Shades of Sexy (28 page)

Jake’s control shredded when he saw Paige writhe with pleasure. He needed to fuck her, long and hard and deep.

“Condom,” she gasped. “Suitcase.”

He raced across the room to it. “Where?”

“Inside pocket. Hurry.”

He found one immediately, tore open the packet and rolled it over his cock.

“Hurry!” She held out her arms, lifted her hips to him.

He climbed on top of her, drove his shaft into her juicy depths. God, she was tight. Paige’s long, slow moan filled the air. Her sweet scent wrapped around him. Her delicious taste lingered on his lips as he pistoned his hips, speared his cock deeper inside her.

Yearning to make the pleasure go on and on, he took his time, savored every stroke. Catching her nipple in his mouth, he suckled, drew a pleasured gasp from her lips. Her channel conformed to his shaft as if it had been made for him alone.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked. “Yes, Jake. Yeeeeesss.”

He felt her pussy clench around his cock as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Watching her face contort with pleasure sent a jolt of power and passion through him. She shuddered and shook, writhing beneath him. Her trembling ebbed and a satisfied smile settled on her lips.

He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over him so she straddled him.

“Now I get to ride you.” She pulled her knees in close to his sides and lifted her hips, ground against him.

Christ, he was buried so deep inside her. He took hold of her hips, fought to maintain his control as she rocked and undulated above him. She adjusted to the pace and rhythm he set.

He squeezed her tits, tweaked her tight nipples. Paige leaned her head back and sighed, quickening her pace. He was so close, but he held back, clamping down on his overpowering need.

She adjusted her stance so her feet sat flat against the mattress, giving her more control over her hips. She curled her fingers into his sides, bouncing above him. He let go and a white-hot blast of pleasure shot through him, surging in every direction. A primal growl rumbled in his chest as blinding ecstasy flooded his veins.

Paige kept riding him, milking every last drop of seed from him. He caught her waist, held her still. She crumpled against him, their hearts pounding in unison. He ran his hands over the smooth skin on her back, damp with sweat. Shutting his eyes, he drew a breath laced with the musky scent of their lovemaking.

He’d let her sleep—for a while. But he hadn’t finished with her tonight. Not by a long shot.

Chapter Four

Paige opened her eyes and tried to orient herself. Images of Jake making love to her flooded her mind. She could barely make out his features in the dark, but she caught his familiar scent, heard the steady cadence of his breathing. The sex had been better than with her ex, better than with any of her past lovers.

Don’t get too used to him.

She’d leave in less than a week never to return. Developing feelings for the man would be foolish and totally illogical. And she was nothing if not completely practical. But why not enjoy the ride as long as she could?

She eased the covers back and climbed out of bed. Nature called. On her way back from the bathroom she heard something—a squeak? And another. A meow, a tiny one. Following the sound to the last room on the left, she pressed her ear to the door. Definitely a cat.

She entered the room and immediately recognized Jake’s earthy scent and the cowboy boots in the corner. A tiny ball of orange fluff wound around her foot and stared up at her with bright green eyes.

Her heart squeezed at the sight of the kitten. Bending to pick it up, she spied a bowl of food and another filled with water nearby. And a plush pink pet bed. Someone had a soft spot for kittens.

She lifted the animal to eye level. It had to be the most adorable thing she’d ever seen. She snuggled it to her shoulder a moment, before setting it down on the cat bed. Jake definitely harbored his share of surprises.

He still lay sprawled across the bed in all his naked glory when she returned to her room. A ray of moonlight peeked through the curtains and painted him in shades of purple and blue. Desire swept through her. She neared the bed.

His eyes fluttered when she slid under the covers beside him. He smiled, threw an arm over her and sighed contentedly. “Where’d you go?”

“Bathroom. I found the most adorable kitten on my way back.”

His eyes opened wide. “Where?” He sat up and threw the covers aside.

“Your room.”

His shoulders slumped as if she’d caught him stealing a cookie or something. “Oh.”

She waited for him to elaborate, but he just leaned back on his elbows, eying her.

“She’s precious. Does she have a name?” She couldn’t resist climbing over him and nipping his chiseled chest, licking his erect nipples.

“Mm. That feels good.”

“So?” She stopped playing and leveled a questioning stare at him.

“What?”

“What’s the kitten’s name?”

He coughed dryly. “Creamsicle. Okay?”

Why did he seem embarrassed that he had a cat? “Where’d you get her?”

He gave his shoulders a slight shrug. “One of the mousers that lives around the stable had a big litter. She was the runt and the mom wouldn’t take care of her. Satisfied?”

“That’s so sweet.”

He rolled his eyes then grasped her waist, eased her off him. Moving off the bed, he shook his head. “I didn’t want her to starve. No big deal.”

“So that’s why she has a cushy pink bed and a bunch of toy mice on the floor in your room?” Why wouldn’t he admit to his softer side? Maybe he didn’t think it very masculine, but she found it downright hot.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he sighed. “I don’t want to talk about that pussy.” He stalked back to the bed and sat on the edge. “I’m not through with yours.” Grabbing her arm, he pulled her onto his lap, facing him. “Last night was …”

“Amazing.”

He planted a gentle kiss behind her ear. “I want an encore.”

A shudder of anticipation rolled over her skin. She hooked her fingers together behind his neck. “Mind if I take a shower first?”

“I do. Actually, I have a better idea.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Have you ever gone skinny-dipping under the stars?” He trailed a finger between her breasts, followed with his tongue.

The notion heated her from the inside out. “Can’t say I have, but it sounds…sexy.” In truth, she’d never been skinny-dipping, nighttime or daytime.

He helped her hop off his lap.  Hand in hand, he led her downstairs. Before they arrived at the pool, he disappeared inside the downstairs bathroom and came out with two towels.

The house was cool as midnight, quiet as a secret. What if Jake hadn’t been staying there? She’d have freaked out here all alone, in the middle of nowhere. Of course, he was way more than her security guard. He’d played her body like a musical instrument and she knew the concert had just begun.

Outside, she drank in the peaceful atmosphere—the rhythmic beat of the crickets and the blanket of stars in the sky. No car horns blasted, no engines hummed, no people spoke. The dark enveloped everything and she had to hang onto Jake for fear of falling.

“Isn’t there a light inside the pool?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Only for show. Unless you want to be carried off by the mosquitoes.” He set her hand on the railing. “Stay here. I have an idea.”

She heard him moving things around nearby. Moments later a flame lit the area. She sucked in an excited gasp at the sight of the torches. At least six feet tall, half a dozen circled the pool. Jake lit them one by one, creating a Hawaiian atmosphere.

After he’d finished, he joined her at the steps, pulled her into a strong embrace. “How’s that for light?”

She softened against him, marveled at how their curves fit together like two long separated puzzle pieces. “It’s perfect.” She brushed her lips along his, slid her tongue inside his mouth, over his teeth, tasting and exploring. He cupped her cheek and she leaned into his touch.

A chill breeze whispered past. Desire engulfed her like a favorite soft blanket. Jake took her hand and they stepped into the pool. Once the water reached her waist, she wrapped her legs around him and curled her fingers into his shoulders. Jake held her hips, forced her closer and she felt his growing erection between them. The cool water did nothing to quench her burning hunger, a hunger only he could satisfy.

Jake stared into Paige’s dark eyes. He’d never met another woman who’d turned him on so much. If he wasn’t careful, he’d develop feelings for her.

What am I thinking? I just met her.

But his body responded to her as if they’d been lovers for a long time. She touched him as if she lived inside his head, knew exactly how, where and when. He closed his mouth over hers, tasted her sweet tongue.

She tightened her arms around his neck, ground her sex against him. His cock grew heavier with need. Molten lust collected in his loins like a simmering volcano. The full swell of her breasts pressed into him. He cupped one, kneaded and tweaked. She squirmed and purred. Dropping his head, he flicked his tongue over an erect point. He backed away and stared at her nipple, stoked by how red and glossy he’d made it. She lifted the other breast, fed it to him. So sexy. He suckled and licked, incredibly turned on.

Shifting a hand under her, he eased her folds apart, drove a finger inside her creamy entrance, then another. Rubbing along her cleft, he grinned when she started moving in time with his strokes. The surface of the water rippled with her gyrations. A low moan started deep in her chest and slowly moved higher. She bucked and bobbed. Her needful whimpers filled the humid air and her slick depth gripped his fingers tight.

He couldn’t resist her erect nipples another second. The moment he suckled one into his mouth, Paige released a strangled cry and leaned her head back. She writhed with a pounding intensity. Her pussy clenched and twitched around his fingers.

He held her to him, luxuriating in her pleasured moans. When she dropped her head onto his shoulder, he carried her across the pool and up the steps. She purred softly as he deposited her on a lounge chair. He grabbed the towels he’d left on the table and covered her with one, then wrapped another around his waist.

“Moonlight skinny-dipping is fun, huh?” The satisfaction on her face glowed in the firelight.

“Yes, ma’am. What did you think?”

A laugh, like the tinkle of wind chimes.

“I think I like it. Love it, actually.”

He kneeled on the chair, crawled toward her. “I’m not through with you yet.”

Her eyes widened. “No?”

With a shake of his head, he lifted the towel off her and dropped it onto the deck. He spread her legs apart, smoothed back the dark tuft of curls shielding her sex.

Paige clamped her legs together and backed away. The man aimed to kill her with pleasure. “No more. Not yet.”

He lifted a brow in challenge. “I’m not through with you, Paige.”

The honey in his voice tempted her. “I won’t be able to walk if we …” Her cheeks heated. “You’re awfully well endowed, you know.”

A slow smile split his handsome face. “I’ll settle for another taste of your sweet pussy.”

Renewed desire washed over her. Her resolve shattered. She let Jake push her legs open. His teasing nips on her inner thighs chased away the last vestiges of her resistance. Lust burned inside her pussy as he moved his attention to her hard nub. He flicked and gently sucked, swirled his tongue around it.

She shuddered as the lush sensations flooded her veins. The heat of his clever tongue rocketed straight to her core. He licked her clit, stroked rough fingers through her furls. The intensity of the pleasure snatched her breath away, led her up the precipice of bliss. She grasped handfuls of his thick hair, soaked from the pool.

Just when she thought she’d approached the point of no return, Jake stopped and settled a stiff hand over her pussy.

She stared down at him, questioning him.

He smiled wickedly. “I’m not ready for you to come yet.” He crawled along the cushion until he straddled her. Holding her breast, he laved her flesh, slid his teeth over her nipple painfully.

She shoved him away. “That hurts.” But it also felt good. Too good. Something he seemed to know instinctively.

His gaze met hers for an instant. The power of their attraction stole her breath. All she’d envisioned was a casual fling, yet the way he touched her, the intensity of her desire rocked her to her core. And made her want to run screaming for her life.

Yet she couldn’t turn him away. She needed this, needed him.

No!

This couldn’t be anything but a vacation fling. Needing Jake, needing any man was out of the question. Particularly one she’d have to do business with. What had she been thinking?

She gripped the sides of the cushion and inched back in the chair. “Jake, I think—”

He silenced her with a finger to her lips. “Stop thinking.”

He had a point. Her brain’s built-in brakes had derailed every spontaneous thing she’d ever set out to do.

He kissed her bellybutton, nipped and tickled her skin. Desire surged anew and all thoughts of stopping him disappeared into the starry night. She lay back and unclenched her fists.

“That’s better.” He gave her one of those sexy winks. Scooting lower, he settled between her legs again and glided his finger along her pussy. Her pulse quickened and her muscles tensed as she braced for the onslaught of more pleasure.

Jake parted her lips and slid the tip of his tongue over her clit. She lifted to him, sighed when a blissful shudder swept through her. He drove his tongue into her, lapped at her juices, followed with his fingers. Stroking them in and out, he hit that spot where her delight bloomed. She squirmed against the approaching orgasm, coaxing it closer.

She slipped over the edge and let the ecstasy pull her under. Powerful waves of pure satisfaction shook her body, rolling with a pounding intensity. She curled her fingers into his hair as a loud moan broke from her lips, filled the quiet night air. As her satisfaction ebbed, Jake moved higher, smiled at her.

“Your eyes are glittering brighter than the stars.” He planted a sweet kiss on her lips and she tasted her sensual essence there. Through the afterglow of her pleasure, a troubling thought emerged.

I have to say goodbye to him soon.

But she didn’t want to. No man had ever touched her the way he did. Somehow she knew, deep in her soul, every other man would pale next to Jake.