Ain't Misbehaving (3 page)

“What’s wrong with a rugby player or a doctor? A builder, or a mechanic like me?”

“I need someone smart and educated. I don’t want my children to go through the same nightmares I did.” Oops, that wasn’t very tactful. She hoped he wouldn’t turn sulky and stop.

“But you’re okay now.” His fingers crept down to cup the weight of her free breast. “You have qualifications. You have a job you like at the lawyers.”

Relief hit when he ignored her slur against mechanics. “I had to work hard to get where I am. I don’t want my children to fight the same war. I want them to enjoy their childhood.”

He grunted in reply, and she wondered if she’d offended him after all. But he didn’t halt his attentions. The damp trail left by his tongue neared her nipple. A groan built deep inside her chest. She desperately needed his hot, wet mouth surrounding her tip. Craved the heat of his mouth. A shudder ripped through her when suddenly it happened. The lazy stroke of his tongue pressed her nipple against the roof of his mouth. A sigh of pleasure, almost a purr, rumbled from her. Rhythmic stroking of the turgid peak gave way to gentle suction.

“Oh heck.” She felt the pull between her legs. “Do that again.”

The suction increased, as did the tug of pleasure in her pussy. Her folds were damp, and when she shifted, aching for his possession, cool air let her appreciate how moist and puffy her sex had become. She ached for the smooth thrust of his cock.

“It’s gonna get better, baby. Just wait and see.”

“Please.” Oh, she hoped so.

Justin tugged on the pearls and they tightened around her breast, ramping up the sensation. At the same time he tugged on her other nipple, surprising her because she hadn’t expected it. A sharp tug that veered toward pain. Her body arched, hips canting upward, seeking him to fill the emptiness in her throbbing pussy.

“You like that.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Maybe the pearls are good for something after all.”

“There is more.”

“Oh?”

He loosened the pearls and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, cupping the weight of her breast and teasing her until she twisted and squirmed. Justin didn’t seem in any hurry, content to drive her to the point of madness. He concentrated solely on her, making Pearl feel treasured. Special.

The phone rang at the far end of the house but Justin ignored the summons.

“Aren’t you going to get that?”

“Nope, the answer phone will pick up. Besides, it’s probably one of my brothers or my mum. They’ll ring back.” And he continued, picking up where he’d left off, tugging and sucking her nipple, kneading her breasts.

Shock raced through Pearl along with intense arousal from Justin’s kissing and petting. He’d ignored the phone in favor of her. Andrew wouldn’t have done that. In fact, once he’d answered his cell phone and talked to a customer with his dick spearing her pussy. He’d talked business and it had kept him hard for the length of the half-hour phone call, working him better than she ever could with her hands or mouth. And Andrew hadn’t been the first of her lovers who had put his life, his business before her needs. She’d come to expect second place.

Emotion prickled through her and she hurriedly closed her eyes to prevent the misting running over into tears. Justin never hesitated to put her first. She’d always enjoyed spending time with him, but it seemed she was learning more about herself as well as him. In the past she’d settled, equating money with security, but the way Justin focused on her made her realize she’d missed out.

He did something special, combining fingers and mouth, and a low moan escaped. Her eyes popped open at the sharp vibration in her pussy. Something else new.

“You like that, sweetheart?” His gray eyes glittered while a small smile played on his lips.

She nodded frantically, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.

“I love the little sounds you make.” His eyes met hers. “Don’t ever be afraid to tell me if there’s something you need.”

Pearl couldn’t help but laugh because she knew he meant his statement. His sincerity blazed in his face. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. “But I get the feeling you’re on a schedule here—one you’re not sharing with me.”

“Seduction, babe. That’s my schedule.”

She bit back a groan when he pinched her nipple and sucked the other one at the same time. So good. “You’re doing an excellent job.” The breathy note in her voice told the truth. This was the best damn seduction she’d ever participated in and they hadn’t arrived at the good stuff yet.

Chapter Two

“That’s what I like to hear.” His tongue swirled around her nipple, giving it a slight tug while his blunt fingers traced the gaps of skin showing between the pearls. Gradually he unwrapped her breast until the string dangled down over her rib cage. They were smooth and warm and Pearl started to change her mind about the jewel she took her name from. Maybe she could actually use the three strings of pearls she had at home after all.

“Justin,” she whispered, his name not much more than a panted groan. He was destroying her with his touching, spoiling her for any other man.

A jolt of pain speared through her heart at the thought, the idea of searching for another lover. The careful research to find the perfect rich man to suit her needs. The negotiation. The familiar prickling behind her eyes started and she snapped them closed, holding the pain inside to concentrate on Justin. She owed him that, her undivided attention because tonight he’d gifted her with something beyond compare. Her self-respect and the knowledge of what she was doing to herself.

“I wish I could touch you.”

He lifted his head, concern darkening his gaze. “Are your arms hurting?”

“No, but I’d like to touch and explore your body.”

“I’m boss,” he said. “So I get to touch first.” The cotton duvet cover crinkled when he shifted his weight. He nibbled at the delicate skin of her neck just below her ear, his lips warm and tender. She felt a scrape of teeth and turned her head, giving him better access. He sucked a little harder and she moaned her pleasure, writhing against him in a silent demand for more. “You like being touched,” he observed when he finally lifted his head.

“Yes.” She hadn’t realized how starved her senses had been, how much she needed touch with her loving. And his scent. It was like a powerful aphrodisiac. She’d never smell lemons again without thinking of Justin.

Justin levered away from her body, but he still touched and caressed her with his gaze. “I know exactly what you’d like.” He stood to prowl around the bed, his footsteps muted by the thick oatmeal-colored carpet. A drawer opened, a glass bottle clinked. “Perfect,” he said. The drawer shut and he returned, tossing the pearls aside.

Pearl eyed the bottle and wondered what he had in mind.

“Massage oil,” he said. “When I hurt my shoulder playing rugby two years ago I had massage therapy. I enjoyed it so much I have a regular massage session every month.”

“Am I going to smell like a locker room?” Pearl vaguely remembered him retiring after an injury. To her shame she wished she’d been a better friend but Andrew had needed her for a party. A bachelor party it had turned out, and she’d been his present to the prospective groom. Heck, she’d told him no at the time. She should have kicked him out of her life then, but stupidly she’d thought she still had a shot at becoming Mrs. Dickins.

Justin grinned and unscrewed the cap on the bottle. He waved it in front of her nose. “Smell like a locker room to you?”

“No, it smells floral, but it’s not girlie.”

“It’s a combination of ylang ylang and patchouli. Are your shoulders okay?”

“Yes.” She melted at his care and concern, her heart twisting with a strange sort of pain she had trouble explaining. “But I’d still like to touch you in return.”

“Later. I promise.” Justin poured some oil into his hand and slowly rubbed his palms together, warming the fragrant oil to body temperature. Immediately the spicy floral scent surrounded her. He smoothed the oil over her shoulders, her upper arms, stroking and feathering her flesh, kneading her body until she relaxed. He rubbed oil over her breasts and dribbled a little over her rib cage and lower belly.

Pearl huffed out a breath containing relief and a hint of excitement. At last. He intended to head south. “The longer you keep me cuffed, the more I’ll torture you. You do realize this?”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured.” Amusement colored his voice and he didn’t sound worried or angry. “Part your legs for me.”

Feeling suddenly vulnerable, Pearl had to force herself to follow his instruction, and he seemed to realize because he kept his movements slow and easy, his gaze on her face radiating encouragement.

“That’s right. Just like that.” He moved between her legs and leaned over to press a kiss on the curve of her belly. Grinning, he returned to his stroking and kneading, smoothing the oil into her skin and pushing her arousal slowly back up again. When he set the bottle of oil aside for the final time, Pearl couldn’t wait to discover what Justin intended to do next.

“Shoulders still okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “Surprisingly, but the length of torture is clicking higher. You’ll suffer for a long time.”

He chuckled at her warning. “Then it’s time to move on.”

“Oh goodie,” she said, her heart jitterbugging as she wondered just what they’d move on to next. With Andrew it would have been a condom, a perfunctory kiss or two, a couple of hard thrusts and he’d be off home. With Justin she had no idea and that excited her.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun for both of us.” He kissed her stomach, rimmed her belly button with his tongue then trailed his kisses lower until his chin rested on her mound.

Just a little bit farther, Justin. Please. A bit lower.

“Part your legs more. Yeah, like that.” His voice came out low and smoky, so sexy it sent shimmers of pure lust snaking down her spine.

He raised her butt, sliding his hands beneath and lifting her for his pleasure. A kiss landed on her inner thigh and she tingled, acutely aware of the way her body was desperate for him. Instead of hurrying this seduction along, he continued to kiss and pet her, gradually moving closer to where she craved his touch. Once again her eyes drifted shut to better concentrate on the sensations. A quiver racked her as she felt his mouth brush her folds. Close, but not quite there.

“Justin.”

He merely laughed at the complaint in her voice, the puffs of warm air against her swollen flesh making her squirm. Oh boy. The extra sensitivity she’d achieved with the waxing was worth all the discomfort. Before she could add her demands, he finally touched her, trailing a finger the length of her slit.

“Yes, more of that,” Pearl said faintly, her breathing ragged while she reached for pleasure, the prickling of orgasm just shimmering beyond her reach.

Justin used his mouth the next time and she thought she might die…of mortification. She shattered, exploding into a climax so intense it was like an out-of-body experience. When she finally came back to herself, her pulse rate galloped and she couldn’t look at Justin without wanting to blush…that’s if she could color a deeper shade than she had already.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.

“Why?”

“Because I came and you didn’t.”

“Pearl, look at me.” His tone was so insistent she obeyed instantly. “I don’t know what sort of bullshit your previous lovers have dished out, but that will be the first of many climaxes. Tonight is all about pleasure. For both of us.”

“I…Andrew only liked us to come together.” The first? She gulped, her pussy spasming at the thought.

Justin snorted. “What did you do? Fake it?”

“How did you guess?”

“Because it’s rare for a man and woman to orgasm together. It’s a myth about simultaneous orgasm being the only way to go. There’s a hell of a lot of pleasure between A and B, baby.”

Really? And he wanted to show her. Hope and wonder bloomed inside. “Show me,” she whispered, thinking good sex would be a delightful treat, something to savor later.

“Oh, I intend to, but right now I’m going to taste you and see if I can push you a bit harder.”

Another climax. More pleasure. God, was it possible? Already tonight he’d gifted her with more insights, more truth than she’d ever known. Was it possible those characters in her romance novels were fact-based?

“Um, okay.” It sounded like a win-win situation to her. Her entire body trembled while she waited for his next move. What had he said? He intended to taste her. No sooner had she formed the thought than he settled in, dragged his tongue across her clit. A delicious tickle of heat engulfed her. She fought a whimper, unraveling with his talented touch. Then he moved, lifting his head and shifting away. She almost cried, a soft sound escaping before she could stop it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Patience.” He stood and grabbed the pearl necklace from where he’d put it on the bedside dresser. His eyes blazed bright and full of purpose. He smoothed a strand of blonde hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear. “No way do I intend to stop.”

Something in his tone told her he meant to keep his word. In the past—heck yesterday—she would have walked away, never considered letting him near her naked body, never considered letting him see the extent of her nerves, never considered relinquishing control.

Now she felt as if she unraveled with his every touch.

“By the end of tonight you’ll like pearls,” he purred in her ear.

With a devilish smile curving his lips, he trailed the necklace down her body, through her cleavage, over her rib cage and skimmed one hip. He moved slower when he approached her mound, sinking to the bed between her legs. The dark stubble on his jaw brushed against her inner thigh, creating exquisite friction. A sigh emerged from deep in her throat and a liquid roll of desire pulled at her when Justin pushed and tugged the pearls down her slit. The necklace was cool, a contrast to her heated juices and flesh.

“God, you look so sexy, like a wanton angel.”

“Is that good?”

“Very good.” His tongue followed the path of the necklace, pushing the pink-tinged beads against her sensitive flesh, brushing her clit alternatively soft and hard.