet across the floor marking his movement. She stayed on the sleeping bag, rerunning his words in her head. Though she realized their heightened senses were likely to blame, she couldn’t rule out the idea that his intensions extended beyond the scope of their immediate problem. That he was here for more than just the chance to bring some old fantasies to life.

She drew a shaky breath.
Good god, what have I gotten myself into.

She shook her head, looking up as Blake reappeared, reclaiming his spot beside her.

“All’s good. I laid down some more salt and touched up the pentacles. Nothing paranormal is getting in here tonight. Promise.”

He claimed her mouth with his, kissing any away residual doubts as he took them gently to the pad, snuggling her against him again. Shadows played at the edge of the circle of light, but she didn’t care. As long as Blake was there, his body curled protectively around hers, she knew nothing would hurt her. They were safe and with any luck, they’d be able to get rid of the ghost and see where this new development would take them.

Chapter Six

Blake blinked, inhaling as he turned his head slightly, gazing at one of the church windows. A stream of muted light sparkled along the colored glass, a ribbon of yellow visible beyond the hills. He tried to shake some of the fuzziness from his head when Payton’s warm body snuggled into him.

He turned back, smiling as she moaned in her sleep, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. They’d woken a few hours after their tryst, shivering from the cold. He’d unzipped one of the sleeping bags and thrown it over them, content to simply hold her as she slept. She’d kissed his chest and laid her head on him, draping part of her body across his. And while he’d never been one to cuddle before, with her it felt right.

The notion tumbled through his gut, and he closed his eyes as he recalled the previous night. He’d been caught up in the moment, his inhibitions lowered, and had all but confessed his love—a love he realized he’d been harboring for years. Now he understood why he’d never been able to make his scattered relationships work. He’d been hung up on his teenage crush.

He sighed. He could fight it all he wanted, but Payton Scott held his heart, and the sooner he made peace with that, the better. And hopefully, her little plea last night meant she felt more than just lust for him as well.

“You know, Blake, if you lay there making faces at nothing, I’m going to think you really are crazy. Or are you talking to more spirits?”

Her voice sent fiery embers skittering down his spine, and he tried to ignore the sudden hardening of his cock as he gave her a smile. Once hadn’t been enough, though he doubted a lifetime would. “You’d be wiser to go with the crazy scenario. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before they haul me off in an oversized white jacket.” He reached for her waist, cupping her warm skin. “You sleep okay?”