Jane filled up the tub and poured some of the bubble bath provided by the hotel into the water, then turned on the jets. Slipping into the hot water, she sighed with happiness as the heat soothed her sore feet and muscles. “Perfect,” she sighed and leaned back against the towel she was using as a head pillow.
Her thoughts drifted to Tony. This morning. The way he’d kissed her against the police station wall. And later…her reaction…!
A hand came up out of the water, covering her eyes. “I didn’t!” she groaned into the silence of the bathroom. Unfortunately, her words echoed against the marble walls, but no confirmation came back to her saying that she hadn’t acted like a sex-starved crazy person earlier in the day.
“How many times?!” she admonished herself. The school where she worked preached to the kids over and over again about how they needed to control their impulses. Saying stuff like that was all well and good, but once a teacher gets out into the world, the true test of their character is when they are able to follow through on their preaching.
Obviously, Jane was failing in her efforts to be a good role model to her students. Just one kiss from Tony and she lost all sense of decorum. Her self-control was definitely overrun by her impulses.
The sharp knock on her door startled her and her arm whipped away from her eyes. When she looked around, trying to think of who might be on the other side of the door, an image of a tall, muscular and obnoxious police detective popped into her mind.
Then she thought of Lillian and knew that it was more than likely her friend, and of all the times a woman needed guidance, this was the moment for Lillian. Perhaps just talking things out would help her.
“Hold on!” she called out and stepped out of the large tub. Grabbing the terrycloth robe the hotel provided, she hurried to the door, not wanting Lillian to be alone tonight if she was truly upset about whatever was going on with Phillip.
But it wasn’t Lillian standing in the doorway. Nor was it Becca or Tallia, wanting to watch a movie and relax for the night.
Nope. Tony was standing there, his eyes moving from her hair pinned up haphazardly on top of her head, over her makeup-free face, and all the way down over the untied robe to her pink tipped toenails.
“Detective!” she gasped, as he leaned a shoulder against the door jam.
As soon as the word slipped from her mouth, she saw the change in his expression. Gone was the lazy look and a determined expression hardened all of his handsome features.
“I told you what I was going to do if you called me that, honey.” He stepped into the suite, forcing her to step backwards. The robe wasn’t tied, was only held together by her hands gripping the edges. When he was fully inside, the door slammed closed with a kick of his boot.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded, her heart pounding as she saw the look in his eyes change. She stepped back again and again, feeling like a stalked animal as he moved into the suite.
He barely glanced around as he looked down at her.
“What’s my name, Jane?” he demanded. Quick as a whip, he reached out and grabbed the untied belt of her robe, pulling her relentlessly forward.
“Tony,” she whispered, hypnotized by his eyes. She should tell him to stop. She should say no. Jane was trying very hard to remember the admonitions the school administration repeated to the students throughout the school year.
Unfortunately, none of the school administrators had a good enough defense against the heat in Tony’s eyes. Jane certainly didn’t. None of the answers the school gave to the students seemed valid when she looked up into those heated eyes. Eyes that promised retribution for using his title instead of his name. Eyes that promised…everything!
“Glad you recognize me.” That heat traveled down over her robe as he pulled her closer and closer, twisting the terrycloth belt over and over his hand as he pulled her into his embrace. “Now, about that promise you made to me earlier this morning…”
She didn’t remember promising him anything. But then again, her mind wasn’t working too clearly at the moment. “Um…Tony…what did I…?”
“You promised to heat me up.”
Jane shook her head, knowing that she hadn’t said those words. “I never told you that I would…”
“You didn’t have to say the words specifically. Your body. Your kiss, made the promises.” He towered over her now and she shivered in anticipation. When his head came down closer, she felt her heart pounding. “Are you telling me you want me to leave?” he asked, his lips hovering just over hers.
She thought about it for perhaps a fraction of a second. She should. She should tell Tony to leave and not come back. He was dangerous. She could have this week with him, experience the intense pleasure of being in his arms. But at the end of the week, she’d have to go back to Seattle, back to her classroom and she just knew that Tony was going to break her heart.
But she didn’t say the words that would save her all of that heartbreak. Instead, she lifted up onto her toes and whispered the one thing she knew would break their self-imposed restrain. “Detective,” she whispered against his lips.
There was a fraction of a moment’s pause as he absorbed her word, saw her lips spread out into a sexy, challenging smile. Then he growled in response, his arms tugging her up the rest of the way. In a split second, he dropped the belt of her robe and pulled her against him, his mouth ravaging hers with a kiss so intense, she knew she’d burst into flames any moment.
“You smell like flowers, Jane,” he murmured as he buried his face in her hair, then nibbled the skin along her neck.
“Bath,” she breathed, her hands reaching up and tangling her fingers in his hair. “Your hair is very soft, Detective,” she teased.
Tony growled as he lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. “First of all, my hair might be soft, but nothing else about me is. And secondly, you’re going to pay for that!” And a moment later, the robe she hadn’t gotten around to tying was on the floor and he was lifting her up to place her in the middle of the bed. “You are gorgeous, Jane.” His hand lifted her leg, pulling her ankle so that he could see all of her. But her knees closed even as he pulled her legs apart.
When she looked up into his eyes, about to tell him to take off his clothes, the words got stuck in her throat because…well, he was looking at her. Really looking at her! And she felt warm all over. Warmer than the bath water she’d just abandoned when he’d knocked on the door. In fact, she felt overheated, just by the way he was looking at her.
His grin at her resistance helped release her inhibitions a bit. But they were too ingrained over a lifetime of trying to be the good girl.
“A bit shy?” he asked, then moved to lower himself over her. “That’s not going to last, Jane. Not even for the next few seconds.” And with that threat hanging in the air between them, he shifted his hips and he was between her legs.
Jane didn’t mind. Not a bit since he was distracting her by pinning her arms to her sides so he could look at her breasts. A moment before she was going to tell him to stop staring, that it was rude, he lowered his head and took one pink peak into his mouth. After that, she couldn’t remember any rules of polite society.
As his tongue lashed at her nipple, his teeth scraping along the skin, all she could do was arch her back and pray that her moans weren’t too annoying. She wouldn’t be able to stop them even if they were because…well, because he was tugging at her nipple now and that sent blasts of desire right down to her core. She lifted her hips, shifting them against him as she tried to find some sort of release to the tension that was driving her crazy.
“You have to stop!” she gasped and pulled her hands away from his, grabbing his head and trying to lift his head.
Tony’s only reaction was to laugh as he recaptured her hands, pinning them against the mattress. “Honey, I haven’t even gotten started.”
She whimpered, trying to scoot away from him. But that movement shifted her hips against the rough denim, his erection right there, hidden behind the material and she groaned. Lifting her hips again, she discovered that the sensation helped ease some of the brutal need that was making her crazy. “Tony, please…” she begged, and lifted her hips again, pressing herself against him. Over and over again, she pressed and shifted.
With a shake of his head and a growl, he stood up and literally tore his clothes off, tossing them away and unconcerned that the material had ripped. She’d fix that later. Jane barely had time to appreciate the corded muscles against his shoulders, the cut of his biceps or the corrugated plane of his stomach, but she did see the large, impressive shaft jutting upright from his groin. Licking her lips, she felt like she might just burst into flames if he didn’t come back to her.
“Now, Tony!” she whispered, feeling hotter and hotter.
He looked at her and, this time when he grabbed her ankle, she didn’t care what he saw of her body. As long as he came back to her, moved inside of her, that was her only priority. Inhibitions were gone. Need was her driving force and it was almost painful.
“You’re sure about this, Jane?” he asked as he rolled a condom down over his impressive length.
She stared at him for a moment, and shook her head. “You’re asking me this now?!” she laughed. “Tony…”
A moment later, he was back and she wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips up to meet him. She felt his erection, but he was pulling away from her, not giving her what she needed.
With a growl, she pushed at his shoulders until he was on his back. She was vaguely surprised that he allowed her to be on top, but she didn’t care enough to figure anything out. His motives for allowing her to be on top would have to be discovered later because at this particular moment, she needed him deep inside of her.
Bracing her hands on his stomach, she lifted her hips and positioned him at her opening. Breathing deeply, she took all of him into her body. Inch by beautiful inch, she lowered herself onto him until he was fully inside of her. At that moment, she closed her eyes, savoring the moment, enjoying him deep inside of her, full and hard and amazingly alive!
“You’re gorgeous, Jane!” he groaned. Lifting his hands, he cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples. “But if you don’t move, do something, I’m going to take over.”
She smiled down at him, unaware of how sensuous her expression looked. But she lifted her hips, ever so slightly, testing the movement. When the friction sent fissions of pleasure spiraling throughout her body, she sighed and moved back down. The next time, she lifted higher before taking all of him again. As she shifted against him, moving against his shaft, she felt as if she were on fire. The more she moved, the higher the pleasure, but also the desperate need increased with it. Closing her eyes, she moved against him, taking him as deep as she could before moving again. She experimented with different angles until she found one that worked perfectly, hitting all of the spots.
Tony just about lost it as he watched her pleasure herself. She was so strict, so prim and proper when she was dressed. But right now, as she moved against him, she was like a sensual goddess, demanding that he service her. And he loved it! He loved every moment as she pressed against him, shifted, her slick body making him crazy.
He took it as long as he could, but while watching her breasts move with every shift of her hips, he couldn’t hold back any longer. With one swift move, he wrapped his arm around her hips and lifted her up, tossing her onto her back. He didn’t even miss a beat, taking over the thrusting with him on top.
“What’s my name, Jane,” he asked as he pressed into her.
She gasped with the new position, her sweet fingers clenching his shoulders, her legs lifting higher so that he could sink deeper into her heat.
“Jane!” he practically shouted. “Say my name!”
She arched against him, whispering “Tony,” even as she moved her hips to his next thrust. Tony had to shake his head to mentally pull back, regain a bit of control. Somehow, the combination of her lips saying his name and the way she’d just moved her hips, her inner muscles tightening around him…he almost climaxed right then and there. But never before had he failed to give a woman pleasure and there was no way in hell he was going to let that happen with Jane. Although, he’d never had a problem with holding back before. There was just something about Jane that made him…crazed!
With every thrust, her thighs tightened around his waist. He knew she was close, and he shifted faster, leaning forward so that his abdomen was rubbing against that bundle of nerves.
He was just about to reach down to help her with his hand when her nails dug into his shoulders and she arched her whole body. He felt it then, her muscles tightening, her body throbbing around his shaft. With every ounce of his control, he held back even though the sight of her like this was about to blow his mind.
When she was well into her climax, only then did he allow himself to release his control. The sensations that hit him were overwhelming. Her writhing underneath him only increased the intensity of his climax and he shouted out her name as his own orgasm hit him. And kept on going. It was the most incredible thing, feeling her like this.
When it was all over, he collapsed against her, burying his face against her neck. Her soft arms wrapped around his neck and he knew that he’d just died and gone to heaven.
Until he heard her sniffling.
Lifting his head, he rested his weight on his elbows as he looked down at her beautiful face. “Jane, what’s wrong?” he asked as gently as he could. But they were both trying to get their breathing back under control after that whirlwind. Also, there was the incredible feeling of just being connected to her. Normally, he preferred to have sex and leave, not really a snuggling kind of guy.
But he couldn’t imagine leaving the warmth of Jane’s arms right now. Or ever, he thought.
Banishing that from his mind, because it was too crazy to contemplate, he focused everything on Jane. “What’s wrong, honey?” He shifted, gritting his teeth as he pulled away from her. He wanted to stay, to linger and enjoy her once again. Just thinking about the way she’d moved, her ravenous need for him made his body harden with lust all over again. “Did I hurt you?”
“No!” she gasped.
He kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back,” he told her, then disappeared into the bathroom to toss the condom. He rinsed off quickly, then came back to her, pulling her into his arms. “Talk to me, Jane. Tell me what I did wrong. I promise I won’t do it again.”
Jane laughed at his promise, but the sound came out like a hiccup. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Tony.” She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “In fact, you did everything right. It was beautiful. Just amazing.” She kissed the middle of his chest, feeling warm and protected in his arms. “I just…”
“You what?” he prompted when she hesitated. Moving lower, he looked into her eyes. “Jane, talk to me. Where did I hurt you?” he demanded, moving his hand lower to cup her.
She gasped and pushed his hand away. “Tony!”
He blinked, not sure what was wrong with him touching her so intimately. Not after what they’d just done. “Jane, we just had sex,” he stated emphatically. “Explosive, incredible sex.” He pulled her hand out of the way so his fingers could investigate. “Was I too rough?”
He moved, pressing her knees wider so he could look at her.
But Jane was having none of that. “Tony! Stop! You can’t…”
“Jane, just relax and let me look. If you’re…”
She laughed, trying to wiggle away from him now. “Tony, don’t you dare look at me down there!” She was halfway across the bed before his strong hand wrapped around her ankle, pulling her right back underneath his big body.
“Jane, you do realize that you just rode me like your personal…”
She slapped a hand over his mouth, stopping him from finishing his description of what she’d just done. “I didn’t do anything.” When she felt his tongue lick the palm of her hand, she whipped it away, trying to ignore the sensations that his tongue and teeth caused.
He threw back his head, laughing at her once again. “Jane, are you seriously going to lie underneath me, naked, ready to go again, and yet still tell me that you weren’t an active, enthusiastic participant in what we just did?” His smile grew and he lowered his head to kiss her lips. “And what we’re about to do again in just a few minutes.”
Her eyes widened as she realized that he was fully aroused again. “You want to…do all that? Again?” she asked, breathless and her eyes wide with hope.
“Hell yes!” he growled. “But this time, it’s going to be slower.” He kissed his way down her neck, lingering on her breasts. “And I’m going to be much more thorough.”
She held her breath, waiting for him to take her nipple into his mouth. When he hovered over the peak, she whimpered, her hands pulling his hair and tugging him down even as she lifted herself up, literally offering her breast to him to suckle and torment. When she felt his hot mouth over her nipple, she sighed. “Yes!”
“You know how hot it makes me when you pretend to be all prim and proper?” he teased, moving to the other breast while his thumb and forefinger teased the wet nipple his mouth had just abandoned.
“I’m not prim and proper.”
He laughed, but a moment later, he sucked her other nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth against the flesh. “You’re cold and proper one moment, then hot and spicy the next.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re imagining things,” she told him, her hands sliding over his shoulders.
He chuckled, moving his mouth lower, nibbling at the soft curve of her stomach. “You’re hot,” he countered.
“Tony?” she asked, moving her body against his.
“What?”
“Shut up,” she ordered, then rolled so that she was once again on top. And in this position, she gave him the same treatment he’d been doing to her, nibbling her way down his body until she came to that thick, fully aroused part of him. For long moments, she teased, just breathing over that part of him that was so strong and beautiful. But when his fingers tightened in her hair, starting to pull her back up, she wrapped her lips around his erection, flicking her tongue against the sides and just under the edge. She almost laughed when she heard him groan, but was too excited by what she was doing. The more noises he made, the more she teased and tormented him, her tongue moving around his shaft, her mouth moving up and down while her hand reached up to cup him lower. Her mouth moved higher, her other hand wrapping around the base and she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.
But Tony didn’t give her enough time to explore. She was just getting into a good rhythm when she heard a growl only moments before he lifted her up in the air. She found herself flat on her back, her legs spread wide and he didn’t give her even an ounce of warning before his mouth covered her, his lips sucking on that bundle of nerves. She screamed as a climax hit her faster and harder than she’d thought possible. It went on and on and then he slipped a finger into her heat. She just about rolled her eyes into the back of her head when that finger curled against the inside of her body and she was hit with another orgasm. Thankfully, this one wasn’t as strong, but she still held onto his head as her body arched against his mouth, throbbing with the pleasure he was giving her.
When it was all over, he stood up and rolled another condom over his shaft, then pulled her to the edge of the bed. Standing on the side of the bed, he thrust into her. Stopping when he was fully sheathed in her heat, he waited only long enough for her to open her eyes. “Tony,” she sighed, her hands floating down to the comforter.
But then he started thrusting and her fingers curled into fists. Trying to hold onto something, anything, as he thrust into her. The rhythmic thrusting was too much for her already primed body and she splintered into another orgasm only moments before he climaxed as well, holding her still as both of them absorbed the throbbing pleasure.
This time, when he disappeared into the bathroom, Jane curled up into a ball, trying to come to terms with what had just happened. She heard the toilet flush, and then the sounds of running water hit her.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have the energy to lift her head so that she could figure out what was going on. When strong arms lifted her up, she snuggled against his warm chest. “Tony, I don’t think…”
“Be quiet, Jane,” he ordered and carried her into the bathroom. She suddenly realized what he was doing and tried to wiggle out of his arms.
“Tony, the water will be cold!” she whispered, not having enough strength to put any force behind her words.
“Shush, Jane,” he said and stepped into the water. As he lowered both of them, she braced for the cold, but it was pleasantly warm.
Looking up into his handsome face, she smiled. “You drained it and put new water in,” she sighed, leaning her head against his broad shoulder. He settled them into the bubbles, her naked bottom against his strong legs. Jane smiled with happiness when he turned her so that she was straddling his hips, worried for a moment that he wanted to go again.
“Just relax,” he ordered when he saw the wariness in her eyes. A moment later, after he’d positioned her so that she was literally draped over his body, his strong hands kneaded the sore muscles in her back and shoulders.
“Oh, that feels incredible!” she mumbled, turning her head so that her nose was against his neck.
“I love your skin, Jane,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
She smiled sleepily. “Yours is pretty nice too.”
She felt as well as heard his rumbling chuckle, and then his big hands cupped the warm water, letting it drizzle down her back. “Feels good,” she mumbled.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, Jane.”
Jane might have agreed to his command, or maybe she just snuggled closer. She wasn’t sure. But her last thought before exhaustion took over was that this man could become pretty darn addictive.