Authors: Crista McHugh
A rebellious jolt of desire shot to her lower pelvis. There was definitely one way he could make her smile. Too bad the pizza guy could walk in on them at any moment.
His grin widened as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. And judging by the hard bulge pressing into her bottom, he was feeling something similar, too. He slid her off his lap to the seat next to him. “But first, I need to prove to you that
The Goonies
is a cinematic masterpiece.”
Chapter Ten
God, it was a night of the most exquisite torture he’d ever known.
Kiana’s soft, sexy laugh.
Her warm curves pressed up against him.
The intoxicating perfume that clung to her skin.
It was enough to have him sweating out the date like he was back in high school and wondering when he should make the move to first base. Or even beyond, if he was lucky.
But every time he thought about touching her, he flashed back on the way she’d cowered on the very same sofa she was calmly sitting on now. Her repeated apologies haunted him. Jesus, what had the bastard done to her? Based on her behavior, her ex must have roughed her up pretty badly for being late for dinner. It was enough to caution him to cool his jets, even though all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and hold her until her fears vanished.
He meant what he said about wanting to make her smile, and based on her relaxed posture and easy grin, he was succeeding. Not in the way he’d intended, but he’d take it.
Thankfully, he’d seen
The Goonies
more times than he could count. That left the evening open to learning all he could about Kiana and how to read her emotions. He spent most of the movie watching her and memorizing every little detail he could. For example, she glanced down when she laughed. She pursed her lips together while twirling a curl around her finger when she seemed to be concentrating on something. And she laced her fingers together and brought them up to her lips when things got tense. All things he filed away for later.
But when the credits starting rolling on the screen, he was paralyzed about what to do next.
“Fair enough, Frank,” she said with another one of those soft laughs that doubled the blood flow to his dick. “That was a fun movie.”
“Told you so.”
“Wait a minute.” She turned toward him, her thighs pressing against his. “I said it was fun. I’m not so sure about it being a cinematic masterpiece.”
“Perhaps we need to watch it again to convince you otherwise.”
For the first time that evening, she looked up when she laughed.
He took that as a sign that she’d finally recovered from her earlier fright, and he leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a seductive rumble. “Or did you have something else in mind?”
Her breath caught, and he silently cursed.
Way to screw it up for being too hot to trot
.
But she didn’t back away. Instead, she stared at him and licked her lips like he was some decadent treat she was dying to devour.
If she’d been any other woman, he’d take that as an invitation to lock his lips with hers until she begged him to fuck her senseless. But since it was Kiana, he forced himself to hold back. Hell, he even refused to touch her. The last thing he wanted to become in her eyes was an oppressive, domineering asshole. He’d put the ball in her court, and he was going to let her decide how far she wanted to go.
He didn’t have to wait long. She closed the gap between them and pressed her full lips to his. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the sweet bliss of her kiss.
But as the kiss grew more demanding, he found himself caught in the agony of desire. He balled his hands into fists, determined not to lay a hand on her without her permission even though the only thing he wanted to do was cradle every delicious curve of her body.
She stopped and pulled away. “Is something wrong?”
He kept his eyes shut because if he even had the slightest of glimpses of her kiss-swollen lips, he’d be in danger of crossing the line. Instead, he merely nodded and tried to ignore the ache in his groin.
“Trying to be a good boy?”
He nodded again.
Shit, this fucking hurt
.
Her breath bathed his ear, increasing the pounding in his dick. “Don’t be.”
And with those two words, she’d given him all the permission he needed. He grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him until her knees straddled his lap. Then he kissed her like he’d wanted to do since the moment he’d seen her in that ridiculously tiny dress. He’d used up all his gentleness for the evening. All he had left was the raw lust pulsating through his veins.
He crushed his lips to hers and didn’t bother pleading with her to open her mouth. Not that he needed to. She readily gave him access to it and met him head on. He likened it to running into a wall of offensive linemen and maneuvering past their defenses to sack the quarterback. Only Kiana wasn’t fighting to hold him back. She was fighting him for dominance.
She bunched the collar of his shirt in her fists while her tongue did all kinds of naughty things to his mouth. He made the mistake of imagining what it would be like if she was doing those things to his dick, and that piece of anatomy grew so hard, it strained against his zipper. A groan rose up from the center of his chest, and he squeezed her ass even harder to keep from losing his mind. “Damn it, Kiana, you have no idea how sexy you are.”
“Right back at ya, Romeo.”
He would’ve been upset that she chose to bring up his nickname if she hadn’t softened the blow by grinding against him in a lap dance that set every nerve below the belt on edge. When she started unbuttoning his shirt, he got the message loud and clear. He’d been given permission to go past first base.
He followed her lead and massaged his way up her back until his hands closed around the zipper holding her dress together. In one fluid motion, he slid it down, and her dress fell down to her waist.
He finally felt brave enough to open his eyes, and when he did, his breath hitched. The sheer black lace bra gave him more than an eyeful of her perfectly round breasts. He cupped one overflowing mound in his hand and ran his thumb over the dark peak in the center.
Now it was her turn to moan.
He liked the sound of it. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. He wanted to know what she liked and disliked. He wanted to push all the right buttons, just as she had done so far tonight with him. And when neither of them could hold back any longer, he knew the sex would be beyond anything he’d ever experienced before.
Because this time, it would be different. Instead of banging some girl he barely knew, he was holding on to a woman who captivated his mind and his senses outside the bedroom. She was someone he could sleep with and still have a great conversation with the next day. And that heightened the anticipation even more for him.
She shoved his shirt down past his shoulders, jerking his hand away from her breast, but he used her impatience to his advantage. The action brought his lips closer to that tantalizing peak, and he caught it between his teeth.
She dug her nails into his triceps and said his name in a low, husky voice that oozed pure sex.
Yep, something she definitely liked.
He drew her nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, the rough edges of the lace contrasting with the silky skin underneath. She tasted just as delicious as he knew she would. With a few well-practiced maneuvers, he unhooked her bra and tossed it across the room, leaving nothing between his mouth and her.
Her breaths grew ragged, but she made no move to push him away. Instead, she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him there, arching her back to give him full access to her breasts. When he caught a hint of a whimper in her voice, he switched sides and repeated it all over again.
After a few minutes, something shifted in her behavior. Her cries became more desperate, just like the frantic way her hips moved over his lap. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
He released her breast long enough to reply, “In my jacket.”
She caught his cheeks in her hands and kissed him so hard, it seemed to ask what he was waiting for.
He blindly reached for the jacket he’d draped over the side of the sofa earlier, only to find it had been knocked to the floor during their foreplay. A curse flew from his lips as he ended the kiss long enough to retrieve it.
In the meantime, Kiana went to work on his belt, whipping it off in a matter of seconds. Her eagerness matched his own, but when she wrapped her hands around his dick, he lost all coherent thoughts.
Holy Mary, mother of God, that felt good
.
He could sit there all day and let her stroke her warm hands up and down the length of his cock.
“Frank?” she asked, ripping him from his fantasies and reminding him of what he had right in front of him “The condom?”
He fumbled for his jacket, his movements as clumsy and frantic as a guy about to get laid for the first time. Another whispered curse escaped. Not the way he wanted her to picture him. He wanted to be smooth, suave, experienced. He wanted to live up to her expectations and carry out his promise of making her come.
His hand closed around the foil packet, and he held it up for her. “Found it.”
“Good.” She snatched it from his hand and ripped open the package. A second later, she had rolled it down his entire length and was tugging his pants past his knees, all while capturing his mouth in the most erotic kiss he’d ever experienced.
Perhaps he should return the favor. He reached up her skirt, expecting to find little lacy panties that matched her bra, only to come in contact with an industrial-strength material that refused to budge. “Shit! How do you get these off?”
“With a crowbar,” she teased.
“Kind of prevents us from going any further, don’t you think?”
That sexy laugh answered him, and she raised her hips. “It’s time you learned the secret of the Spanx.”
She lowered herself onto his lap, and the next thing he knew, he was buried deep inside her.
Damn!
It was even better than he imagined. So hot. So wet. So tight that he was in danger of coming right there. The only thing that held him back was the sheer impossibility of it all. “How?”
“There’s a slit opening.” She rocked back on her hips, sending little waves of pleasure rippling along his dick. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” It was one command he was more than happy to comply with. Especially when being inside her felt this good. And just as her hands and her tongue promised, she knew exactly how to bring him to the edge. Up and down, back and forth, she rode him like a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it.
And he let her. His hands only offered minimum guidance as they rested on her hips, and his lips were far too occupied tasting the skin along her neck and shoulders to say anything else. He wasn’t used to not being in control. With other women, he controlled the tempo. With his last few lays, he’d gone fast and furious, focused on coming as quickly as he could once he’d charmed them into his bed. Then, once he was done, he’d move on to the next woman since none of them held his interest after the hookup.
But he wasn’t in a hurry now. If he could, he’d become an expert in tantric sex just so he could spend as much time buried inside Kiana. As it was, she knew how to draw it out and heighten each sensation until it bordered on pain. But damn, what a sweet way to be tortured.
She pressed her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, and her hips returned to that same frantic pace from earlier. When she said his name, it came out like a plea for help.
And he was more than willing to give it to her if it meant sending her over the edge. He’d promised to make her come, and damn it, he refused to disappoint her.
He tightened his hold on her hips, taking over the rhythm. The long, fluid strokes turned into sharp jabs that produced equally sharp cries from her. The expression on her face, though, hardly spoke of pain. The tense line of her mouth, the flare of her nostrils, the heat in her eyes—they all belonged to a woman so close to orgasm that she was waiting for the moment when he hit the spot that sent her over the edge.
If only he wasn’t so close to the edge himself. She was so fucking beautiful, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Combined with the way her inner walls tightened around his dick with every stroke, he was breaking out in a sweat just from holding back. His balls ached from the intensity of it all, and just when he thought he was done for, she cried out his name once more and tensed in his arms. She squeezed around him as he gave her one final thrust and followed her into the reckless abandon of ecstasy.
His senses blurred, and the only thing he was aware of was the pulsating pleasure that rolled through him. Damn, that felt so good. Too good. If he didn’t know any better, Kiana and her Spanx had ruined him. He’d never imagined sex through a slit in granny panties would be so fucking amazing.
But as the world came back into focus, he discovered one of them was trembling. At first, he thought it was her, but much to his shock, it was him. His body shook from the intensity of the aftershock still radiating through him. He pressed his forehead against hers and struggled to catch his breath. “Never take those panties off. Ever.”