Just Evil (25 page)

A cold shock went through Jake. He heard her say, “I had an
electrical meltdown at three o’clock this morning. The electricity went off.
Now the phone’s dead. When you rang the doorbell, I thought it was…a lot
earlier. The alarm didn’t go off.” A sob broke out of her throat. “And now
you’re yelling at me. Why are you yelling at me, Jake?”

“Because…damn it…” He sucked in a breath. “The whole way
here I was scared shitless something had happened to you. When Gloria called
and said you never showed up for work―”

She launched herself at him.

He caught her, wrapped her up. She stuck like a magnet,
molding her body to his. She nuzzled his neck before he reached and covered her
mouth. He moved his hand up to her neck to support her head as she ran her
hands through his hair.

Kit parted her lips, returned his forceful kiss with a slick
one of her own. Desire, greater than before, pulled at her belly. Holding his
head with both hands, she encouraged more. Jake responded. He nibbled her ear,
nuzzled the hollow of her neck before moving back to her mouth.

He nudged her robe apart.

“God you’re beautiful. I want you.” His fingers found the
swell of a breast and stroked her nipple, popping it to peak. All the while
their hungry mouths tugged, nipped.

Kit’s hands sought flesh, too. She needed to feel him, all
of him. She began pulling his shirt up out of his pants. Working the buttons
open, she touched hot skin, ran her fingers over his upper body, felt the
strength in his shoulders. He pushed her up against the kitchen wall, found her
mouth again for another ravenous feed before traveling downward to her breast.
Taking a nipple into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it, he suckled.

Kit arched her back to give him a better vantage point. She
could barely breathe. She captured his head at her breast, encouraging him to
take his time. Jake got the message and slowed his efforts. Not only was he
responsive, but he proved he could multitask. While his mouth took turns at
each breast, his hands rubbed the small of her back then dropped lower to her
taut rear, and began moving her hips.

Damn it, he wanted her but not against a wall. He wanted her
stretched out, under him. He began moving, backing her up in the direction of
the stairs. Their lips locked all the way to the stairwell. Wrapped up in each
other, Kit awkwardly pulled him along with her up each step. Slowly, walking
backward, she tripped once, but regained her footing, and inch-by-inch
continued upward.

This was taking way too long, thought Jake. He stopped his
momentum long enough to draw one of her legs up around his body. His weight
shifted to take on hers. There was no doubt what he wanted her to do. Her
response was quick, athletic, and in one motion she wrapped both of her legs around
his body, threw both arms around his neck.

Jake carried her up the rest of the way to the bed.

They both tumbled down on the rumpled sheets. He tenderly
began tracing the swell of both breasts, cupping them, before bending his head
down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking, savoring.

She held his head in place until her hands started to peel
down his shirt. He pushed off her long enough to loosen his belt, toe off his
shoes and socks, and strip off his trousers.

When he turned back to her, a groan as he looked at her on
the bed. “My beautiful Kit.”

He eased his body next to hers. His erection landed on her
belly.

She gaped.
For God’s sakes, don’t act like you’ve never
seen one before.
When she finally managed to meet his eyes, he was grinning
down at her.

His mouth found hers. His tongue sent flitters of delight
through her body while his fingers probed her slick core.

Overcome by sensations she’d either never felt or had
forgotten existed, she tried to keep up as she sucked feverishly on his tongue.
When her body unwittingly shattered with her first orgasm, ever, her mind
locked on overload. With so much happening to her at once, so many feelings
hitting her that had never happened before, she braced for what she thought was
the next logical step.

Lacking a certain amount of finesse, she did everything she
could to indicate to Jake that she was ready for that next step. Wanting him,
ready for it to happen, she encouraged him, trying to get him to get the hint
and pick up his pace. But no matter how much urging or tugging she did, the man
purposely slowed his efforts, until finally he said, “There’s no rush here.”

“I just thought…”

“Stop thinking and feel. I want to give you…” In between deep,
wet kisses, “…so much…pleasure…so much of…everything.”

What did that mean?

But in less than no time Kit discovered exactly what he
meant. She stopped thinking and just…let herself feel. Jake made it easy. This
was no eager frat boy, college student, or novice, but a man who knew his way
around a woman’s body. And to prove it, his mouth moved downward to her
breasts, mouthing, tasting, teasing first one nipple until it popped up firm
and hard, then the other. He lingered, enjoying each flavor, the suckling of
each textured, pebbled point. He took his time exploring, enjoying her moans as
he tongued his way down to her taut belly, relished her belly button. He moved
down her thighs, kissing, tasting before settling on a spot that had
her…tensing, blocking access.

He felt her tighten up, catch her breath, give a push to his
head. Warped as he was, her inexperience only aroused him more. In an attempt
to get her to relax, he traveled back up to her belly button, licked and tasted
there, before moving back down to her center for another try. This time, caught
up in the pleasure, she didn’t deny him but rather arched her back, moving her
hips to the motion of his tongue. Soon her moans became little shrieks of joy.

Even with her release, he put off his own need, wanting her
to come…again and again.

Delirious, out of her mind, she hadn’t known this existed,
had never experienced such giving, such patience. She wanted him, needed him
inside her, and she persuaded him to take her by reaching for him, playing
under him, bringing his head back up to hers for a devouring kiss. When he
rolled to his back, she anticipated that he wanted her on top. No problem
there. She straddled him. But he positioned her astride his chest just within
reach of his mouth where he began, once again, using his tongue on her. Her
last rational thought was that the man was a saint. And when he sent her over
the edge, she could do nothing else but throw her head back and ride the wave.

Satiated, she didn’t realize their positions had somehow
gotten reversed. Lying under him, Jake plunged inside. His body stretched out
above hers, Kit wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him into her.
He deepened his strokes. Slow and rhythmic, Kit moved her hips. She tightened
her grip on his rear. As his need became fierce, he penetrated deeper. His deliberate
strokes finding their mark, he drove them both to climax.

After waiting so long for this, he stayed inside her, not
moving. He kissed her ear and whispered, “Amazing. You’re amazing.”

“Me?” She laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding. That was—off
the map.”

A slow grin formed. Easing off her, he rolled to his back.
Steaming, sweating, they both lay sated. Jake asked, “Is it hot in here, or is
it me?”

Still out of breath, Kit puffed out her cheeks. “No, it’s
hot in here.”

In one quick motion, she swung her legs over the side of the
bed, and wrapped up in the loose top sheet, told him, “The house doesn’t have
air conditioning. I’ll open the doors, let in some fresh air.”

He heard her feet pad across the floor as she made her way
to the French doors. The breeze right off the ocean immediately made an impact,
stirring the air in the room, making it somewhat cooler. He lifted his head to
watch her struggle to walk back over to the bed, enveloped in the sheet.

When her long legs kept getting tangled up in the fabric,
preventing her from taking a step, comfortable with him, she simply dropped the
sheet to the floor, giving him a sensual view of her naked, athletic form.

She slid in next to him. In spite of the heat in the room,
he didn’t let her settle on the sheets too long before quickly drawing her over
to nuzzle against him.

But Kit had other ideas. Her innate sexual shyness gone, she
turned audacious. She’d never been the aggressor, never felt this playful or
bold before, never felt the need to offer more. But after what he’d done to her
body, she felt different, empowered. She took a deep breath and ran her fingers
up and down his chest, ever so lightly, barely touching his skin. She pursed
her lips and gently blew air over his hot, sweaty body, moving her head back
and forth, hovering over his glistening damp chest to create a cooling effect.
She did the same thing when she moved down to his lean belly, but this time she
licked away some of the sweat that clung there and blew air onto his stomach.

“Is that better, cooler?”

 His low moan told her she was on to something. Jake tried
to pull her up to his mouth, but she mischievously resisted, enjoying the play.

In the driver’s seat for the first time in her life, she
wanted once and for all to make certain that this man no longer thought of her
as that teenager he’d once known. She wanted that image completely erased from
his brain, wanted him to know the full grown woman could be aggressive,
assertive, and just as giving.

To prove her point, she sat astride his body, intentionally
letting him hunger for her touch, taking her time, working her way up his body;
finally reaching his mouth, lingering there long enough to suck on his lips, she
played with his tongue before moving to his chest, licking each nipple, leaving
a wet trail downward.

Barely touching his skin with light kisses, she moved down
to his hard belly, where she worked to gently caress skin, then moved lower,
tantalizing him, stroking him with her tongue until she took him into her mouth.
Caught up in the play, running on sheer instinct, she didn’t notice his moans
had grown louder. It was then she took him into her. This time it was her turn
to set the pace. She rode him fiercely then enticed him with slower strokes
before quickening to fast and furious until they exploded into each other
again.

Kit fell on top of him, breathless, sweaty, and exhausted.

Their strength depleted, they lay next to each other on
their backs, trying to cool off. When Jake finally caught his breath, he reached
for her. She turned and moved into his chest. He gently ran his fingers through
her damp hair, playing with several wet strands before turning his attention to
the curve of her body. He moved his fingers along her shape. As he held her
close, he turned her face up to his. “Listen, you can hear the sound of the
surf from the open doors. I could listen to that sound all day, all night. I
can’t think of a better sound for making love than the sound of the ocean. I
love that sound.”

“Mmmm, peaceful. I love living by the water, at the beach.”
Remembering his sailboat, what they didn’t get to finish yesterday, she wanted
to know, “What’s it like to make love on a boat?”

“I was hoping we’d find out yesterday.”

She looked at him like he was nuts. “Oh, come on, Jake, you
don’t expect me to believe you’ve had your boat all this time and haven’t had a
woman on board.”

He grazed on her shoulder, then her neck, moved on to her
lower lip. “It’s true. You’d be the first. I was hoping we’d take care of that
yesterday, but we got interrupted.” Neither of them mentioned they’d almost
been blown to bits.

“You really know what you’re doing. I’ve never experienced
anything like that before. For me, that was... no one’s ever...well...I’ve
never...had the big O before.”

He lowered his gaze to those trusting green eyes. “Never?
You’re kidding, right?” Was she just saying that to bolster his ego?

“Nope. That was the first. And then I had...” She started
counting on her fingers.

But Jake knew the count. “Four more, five total.”

“You’re right. Five. Wow. Could you...like...spread that
out...over time?” She could do a happy dance right there between the sheets.

He ran his hands over her again, liking the feel of her. He
was pretty sure this afternoon there were a lot of firsts in this bed. “And I
take it no one’s ever...taken the time to give you...oral before today.”

She blew air into her cheeks and blushed. “Oh. Well. No.
That was a first too, and...I...was...uh....you know...sort of nervous about
it.” Kit thought for a moment and giggled. “I had to wait for this so long.
Great sex makes up for all the times you were such a jerk to me.”

He looked nonplussed for a moment, then said, “Ah. About
that. I’ve been thinking. That isn’t entirely true, that I was such a jerk to
you. To some extent maybe so, but think back, you used to talk to me about the
music you liked. At the time, Pearl Jam was your favorite group back then, as I
recall. Do you remember?”

Perplexed at what her musical tastes back then had to do
with anything, she said, “So?”

“Well, you went on and on once about wanting the Pearl Jam
CD
No Code
more than life itself as I recall, and Alana wouldn’t let you
buy it. If I ignored you completely, how is it I bought it for you, left it in
the file room on top of the filing cabinet with a note and a little pink bow on
it? That’s what I remember.”

All at once, Kit sat up, clutched her heart, thrilled at the
idea that he’d listened to her back then about the simplest thing as a music
CD. “Oh my God, you bought that for me. How could I have forgotten that? Alana
wouldn’t let me buy it even with my own money. I remember bitching to you about
that. And you bought it for me. I hid it from her in my special hiding place
under the dresser in my bedroom, only played it when she wasn’t at home.”