Hot & Humid (8 page)

“I think I ruined my dress.”

On a curse, Thane rounded. He lifted her over his shoulder and hit the stairs fast, taking them three at a time. The stairwell winded up to the second floor in a narrow curve. Brine dropped the handcuffs at the top of the stairs. He went straight to the master bathroom and slammed shut the door. The bathroom was a blur of modern black and gold trim. The tub was deep and the shower was wall to wall tile with no glass. Thane set her unceremoniously onto her feet with her back to the door.

“Take off the
dress
.”

“Get out of here and I will.”

“I’m not fucking around, Brine. Take it
off
.”

Passion stormed through his darkening eyes. She was caught up in the vortex of lust spinning them closer together. She could feel it and it frightened the hell out of her. She couldn’t do this. She wouldn’t. She gasped as Thane grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it down to her belly button. A thin layer of grime coated her skin. Brine held her hands up over her naked breasts to cover her burn scars. He rolled the fabric down over her hips and dropped it to the floor. Lace black bikini panties covered her ass. He turned away to turn the shower on. The shower was a rectangular-shaped L that she couldn’t see all the way into. From the angle it looked big enough for four. Water whooshed from the golden head.

“Get in.”

The command was an insult to her wildly independent side. Thane was trying to keep control and she could see that he was quickly losing it. The thought of him losing control frightened her and made her pussy clench with desire. There was a large tent pointing to the left in Thane’s boxers. Brine could see the rigid length of his cock trying to push over the edge of his boxers. She licked her lips.

She kept her panties on as she stepped onto the tile flooring of the shower.

Thane cursed as he dropped his boxers and dragged her by the wrists into the water. “Why does everything have to be a fight with you?”

“Maybe I like to fight with you.”

She pressed her palms to his solid chest and shivered with desire. Beneath her fingers, she could feel his heart pounding away in time with hers. It was so right and so very wrong. She didn’t want to have sex with him. She couldn’t. Sex was the last thing she wanted. She had to get away from him.

“Oh, no. I don’t think so. You’re not running away from me again.”

Her eyes were wide as he reached for the soap. “Close your eyes.”

She trembled. “Why?”

“I don’t want you thinking about anything.”

She closed them. His soapy hands were a shock to her sensitized body. He focused on her arms first. He washed her with a skilled, erotic edge of man who was used to playing with his lovers in the most exotic of ways. That had her imagining what kind of lover he could be. There was an athletic charisma about him. In another time and place, he’d be a warrior or a knight. Or the leader of an environmental logging company that bought and sold land the way people go through tissues. She leaned against the wall.

Both hands went down her legs. She sensed him moving, hunching down before her. He lifted her right leg and propped it on his shoulder. He scrubbed the soap up and down before setting her foot onto the tile. He placed her other leg on his shoulder and did the same washing routine. He set her leg down and slid his soapy hands up her belly. She shivered at the erotic way his fingers caressed her belly button. He slid higher to cup both breasts with his hands. She moaned as his fingers strummed her nipples until her pussy was weeping with unleashed desire. She bit her lip to keep from calling out his name. She grabbed a hold of his wrists, trying to stop him but it was no use. His fingers tweaked, rolled and pinched her flesh until her clit was singing in frustration.

“Don’t…stop.”

“Are you telling me to stop?”

“Please…don’t stop.”

He loomed in close with his right hand moving down her belly toward her skin-tight, wet panties. His lips were close to her face. Both were breathing wrongly. She had to put a stop to this before it went too far but she couldn’t. Her body was screaming for release. His fingers teased the edge of the lace up from her skin.

“Go ahead and stop me.”

Both knew she was no match for his sexual prowess. He could force any woman and he’d have them begging for it in the end. Brine felt conflicted over what her body wanted and over what was safe for her well-being.

“You want me, Brine, and I want to fuck instead of fight for a while.”

“I don’t want you.”

He chuckled because he knew otherwise. She groaned as he lips forced his way onto hers. His tongue flicked past her lips, and she opened willingly to the invasion. Their tongues wrestled for dominance while his body pinned her with his throbbing cock to the tile. The countdown had begun in her mind. She knew she was losing this match. His hand skimmed below her panties and teased over her vulva, diving inside to feel the honey flowing out of her pussy.

“Liar.”

He palmed her breast and rolled her nipple with the tip of his thumb. Brine’s pussy clenched and her clit vibrated from the humming of her nipple. Her knees weakened and she tried to push away.

She arched, bucking his hand out from inside her pussy. His big hand came around to squeeze and pinch her ass tight. Thane slapped his cock against her belly, coming in close. When she leaned just so, she could feel the engorged head brush the bottom of her breasts. The erotic play made her pussy clench more. Her clit tingled from the silk sliding and rubbing across the top.

Thane’s thumb hooked under the lace on her hip and slid across the crack of her ass to snag the other side. The silk bunched between her ass. Thane yanked it back hard, pulling the front of her panties down to roll over her clit. She shuddered and dug her nails into his broad shoulders until she drew blood. He growled deep within his throat.

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

She did when he played her like that. He twisted her panties around, making them a string that went from front to back. The fabric was a bow and her body the violin. He tuned her in slow, beautiful strokes that had her clit and pussy snapping together in perfect time. Frustration had her reaching between them to grab his cock.

She squeezed. “I don’t know if we should do this.”

He backed her against the cold tile, bracing his free palm against the tile. “You want this. I want this.”

“Thane...”

“I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

Her flingers slipped over the head of his cock, making a diamond of moisture surface. Brine knew the only way to stop him would be to get him off quick and hard. She stroked down, and he pulled her panties tighter. His thigh pushed between her legs, making her pussy lips open wide. He teased her ear with his lips and tongue, whispering dirty words of seduction that made her want to have sex with him. The truth was, she did want to have sex with him.

“You’re so hot. You want my throbbing cock to take you hard and fast.”

She moaned as his mouth found the pulse in her neck to tease with his teeth and tongue. He licked his way down her shoulder, across her breast, and to her hard, achy nipple.

“Just one kiss…”

“Too late, Brine.”

His tongue was a shock of heat on the engorged flesh. He sucked eagerly, making her pussy flutter and her body swoon. Heat scorched through her belly to her clitoris. It was as though he were sucking and lapping her clit. His leg rubbed her clit into submission.

This was going too fast. She was losing control. She tried to buck him off but he held her tighter. He was so much stronger. His hand in her panties was like a tether she couldn’t escape from. Each stroke was erotic torture over her flesh. The first signs of her orgasm were rising through her pussy with little inner quakes.

“We should stop before we do something we’ll regret.”

His free hand slid around to grab her ass. “I promise you won’t have any regrets. We’re going to work out our differences the biblical way.”

“Oh, god.”

He was breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead to hers. Water crashed down on top of their heads. He groaned her name as he kissed her hard. He moved one hand to the front of her bunched panties. He now had them grasped front and back. He yanked and pulled, front to back, making her hips work and hump the silken material. It didn’t take long before her clit exploded into a tight orgasm that fluttered down to her pussy. She was calling out her pleasure as she wet hard into the fabric.

Thane grinned and kissed her swollen lips. “I knew you wanted it.”

She felt frustrated and sexed all at the same time. His engorged flesh was a reminder that they hadn’t finished what he started. She felt his hands right her panties. Bothered by how he’d gotten her there so fast, Brine put back up the wall he managed to tear down.

“I have to go,” she said.

“You’re running away from me again.”

She tried to pull away but he stopped her by pushing her front up against the tile. “You don’t want me. I’m damaged goods.”

“That’s bullshit.” He put his front flush to her skin. “Less talking. More fucking.”

She tried to stop Thane from edging her panties down her legs but he had them around one ankle before she could resist. He spread her legs wide by pulling her ass up and into the air. She gave her ass a teasing little shake that made him smile. He spanked her once on her bottom then again on the other cheek. Vibrations shot through her pussy, making her want for things she shouldn’t have. Brine pushed off the wall to regain her balance only to feel the tip of Thane center on her pussy. He was bigger and wider than any man she’d ever been with, not that there were that many to compare to. She held perfectly still as he pushed his wide cock into her canal.

Ever so slowly he entered her until he was fully inside her pussy.

“Move,” he growled.

“Make me.”

He spanked her again and she let the erotic sensations course through her body. She liked it when he spanked her. He flexed his sex and the temptation to rock him in and out was an overwhelming beat she couldn’t ignore. Her pussy muscles began to rhythmically milk the cock that was splitting her wide. He murmured sweet, seductive encouragements that her body began to obey. Brine flexed Thane’s cock in and out of her pussy, taking control of their building pleasure.

He pressed his face in close to nip at the back of her neck. He reached around with his hands and squeezed her nipples into aching points. His big hands slid down her sides, one reached between her legs to find her clit. His other hand kept the timing of their rhythm by gripping her hip.

Brine could sense his building release and found her body craving it. She wanted to feel this controlled, athletic man go weak with his orgasm. She bucked him hard and he rode her wild. Her building orgasm was a shout she couldn’t ignore. Her wet pussy vibrated as she came all over Thane’s huge cock. He rode her until the last few contractions.

Suddenly he pulled out and spun her around to face him. He kept one hand gripped tight on his sex. She reached for him, taking his big cock into her hands. She stroked him with her hands and breasts. She felt his balls tighten and his cock kick out hard. Her eyes went wide as he came in thick, white vines all over her breasts and belly. The feel of his cum on her body made her shuddering pussy erupt with an orgasm again.

He held her close for several long beats. She felt his kisses on her temple and found her eyes fluttering closed.

Thane was gentle as he washed both of them up under the cooling water. He shut the water off and handed her a towel. He traded her the towel for a robe. She slipped the oversized robe on, and it dragged around her ankles.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into his bedroom. Brine followed him out. He stood next to the bed with an air of expectation and quiet longing. He dropped the towel and got under the sheets. Brine dropped the robe and followed him under. He curled her body close to his and sighed.

“I’m glad you’re staying,” he said.

“Me, too.”

Chapter Seven

Within a few minutes, Thane was asleep. Brine pressed her hand to his chest, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart.

Sleeping with Thane was a mistake. They weren’t friends or lovers. This was a fuck of dominance. He’d successfully proven that he could get to her in every way possible and tear her down. A small part of Brine hoped that she was wrong, but the truth of the matter was that she didn’t know Thane well enough to know what his intentions were. This was nothing more than a fly-by-night fuck.

Brine eased out from Thane’s arms. She slipped the handcuffs from the floor and hid them inside the robe pocket. Thane was a sound sleeper. She went to his walk-in closet and pulled a pair of drawstring, gray sweats and a T-shirt from a drawer. She crept to the bathroom and shut herself inside. She dropped the clothes on the counter and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a hot mess.

Her scars were pink, jagged blotches around her chest with more cutting around her side. There was a faint patch of scars in her neck where an IV had been placed at one point in time. Brine traced the scars on her chest with her fingers. She thought of her twin brother she lost in the fire.