Holiday Sparks (8 page)

He scraped his teeth along her neck. The edge of his thumbnail rimmed her bellybutton. “I’m going to make it my mission in life to taste every freckle on your body.” His other hand lowered until both brushed the tops of her thighs and opened her even wider. She cried out.

It was too much.

The mirror angle wasn’t quite right to see everything, but she could certainly feel him stretching her, her walls grasping to hold him inside. Suddenly he surged up, filling her until she was sure her body would split in two with the pleasure.

His hands slid into the vee of her thighs, the sides of his fingers opening her swollen lips until he found her clit. Part of her wished she could see. Wanted to know just how they fit together. Anything that felt this amazing had to be beautiful.

But she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the mirror. She watched him watch them. And that made it all the more thrilling. They glided together again and again, the rhythm as enthralling as the way he stretched her.

“Darcy.” His eyebrows knitted together as his thrusts became sharper.

Off balance, she pitched forward and her hips lifted. The sweet, fluid thrusts were gone and she cried out as he slammed into her. Her shoulders sank into the bed as he surged into her again and again. The sweaty rasp of the hair of his thighs against her smooth ones, the grip of his fingers on her hips, the abrasion of her nipples against the comforter with each thrust—all of it coalesced into sensory overload.

His thrusts were long and deep and hard and it was wonderful. She’d never been taken so completely.

He reached around her, his fingertips digging into her belly then finally between her legs. She could feel how close he was. Taste it in the air she breathed in so greedily. No one had ever wanted her this way.

He pulled her leg out and they slid forward in a heap. He must have come, because he stopped thrusting and fell forward with his full weight on her. She hadn’t quite gotten there again, but that was fine. To be wanted like that was more than she’d ever had before.

But no, he pulled her leg out straight and rolled her to the left a little so she was pressing down on the knee tucked into her body. And then he was inside her again. The fullness multiplied. His long fingers slid down inside the seam where thigh met body and he rubbed tiny circles around her clit.

She sucked in all the air in the room. And it still wasn’t enough. Her body trembled as he kept the constant circular pressure. The safe warmth was gone, leaving her raging inside. She searched out for something to grab, anything to hold on to. Fisting the blankets, she pushed back against him. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she sobbed through the tearing release. His name was a keening cry ripped from her lungs.

His arms surrounded her, held her tight to his body as he drew her knee back up to match her other one. And still he didn’t slide from her body. Surely she’d flown apart. He was just putting her back together. But no, he curled around her and thrust slowly. Sweat slicked between him and she felt his deep groan through her back as he held himself tightly inside her.

They lay like that for a long time, her breathing finally slowing until it matched his.

“I’m sorry, I have to move before we have ourselves a little problem.”

She grinned into the mattress, laying her cheek against the cool comforter. She should probably stretch out, but she wanted to hold all of that inside her—hold it close inside the ball of bliss that she’d become.

There was a coolness against her back and the bed shifted. His weight was gone.

What was it about this man? This kind man with an equal measure of muscle and artistry that got inside her like no one else?

Had it really been only one day with him?

Gentle fingers coasted down her spine followed by a cool washcloth. “I thought you might like this.”

Moaning, she slowly uncurled with each stroke of the cloth. She rolled to her side, wincing with each stretching muscle. Twenty hours at the store and the best sex she’d ever had was enough to slam the lid on feeling self-conscious.

She turned herself around and crawled to the top of the bed. Her body ached deliciously and she wanted nothing more than to fall on her face for ten straight hours. She tucked her cheek into his pillow and blinked sleepily up at him.

She should go home. It wouldn’t be smart to stay. Things would get weird.

“Stay.”

Her lips curled into a smile. “Reading my mind?”

“I want to hold you tonight.” He leaned in, brushing a light kiss over her eyes, against her cheeks and finally her mouth. “Once isn’t going to be enough, Darcy.”

She opened her eyes. How the heck was she supposed to say no to that? She simply nodded.

“If you disappear in the morning, I’ll find you.”

The humming laugh surprised her. She should be annoyed at his directive, but she felt too good. “Because I’m so far away? That whole five hundred feet to my side of the house?”

His dark eyes were intense and for once humor was decidedly missing.

She propped herself up on her elbows. “I’m not going anywhere, Ben.” She leaned into him, catching his lips in a soft kiss. Instead of the gentle Ben she was growing used to, she got another taste of the intense one.

Like the kiss behind the tree, he cupped her face and swallowed all of her doubts. There was no way she could leave this man and the feelings that swirled between them.

He rolled her back onto the bed, tightening his arms around her until there was no space between them. The lightness and the fun dissolved under his hungry mouth. The bone-deep exhaustion churned into a compulsion that couldn’t be stopped.

This time there was no gentleness, no finesse, just a grappling urgency that they fed into each other. Soreness faded to the background as his lips coasted along her neck, across her shoulders and finally found her breast. She arched underneath him as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Her nails scraped through his hair, holding him tighter to her. He cupped both breasts, pushing them up for his mouth.

His gaze locked on her. The pads of his thumbs scraped across the tight peaks before his mouth returned with the added nip of teeth. She maneuvered her hand between them and cupped him. Her walls clenched at the weight of him in her hand, thick and hard. She swiped her thumb under the sensitive head.

He shuddered at her touch. “Harder,” he said around her painfully hard nipple. He nipped at her until her grip firmed enough to satisfy him.

She pressed him against where she needed him most and the groan that erupted from him urged her on. She rubbed against his shaft, the ridges abrading her sensitive skin and the way he sucked on her breasts pushing her so close.

“Wait for me.”

She arched under him, his name a litany as she rubbed her clit against the fullness at the base of his shaft. He cursed and reached for his side drawer, but she dragged him back.

“Don’t you move,” she growled.

The first spark of laughter returned to his brown eyes as he swiveled his hips above her, playing keep-away. She grabbed his hair, dragging him down to bite his lower lip. “You are a freaking tease.”

He laughed, levering himself off her, and the snap of latex followed by a grunt from him made her feel better. Instead of crawling right back onto her, he rolled the tip of himself along her lips and under her hood.

“Now you want to go slow?” Her body was so revved she was sure she’d go insane.

“Can’t you feel the anticipation?”

She dug her nails into his muscled butt and dragged him forward. They both groaned as he slid inside her. Her abused body screamed for him to go slow, but the clawing lust vetoed that idea. Nothing but all of his passion would do right now.

Everything about them together was so new to her. Sex was usually just something to endure for a little closeness and pleasure. But with Ben? No…with Ben nothing was simple. Her frustrated groan and hiss stopped him.

“Darcy?”

“Ben, please.” She didn’t know how to ask for it. She rolled her hips against him. Even as her muscles begged for a reprieve she had to get rid of this lightning ball of intensity bouncing inside her.

“Tell me,” he said on a gasp as her muscles clenched down on him. “God, you feel so amazing. I want—” He cut himself off and stilled again. His eyes slammed shut as if he was trying to hold on.

She cupped his face. He had to feel the same. “I want it too. I need it, Ben. All of it.”

He slammed into her and she cried out. He faltered until she screamed out a yes and then it was two people taking everything from each other. He dragged her knee up on his hip and went impossibly deeper.

His arms shook on either side of her head as he drove into her again and again. Sweat and the overwhelming slickness of her own body accepting him greedily turned their space into a sauna of lust.

She hooked her arms under his and held on to his shoulders as each thrust filled her with Ben. This wasn’t just sex. This was them at their most elemental forms. When she came it was even more overwhelming than the first time.

She sobbed into his shoulder. It was just the only way for all the pressure and the pleasure to release from her. He buried his forehead into her shoulder as he panted against her. His body still sought refuge in hers. His thrusts grew into a madness that didn’t seem to know how to blow itself out.

She clamped her legs around his hips and held on to him as they finally both broke into too many pieces to ever comprehend.

Darcy slid her fingers through his hair until she got to the top of his head and held on. She shuddered against him and dragged in embarrassingly huge gulps of air, but she couldn’t let go of him.

He tunneled his arms under her shoulders and left himself pressed into her neck.

“God,” she gasped. “Oh God.”

“All the saints and angels heard us on that one, darlin’.”

She laughed and flicked her tongue over the sweat-slick skin of his neck until she found his ear to bite.

“Hey, I’ve already been plenty abused here.” She tightened her muscles around him and he hissed. “Dirty pool.”

He was still inside her. Her body quaked with tiny aftershocks.

“Fuck, Darcy.”

“It wasn’t my fault this time.” He shifted inside her and she groaned. “Not helping.”

He nipped her shoulder and grinned down at her.

“You laugh, but I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow. Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Blackstone, I had sex all night, but it’s so nice to see you again. Let me hobble over to my section and show you how ready we are for Black Friday.”

He dropped a kiss on her mouth, his dark eyes so full of happiness it stalled her breath. “All our neighbors certainly know, so they may as well too.”

She groaned out a half laugh. “That’s not funny.”

Turning his lips into her neck, he kissed down to her shoulder. “I loved hearing you scream for me.” He levered himself up on his forearms, his hips still pinning her to the bed.

He rotated once and her eyes popped open. “You are not…”

“What?” He looked down at her. “Not getting hard again?”

She could feel her face flaming. He was so open and sexual and she…well, she definitely wasn’t. “Ben. I can’t.”

“God, you’re adorable.”

“Get off me.”

He laughed and rolled off her, both of them groaning when their skin peeled apart. “Shower.”

She threw her arm over her eyes. Exhaustion couldn’t quite dispel the afterglow. Tomorrow would be soon enough to put herself back together. “That requires walking.”

He hopped off the bed and she cracked an eye at him. “How can you be so energetic? You were dead just a minute ago.”

“Sex energizes me.”

She groaned and rolled onto her stomach. “This is never going to work out.”

He popped her on the butt.

“Hey!”

“Sure it will. I’m more than willing to crawl right back into this bed with you after we have a shower. My energy only lasts about ten minutes.”

She groaned. “No, you go.”

He crouched in front of her. “Don’t make me carry you.”

“You wouldn’t.” She wasn’t a tiny girl. The man was all talk.

He dragged her arm over his shoulder and hauled her forward, cupping his arm under knees.

“Ben!”

He swung her out of the bed and across the room before she could squeak out a protest. The fact that he didn’t grunt or even stagger under her weight left her breathless all over again. He set her down next to his wide glass shower that mirrored hers. Being nearly six feet tall left baths out of her budget so she’d opted for ultra-large showers in her duplex plan.

He set the dials to a lukewarm spray and opened the door for her. “You look like the type that’s going to hog the water.”

She grinned up at him. She could keep this light. “Yep.”

He leaned against the tiled wall and watched her under hooded eyes.

“You are not going to just stand there and watch me, are you?”

“Yep.”

“Here, have some water.” She moved aside to give him room.