First Take (Star-Taken) (4 page)

After taking a deep breath, she said, “I think given the way your slightest touch draws a response, we should probably lock the door in case
my neighbors get too curious.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure?”

She smiled. “I’m sure. Just chalk it up to nerves and inexperience. It’s not every day a girl meets a movie star who also happens to be a sex god.”

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FIVE

Stephen threw his head back and laughed deep from his chest, which tickled through Rachel’s insides and left her ready to purr. Then, his smoldering gaze met hers again and her breath hitched. “Like I said, you do a number on a guy’s ego.” Supporting her weight with one hand beneath her bottom, he stepped toward the door then threw both bolts and hooked the chain.

Overkill, maybe, but it also meant he wasn’t planning on a hasty exit
, which left her warm and tingly inside. Playing with the hair brushing his neck, she said, “I like your hair this length.”

“Oh?”
When his sexy half smile appeared, she hesitated to lick the upturned corner. Maybe before the night was through, she’d grow bolder.

Maybe she’d start now.

She tugged his hair. “Yeah, it gives me something to grab.”

Before she could draw a breath, he had her pinned against the wall
once more and his lips and tongue, along with his erection, were feeding her growing arousal. Bold moves worked on him. He slid his hands under the skirt of her dress, hooked her panties then ripped through the lace at each hip. Her gasp broke their kiss.

He caught her lower lip between his teeth and nipped it. Pleasure shot from the slight pain to sizzle along her nerves. Before she could return the favor, he released the abused lip and nuzzled her jaw.
“Don’t worry. I’ll buy you new ones.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Did that mean
she’d see him again after today?

It doesn’t matter, Rach. Just enjoy the here and now.

She tilted her head to the side and he ran his tongue along the length of her neck even as he grabbed the torn underwear and pulled the scrap of material from between their bodies. “Damn, they’re soaked.” His hot breath blew into her ear as he spoke, and she shivered. The awe in his voice helped Rachel fight her embarrassment, and when he slipped his hand between their bodies and slipped his finger through her folds, the only heat left was that of pure lust. “We need a bed so I can properly worship your body.”

A tremor rocked her core as
he teased her channel. A little more of that and she’d be over the edge again. Closing her eyes and leaning her head against the wall, she tightened her grasp on his hair. She’d been half joking when she’d said it gave her something to pull. She’d always thought she preferred clean-cut and close-cropped, but slightly shaggy and rough had advantages.

He bit her earlobe, and she moaned at the pleasurable pain. Even though he released the stinging flesh, tingles continued to radiate from the spot. Never in a million years would Rachel have guessed pain could heighten the pleasure. What else could he teach her? Moisture gushed from her core at the possibilities and she ground herself onto Stephen’s questing fingers.

“Aw, hell,” he growled.

She opened her eyes, which
then refused to focus. “What?”

He let out a strain
ed chuckle. “Let me go for a second, babe.”

She frowned.
Why? Had she done something wrong?

He brushed a kiss across her lips.
“Just a second, I promise.”

With a pout, she released her hold
. He groaned as she slid down his body until her feet rested on the floor. Then he was sinking to his knees and raising her leg to hook it over his shoulder. She started to protest, but the intensity of his gaze when he looked up halted the words. “I’ve gotta taste you.”

As he skimmed her dress
to her waist, she nodded. Not that he’d waited for her consent. He’d already switched his gaze to her mound. Discomfort at his close examination twisted her nerves. Then he traced the swollen, throbbing folds with his tongue and it was all she could do to stay upright.

She grabbed the top of his head with one hand, and with the other, she reached out until her fingers
encountered the kitchen doorjamb. Latching onto the wood frame, she held on for dear life as he sucked and stroked and fondled her like no one ever had before. Finally, he slipped a finger inside her and started a slow thrust and retreat rhythm that he matched with his tongue on her clitoris.

Her thighs trembled.
Then her knees buckled, but she had his broad shoulders for support. She sank onto his hand and mouth and enjoyed the ride.

He sucked one fold into his mouth then nibbled on it. Pinpricks of pleasure slammed into h
er, tension seizing her muscles. He showed the other fold the same attention, winding her arousal that much tighter. Strange little noises she’d never made before escaped from her lips. She bit the bottom one as his tongue returned to that bundle of nerves and he increased his pace. The wet sucking and slapping accompanying his movements barely penetrated past the mind-numbing sensations he coaxed from her body, until finally, she stiffened with a small scream and waves of pleasure once again poured through her.

After a few
more swipes of his tongue, each accompanied by a small tremor in her core, Stephen gently placed her foot on the ground then slid his hands up to her thighs and supported her as he stood. His chin and lips glistened with her juices, and an overwhelming need to taste herself on him gripped her. She hauled him closer then licked her essence from his chin, his lips, and the skin above his mouth. She couldn’t get enough of her tangy flavors mixed with the slight saltiness of his skin.

“Damn, you’r
e sexy.” With a low growl, he locked his lips to hers, hoisting her upward with his hands cradling her butt.

She locked her knees at his hips and he released his hold. The brush of his knuckles against her inner thighs and the
clink
of his belt buckle sent a thrill of anticipation trembling through her already weakened legs. God, she didn’t know if she could handle more, but she sure as hell wasn’t about to stop. She tightened her knees as the rasp of his zipper echoed in her ears.

He shifted, his shoulder pushing into hers as he fumbled with something. The ripping of a package spoke to him having retrieved a condom. Then the wid
e head of his erection brushed her folds before resting at the entrance to her channel. He paused for a heartbeat. Her blood roared in her ears and she sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth in a silent plea, showing him what she wanted him to do with his hard length.

When he thrust deep, sliding easily home through all her slickness, and hit some magical spot inside, she tore away from the kiss
with a low, keening wail. She slapped one palm against the wall and another against his chest, canting her hips upward to prolong the sensation. That had to be the mythical G-spot she’d read about. Hers most assuredly was not a myth anymore.

He stopped, his chest heaving.
“Definitely good for the ego.”

When she caught her breath, she cracked an eyelid. “
Like
you
need an ego boost.”

Though, she was completely in awe of her responses a
s well. She’d never had multiple orgasms or even the heightened level of arousal now pulsing through her. It had to be the fantasy becoming reality thing coupled with the excitement of new experiences. No way was this how it was all the time; otherwise, people wouldn’t get anything done. They’d spend all of their waking hours having sex.

He gathered her closer, their chests press
ed together, and for the first time, she wished they’d bothered to get undressed rather than just shoving bits of clothing out of the way, or ripping in the case of her poor panties. A tremor shook her. She’d enjoyed the thrill when he’d done that.

H
e rested his forehead against hers. “You’d be surprised.”

Then h
e claimed her mouth with a long, drugging kiss. She wound her arms around his neck and met the languid stroke of his tongue. It couldn’t get any better than this.

With a slow roll of his hips, h
e proved her wrong. The broad head of his penis rubbed her G-spot and she whimpered. He broke the kiss and skimmed his lips along her cheek. “We need a bed, babe. Seriously. I want you naked beneath me.” She loosened her knees, but his fingers dug into her bottom. “Just tell me which way.”

“End of the hallway.”
The office area in view of the front door was part of a living space that included her queen size bed, but the large piece of furniture was out of sight until a person exited the hall.

He took a step and she melted into him as his
length slid even deeper. No way could she make it to the bed. As if sensing her dilemma, he lifted her higher, and the pressure against her G-spot eased.

Rachel drew a deep breath and buried her head in the crook of his neck. She inhaled his unique scent of oranges, spice, and male. Darting
out her tongue, she sampled his skin. He tasted as delicious as he smelled, and she bit lightly at the flesh where shoulder met neck. As they reached the end of the hallway, his step faltered, and it was her turn to chuckle. Who knew sex could be fun?

“I suggest you work on getting that dress off instead of tormenting me.
” He stepped toward the bed, which was still a dozen feet or so away. A living area with a loveseat, recliner, and TV separated the office space from the bedroom—she’d scored when she’d found the space. “Once I cross this room, I can’t vouch for the safety of the garment. And you look so good in it; you might want to save it.”

Raising
her head, she met his gaze. Given the heat in his eyes and the way he’d treated her panties, she had no doubt he was serious. She lifted her left arm and, with her right hand, found the dress’s hidden zipper. After sliding it down, she pinched the seam under her arm, undoing the hook and eye. Grabbing the material bunched at her waist, she drew it upward and over her head then tossed it aside to land on the recliner as they passed. “Better?”

Staring at her breasts, he halted. “If I’d known that’s what was under your dress the entire time…” He shook his head.

Reaching for the clasp thrust her breasts forward even more than the lace, barely there demi-cups.

“Leave it,” he ordered, and she
dropped her hands with a smile.

She
liked wearing flimsy underthings on her fantasy dates, never in a million years imagining they’d actually be seen by her fantasy man. “Too bad you ripped the matching panties.”

“I’
ll buy you a new set,” he said, taking the last two steps toward the bed while her heart tripped over the repeated promise of more than one night.

He set her
on the quilted cover. The mattress was atop a platform, so he more or less could stand between her spread thighs. Needing him to chase thoughts of tomorrow at bay she shifted her hips and took more of his length inside her. Tsking, he retreated until the broad tip rested at her opening. Then he tugged his T-shirt over his head.

Her mouth went dry at the sight of his rippling abs and firm pecs. “How much time do you spend in the gym?”

“Depends on my schedule and what I’m shooting. At least an hour every day.” He toed off his shoes. Then his hands were at his hips and shoving down his jeans.

She slid her foot around his leg and back then caught the band of his jeans with her heel and helped push the heavy material out of the way.

“Huh. This is a problem,” he said.

She rose on
to her elbows. “What’s that?”

“I don’t think I can get my jeans off without leaving your delicious pussy.”

The body part in question quivered at his words. She’d never thought in those terms. Sure some of the books she’d read used “pussy,” “cock,” and “dick,” but since her imagination rarely got past kisses and heated glances, she’d never had use for the words. She shimmied her hips to the edge of the bed, his erection drove deeper as she did so. Suppressing the resulting shivers, she said, “I think I can help.” She extended her leg as far as she could then, with her foot, nudged his jeans past his knees to his calves. “Step out.”

She bit her lip as his attempts to kick off his pants had his
erection shifting and sliding inside her. When she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore, he let out a triumphant, “Hah!”

B
efore she could draw a breath, he’d cupped her bottom with one hand and scooted her toward the center of the bed, climbing after her. On a harsh exhale, he settled deep inside her again. As he rained kisses on her face, Rachel wiggled her hips, wanting, needing him to move, but he rested his weight on his hips, pushing hers into the firm mattress. “I’m not done exploring you, babe.”

While he kissed a path along her neck to her shoulder, he
massaged and kneaded her breasts, his thumbs swiping her nipples through the thin lacy barrier. She gasped, her body bowing upward, but his body pinned her to the bed. He pinched her left nipple then her right, alternating until a continual wave of sensation swamped her. All the while, he nipped and sucked at her shoulders and necks.

Would she be marked when this was all through? Pleasure ripped through her.
“Please,” she begged, though she wasn’t sure what she was asking for. Was it the arc of electricity winging from her nipples to her core or for him to deliver the thrust and retreat that would bring satisfaction, or did she want him to claim her as his, for however brief a time?