Chapter Three
For a first-time stud for hire, David was a truly terrific kisser.
Sarah kept losing herself to the gentle demand of his lips, the hot sweep of his inquisitive tongue. Every time she told herself to move things along, get to the good stuff, she stopped herself with the realization that this was the good stuff. The swamping kisses that ratcheted the lust higher by degrees until she was panting and hot, ready for anything.
She had no idea how much time passed but it seemed like ages before Sarah could bring herself to draw back and regain her breath. They were both still fully dressed. That was an irritant Sarah was no longer willing to endure.
Reluctantly, she stepped out of David’s embrace and turned. Without issuing a verbal invitation, Sarah headed for the bedroom and its king bed covered in a magenta-and-gold quilt and a mess of throw pillows. She was aware of David’s intense focus on her as she parted the side zipper on her dress and let it slip from her shoulders. She was confident she looked good in the gauzy black lingerie and thigh-high stockings, complete with garter belt and heels. Her mother had taught her the importance of watching what she ate and Sarah enjoyed working out. At thirty-three she had the same body she’d had ten years ago.
She rarely showed it off anymore. Two failed engagements, one that had ended only a year ago, had made her gun-shy when it came to men. But this wasn’t a potential relationship, this was a transaction. There was no chance she’d get hurt here, so Sarah enjoyed the appreciation in David’s assessment as she stripped, relished the haste she sensed in his strides as he followed her into the bedroom.
From the doorway, he said, his voice husky, “I forgive myself.” Sarah glanced at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. His perusal blazed a trail over her body that left gooseflesh. “This is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but you are bloody perfect. So I forgive myself.”
Sarah delighted in the rough compliment, her curiosity about this man digging a little deeper. He really was wrestling with the whole sex-for-cash thing. Thank goodness the fiscal details had been handled by his agent—or madam, whatever she was called. Sarah couldn’t imagine David nonchalantly slipping a roll of fifties into his suit jacket.
Speaking of which, she wanted his off. She needed to see if those broad shoulders of his were as solid and strong as they had felt through the layers of fabric. “Take off your coat.”
His lips quirked as he pushed off the doorjamb with his shoulder and prowled into the room. He slipped off his suit jacket and laid it across a chair in the corner. He went automatically for his tie then stopped. He met her gaze. “This too?”
Between Sarah’s thighs, damp heat flared. “Yes,” she rasped.
Sarah watched, captivated, as David slowly undid his tie and slipped it off. The slide of silk made a faint whoosh in the silence that tantalized Sarah’s senses. When he made no move to release any of the buttons on his shirt, her nipples became pained peaks. He was going to make her push for all of it. She wouldn’t have thought that would make her so hot.
“Unbutton your shirt and take it off.”
The first glimpse of brown skin at his throat make her knees weaken. Sarah sat on the bed, hoping she appeared more nonchalant than she was as she watched him. There was a patch of dark hair in the center of his chest. As he released more of the buttons, Sarah followed its path downward with her eyes, until the tantalizing strip disappeared beneath his waistline.
She saw the telltale bulge behind his fly and her mouth watered. Holding off on making the demand that leapt to her tongue, Sarah settled for drinking in the sight of him shirtless.
He was incredible. Steely muscle overlaid by golden flesh and that fine peppering of masculine hair. He hadn’t built that body in a gym, the definition wasn’t orderly. But he was strong everywhere and so male in a way that was raw, not carefully sculpted. Sarah couldn’t believe her luck in being sent this man. He was hers for the night, and the realization made her pussy contract in anticipation.
“Sarah.” The rough edge in his voice made her meet his eyes again. The passion she saw swirling there took her breath. “Keep staring at me like that and I can’t promise I’ll continue to be so polite.”
His warning increased her arousal tenfold. He might be allowing her to lead but her mastery of the situation was tenuous. It made the idea of commanding his actions all the more exciting. “Come over here and kiss me again.”
Pushing out an uneven sigh, David advanced. He leaned over her like a beautiful threat and twined strong fingers around her neck. When his lips were an inch from hers Sarah raised her hand and put her fingers against his mouth. If he kissed her like he had out in the living room she’d lose control of herself completely.
Her heart thundered as she issued her next order. “Not on the mouth. Everywhere else.”
His breath was hot on her fingertips as he groaned. The look he gave her singed her where she sat. He nipped lightly at the pads of her fingers before releasing them and lowering his face to her throat.
The stubble was a delicious scrape against the sensitive skin there, the soft abrasion quickly soothed by the warmth of David’s tongue swirling over her thumping pulse point. He sucked her flesh into his mouth, as though he wanted to taste every layer of flavor she had to offer. Then he moved lower, working his way over her collarbone until he encountered the strap of her bra.
He lifted his head, holding her gaze as he slipped the strap down her shoulder. Her breasts were so swollen that the slightest shift of that fine fabric made the taut crest pop out of its confines. His breath fanned over it, hot and tantalizing. “Would you like me to kiss you here?”
“God, yes.”
“Soft or hard?”
She’d never been asked anything like it before. In her experience men simply saw what they wanted and took it. Sometimes she enjoyed the consequences, sometimes not. What do you want, Sarah? He’ll give you anything. The thought make her inner self pulse and flood. “Brush your lips against me, softly. Then use your tongue.”
The first stroke across her sensitized tip made Sarah fall back on her elbows. She watched, rapt, as David teased her with those velvety lips and the fine graze of his stubbled jaw. Then he stuck out his tongue and bathed her in liquid warmth.
“Oh yes.” Sarah couldn’t tear her concentration from the sensuous sight of David working her nipple slowly and gently into a firm bud of pure carnal need. He did it exactly as she’d asked. Exactly. Testing the extent of her power, she commanded, “Harder now. Suck me.”
He did as she said, taking her deep into the hot recesses of his mouth and suckling hungrily. Sarah arched, wanting more of the devouring caress. David cupped her breast in one hand, holding her still so he could focus his attention solely on the now-rigid tip.
“God, David,” Sarah panted. “The other one now. Hurry.”
His lips curved against her tortured flesh and she knew she’d sounded more desperate than bossy. He transferred his ministrations to her other breast, giving it the same treatment until Sarah was writhing beneath the onslaught. She clamped her legs around David’s thigh where it rested between hers on the bed. She needed contact there, pressure. She needed…
As good as mind reading, David slid his hand downward, covering her sex through her flimsy French underwear. He gave the needy folds a little teasing massage. “Like this?”
“Use your mouth on me there too.” Any awkwardness about issuing orders in the bedroom was fast slipping away. “I need an orgasm, David. From you.”
It had been too long since she’d had one by any other means than her own fingers. Sarah’s belly fluttered as David trailed kisses over her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel, swirling it over the slight protrusion of her hipbone. He was teasing her mercilessly. “Hurry, David.”
“No.” It was the first time he’d openly defied her. He grasped the waistband of her panties and started slipping them down her thighs, so slowly Sarah was bitten by the urge to tell him to rip them off. “You’re too lovely to rush, Sarah.”
Sarah had been thrown many compliments before but the way David said she was lovely, as if he truly meant it, made her heart sigh a little. God, he’s good. “Kiss me.”
Slowly, David caressed her thighs as he stared at the juncture of them. His lips quirked. “Soft or hard?”
“David.”
“Do you want my tongue on your clit or is it too sensitive?”
Sarah bit down on her frustration. That actually wasn’t a bad question. “It’s a little too sensitive at first. Direct contact is…” David lowered his head and then the damp stroke of his tongue moved over her outer lips, warming them and making Sarah’s lower body rock in a steady rhythm. “Yes… There… Like that.”
His sigh of pleasure brushed over her damp lips and teased the button between them, making it quiver. When David pushed a finger partway into her, Sarah bucked in response. “Yes, I want your tongue there, buried deep inside me.”
David groaned. When Sarah met his gaze she saw the dangerous levels of lust barely banked in the dark orbs. He removed his finger from her channel and lifted it to his mouth to suck at the juices he’d collected, sighing as if he were devouring the finest chocolate.
Sarah was panting with need when he abruptly spoke. “Wait right there.”
Then he turned and strode out of the room.
It took Sarah a few seconds to gather her wits. “Hey!”
He returned quickly, out of breath from running back to her. His chest rose and fell in rapid puffs. He now held the champagne bottle. When he saw the expression on her face, he smiled. “Impatient one, aren’t you?”
The way she’d lived, Sarah had rarely had to exhibit patience. “Cheeky one, aren’t you?” she countered. “You were right in the middle of something but you stopped because you were thirsty?”
“No, because I thought you might be.”
David sauntered over then handed her the bottle. All that harsh breathing had taken a toll on her throat, so she took a sip of the fine drink. Cristal from the bottle—her mother would be appalled. Not that Sarah was ever likely to tell her.
With feral interest, David watched the way her lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle. His hands went to the snap at the waistband of his trousers, releasing it and lowering the zipper. Sarah drank more, engrossed by the sight of David shucking his pants to reveal plain blue cotton boxers.
A smile formed. No ludicrous leopard-print briefs for David.
“What’s funny?”
“Not funny.” There was nothing laughable about the size of that tent in his shorts. “Pleasing.”
A touch of shyness colored his smile and Sarah’s heart performed that little squeeze that was both good and terribly bad. Sarah steeled herself against the way it beat faster, trying to maintain composure. This is sex, Sarah. Stop letting your heart go pitter-patter.
“Take those off too,” she commanded. “I want to see you naked.”
Watching her steadily, David took the bottle of champagne back and downed a swallow before responding. “If you take down your hair.”
“You first.”
He took another swig of the alcohol before placing it on the floor at his feet. “How about we do this…simultaneously.”
There was nothing shy in the smile that accompanied that suggestion. His eyes sparkled with the promise of mischief and bone-deep satisfaction. Everything below Sarah’s waist buzzed with anticipation, robbing her of the will to continue with their game of back-and-forth. The only back-and-forth she wanted right now was the slide of David’s tongue in and out of her aching pussy.
Without another word, Sarah reached behind her head for the pins holding her twist in place. She pulled them out, one by one. David watched as keenly as if she were undressing her body instead of her hair. As the first locks fell onto her shoulders, he groaned and reached for his boxers, sliding them over the obstruction of his swollen member and letting them drop to the floor.
Sarah’s breath left her. He was so swollen, so flushed and excited already. With her last fiancé Brent, she’d had to put in a lot of work to get him to this stage, even in the beginning. Later, after she’d discovered his penchant for screwing twenty-two-year-old bimbos over his office desk, he’d blamed her for his lack of interest. How can any man be turned-on by such a cold, castrating bitch?
Shoving that unwelcome memory to the back of her mind, Sarah reached out and touched David, sliding her fingertips along his engorged length in fascination. She wasn’t cold with David and the response was apparently mutual. “You really want me.”
“Is it that obvious?” David quipped, grasping her wrist and stilling her explorations. “You’d better stop. You don’t want that to go off in your hand.”
“Perhaps I do.”
Shaking his head, David cast off her touch, closing his eyes briefly, showing how it cost him to do it. Then he lowered to his knees. “As you pointed out, I was in the middle of something.”
He never took his gaze off hers as he once again raised the champagne to his lips and took a healthy swallow. Then he bent his head to the still-throbbing place between her parted thighs. This time his tongue was cool as it bathed her fevered lips, and the contrast of temperatures made Sarah gasp in surprised delight.
He laved her with that talented tongue, avoiding the sensitized nub buried amongst her folds. His kiss was exquisite, hypnotizing. Sarah rocked her hips slowly, encouraging him. When he dipped his tongue inside her channel, she gripped the bed sheets tight. He darted in and out, teasing and tasting with the flick of his tongue.
When the nudge of something cold and inflexible probed her wet opening, Sarah’s eyelids flew upward. David watched her face as he slowly inserted the long, narrow neck of the Cristal into her wet pussy. “What are you doing?”
“Just playing.” He moved the bottle in and out experimentally. “You don’t like it? Say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Umm…” Sarah moved her body conducting a little experiment of her own as the smooth glass caressed her inner muscles. The ridges at the lip of the bottle added an interesting dimension to the unexpected pleasure. Sarah gasped when the tip bumped a place deep inside and some of the cool liquid spilled into her. “Oh!”
David continued using slow strokes that made the bubbly drink fill her feminine spaces. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” The champagne bubbles tingled cool against her hot inner flesh. Sarah had never known a sensation like it. Instinctively she moved to match the bottle’s entry, bearing down on it when David pushed it into her body.
“God, Sarah.” He watched her movements, the place where the bottle entered her, with rapt fascination. “You’re so beautiful.”
Finally he removed the bottle and set it aside.
Then Sarah cried out in surprise and relief as he lowered his head and drank from her.