Wine, Tarts & Sex

Nineteen

“You were unbelievably polite,” Liv murmured as she walked toward her bed and Jake shut the bedroom door behind him. “Thanks.”

“How long could charades last? I figured. Who knew,” he said with a scowl. “But-hey-it’s over, and you’re my prize.”

“At least Shelly and Janie had fun,” Liv murmured, dropping backward onto her bed in free fall.

“That’s because Janie loves to be center stage. I don’t know about Shelly. What’s her problem?”

“She’s a frustrated drama queen. She used to perform in local theater before her job began to consume her. But she makes tons of money, so there’s compensation for her long hours.”

“She was up here pretty early tonight.”

“And we both know why.”

He smiled. “Just checking.”

“You can’t blame her. I haven’t been in seclusion like this before.”

His brows rose. “Ever?”

“I should say no, but I lie so poorly, so yes. I do not as a rule engage in unending, unremitting, till-the-cows-come-home sex. I have no explanation.”

“That makes two of us.”

Her brows rose.

“All of the above, okay?”

“I shouldn’t be pleased, but I am. I thought perhaps you were just referring to not having an explanation.”

“I have a busy life, babe. Fucking nonstop isn’t part of my normal schedule. Not when I have to get out three hundred meals in two restaurants every night.”

“That’s nice,” she murmured, smiling.

He’d never seen such a sexy smile. Correction: all her smiles were sexy, which meant he was obviously crazed. And liable to walk over the edge if he wasn’t careful. Shit, shit, shit.

Striding to a chair across the room, he dropped into it. He needed to distance himself from the object of his obsession, try to arrive at some rational explanation for what the hell was going on, and-mostly-talk himself into leaving.

“What are you doing over there? You’re too far away,” Liv murmured soft as silk, ignoring his sulky gaze, slowly unzipping her shorts.

“Fucking witch,” he muttered, but he was smiling.

“If we’re talking witchcraft, I empathize completely. And I don’t even believe in that hocus-pocus. But whatever ’s going on here is unreal.”

“No shit. I’m gonna wear myself out fucking you.”

"While I have to think about actually going to work again someday.”

“This is crazy,” he said with a sigh.

“I agree.”

But she’d slipped her shorts down her legs as she’d spoken, and her little white lace panties with the purple bows were fully engaging his attention. He lifted his chin the merest distance. “Take them off,” he said, gruffly.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You don’t have a choice.”

“You’re going to make me?” she whispered.

“No doubt in my mind.”

“I’m getting really wet from you talking like that.”

“Good. It’ll make it easier to slide my cock into your tight little cunt.” He reached for the zipper on his jeans. “Come here.”

She should have at least hesitated, but he’d pulled out his erection that was swelling before her eyes and her addictive senses wouldn’t allow her to equivocate.

“That’s a good girl,” he said with a tight-lipped smile as she slipped off her panties and rose from the bed, his mood further darkening as he wondered if she was equally obliging to every guy who showed up in her bedroom. “Bring that ripe, juicy cunt over here where it’ll do me some good.”

“Or where you’ll do me some good.” His taunting tone struck a raw nerve.

“That’s a given. You can’t ever get enough, can you?”

She could have explained that he was the exception, that not getting enough was unique to him. But she didn’t feel like explaining when he was appraising her like she was a commodity or a means to an end. Or a convenience for his present lecherous appetites. “Don’t look at me like that,” she said sulkily, stopping before she reached him.

“Don’t tell me don’t,” he said, lunging forward, grabbing her wrist, and jerking her forward.

She struggled against his hold. “I’ll scream and embarrass you or-” Her words died in her throat. He’d jammed two fingers palm-deep up her vagina.

“Or what, sweetheart?” he whispered, gently moving his fingers inside her. “Maybe come in the next few seconds?” She was wetter than wet, her clit engorged and rampant, her breathing labored: all the signs of an approaching orgasm so familiar to him right there under his fingertips. He could have stopped what he was doing and leveled the playing field. And if he hadn’t been slave to his own ungovernable desires, he might have. But he didn’t want to give her a chance to resist. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. Without restraint or limits. Persistently, unremittingly. Now.

He reached for a condom even before the last quivering flutters of her climax quieted. Ripping the packet open with his teeth, he lifted her unresisting body and seated her on his knees. As she drifted in that half world of postcoital enchantment, he sheathed his cock with record speed, swept her up once again, and deposited her on his throbbing dick in one fell swoop.

There was no question about leisurely sex this time. He raised and lowered her on his erection at breakneck speed, his biceps and pecs flexing and contracting with brute power, her pliant, yielding flesh engulfing him in snug, blissful welcome. Toward the end, she was beginning to pick up the pace on her own, but he didn’t feel like waiting. His demons wouldn’t allow it. He came in a selfish, pissed-off, jet-propelled, slam-bang orgasm.

Seconds later, nostrils flaring, they confronted each other at close range.

“Thanks for nothing,” she spat, her face only inches away.

“Don’t worry,” he said, insolently. “The night’s still young.”

“What makes you think you’re staying the night?”

“This,” he said, shoving his hand down between them and brushing her clit with a featherlight touch. “This little baby wants more.”

She shut her eyes against the feverish rapture, calling herself every name in the book for not having any sense of propriety or self-discipline when it came to Jake Chambers. Damn him! Try as she might, she couldn’t resist; worse, she could feel tears welling in her eyes because she wanted him and didn’t want to want him this dreadfully. Great-now she was going to cry like a baby over sex!

She tried to think of something else in an effort to quell her tears.

But considering her current position, it was hard to think of anything but the fact that his cock was still inside her. She wanted it there. And she was an idiot.

He saw the tears when she opened her eyes and felt instant remorse.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing away the wetness spilling down her cheeks. “You’re driving me crazy, and I’m taking it out on you.” Holding her close, he gently kissed her eyelids and nose and lips. “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make it all go away. I promise.”

She sniffled and tried to smile and eventually slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back because she could no more subdue her screwy, fanatical feelings than he.

“Tell me you forgive me,” he murmured sometime later, tracing the pale curve of her brow with his fingertip.

She nodded and blew out a small breath. “You should go, but I don’t want you to go, and I don’t have a clue why. Maybe we could just agree this is beyond reason and leave it at that.”

“Agreed.” He would have agreed that the world was flat if she’d smile again.

“Okay.” She smiled-a weather-permitting smile, but nevertheless a smile. “Would it be my turn again, then?”

“It’s your turn all night if you wish.” He suddenly felt unburdened, swept away by an unalloyed sense of well-being and good cheer. “Consider me at your disposal.”

“Oh my God. Did you feel that?” Her vagina had done a quick little tango step at that remark about him being at her disposal.

“Yep.” How could he not with the strength of that vaginal flourish moving up his cock. “Give me a few seconds to clean up,” he said, lifting her off his lap, “and then we’ll see about sweet-talking your little pussy into an orgasm or two.”

He was a master of sweet talk as it turned out.

Although darling Livvi had a certain competence when it came to sexual address, too.

And the remainder of the night was given over to a particularly endearing and affectionate form of communication.