Kiss Me Twice (3 page)

Then before she knew it Mike was kissing her again, and she reached for his fly as his hand slid up her skirt. She gasped as he cupped her firmly through her panties, straining against the heel of his palm.

Abruptly he removed his hand. "Jesus Christ," he said somewhat shakily. "At this rate we're going to get arrested." He stared down at her, all traces of amusement gone. "And I don't want you to come until you're begging me for it."

The verbal slap in the face served as a sharp reminder of what she was about. Her? Beg? She didn't think so.

She pushed herself away from the wall and sauntered down the hall toward her room. As long as he didn't touch her, she could maintain a modicum of control. When he didn't immediately follow, she cast a glance over her bare shoulder. "Aren't you coming?" He didn't hurry, but there was a noticeable urgency about his stride.

Good
, she thought, smirking to herself. Someone was going to plead for mercy, but it sure as hell wouldn't be her.

Despite her lapse in the bar, Karen was determined to maintain control of this encounter. Whether he realized it or not, she was calling the shots.

As he followed her down the hall, mesmerized by the swing of her perfect, firm ass, Mike asked himself for the hundredth time what the hell he thought he was doing. This was Karen Sullivan, for fuck's sake, the woman who had ripped his guts out and humiliated him with his so-called friend. Eleven years, and the thought of it still made him angry enough to put his fist through a wall.

She was a man killer, a scheming bitch who had learned at a very young age how to chew men up and spit them out.

He was a smart, level-headed guy who knew better than to fall victim to her. But he couldn't deny the rush he got from knowing she was as hot for him as he was for her. Just as a man couldn't fake a hard-on, Karen couldn't fake the dripping hot moisture he'd felt soaking the crotch of her panties.

As much as he knew he should leave now, leave her high and dry, he knew he wouldn't rest if he didn't get to feel her clenching silky wet around his cock.

He couldn't resist her, but he could keep the upper hand. He'd fuck her so good he would obliterate the memory of all the other guys she'd been with since him, and she'd realize once and for all that he wasn't just another dumb schmuck she could fuck with for her own amusement.

He stood behind her as she opened the door with her key card, inhaling the soft, sexy scent that surrounded her. A spicy, vanilla-scented perfume mingled with the fresh smell of shampoo, and underneath was the smell of bare smooth skin, the scent of Karen herself. He could barely resist the urge to hold her close and breathe in the sweet, intoxicating essence of her.

He'd barely stepped into the suite before she launched herself at him, her hands unbuttoning his shirt in record time. Her mouth, hot and slick, pressed against each patch of newly exposed flesh until she was sliding kisses along his waistband as she nimbly unfastened his belt. He forgot all about teaching her a lesson as the fiercest erection he could ever remember sprung eagerly into her waiting grasp.

"I always thought I was exaggerating things in my memory," she murmured as she stared down at his throbbing cock. Mike thrust against her fist as she measured him with an exquisite pressure that brought a thick drop of pre-come oozing out of the tip. Karen whisked it away, using it to lubricate the pad of her thumb as she swirled it around the unbearably sensitive head.

His knees nearly buckled and he swore softly. He'd forgotten how good she was at hand jobs. Unlike most women, who could never seem to find the right rhythm and pressure, Karen was so good it was almost like masturbating himself. Except when it was just him, he didn't have the agonizingly erotic vision of his throbbing shaft squeezed in Karen's small, perfectly manicured hand.

He closed his eyes against the sight, afraid he would embarrass himself by exploding all over her. He tried to steady himself, leaning his back against the wall, and then his eyes flew open when he felt a puff of hot breath on the head of his cock.

Her tongue stole out, lapping at him and tracing wet circles around the ridge below the head. Her eyes were open, staring at him, challenging him even as she knelt before him in false submission, his cock firmly in her hand as she tormented him. He quaked with barely restrained hunger as the pink tip of her tongue traced the vein that ran along his length. Another thick spurt of liquid coated the head, and she lapped it up, licking her lips like it was sweet cream.

Shit. He was in serious danger of losing it, and they'd barely even started. He struggled for control, tried to pull away from her mouth. "Karen, I—"

His protest died in his throat as her soft, full lips closed over his cock and slid down almost to the base. A helpless moan he barely recognized as his own echoed up to the ceiling, and he leaned against the wall for support. The sight of her plump lips sliding up and down his thick, glistening shaft was too much. His mind frantically conjured building plans, bid numbers, materials costs"anything to distract him from the feel of her throat swallowing, her tongue lapping and swirling as she sucked him in and out of her mouth.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go! He didn't want to come yet, dammit! He wanted to get inside her, feel her rippling around his cock as she begged him to fuck her, to make her come. Then he had no choice as Karen's hand came up to cup his balls, sucking him deep as one finger traced the seam and pressed firmly against the one spot guaranteed to make him go off like Mt. Vesuvius.

She sucked him dry, milking him with her lips and hand as he came in thick spurts against the back of her throat.

When his heart had slowed to merely beating double time, he looked down. Karen gazed up at him with an indisputably victorious look in her eyes. With a smirk, she straightened and sashayed into the sitting room of the suite. "I see the years haven't done much for your staying power," she tossed over her shoulder.

Mike pushed away from the wall and followed her, cursing his weakness and his ever susceptible dick. He never let himself get carried away with a woman, never lost control. Only Karen had ever been able to do that to him, and he had vowed a long time ago he would never let it happen again.

His eyes narrowed at her cocky little swagger. The night wasn't over yet, and now that she'd so graciously taken the edge off, he could keep a firmer hold on himself. She may have won the battle, but she sure as shit hadn't won the war.

Chapter Three

"Would you like a drink?" Karen asked, bending over the minibar as casual as you pleased. As though he wasn't standing there with his dick damp and half-hard after she'd given him a blow job that had slain him inside of ninety seconds.

Mike shrugged out of his shirt as he walked across the room and then toed off his loafers. Karen straightened and regarded him with that same nonchalant expression as he stripped off his pants, boxers, and socks. "I don't think so," he said.

Her gaze dropped to his groin¸ and she smirked as his cock made a swift and complete recovery. "How flattering," she cooed, placing the vodka and tonic bottles she'd taken from the minibar on top of the refrigerator. For all her bravado, there was no mistaking the tremble in her hands.

He quickly closed the distance between them and wrapped one arm around her waist and shoved the other up her skirt as he half-dragged, half-carried her into the bedroom. Her mouth was a wide surprised "O" as he shoved her back onto the king-size bed so hard she bounced.

She struggled to sit up, but he easily restrained her with one big hand on her chest as he flicked on the light mounted to the wall beside the bed. No way was he doing this in the dark.

She struggled against his hold. "Mike, let go a second."

"Uh-uh. You don't get to call all the shots."

She exploded in a flurry of motion, slapping at his arms and kicking at him with those lethally sexy stilettos. She just managed to crawl to the edge of the bed before he tackled her, pinning her to the bed with his weight. To emphasize his point, he closed his teeth on the delicate skin between her neck and shoulder, not enough to hurt but hard enough to warn her to stop struggling.

"My turn," he whispered, licking at the faint tooth marks that marred her tawny skin. He felt as well as heard the hungry sound that escaped the back of her throat, and his cock strained against the smooth flesh of her thigh.

He flipped her back over, undressing her with an efficiency that belied the faint tremor in his hands. "Thank God you still don't wear many clothes," he muttered as she helped him strip off her blouse.

Within seconds she was completely naked except for her shoes. When she leaned down to unbuckle the straps, he stopped her with a firm hand clamped around her wrist. "No way. Leave these on."

"Kinky." She cocked an eyebrow at him and laid back against the pillows, back arched and legs slightly parted in an obviously well-practiced pose.

He bracketed her hips with his knees and braced his weight on his hands, effectively caging her in. Very deliberately, he stroked the tip of his erection against the soft skin of her belly, loving the way the muscles jumped and shuddered as though shocked by a live wire. Her tongue came out to moisten her lips"another choreographed move, no doubt, but it nonetheless sent another surge of heat to his cock. He leaned down and licked her lips with his own tongue, teasing her until her lips parted.

Nothing, he thought smugly, was feigned about her eager response to his liquid, carnal kiss. He savored the sweet, tangy, vodka-tinged taste of her. In a rush, he remembered how much he had loved to kiss her, how he had once craved the taste of her mouth like a junkie craves heroin.

Echoing his thoughts, she whispered, "I love feeling your mouth on me, Mike. I'd forgotten how good it feels just to have you kiss me."

He yanked his mouth away, ignoring her protesting tug on the hair at his nape. He wasn't about to let this turn into a walk down memory lane. He was already in dangerous territory as it was.

Mike pushed back, resting on his knees above her and seizing the opportunity to take a good, long look. She still had one of the hottest bodies he'd ever seen. Though petite, she was long limbed, her arms and legs sleekly muscled. Her breasts weren't especially large, but just looking at their pink uptilted nipples made him want to howl at the moon.

Her belly was flat and tanned, and his mouth went dry as he took in the tan lines at her hips. What was it about tan lines that made a woman look even more naked?

A small tattoo spanned the tan line on her left hip, a tiny frog of some sort. He didn't have time to study it because he was immediately and completely distracted by what lay between her thighs.

He wondered if he'd ever seen anything sexier than her nearly bald pussy. Almost completely denuded of hair, it offered him an unobstructed view of plump lips, saturated with the slickness of her desire. Her clit, red and engorged, peaked through her juicy labia as though begging for attention.
She looks like a porn queen,
he thought as he slid one hand to her belly, inexorably drawn to that wet slit, barely decorated by a downy strip of blond curls.

Startled, he looked up into her face, eyebrow raised. She smirked back.

"Don't worry. It's a professional dye job."

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and for God only knew what reason, the thought of Karen, legs spread while applying potentially toxic chemicals to her nether regions, suddenly struck him as devastatingly erotic. Unable to resist the lure, he slid his hand down her belly, over the gleaming flesh, spreading her creamy moisture over the plump lips, finally stopping to rest his thumb over the throbbing pulsebeat of her clit.

She inhaled sharply at the contact, the soft hiss unnaturally loud in the room. He captured her mouth again and pushed two fingers against her slick folds, his thumb moving in teasing circles as he came down over her, resting his weight on one elbow. His fingers dipped just inside the entrance of her body, tormenting her with light thrusts of his fingertips until her hips lifted off the bed and she was moaning into his mouth.

"Mmmm, deeper," she whispered, moving her hand down over his to show him what she wanted.

He tugged out of her grasp and moved his hand up to cup and squeeze her breasts, painting the beaded flesh of her nipples with her own moisture. He licked each nipple in turn, then sucked hard, savoring every last bit of her spicy essence. Karen let out a choked cry, and he swore his cock gained another inch. "God, you taste good." A lick, a suck. Her rich scent teased him, flooded his brain, and he shook with the need to sink his tongue into her slick, hot core. "But I have to have the real thing."

He slid down her body, palms spread on her inner thighs to pin them open. Her hot, wet sex slid against his belly and chest, and the rich scent of her arousal clouded his brain and drowned out everything but the need to possess.

He hooked his elbows under her knees, spreading her wide, and swallowed convulsively at the sight before him. Pink, slick, shiny with her own juices. He wanted to feast on her all night, but the exquisite friction of the sheets against his cock warned him he might not have much time.

Pausing a moment, he took a deep breath and wrestled his libido back to a manageable level. He had Karen Sullivan writhing under him, completely at his mercy, and he wasn't going to blow it by losing control of himself again.

"Oh God, Mike," she whispered, arching her hips up off the bed.

She wasn't begging yet, but she would soon. He wanted to torture her more, but he couldn't resist the lure of those plump, juicy lips. His head bent, his tongue snaking out to flick the sensitive flesh, and he smiled as she nearly jumped off the bed. She let out a frustrated whine as he softly blew on her clit, her hands fisting into the fabric of the bedspread.

He chuckled and grazed his tongue against her clit, running it up one side of the engorged nub and down the other, finally capturing it between his lips to suckle it with a gentle but firm pressure.