Test Shot (32 page)

“Uh-uh. Stay right where you are.”

He handed her the soda, and she took it with a smirk. “Like this position, huh?”

“I like every position you get into.” Lying beside her, he smoothed his hand up the column of her spine while she drank. The instant she set the drink aside, he pounced, parting her thighs. Her still-sticky thighs, he noted with satisfaction.

“Whatcha doin’?” Her slurred question ended in a moan as he drew the cool glass over her warm flesh. “What is that?”

“Like you don’t know.”

She paused long enough to make him think she didn’t. Then she laughed, deep in her throat. “Oh hell, I left that in there?”

“You sure did.” He razored his teeth over her earlobe. “Minx.”

“I didn’t do it for that reason.”

“Right.”

“No, really.” Her laughter could’ve cured any number of the world’s ills. At least his. He couldn’t imagine ever being miserable when confronted with that sound of pure glee. “Last month during Indian summer, the A/C wasn’t working, and I froze that so that I could—”

“Come repeatedly until you didn’t notice the heat?”

“Ass.” She shifted closer until they were nose to nose. Both grinning. And both moaning when he slid the dildo in deeper, his fingers following the bubbles to heat them just before they breached her opening.

She opened her mouth to say something, but all she managed was a breath that stuttered as she hauled it into her lungs. She scraped her nails up the underside of his arm, her eyes going wide. “Sawyer.”

He gave her two more bubbles. Her hips jerked up, that magnificent ass bouncing, and he didn’t temper the impulse to lean down and bite the fullness of one cheek. She whimpered and wiggled, inadvertently driving the toy deeper. Then deeper still when he couldn’t wait anymore.

“Gonna make you come so hard you think it’s the Fourth of July, baby.” He gripped the cold staff and began pumping it in and out of her sodden pussy, using his other hand to pinch and stroke her chilled flesh.

She dug her toes into the mattress and wriggled her hips. Her responsiveness was one of the things he loved most about her. She was always so eager, so ready to try anything.

When he pulled the toy out, she released a long moan, only stilling when he laid his hand in the small of her back. He soon found a new place for her dildo, slipping the first couple of bubbles, slick with her arousal, into the quivering pink hole between her cheeks.

“Rub your pussy,” he said, voice low and tight with need.

Without hesitation, she did as he asked, her long fingers probing her slit. She sought her pleasure with such abandon. Her breasts rasped over the sheets, and she clutched his arm so hard he expected her to draw blood. She moaned, more breath than volume, at the sensation of the glass beads sinking deeper into her ass, apparently as riveted by the feeling as he was by the sight.

“I can smell how hot you are. Christ, you’re so sexy.” He practically growled.

Goddamn, he had to get some relief himself or he was going to shoot off too soon yet again. He switched hands and fumbled for his rigid cock, pumping it in slow pulls while she ate him up with her eyes and pleasured herself.

“I made myself come looking at you.” She lowered her voice as if she were going to confession. “When I was in bed next to Aidan, the night before we met. I never told you.”

It took his brain a minute to catch up, since most of his blood had rerouted to his dick. He grabbed her wrist. “Hold it, Nebraska. What?”

“That’s why he pushed me for the threesome. Because he knew I’d gotten off looking at your face.” A smile tipped up her puffy mouth. They’d kissed so much that his lips felt swollen too. “And the rest of you.”

“You masturbated to my picture,” he repeated, sure he’d missed something.

“Yes. With my vibrator.”

“Next to Aidan.”

“Yeah.” She dropped her gaze. “It was a shitty thing to do, but we weren’t having sex anymore and God, your body’s like an interactive porno even when it’s not moving.” He grinned, but she continued. “I kept hearing your voice in my head, all the
ma’am
’s you threw at me to fuck with me, and your accent, faint as it was. I could’ve come without even touching myself, I was that hot for you. And he knew it. He asked me about the threesome that night.”

“So if he hadn’t caught you, we might never have happened.”

“No. We wouldn’t have. I never would’ve suggested it, and he wouldn’t have known about you, other than me mentioning wanting to work with you. That’s how he connected your photos to our interview at the agency.”

Picturing her in her bed with her toy lodged in her sweet pussy while she fantasized about him… Christ. He could barely breathe. “I never knew girls jerked off to photos.”

“I never had before. You overwhelmed me.”

“Yeah. Think I get that. Considering just your voice made me want to snatch you through the phone and fuck you brainless.”

“Really?” she asked, her pleasure evident.

“Hell yeah. And speaking of fucking”—he released her wrist—“please continue.”

“As you wish.” She rubbed slowly, driving him out of his mind, then faster, gaining speed when he started to pant. “My favorite fireworks,” she said, strumming her fingers up and down her cleft, “are the big finale at the end. All the rockets going off at once.”

She reached back to take control of the dildo so he could grip his shaft in both hands. He slid his length between his palms while she worked herself like a pro. It was hard to tell which of them had less control of their movements. Or their breathing.

“You like things that explode?” he questioned, jerking his cock hard. It was a cheesy question worthy of one of Drew’s pornos, but she played along.

“Yes.” Her gaze centered between his legs. “Especially inside of me.”

He rolled onto his knees, and she tossed aside the dildo. Then she rolled over and spread her legs, revealing her swollen pink slit while she smiled and held out a hand. “Come on in.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She threw back her head and laughed, and he laughed too until there wasn’t anything funny anymore. Suddenly he got how important this moment was. They weren’t just screwing around. She was
it
for him. And by God, he wanted to be her
it
as well.

His hand wasn’t steady as he fed her his cock, an inch at a time. He pushed all the way in and held, finally accepting her outstretched hand and bringing it to his lips.

“There’s nothing better than this.” He drew out and slid back in, his focus on the place where they were joined. “Watching you take me in…seeing your wetness on my cock, feeling it drip between us…”

She lifted her body so far off the bed that he sank all the way to heaven, and he gasped throughout the trip. He drew on all his control to keep going when his balls contracted and the tip of his erection pulsed, but she thwarted his efforts by squeezing him until pinpricks of light obliterated her features.

And what features they were. Bathed in candlelight, she was all shadows and contours, full lips and dark eyes. Bewitching and bewitched both. Skin slick with sweat, flesh that gripped him liquid with desire.

He flattened his hands on the bed on either side of her hips, rising above her until he could hammer into her the way he needed to. So damn deep. Her walls fluttered around him, tiny spasms that drove him on. She hitched her legs onto his waist and yanked on his hair to fuse their mouths, linking them above as they were below. Perspiration dripped into his eyes, and he tasted hers on her salty skin. Still they rocked together, their ragged breaths bouncing off the walls to fill the room with the sounds of their passion. Wet skin meeting hard. Shallow pumps turning to mad plunges. Whimpers becoming cries and then screams.

When she came, she clamped her hand around his neck and raked her nails up his back, erotic frissons of pain that pistoned his hips even faster. She bit at his lip and drew blood, then soothed his abused mouth with her kisses while his body began to revolt.

Helpless, he drove into her and swallowed her fractured moans as he spilled his seed. She tightened around him to hold in every drop, extending his orgasm so long that he collapsed in her arms.

The best goddamn place in the world to be.

Eventually she mumbled something about numbness, and he moved aside. “So?” he murmured when she snuggled against his chest.

“
So
what?”

“God, I love that just-fucked tone of your voice.”

Her sigh made him laugh. “Mmm. Me too.”

“So…what’s the verdict? About us alone.” He danced his fingers over her shoulder. “No Aidan. No threesomes, abbreviated or not. Just us, making love.”

Not fucking. If she wanted to call it that, fine. But even when he slammed into her hard enough to bruise, he was loving her. Stroke by stroke.

A smug smile slipped across his face. Sometimes he just loved her a little harder than others.

Just when he feared she’d fallen asleep, she pressed her face into the crook between his neck and shoulder. “It’s perfect,” she said, lips moving against his skin.

“Yes.” He caressed her back and marveled at having everything he’d ever dreamed of in his arms. There was no holding it in any longer. “I want it all with you. The piece of paper, the rings, your belly swollen with our child.”

He expected her to startle. That wasn’t exactly first-date material, but he was way past that point. “What about the restored farmhouse and the job teaching math?”

She remembered. Of course she did. His mouth curved. “Them too.”

“Only one?”

How many farmhouses did she want? “Hmm?”

Idly, she circled her fingernail around his nipple. “Only one child?”

His grin stretched so wide that his jaw cracked. “The number of children is optional, depending on how much you can take till you shove me out of bed and or we run out of money.”

She laughed. “Then you’d better start socking it away, mister.”

“With you as my agent, I have a feeling we’ll make a mint.”

“As long as you save the best parts just for me,” she said, stroking his hip.

“Yeah, you dirty-picture hoarder.” Grinning, he held her wrists behind her back until she squirmed and thrust her raspberry-tipped breasts against his chest. He groaned. “Cheater.”

She blew a curl out of her eyes and gave him a victorious smile. “You bet your fine ass.”

“Yeah, well, it’s yours.”

“Your ass?”

“Yes. Remember?” He remained sober in spite of her teasing tone. “You get all of me. Bad parts, good. Everything in between.” He nibbled her chin. “And I want all of yours too.”

“You’ve got them. I couldn’t hold them back if I tried.” She laid her mouth full on his, not kissing him so much as sipping his air. “I love you, Sawyer Blake.”

He stared into her eyes and absorbed the feeling of her heartbeat pounding against his. “I love you too.”

The moment lengthened, fraught with so much more than words. Then she broke into the biggest grin he’d ever seen. “You don’t have to be careful anymore.”

“Hell no.” He shifted her beneath him and drew her arms above her head. Love rolled through him, and he pressed close, hoping she could feel it radiating from his pores. “Baby, hang on for the ride of your life.”

Insatiable

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Award-winning, multi-published author Cari Quinn wrote her first story—a bible parable—in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. She attempted her first romance in junior high, long before she’d ever read one. Writing what she knew always took a backseat to what she wanted to know, and that still holds true today. Cari’s genres of choice include contemporary, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, urban fantasy and paranormal. Recently she discovered erotic romance. Oh, how far she’s come.

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