More Than Strangers (3 page)

“Are you going to behave or do you want me to tie you up?” he asked in a placid voice. It sounded as if he were torn between the two options.

She shivered in response as her senses heightened. Snippets of various conversations raced to attention. Brennan hadn’t been shy about reporting what she’d heard.

Being bound was an arousing proposition, but not something she was willing to submit to quite yet. They had a whole night ahead of them.

There was a pregnant pause before he released her wrists. She understood the choice he was asking her to make. She kept her arms where they were.

“Good girl.” She heard the clinking sound of his belt buckle, followed by the slide of leather against fabric. The metal clanged against the floor as it dropped.

“Do you know what
kalaas
means in Arabic?” His voice was gentle.

She wasn’t fluent in the language, but she knew the word for stop. “If I say it?”

His teeth pressed into the soft skin behind her ear. His tongue flicked before he sucked. It would leave a mark.

“I’ll stop whatever I’m doing. No questions asked.”

He pulled her T-shirt up. She raised her arms and let him pull it off. She expected him to unhook her bra next but he didn’t. Instead, he placed her hands palms forward against the wall. He stepped back. Without his body heat, the chilled clay and cold air made her tremble. She had never felt more helpless or more aroused.

When he pressed against her again, she could feel his naked chest against her back. She leaned into warm skin and coarse hair, the contact intensifying the sensitivity of her frayed nerves. One hand slid down her belly and over her panties. “You’re wet.”

Her body jerked. “I’m sorry.” The realization mortified her.

“Remind me to find out your ex-boyfriend’s name.” His voice was laced with a lethal edge.

It was an odd request. “Why do you want to know?”

“So I can teach him a lesson.” His tone was even but dangerous. His fingers pressed into the damp cloth between her thighs. She stifled a cry.

“I like you wet,” he murmured.

Words escaped her. “I—”

“And when I do this,” a finger slipped under the silk and traced her opening, “I want to hear you moan.”

Her back arched as he found the nub hidden between slick wet folds. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips to stop herself from moaning. Her hips moved instinctively to meet the rhythm set by his hand. He made a frustrated sound as his other palm closed over her breast. He fondled her through the sports bra, squeezing hard enough to cause pain. She didn’t care. She wanted more. Her head tipped back to rest against his hard shoulder. Her hands clenched into fists against the wall.

He pushed her away from his body so he could trail hot and wet kisses down her neck. He bit her shoulder before sucking marks along her spine. Her entire body shook against the onslaught of sensation, and she focused on the cold surface as she rested her forehead against the wall. Though she was unrestrained, she couldn’t seem to move.

“Do you want more?” he rasped after his tongue traced a line alongside the arm strap of her bra. His lips made its way back to her neck as his finger continued its slow stimulation under her panties. His thumb flicked her nipple over the Lycra. It was both too much and not enough.

“I want to hear you beg.” It was a threat and an invitation.

She hesitated. She had never been vocal in bed. But then again, nothing tonight was within her comfort zone. “I…please take off my bra.”

The plastic clasp was in the front. With a twist and a slide, the cups parted. Because of the position her arms were in, her back was curved and her breasts hung forward. It made them feel larger than they were. His large calloused hand closed over the small pert mound and the feel of skin against skin made her body burn as if on fire. Between her legs, his finger traced a circle around her slit. Her stomach clenched. This was more than she’d experienced in a long time, but it was far from enough.

He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I have plans for these tonight.”

He pinched. She gasped. His finger slipped inside her. His movements, hindered by the damp silk, were slow and torturous. “You’re tight as a fist.” Considering the large bulge straining against her bottom, she wasn’t certain if this was the best time for him to point this out.

“Take my panties off.” He continued his languorous torment. Frustrated to the point of tears, she begged. “Please, Jason.”

He yanked them down a moment later. She felt his hand reaching between her thighs. She shook her head. “That’s not what I want.”

“Let me get you ready.” He slid two fingers inside her and flexed. She felt stretched, but it didn’t hurt as much as she expected. She had never been this aroused. Moisture gathered to ease his entry, and he pushed for more only after pain was replaced by pleasure. His thumb pressed against her clit and circled, coaxing her inner muscles to relax around him before he spread his fingers wider. Before she could fully process the sensation, his other hand moved from one breast to the other, torturing her nipples and kneading the sensitized mounds. She whimpered, her hips shimmying in a silent plea.

“Be patient. You can barely take this. I’m much bigger.”

She frowned. He had better be exaggerating. She opened her mouth to say something only to have her mind go blank. Her eyes snapped shut. His hands were driving her insane.

White shadows gathered behind her closed eyelids. The edgy pleasure inside her wound tighter with each flick of his thumb. The sliding of his fingers drove her to madness. But he moved just slowly enough, pressed just light enough, to keep her from what was within reach. Then she remembered he had wanted her to beg.

Desperate, the words ripped from her throat. “Please…now, Jason. Make me come.”

Without warning, he added a third finger. His thumb circled faster. The hand on her breast squeezed harder. It didn’t take long before the coil inside her tightened and snapped. The orgasm was a burst of light over her closed eyes. Her entire body spasmed before she sagged into his hold.

“Open your eyes,” Jason ordered as he turned Nulli around. The movement freed her feet from the pool of fabric on the floor. Her arms dropped to her sides, and he smoothed the bra straps off her shoulders. He reached behind her and flipped the switch. The yellow hallway light bathed them in its incandescent glow. She gasped and covered her breasts with her hands.

She was exquisite. Copper curls contrasted with pale white. Her legs were long, slim, and shapely. Toned muscle was visible on her thin shoulders and upper arms. Her belly was flat and her hips narrow, but he would never describe her as frail.

He pulled at her wrists until her arms fell. Her breasts were pert symmetrical globes tipped with the palest pink.

Her deep blue eyes were dazed, her lips ruby red and slightly parted. Her body was damp and shaking. Recovering from ecstasy, she looked feminine and utterly vulnerable.

He brushed the side of her breast with the back of his hand. He felt a pronounced tremor as his knuckles passed over smooth skin. Her gaze dropped to his waistline. He passed his thumb over her peaking nipple. “You need to work for what you want.”

It took a moment for his words to sink in. White teeth flashed as her cheeks dimpled. Her eyes shone with mischief as she sank to her knees. A breath caught in his throat.

Strong, deft fingers undid the button and slid the zipper down. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of his boxers.

“Wait.” She looked up at his face. He pulled out a foil packet from his front pocket. Her cheeks colored as she realized what it was. “I rarely meet a woman who still blushes.”

Her smile widened. “It’s a redhead thing.”

He slid his fingers through the short, silky waves to cradle her nape. “I’m developing a fondness for it.”

She closed her fingers over his trousers and pulled it along with his boxers down in one smooth motion. Her face was level with his shaft. “Promise to feed me strawberries later, and I’ll give you a treat.”

He drew her head closer. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Surprising him, she lowered her gaze. Her hands closed around the back of his knees. Her breasts brushed against his legs. With small licks and brief kisses, she created a wet trail along the inside of his thighs without touching anything more.

“I never thought you were a tease,” he growled.

Small teeth pressed into his skin before she sucked. “I learn fast.”

He groaned. “You need to move faster.”

Her laughter rang like a bell. She tilted her head. Her tongue ran along the underside of his balls.

His hand clenched on her hair. “Fuck me.”

“I intend to.” She opened her mouth wider and closed it over soft, flexible flesh. Hot, wet, and warm, she surrounded him as her tongue drew a circle. His free hand fisted and shot over her head. If not for Emirati construction codes requiring concrete rather than drywall, his punch would have left a dent. But the pain was the only thing that stopped him from coming.

She released him to take a breath. Then she kissed her way along the veins on his shaft. As her lips passed the base, her hand closed over it. Her tongue fluttered over the underside of the tip, drawing beads of moisture. He swore.

After what felt like forever, she took the head inside her mouth. Sucking lightly, she moved back and forth. She was warm, wet, and the sight of her servicing his cock was beyond erotic. But she was going too slowly. He wanted more than what was offered.

He held her in place as he stepped away. She pouted and glared at him in inquiry. He handed her the small foil packet he had crushed in his fist.

She looked dubiously at the crumpled item. “It’s a good thing I got a birth-control injection before I left America. I’m not sure ninety-six percent is the efficacy of this particular condom.”

Nonetheless, she opened it and smoothed the rubber over his shaft.

Closing both hands over her shoulders, Jason pulled Nulli to her feet. He cupped her bottom with his hands and lifted. Her thighs parted; her long legs hugged his hips. He backed her up against the wall.

Her arms twined around his neck. She braced herself on his body as he took a small step back and positioned the tip of his erection against her moist opening. She looked down at where their bodies were joined and bit her lower lip. “This isn’t how I remember a size difference.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Referring to another man during sex is usually in poor form. But in this case, I’m glad to know how I compare.” He pushed forward and felt resistance. “You need to relax.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m trying.”

He lunged forward and saw her wince. “Try harder.”

Her brows knitted. Then she smiled. “Kiss me.”

He didn’t need a second invitation. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue gaining entry the moment he demanded it. Her head fell back against the wall when his lips continued to plunder. With her back supported, she was light enough to hold up with a single arm. He slid one hand between their bodies and searched. Her helpless moan alerted him when he found his mark.

He relinquished her lips to kiss his way down her neck. Her back arched, lifting her breasts for better access. He accepted the unspoken invitation. The rosy tips had tightened into sharp buds, and taking one into his mouth was an irresistible temptation.

He felt her fingernails digging into his back as he caught her nipple between his teeth and sucked. High-pitched whimpers echoed in the small hallway. He circled his tongue and mirrored the motion with his thumb. Only the very tip of his head was inside her. He could feel her clenching around him. With barely any effort, he slipped a quarter of an inch farther.

Removing his hand from between her thighs, he raised it to circle her other breast. He squeezed before switching over to his mouth, and was rewarded when her short nails scraped down his back. Her hips shifted to take more of him. It was a sweet surrender. He moved his hand back down to support her bottom. His patience was running out.

When he lifted his head so their faces were level, he found her gaze sultry and her lower lip bright red. Her skin had turned from pale white to a sensual pink. She smiled. “My plan worked.” She was right. He was almost halfway inside her.

Even though his control was stretched to its limits, he couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re going to drive me crazy by the time tonight’s over.”

She brushed her lips against his chin. “I’m already insane for coming here tonight, so we’re even.”

The realization hit him like a blow to the chest.

If she were to offer him more than one night, he wouldn’t turn her down. When tomorrow came, the decision to end this, or not, was hers.

She kissed his collarbone. “You need to stop thinking so much. You’re getting forehead wrinkles.”

Even when she was scaring the shit out of him, she made him smile. When her clever mouth traveled down his chest, his breath came in a sudden hiss. Her teeth grazed his nipple, her tongue flicked, her lips closed over it and sucked. At the same moment, her hips shifted ever so slightly forward. It was enough to drive all thought from his mind.

He flexed his hands against her bottom. Responding to the silent signal, her thighs parted farther. He thrust forward, driving his shaft inside her. Her entire body tensed even though he was barely halfway in. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her head lifted and fell limply back as she let out a soft cry. She shut her eyes so tight small lines formed at the corners. Her brows drew together. She might be wet and ready, but she wasn’t used to being stretched.

Her distress shouldn’t have affected him, but it did. He brushed a kiss onto her temple. She rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel her breasts against his chest and her legs around his torso. Her body was a warm cocoon of silky smooth skin and supple limbs. The contact threatened to snap his control.

He felt her clench around his shaft and had to stifle a curse. She bit down on the side of his arm when he went motionless. “Don’t stop.”