A Million Dirty Secrets (20 page)

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you now, Delaine,” he warned with his lips hovering over mine. His breaths were my breaths and I tilted my chin to kiss him, but he pulled out of reach. He let his lips ghost over mine as he finished torturing me. “If I hurt you, tell me, and I might stop.”

“Bring it on,” I said with narrowed eyes, then leaned my head forward and bit his bottom lip.

Noah growled and smashed his lips against mine. I could taste a slight hint of blood, and I knew it was his. It drove me insane with want, so I sucked on his lip, provoking him further. He pulled out of me quickly and then pushed back in a little slower, but it was enough to draw my attention away from his lip. I dropped my head back and arched as he withdrew again and pushed back in harder.

When I looked back at him, I could see the cut and trickle of blood on his mouth. I licked my bottom lip, wanting to taste
him again. It was sick, I know, but if you’d ever tasted Noah Crawford, you’d understand why I was jonesing for more.

“I’m supposed to be the vampire, Delaine. Not you,” he reminded me with the increased speed and intensity of his thrusts.

I reached for him and managed to get hold of his hair before he could pull away and deny me what I wanted. I pulled and tugged on his thick locks until he finally submitted and let me force a kiss on him again. I went straight for the blood that was pooling on his lip and scooped it up with the tip of my tongue. Without breaking stride in his thrusts, Noah captured my tongue with his before I could bring it back into my mouth to taste him. We fought for dominance over the kiss and the blood, and it was so goddamned, er, Noah-damned erotic that I nearly came right then.

He broke the kiss and looked down at the place where we were joined, and I followed his lead. His jeans were just barely hanging on to the top of his thighs. That coil in the pit of my stomach kept winding tighter and tighter with the image of his cock slamming in and out of me. But, damn it, he was moving so fast and I wanted the sensation to never end. As if reading my mind, he slowed down so that we could both see better. I watched him lick his lips as a bead of sweat trickled down the slope of his nose and dropped onto my abdomen.

“That’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” he asked as he watched me. I looked back down between my legs and was immediately entranced by the sight. “My thick cock fucking your beautiful, wet, tight pussy. I’m going to come all over that pretty little kitty of yours, Delaine.”

He drew in a long breath and then started pumping his hips faster and faster. It wasn’t exactly vamp speed, but it was pretty damn close. Yes, I felt some discomfort, but no, I didn’t care about it at all.

He gave me one of those sexy crooked smiles and then lunged forward with his teeth bared. I felt them graze across the flesh covering the artery in my neck, and then he sucked hard. The illusion that he’d created, a vampire tasting his mistress in the throes of passion, made me feel like I’d been picked up and slammed into an ocean of orgasmic bliss. It hit me so hard that I couldn’t make a sound; I don’t even think I was breathing. My mouth dropped open, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my back arched, and I dug my nails into the skin of Noah’s back to hold him to me.

He slowed his movements and did that unbelievable thing where he rolled his hips with each thrust, causing a delicious friction on my clit. The whole while, he moaned into my neck, and the vibrations from it shot straight to my core. I was sure my body was convulsing at that point, but he kept going. He finally released the skin on my neck and looked down on me with a devilish grin.

“My turn.” He pumped his hips feverishly. Each inward thrust made a smacking sound as skin met skin. I was acutely aware that his efforts were actually moving me back up in the seat, but it didn’t matter. I felt my walls clamp around him again as I was tossed on another wave in that ocean of orgasms.

“Goddamnit,” Noah muttered. And then he dropped my left leg and pulled his cock out of me just before his semen shot out in spurts. It was hot and thick against the smooth
skin of my pussy, and I watched in rapt fascination as he slid his hand back and forth over his length. His chest heaved and his head fell back while a low moan reverberated through his chest.

I wanted to fuck him again, just so that I could see the replay.

When he’d emptied all of his seed, his head fell forward and he looked me in the eye. His pectoral muscles flexed as he inhaled deeply to settle his breathing. He blew out the air in a quick gush and then tilted his head to the side before he leaned forward and gave me a soft, lingering kiss.

“You okay, kitten?” he asked as he cupped my cheek with one hand and swept his thumb over my kiss-swollen lip.

I kissed the pad of his thumb and nodded lazily because that was all I could muster.

He rose to his feet and pulled his pants up enough to keep them from falling around his ankles. When he turned and walked toward the bar, his back dimples smiled at me and the Cooch gave them a coy wave. I guess the little hoochie was thinking of two-timing the Wonder Peen now.

Noah disappeared behind the bar, and I pulled my shirt down. Within seconds, he came back to me, carrying a wet towel.

“One of the many benefits of having a wet bar in the entertainment room,” he said with an amused look on his face. He cleaned up my girly parts with tender wipes against my flesh. “Are you sore now?” he asked as he stood and walked back toward the bar.

“Gaw, Noah!” I huffed and yanked my skirt down. “I appreciate
your concern, but …” I trailed off, seeing the look of expectancy on his face. He was hoping I was sore.

“Yes, Noah,” I conceded. “You put a serious beating on the Cooch. I won’t be able to walk for days.”

Truthfully, my legs were sore, and the Cooch really was licking her wounds, albeit in blissful contentment.

He got a huge, conceited grin on his face and I knew I’d stroked his ego exceptionally well.

“Hey, Noah?” I said, getting his attention.

“Yes?”

“All those superhot vampires on TV with the tight little tushies, sex hair, and faces so beautiful they can make you orgasm with a single glance?” He quirked a disapproving eyebrow at me. “They don’t have a thing on you. You’re far sexier and way more exotic, and although I haven’t seen theirs, I’d find it really hard to believe any of them could have a bigger cock. You’re gold, baby.”

He laughed at me, then bit the corner of his lip. “Aw, shucks,” he said demurely. “You’re only saying that because it’s true.”

I laughed and shook my head at him. “You’re such a conceited ass.”

“There you go, talking about my ass again. You know this obsession of yours is bordering on being unhealthy.” He grabbed both of my hands and pulled me to stand in front of him before wrapping my arms around his neck and encircling my waist.

I reached up on the tips of my toes and kissed him softly. He was no longer bleeding, and he didn’t wince in pain, so I
swept my tongue across his bottom lip. He granted my nonverbal wish to deepen the kiss and softly stroked my tongue with his. It was the sweetest kiss we’d shared since my arrival. I hoped we’d have more of them, and found I didn’t hate myself for doing so.

Our business arrangement might not be so bad after all.

My name is Lanie Talbot, and I … am an ass addict.

In my defense, Noah’s ass was ridonkulous. It was all round, firm, and perky. Two little dimples were perched right above it on his lower back, and then there was this little smooth slope that rounded out deliciously into two muscular cheeks that hollowed out when he flexed it. Add to that the creamy yumminess of the skin, and you had a vision of divine assness.

It was morning and Noah was lying on his stomach while I was perched on my side next to him. He was still sleeping, and I was gawking at all his naked glory. He had kicked the covers off sometime during the night, and when I woke I was immediately greeted with the glorious sight of his delicious body in its untainted form. He was magnificent. Although I loved the way his clothes hung on his frame, this was so much better.

I watched as his back rose and fell with his even breaths. Every muscle was defined, and my fingers twitched, wanting to reach out to trace them. His face was turned toward me, and I
marveled at the length of his dark, thick lashes. The lack of shaving over the weekend had left a delectable shadow of a beard on his strong jaw. I rather liked it and made a mental note to try to find some way to convince him to wear it like that more often, corporate America be damned. His lips were slightly puckered and there was a tiny mar to the bottom one, a reminder of our erotic session from the day before, when he’d more than fulfilled my wicked little vamp fantasy.

A smile crept onto my lips and I reached forward to gently cup his face. As I delicately ran the pad of my thumb along his lower lip, he moaned before finally stirring. I knew I probably shouldn’t wake him before his alarm went off, but I couldn’t help myself. Lips like those had to be touched.

His eyes fluttered open and immediately met mine: swirling pools of green, brown, blue, and amber so rich and deep, you could drown in them.

“G’mornin’,” his scratchy morning voice greeted me. He puckered his lips and kissed the pad of my thumb.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” I lied, and pulled my hand away.

“ ’S okay. What time is it?” He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside him. He groaned when he read it and flipped onto his back. “Fuck. I need to get up and go in to work.” He sighed and ran his hands over his face.

“Do you want me to make you some breakfast?”

His hands fell from his face and he looked at me in surprise. “You can cook?”

I giggled at him, because apparently I was going soft. “Yes,
Noah. We simple blue-collar folk actually have to do that sort of thing, unless we want to die of starvation.”

“Can you make bacon and eggs?” His face wore this adorable little hopeful expression.

I rolled my eyes and nodded. “How do you like your eggs cooked?”

“Over medium?”

“I can do that, Noah. I can make you breakfast like that,” I said seductively, making a play on his words from the night before. You’d have thought I was offering him the same damn thing he had been offering me, because I swear he got a hard-on.

“Sweet! I’ll just go grab a shower and get dressed.” He was out of bed in the blink of an eye, and I was left to stare after him. Yes, I was ogling the ass masterpiece, the assterpiece.

I slid out of bed as well and threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. It would do until I was able to take a shower myself. Once downstairs, I grabbed a skillet from one of those fancy-schmancy thingamabobs that hung over the center island and put it on the stove. The stove. Let me tell you about this thing. Gordon Ramsey himself wouldn’t be able to figure it out. There were buttons and knobs that went on for days, and I’ll be damned if I knew what any of them were supposed to do. So, much like with the universal remote, I just started pushing anything I saw. I had a brief flashback to that day and shuddered, but I was relieved when I pushed the right one on the second try. The first try? Let’s not even go there. My eyebrows were still relatively intact, and there was only a slight smell of singed hair lingering in the air.

I danced my way over to the refrigerator and had to push a
few things aside to find the—get this—butcher-cut bacon. Mmm-hmm. Apparently Noah Crawford did not do run-of-the-mill meat. I shook my head at the absurdity and grabbed the eggs. After washing my hands thoroughly, I prepared my station.

The bacon was in the skillet and almost in need of a turn when Noah’s arm encircled my waist from behind. I felt a brush of his hand against my shoulder, and my hair was pulled back to reveal my neck. Instinctively I cocked my head to the side to tempt him and shivered in his arms when the tip of his nose ran along the length of my neck and he inhaled deeply.

“God, that smells good,” I whispered into her ear. “And the food doesn’t smell too bad, either.”

It smelled fucking delicious, but there was something about seeing her at my stove, cooking breakfast for me, that made me want to taste her more. I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and teased it with my tongue while my hands began to roam over her silky skin.

“Noah, I’m trying to cook.” She giggled, and the sound sent shock waves to my cock.

“So cook.” My hand slipped under her shirt and I played with the waistband of her cotton shorts. I could feel her pulse quicken under my tongue as I placed sensual kisses along the tender flesh of her neck.

“Unless you like burnt bacon, you might want to stop that. It’s incredibly distracting.”

“Don’t burn my bacon, Delaine.” My voice was seductive
yet commanding, the way I knew she secretly liked it. I slipped my hand inside her shorts and cupped her with my massive hand. She gasped and tried to turn to look at me, but my hold kept her in place.

“No, no, Delaine. You need to watch the skillet,” I reminded her. “Because if you burn my bacon, I’m going to have to punish you.”

She gave me a seductive little half smile. Yeah, she wanted to be punished almost as much as I wanted to fucking punish her. Jesus, I loved our little games.

I parted her lower lips and slid my long fingers between the already wet folds. I loved the way she was always so receptive to my touch. So I pressed my entire body against her back to give her more of it. I knew she could feel my dick hardening against her, and I also knew she got off on that shit every bit as much as I did. I continued my assault on her neck, letting the fingers of my other hand do the walking to find a pert nipple. She arched her back and pressed her ass against my erection when I gave it a slight tweak.

“Noah—”

“Shh … bacon,” I whispered against her ear.

I wanted to play with her, see how good a multitasker she was. So I withdrew both of my hands and slowly pushed her shorts over her curvy hips and down her legs.