Summer Heat (6 page)

She lay there for a few
seconds and he watched her, her breasts rising and falling with her deep
breaths, tiny shudders making her body quake in his arms. Then she opened her
eyes and looked at him, a satisfied smile gracing her beautiful face.

Aidan withdrew his
fingers and pulled her upright, keeping her situated on his lap.

If he thought about
charts, graphs or marketing plans, he might, just might, be able to control the
urge to come in his pants.

Until Melissa took his
soaked hand and licked her juices off his fingers. Riveted on her sucking and
the feel of her warm, wet mouth over him, he knew exactly what he wanted from
her.

But was she willing to
give it?

She pulled his fingers away
and licked her lips, then kissed him, sharing the taste of her sweet juices
with him.

“Damn you’re good at
that,” he said.

“At what?” she asked,
batting her lashes innocently.

“At sucking my
fingers.”

“Does it make you hot?”

“Hell, yes.”

Her lips curled in a
sensual smile that nearly knocked him off the bench. “Do you want me to suck
your cock like that?”

Holy fuck. She 
was
 willing
to give him what he craved.

Melissa trembled at the
dark response in Aidan’s eyes, unable to believe what had just happened.

Too much wine was the
culprit, no doubt. A hazy blanket fogged the common sense from her brain.

She shouldn’t be doing
what she’d been doing with Aidan. She shouldn’t have allowed him to touch her,
to kiss her, to give her that lightning quick orgasm. Remnants of the
overwhelming pleasure still burned inside her.

She shouldn’t want to
reach into his jeans and touch, lick and suck his cock.

But she did. She wanted
all that.

And more.

It had to be the wine.
At least that’s what she’d decided to blame it on.

“Well? Are you going to
answer me or not?” she asked, teasing him by licking the last vestiges of her
juices from her fingers. A part of her wondered who this wanton woman was who’d
just offered to give her new business partner a blow job. The other part of
her, the part she never set free, ignored the more reserved side and prodded
on.

“Do I really need to
answer? I think you know what I want.”

He showed her by
lifting her off his lap and situating himself on top of the picnic bench. He
leaned back on his hands, his crotch in perfect position for her mouth.

Never before had she
wanted to do something so outrageous as sucking a man’s cock in a public place.
After all, he was her business partner. But she wouldn’t think of that right now.
The wine muddled her brain, melting it like the heated night had melted her
inhibitions.

She wanted this.
Clearly, he did, too.

Besides, she wanted to
give him the same kind of pleasure he’d just given her. She wanted to make him
feel wild and out of control.

She stood and stepped
between his legs and the bench, her sundress nothing more than a wadded bunch
at her stomach. She couldn’t have cared less that her body was bared, nothing
more than a fine sheen of perspiration covering it.

Who was this wild woman
eager to give a man pleasure? Frosty Cross didn’t behave this way. Was it so
wrong to want to let go a bit? She’d let go earlier, and Aidan had taken her
places she’d never been before.

Careful, Melissa.
Remember what happened last time you let someone in your heart. The last time
you lost control, it cost you dearly.

But this wasn’t about
her heart, wasn’t about relationships and love. Aidan wanted one thing only
from her—hot, unbridled sex. What was so wrong about that? She was a healthy
woman who enjoyed sex as much as any man. As much as Aidan Storm seemed to.
This was what she wanted, and she was smart enough not to involve her heart.

Aidan reached for her.
“Come here. Kiss me.”

She leaned over and fit
her mouth over his, still surprised at the lightning shock that shot through
her every time she touched him. Her body moistened in response.

“Nice,” he murmured
against her lips, sliding his tongue against her bottom lip and nipping it
lightly with his teeth. She moaned against his mouth, rewarded with his sexy,
rumbling laugh.

He reached around and
grasped her buttocks, pulling her toward his erection. When she rocked against
him, he groaned.

Unable to resist
further, she slid her hands down his shirt-clad chest and over his rigid
abdomen, then halted at the waistband of his jeans.

“Don’t stop,” he said,
breathing heavily.

“Tell me what you want,
Aidan,” she urged, needing to hear it even though she already knew.

He fixed her with a
dark and dangerous stare that she read as a man on the edge.

Good. Just where she
wanted him. Because she intended to take him right over that edge, and then
some.

“You know what I want.
Give it to me.”

“Tsk, tsk, such an
impatient man.” Her fingers slid a little lower and rested on his zipper.
Already she could feel his heat surging through her fingertips, lighting fire
to her body.

“Don’t fuck with me,
Lissa,” he warned.

She laughed, a low and
husky sound that she couldn’t quite believe came from her. “I thought that’s
exactly what you wanted me to do.”

“Yeah, and we’ll get to
that. Right now, I want you to suck me.”

Her nipples tightened,
pleasure flooding between her legs. “Oh, I will, Aidan. But first…first I need
to touch you.”

The torture had lasted
long enough. For both of them. Unable to wait any longer, she moved her hand
down until she found his erection. Huge, both lengthy and thick, her gaze flew
up to his. “Wow.”

He laughed. “Thanks.”

Palming him, still not
quite able to believe his size, she pressed in and his erection jumped toward
her hand.

“Touch it.”

Further commands from
Aidan were unnecessary. He couldn’t have kept her from her exploration if he’d
tried. Making quick work of the button on his jeans, she slid the zipper down,
brushing against his straining erection as she did so. Her heart sped up, a
sense of urgency enveloping her. She grasped his shaft and pulled it free of
his clothing.

He helped her by
lifting his hips and sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs. His erection
sprang up and she stood back and admired him. Long, it had to be nearly nine
inches, and incredibly thick. Visions of him pounding inside her had her juices
flowing down her thighs.

“Stop doing that,” he
rasped.

“What?” Certainly above
average. Would it even fit inside her? For that matter, would she ever have the
chance to find out?

“Stop looking at it
like that. You’re gonna make me come before you ever get your mouth on it.”

Her lips curled in a
devilish smile. “Oh. We can’t have that, now can we?”

She stroked his length,
mesmerized when his cock jumped in her hand and burned her palms. Goosebumps
popped up on her skin.

“Wow.”

Aidan let loose a
guttural groan. “Lissa, stop.”

She let his erection
slide away from her fingers. “You want me to stop?”

“Fuck no. I want you to
touch it with your mouth. Quit teasing me.”

If she weren’t so fired
up about doing exactly as he asked, she’d have tormented him a few seconds
longer. But she couldn’t.

She sat on the bench in
front of him, grasping his shaft once again in her hands, adjusting to the way
it seemed to vibrate with a life of its own. She wanted to touch him all over,
to feel where his skin was soft and where it was covered with crisp, dark hair.
But not now. Now she needed to taste him.

She opened her mouth
and captured the tip of his penis. Thunder rumbled somewhere far off in the distance.
She licked the salty fluid that spilled onto her tongue. Aidan bucked his hips
and more of his delicious cock filled her mouth.

“Christ, Lissa!” Her
gaze met his and she triumphed at his clenched jaw and heavily lidded eyes.

Wanting more, she stood
and bent over him so he could watch her slide as much of him into her mouth as
she could hold. When he reached for her and caressed her hair, she moved her
mouth down until she could go no further. And still, there was more of him she
hadn’t tasted.

When she released his
cock he shuddered, his gaze riveted as she alternated stroking his shaft and
licking the tip. He tasted like hot, spicy sex, and she loved every second of
having him in her mouth. When she moved down and licked his balls he cursed in
French and nearly rocketed himself off the bench. Smooth, the twin satin sacs
tightened against his body. She laved them with her tongue until he begged her
to suck him.

From the way he moved,
she knew that he wasn’t going to last long, and even that thrilled her, knowing
she could take him this close to orgasm in a matter of minutes.

“Oh, man,” he mumbled
when she sucked him in deep and quickened her movements. He sat up and palmed
her face with his hands. She stilled her head and let him fuck her mouth, the sensation
unlike anything she’d experienced.

Sparks of intense
desire shot between her legs, and she instinctively reached down and slid her
fingers between her legs. Her pussy was soaked with the juices of her earlier
orgasm. She closed her eyes, imagining her body primed to receive his thick
cock.

Her strokes mirrored
his as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy in time to the thrusting
motions of his cock in her mouth. Tension built inside her like a gathering
storm, driving her toward the edge of reason.

“Yeah, baby, touch
yourself. Make yourself come,” Aidan whispered, now controlling the movements
of his cock in her mouth. She went with him, her fingers sliding deep inside
her heated core, nearly delirious in her desire to plummet over the edge with
him.

Listening to his groans
of pleasure heightened her own. Then it hit her, suddenly and without warning.
She moaned against his cock as the orgasm took her over, and he went with her,
a gush of fluid filling her mouth. She swallowed his come eagerly, a swirl of
incredible sensations sweeping through her as she climaxed.

After she’d licked and
sucked him until he started to grow soft, Aidan withdrew his shaft and pulled
her up against him, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. She grabbed for his
shoulders and held on tight, feeling dizzy and exhausted but more satisfied
than she’d ever been before.

“Well, 
cher
,
that was certainly a great way to end our night,” he whispered against her ear,
nipping gently at the lobe until she shivered.

“Yes, it was.” She
stifled a yawn and blinked twice to force her eyes to stay open. The
aftereffects of her orgasms and the wine she’d consumed had finally begun to
take their toll. She sank against him, grateful when he wrapped his arms around
her, helped her pull up her dress and led her back to his car.

The ride back was
silent, yet not uncomfortable. Melissa’s wine-soaked brain refused to realize
what she’d just done, and she wasn’t about to fight it. Ignorance was bliss, at
least temporarily.

By the time he pulled
up to the hotel she was nearly asleep, fighting desperately to focus her eyes.

“Do you want me to walk
you inside?”

She shook her head.
“No, I think I can find my room.”

He stepped out of the
car and went around to open her door. She grasped his hand, grateful that he
assisted her. Her limbs felt heavy and all she wanted to do right now was pass
out in her bed.

When she turned to say
goodnight he hauled her into his arms, her chest pressed against his. She
looked up at him and the smoldering look in his eyes had her body recharging
once again.

“I’m going to walk you
to your room.”

And what? Have a
reoccurrence of what she was already trying to forget had happened? No way.
“I’m fine. The doorman is right there and it’s your hotel, so you know it’s
safe. I’m really okay, Aidan, but I appreciate the offer.”

“I insist.”

“And I say no. Please.”

“All right. I had fun
tonight.”

“Me too.” Too much fun,
she feared. “Goodnight Aidan.” She pulled away and waved him off, then hurried
through the lobby doors.

The first vestiges of
guilt and horror at what she’d done tonight with a virtual stranger were
already wiggling their way into her conscience. She wanted to be sound asleep
before the full impact of her behavior reared its ugly head.

Not that it would
matter, she thought as she made her way to her room, throwing her purse on the
chair and stripping off her dress. She’d have to face it tomorrow.

As she slipped under
the cool sheets, her body still simmered with heat from Aidan’s touch. Like a
long, hot summer, she worried that nothing could cool the fire he’d flamed
inside her.

* * * * *

The alarm blared in
Melissa’s ears. How could it be time to get up already? She’d just gone to bed.
Or at least it seemed that way.

Pulling her head from
beneath the pillow, she managed to squeeze open one eye to check the time.

Damn. Damn, damn, and
double damn. It was time to get up.

Get up, take a shower,
and get ready to face Aidan.

The flush warming her
body as she padded into the bathroom had nothing to do with memories of his electrified
touch. This time it was the flame of mortification.

What the hell had she
been thinking? Better yet, 
who
 the hell had she been last
night?

Certainly not 
Frosty
Cross
. She’d never let go like that, never let her inhibitions fly away in
a storm of desire. Always cool, calm and in control, the woman she’d become in
Aidan’s arms was a complete opposite of the woman she’d thought herself to be.

The woman she 
wanted
 to
be. Poised, professional, crisp and impersonal. Instead she’d been wanton,
sexy, molten fire and had melted all over Aidan.