Tipsy (17 page)

“
Can it be?” I asked,
thrusting my hips against him once more.

His hand tightened in a fist at my back
and a shudder of pleasure rolled through his limbs. But then his
body stiffened and he pinned me with a stare. “No.”

Well, that’s how I knew I wasn’t
dreaming. Because if this were an actual dream of mine, he’d
already be ripping off my shirt and ravishing my flesh.

I felt my nose wrinkle in obvious
distaste. “No?”

“
This cannot be a booty
call.”

“
Why the hell not?” I
demanded. How dare he come over here looking all hot and bothered,
whipping me up into a frenzy of desire, and then turn me
down?

He set me away from him and stood. The
way his manhood strained against his jeans told me clearly at least
part of him wanted me. With a single tug, Blue yanked the blanket
away from me and carried it over on the other side of the coffee
table, right in front of the darkened fireplace.

He stretched the blanket out on the
floor and then bent down (yes, I checked out his ass) and flipped
on the little switch, causing a fire to ignite inside the hearth.
When he straightened, he clicked the nearby remote and the
television turned off, leaving flickering orange flames the only
light in the room.

He prowled over to me. I almost forgot
to be offended he just turned me down. When he reached out a hand
to me, I snatched mine away. “I thought you were
leaving.”

“
I’m not going anywhere,”
Blue intoned. It sounded like the most delicious threat I’d ever
heard.

Maybe I was slow… but he did just turn
me down. Right?

After he pulled me to my feet, he
reached for the hem of my T-shirt. “What are you doing?” I
asked.

A slow smile curved his lips. “I’m
going to lay you down over there,” he whispered as he lifted my
shirt up, “and I’m going to make love to you.”

The shirt cleared my head and hit the
couch. Cool air brushed over my bare skin as he reached out and
palmed my breasts.

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. Just
the feel of his fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of my breasts
made me bite my lower lip in anticipation.

“
You see, Julie,” he
murmured, lowering his face so his lips grazed my collarbone, “this
isn’t a booty call. A booty call implies I only want one thing from
you.”

His lips brushed my skin.

My head fell back.

More kisses trailed up my
neck.

“
And I want way more than
just sex from you.” his teeth closed over my earlobe and the cool
metal of the piercing shocked my skin.

I gasped.
Damn, he’s good.
So good
that I was utterly certain I was going to be giving Blue whatever
it was he wanted.

16

Blue

I didn’t come here for this.

For sex.

But her unapologetic longing wasn’t
something I was going to deny. I mean, damn. She wanted it. I sure
as hell wanted it.

I was going to give it to
her.

And after tonight, she wasn’t even
going to want to look at another man for as long as she
lived.

Maybe that was unfair of me to do.
Technically, I wasn’t available. Technically, I belonged to the
job.

Technically, I didn’t give a rat’s
ass.

Her soft probing questions about
blurred lines and how I kept track of the real me sort of broke my
resolve. Shit, I freaking picked my undercover name based on the
color of her eyes. When I was starting to feel weighed down by the
world, I thought about her. Everything I said to her was true. I
meant every damn, sappy word. Maybe I’d been fooling myself up
until this point. Maybe I thought that I had a choice in whether or
not she was part of my life.

But I didn’t.

She was already a part of my
life.

I didn’t want to fight how I felt about
her anymore.

Not tonight.

I had no clue what tomorrow would
bring. I wanted this, these moments. I wanted to show her the way
she’d impacted my life since that morning I pulled over her speedy
ass.

The skin beneath my touch was supple
and the weight in each breast perfectly fit in my palms. I watched
her face as I drew my thumbs across her soft nipples and enjoyed
the way her eyes flared and the skin drew into fine pebbles beneath
my touch. Using a thumb and forefinger, I rolled the little knobs
around, tugging on them until she groaned deeply in her
throat.

Julie’s hands came up and gripped my
forearms, so I pinched at her, knowing it was shooting fissures of
pleasure right down into her waiting vagina.

This wasn’t going to be a quickie. This
wasn’t going to be me slipping a part of me into her. I was going
to take my time. I was going to get to know every last inch of her
body the way I’d craved since the moment my eyes met
hers.

Reluctantly, I released her breasts and
took her hand, leading her around the coffee table and over toward
the blanket laid out on the floor. The fire threw off a cozy
warmth, combating the chill in the air outside, and cast a
smoldering hue around the room.

Pulling Julie around so she was
standing with her back to the blanket and her chest to mine, I
reached between us for the drawstring on her sweats. One firm tug
loosened the fabric and I slid my hands—one on each hip—into the
waistband.

Before sliding them down, I paused to
look at her. “Say yes,” I told her. “Say yes to all the things I’m
about to do to you.”

“
Yes.”

It was immediate. It was absolute. It
was my new favorite word.

The pants were gone in a matter of
seconds. Julie kicked them away and reached for my shirt. Her eager
hands slid up beneath the fabric and caressed my sides. Using one
hand, I yanked the shirt over my head, dropping it to the
floor.

She slid her palms around to the small
of my back and stepped forward, lowering her head to take one of my
nipples into her mouth. My entire body jerked when her moist, hot
mouth closed around me.

My fingers knotted in her hair and held
her still while she lapped at my chest with unrelenting passion.
All the blood in my body drained to one place and my penis grew so
hard that I thought it might pop a hole in my jeans.

When Julie’s lips started to venture
lower, I pulled her back. “No, you don’t,” I told her. Quickly, I
swept her up and onto her back, laying her out across the blanket
like she was my own personal all-you-can-eat buffet.

The scrap of lace and cotton that
covered the juncture of her thighs teased me with what lay
beneath.

I came over her, holding my weight on
my palms, enjoying the way she fit perfectly beneath me. Her hands
went back to rubbing all over my chest and occasionally flirting
with the waistband of my jeans.

I lowered my face close enough to kiss
her, but before I could, she sucked the piercing into her mouth and
laved at it with her naughty little tongue. I used to hate this
hunk of metal in my face, but damned if I didn’t change my mind.
There was just a hint of pain when she tugged it a little too hard
and it mixed so perfectly with the passion flowing through my
veins. It was like without realizing it, she somehow mixed up the
perfect tonic of pleasure and pain.

When she was done, she lay back with a
contended sigh.

It was the perfect opportunity to swoop
in and begin my onslaught of passion. Wedging my nose in that
vulnerable soft spot between her ear and jaw, my tongue licked out,
wetting the skin before I gently blew my breath over the moist
spot.

The little groan she rewarded me with
caused a smile to play on my lips as I trailed lingering, hot
kisses down the side of her neck and across her chest. Her skin was
so smooth. If it weren’t warm from the blood that beat beneath its
surface, I would have thought it marble.

So entranced by the feel of her against
me, I turned my lips and brushed the side of my jaw against her,
the roughness of my stubble creating friction between
us.

Her body moved restlessly beneath me.
She wiggled her hips and used her hands to explore my body, to try
and pull me closer. Finally, I gave in. I lowered so my weight
pinned her to the floor and halted her movements. She was now
completely at my whim.

I liked the power. I liked the feeling
of knowing she would likely let me do anything to her because she
trusted I would keep her safe. I pinned her arms above her head,
using one hand to anchor them against the softness of the
blanket.

Even though I held her down, she still
found a way to touch me, to participate in what we were doing. Her
bare leg came up to wrap around the back of my thigh and pressed my
jean-covered cock right against the tender junction of her
thighs.

A throaty laugh worked its way out of
me. She was naughty. “You’re gonna get punished for that,” I
promised right before I closed my lips over her nipple.

She gasped and tried to arch up off the
floor, baring even more of her pliant flesh. I sucked deeply,
taking in as much of her as I could and rolling her fullness around
the interior of my mouth. I worked at her breast until it became
heavy with need and she was begging for more. Then I moved to the
other one, scraping my teeth over her nipple and using my free hand
to gently grip her mound and bring it closer to my lips.

She tasted like peaches, sweet and
creamy. I couldn’t get enough of the way she felt in my
mouth.

After I released her breasts, I kissed
beneath them, sucking small mounds of flesh into my mouth and
pulling at them. I didn’t do it hard, but in the back of my mind, I
hoped she was left with at least one mark on her flesh. I wanted to
brand her. I wanted to stake my claim. Every time she looked in the
mirror, I wanted her to remember what it was like for my mouth to
be on her skin.

“
Harder,” she urged as if
reading my mind.

I obliged, trying not to cause her
pain, but giving her what we both wanted. She was a vocal lover,
making little mewling sounds, little moans, and gripping my hand
with hers where I pinned them.

Inside my jeans, my cock throbbed. It
begged for release. Never in my life had I been so ready to slide
inside someone as I was right now. I wanted to pound away in her. I
wanted to lose myself inside her taut, wet heat.

Anxious to go lower, I glanced up,
catching her eyes, and said, “Keep those hands right where they
are.”

She nodded and bit her lower lip. I
removed my hand and moved lower, grasping the fabric of her panties
with my teeth and sliding them down her legs. Once they were gone,
her legs parted unabashedly and the heady scent of her damp juices
was like a siren, like I was a boat, lost at sea, and I was finally
coming upon my port.

I sat back on my haunches, splaying my
hands out on each of her inner thighs and just looking at the
display before me. Perfect pink folds were nestled beneath short,
dark silken curls. The passion she felt was clearly visible. She
was swollen and throbbing, slick with lubricant.

The engorged button partially concealed
by her other tender parts was shiny and heavy. Slowly, I climbed my
fingers closer. She sighed and mumbled something neither of us
understood. Using my fingers, I parted her folds and caught sight
of the depths of her body.

Using a single finger, I swirled just
the tip in her wetness and then traced a circle around her,
spreading the juice wherever I could. I liked seeing her drip for
me. I liked knowing her body was readying itself for me to
enter.

Unable to take another second, I delved
my finger deep within. She cried out and her legs began to quiver.
I worked my finger out and then slid it back in, this time adding
another so I was using two to penetrate her body.

The muscles of her vagina squeezed
around my fingers and my cock jerked. Keeping my fingers inside,
moving at a steady rhythm, I lowered my face and drew the swollen
clit into my mouth. I sucked it gently, licking at it with my
tongue.

When her thighs pressed in around my
head and she started panting, I pulled away. She made a little
helpless sound that I found endearing.

Julie reached between us and grabbed my
face on either side, pulling me up so she could look into my face.
“I want more, Blue.”

She released me and sat up as I sat
back. Her hands were on my pants in seconds, fumbling with shaky
fingers until I sprang free and pointed directly at her. She didn’t
bother with my jeans; she had what she wanted and her lips slid
down over me before I was prepared.

A long shudder moved through my body,
and my head fell back. The heat of the fire warmed the side of my
body, and colors exploded behind my closed eyes.

She worked me with her hands and mouth
as I knelt between her legs. I fumbled with my pants, yanking out a
condom from my back pocket and then shoving the jeans down my
thighs and pulling her up to take her mouth with mine while I
kicked the pants off the rest of the way.