Reckless Exposure (3 page)

As she slowly floated back down, Rand lifted himself off the bed and moved to his dresser to get a condom. No way could he take another minute of being this close to paradise without wanting to bury himself balls deep.

Lucy shifted on the bed. He turned and saw her staring at him.

Oh, hell
. He grabbed a handful of the packets. No way would one be enough. He went back to stand beside the bed, smiling down at her. Lucy’s expression changed from that of a sweet innocent to hot, aroused woman. His throat closed with some unnamed emotion.

He tossed the packets onto the bed, keeping one for himself, and gazed down at Lucy. Her entire concentration centered completely on his cock, which had the same effect as a lick from her tongue.

He held back the need to pounce on top of her, finesse be damned.

“Stand up for me, Lucy,” he softly ordered.

To his male delight, she didn’t even question his motives. With a subtle kind of grace and fluidity that only Lucy seemed to possess, she did as she was told. Once she was in front of him, he placed the packet in her hands. “Put it on me, sweetheart.” She fiddled with it at first, her nervousness plain. He waited until she had the foil ripped open and had to clench his fists at his sides as she lowered herself to a kneeling position in front of him.

She grasped his cock in her warm, delicate hand, looked up at him with a siren’s smile curving her plump lips, and licked his dripping tip.

“Goddamn.” He wrapped a fist in her hair and guided her over his aching shaft. “Suck it for me good, baby.” She wrapped her arms around his hips and dug her fingers into his buttocks as she swirled her tongue over and around the bulbous head of his penis. Rand lost all semblance of control when she opened wide and slid his engorged cock between her pretty lips.

Her moans vibrated along the length of his shaft and nearly had him coming then and there.

She used one talented hand on his balls, fondling and caressing, squeezing just hard enough to draw another groan from deep inside his chest. As he watched her cheeks hollow, sucking hard, he grappled for control. He was too close. Already he could feel his balls drawing up tight. The desire to fill her mouth with his come nearly overrode everything else.

He tugged on her hair and she released him with an audible pop, then leaned back and looked up at him, a secret smile lighting her face. Rand’s entire body shook with pleasure as her fingers slowly rolled the condom down his pulsating shaft. It took her a few tries to get it all the way on, which only enhanced the fact that he needed to go slow with her. When she came to her feet, Rand prayed for the power to hold himself in check this first time.

“Was that okay?” she said.

“Are you serious?” He was ready to self-combust!

She looked away and closed her arms over her chest. “It’s been—”

He placed two fingers against her lips. “Don’t bring the past in here.” He didn’t want to think about her doing that to any other man. Not fucking ever. “This is about you and me, no one else.” She nodded.

“And I loved it. You just about had me losing it, baby.”

“Really?”

“Hell yeah.” Jesus, he was so far gone he could barely remember his own name.

He took her arms and nudged her a little, indicating he wanted her to turn around. “Bend over for me, hands on the bed.” She bent forward until her pert round bottom was thrust toward him like a juicy fruit. And he was hungry. Rand stroked his palm over her ass cheeks, then leaned down and bit the creamy flesh.

“Rand!”

He chuckled. “I couldn’t resist. You look so tasty.” He wedged a leg between her thighs and forced her open wider.

Her thighs trembled, and it cooled him down just enough to slip his finger inside her to test her readiness. He needn’t have worried. She was so damn wet and slick there was no possible way he’d hurt her.

Clutching her hips in one hand, he guided his cock to her entrance. Careful not to hurt her, he eased inside her tight passage a few inches, and then stopped, allowing her body to become accus-tomed to the invasion. She whimpered and he smoothed his palm up her spine, relishing in her silken ivory skin. “Easy. We have all night.”

“Oh, God, you feel so good. It’s never been this way.” His chest swelled at the confession. “You fit me like a glove. I could stay like this forever.”

She threw her head back and Rand watched as she reached a hand between her thighs and grasped his balls in one hand, squeezing. It was the sort of pleasure-pain that sent a man over the edge of control.

“Baby,” he groaned.

“Fuck me, Rand. Please don’t tease me anymore.” The breathless plea behind her words did him in. He thrust into her in one hard stroke, filling her completely. She cried out his name as he began to move in a rhythm that had her meeting him thrust for thrust. He lowered his body and covered her smaller frame with his own, cuddling and holding her to him as he pushed in and out. Hard and fast, then slow and gentle, playing and tormenting them both with the maddening tempo.

He touched her neck with his tongue and found a particularly sensitive spot that caused Lucy to lay her head to the side and give him access to the pumping vein. He sucked at her tender skin, marking her. Her inner muscles clutched him like a fiery fist as her body spun out of control.

He wrapped his hand loosely around her neck in a dominating hold while she came loud and long for him. Only him. No other.

When she quieted and slumped against the bed, he thrust hard and fast several times, fucking her, filling her so completely she roused and moaned along with him.

“Come for me, Rand,” she murmured beneath him.

Her quiet demand was all it took. He lifted her hips and pushed into her tight cunt, fusing them together irrevocably. Arching his neck, he moaned her name as her inner muscles clamped around him, milking his cock. He burned alive as he slammed into her, flesh slapping against flesh. She cried his name and he thrust one last time, then emptied himself into her hot core. He slumped over her, exhausted and sweating.

Rand stayed still for several seconds, wrapped around Lucy, her pussy clutching him in a tender embrace. There was a moment of regret that he’d had to use a condom. He’d never gone without, but with Lucy, there was an overwhelming desire in him to feel her, skin to skin, with nothing separating them.

As he pulled out and stared down at her, his heart swelled. The beautiful, shy, intelligent girl from Ohio was sprawled across his bed, replete, a smile curving her luscious lips. If he had his way she wouldn’t be leaving his bed anytime soon.

Fifty years from now, maybe.

Reckless Exposure: Chapter 2

Four Years Later

“Get that camera out of my face or I’ll break it.”

“Ah, don’t be like that, babe.”

Lucy stretched her arms over her head as another series of shots were taken. Rand just didn’t get the concept of privacy. She tamped down on the extremely feminine reaction she had to the sight of him standing beside the bed totally nude, save for the camera in front of his face. “I’ve told you before about this, damn it. No pictures before my coffee.”

“Slip the sheet down a little, sweetheart.” Lucy knew that tone. He wouldn’t budge until he had all the shots he wanted. She sighed and gave into the inevitable. As she pushed the sheet down, baring her nude chest and belly, she heard Rand groan and snap another series of shots. Did the man never tire? They’d had sex three times the night before and still he was ready to party.

“I need to get moving,” she warned him. “I’ve got a shoot today, remember?”

“They can wait. You’re so goddamn in demand these days that I never get to have you all to myself anymore.” He sounded like a wounded animal in need of loving. Lucy couldn’t help the zing of pleasure over his possessiveness. “You got me all to yourself last night.”

Rand grinned and lowered the camera. “Yeah, I did. And you thought you’d never enjoy anal sex. Guess I proved you wrong there, huh?”

Lucy covered her face. “Must you spell it out?” She felt the bed dip to one side and soon a hand smoothed over her breast. She peeked between her fingers. Rand’s total concentration was centered on her breasts. As he teased his calloused fingers over her nipples, she came alive. He alone had that sort of power over her body. She knew instinctively that no other man would ever make her burn the way he did.

She forced herself to take control of the situation before it got out of hand, which seemed to happen a lot around Rand. She grabbed his hand as he began to massage his way down her belly.

“I need to go to work, and unless I’m mistaken, you have a shoot today, too. We need to get our butts in gear.” Rand groaned and pushed his fingers through his hair. “I do need to get ready. Trey bought some monstrous bed and he needs help moving it in. I’m it.”

Lucy thought of their mysterious new neighbor. He had a dangerous, rugged appearance with his midnight-black hair and hard, powerful body. He was both hot and scary at the same time. She’d fantasized a few times about Trey. Trey and Rand both. The com-bination of the two hunks would send a girl’s libido right over the moon. “He’s so quiet. I’m surprised he asked you for help.” Rand caressed her breast, eliciting a tiny moan from her. “He’s a closed-up son-of-a-bitch, that’s for sure. I think we’re the only ones in the building he’s warmed up to.”

She had to force herself to stay on the conversation as Rand’s fingers flicked over one nipple. “He ever tell you where he came from?” Was that her husky voice?

Rand shook his head and drifted his finger lower, teasing and warming her from the inside out. “Nope, and I don’t think he plans to. Something about him says
temporary
to me.”

“Yeah, I get that feeling too. And he seems sad, don’t you think?

As if he’s been dealt a raw deal.”

Rand nipped her earlobe. “I don’t usually ponder another man’s feelings, baby.”

She laughed and smacked his hand away. “Scoot. I need to get a shower.”

He flopped onto the bed and let out a disgusted sigh. “Fine, but tonight you’d better be ready for me.”

Her anger rose as she sat up. “I’d better be ready for you? What kind of attitude is that?”

“The attitude of a man who’s about a step away from handcuff-ing his pretty girlfriend to the bed if she doesn’t get her ass in the shower.”

She shot out of bed. Arrogant man! “Maybe you should be handcuffed to the bed. Then I’d actually get to my shoots on time.” A hand clasped around her middle and pulled her to a stop.

Soon she was feeling a pair of lips against the side of her neck.

Lucy nearly surrendered. Nearly. She brought her elbow backward and connected with Rand’s ribs just hard enough to make a point.

He swore and released her.

She whirled on him. “That’s for being so arrogant!” He advanced on her, and the grin on his face wasn’t at all reassuring. She took one step back and was turning to sprint into the bathroom when a pair of hands caught her and slung her over a hard, muscled shoulder.

“Put me down right now!” she screamed as she pummeled his back. “You are the most annoying, selfish, barbaric, horny man I know, Rand Miller!”

He set her on her feet inside the bathroom and cupped her chin in his palm. “You are the most gorgeous, intelligent, feisty woman I know, Lucy Flemming.”

She narrowed her eyes. What was he up to now? “Flattery won’t help you out of this one.”

“It’s not flattery. It’s the truth,” he murmured, leaning close to her ear. “And, baby?”

“Yes?” Her voice nearly inaudible as his nearness began to override her anger.

“I’d better be the
only
horny man you know.” He nipped her earlobe, then licked the little sting away.

Before she could gather her wits and retaliate, he was gone, the bathroom door closed. He’d done it again, taken away her ire and replaced it with need. For four years, he’d shown her more pleasure than she ever thought possible. And each time they came together was better than the last. She knew the reason. Love. She loved him with all her heart. Rand wasn’t the type a woman fell for, though.

She’d known that at the start. He was a daredevil and loved living on the edge, new adventures, new thrills. He would never change, and she had no right to ask him to. She had been the one who’d changed.

She moved to the shower and pushed the curtain aside. As she adjusted the water temperature, she thought about the previous night. They’d both had a long day. She had to fit a shoot between her classes and it had been crazy trying to get from one end of the city to the other. She’d managed it, but barely.

The instant she walked through the apartment door, Rand had been there with a bottle of wine and a bottle of massage oil. He’d worked every last kink out of her tense shoulders and upper back before moving lower. He’d shown her the wicked pleasure of anal sex and her body still vibrated from the intensity of their lovemak-ing. As she stepped into the shower and let the hot jets of water soothe the delicious aches, she grinned. Lordy, the man was pure sin. Already she wanted him again.

Four years ago last month, she’d come to New York to go to college and be a fashion designer. Four years later, she’d become a successful cover model and was on her way to interning with George Correlli, one of the best designers in the business. She’d already talked to George and he’d agreed to let her do her intern-ship at his company, something he rarely did.

Still, there was something missing. She wanted more. She wanted a home and a family. Kids and a husband who shared in the same simple pleasures of life. Lucy longed for little league games, family dinners, and Friday nights spent watching movies.

Rand would never be content with that kind of life. Two-point-five kids and backyard barbeques were foreign concepts to the boy from Brooklyn whose mother had been a crack-head and whose father had skipped out shortly after he’d turned ten. She knew, because he’d told her that he feared he had the same lousy fathering gene. In a rare moment of weakness, he’d explained how he never wanted to be like his old man, a broke loser who couldn’t stand up and be a man for the wife and kid who’d needed him so badly.