Melt (4 page)

Justin laughed and leaned in to suck her lower lip between
his teeth. “I could make you say it.”

She shook her head, making a sound suspiciously like “
nuh
-uh” while he worried her plump flesh between his teeth.
By the time he finally drew her tongue into his mouth, her eyes were hazy with
lust. “I could make you do things too,” she murmured between kisses.

He didn’t doubt it. “Like?” he asked, trailing kisses from
her swollen lips to the tender line of her jaw.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her
scorching center against his erection. “Like getting you to tell me why you got
your tongue pierced. And this tattoo.” While she spoke, she rolled up his shirt
again and feathered her fingertips over the swirled black ink on his abdomen.
“I could have an orgasm just thinking about either one.”

“Yeah?” That made him inordinately pleased, especially on
the heels of her small dick reference. “So you remembered me as not packing
much, huh?”

“The memory’s kind of indistinct, to be honest,” she hedged.
“But at least that means I was remembering you in bed. That makes up for some
of it, right?”

“Nice save.” Her wild movements against his groin picked up
speed until he could feel her juice soaking through the layers of their
clothing. He closed his eyes. God, the thought of her wet pussy covered only by
his boxers drove him wild. He reached between their bodies and pressed two
fingers against her clit. “Fuck, you’re throbbing.”

“No kidding.” She grimaced and tugged up her T-shirt. “All
over, but more there.”

“Hang on. Let me.” He pulled it over her head, unable to
stifle his groan of pure appreciation at the sight of her bare breasts. They
weren’t huge, just firm and perfect. Small nipples a shade darker than her
peach skin peaked under his avid gaze, and almost immediately he felt liquid
trickle down his shaft. “Look, fair warning.” He inhaled a ragged breath. “It’s
been awhile for me. A long while. And—”

“Touch me, Justin.” She seized his hands and brought them to
her breasts. “Everywhere.”

He spread his fingers, feathering them over her velvety
skin. She let out a low moan. When he clasped his lips around her nipple, she
urged more of her breast into his mouth, arching her back as he sucked. Every
thought, every emotion rolled over her face, encouraging his own desire. Her
cornflower-blue eyes burned as he switched his attention to her other equally
needy nipple. Sweet, so sweet. She smelled like plums, freshly plucked and
ripe. Tasted like them too. He sucked harder. This time, her fevered moan
whipped across his nerve endings like a thousand cat-o’-nine-tails.

He’d planned on going slow. As crazed as their kisses on the
couch had become, he had no intention of pushing her or rushing her into more
than she could handle. Despite what she thought she knew about him, when he
fantasized about them sleeping together again, he didn’t imagine leisurely
mating accompanied by soft music. Kylie demanded hard, driving rock and quick,
punishing thrusts.

His need for her slayed him. Right now he didn’t feel tender
toward her. Not with the head of his cock pushing against the waistband of his
shorts in a desperate attempt to get free.

She pulled him against her, almost demanding he devour
rather than savor. “Easy,” he murmured.

“No.” Daring him, she reached down and slipped a hand into
the plaid boxers she wore. The fingers she dragged back to her mouth glistened
under the too-bright fluorescent lights. “Not easy.”

She let out a soft sigh at the first taste of herself, and
he nearly wrenched her hand away so he could lick it clean. Instead of
swallowing all the liquid she’d collected—and he knew just how wet she was from
the brush of her covered crotch against his—she painted some over her lower lip
until the flesh gleamed. She was baiting him, and he had no intention of
resisting.

Keeping his eyes on hers, he leaned and dragged his tongue
over her lip, groaning from her taste and the erotic feeling of her swollen
flesh under his tongue ring.

“God. God. Do that to me here.” She rubbed her palm against
her mound. “Please.”

His mouth curved wickedly. “Only if you call me Daddy.”

“I’ll call you any damn thing you want.” She smiled. “Except
that.”

He grasped the waistband of his boxers and stripped them off
her, taking as much care as possible not to jostle her legs or twist her back. The
first thing he saw once he’d pulled them free of her legs was the nasty splotch
of mottled blue and purple that wrapped around one shapely upper thigh. He went
still, seeing other bruises, remembering other reasons for such a small, soft
woman to be hurt.

“Justin.” Kylie skimmed her hand over his cheek. “It’s okay.
I’m fine.”

He made himself smile. With one look at that bruise, he’d
been a six-year-old boy again. Every muscle had tensed in the classic
fight-or-flight response, and his heart still drummed dully in his ears.

Kylie wasn’t his mother. She hadn’t been kicked around by
the asshole she still claimed to love even after he’d fractured her bones and
smashed her jaw. And goddamn it, he wasn’t going to relive discovering his mama
broken on the kitchen floor. Not again.

Slowly, Justin spread Kylie’s legs apart. The gentleness
he’d lost reappeared. She wanted to forget. So did he. Together they’d remember
what it could be like to just feel.

He cupped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the
counter. “Legs on my shoulders,” he murmured as he knelt between her thighs. He
inhaled the hint of raw need, the subtly sweet fragrance that was all Kylie.
His mouth watered as she did as he’d asked and scooted even closer. He bent his
head and kissed her satiny inner thigh, closing his eyes against her bruise.
His lips swept reverently over her skin until she made the same yearning sound
she had before.

“Please.” She widened her legs even farther. “I never took
you for a tease.”

“Not teasing.” Hell no, he wasn’t. He fully planned to
deliver. He tasted the crease between her leg and her sex, swallowing the salt
of her sweat and the droplets of cream. That second taste of her was his
undoing. After sliding his fingers through her small thatch of curls, he moved
lower and pinched her labia tight between his fingers, drawing the swollen lips
into a narrow slit. Her juice seeped out, tantalizing him. He took in the heady
sight for a moment before lowering his head to lick, running just the tip of
his tongue, then just the edge of his tongue ring, along the pouty seam of her
pussy. She let out a startled cry, her hands clamping on his head to direct his
movements.

“Oh God.” That she seemed to be mindlessly chanting the
phrase under her breath made him smile even in the midst of savoring his treat.
“Put your tongue all the way in me. Please.”

He pushed his tongue a little deeper into her, still holding
her lips closed. He rotated the tip of his tongue slightly, sampling her
flavor, drinking it down. He’d never get enough. She rocked her hips and dug
her nails into his scalp, begging him, but he continued his onslaught. He
wanted her sopping. He wanted her to scream. And most of all, he wanted her to
know exactly whose mouth had her, and that he was the only man who could make
her feel like this.

This time when morning came, she wouldn’t walk away as
easily.

“Yes, yes.” She ground against his face, spreading her cream
across his greedy mouth. “Oh, I want to come.”

“Almost as much as I want you to.” Her petulant tone made
him grin, at least until her tugs on his scalp sent an arrow of heat straight
down his back and into his aching balls. “Fuck, keep that up, and I will too.”

Playfully, she pulled harder while her heels rubbed into his
back in an oddly sensual massage. He slipped his tongue deeper, sliding on her
abundant juice, and her hips rolled forward, offering him full access. Unable
to hold back any longer, he plunged his tongue all the way in and savored her
raw moans, knowing she had to be loving the feeling of the slick little nub on
his tongue as much as he loved exploring her exquisitely sensitive flesh.

Nuzzling, nibbling, sucking, he used every bit of technique
he had to make her come. The bathroom filled with the sounds of their joint
pants, their mingled groans. His cock pulsed in warning, but he didn’t stop.
He’d waited way too long for this.

Her toes dug into his back. “God, I’m almost—”

“I know.”

He pressed on her clit, and she cried out, her inner walls
convulsing around his tongue. Wild spasms racked her body, pulling him into her
pleasure. Watching her, swallowing the proof of her desire, satisfied him in a
way he hadn’t experienced in so long.

When she finally sagged against the counter, her body limp,
he gripped the
pearlized
handle of the cabinet and pulled
himself to his feet. His shirt stuck to his skin, damp with sweat. Maybe he’d
need that shower after all, especially since Kylie’s eyelids drooped so low her
baby blues were barely visible.

“You okay?” He slid his hand around to the back of her neck and
gave her a slow, simmering kiss.

“Oh yeah. So okay I just want to sleep.” Her laughter became
a sigh as they separated. “God, you do that so much better than any man I’ve
ever been with.”

“It’s the ring.”

“Well, it certainly doesn’t hurt.” She laughed again. “But
no, it’s you.”

“You’re my sexy muse.” Her hand wrapped around him again,
except this time she peeled down his shorts first. Her bare palm against his
cock felt like cold water on a volcano, and dammit, he was about to erupt.
“What’re you doing?” he asked, though it was pretty damn obvious. “We don’t
have to do this tonight.”

“You’re beautiful.” She jerked him hard in her hand, kissing
him so his groans spilled into her mouth. “This’ll be quick. I’m not at full
speed yet.” She tugged again, her other hand reaching between his thighs to cup
his painfully tight balls. “But I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”

He didn’t want to come in her hand like an inexperienced
teenager, but her brisk, abrupt movements made reasoning with himself a lost
cause. Every time her thumb swirled through the fluid dampening his slit, his
knees trembled, and sweat trickled down the small of his back. “I’m not going
to last.”

“That’s kinda the point.” Her tongue wound around his, an
erotic corkscrew, while her hands worked him as roughly as he’d always wished a
woman would touch him. “Let go, Justin.”

He didn’t need any more coaxing. As his orgasm roared
through him, he gripped the counter, helpless to hold back his shudders. His
gaze locked on his cock spurting onto her creamy thighs, on her delicate
fingers spreading his release into her belly. “Just the way I like it,” she
murmured, sucking two wet fingers into her mouth.

The groan that burst from his throat hurt his chest. She was
so fucking dirty, so unbelievably sexy. “Take pity on me.”

“I didn’t blow you, did I?” She gave him a wicked grin. “But
I intend to take complete advantage of you later.” She hopped off the counter
and tossed him a flirty smile over her shoulder that almost covered her wince. He
knew she had to be hurting big-time, but she was working damn hard not to let
it show. “I’m a naughty girl, much as I try to turn it off.”

“Why would you do that?”

A furrow appeared between her brows. “Sometimes things go
too far.”

He wanted to ask. Nearly did, until sense prevailed. Now
wasn’t the time. “No wonder we get along, then.” He nipped her earlobe.
“Because I’m a pretty naughty boy.”

“Since when?”

“You want a date?” Laughing, he gripped her waist. Then he
realized she wasn’t laughing. He eased back. “We only spent one night
together.”

“I know, but it just seemed like you were…”

“What?” He almost didn’t want to know.

“Normal, I guess.” She shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“Normal? Ugh.” Apparently he should’ve tied her to his bed
and whaled on her ass since he’d been neatly branded with the boring label. Her
tone said it all.

What a pisser. He’d thought she just wasn’t interested in
college. Turned out she didn’t enjoy him in the sack.

Nope, not the least bit demoralizing. Not at all.

Justin reached up to tweak her nipples, tugging them as hard
as she’d stroked his cock. She moaned, the sound rippling through her small
frame. “News flash, Kylie. We’re not in college anymore, and things have
changed.”

He attributed her sudden hitch of breath to his brisk touch
and relaxed his grip. His hunger for her might not be sated yet, but after her
accident, she needed to sleep.

And he had to get ahold of himself. Somehow.

“Time for that sponge bath,” he murmured, reluctantly
releasing her.

She turned. “Oh, but—”

“No buts.” He’d already retrieved the washcloth from the
cabinet under the sink. “You’re sore and sticky.”

Again her fingers trailed over her stomach. She reached up
to cup her breasts. “Not nearly sticky enough.”

He swallowed and worked on breathing. “Is that so?”

“
Mmmhmm
. I have plans for you.”
She let out a breathy purr when he bent his head to suck one of her perfect
peach nipples. It pebbled against his tongue, instantly responsive.

”You’re even better than the fantasies I’ve had about you.”

“You fantasized about me? After that lackluster night we
had, I can’t imagine why.” As if she’d said too much, she bit her lower lip. “I
mean, it was college. None of us knew what we were doing back then.”

Rather than question her further—
lackluster night, huh?
—he shifted away and turned on the sink
faucet. He soaked the washcloth in warm water and cast her a sideways glance as
he soaped up the cloth. “You’ve hinted at it all night, and I need to know. Are
you really single now? And if so, why the hell are you?”