Hunted (19 page)

He inhaled deeply when he reached her cleavage, easing aside the stretchy fabric to nuzzle the curve of one breast, encased by black lace. Needing his mouth on her, wanting to move things along, she dragged the thin straps of her dress down her arms and shimmed until the fabric pooled at her hips.

Clay’s gaze seared her as he stared at the sheer lace cups. Then he bent and licked across her straining nipple, slow and lazy. Her hand went to the back of his head, fingers digging in to pull him closer. His mouth closed around her and she saw stars, the fabric making the wet glide of his tongue an erotic torment.

When she arched up with a gasp he slid a hand beneath her and unhooked her bra. Zoe impatiently shrugged it off, a sound of pure need exploding from her when he sucked her into his mouth. She floated in a sea of bliss as he tugged the dress past her hips and over her legs, rising on his knees to look down at her.

Zoe’s breath caught at the sight of him. His nostrils were flared, eyes raking over the length of her body as he took in her belly ring and landed between her legs to stare at her waxed mound. His big hands slid up her calves and outer thighs, curving around them as he bent her legs at the knee and pushed them toward her. She lay still, letting him position her, a delicious thrill rocketing through her at being so exposed to this insanely sexy man.

His fingers flexed, his gaze moving from between her legs up to meet her eyes. “Stay still.” His voice was a deep rasp.

Zoe watched him, unmoving, her muscles knotted with anticipation. Clay kept a firm grip on her thighs as he knelt and lowered his head to kiss her navel, sliding his tongue into it in a way that made her gasp, and shudder. Her clit throbbed, her slick sex open and aching. His mouth was hot against her skin, layering nibbles and kisses over her abdomen, his stubble scratching in stark counterpoint to the smooth caress of his tongue.

She raised her head to watch him, not wanting to miss the moment when his mouth touched the aching bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. Those big hands held her where he wanted her as he kissed the top of her mound, looking up the length of her body, staring into her eyes as he opened his mouth and touched his tongue to her swollen clit.

Zoe’s muscles contracted, a moan tearing free from her throat as pure pleasure sizzled along her nerve endings. He did it again, slower this time, lingering as he stroked his tongue across the straining knot of flesh, then dipped down to slide it into her body.

Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the sensations. His grip was firm, his mouth wickedly patient as he took her to the edge of orgasm in a matter of seconds.

Her hands blindly dug into his head, her hips moving restlessly, his commanding hold and her helplessness only driving her arousal higher. Soft, wet suction on her clit, and the hot, smooth penetration of his tongue. Over and over he alternated the two until she was quivering and straining in his arms, whimpering for release.

His hands relaxed and his mouth disappeared from between her legs. Desperate, Zoe snapped her eyes open and automatically sat up to reach for him, but he was already hauling her into his arms and striding for her bedroom.

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She was going to burn him alive.

Clay had never been this turned on in his life. Not to the point where his hands shook and it felt like his heart might burst out of his chest.

The feel of Zoe naked in his arms, her hot little mouth sucking and licking at the side of his neck, his jaw, made it nearly impossible for him to walk. He hurried into her room and set her down on her back, ignoring the slight twinge in his lower back as he did so. Pleasing her, finally getting inside her, was worth any pain.

She lay spread out before him on that crushed red velvet bedspread, her multi-color hair spread around her and her golden eyes heavy-lidded with desire. Her small, round breasts were topped with dark pink nipples, still erect and shiny from his mouth. And between her legs, her bare mound framed wet, swollen folds he couldn’t wait to taste again.

Without a word he took out his wallet and removed a condom, then undid his jeans and shoved them and his boxer briefs down his legs. She bit her lip as his erect cock sprang free, swollen and dark. Zoe’s little noise of pleasure and approval made his hands shake as he rolled the condom on and turned back to her.

She looked like a fucking pagan offering, splayed out there before him, and he couldn’t wait to drive into her, feel her pussy contract around him. Before she could move, he was on her, one hand wound in her hair, his mouth devouring hers as he lowered his weight on top of her and growled at the pleasure of the skin-on-skin contact.

Zoe sighed into his mouth and wound her arms and legs around him, his straining dick rubbing against her abdomen. God, he wanted to fuck her. Hold her down, plunge into all that heat waiting for him and give her the ride of her life, until he’d imprinted himself on her forever.

Drowning in her taste, knowing she was tasting her own arousal on his tongue, he groaned when she slid one delicate hand between them to wrap around his cock. Her grip tightened and he felt her smile form against his lips.

“I want to suck your cock,” she whispered, finishing with a playful little nip that nearly destroyed what little control he had left.

Clay squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as his dick flexed. Oh, fuck, he wanted that. To straddle her chest right now and ease his cock between her lips so he could watch her mouth close around the swollen head, those sultry golden eyes gazing up at him the whole time. But he knew if she wrapped her lips around him right now, even with the condom he would come in a matter of seconds and he didn’t want that.

Rearing back on his haunches, he seized both her wrists and yanked them beneath her, shifting to grip them both with one hand, locking them at the small of her back. She gasped, her eyes widening at the sudden loss of control, but then she relaxed slightly, her golden eyes smoldering up at him with a combination of anticipation and trust that made him feel fucking invincible.

She was wet and ready for him and he couldn’t wait another second. Holding her hands beneath her, he lifted her right leg over his shoulder, then the left, watching her eyes the whole time. Zoe shifted slightly and licked her lips, the pulse in her throat beating fast. A tiny edge of fear, an acknowledgement of his size and her helplessness.

Clay smoothed his free hand down her thigh, up the midline of her body to cup her face, his reassurance rewarded with an easing of the tension in her muscles and a gentle sigh. Rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone he whispered, “Relax for me, raven.”

With another soft sigh, she did, her fingers flexing restlessly in his grip.

He was so hard he didn’t even have to guide himself into position. He lined himself up and moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock along her wetness. Her gasp was electric, tingling across his skin. His fingers tightened on the edge of her jaw and he pressed inward. Hot, wet heat enveloped him.

Zoe sucked in a sharp breath and arched her back, a soft cry spilling from her lips. She was panting, her inner muscles clamping down on him to pull him deeper. He pushed forward, groaning at the friction until he was buried balls deep. She curved her lower back more, tried to move her hips but with her legs over his shoulders she had no leverage.

God, he loved seeing her this way. Lost in pleasure, helpless with it.

Bending, he settled his weight on his knees and kissed her, the change in angle burying him impossibly deep. Zoe whimpered into his mouth and squirmed, her body quivering beneath his.

Trailing his tongue across her parted lips, he eased back enough to look into her eyes and eased his open palm down her throat, over her shoulder, down her ribs and hip to her thigh, and back up. A slow, almost possessive caress meant to reassure her that this was more than just sex, that she meant something to him.

He cared about her, admired and trusted her. He didn’t know what the future had in store for them, if anything, but he knew what he felt for her was real and if there was a shot of something more with her, he would take it. Words weren’t his comfort zone, so he infused his touch with the intention that he meant to worship and adore her in this bed, in a way he’d never done with another woman.

She answered with a grateful smile that wrapped around his heart and squeezed like a fist, and tightened her inner muscles. Now it was his turn to suck in a breath.

Hiding a smile, he tangled the fingers of his free hand in her hair and began to move. Zoe cried out as he surged forward, the position allowing him to hit both her G-spot with his cock and her clit with his body. She felt fucking amazing, so tight and hot, his cock making wet sounds as it slid in and out of her. Her cries took on a desperate edge as she neared her release.

He pushed back the sharp rise in pleasure rocketing up his own spine, focused on making her come for him. Pulling his hand free of her hair, he slid it between them to glide his thumb across her clit.

“Ah!
Clay
…”

Yeah, raven.
He pumped slowly and firmly, caressing her taut bud. Her head twisted to one side, her eyes squeezed shut as he pushed her to the peak and over. Zoe’s wail of pleasure echoed around the room as her sex contracted around him.

Breathing hard, he pulled out and released her hands. She opened pleasure-glazed eyes to stare up at him but he reached for her shoulders and turned her, burying his mouth in the side of her neck, reveling in the shiver he dragged from her. “Hands and knees,” he rasped out, needing to come so badly his muscles trembled.

Zoe rolled over without a word and peered over her shoulder at him, hair disheveled, eyes heavy-lidded, lips swollen from his kisses, that luscious, round ass on display for him. He stilled when he saw the tattoo spreading across the small of her back. Two black, feathered wings, delicate and beautiful. So detailed he half expected them to feel real when he stroked his fingertips across them.

Raven’s wings.

A territorial, primal growl started up in his chest but he locked it down. His gaze landed on her purple robe, draped across one corner of the bed.

Grabbing it, he pulled the belt through the loops and used it to tie her wrists together. Her excited breathing rasped over his senses as he planted them above her head on the mattress and pressed down in a silent order to keep them there.

Seizing her hips, he hauled her back to meet him, then took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head down to the bed. Zoe didn’t resist, merely rested her cheek on the velvet and looked back at him with such adoration and trust that his throat tightened.

Needing to claim her, he squeezed her hip and plunged into her. He groaned at the sensation of being enveloped by her heat, holding her in place as he single-mindedly went after his own orgasm. Before had been for both of them, with the intent to make her come. This was for him, his most primal side finally exposed, and he fucking loved that she trusted him enough to surrender to him this way.

He rode her hard and deep, the pleasure rising fast, taking him under. Through the fog of sensation he heard her whimper, felt her squirm against him and realized she was close to coming again. Immediately he slipped a hand around to cup her smooth, bare mound, stroking her clit with his fingertips.

She quivered against him, her shallow breaths and soft cries telling him she was almost there. Clenching his jaw against the pleasure, he allowed himself to look down, enjoy the sight of her purple-and-black hair wound around his fist, the expression of ecstasy on her face and his cock all slick and shiny as he fucked her from behind.

Her shattered moan of release reached him, mixed with the pleasure spiraling out of control until it shorted out his brain. Heaving a deep groan, he let the orgasm take him, the pulses so intense he was gasping for breath when they faded. He peeled his eyelids open to find Zoe curled up on her knees, flushed cheek pressed into the bedding, her eyes closed.

Inhaling her scent, he bent and pressed gentle kisses along the smooth skin of her upper back and shoulders. Her lips tugged up into a smile and she moved languorously beneath him. He eased his grip on her hip and dragged the fingers in her hair over her scalp, earning a soft sigh of contentment from her. Then he reached up and undid her wrists, rubbed them gently.

In the quiet of the room reality crept back, and he glanced at the clock. Shit. Only twenty-six minutes until the meeting. Though he would have liked to stay and stroke her bare back, cover her soft skin with more kisses and caresses while she recovered, he had to go.

Withdrawing from her body gently, he smoothed a hand down her spine as she stretched out onto her stomach and pillowed her head on her hands with another sigh. Rising from the bed, he drank in the sight of her like that, couldn’t resist leaning over her to kiss her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.

“Wish you could stay,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his in a tender kiss.

“Me too.” He stroked a strand of hair away from her face, ran his fingers through the length of it. “Don’t get up. I’m gonna grab a shower. You made me all sweaty.”

Another grin. “I regret nothing.”

Chuckling, he rose and headed into the bathroom. After the shower he put on his dress slacks and shirt, was debating whether or not to wear the fucking tie when Zoe stepped into the open doorway. Wearing that shiny purple robe from last night, she folded her arms and leaned a shoulder against the jamb. Her eyes traveled the length of his body and back up, her interest and approval clear.

He grinned at the look on her face. “What?”

She shook her head. “You are insanely hot in that.”

“In this?” Wasn’t a tux or a fancy suit most women seemed to love men in, but still, not his preferred wardrobe of jeans or cargo pants and a T-shirt either.

Her eyes took on a decidedly wicked gleam. “Oh yeah. I’ve always had this fantasy about you wearing something like that.”

His fingers stilled on the last button, his full attention on her now. He fucking loved that she’d fantasized about him. “Really. And what am I doing to you in this fantasy?”