Seven Sexy Sins (16 page)

“Ooh.” She gave a pretend shiver, which he wasn’t sure she’d faked completely, and began to move to the music.

One thing she could do was dance. He’d watched her many times over the years, at parties and weddings, and sometimes at home in the evenings. She never realised how sexy she looked, never knew that he and Toby often exchanged the occasional amused glance at her innocence.

She’d clearly realised she wasn’t wearing many layers and knew the removal of her clothes would only take a few seconds, so for a while she just danced. She threw herself into the music, moving her hips, rolling her shoulders, and leaned over occasionally to give him a view down her cleavage. He enjoyed the performance, feeling himself grow harder by the second. Gradually, she began to undress.

First, she slid the zipper of her skirt down and let the fabric rustle to the floor, inch by inch, to reveal her sheer black stockings, which looked incredibly sexy, even without garters. His gaze followed her hands as she pushed the skirt to the floor, stepped out of it and draped it over the chair. She stroked from her knees up her thighs, drawing attention to the tiny black panties she wore. She was right—they barely deserved the name, being only a tiny strip of lace, just covering the two-inch-wide strip of hair she’d left when she’d shaved. His mouth went dry at the sight of her smooth skin, and it took all his self-control not to throw her onto the bed and plunge straight into her.

She reached around, lowered the zipper of her top and lifted it over her head. Her breasts threatened to pop out of her strapless bra as she raised her arms, and he swallowed, nearly whimpering with desire. Laughing at the look on his face, she danced for a bit longer, taunting him with her revealing underwear before reaching around to flick open the back of her bra. She held the cups to her for a moment, giving him a sexy smile before turning her back to him and letting the bra drop. She turned back, covering her breasts with her hands, continuing to roll her shoulders with the music, before finally, slowly, she slid her hands down her body and exposed her full breasts to his heated gaze.

Just as he had, she tucked her fingers in the elastic of her panties and taunted him for a moment before eventually sliding them down her thighs. She flicked them to one side as the song ended and came forward to stand before him, leaving the stockings on. “Well?” She climbed onto the bed. “What do you think of sin number four?”

Faith’s heart pounded at the desire in Rusty’s eyes. She sat astride his legs and winked at him as he surveyed her, his lips curving. “Very nice,” he said. He was breathing heavily, and as she looked down at his crotch, his erection swelled under her hungry gaze.

She crawled up him, letting the hard length of him brush against her sex, but didn’t allow him to enter her. She paused when her lips were millimetres from his, her breasts touching his chest.

“Tell me what you want, Rusty.” She placed light kisses on his lips then to the right along his jaw to his hairline, stopping to whisper in his ear. “How do you want me? Nice and slow?” She ran her tongue around the edge of his ear. “Do you want to kiss every inch of me, taste me, suck me and tease me until I beg you to take me?” She placed her tongue in the shell of his ear, leaving behind wetness, and blew on it gently, making him shiver. “Do you want to enter me, just the tip at first, pushing in slowly until you’re completely sheathed? Do you want to thrust incredibly slowly, until we’re so sensitive we can hardly bear to move, drawing out our orgasms, making me wait to come?”

She moved back and kissed across his cheek, brushed his lips—which were starting to curve—and then kissed up the left side of his jaw to his other ear. “Or do you want me hard and fast? Do you want to throw me on the bed, or up against the wall, part my legs and ram yourself into me?” She laughed at his soft groan, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Do you want to pin my hands and hold me there as you thrust into me so hard it feels like you’re coming out the top of my head?” She bit his earlobe, hard enough to make him gasp. “Do you want to make me scream, Rusty? What do you want?”

Chapter Fifteen

Faith caught her breath, watching desire spark in Rusty’s eyes. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her onto her back. “What I want,” he said with much amusement, running his hand up her stockinged thigh to her bare ass, “is for you to repeat after me: ‘My name is Faith Hillman, and I’m a wicked, wicked girl’.”

“I’m not wicked.” She resisted as he tried to roll her over.

“I’m afraid I have to contest that.” He motioned for her to move onto her front, giving her an insistent stare. Catching her breath, she did so, letting him tug her tight against him. He reached over, pulled a pillow from the pile above them and tucked it under her to raise her hips. “You see, you are a very, very wicked woman.”

“No, I’m not. I’m an angel.”

He pulled down another pillow. “For you to bite on.”

“Rusty!”

He laughed, moving up the bed so he could lean over her and whisper in her ear. “I don’t think angels strip in quite such a naughty fashion.” He brushed her cheek with his hand and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, caught the digit between her teeth and sucked. He groaned as she ran her tongue over the pad, and she glanced over her shoulder at him, a thrill running through her at the heat in his eyes.
Oh yeah. The real Rusty’s coming out to play.

He moved his hand to her breast and cupped it, rubbing his wet thumb over her nipple. She closed her eyes, sighing.

He murmured close to her ear, his deep voice making her shiver. “I don’t think angels sigh like that, either.”

“You don’t think angels have sex? Then I’m not going to Heaven.”

He gave a throaty laugh. “Oh, you’re definitely not going to Heaven, Faith.” He moved his hand to her butt, stroking his fingers between her legs. “There’s definitely a little devil in you.” He slid his fingers downwards, into the white-hot heat of her, making her gasp. “More than a little.”

She opened her legs slightly, letting him slip his fingers inside her. He kept his hand there for a moment, and she tightened her internal muscles experimentally, pleased when he sighed. “You’re the devil inside me,” she whispered.

He removed his fingers and slid them forward, stroking her gently. “I’d like to be inside you.” He nudged her legs even wider. “Wicked girl.”

“I wasn’t wicked until I met you.”

“Oh, so I’ve corrupted you?”

“Definitely.”

He laughed. “Ruined you?”

“Absolutely.”

“Spoiled you for other men?”

“Oh.” She caught her breath at his expert touch. “Completely.”

“Good.” He sounded vehement and she blinked.

“You don’t want me to have fun with other men?”

“No.” His fingers were insistent. “I want you to think of me every time you make love with someone else.”

“That’s unfair.”

“No, it’s not.” He hooked a leg over her, and leaned heavily, squashing her. “You see, only I can see inside you, Faith. Only I can see the wickedness you carry deep within you. I like shocking you. You know why?”

“No.” She tipped her head back, letting him bite her earlobe and graze his stubble against the delicate skin of her neck.

“Because you like to be shocked. It turns me on to watch your eyes widen and your breath catch in your throat.”

“I don’t do that.”

He laughed. “No? Want me to prove it?”

She knew she was taunting him. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her heart thumped in anticipation. “Yes. Show me.”

“Okay.” He moved his hand to the back of her knee and pushed her leg up gently. Murmuring in her ear, continuing to berate her for her wickedness, he slid his fingers back between her legs. He dipped them inside her, coating them with her slippery moisture. Moving his hand back up, he rested it on her butt cheek and rubbed gently where the skin puckered, lubricating the area. Then, slowly, he slid a finger inside her.

“Oh my God.” Her cheeks flamed as she gasped.

“Still think you’re an angel, Faith?” He kissed her ear.

“Rusty…”

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Ah…” She rested her forehead on the pillow as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her. “Please…”

“Please, what?”

She couldn’t answer. He bit her ear, kissed down her neck and, fastening his mouth on her skin, sucked hard.

“Ow!” She shivered with delight.

He pressed his erection against her, continuing to tease her with his finger. “Still think you’re an angel?”

“You’ve contaminated me. You’re immoral. Sinful.”

“Yadda, yadda. That’s why you love me.” He finally removed his finger, making her sigh, and murmured in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you now, Hillman, nice and slow.” He slapped her butt. “That all right with you?”

She felt faint with desire. “You can’t spank me till sin number five.”

“Oh… You like to tempt me, don’t you?”

He went to reach over for his wallet, but she grabbed his hand. She’d been planning this. She wanted to feel him inside her, skin on skin. She knew he’d never had sex without a condom—he’d confessed that once when they were all talking one evening, and something within her was desperate to be his first. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’m on the pill.”

He hesitated. “We should be careful.”

“I’m clean, Rusty. And I trust you.” She glanced over her shoulder. She could see the thought of being inside her without barriers was turning him on.

He stroked her thigh, however, and leaned forward to kiss her. “Dan would kill me if I didn’t.”

“‘The fall will probably kill you, Sundance’. Is that really what you’re worried about?”

“I guess not.” He kissed her. “Are you sure?” When she nodded, he manoeuvred himself on top of her and then, in one smooth move, slid inside her. They both gasped at the exquisiteness of the sensation.

He bit her ear. “Wow. You are so wet.”

“That’s not a polite thing to say.”

“You’re exceedingly lubricated, Miss Hillman.”

She bit her lip. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“I like making you laugh. Sex should be fun.” He placed his hands either side of her and propped himself up, his muscled arms taut and strong, and she realised she couldn’t do much except lie there and let herself be soundly screwed, at the mercy of his relentless thrusts.

But she wasn’t ready to roll over, metaphorically speaking. “Is that all you’ve got, Rusty?” She pushed her hips up. “Come on, you can do better than that.”

He moved a hand beneath her, lifting her farther, and plunged deeper, making her gasp. “That better?”

“Oh yes.”

“And this?”

“Oh my God.”

“How about this?”

“Ah…”

He kissed her shoulder. “I never thought I’d meet a woman who’d be as enthusiastic about sex as me, but you’ve more than matched me, Faith.” He thrust again, leaning over her, his breath hot on her ear. “You drive me insane, you realise that?”

“Oh…”

He thrust harder, faster. “Completely crazy…”

“Oh—”

“Completely—”

“Rusty!”

She squealed as they came together. The orgasm was one of the strongest she’d had, and she pushed hard with her hips, screwing up her nose at the intensity of the pleasure.

“Fuck…” He dug his fingers into her waist and pulled her tightly toward him, thrusting so deep she really thought he’d speared her to the bed.

And the pillow did come in quite handy to bite on, as he’d promised.

Afterward, she couldn’t even be bothered to move, and lay on her front, sighing, as her eyelids drifted shut.

He moved across her to the other side of the bed, and after a while she levered open her lids to see him lying on his side, head propped on a hand, watching her. He looked serious but smiled as she looked at him.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You okay?”

“Mm.” She felt sleepy and sated. She blinked slowly, studying him. “Your chest hairs are curly.”

“They are indeed.”

“And red. Well, reddy-brown.”

“Hence the nickname.”

She smiled and brushed the hairs lightly with her fingers. “You don’t look like a Richard.”

“I don’t feel like one, either.”

“You’ll always be Rusty.”

“Yeah. I reckon.” For a moment, he didn’t say anything else. Her eyelids drooped again. Then he said simply, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For saying those things I said.”

She frowned. “What things?”

“That you were wicked and stuff. I didn’t mean them. And I’m sorry if I’ve corrupted you.”

She gave a little chuckle. “You haven’t corrupted me, Rusty.”

“I have. I know I have. I mean, I know you weren’t a virgin, but there
was
something virginal, something pure and unsullied about you. You were angelic before you slept with me.”

“And now?”

His lips curved, somewhat ruefully. He touched the love-bite on her neck. “I’ve left a mark here…and here.” He brushed her forehead. “Your eyes are tarnished. They hold a hunger that wasn’t there before. They’re a woman’s eyes now. I’ve taken away your innocence, and it’s not something you can ever get back.”

“Maybe.” She rubbed her nose lazily. “But I don’t see it like that. You’ve liberated me. It’s like I thought there was only one kind of flower, the rose, and it was the only flower any man had ever bought me, and it was nice enough, I mean I’m not going to complain when a guy buys me roses. I suspected there were other flowers out there, but the rose was pretty, and I was satisfied with it…for a while.

“But then…you came along, and opened the door to a wild garden, and you showed me all the different varieties of flowers…bluebells and daffodils and daisies and chrysanthemums… And they’re all beautiful, every one, and I love them all.” She yawned. “And there are still loads of flowers I haven’t seen, and I need you to guide me through the garden, to hold my hand and point them all out to me, or I’ll never find my way out. I trust you, Rusty. Don’t you get that?”

She stopped, wondering if she’d said too much, waiting for him to make fun of her, to talk about fertilizer or hoeing or something. But he didn’t.