Pure Wicked: A Wicked Lovers Novella (1001 Dark Nights) (7 page)

Finally, he tore his shirt off, sitting up enough so she could get a good look at him. Bristol nearly swallowed her tongue. Oh. Dear. God. The longer she looked at him, the more the dizzying fever of desire spun inside her. She raked her palms up the ridges of his abdomen, over the bronzed bulges of his torso. She traced the tribal tattoo on his shoulder, sucking in a breath at his iron flesh beneath her touch. Unable to resist, she skated her fingertips down his chest again, taking the time to circle one of his nipples. She delighted in watching them both go hard. Goosebumps broke out all over his body.

“Don’t push me too hard, Bristol. I want to do this right.” He panted, his breath coming fast as he gripped the button of his fly and tore it open. “Let me give us both a good time.”

He didn’t wear anything beneath his jeans. Bristol saw a shadowy hint of hair-dusted male flesh and shivered. Pressed against her earlier, he’d felt big.

“Hurry.” She reached for the snap on her own jeans and tore it open, then tugged the zipper down and shoved the pants over her hips, at least until his body impeded her striptease. Quickly, he stood, shucking his own denim.

Bristol got instant confirmation about his size. Well-endowed was putting it mildly. Or maybe she’d been handling nothing but small pricks like Hayden. Literally.

“That’s it, honey. Take it all off so I can get to you. I want to see that pretty skin and silky pussy before I devour them both.”

No man had ever talked to her that way. His words were gritty and raw, but there was nothing dirty about them. He made her feel sexy, like a woman should.

For the first time in her life, she wanted to give a man every part of her.

She doffed her pants. Her panties followed before she reached for her bra and unhooked it. When Jamie began prowling toward her like he meant to take her in every way that would give her pleasure, her nipples peaked tight. Her sex clenched.

Heart pumping, feeling eager, she spread her legs for him, planting her heels wide on the bed. “You’re too slow. Come here so I can touch you.”

A hint of a smile lurked at the corners of his lips. “You’re awfully bossy. Or is that impatience?”

“Would you rather debate what I’m feeling or…” She ran her fingers up the insides of her thighs, nearly brushing her own wet flesh. “Get to the good stuff?”

Jamie paused, as if debating for a moment. Then he dropped all pretense and focused his potent gaze on her. “Good stuff. In fact, let’s see how good we can make it.”

Before she could say a word, he covered her body, flattening her against the mattress again. Their naked chests pressed together as his face hovered over hers. The heat of his body enveloped her, warming her seemingly from the inside out. He thrust his fingers into her hair as he stared into her eyes. This might be a temporary fling—the first of her life—but somehow he managed to make her feel special with a single, searing glance.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, unable to look at him without wanting more.

He dipped his head and seized her lips with his own. When he closed his eyes, he might have broken their visual connection, but his kiss gripped her heart and squeezed. He came at her as if desperate to possess her. The intensity jarred Bristol. She’d never felt like the focus of any man’s desire—until now.

Then she stopped thinking altogether because he urged her lips apart with his own and plowed inside, his tongue curling against hers. Their lips mingled. Their breaths entwined. Bristol arched against him. Jamie wrapped his arms around her more tightly.

“You’re so fucking sweet. And small. I don’t want to break you.”

She lifted her hips, rubbing against his unflagging erection. “You’re big.” When he laughed, she had to join him. “I meant that you’re tall and all buff. It’s just…when you’re near I can’t—”

“Not touch you?”

“Yeah,” she breathed against his lips.

“I know exactly what you mean.”

“This is intense.”

He paused. “Very.”

Relief slid through her. So he felt it, too. “I’ve never experienced anything like this.”

Was that too honest?

Jamie glided a palm down her side, thumbing the edge of her breast, hugging the curve of her waist, before taking her hip in hand. “Truthfully, neither have I.”

And he looked as if that puzzled him. Warmth oozed through her bloodstream, tugged at her heart. Shouldn’t she have felt this and more with the guy she’d once hoped to marry before he’d chosen her sister? Probably, but if she wanted to keep this connection to Jamie fleeting, then she needed to stop dwelling on her feelings and start focusing on the pleasure.

She closed her eyes and kissed her way up the strong column of his neck. When he groaned, she nipped at his ear and traced her fingertips down his spine. He braced both hands on her hips and started moving, rocking his erection against her.

“Yes.” She urged him on, digging her fingers into his steely shoulders.

He captured her lips again, focused and intent, as if nothing was more important than lavishing attention on her mouth with one frenzied kiss after another. Bristol drowned in his taste, let her head get dizzy with his scent. The ache between her thighs turned sharp and sweet. She had no doubt that only he could sate it.

Then he worked his way down her body, leading with his mouth, worshipping her skin as he kissed a path down her throat and over her collarbones before he zeroed in on her breasts. He paused, his hot breath exhaling over her nipples. They tightened even more. Desperation crept through her. Her ache turned urgent.

“Touch me,” Bristol pleaded.

He skimmed his knuckles across one turgid peak. Sensation pinged through her body, reverberating down to her toes. She gasped.

“So perfect. So beautiful,” he murmured.

Then Jamie took one hard bead in his mouth, sucking her deep. She hissed at the pull of sensation and tore off his skullcap. She’d hoped to sink her fingers into his hair and bring him closer. Instead, the dark buzz hugged his scalp and made the angular hollows of his face even more pronounced. He was all male. Another shiver of anticipation rolled through her.

He stared down at her as if he waited for something. A reaction maybe? When the moment passed in silence, he bent his head and took her other nipple in his mouth, giving this one a sweet tug, too. Then he shifted his weight onto the bed, angling himself against the side of her body so he could smooth a palm down her stomach. Bristol held her breath, her heart tripping in the seconds before he cupped her mound in his hand. He slid his fingers over her slick skin, teased at nerve endings already screaming for more. Jamie could have no doubt that she wanted him bad.

“You’re wet.” His voice had gone deeper, huskier.

“I’m ready,” she choked out, spreading her legs for him.

Maybe she should be more modest or wait for him to make the next move, but that was the old her. The her who let herself be misled and jilted. The woman who’d emerged from those ashes demanded what she wanted without apology.

He thumbed her clit a few times, then dragged the digit through her moisture. She moaned, her mouth gaping open at the need that one mere touch sent through her body. Another few seconds and she’d probably go over the edge.
Please, yes
…

“Next time, I’m going to take you slowly and savor every bit of you. Right now, you feel so damn good. I can’t wait.” He bounced off the bed, then prowled to his jeans, pulling a condom free. He rolled it on virtually one-handed and frighteningly fast.

Clearly, he’d done this a lot.

Bristol felt a moment’s trepidation, then stopped herself. They weren’t having a relationship, merely a hookup. It didn’t matter if he was a well-practiced manwhore. The only thing she should care about was pleasure.

She smiled at him. “I can’t, either.”

Jamie climbed back on the bed, settling his knee between her legs as he pushed her flat again. “Can you take it hard? Fast? I’m not going to be happy until you’re screaming for me.”

“Stop talking and start living up to your promise.”

His cock jerked. Then he settled his body between her legs and gripped her hips, thrusting the head of his erection against her aching sex in one swift move. When he’d settled unerringly against her opening, he shoved forward. Hard.

His first few inches stretched her, and a sweet sting flooded her veins with drugging need. She surged up to him, her head arching back on a moan. He gripped her tighter as he eased back, then pushed deeper.

“Oh…fuck.” His voice dropped lower, his raspy tone making her feel as if he was coming apart, just like her.

“More,” she barely managed to squeak out.

“Yes,” he growled. “Now.”

Jamie delivered, withdrawing before he plunged in once more, shoving his way deeper inside her, inciting a riot of tingles. The head of his cock rubbed against her most sensitive spots. She grabbed at his shoulders, frantic to hang on as he took her close to the edge, amazed at how completely he filled her.

When he pulled back, he dragged his hard flesh over those same screaming nerves. Her heartbeat resounded in her ears. Bristol didn’t care if she ever took a deep breath again. The feel of his hands on her body, of his cock working back into her would keep her more than happy.

“You’re so tight. So…made for me right now. Take more.” His voice deepened with dark command.

No way she could have refused him. Instead, she lifted her legs around his hips and arched closer. “Yes.”

He wrapped his fingers even tighter around her hips and plunged forward again. He filled her once more, seeming to take up all the empty space inside her while relieving none of the ache. In fact, it only grew until her head swam with dizzying desire.

But he paid no heed, merely kept pressing in, squeezing another inch of his erection into her clenching flesh. He gritted his teeth, totally focused on her. Sweat dotted his temples as he shoved in yet another inch. Then a bit more.

Bristol gasped at the foreign sensation, as if he not only opened her body completely for the first time but owned it.

Finally, he tilted his hips down, fitting himself utterly against her, inside her. She writhed under him, at once frantic to end the maddening ache…yet make it last forever.

Jamie sucked in a couple of heaving breaths before he swooped down and stole into her mouth. He attacked her lips, claiming them as he withdrew his cock. She cried out in protest at his loss, but he swallowed the sound with his kiss. Then he stroked deep inside her again, stretching her to accommodate every bit of him, drowning her objection with more desire. He took down all her defenses.

He made her forget that Jamie Last-name-lacking was nothing but a fling who would be gone in a handful of days.

She didn’t know how to hold anything back when he thrust into her, falling into a deep, fast rhythm that made her ancient bedframe squeak, her old floors creak, her heart thunder, and her pleasure receptors overload. Everything about him called to her, from the slightly tangy flavor of his kiss, to his scorching palms roaming her overheated skin. With every stroke, he seemed to anchor himself deeper until she would have sworn that with the feverish rise of her orgasm, he was also unzipping her skin and turning her inside out, forcing her to show every bit of the vulnerability and need she’d rather hide.

Her headboard hit the wall. Thrill zipped through her as he filled her again.

He positioned her legs up and against her body, spreading her wider, allowing him deeper. “Wrap your hands around the headboard. Don’t let go.”

Her heart fluttered, skipped a beat, as she complied. His triumphant smile made the ache in her sex tighten. She clamped down on him. “I’m close.”

“Oh, honey. You have no idea how seriously I’m riding the edge.”

Bristol didn’t have a chance to say anything before he came at her again, his rhythm harder, faster, as if he’d allowed his need off a seriously tight leash. Every thrust told her that he didn’t have any intention of holding back anymore.

Frantically, she grabbed at the spindles of her old brass headboard, giving Jamie what he demanded. It felt good to give in, to surrender. He rewarded her with more pleasure. Sex with him felt like embracing a thunderstorm, riding a wild bronc. She absorbed him, savoring the rising crescendo of desire as every muscle in her body tightened for the imminent explosion.

“There you are. That’s it. Yeah.” He gritted his teeth, staring down into her eyes, the storm there stealing her breath. “Everything about you fucking turns me on. Come for me.”

She couldn’t have held back for anything. Blood rushed, tingles converged, the universe parted. Angels freaking wept.

As he tensed and slammed into her again, Bristol’s world crashed open, blotting out all but him. The pleasure that twisted her body wiped away everything in her head. The orgasm was too big to hold inside. She opened her mouth to beg Jamie for some way to handle the battering ram of ecstasy. The only sound that came out of her mouth was a low-pitched, animal wail.

He followed her with hammering strokes and a long, raspy growl that sounded an awful lot like her name as he shuddered.

Then he stopped, all but collapsing on his elbows above her. He planted his face in her neck, his panting breaths rolling over her skin.

 He’d stolen everything from her and made her feel as if she’d been run over by a train. She didn’t have the energy to even open her eyes, but she did let go of the headboard and wrap her arms around him.

“What the fuck was that?” he muttered.

“No idea.” And somehow she wondered if her world would ever be the same.

Jamie lifted his head, his dark eyes shining with mischief. “Whatever it was, we definitely have to do it again.”

Chapter Four

Bristol bent to bag a few cookies from the display case for Mrs. Barton’s three kids and swallowed back a moan of discomfort. But putting up with the occasional twinge was a small price to pay for the enormous pleasure Jamie had given her last night.

True to his word, after that first gotta-have-it rush, he’d slowed the pace down and loved her with finessed, insatiable perfection. As their damp bodies glided together in a furious passion, he’d taken her over and over, leaving her breathless and stunned…yet still aching for him.