Blazing Bedtime Stories, Volume III Page 14

  “More,” she breathed against his talented mouth.

  Golden Boy that he was, he gave her more. His fingers tweaked and tormented her nipple. His other hand swept lower, brushing the curls pressed against his belly. Jordan hated to leave the delicious pressure the hard plane of his stomach offered, but she needed more. She had to have what his fingers promised.

  Then he moved again, lifting her just a smidge higher, and pulled his mouth from hers. Jordan couldn’t stop her moan of protest. Frowning, she opened her eyes to see the wicked grin on his face before he dipped his head and took her achingly turgid nipple into his mouth.

  Unable to look away, Jordan watched his tongue slip out, lapping and circling the pale pink bud. Seeing him only added to the incredible sensations he was evoking in her body. Her breathing sped up, her heart raced. His eyes held hers, the golden green depths mesmerizingly sexy as he refused, just with the power of his gaze, to let her look away. To do anything but fully participate in the pleasure he was giving her.

  A part of her wanted to hide, to close her eyes and disengage her brain. Because even though this was exactly what she’d wanted when she’d slicked her body with oil and wrapped up in that little towel, having it scared her.

  Magic, once experienced, meant she’d never be the same. And Sebastian’s talent was purely magical.

  But she couldn’t stop, couldn’t turn away from the ecstasy he offered. She’d asked for this, dammit. And she was going to enjoy every single, solitary element of it.

  Free from the fear now, she held his eyes as she released one of his shoulders. Needing to hold the other to keep from floating away, she lifted her free hand to his face, tracing the stubble-roughed edge of his jaw before smoothing her fingers along his cheekbone then into his thick, silky hair. She pressed gently against the back of his head, silently letting him know she wanted more. More pleasure, more pressure.

  She saw the straight, white edge of his teeth before she felt them scrape along her flesh. She watched him watch her, knowing her pleasure was clear in the flush heating her chest, the heavy-lidded delight in her eyes.

  So focused was she on his mouth, on the powerful delight he was stirring as he teased her breasts, she barely noticed his other hand. Until he touched her.

  Jordan’s entire body went stiff. Her mind, unable to take the intense overload to her senses, went blank. Her eyes closed. Her head fell back.

  Every single cell in her body was focused on the pleasure he was offering. His mouth sucked the stiff peak of one breast into the hot, wet paradise of his mouth. His hand combed through her curls to part her throbbing lips, tracing a finger along her aching, swollen clitoris. Her hips moved in a rhythm of their own now. Her breath shuddered through her lungs as her fingers clutched, kneaded, his rock-hard biceps.

  Panting, she bit her lip to hold back her cries of bliss. His teeth nipped, his fingers swirled. Her mind was blown. Oh, God, he was good.

  Then, moving so fast she couldn’t stop her scream of shock, he grasped her waist and lifted, spinning her so her back was against the wall of the hot tub and he was facing her.

  Eyes huge, Jordan quickly let go of his arms to brace her elbows on the border of the deck so she didn’t slide into the water.

  “What—”

  He grinned. A wicked, sexually confident smile that said he knew exactly how far onto the edge of crazy he’d pushed her and he was about to send her flying off the other side.

  She smiled back, reaching out to wrap her hand around the back of his neck to pull him close. She needed a kiss. And for once, she was sure that she’d get what she needed.

  Lips melded together in glorious longing, tongues sliding in a slower dance this time. A dance that promised fulfillment, that swore the ultimate pleasure.

  He shifted away. Jordan made a sound of protest. Then, in another of those swift, shocking moves, Sebastian reached down to grip her thighs, lifting them out of the water.

  “Hold tight,” he warned as he lowered that gorgeous chest into the heated bubbles, anchoring her legs over his shoulders.

  Jordan’s gasp rang out, drowning out the cricket serenade and echoing through the night air. She splayed her arms to grab the sides of the hot tub. Water sloshed, warm and bitter with the scent of chlorine. Teetering between crazy turned-on and shocked, she did the only thing possible. She laughed.

  “Gonna drown me?” she teased.

  “Oh, no,” he returned, his voice husky and low. “I’ve got plans for you, princess.”

  For the first time in her life, that nickname didn’t bother Jordan. It made her feel special, beautiful. Desired.

  Wanted, even. She swallowed, pressing her lips tight together to hold back the ridiculously overdramatic urge to sob. Her flimsy reasons for luring him here, the silly idea of using him to prove something, fled.

  Her heart tripped, but she righted it with a fast reminder that as incredible as he might make her feel, both emotionally and physically, she was the only one with anything on the table. Or on his shoulders, as the case was. Any silly emotions were hers to have and to hide. To do anything else would be unfair to Sebastian.

  Completely unaware of the emotional onslaught threatening to drown the flames of passion he’d stirred, Sebastian grinned and slid his hands up the muscles of her wet calves to her thighs, where his fingers tickled a path inward.

  He shifted, and with a shrug of his shoulders spread her legs wider, offering an unlimited view of the wet, swollen proof of her desire.

  His eyes clouded, a brief look of almost pain flashing across his handsome face. Then, his gaze meeting hers, he offered the sweetest sexy smile she’d ever seen.

  “C’mere,” he murmured, “I’m starving for you.”

  SEBASTIAN REVELED in the glorious sight of Jordan’s body, spread wide and glistening, waiting for him. God, she was beautiful. So responsive, so real. She was the sweetest thing in the world.

  But how sweet? Sebastian had to know.Mouth watering for a taste, his muscles clenched as he slid deeper into the water. With her ankles resting on his shoulders, Jordan lowered too, so she was floating on the surface, bubbling water frothing around her alabaster limbs.

  “Sebastian—”

  “Shh,” he interrupted. He knew it was crazy. Knew what was at risk. What he couldn’t have in the end. But he wanted this moment. To feel it, to experience it fully. There was something magical about the sight of Jordan, her hair all damp and tousled around her beautiful face. Her lips parted, swollen from his kisses. Her eyes glazed with passion.

  And her body. His eyes cruised the length of her glorious form, shown to perfection by her vulnerable position. He’d always known she had a hot little body on her. But, oh, man. She was better than even he’d dreamed. And when it came to Jordan Olliver, he’d dreamed a whole hell of a lot.

  And now he was going to make the hottest of those dreams come true.

  His dick throbbed with excitement, almost painful in its intensity. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be using it, it was all he could do not to reach down and pat it in sympathy. His dick had paid private homage to Jordan many a time in his dreams, so he knew how hard—no pun intended—this was.

  Concentrating like an artist with his muse, Sebastian traced a delicate line from the inside of Jordan’s knee to the glistening temptation between her thighs.

  Her eyes flashed with something. Nerves? He wasn’t—they closed too fast. Knowing this was all he was going to get, though, he needed that connection. So he pulled his finger away from her juicy womanhood and waited. Slowly, reluctantly, her lush lashes lifted and she met his eyes.

  From the tiny crease in her brow, she’d got the message. Smart girl. Her brains were damned near as sexy as her body.

  His gaze locked on hers, Sebastian ran one long finger over her swollen bud. She hissed out a breath, her eyes going soft with passion.

  Color washed over cheeks, barely visible in the night shadows. He didn’t know if it was embarrassment or excitement.
Either way, it only added to her beauty. It only made him want more.

  He traced his finger up, down. Her breasts rose and fell. He swirled one finger, then two, just teasing. Her hips lifted, as if begging for more.

  Never a man to refuse a lady, he gave her what she was asking for. Intense pleasure. Fingers swirled. In, out, around. Her hips began that slow, undulating mating dance, calling to his very core.

  He breathed deeply, the scent of her filling his senses. Enticing, alluring, amazing. He tasted, just the smallest flick of his tongue.

  Oh, God. Delicious. He was hit by an overwhelming wave of desire. So strong, if he’d been standing it would’ve knocked his feet right out from under him.

  His tongue slid enticingly along her lips, then he pulled back just an inch and blew on the pouting flesh. She gasped. Needing to send her higher, he reached up with one hand to flick a berrylike nipple, its pink, puckered flesh hardening even more at his touch.

  His eyes met hers again, his mouth still feasting, his finger dancing over her breast. Her eyes were midnight dark, passion pooling in her heavy-lidded gaze. There was a trust, almost innocent, in those eyes that tugged at Sebastian’s heart.

  But it was the sight of her body, spread out here for his questing pleasure, that drowned out any crazy emotional thoughts. He wanted her. He needed her. He was getting all he could get out of her. He had to.

  Voracious now, he gave in to his insatiable hunger for her. His fingers worked, sending her higher as he tasted the evidence that she liked his technique. Her hips were moving faster, pressing, circling.

  Her head fell back against the deck, so all he could see was the long line of her throat and the sharp jut of her chin. But he could see her pulse pounding, fast and furious, against that delicate white flesh.

  Sebastian intensified his ministrations. His tongue swirled, then, fingers strumming her breasts like fine instruments, he sucked the heated nub between his teeth and gently nipped.

  Jordan’s gasp pierced the night.

  Pleasure surged through him at the escalating sound of her panting moans. Her body clenched, legs tight against the sides of his neck, her thighs quivering. The moonlight shimmered beams of light over the pebbled perfection of her breasts, shaking with her rapid breaths.

  As if it was his own climax, he felt the desperate driving need for release. She had to come. She was so close, right there on the edge. In that moment, the most important thing in his world was sending her over to the other side.

  He kicked his efforts up another notch. Tongue, teeth and fingers all worked desperately, driving her higher. Faster.

  Then it happened. Her back arched, her moans becoming a keening cry of exultation. Sebastian’s groan joined hers as he slipped back a little, resting his cheek against the smooth, cool flesh of her inner thigh. His fingers downshifted from enticing to soothing, gently guiding her back down from that very gratifying pinnacle of pleasure.

  He noted that his hand was shaking and was grateful that his ass was resting on the seat of the hot tub, otherwise he’d probably collapse.

  God, had he ever experienced anything so incredible? So powerful?

  So freaking emotional?

  Sebastian closed his eyes and breathed in Jordan’s musky scent, forcing himself to concentrate on the feel of the hot water eddying around him. Counting backward from thirty, he finally leveled his own pulse and was able to take stock of his body.

  Heart racing? Check.

  Brow damp with sweat? Check.

  Muscles clenched in anticipation? Check.

  Dick limp as a wet noodle? Check, dammit.

  But even as he uttered his now familiar curse, he couldn’t find the anger to support it.

  His eyes still closed, head resting against her thigh, he felt Jordan move. Her long, satisfied moan echoed over the water, filling his ego with pride. She stretched, slow and sinuous.

  Then she almost killed him. With a soft purr, she rested a gentle hand on the side of his face. A whisper of a caress said more than all the words he’d ever written.

  It said thank you. Beautiful. Wow.

  All that, and more.

  His heart, something he’d never been sure he had, swelled. Without conscious volition, he grinned, big and goofy, and pressed a kiss to her thigh.

  Limp dick aside, damned if he didn’t feel great.

  Not that he was about to thank that witch who’d cursed him. But Sebastian could secretly admit that this had been, hands down, the most intense, powerful sexual encounter of his life.

  Which was even more terrifying than the idea of his dick never manning up to do its damned job again.

  6

  DRIFTING IN THAT LOVELY place between sleep and waking, Jordan rolled over and wrapped her arms around her pillow with a sigh. God, she felt good. Satisfied. Then she groaned as the sunshine streaming through the bedroom window flashed an unsympathetic wakeup call against her closed eyelids.

  Had it all been a dream?Tugging a pillow over her face in protest, she stretched and yawned her way awake. Limber and deliciously hypersensitive, she was happy to note her body was still feeling the aftereffects of one very impressive orgasm.

  Nope, no dream.

  Mmm. She grinned, pulling the pillow off her face and cuddling it tight in her arms. Yeah. That had been the stuff legends are made of. Sexy, intense and just a smidge selfish. She shook her head in wonder. She, the personification of approval seeking, right down to her blow-job technique, had gloried in a mind-screaming climax.

  All. By. Herself.

  Pure heaven, then, suddenly it was over. Jordan sighed and stared at the ceiling, chastising herself for being ungrateful. But, she’d craved the feeling of his body in hers, of watching him explode with satisfaction. Instead, he’d given her the softest, sweetest kiss. He’d given her a hug and made a joke about rumors not giving him nearly as much credit as he deserved. Then he’d stepped out of the tub, wrapped his gorgeous body in a towel before she’d had even a second to appreciate the sight and offered his hand to help her out.

  Who knew the Golden Boy stud was so unselfish? For the first time, Jordan had looked past his reputation to see the sweet man that he was.

  And fallen just a little in love.

  Scared, she tossed the pillow aside and rolled out of bed. A part of her wanted to hurry downstairs, wanting to see Sebastian again, to find out what he was doing. How he’d look at her. What he’d say.

  If he’d be willing to offer up another orgasm along with breakfast.

  She forced herself to head for the shower. As she washed her hair, though, she remembered the rest of the evening. How, after assisting her from the hot tub, he’d gently wrapped her in a towel. Then with one arm around her still-trembling shoulder, he’d walked her inside, to the foot of the staircase.

  He’d pulled her close. Looked into her eyes, given her that sexy half smile of his, and kissed her on the nose.

  Then, instead of taking her to bed for another round of body-shaking climaxes? He’d patted her ass and sent her upstairs.

  Here, alone under the pounding spray of water, Jordan could admit the truth. If only to herself. For one brief second, she’d worried. She’d wondered. She’d even freaked out a little. Had she done it wrong? Too loud? Too quiet? Too…what? She didn’t know any other way to come, for crying out loud.

  And how ridiculous was it to worry about something like that? It wasn’t as if he’d been rating her blow-job technique. A person couldn’t orgasm wrong.

  Which, she realized as she slowly soaped her body, might be the problem. If she was always reeling in the losers, the total toads, maybe it wasn’t them. Maybe it was her.

  Not that she believed it was her. Not really. Just because a girl had a lousy dating track record and a rotten relationship with her father didn’t mean she had issues with men.

  Although she had to admit, her plan to have wild sex with a coworker for the weekend, with the intention to never do or mention it again once they left the mou
ntain might be little questionable.

  Twenty minutes later, Jordan descended the stairs again. This time, instead of a towel and scented lotion, she was wearing a pair of low-slung jeans and a sheer floral blouse. Totally feminine, a little edgy and definitely sexy. She wondered if Sebastian would like it.

  As she reached the end of the hallway it hit her. The scent of potatoes frying in onions and maybe, she sniffed, a bit of garlic. Oh, baby. Whatever he was making smelled almost as delicious as Sebastian had made her feel the night before.

  Pretending she wasn’t shaking just a little in her jeans, she plastered a breezy smile on her face and stepped into the kitchen. She tried to ignore the nerves fluttering in her stomach as she wondered what he’d say. How he’d look at her. Whether he’d be willing to go another round before breakfast.

  “Morning,” Sebastian said, obviously hearing her entrance since he didn’t turn away from the stove.

  “Hey there,” she replied, heading straight for the coffeepot. She skidded to a halt a foot away and squinted. Empty? How was that possible?

  It was hard not to freak at the idea of having a conversation with the man whose mouth had made her see stars before she’d had her morning coffee. She filled the pot and added grounds. She pressed Start and watched the dark liquid fill her waiting cup, then switched it out with the coffeepot. After, taking a deep sip, she turned to smile at Sebastian.

  Who wasn’t paying her the slightest attention. She gave a deliberate hum of appreciation at the sight of the food he was cooking.

  Nothing. He was still watching his frying pan as if the answer to all the world’s ills would appear in the pattern of potatoes and onions.

  Jordan frowned.

  Maybe she had come wrong.

  “How’d you sleep?” she asked. “Comfy?”

  “Yeah, I slept great,” he said, adding a few dashes of cayenne and paprika to the frying vegetables.

  “Warm enough?”

  He gave an odd little shudder, then nodded. “Yep, it was fine. Plenty comfortable.”