Teasing the Wildcat by Mina Carter & Bethany J. Barnes (2 page)

Basking in the delicious heat coming
off of him, she took it for herself…reshaped it, fed it and added
to it…until what she returned to him was a barely contained
inferno. Ever the one to play with fire when it came to Roz, she
fanned the flames even higher. Rubbing against him sinuously, she
didn’t back down, but met him head on.

*

Roz shook his head. She wasn’t getting
off that easily. He tickled her again, then switched his position
slightly to pin her under him. It was easier to control her
squirming that way. As he moved, he pulled her leg up over his hip.
The action of his fingers against her ribcage made her wiggle and
buck, rubbing her crotch right against his straining
erection.

Hissing, he sucked in a breath between
his teeth. Dear Lady, he was hard. Even playing a child’s game,
there was no denying he was hot for her. Hell, she could’ve been
dressed in a garbage reclamation sack and he would’ve still found
her stunning. There was just something about her that called to
him, got under his skin and made him as hard as a rock.

Her laughter and squeals of protest
increased in both volume and intensity. She hadn’t been kidding
about a person being tickled not being able to control themselves.
Her face flushed and her eyes darkened as she appeared to become
aware of his reaction to her.

“
Can’t
breathe…please!”

Pausing, he spread his fingers wide
over her ribs holding her in place. There were much better things
he’d like to hear her beg for, so he decided to give her a
reprieve…and began a new sort of assault. His digits grazed the
underside of her breasts. He figured it was now her turn to suck in
a breath. Hunger for her hammered at Roz as she gazed up at him all
wide-eyed and utterly intoxicating.

“
Care to rephrase? I’m
pretty sure you did say…
anything.
Don’t try to get out of it now.”

There she is!
Roz watched in fascination as she switched from
trying to evade and escape to engage and entice. Similar to the
thrill of chasing down something wild, some rare creature…then
suddenly, have it turn to face the very thing hunting it. He
wondered who was hunting whom at the moment.

His little firebird stood
her ground…or rather stopped squirming to get away from him.
Instead, she tightened her leg around his hip and ground herself
against him. “
Anything—
is reserved for men that don’t talk about taking
more wives.”

He arched an eyebrow, enjoying the
verbal sparring just as much as the sensual touching. He never knew
where he stood with her, when she would melt in his arms, or react
differently. It was like holding a tiger by the tail…so utterly
addictive.

“
Well…I have a short
attention span. As long as you keep me occupied, why would I need
another wife?”

Something flashed in the depths of her
green eyes. Anger? Passion? He really pushed her
buttons.

“
Short attention span? So
now, I have to keep you occupied in order to stop you from taking
another wife?”

The glare she aimed at Roz had him
wondering if he’d gone too far in his teasing, until she snaked her
arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The first brush of her
full lips against his own sent his heart rate soaring into the
danger zone.

“
Buddy boy, when I’m
finished with you, you won’t have the energy to move, let alone
even
think
about
taking another wife. Besides…” she arched up, pressing her firm
breasts against his chest as she nibbled on his lips “…I’ve already
told you… I. Will. Not. Share. You.” Each word was emphasized with
a kiss, lick or nibble. “Ever.”

She bit his lip hard enough to sting,
but before he could pull back, her mouth opened beneath his. The
kiss she gave him scorched in its intensity and threatened to
consume him. Their tongues danced a mad tango together—sliding,
advancing and retreating. A quick flick here, a stabbing thrust
there.

He groaned and took over before she
could drive him over the edge. Crushing her soft mouth against his,
his continued to slide his tongue along hers. The roll of his hips
against her feminine core had the desired effect he wanted, and she
immediately stopped her teasing. He was male, a warrior…there was
only so much he could take.

“
Promise.
” His demand was a harsh
one, whispered against her lips as he divested her of her clothing.
It didn’t take long—she didn’t wear much in their quarters. In mere
seconds, she was spread naked beneath him, and he lost all power of
logical thought.

“
I promise, Angel.” Her
voice was breathless and so damned sexy. Her hands skimmed along
the muscles of his chest and abdomen, leaving a trail of fire in
their wake. She reached between them and caressed his throbbing
cock through the fabric of his combat pants. He pressed into her
hand, loving the way she touched him. “Get them off now…I want to
touch you,” she demanded, stroking harder.

He couldn’t get the pants off quick
enough. Rolling to his back, he pushed it down his hips and kicked
it off. He never wore underwear, a fact he’d never been happier
about as he dragged his wife on top of him, with a chuckle of
delight and desire.

“
Touch all you like,
sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

His cock jerked as she traced her
fingertips lightly along the shaft. She already knew every inch of
his body, but each time she touched him, it was as if she wanted to
commit every single detail to memory again. Enclosing his length in
her hand, she stroked him from tip to hilt, testing his will to let
her explore him. Sucking in a breath, he squeezed his eyes shut
when she cupped and caressed his balls.

“
Does that feel good?” He
felt her nuzzle the side of his neck a moment before she ran her
tongue from his collar bone to his ear. “I can make it feel
better.”

Another long, wet lick, but this one
slid along the edge of his jaw. All the while, her hands kept
moving, driving him to distraction, squeezing and stroking him with
infinite care. “Tell me what you want, baby,” she
teased.

Tell her what he
wants?
He could barely manage to think,
let alone marshal a sentence. A groan fell from his lips as he
wrapped her long hair around his fist, pulling her even closer to
him. “You. Touching me.”

Summer’s lips came down on his,
relieving him from having to say anymore. She kissed him deeply,
the way he loved. Hell, even her cute butterfly kisses made his
heart lose its normal rhythm, but when she kissed him like
this…well…she stole his heart and soul. Holding her tight, he lost
all sense of time and space beyond her.

The feel of her body rubbing all over
him was almost too much to bear. As she straddled his hips, he
could feel the heat and dampness from her hot little pussy. His
cock leapt, aching viciously at being so close to where it
belonged. Where it could stretch her until she cried out in ecstasy
from being filled…

Just as he reached for her, she moved.
Growling at her, he started in surprise when she shushed him.
“Shh…you said I could touch you all I like.” Her lips blazed a
trail down his chest, pausing to lick and suck at his flat nipple
until it stood at attention. Just like the rest of him, it begged
for her ministrations.

“
I like
very
much.” Rolling his
eyes back in his head, he clenched his teeth at the feel of her
mouth traveling down his body.

“
One hundred
twenty-seven…” she murmured along his tightened abs.

Her words took him by surprise. “Huh?
What?”

Her catlike eyes flashed up at him
from under long lashes, and a thick fall of blonde hair. Smiling,
she informed him, “That’s how many beauty marks—” Kiss. Lick. Nip.
“—you have. I’ve counted them all…know where each one
is.”

The fact that she knew such a small,
but intimate thing about his body filled Roz’s heart to bursting.
And the fact that she steadily worked her way down his stomach won
the approval of his straining cock. He went still as she flicked
her tongue along the blade of his hip.

“
And which one is your
favorite?”

Running her teeth along the same spot
she’d just licked, she glanced up again. Gripping him with her long
fingers, she was stroking him again. Feeling her breath on him, he
moaned and lifted up toward her, his body demanding her full
attention.

“
I have many. The one at
the corner of your mouth. The one above your lip. The one under
your left nipple.” Her free hand roamed up to pinch right above
said beauty mark. “I love all of them. You look as if an angel took
a handful of stars from the heavens and cast them upon you. You’re
so beautiful to me.”

His entire body shook when she finally
leaned in to run her tongue along his rigid shaft. She flirted with
his length, her lips and tongue torturing him before she swept
across the broad head. Fisting his hands in her hair, he fought the
urge to hold her still and thrust into her mouth. His control
frayed, even as he marveled at the depth of her love and
devotion.

Cursing, he threw his head back as her
hot, wet mouth settled over him. Everything centered on the
sensations she dragged out of him with each strong suck—each long
lick from base to tip. Brushing her hair back from her face, Roz
watched her take him deep into her mouth. The sight of her full
lips stretched wide around his thick cock pushed him to the limit
of his control. Her gaze met his as she moaned around him and
suckled him harder, deeper.

“
Fuck, that’s…oh Lady!”
His response was short and eloquent. He couldn’t take much of
this…this…torment. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes to shut
out the erotic images of his wife taking him deeper than she ever
had before. But it couldn’t be helped. His mind’s eye filled in all
the details from the delicious sensations she afforded
him.

Heat pooled in his balls and tightened
in a band of fire around his cock. The big vein on the underside
pulsed with his need. He was going to come. Grimly, he started to
recite the nine times tables in his head. He didn’t want this to
end so quickly.

Unbidden, his hips began thrusting up
to meet her hungry mouth as she continued working him. She shifted,
sliding her arm under his ass to hold on to him, her nails digging
into his skin. Her head bobbed as she sucked on his cock greedily,
as if she couldn’t get enough. If her moans were any indication,
she enjoyed this as much as he did. Okay…not even close, but she
acted as if she loved every minute of it.

He wanted it to go on forever, to
prolong it, but she urged him on with her every action. His eyes
almost crossed as she slid her mouth toward the tip of him and ran
her tongue around the rim of the swollen head before flicking the
sensitive slit at the end. Down she went again. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Up.

“
Fucking hell…” he gasped,
hitting the back of her throat.

She moved, lifting her bottom up into
the air as she rose to her knees. Ass in the air, head lowered over
him, she moaned again. “Mmm.”

Fuck me.
She sounded as if she were about to come, just
from sucking him off. The pleasure grew until it felt like his head
was going to literally come off. Gasping, he pulled her off of
him.

“
Sorry, babe. I can’t take
anymore.” He slowly pulled her up the length his body, enjoying the
slide of skin on skin as he tried to calm down. This was the
trouble whenever he was with Summer. He was like a green youth with
his first woman, ready to come within minutes. And each time it
would start over again, because he could never get enough of
her.

“
Umm…okay.” The way she
curled into him, without saying another word, made him do a double
take.

“
Hey, what’s wrong, baby?”
Tucking a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up so he could
see her.

“
You should’ve let me
finish. I
wanted
to. I love you, Roz. I wanted to make you feel the way…the
way you make me feel.” She smiled and caressed his face. Still, he
could sense something was off with her.

Suddenly, she buried her face in his
neck and muttered something he couldn’t quite discern. “What?” he
asked.

“
Nothing…I just said
you’ve turned me into a bloody nymphomaniac!”

He chuckled, a small delighted sound
as her confession fed his male pride. After all, what man didn’t
like to hear that his woman couldn’t get enough of him?

Carefully, and oh-so-slowly, he rolled
on top of her. He’d taken her in every position he could think of,
and in every location possible without getting caught by security.
But he liked nothing more than feeling her beneath him, sheltering
her from the rest of the world as they came together.

“
I love the way you make
me feel, sweetheart. Every time you touch me, you make me feel as
though I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Smoothing his hand down her thigh, he
hooked the back of her knee and drew her leg up. A quick shift of
his hips and he was there, the broad head of his cock pressed
against the hot, slick entrance to her body. With a groan, he sank
into her.