LustUndone (15 page)

They exploded together, the climax so forceful he was afraid
the top of his head was going to come off. He leaned his forehead onto her
shoulder as he struggled to even out his breathing and settle his heart rate.
When he felt steady enough he pulled himself from her body and smoothed the
nightgown back over her.

When he turned her around he cupped her face and brushed his
mouth over hers.

“I took you like an animal.”

And oh, Sophia, if you only knew.

“It’s okay.” Her voice was still soft, sweet sounding like a
music box. She deserved gentle hands and slow seduction.

I’m lucky I didn’t hurt her, taking her that way.

But then he remembered she’d been right there with him.
Riding him every inch of the way. Just as she had for the past two nights.

He kissed her lightly again. “I was so hungry for you I
didn’t even stop to take off my clothes. Sorry,
chere.”

“It’s okay.” She was still trying to catch her breath. “I
was in a hurry, too.”

He stroked his knuckles lightly down her cheek. “Give me a
minute here to get naked, okay? And I need to get rid of the condom.”

When he came back into the bedroom he pulled off his boots
and tossed his clothes on the chair. Sophia was already under the covers but
they were turned back and she patted the mattress next to her body.

“I’ve been keeping your place warm for you.”

Her smile went right through him and unbelievably he felt
his cock trying to spring to life.

“That’s good,
chere.
” He smiled as he crawled in next
to her and spooned her against him. “Very good.” He pulled her body next to his
and idly stroked her skin. “I keep telling myself to take it slow with you,
Sophia. To take every possible minute to give you every pleasure. But the
instant I see you I’m wild with need and I can’t seem to help myself. Taking
you against the wall like that…”

She laughed, a throaty sound. “I don’t think you were the
only one there, Clint. And you didn’t hear me complaining, did you?”

“No.” He brushed her hair from her face and traced the line
of her jaw. “I don’t know what I would have done if you had.”

“Well, then. It’s a good thing we didn’t have to find out.”
She wriggled her bottom against him, his already hardening shaft surging to
full erection. “Anyway, unless you’re in a tearing hurry we’ve got plenty of
time.”

“I don’t know how this happened,” he said slowly, “but I’m
damn glad it did. But you’re not getting very much sleep.”

“Haven’t you heard?” she teased. “Sleep is highly
overrated.”

“I don’t usually leap on women this way,
ma petite.
”
He wanted to give voice to his thoughts without giving too much away. “I’m
pretty much a loner, as anyone can tell you if you ask.”

“Then why me?” she wanted to know.

“There’s something here. Something…electric. I know you feel
it, too. Felt it the minute we met.”

“I can’t deny it,” she agreed. “I don’t usually just fall
into bed with a man barely hours after I’ve met him.” Her face heated. “Not the
way I did with you.”

“I didn’t think so. It’s in your aura.” He kissed her
shoulder. “Like I said, there’s some kind of magic here. I know you’re only
here for the short time,” he added as he sensed her ready to say just that.
“And I’m still here for a while taking care of Frenchy.”

“How long do you think he’ll need you?”

“Don’t know. He’s getting better every day. But let’s wait
until he can be on his own again and you wrap up this case. Then we’ll talk.
Meanwhile let’s enjoy each other.”

“Oh, yeah,” she said, pressing back against him.

Maybe tomorrow night he’d figure out how to tell her about
himself. Volunteer to help her with her case. But right now both he and his
cock were interested in other things.

Sliding one hand between her thighs, he found the slickness
of her cunt, still wet for him. He licked the curve of her shoulder as he stroked
the folds of her pussy, nibbled on the skin lightly, the taste of her making
his blood heat even more.

Sophia moaned as his fingers kept up a steady motion,
rubbing her clit, rimming her opening, pinching her labia. The heat coming off
his body surrounded her, blending with her own until they were wrapped in an
erotic cloud. His fingers were like magic, caressing and fondling her,
electricity sizzling through her. His mouth moved to the nape of her neck then
slid up the column, licking and kissing. She moaned and pushed herself back
against him, squeezing her thighs, silently begging him to slide his fingers
inside her.

Instead he moved them down into the crevice of her ass,
finding the puckered ring of her anus and circling it with a fingertip. A bolt
of lust shot through her so strong it contracted her body. She drew up her
knees, leaving herself more open to his touch and he didn’t disappoint her.
Slowly he pressed one finger inside the dark tunnel of her ass, easing it in a
little at a time, pulling out then back in again.

Clint nipped her earlobe. “I’m going to take you here,
chere
.
I’m going to fill you up with my big cock and give you more pleasure than
you’ve ever known.”

“Please, please, please.” She tried to push herself back
onto his finger, take it deeper inside herself.

“I wish I had two cocks,” he murmured in her ear, his voice
a low, sensuous rumble. “That way I could fill every bit of you and fuck you
until you lost your mind with the pleasure.”

“You already do,” she whispered, rocking against his hand.
“Oh god, Clint. More. Please more.”

“Like this?” He wiggled his finger in a little deeper, his
other hand moving beneath her to find a breast and cup it.

“Yes. Just like that.” Her mouth was dry and every nerve in
her body was focused on the sensations his finger was igniting.

“How about this?” Two fingers grasped a nipple and pinched
it while he worked a second finger into her ass. “Am I hurting you? We don’t
have any lube. I don’t want to damage your sensitive tissues.”

“You’re not.” By now she could barely speak, her whole being
in the grasp of sensual heat, everything focused on those clever fingers. But
she had the answer to his problem tucked into her cosmetics case along with the
secret pleasure that went everywhere with her. “But…I have something.”

His fingers stilled. “You do? With you?”

Sophia was glad she was turned away from him because she was
sure she was blushing. “Let me up and I’ll get it.”

“Uh-uh.” He licked the column of her neck. “I’m not letting
you out of this bed. Tell me where it is.”

Oh god, he’ll see
it
.

Then the shreds of her brain said,
Now
you’re worried
about being embarrassed?

“My cosmetic case is on the vanity in the bathroom. It’s in
there.”

He eased his fingers from her and slipped from the bed. She
heard him in the bathroom running water. Heard the zipper rasping open on the
case, a sound unusually loud in the stillness. Heard the sound of pleased
surprise. Then he was back, pulling her against him again, his thick, rock-hard
cock branding her skin where it touched her. And she knew he had more than just
the lube with him.

“I’m much better than this,
chere.
” He rubbed the
dildo along her arm. “But I’m so glad you have it. The possibilities boggle the
mind.”

Tiny convulsions rippled in her pussy as images flashed
through her mind. She pressed back against him, silently urging him to stop
talking. To get on with it. She was so aroused she was sure she could come just
from the things she was imagining. Things he was hinting at.

His laugh was low and deep, a rich sound as he lifted one
leg and pressed the tip of the dildo into the opening of her cunt. As he slid
it inside her body her womb contracted and her pulse beat thrummed.

“Now I can really fill you up,” he rumbled, his words
electrifying her.

She waited, holding her breath, for him to touch her there
again, but instead he turned the little dial at the base of the dildo and a
familiar hum vibrated through her. She clenched her thighs together again,
squeezing the toy with her internal muscles.

Clint shifted position and in the next moment he was rubbing
the lube into her sphincter muscle then into the hot channel of her rectum. As
the dildo buzzed away in her pussy Clint’s well-greased finger insinuated
itself into her ass, rubbing the lube into her tissues. The movement was a
caress, a carnal stroking of the hot, tight tissues. He added a second finger,
scissoring to stretch her even more and prepare her for his thick shaft.

And all the while the dildo was buzzing away, stimulating
her, driving her crazy.

Sophia heard the ripping of foil and in seconds Clint’s
fingers were replaced by his latex-covered cock, moving inexorably and steadily
into her with a slow, steady glide.

“Deep breaths, sugar,” he murmured in his low sexy voice.
“Easy, easy, easy.”

He kept up a low, erotic murmur as he filled her more and
more. When he was completely inside her, his balls slapping against the backs
of her thighs, he held himself still. Giving her a chance to adjust. Between
his shaft and the vibrator she felt completely filled, every nerve snapping in
response beneath the surface of her skin. She was hot, so hot, she was sure she
was going to incinerate.

And then he moved, slowly at first, his arm around her
waist, his hand pressed firmly against her tummy. The dildo hummed inside her
and Clint’s thick erection drove into her again and again. Sophia began to
shake from the inside out, every part of her trembling. She gripped Clint’s arm
to steady herself as the wave of sensation built and built and built inside
her.

“Now, Sophia,” he growled, his fingers pressing hard on her
clit, his voice tight. “Come for me now.”

His big body tensed, he drove into her one final time and
took her over the edge with him. Every muscle in her body spasmed, shaking her
like a leaf in the wind. Colors exploded behind her eyelids and she felt
rootless, anchored only by the dido still humming away and Clint’s thick cock
pulsing in her ass. The contractions went on and on until Sophia was sure her
body would break apart.

And then they were still, panting, heartbeats so loud they
were like drumbeats in her ears. Skin so sweat-slicked they were stuck
together.

They lay like that for a long, long time. At some point
Clint reached between her thighs to turn off the vibrator and tug it from its
wet grasp. And long after that he slid himself from the clutch of her muscles
and headed into the bathroom. When he came back she held herself still, waiting
for him to dress and give her a kiss before he left. But instead he lay down
beside her and pulled her into his body, his arms strong around her.

“You know I’d stay the night with you if you just said the
word.” His voice slid over her like warm honey. “I think it’s important,
though, not to put you in an awkward position with Logan.”

She laughed. “I think that ship has sailed. He made a cute
comment or two earlier.”

He hugged her. “Want me to beat him up for you?”

She smiled, even though he couldn’t see her. “I don’t think
that would help.” She sighed. “But you’re probably right. It isn’t just Logan.
People would see us together in the morning, people who come to The Crown and
might make remarks to you and—”

“Hush.” He turned her so she was looking at him. “It has
nothing to do with me. But you’re here to do a job and we don’t need to make
you the object of gossip in town.” He kissed her cheek. “And you know how
Yankees love their gossip.”

“You’re right,” she admitted with reluctance.

“So get this taken care of fast so we can figure out where
we’re going with this, okay? You know, once I get Frenchy on his feet again, literally,
I can go anywhere.” He paused. “If I want to.”

Sophia wanted badly to ask him what he meant by that but she
sensed he wasn’t ready to answer her yet. Not until she had taken care of
business and they both had a better perspective on things.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Count on it.” He seemed to be searching for something to
say. Something on his mind. “Tomorrow night,
chere
, let’s see if we can
spend a few minutes talking. I want to know more about this killing and the
story goin’ ‘round.”

Sophia tensed. “Story? What kind of story?” Oh, hell, was
someone blabbing? They were trying so hard to keep a lid on the Chupacabra
theory maybe until they actually killed the beast.

He stroked her cheek. “Tomorrow night. We’ll talk then. I
have some things to run by you. And Sophia?”

“Yes?”

“Be very careful tomorrow.”

The kiss he left her with was more powerful than his usual
goodbye kisses, scorching her with its intensity. But he also left her with a
very unsettled feeling.

Chapter Eight

The beast crawled out of its snow cave and stretched. Its
belly was still full from yesterday’s meal and it was well rested. But deep
inside, where it simmered endlessly, was the lust for human blood that drove
it. The hunger that subsided with a fresh kill but never went away.

It licked its lips, almost tasting fresh blood. It was
almost time. Now came the challenge of selecting the appropriate prey in the
right location and getting down to business. It wanted to find its target
before dark so it could prepare for the delicious moment of the kill.

It had to be somewhere close to the previous one. And also a
place where a third prey could be identified. The indicator implanted deep in
its brain signaled that the kills should be close together and always in a
group of three.

The beast flinched for a moment as a sharp pain stabbed
through its head. An elongated claw came up to press against the throbbing,
rubbing it until the worst of it had eased. It had waited too long since the
first one, and the little mechanism that controlled its lust was sending
signals raging through its body.