Meant for Love (14 page)

Jenny sagged into the bed, breathing hard and sweating profusely from the heat and the desire that thrummed through her in a relentless rhythm. She was about to beg him when he started all over again, slower this time. Grasping a handful of his hair, she tried to hurry him, but he wouldn’t be hurried.

She groaned in frustration, which made him laugh.
 

“Patience.”

“I have none.”

“Get some.”
 

Her hands fell to her sides, gripping the sheet as he continued to torture her with his tongue and deep strokes of his fingers. Jenny’s hips surged against his mouth, and he took the hint, sucking her clit and running his tongue back and forth over it.

She detonated, screaming from the overpowering pleasure that ripped through her.

He stayed with her through the whole thing before moving up to cover her with his big, muscular body. “That was amazing,” he whispered as he took himself in hand and pushed into her. “God, that feels incredible.” He flexed his hips. “Oh, you’re so
tight
.”

Jenny dug her fingers into the muscles on his back as she struggled to accommodate him. Despite how primed she was after the powerful release, he was big, and she hadn’t done this in years. A slight whimper escaped from her clenched teeth.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

“We’ll have to go slow, then.” He bent over her and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging as he eased the pace of his entry. Little by little, he worked his way in, moving carefully and watching her closely with those dark-chocolate eyes. “Better?”

She nodded, sliding her hands from his shoulders down his back to his tight, muscular ass, which she gripped to keep him from moving until she was ready.

He released a tortured groan. “Gotta move.”

“Not yet.”

Throbbing and lengthening inside her, he dropped his head to her shoulder, his perspiration melding with hers to make their bodies slick. Between the heat outside and the heat they were generating together, Jenny was about to implode. She gradually lightened her hold on his ass and wriggled under him.

“Ready?” he muttered against her ear.

“Think so.”

“Hold on to me.”

She grasped his shoulders as he began to move, slowly at first, until he was sure she was with him.
 

“So fucking hot,” he whispered. “And I’m talking about you, not the weather.”

Jenny moaned as he picked up the pace, clutching her bottom in his big hands as he pounded into her. He took her on a wild ride, giving her no chance to think about anything or anyone other than him. Apparently, his patience extended to intercourse as well, because he kept up the ruthless pace for far longer than he should’ve been able to.

All at once, he slowed again, pushing hard into her and staying there as he gazed down at her. He brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her softly, lingering at her lips as he throbbed inside her. “Hold on tight.”

Before she could ask him why, he had turned them over and positioned her on top of him, all without losing their connection.
 

“Speaking of fucking hot,” he whispered as he reached up to cup her breasts, running his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
 

Jenny flattened her hands on his chest, adjusting to the new position and the tight squeeze of his cock inside her.
 

“Ride me,” he said gruffly, his hands finding her hips to guide her movements.

She swiveled her hips, and he groaned, surging into her. His thumb pressed against her clit, making her stagger and lose her rhythm until he helped her find it again.
 

His eyes closed and his lips parted. “Yeah, like that.
God
… So good.”

Jenny had never been hotter in her life, and only part of that heat could be blamed on the weather.
 

He kept up the pressure on her clit as she moved over him, drawing a keening release from her that ripped through her body like a wildfire. She came back to reality to find him over her, hammering into her as he found his own release, surging into her again and again until he finally collapsed on top of her.
 

“Christ, I’m burning up.” He withdrew from her and took her hand. “Let’s go swim.”
 

“You expect me to move right now?”

“Come on. It’s so fucking hot I can’t breathe. We need to cool off.”

She’d never been with a guy who dropped the F bomb as often as he did, but somehow it suited him—a little rough, a little gruff, a whole lot sexy.
 

He coaxed her out of bed but stopped her when she reached for a T-shirt. “Just like this,” he said, cupping her breasts and teasing her sore nipples.

“I’m not going out there naked.”

“Yes, you are. Come on.” He tugged her along behind him, heading for the stairs.
 

“You’re crazy! I work here. People come out here all the time.”

“There’s no one here at this hour.” As he argued with her, he continued down the stairs, keeping a tight grip on her hand.
 

Jenny made one last futile attempt to stop him before he marched through the mudroom door in all his glory, bringing her along with him in all her glory. She’d never been naked outside before last night, and here she was doing it again.
 

As they took the stairs to the beach and hit the sand, Jenny decided to stop worrying about getting caught and enjoy the most insane thing she’d ever done. They splashed into the cool water together, and she had to admit it was the first time all day she hadn’t felt like she was roasting over an open fire.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said as he fell backward into the water, completely submerging himself.
 

Jenny had begun to wonder where he’d gone when she felt his hands cupping her ass and his lips on her back.
 

He drew her into his lap, settling his erection into the cleft of her bottom.
 

“How can you be ready to go again after what just happened up there?” She gestured to the lighthouse.

“It’s all you, baby. You turn me on like no one ever has.”

The revealing statement went straight to her heart, where it was firmly rejected. This relationship was not about hearts or flowers or even relating in any way other than physical. She’d do well to remember that before she got too involved. He didn’t even know her last name or anything about her other than where she lived and who some of her friends were.
 

Linc Mercier knew more about her than the man who was currently playing with her nipples as his hot, wet lips tortured her neck. Jenny couldn’t believe the way her sex tightened in anticipation of more. She wouldn’t be able to move tomorrow.
 

“Bend forward a little bit,” he whispered in that gruff voice that got to her every time.

“Why?”

“Just do it.” He kept a firm grasp of her hips as she hesitantly did as he directed. When he had her positioned the way he wanted her, he slid into her from behind, driving all the way to the hilt in one long stroke that made her cry out from the impact as well as the cool rush of water inside her. “Hurt?”

She swallowed frantically, trying to form words. “No.”

He settled her back against him, spreading her legs wide so they were on either side of his and working her clit and nipple from behind. “I told you a swim was what we needed to cool off.”

Her shaky laugh drew one from him, too.
This is utter insanity!
Then he flexed his thighs, opening her farther so he could cup her sex where they were joined. He barely moved, and yet he managed to take her to the brink with just the angle of his penetration, the press of his fingers and the brush of his whiskers on the back of her neck.

She covered his hand to keep him from removing it and directed his attention to the place that throbbed for him. Impossibly, he opened her even farther, stretching her nearly to the point of pain as he drove deeper into her, making her come hard against their joined hands.
 

His arms banded tight around her as he followed her, groaning against her ear as he heated her from the inside. He lifted her off him and turned her to face him, sliding his arms around her and sinking into a deep kiss that had her tingling all over again.
 

She turned away from the kiss.

“What?”

“That’s it, buster. All you’re getting tonight.”

“We’re just getting started.”

“No, we’re just getting finished.”

“Come on…” He tweaked her nipples and surged to life under her.

“Oh my God, you’re a freaking machine!”

“Not usually.”

“Stop pretending like this is something special when we both know we’re just scratching an itch.” The words came out more harshly than she’d intended, and judging from the way his muscles tightened with tension she’d scored a direct hit. “Sorry, but come on… We both know what this is. And what it isn’t.”

“So you have this kind of chemistry with everyone? That pink-shirt dude… He turns you on the way I do?”

He had her there, Jenny thought. “No, but—”

Alex’s lips stifled her words. “No buts. We’re hot together, and there’s no denying that.”

“Maybe so, but you don’t even know my last name or where I come from.”

“Your last name is Wilks, and you come from the South, judging by the accent you slip into whenever you’re annoyed, which is often when I’m around.”

“How do you know my last name?”

“I asked someone.”

“Who did you ask?”

“None of your business.”

Jenny struggled to get free of him, but she was no match for the tight band of his muscular arms.
 

“Stop,” he said, laughing softly as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “I asked Owen earlier, and he told me your name.”

“
Great
,” she said with a groan. “He’ll go home and tell Laura you were asking about me, and they’ll be on me like bees on honey tomorrow.”

“No, they won’t. I told him you were pissed at me for showing up so early to mow the grass out here.”

“You did?”

Nodding, he nibbled on her bottom lip and managed to scramble her brain until she nearly forgot the sort-of argument they were having. “Hold on.” With his hands cupping her ass, he stood and walked them to the beach.

Jenny kept her arms and legs tight around him as he went directly to the stairs and carried her all the way to her bedroom. By the time they got there, they were dry again. “Is it always this hot here in the summer?”

“Never like this.” He came down on top of her, settling into the V of her legs and pinning her hands over her head.

“No more,” she said in a tone that barely convinced her, and judging from the grin that lit up his face, he wasn’t convinced either. “I mean it.”

“Okay.” His lips moved on her neck as his big body kept her pinned to the mattress, surrounding her with his strength, the musky scent of sex and salt water and his obvious desire for her that pulsed against her belly.

“Turn over,” she said.

“Don’t want to.”

“My turn to be in charge.”

“I thought we were done.”

“Are you saying no?”

“Definitely not.” He released her hands and did as she asked, flopping onto his back, knees raised and arms curled above his head.
 

Jenny licked her lips as she eyed the sexy man laid out before her. She could touch him and kiss him anywhere she wanted to, which filled her with a sense of her own power, especially when his eyes heated with obvious desire. His erection lengthened, stretching to above his navel. Being the devil that he was, he let his legs fall open, almost daring her to put her focus where he wanted it most.

Recalling the way he’d tortured her, she ran her hands up the insides of his legs, taking her time and making him wait for what he wanted, the same way she’d had to. She let her hair drag over his erection, making him groan as he lifted his hips.

“Patience,” she said mockingly.

He barked out a laugh. “Ain’t got none.”

“Get some.”

The more he tried to control her, the longer she made him wait. Despite the recent swim, he broke out in a sweat when she dragged her breasts over his chest and groin.
 

“Motherfucker,” he whispered fiercely, making her smile. He did have a way with a swear word.
 

“My mother would wash your mouth out with soap if she heard you talking that way,” Jenny said in a prim, scolding tone.

“My mother tried to wash the dirty words out of my mouth, but they haven’t invented a soap strong enough.” He slid his hands into her hair, pressing on the back of her head to tell her what he wanted. “I want to wash your mouth out with something other than soap.”

“Oh my God, you’re so fresh!”

His laughter made his abs quiver, which caught her attention.