Yours for the Night (32 page)

“Morning—don’t stop on my account.”

Raine pulled back a little. He was wide-awake now, and ready to go, from what she could feel as he rubbed an impressive morning erection against her leg. He turned his face to slide his tongue along her ear. She caught her breath, feeling the zing from the subtle kiss travel straight down and land deep in her belly, the sharp bite of pleasure soaking her panties. She wished he would promise to never stop tracing his tongue over her skin—oh, yes…just like that.

Moving her legs apart, she rubbed the crux of her sex along his hard-on and moaned with need, seeking and finding his mouth with hers. She licked his lips into a wet kiss, wanting to lose herself in it. He slid his hands down and grabbed her derriere firmly, settling her against him, smiling into her mouth when she whimpered and strained, bunching her fingers in his shirt.

“We’re both overdressed for this.” She nodded and slowly, reluctantly, pushed away, standing by the side of the couch. Smiling at him, feeling free and bold, she slowly unbuttoned her top, and dropped it to the floor. She felt a blush steal up her cheeks when she saw him swallow deeply and clench his hands at his sides.

Sliding her hands down over her full breasts, across small, rosy nipples, and down her stomach, she eased her thumbs under the waistband of her pajama bottoms, lowering them slowly, until she stood before him wearing only a pair of scant, pink silk panties. He reached out, but she backed away, out of his reach, her voice coy.

“Uh-uh…your turn.”

Though he appreciated her show, he was impatient, and lost his own clothing quickly, tossing them on the floor behind the couch. He stood up next to her, drawing her against him, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss. Slipping his hands down her back, knotting his hands in the scrap of silk she wore, he pulled the crotch up tight, evoking a cry from her as he tugged the soaked fabric tight—and released—then did it again.

Biting his bottom lip, Raine absorbed the growl of his response, and pressed her thighs together tightly around his steel-hard erection, loving the feel of him rubbing against her skin. She dropped her head back and bent into him like a bow when he cupped both breasts in his hands.

He squeezed her aroused nipples sharply, but when he shifted, prodding against the barrier of thin silk, seeking entry, she made a sound of slight protest, and put her hands on his stomach, pushing lightly. He blinked, unsure of what she was doing.

He smiled, reaching his hand up to touch her face tenderly but still with a quizzical look in his eyes. She slid her hands from his stomach to chest to shoulders, and pressed him back to the couch, shushing his questions with her lips.

Her eyes were hazy with desire, but clear with purpose. His heart missed a beat when she smiled against his lips and whispered, “This time, for you.”

Then she was trailing kisses down his body, licking her hot little tongue across his stomach, and creating a ball of need so tight in his groin that he thought he would explode without her even touching him. When she bit the inside of his thigh, he had to protest, loudly; he was going to lose it before she went much further. She just smiled, and leaned back for a moment.

“Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“Move up on the sofa a little. I want you to watch.”

His limbs went so weak he didn’t think he would be able to lift himself, but somehow, he did. His chest was heaving with effort and anticipation as she tormented him by trailing her fingers lightly up his leg, and she made sure he had a clear view as she drew her luscious, pink tongue up the rock-hard length of him, and then back down again. She cupped his balls in her hand, stroking gently, her fingers finding the spot down between his legs that she knew would push him to near the edge. His head dropped back in ecstasy, and she scolded gently.

“No, Jack, look at me…look at me.”

God help him, he watched her descend again, wrapping her lips tightly around him and taking him to the hilt. Her eyes never left his. His head spun with pleasure, and he couldn’t have controlled the noises he was making if he’d tried. She sucked and nipped at him, lolling her tongue around him until he was crazed. Just as he reached the edge, she drew back, always making sure his eyes were on her. Sucking the pulsing head of his throbbing cock hard and sharp, she watched him lose control, his eyes blind with passion, but glued to hers. His breath heaved, he arched up under her, and he choked out a single plea that taught her a new kind of pleasure.

She sighed, taking him deep, gladly giving him what he needed. Sucking him hard, she gloried in his harsh cries of release but didn’t see the pleasure contort his face, focused on draining the last drop of pleasure from him as she tasted the hot, salty evidence of his ejaculation at the back of her throat.

He called out to her, but she kept him inside her until he softened, and lapped him clean, nestling her face into his stomach when she was done. Sliding up his body, and wrapping herself against him, she buried her face in his throat. She was very aroused, but also oddly satisfied.

His breathing calmed and he kissed her hair, holding her. He didn’t remember ever having such a wildly strong orgasm in his life; every muscle in his body felt like jelly. He wasn’t sure his arms worked, but he wanted to touch her. He could feel the heat coming off her body, and stroked her back.

“Rainey…you are, well…nothing I can say…”

She smiled and rubbed her cheek against him like a cat. “I liked it, too. I never…um, did that before, with anyone. I wanted to with you.”

His eyes became soft and dark; he was deeply touched that she wanted to give to him so deeply, and he stroked her hair. She kissed him lightly, trying to calm her own arousal. This had been perfect. She had gotten more from pleasuring him than she ever would have expected, and it was enough.

He shifted himself a little more solidly beneath her, bringing her fully on top of him, and buried his face in her neck, light kisses sending flares of desire racing across her skin. His hands stroked her back, moved down over the gentle curves of her bottom, pressing her against his thigh, and then moved back up over and over until she felt her heart pounding.

“Jack, it’s okay.... I’m okay....” Her breath hitched as he wrapped his hands over the tender flesh of her rib cage, under her arms, and stroked the sides of her breasts. She raised her head to look at him. He was smiling, his eyes glinting with something like mischief, and she gazed at him warily. “What are you doing?”

His grin split wider.

“You know what I’m doing.... You don’t like it?”

He licked a hot trail from her collarbone to her mouth. She pressed against him, her body leaving her brain behind and acting of its own accord. He pushed his knee up, positioning her on his hard thigh, urging her to ride him.

She shook her head. “No…” Her voice squeaked a little as she panicked.

“Yes.”
He pressed her down, whispering lovely hot things as he felt her melt over him, and bit her ear. She relaxed and pressed against him shyly, reluctantly, and made those soft kittenish sounds he loved. After a few minutes he felt her starting to lose control, grinding herself against him without his help, her breasts pressing hotly against his chest as she moved.

“There you go.... Yeah…that’s it.... Let it go, sweetheart.... Take what you need.” He planted wet kisses on her ear as her thighs squeezed him and she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He felt the release of tension in her body as the orgasm rippled through her, smiled when he felt the flood of warmth on his leg. Slowly, he lowered her, holding her close. He stroked her back and felt her body shaking slightly.

He reached up and slid his fingers under her chin, lifting her face, worrying he would find tears, and instead saw her eyes alight with laughter, her neck and face flushed with pleasure. She shook her head, burying it in his neck once more. She spoke, her voice muffled.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“What? Come? I
like
making you do that.”

She laughed, and sounded shy; it made him smile. Her voice squeaked, “Like that though—I mean…geez…Jack.”

“Hey, it’s about whatever works,
Rainey.
We have all these parts, it’s a shame not to experiment with them, wouldn’t you say?”

She nodded against his chest, and sighed deeply.

They stayed there for a while, lost in the warmth of each other, and Jack felt that he could stay in this position, wrapped around her naked body for a long, long time. He felt good. What they had shared had been even more intense than the last time, and he wouldn’t have thought that was possible.

But even though it had been damn near perfect, he missed being inside her, and was already wanting her again. He couldn’t escape the unceasing, and somewhat annoying, urge to connect with this woman in every way possible, and he needed time to think about that. He wanted more. He wanted it all. He sighed and rubbed her back, enjoying the feeling of her nestled against him, but forced his thoughts back to the day.

“It’s got to be halfway through the morning. The troops are going to wonder where I am.”

“Hmm?” She lifted her head, looking at him.

“Work. Some people may be on extended vacation, but we poor working stiffs still have to go out and earn a dollar.”

He tweaked her chin, and smiled, shifting them both up and feeling the cool air of the room sneak in between them when she lifted herself.

She was looking around for her pajamas, standing there completely naked in his den, her hair in complete, gorgeous disarray, skin rosy, nipples hard from the coolness of the air. He felt himself go semi-erect again, and was abashed enough to feel a little heat rise in his face as she stared at his erection, and then smiled up into his face, her eyes playful.

“You must really like your job.”

He snorted, swatting her on the butt as she reached for her pajamas on the floor.

“I do, but I like your job better.” She turned a rosy shade of pink, and he chuckled. Standing, pulling his pants on loosely as she dressed, he smiled and reached out, bringing her back to him for a moment.

“I like it when you look like that—satisfied and happy. We haven’t had too much of that together, really, have we?”

She felt unsure of how to respond, unable to handle the intimacy he obviously wanted to share with her.

“I, um…” She just squeezed him back and stepped away, brushing off the front of her pajamas absently and turning around. “Oh, look, it is almost ten. Are you going in?”

Jack stared at her, more curious than upset about her obvious discomfort. He pursed his lips. “No, I can telecommute today.”

Then he crossed his arms over his chest and leveled her a serious look.

“Raine, why are you doing this?”

Pulling on a sock, she looked at him. “My feet get cold.”

He sat back down on the sofa, still warm from their bodies, and reached up and tugged at her elbow for her to sit down with him. She looked away but sat, putting her hands in her lap when she couldn’t figure out what to do with them. He moved closer, took them in his and held them steady.

“No, not that. Why, after we have sex, do you withdraw emotionally? The first time we were together, you did it—you backed off so fast I could feel the ice forming. I didn’t even think there would be a next time. In the car, you did the same thing, and now again. But it’s especially confusing at this moment, Raine, because we share more now, we knew this was going to happen between us. I figured we both wanted it.”

Raine grimaced, looked out the window and then back at Jack. Unable to sit, she got up, paced, and looked back at him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was being so…rude.” When his eyes narrowed to annoyed slits, she realized her mistake, made a frustrated sound and came back to the couch, faced him, tried to speak normally.

“Jack, I don’t know how to make you understand. I didn’t have family, didn’t have many friends. I don’t know how to handle these moments that seem to come so easily to everyone else. I’m not always sure what to say. I didn’t have boyfriends until college, but that was nothing like this, that’s for sure. Nothing has ever been like this.”

He liked hearing her admit that, and saw more in her eyes than he thought she probably knew showed there. He nodded, took her fidgety hands back in his as she went on.

“And then there is the fact that we really don’t know each other, not really. I don’t know much about you, really, except your job, the bits and pieces I picked up online, and what you have told me since I’ve been here, which really hasn’t been much.”

He frowned at that; she was right. They hadn’t spent much time talking about their lives, they were too busy reacting to circumstances. They hadn’t really dated, there was nothing traditional about their relationship. Her voice lowered, but she continued.

“And I…I do want you. I have never felt like this before—physically—with anyone. But I don’t know what else we have, and if it is just the circumstances, you know…”

He angled his head, prompting her to continue, and she took a deep breath, plunging forth.

“Just our situation. I mean, it’s human—you’re human. You have been so good to help me, but it’s like we are in a movie—this isn’t real, an evil stalker and a handsome hero who saves the damsel in distress—it’s like playing a game.”

He shook his head adamantly.

“I’m not playing games with you, Raine—not now—and what we just shared was very, very real. It’s all been real.”

“Well, yes, in one sense…”

“No, in
every
sense. I agree with you that we met under odd circumstances, and that we haven’t had time to get to know each other like couples usually do. But that doesn’t mean that what we have isn’t real. It’s real, Rainey. Trust me.”

She stood up again, her uncertainty wrapping around her like an old robe. It was familiar, and kept her safe. It kept her from risking too much.

“I do trust you, in a way—but how can I know what will happen next, if you will still feel this way once the danger and drama are over with? Or how can you know that anything you feel is more than that? You may just feel sorry for me…now that you know about my background, and my problems in bed.” The color in her face burned and she looked away, trying to hide from the heavy burden of self-consciousness that she carried. He stood, crossing the distance between them quickly, turning her to him.