Forbidden Fire (9 page)

“Luke, I can’t do this,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “Fuck my cock.”

He could see his crudity embarrassed her, but it also got her hotter. She was so wet he slid easily as she lifted herself on him and then let herself go, crashing down, letting him fill her.

She was so tight it had to be slightly uncomfortable for her, but she seemed to go for that bit of hurt spicing her pleasure.

But suddenly she froze. “We didn’t use anything again.”

The first time had been so unplanned, but he’d always used protection, and Sian… God knew how long since she’d got any.

Fuck it. “I wouldn’t mind making you pregnant.”

“
What?
” Again he’d managed to shock the shit out of her. Somehow it was hot to do that while she was taking him, all of him deeply buried inside her.

“I wanted to the first time. You said you were on something…”

“I take birth control pills to stay regular,” she muttered. He could tell she didn’t have this kind of intimate conversation often. But he was her lover now, damn it. And they would talk about this.

“You don’t get your period that often.”

“Oh my God!”

He had to laugh, she looked so mortified.

“Come on, it’s the twenty-first century, honey. And I do live with you.”

She wouldn’t meet his gaze, bashful again. “I worked it out, I don’t have to have it often.”

He nodded. “That’s good. Why suffer with it when you don’t have to?” And she had suffered. He’d known what it was that occasionally made her grouchy and sore, not that he’d been stupid enough to say anything. He’d given her back rubs on the guise that she’d had long days and he’d known she was hurting when she’d allowed him to do it. “But if nature happens, if I knock you up, would you mind my baby?”

“No.” The answer was automatic, from the heart.

And Jesus, did it turn him on. He made a silent vow that whenever he was inside her he’d work on that, on making her pregnant. He knew she wanted kids and why not? They had this big empty house. They both ached for family. And if he made her pregnant it was another shackle on her, another way of keeping her his.

He lifted her off him.

“Luke!”

She sounded desperate.

“Easy, honey.” He positioned her in front of the stool, bent her over and widened her legs with one of his. “Hold onto the stool.”

“What are you—”

He thrust inside her, taking her from behind. Nothing gentlemanly about this.

“This is your little stepbrother doing you and you love it,” he whispered.

“Oh, Luke…” He heard regret and a little bit of shame in her tone. She was still ashamed that she’d let him do her. It hurt, hearing that, so he took her hips and battered into her, her succulence making juicy sounds as he fucked.

“Stop me if you don’t want it,” he taunted her.

“You know…I can’t,” she gasped. Her pussy tried to grip him, milking him as he ploughed her.

“That’s because you’re my whore,” he whispered, his own pain making him want to hurt her. “Because you agreed to give this to me once a day.”

If he expected her to back down at his harshness, he’d forgotten her spine. “I like giving you this once a day.”

But her tone was stifled.

That didn’t stop her from receiving him, all of him as he buried himself in her again and again.

He smacked one butt cheek and she cried out, clenching on him, coming as a red hand print bloomed deliciously on her ass.

He shoved deep, the stool falling away so they were working against the counter.

Everything he was, all his frustrated love, spilled into her.

“Luke…”

And suddenly he felt like Cinderfella after midnight. He pulled out, tugged up his shorts.

He was seeping out of her body. Her hand went to her thigh as if to stop it.

He lifted her onto his lap, his throat tight. “Don’t. Let it stay in there a while.”

He expected her to argue with him, to want to talk this out. He knew it was crazy, this need to make her pregnant. It was unlikely with her taking something.

But she only sagged against him, her cheek pressed to his neck.

Family. She was his family. And he was desperate to keep her any way he could.

Chapter Nine

Sian felt self-conscious huddled in Luke’s lap. And wonderful. And terrified.

Their post-sex record was disastrous.

The first time she’d run away and locked herself in her room.

The second time they’d almost been interrupted by his best friend—who seemed to have it in for her.

But for right now, she loved listening to Luke’s heart beating, loved this closeness. She was hungry for it, as much as she had been for the sex. As her hand ran over his shoulder, she was conscious again that he was younger than she was.

“It don’t matter a damn,” he said, as if he were reading her mind.

“Of course it does. When I’m forty, you’ll be—”

“You’ll be hot and so will I.”

“Luke…” She had to go shower. She’d lost her mind and jumped on a whole new crazy train with the let’s-get-pregnant thing. What the hell?

“It’s hormonal.”

“My current insanity?”

“Did you or did you not talk to me once about artificial insemination?”

Sian swallowed. Okay, yes, she’d told him she thought she might try to have a baby one day if she didn’t find someone. And yes, as the years went by, the ‘someone special’ had narrowed down to Luke. Even with her compulsive dating, she still spent most of her time with him. She enjoyed being with him more than her dates.

“We shouldn’t do this on a whim.”

“Sian—”

“What if we screw up our…friendship, for lack of a better word? And then I get pregnant. How does that work?”

Luke’s jaw was tight. “We don’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know us.”

“Our parents were disasters in the marriage department.”

“Until they hooked up with each other.”

She pushed her hair back. “They weren’t very good parents once they hooked up.”

“We will be.”

“Luke…”

“As much as I know you enjoy torturing yourself after we do the deed, my thigh’s numbing out.” He lifted her gently off his lap and she felt cold and sticky and stupid.

“I need to shower.”

“Sian, damn it, wait—”

She was in the hallway when he swept her off her feet.

“Our bargain.”

“Screw the bargain.” He didn’t say anything more and Sian was afraid to. When had talking to him become so complicated?

He kicked open his bedroom door and strode into the en suite, putting her down onto the bathroom mat. She would’ve removed her top, but he was already on it, brushing away her fingers. “You’re cold as ice. Fuck.”

“I’m just a little—”

“Try shocky.”

“Am not.”

“Don’t argue with a medical professional.” He switched on the water as she sat in her bra, feeling somehow ridiculous. She didn’t have time to think about that, as a second later he made an impatient sound and turned her around so he could unhook it. The bra sailed to the floor where her top lay. His T-shirt and shorts were off in a shot before he herded her into the shower.

“Ouch, too hot!”

“It’s more than the room temperature you prefer. Stop being such a baby.”

She tried not to look at the hard, tanned body that had everyone at work panting.

“You’re crowding me.”

“Tough. You need it.” He took some liquid soap in his hands and cupped her between her legs.

“Oh my God!” She was shocked at this sudden intimacy, even though they’d just had sex.

“I’m going to touch you a lot,” Luke said. “Get used to it.”

“I’m a very private person. I need my space.”

“You can have as much space as you like when I’m not touching you.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Sure it does.”

“You give a lot of orders for a younger man.”

“You never minded so much before.” It was true. She deferred to Luke on a lot of things. Like the time she’d needed a new counter in Coffee Dreams and when they’d had to reinforce the eroding beach below the house.

She studied him, seeing the hawkish planes of his face, the bones as stark and primitive as a Cubist painting under the fall of water, the bright shower spotlight.

“You know, some older women like being cougars. Like the world knowing they’re so sexy they can attract—and keep—a man with a young sex drive happy.”

“I’m not really the cougar type.”

“You’re my cougar.”

“Cut it out.” She tossed a sponge at him.

“Now you’ve done it.”

They were playing like they were in the pool. Water splashing, Luke gripping her, using his strength to win while she tried to tickle under his armpits. But now they weren’t kids. Now it wasn’t innocent as she became absorbed in how her slick body felt against his.

When she felt his erection brush her stomach, she inhaled sharply.

Luke didn’t let her go, just looked at her soberly as the water continued to fall on them. She knew if she made an issue about the one time a day rule, he’d let her go.

When she didn’t say anything, Luke lifted her, so incredibly strong. She felt small and almost frail in his arms.

He pushed her against the tiles and she hissed at the sudden chill against her back and then hissed again as he impaled her. Oh, he was so… Oh…

“Take it.” His voice was a plea, a demand. Now he looked younger, in need of her.

She couldn’t stop herself from twisting a hand in his hair. Her back slid up the tiles as he thrust, fell as his hips flexed. His heart was pounding against hers, his eyes locked with hers as if holding her in this moment.

She dropped her gaze, unable to bear the intensity.

“No, you’re with me. I’m inside you,” Luke growled.

He felt big and brutally male. He was raw fantasy come to life, making her fingers scrabble against tile and then he whispered, “Dig them in me. I want your marks on my skin.”

Tentatively she put her hands on his wet shoulders, tried to hold on.

“Bumpy ride.” He put her ass on the edge of the protruding marble shelf. “Brace yourself.”

“Ohhh, uh, uh!” The sounds coming from her were guttural as he took and claimed, as he held her still while he hammered inside. He fucked her and then pulled out, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it over her swollen sex, using it like a sex toy to please her.

Jesus, just watching him do that was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen, this young, beautiful man, this forbidden man, pleasuring her…

“Take it, use it on you.” He put her hand on his penis and she stroked herself with the fat bulb, moaning as her body tightened, exploded while he crushed her, his semen jetting out, warm as the falling water.

And then there was only the steam and their frantic breathing. She couldn’t look at him. What would she say? They had established a bizarre set of rules for the sex, but now they’d jumped the line yet again.

Luke lifted her off the shelf and placed her under the water. His hands moved freely over her, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples, her back to his front. He used soap on her hair, caressing her with long, luxuriant strokes between her legs before he pushed her gently to the side so he could matter-of-factly scrub himself, staring at her as his body slowly hardened again in one soapy fist.

She swallowed.

If she didn’t leave, he would take her again.

His blue-flame eyes heavy lidded, face soft with his recent release, Luke cut off the water. “You’re not leaving my bedroom tonight,” he said, voice soft, almost a threat.

Just like that, the slow heat building inside made her wet again, even though she was achy from taking him twice.

She reached for a towel, but he shook his head. “I’ll do it.”

It was heaven to have him touching her, dabbing moisture carefully from her shoulders, her lower back, between her breasts. It felt as significant as some kind of ceremony between them. Her throat tightened so she couldn’t speak, just move from side to side so she could be dried and buffed like a work of art.

He ignored himself, his body still beaded with moisture that evaporated in the air-conditioned space. Sian couldn’t stop her gaze from going to his lower belly, his left hip with the scar that she knew he’d got fighting a summer wildfire, and the heavy sex that rose blatantly towards the ceiling.

“You do yoga before bed, right?”

Startled, she looked at his face, blushing because it was obvious where her attention had been focused. She nodded.

“So we’ll do that next. We can…” They left the bathroom and hesitated in his spartan bedroom. He didn’t have much, just a guitar and bookshelves. Luke always said Sian did the collecting for the both of them. “Use this space?”