His voice was tight and hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She curled her hands at her sides. “You’re trying to ruin this. You want to keep this from being
“It’s isn’t important.” The mattress sagged under his weight. He covered her body with his own, and reached beneath them to tug off her panties. “It’s fun. That’s all.” His fingers found her, their touch almost clinical. “Do you like the way this feels?”
“Stop it.”
“How do you want it? Fast? Slow? Tell me how you want it, babe.”
“I want flowers,” she whispered. “I wanted you to touch my body with flowers.”
A shudder passed through him. He rolled away from her with a muffled curse and lay on his back staring up at the night through the skylight. She didn’t understand him at all.
“Why do you want to hurt me?” she asked.
He reached out and touched her hand. “If I were a better man…But I’m not.” He turned toward her and gently traced the curve of her shoulder with his fingers. “All right, baby,” he whispered. “No more games. Let’s do it right.”
His mouth found hers in a soft, tender kiss that melted the great chill inside her. It wasn’t anything like their kisses on camera. Their noses bumped. He opened his mouth and closed it over hers, the sound sweet and sloppy. His tongue slipped past the barrier of her teeth, where she touched it with her own. It was wet and rough and perfect. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him so close she could feel his heartbeat with her breast.
Finally he drew back. His fingers played in her hair, and his eyes gazed gently down at her. “I don’t have any flowers,” he whispered, “so I’ll have to touch you with something else.” He dipped his head and caught her nipple in his mouth. It swelled beneath his tongue, and she moaned as waves of pleasure washed through her.
Like a lazy cowboy with all the time in the world, he roamed her body with his hands. His kisses trailed over her stomach while he stroked her thighs, setting fires in all the empty spaces inside her. Then he drew up her knees and gently pushed them apart.
Moonlight washing through the skylight painted silvery shadows on his back. His fingers played at the tight web of curls. Gently he opened her. “Flower petals,” he whispered. “I found them.” And then he covered her with his soft, sulky mouth.
The feeling was like nothing she’d ever imagined. She called his name, but whether out loud or only in her mind, she didn’t know. Spirals of pleasure whirled inside her, throwing off sparkling pinwheels that glowed brighter and hotter, ready to explode. “No…”
Her strangled cry made him look up, but she couldn’t think how to tell him that she didn’t want to go on this flight by herself. He smiled and slid his body beside hers. “Give up?” he murmured, his voice sexy, teasing, and absolutely irresistible.
She felt the strong outline of him against her thigh and slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his briefs. He was smooth and hard as a shaft of marble, and he let out a soft gasp as her fingers closed around him.
“What’s the matter, cowboy?” she whispered. “Can’t you take it?”
His breathing came in soft, sudden gasps. “Doesn’t…affect me…one way or the other.”
She laughed and eased herself up to see him better. Her hair brushed his chest. She peeled his briefs off and experimented with the power of her touch. Here…there…here again. She stroked with the end of her finger, the pad of her thumb, a lock of her hair. Finally she touched him with the tip of her tongue.
His cry was hoarse and deep.
She licked him like a cat as a deep, fierce joy at the power she possessed swelled inside her. His hands settled around her shoulders, and he pulled her to his chest.
“I give up,” he said hoarsely, nibbling at her bottom lip.
“Quitter,” she murmured.
His fingers went to her breast and squeezed her nipple. “Looks like I’m going to have to remind you who’s the boss.”
“Good luck with that.” She touched his crooked tooth with the tip of her tongue.
“The lady’s a slow learner.” He covered her with the lean length of his body. “Open up, baby. You’re about to meet your master.”
She opened for him gladly, burning to receive him. To love him. She laughed up into smoky-blue eyes that were bright with desire.
Jake heard the sweet, soft woman’s sound coming from deep in her throat, and it seared the edges of his soul. Gazing into her eyes, he wordlessly begged her to hold something back, but she smiled all her love up at him, and the softness in her face sliced him in two. He pushed himself deep within her. He hadn’t expected her to be so tight. He hadn’t expected…
She let out a small cry. “Finally…” she whispered.
It could have meant anything, but he felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. “Flower…My God…” He began to pull away, but she dug her fingers into his buttocks.
“No,” she cried. “If you do, I’ll never forgive you.”
He wanted to throw back his head and howl over his stupidity. Despite Belinda’s lies and Fleur’s own false boasts, he should have known she was a virgin. He should have scared her away as he’d intended to, but corruption of the innocent was his specialty, and he’d been too damned selfish.
He felt her chorus-girl legs wind around his own, felt her pulling him more deeply inside, even though it had to hurt her. He couldn’t find the strength to hurt her more by drawing away. Summoning all his will, he held himself still, giving her time to grow accustomed to his size. “I’m sorry, Flower. I didn’t know.”
She moved her hips, trying to draw him tighter.
He stroked her hair, played at her lips. “Give it a minute,” he whispered.
“I’m okay.”
He wondered how he could stay so hard inside her. Jake Koranda, king of the shit heads. Still hard as a pike. Sticking it to the kid with the big eyes.
He buried his head in her neck and tangled his fingers in her hair and began moving gently inside her. She shuddered. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
He stopped at once. “Hurt?”
“No,” she gasped. “Please-”
He drew back so he could see her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted, not with pain, but with passion. He lifted his hips and stroked, deep and long inside her. Once…twice…He watched her shatter beneath him.
He calmed her through the aftershocks. Finally her eyes drifted open, unfocused, and then gradually clearing. She murmured something he couldn’t make out, then she smiled up at him. “Wonderful,” she whispered.
He couldn’t hold back his smile. “Glad you were pleased.”
“I didn’t imagine it would be quite so-so-”
“Boring?”
She laughed.
“Tedious?” he suggested.
“Not exactly the words I’m looking for.”
“How about-”
“Stupendous,” she offered. “Colossal.”
“Flower?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re not exactly done yet.”
“We’re not-” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh.”
He watched as her comprehension changed to embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry,” she said with a stutter. “I didn’t mean to be a pig or anything. I didn’t know-I mean…” Her voice trailed miserably away.
He tugged on her earlobe with his lips. “You can doze off now if you want to,” he whispered. “Read a book or something. I’ll try not to bother you.” Once again he began to move inside her. He felt her body relax and then gradually grow tense again. Her fingers dug into his sides. She was so soft and good, so sweet…
