WildLoving (4 page)

She let her hands roam over his shoulders, down his arms and
finally over his chest. There wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on his body.
She’d seen him with his shirt off once when they were working at Bruno’s. It
had been a hot summer afternoon and he was carrying boxes of liquor from the
delivery truck to the storage room. His skin was darker than hers, tanned.

She wanted to see it again. Now.

Eliza tugged at the buttons of his shirt, managing to get
them open. She shoved her hands inside and found hard, warm flesh.

Rabb pulled away and she protested until she realized he was
yanking his shirt off. Oh yes, this was what she wanted. His biceps bulged and
rippled as he tossed his shirt aside. She pressed her hands against his chest
again and ran them over his taut abs, testing each band of thick muscle.

She’d never seen anything like him outside of a magazine. If
Rabb wanted to, he could make a fortune with that body. Surely photographers
would be lining up for miles to capture such perfection. Women would buy
whatever he was selling.

Eliza faltered at that thought. “You don’t have a
girlfriend, do you?”

Rabb jerked as though she’d slapped him. “No,” he
practically growled. “I wouldn’t be here if I did.”

Great, now he was angry with her. She gathered the neck of
the robe she wore and sighed. It was probably for the best anyway. Making love
with Rabb was a stupid idea that couldn’t lead anywhere but to heartache.

He caught her hands and eased them away from the fabric.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes.” He traced up and down the neckline with
his finger, leaving a trail of goose bumps running over her exposed flesh.

Like a deer caught in the headlights, she couldn’t move,
could barely breathe.

Rabb eased the fabric farther apart until the swell of her
breasts were exposed. “So pretty. So soft.” He ran his knuckles over her skin
and his finger slipped below the fabric and found her nipple.

Eliza gasped and then moaned.

“Let me see you.” Rabb didn’t wait for permission but untied
the robe and shoved it open, exposing her totally.

She was sitting on a stool in his kitchen almost totally
naked. Sure she was still wearing the robe, but it wasn’t covering anything.

Rabb groaned and cupped her breasts in his hands. They were
big hands, capable ones. And he covered the mounds completely. “So perfect,” he
muttered.

He bent down and she sucked in a breath. His breath brushed
across her skin as his lips drew closer.

Then he stopped and blinked.

Eliza wanted to yank the robe back around her and hide
beneath its thick folds, but it was too late. He traced his finger over a
particularly nasty scar. This one was five inches long and was the worst of
them.

“When were you going to tell me about these?”

Rabb’s heart skipped a beat as he studied the three scars on
Eliza’s stomach. He ran his finger along one that was pale red and puckered.
That had to have hit something vital. The other two were shorter, but stood out
just as harshly against her pale white skin.

He swallowed hard. His gut churned as though he’d absorbed a
hit. Eliza had been stabbed. Repeatedly.

“Jason?” He didn’t really have to ask. He knew.

“Yes.” She touched the scar that ran along her hairline. “It
was the same time he did this.”

“Why wasn’t he arrested?” The fact he was still out there
was making Rabb crazy.

“It was his word against mine. No one saw anything.” Eliza
shrugged. “He had an alibi for the time I was attacked. He was at a party a few
blocks away.”

“Easy enough to slip out and then back in without anyone
noticing he was missing.”

“Exactly.” She nodded. “Unfortunately, Jason had been
telling his friends for months about this woman who was harassing him and
making his life miserable. They were only too willing to vouch for him.” Eliza
scrubbed her hand over her face. She looked tired. “I was lucky the cops didn’t
charge me. They figured I was mugged and my ‘delusion’”—she used air quotes
around the word—“coupled with my concussion was making me confused. Jason was
gracious and concerned.”

“Fucker,” Rabb muttered. He waited for her to continue and
realized she was going to leave it at that if he let her. “Finish it.”

Eliza sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “Not much
else to tell. He nicked a lung, cut me in a couple other spots and I was in the
hospital for a week.”

God almighty. She’d been battered and hurt and alone. “You
should have called me.” He knew he was being totally irrational, but he
couldn’t help himself.

She ignored him and continued. “Detective Zurkowski, the cop
who believed me, told me to dump my phone in case Jason was using it to track
me. After that, I was on my own.”

Something settled deep inside Rabb as he stared into Eliza’s
green eyes. “Well, you’re not alone anymore.”

“Rabb,” she began, but he cut her off.

“No, Eliza.” He covered the scars on her stomach with his
large hands, wishing he could make them just disappear. “You’re not going to
run off on your own. Promise me.”

Her gaze skittered away, and he knew she’d been planning to
do just that.

“Promise me,” he repeated. He clamped his hands over her
slender shoulders, careful not to hurt her.

“I can’t. Rabb, you have a family to protect.”

“Then why did you come here?” She flinched from the harsh
tone in his voice and tugged the edges of the robe around her, hiding the scars
and her body from his view. He wanted to swear again but managed to hold his
tongue.

“It was a mistake. A moment of weakness.”

Fury welled up inside Rabb. A mistake. She saw coming here
as a mistake. “Well, if it’s a mistake, you might as well go all the way with
it.” He swept her off the stool and carried her out of the kitchen and down the
short hallway to his bedroom.

“Rabb? What are you doing? Put me down.”

“No.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “What do you mean
no
?”

“Just that.” He deposited her beside his bed. He gripped the
edges of the robe in his hands but didn’t open it. “If you’re going to run away
tomorrow, I want tonight.”

Rabb looked so angry and hurt in the dim light pouring in
from the hallway. That combined with the ambient street light coming in through
the window made it easy for her to see him. It hadn’t been her intention to
hurt him, but she’d done it anyway.

Her body was still pulsing from his earlier touch. He’d had
his hands on her breasts and her stomach. Her nipples tingled and she knew her
pussy was damp. All Rabb had to do was look at her and she creamed herself. Her
blood felt thick, as though it were flowing slowly in her veins.

Time slowed to a halt.

Rabb was waiting. For a sign from her.

He wasn’t the least bit like Jason. This was Rabb, the man
she trusted more than she ever had anyone else. Yes, he’d hurt her, but she
couldn’t put the entire blame on him. Jason was the main source of the problem,
but she’d been just as much at fault. She’d kept everything to herself, hadn’t
confided in Rabb or anyone when Jason’s advances had gotten out of hand. She’d
allowed Jason to isolate her, playing right into his hands.

And even after Rabb had left, she could have found him.
After all, Hatter wasn’t exactly a common name and she knew his parents both
owned businesses. She could have confronted him about why he’d left without a
word.

Why hadn’t she?

That was something she needed to think about, but not right
now, not with Rabb’s fingers tracing a slow trail down the center of the robe
that was barely closed. Her skin heated and anticipation thrummed through her.

She’d worry about tomorrow when the time came. Tonight was
for them. Come what may, she would not regret this night with Rabb.

Eliza rolled her shoulders and let the fabric slip down her
arms. The robe fell to the floor, pooling at her feet. She pressed her palms
against Rabb’s bare chest and went up on her toes and kissed him. His lips were
firm, yet soft. He yielded, letting her slip her tongue into his mouth.

Rabb groaned, banded his arm around her waist and dragged
her up against him. His erection pressed against her stomach and they both
shuddered.

He was breathing heavily when he broke their kiss. “Let me
get these off.” He undid his leather belt and then pulled down the zipper of
his pants. Anticipation built inside her. She wanted to yell at him to hurry.

He shoved pants and boxer briefs down his rock-solid thighs
and then kicked his clothing away. A full-clothed Rabb was pretty impressive.
Naked, he was devastating to her senses.

“Oh my.” She released the breath she hadn’t even realized
she’d been holding. Eliza reached out and ran her finger along the underside of
his cock. It jerked beneath her touch and she pulled back.

Rabb grabbed her hand and returned it to his hard shaft.
“Touch me, Eliza.”

His erection pulsed beneath her palm, warm and alive. She’d
had lovers before, but not in a long time, and certainly none built quite like
Rabb. His cock was thick and long and would fill her completely. A shiver ran
down her spine and heat spread out from her pussy until every inch of her skin
flushed.

He groaned and thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into
her hand. “That feels so fucking good.”

A sense of feminine power swept over her. He might make her
cream her panties with no more than a look, but she obviously had a powerful
effect on him as well. She stroked upward and rubbed her thumb over the broad
head. Liquid beaded from the tip and she spread it around.

Rabb jerked away, swept her into his arms and carried her
down onto the mattress. He moved so fast it made her head spin. She gripped his
upper arms, marveling at the sheer girth of his biceps.

“You’re a dangerous woman,” he told her. He grabbed both her
hands and held them in one of his. He lifted them over her head and leaned over
her. His big body covered hers, but he held most of his weight off her.

His dark-brown eyes glittered with desires. His lips were
set in a thin line and a muscle twitched in his jaw. “Rabb?”

“Give me a second, honey. I’m on the edge here.”

A sense of pride and wonder filled her. She’d done that to
him.

He shook his head. “You look pleased with yourself.”

“I am.” She grinned, not able to help herself. She’d never
considered herself quite the femme fatale before.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he promised.

Coming from another man, she might have been worried. But
with Rabb, she relaxed and teased him even more. “Big talk.”

A slow smile crossed his face. “Oh I’m going to do more than
talk.” He brought his mouth down on hers, his lips slanting and his tongue
plunging deep.

All thought of teasing fled beneath his sensual onslaught.
Rabb kissed better than any of her previous lovers made love. There was no
sense of rush, just a long, slow exploration that took her breath away.

Her lungs were starving for air when he pulled away and
peppered her jaw with kisses. He released her hands and eased lower on the
mattress, keeping his weight on his forearms. Using his tongue, he traced a
path between her breasts before teasing each mound. Her nipples ached for his
touch, but he was making her wait. Probably paying her back for teasing him.

“Rabb.”

“Hmm.”

“Touch me.” She arched her back, pushing her breasts toward
him.

“Where?” He curled his tongue around one turgid nipple, not
quite touching it. “Here?”

“No. Yes.” She couldn’t think. Gripping him by his hair, she
tugged him closer.

His laugh was filled with masculine pleasure. “Impatient,
are you?”

“You have no idea,” she muttered. If he didn’t touch her the
way she wanted, she wasn’t going to be responsible for her actions.

Rabb parted his lips and sucked the hard nub into his mouth.
She moaned when his tongue flicked it. Her fingers tightened in his hair and
her nails dug into his scalp.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yesss,” she hissed. A sense of restlessness filled her and
she moved beneath him. His cock was hard against her inner thigh, but it wasn’t
where she needed it. Her pussy throbbed with a building need only Rabb could
assuage.

She rolled her hips, trying to fit the head of his cock to
her wet slit, but he moved away. “Not yet,” he told her.

Rabb worked his way down her body, licking and kissing,
sucking and nipping her torso, careful to be gentle around her scars. He
scraped his teeth over her hipbones and tickled her bellybutton with his clever
tongue.

She was so hot she was beginning to sweat. It was such a
wonderful feeling after being cold for so long. She chanted his name as he
spread her thighs wide and settled between them.

Rabb stared at her, leaving her not one ounce of modesty or
privacy, and she didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted as long as he
touched her. His breath was warm on her inner thigh.

“You’re so wet.” He stroked several fingers over the slick
folds of her pussy, dipping into her opening briefly before pulling away. She
moaned and arched into his hand. “So pretty and pink.”

Rabb dragged his tongue over the crease between her upper
thigh and torso. Eliza planted her feet on the mattress and tried to shift so
his mouth was on her pussy. “Rabb.” Frustration was making her crazy.

He spread her thighs wider and licked her cream, making a
low humming sound of pleasure. Her inner muscles clamped down hard but found
nothing to hold on to. His deft fingers teased her opening. So slowly it was a
sensual torture, he pushed a finger into her hot depths. She sighed with
pleasure and pushed into his touch. He withdrew his finger and this time he
used two, stretching her sheath, preparing her to take him.

Rabb’s dick was screaming for release. If his balls weren’t
blue he’d be shocked. Never had he wanted a woman the way he wanted Eliza right
now. She was naked, her skin flushed with arousal, her legs sprawled wide in
invitation.

Fuck, she was hot.

She held nothing back from him. And there was no greater
turn-on for a guy. She let him know what she liked, what she wanted with every
sigh and moan she made.

It was hard as hell to hold back. He had to remind himself
constantly to be gentle. She was still recovering from her injuries and was so
thin a heavy wind would blow her away. Yet she wanted him.

He lapped at her pussy, tasting her sweet cream. He loved
the slight bite of her nails in his skin as she tried to tug him closer. When
he found her clit and brushed it with the tip of his tongue, she moaned and her
entire body stiffened. The little nub of nerves was pushed out of its
protective hood, inviting him to touch it.

“Rabb.” His name fell from her lips again and again. He
drove two fingers deep into her molten core at the same time he flicked his
tongue over her clit. Every muscle in his body tensed when she cried out. Her
pussy clamped around his fingers when she climaxed, her cream coating them.

He gritted his teeth and held on until the spasms passed and
her thighs went lax. Her sigh of pleasure was like a physical stroke to his
cock. Her eyes were closed and a small smile played at the corners of her
mouth.

She looked completely sated. And he was anything but.

He rolled out of bed and yanked open the drawer of his
bedside table. Condoms. He had some in here somewhere. Triumphant, he grabbed
the box and ripped it open. Within seconds, he’d torn the top off the packet
and had the condom smoothed on. It wasn’t easy. He was on a hair trigger at the
moment.

His instinct was to cover Eliza, plunge his dick into her
hot pussy and fuck her until she came again. But he was very cognizant of her
delicate state. Hell, he shouldn’t be making love with her at all. She needed
food and rest, not some guy rutting on her.

But he was too far gone and he didn’t think she’d let him
stop at this point. He lay on his back and rolled her on top of him. She opened
her eyes and gave him a sleepy smile.

He was truly a bastard. He pushed several damp strands of
her hair away from her face. “Sleep,” he told her. No guy had ever died because
he couldn’t fuck the woman he wanted and he had no intentions of being the
first. He could wait. He would wait.

“What about you?” She traced little circles on his chest,
playing with the crisp hair that ran from one flat nipple to the other.

“I’m fine,” he lied. His cock jerked against her belly as if
to affirm his lie.

“You certainly are fine,” she purred. She slid one hand down
his torso and gripped his latex-covered dick.