A Taste of Honey (3 page)

“I don’t suppose you have a key?”

She groaned and leaned her head back against the door. “I didn’t take one.” There were only four keys to the villa, and when they went out they all made sure they had designated male and female keyholders. Unfortunately, tonight Kit wasn’t one of them, and apparently neither was Jake. “What time does the housekeeper leave?”

Jake looked at his watch. “Two hours ago.”

He bent over and picked up the welcome mat, then inspected all the potted plants placed around the entry for a hidden key. Watching the way his ass muscles flexed against the soft khaki fabric of his slacks, Kit knew she was mere seconds away from pushing him down and having him right there on the slate-tiled patio.

He straightened, running a frustrated hand through his thick, dark hair. Eyes glittering with lust, he muttered, “There has to be a way in here.”

“Through the back,” Kit said. All they had to do was scale the wall that surrounded the villa. The house had several sets of sliding glass doors leading out to the huge patio and pool area. One of them was bound to be unlocked.

With a little grunting and shoving, Jake managed to boost Kit over the six-foot wall before hoisting himself over. Holding hands and giggling like idiots, they ran across the patio. But Jake stopped her before she reached the first set of doors.

“Doesn’t that look inviting?”

She turned to find him looking at the pool. Wisps of steam rose in curly tendrils off the surface. The patio lights were off, the only illumination generated from the nearly full moon bouncing its silvery light off the dark water. A smile curved her mouth, and renewed heat pulsed low in her belly. “I could get into a little skinny dipping.”

He pulled her to the side of the pool and quickly stripped off her top. Kit arched her back and moaned up to the sky as he paused to suck each nipple as it peaked in the cool night air. Her legs trembled at the hot, wet pull of his lips, her sex fluttering and contracting as it ached for more direct attention.

His hands settled at the snap of her skirt. “I like this thing,” he said as he slid the zipper inch by agonizing inch. “Kinda reminds me of those sexy little shorts you wore that first time—”

Her whole body tensed. She didn’t want to think of that night right now, didn’t want to think about the last time she let uncontrollable desire get the best of her. Her fingers pressed against his lips. “I’d rather not revisit unpleasant memories.”

She caught the quick hint of a frown across his features, but he hid it quickly as he slid her skirt and thong off, leaving them to pool around her feet.

“In that case,” he said as his shirt slid off his massive shoulders, “I better get down to creating some new ones.”

D
amn, the woman knew how to hold a grudge. But the sting Jake felt at Kit’s reminder of just how unpleasant she found the memories of their first time quickly faded at the sight of her in the moonlight, fully nude except for her stiletto-heeled sandals.

With her long legs and soft curves, sex radiated from her pores like a perfume, sending pulses of electricity straight to his groin. His cock was so hard he actually hurt.

In the clear moonlight he could make out the sculpted lines of her cheekbones, the dark sweep of lashes over her blue eyes, the full curve of her lips. Her dark hair swung forward over her shoulders, playing peekaboo with tight, dark nipples.

His hands followed his gaze, tracing the taut, smooth plane of her abdomen, coming to rest just above what he’d felt before but hadn’t seen. Her pubic hair was a dark, neatly trimmed patch over plump, smooth lips. Her breath caught as he combed his fingertips through the silky tuft of hair, inching his way down but not touching the hot, silky flesh that lay below.

He was afraid if he touched her he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from pushing her onto a nearby lounge chair and shoving his cock as hard and high in her as he could possibly go. His hands trembled at the remembered feel of her soft pussy lips closing over him, stretching over the broad head of his penis as she straddled him in the cab. If the driver hadn’t stopped, he knew he would have lost control, would have fucked her hard and fast until he exploded inside her, ruining his chances of proving he’d learned anything about self-control in the past twelve years.

So instead of dipping his fingers into the juicy folds of her sex, he knelt in front of her and removed her lethal-looking sandals before shedding his slacks and underwear. Taking her hand, he led her into the pool.

He pulled her against him until her breasts nuzzled his chest like warm little peaches, reveling in the sensation of cool water and warm skin. He kissed her, tongue plunging rough and deep, just the way he wanted to drive inside her. He couldn’t believe after all these years he was here with her again, touching her, tasting her. She tasted so good, like vodka and sin, her wet mouth open and eager under his. One taste and he regressed back to that horny twenty-two-year-old, shaking with lust and overwhelmed by the reality of touching the woman who had fueled his most carnal fantasies.

Greedily his hands roamed her skin, fingers sinking into giving flesh as he kneaded and caressed. He wished he had a lifetime to spend exploring every sweet inch of her. Kit gave as good as she got, her hands sliding cool and wet down his back, legs floating up to wrap around his waist. He threw his head back, clenching his jaw hard enough to crack a molar. Hot, slick flesh teased the length of his cock, plump lips spreading to cradle him as she rocked her hips and groaned. He backed her up against the smooth tiles that lined the sides of the pool. One thrust, and he could be inside her.

“No,” he panted, “not yet.”

Water closed over his head as he sank to his knees, drowning out everything but the taste and feel of her. Eyes closed, he spread her pussy lips with his thumbs, nuzzling between her legs until he felt the tense bud of her clit against his face. Cool water and hot flesh filled his mouth as he pulled her clit between his lips, sucking and flicking until her hips twitched and he heard the muffled sounds of her moans distorted by the water. A loud buzz hummed in his ears, and it occurred to him that he might pass out soon from lack of air.

Surfacing, he sucked in a deep breath and lifted her hips onto the tile ledge. She drew her knees up, resting her heels on the edge to give him unimpeded access to her perfect pink cunt. He parted the smooth lips with his thumbs, lapped roughly at the hard knot of flesh, and circled it with his tongue, sucking it hard between his lips as her pelvis rocked and bucked against his face. Every sigh, every moan, every guttural purr she uttered made his dick throb until he was so hard he feared he might burst out of his skin.

“Oh God, oh, Jake,” she moaned. Another rush of liquid heat bathed his tongue, and he knew she was close. The first faint flutters of her orgasm gripped his fingers as they slid inside, clamping down harder as the full force of climax hit her.

Kit stared up at the bright night sky as the last pulses shuddered through her. Taking several deep, fortifying breaths, she risked a look at Jake. His dark head was still between her thighs as he rained soft, soothing kisses on the smooth inner curves. Tender kisses. Loving kisses, even.

Oh Christ, she might be in really big trouble.

She could never remember responding to a lover like she did to Jake. Then again, she’d never had a lover treat her like Jake did.

Her last partner was exactly the type she liked. She told him what she wanted and he listened, bringing her efficiently to satisfaction before finding his own.

But he hadn’t looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He hadn’t run his hands over her skin like he wanted to memorize every inch of her. He hadn’t buried his head between her legs and licked and savored her pussy like it was the most succulent, exquisite fruit he’d ever tasted.

And he sure as hell had never made her come so hard that her vision blurred and her body felt like it was wracked by thousands of tiny electrical currents.

She heard the sound of water splashing, and her stomach muscles jerked as Jake held his dripping body over hers. Bracing himself with his hands, he came down over her and kissed her with a tenderness that almost made her want to cry.

Crap. What was wrong with her? This was Jake, the man who’d so rudely introduced her to the world of slam bam thank you ma’am. To give him credit he’d proven—twice now—that he could make her come. Really, really hard. But still. It was just an orgasm.

The smartest move would be to get up and leave before she fell victim to this weird hormonal anomaly. But her brain had ceded all control to the area between her legs that still throbbed and ached to feel all of Jake buried deep inside her.

And to think men got a bad rap for being controlled by their dicks.

She draped a lazy hand around his neck and slid her fingers into the wet silk of his hair. Then he was gone, water splashing as he levered himself out of the pool. She could barely summon the energy to turn her head to watch him dig around the pockets of his pants.

Moonlight cast silvery shadows on the muscles of his back and shoulders, illuminating the drops of water cascading down his long, strong legs. A renewed jolt of energy rushed through her as he turned, his cock jutting out in stark relief. Though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could feel him watching her as he rolled on a condom with slow deliberation. Stroking himself, reminding her that in a few moments the whole of that outrageously hard length would be buried deep inside her.

She rolled to her knees as he walked toward her, reaching for him as he got close. He brushed her hands away, slipping back into the water and pulling her in with him. The cool tile was hard on her back as he pulled her close for a rough kiss. He lifted her leg over his hip, burrowing the tip of his erection against her. “I can’t be gentle,” he murmured. “I’ve waited too many years to have you again.”

Waited years? What did he mean by—

The thought was abruptly cut off by the sudden, swift presence of him shoving inside her. Even though she was wetter, readier, than she’d ever been, the sheer size of him caught her off guard. Stretching tight slick flesh, pressing deep, and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more he drove in another inch.

Her mouth opened wide on a silent scream of pleasured pain, her startled gasps swallowed by his mouth as he pumped inside her with his cock and his tongue. Towering over her by several inches, he surrounded her, dominated her. She’d never felt so invaded, so claimed. She wasn’t sure she liked it. But her body did.

She felt herself easing, softening around him, relaxing to take him deep with every surge of his hips. “Oh, Kit,” he groaned, the helpless note in his voice perfectly matching the way she felt. Suddenly he pulled out, ignoring her embarrassing wail of protest as he spun her around to face the edge of the pool.

Gripping her hips so hard it should have hurt, he thrust in from behind, whispering all the while how beautiful she was, how hot and tight her pussy felt around him. Whispers that faded into groans as his hands reached around to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her yell as she pulsed and clenched around him. His hips pumped faster now, short shallow strokes interspersed with long deep plunges as he gasped and heaved behind her.

Bracing her hands on the tile wall, Kit pushed against him, working herself on his swollen shaft, pushing him so deep she felt him at the base of her spine. Her climax hovered around the edges of every stroke, knotting and tightening low in her belly. Suddenly he stiffened behind her, a low roar bellowing from his chest as he jerked heavily inside her.

The tight walls of her pussy clamped down in response, clenching around him as her own orgasm pulsed through her core with such force she might have drowned if he hadn’t been holding her up.

He cradled her against him as he nuzzled his mouth against her neck. Though she wasn’t one for postcoital cuddling, Kit allowed herself to enjoy his tender affection. He was preventing her from drowning after all.

“Aw, shit,” he muttered.

Not exactly what she was expecting him to say.

Abruptly he pulled out and levered out of the pool as she gradually became aware of what he must have heard. Motors running. Doors slamming. Drunken laughter. “C’mon, unless you want to be tonight’s late-night entertainment.”

Kit considered herself adventurous when it came to sex, but she had no desire to be caught in the act by ten of her closest friends. Hurrying as much as possible on sex-weakened legs, Kit awkwardly heaved herself up and onto the patio.

Jake gathered up their clothes and wrapped her in an oversize pool towel before tucking one around his hips. Pulling her over to a set of sliding glass doors away from the main entry, he whispered a quick prayer, followed by a sigh of relief when the door slid open without protest.

Someone cranked up the stereo as they padded down the dark hallway.

How was she supposed to get to her room unnoticed when she had to cut through the living room? The hall light snapped on, and heavy footsteps echoed against the tiles. Grabbing her arm, Jake pulled her into a bedroom, dimly lit by a single lamp on the heavy wooden bedside table.

His bedroom, she quickly concluded when she saw the shirt he’d been wearing earlier carelessly tossed across the foot of the queen-size bed.

Grinning like a son of a bitch, he tumbled her back on the mattress and flung her towel across the room. “Guess you’ll have to hide out in here.”

“Morning.”

Kit’s eyes flew open in horror at the sound of Jake’s sexy, sleep-roughened voice in her ear.

How could she have possibly stayed the entire night in his room?

First rule of casual sex, never sleep over. It implied a certain level of intimacy and always resulted in an awkward morning after. Not that she hadn’t tried to leave. After their second round, Jake had done what any normal man does after climax and had rolled over and started snoring. She’d even waited a good ten minutes to make sure he was really out.

But the second her feet hit the floor his hand had closed around her wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?” he’d asked. “I’m not done with you yet.”

And he’d tucked her underneath him and slid inside her as though he hadn’t already come twice in the space of two hours.

Afterward, she’d been so exhausted, like an idiot
she’d
rolled over and fallen asleep.

God, she hoped she hadn’t snored or drooled. Nothing like the harsh light of day to take the polish off a lover. She risked a look over her shoulder.

Of course, Jake
would
look perfect. Instead of looking like a sleepy slob, he looked gorgeous with his dark hair sticking straight up and beard stubble darkening his jaw. Sexy and relaxed in way that made a girl dream of long Sunday mornings spent cuddling and making love and pretending that the rest of the world didn’t exist.

The moronic, naïve, seventeen-year-old that lurked inside her was making her presence known. Making love? As if! She needed to get the heck out of there.

“Mmm, don’t leave,” he cajoled, rubbing a very impressive—and tempting—morning erection against the inner curve of her thigh. She glanced at the clock, relief mingling with disappointment as she remembered the spa treatments the girls had scheduled for today.

“Gotta go,” she said briskly, forcing herself from the all too cozy bed and scrambling into her clothes. “We have spa appointments, and besides”—she tossed him a naughty glance over one shoulder—“I’m sore.”

His green eyes sparked with wicked heat. “Sure you don’t want me to kiss it and make it better?”

While the idiot seventeen-year-old inside Kit pleaded with her to stay, the Kit who was older and knew better waved him off and got out of the room while she still could.

Monday morning, Kit woke up and cursed, finding herself in the same place she’d been yesterday morning: Jake’s bed.

Dammit.

No matter how hard she fought it, she hadn’t been able to keep herself from falling asleep burrowed up against his oversize chest and sleeping like a dead woman all the way through to morning. This morning she hadn’t even noticed when he got up. But he must have been up for a while since his side of the bed was cold. Thank God for small favors. She didn’t think she could fake immunity from his sexy morning-after self just now.

Yesterday after the women had returned from getting buffed, oiled, and polished within an inch of their lives, she’d been determined to keep a little distance. The last thing she wanted was to start acting all couple-y and give everyone the wrong impression.

Yet somehow she’d spent the evening glued to his side before they retired shortly after dinner.

She sighed and rolled over, silently reprimanding herself for once again falling prey to Jake Donovan’s considerable charms. And despite Kit’s attempts to stifle her with neglect and copious amounts of alcohol, that ridiculous teenage girl who had so foolishly imagined herself in love with Jake so many years ago kept clamoring for attention. Going on and on about how this had to be fate, bringing them together like this, her agenda fueled by Jake’s constant attention and considerable sexual skill.
Look at the way he stares at you when he thinks you’re not looking
, teenage-idiot Kit crowed.
Listen to the way he laughs at your jokes. Isn’t it nice to be with a guy who actually gets your sense of humor?