Mistaken Identity (3 page)

Kansas covered her mouth, giggling. The
elevator hummed to life and began to move. “You can set me down. I know I must
be heavy.”

“I like you where you are. If I set you
down someone else might get an eyeful, if you know what I mean. Besides, you’re
fine. A woman shouldn’t look like a twig.” The fire that blazed to life in his
eyes told her he meant every word. There was a story behind those words. “To be
honest, I’ve been dying to get my hands on that ass since I watched you walk
out of the bar.”
 
Balancing her against
the wall he slid his hands down to massage the mentioned area. The sensuous rub-down
made her purr.

 
He
traced her lips with his tongue, and she sucked the member into her mouth. His
eyes rounded. She deepened the kiss, coaxing a moan. Their tongues touched,
tangled, and glided like a slow bump and grind as they took the time to really
explore. A chime sounded in the distance. Her eyes fluttered open. She felt raw
and vulnerable. Stripped down and bared to his piercing stare she pulled back,
sucked down air, and rested her head on his shoulder.
Is this what people talk about when they say they knew they met their
mate?

Hiking her up, his arms supported her ass
as he exited the elevator. “You okay?”
 
His lips brushed the shell of her ear, sending a shudder down her spine.

“I will be once we get to your room.”

“Oh, you are speaking my language.”
 
With his long strides, they reached his room
in no time. “Can you reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet? My key
is in there.”
 

“Touch that sexy ass of yours? Twist my
arm why don’t you?”
 
Reaching around him,
she removed the wallet from his back pocket. “You’re awful trusting.” She shot
him a coy look.

“We both know you’re not going anywhere
until we’re both good and satisfied, and that’s going to take a while.”

Her breath quickened.
“W-Why?”

“Because I won’t stop until I taste ever
inch of your body, and make you come until you have nothing left to give.”

 
She squeezed him between her thighs. “You
think you can keep up with me, pretty boy?”

“I know I can.”

“It’s been a while. I have a lot of pent-up
energy to ride off.”

“You should shut that pretty mouth of
yours and open the door before I take you right here in the open.”

The thought excited her. Her breath
quickened, and he smirked.

“Naughty girl, do you like to be
watched?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe we’ll find out before the night is
over.”

He turned to the side to give her easy
access to the door lock. Her hands shook as she slid the card in the lock and
took it back out.

“Don’t worry. I won’t share you just
yet.”

She pushed the cool metal handle down.
The door opened with a pop. He nudged it with their bodies and entered the
massive suite, kicking the door shut behind them with his booted foot. He
turned on the light switch with his elbow. A part of her registered the
gigantic California King bed, on the far side of the room, and the elegant navy
blue couch with a screen television to their right. A distinctive click broke
the silence, and the rest of the details were lost.

That simple sound acted like a buzzer
signaling the start of a round. She surged forward, slipped her tongue between
his lips and began a tango of tongues.
He tasted sweet and
fiery, like his drink.
Tilting her head to get a better taste, she
buried her fingers into the soft, short, dirty-blond hair.
 
In return he fisted her hair. Tension formed
at her scalp. A pleasurable pain swept through her like a forest fire. The back
of his legs hit the bed, and he fell back with her on top of him.

With him she was an Amazon woman. There
was no self consciousness or awkward pauses. His rigid length and the need in
his eyes left no doubt he liked her as is. She placed her legs on either side
of him, lined up their pelvises and pulled back to meet his gaze. The power was
heady.
 
Bending over his body, her dark
hair fell around them like a dark curtain.

“Me first.”

“We can do it however you want it,
Kansas.”
 

This is
crazy.
She
swiveled her hips. His body jerked in response. Gripping the bottom of his
t-shirt she tugged upward.
 
“This has to
go. I want to see you.”

“Only if I can see you.”

She smirked. “You show me yours, and I’ll
show you mine.”
 
Sitting up she tried not
to drool as he revealed golden skin stretched taut over a chest that would
rival a Greek god’s. The heat in his eyes scalded her.
 
Her hands shook as she removed her shirt
before she lost the nerve.

“You are so beautiful, Kansas.” He
caressed her sides, worked his way up her soft belly to the underside of her
bra. There was no rush inside the tiny bubble they’d created.

“So are you.” She ran her hands down his
chest. His muscles contracted, and he grew impossibly hard beneath her.

“I can feel you through your jeans
Kansas, and you’re so damn hot. Are you wet for me?”

“Soaked.”

“I want to feel it.” Grasping her hips
with his large hands, he moved her in his lap.

She gasped. The tension built inside her.
“Oh God.”
She whimpered.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

He ground harder. Her heart raced, and
her breath caught.

“I-I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

“Do it.” His voice was lower, husky. “I
want to know I can make you come without even touching you.”

The words took her higher, and the rough
material pressed into her clit did the rest. She screamed, spiraling over the
edge fast and hard. Her body convulsed, and she clutched the sheets beneath her
for purchase.

“Damn, you are even sexier when you’re
screaming my name while you come.” His voice wasn’t arrogant. It was reverent,
and full of pride and pleasure. She gave him a shy smile.
Impossible to be bashful when he looks at me like that.
 
He sat up and unbuckled the back of her bra
helping her slide it down her arms. Her nipples stood at attention under his
intense stare.

“I think we’re both wearing too much
clothing, darling,” he whispered.

“Agreed.”

He rolled her onto her back. “I want to
undress you.”
 
Unbuttoning the top of her
jeans, he and slid his fingers beneath her waist band into her underwear.

“So hot.”
He swirled
his thumb around her clit. “And wet.”
  
Sparks of pleasure shot through her core, and he slid a finger in and
she bucked.

“That’s it,
Sas
.
Let me see you come again.”

He circled her entrance, pulled out, and
pushed back inside.

“Jesus!”

“You’re so tight, Kansas. Imagine how
you’ll grip my cock.”
 

She moaned.

“You like it when I talk dirty, don’t
you?” He added another finger and pumped harder, stretching her walls. Blood
rushed back to her core. Her muscles quivered, and she lifted her hips in time
with his hand.

“That’s it,
Sas
,
fuck my
fingers,
I want you to come apart for me.”

 
Unable to stave off the explosion she clamped
down on his fingers. A bright blaze of white light detonated behind her lids.
For a moment she held her breath, caught up in the intensity of an orgasm she
didn’t want to end. Her lungs burned, and she took a breath of air scented with
musk, as she floated in the white space of pleasure. When she could refocus
they were both nude and he was fisting his swollen dick in his hand. A fresh
gush of juices flowed. He was beautiful, flushed, thick, and long with a steady
stream of pre-cum pouring from his slit, and running down his hands. His breath
rattled in his chest and his hips pumped. The masculine grunts and moans were
music to her ear.

“Don’t you dare
come.
”
 

He smirked. “I-I wasn’t planning on it,
Beauty.”

“Good.”
 
She gathered her strength, rolled onto her belly, and rose to her
knees.
 
“I think it’s my turn to have a
little fun.” Crawling to the center of the bed, she paused to lick the sticky,
white substance from his hands, careful to trace the knuckles and the sensitive
hollows between each finger before she moved on to flick her tongue over the
head.
 
His hands stilled.

She glanced up. “Don’t stop. I like
watching you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”
 
He resumed his strokes, and she dipped the
tip of her tongue into his slit, tangy, saltiness danced along her taste buds.
Opening her mouth she sucked his head into her mouth.

He growled. “If you don’t stop that soon
it’s going to be over before it really starts.”

She removed her lips and sighed. “Later?”

“Definitely.”

“Condom?”

“On the night stand.”

She arched a brow.
Had he been trolling around looking for an able body?

“I did it when you blanked on me.”

“
Ahh
, I like a
man who thinks on his feet.” She winked, rolled over to the nightstand, grabbed
the square foil, and came back. Her sure movements had the rubber on and in
place in moments. He twitched in her hand, and she squeezed him gently.

 
“Lay back, I owe you a ride.” She placed a
hand on his chest and pushed him down.

 
“Saddle up, little filly.”
 
He exaggerated his accent and wiggled his
eyes.

The humor swept away the nervousness
edging in, and she chuckled.

“There’s the smile.”
 
His lips twitched upward.

She climbed onto him, guided him inside
her achy entrance, and sank down onto his swollen cock.

“
Oooh
.”
Her lower
lip shook as he breached her. His thickness filled every inch and then some.
Even slickened with her honeyed moisture it was slow going. She wiggled her
hips to work her way down.

“Holy mother, you are tight.”
 
He gritted his teeth, his body stock still as
he waited for her to adjust. His hand moved between them to stroke her tender
bud. It was a pleasurable pain that had her back on the edge. Her walls gave
way. Fully seated she breathed through the slight burn.

“You okay,
Sas
?”

“Y-yes.”

“You tell me when.”
 

“Now.”
She planted
her feet on the bed, pushed up and dropped back down, over and over. He hit a
spot inside her that made her see stars, and she broke apart. Clutching her
hips tight, he let her set the pace as he supported her weight. Her body shook,
and her walls cinched.

“Shit! I’m going to come.”
 
He cried out, his voice husky and full of
gravel.

“Me, too.”

They strained together. Beads of sweat
ran down her back. She braced her hand on his chest. One last swirl of her hips
and he gave up the ghost, taking her with him. Heat flooded her canal. Her eyes
popped open.
 
The blissful expression on
his face caused horror and awe. He was an angel carved from granite with his
strong jaw, clenched, and full pink lips open in a grunt of ecstasy. His long
lashed lids popped open to reveal vibrant dark green eyes that saw beneath her
surface layers. He’d marked her as surely as she had marked him. This meeting
of souls was so much more than a quick roll in the hay.

“I guess we don’t do anything halfway.”

“No.” She shook her head. After watching
her mother drag her father’s heart through the mud on an almost daily basis
this was the last thing she’d ever wanted. However, with it in her grasp, she
couldn’t turn her back.
 

Chapter
Two

“Hey, man, you need to get your ass in
gear. We’re going to be late for the panel.” Aiden’s voice pierced through the
veil of sleep.

“Ugh.” Jett groaned. The warm body
blanketing him made it hard to focus. His dick twitched.
 
Hard for my
mind to focus anyways.

“Ooh shit! Man
I-
I’m
sorry.”

Kansas rolled out of bed like a barrel
going over a water fall, taking the covers with her. She landed with a loud
thud. His mood blackened.