After the Morning After (4 page)

“Why didn’t you ever ask me, Victoria? Why didn’t you return my phone calls? I wanted to explain. Hell, I needed to.”

Victoria swallowed, and her gaze slid away from his in guilt for a second. “I’m asking now,” she said softly.

“Yes, but only because I’m here and forcing you to. Tell the truth, Vick,” he said and stepped closer. “If I weren’t here now forcing the issue, you would have just gone on with your life without ever addressing what happened all those months ago
—both on the job and in that hotel room.” When she remained silent, he had his answer. “That’s what I thought,” he said as he palmed her shoulders.

Breath shallow from his nearness, Victoria put her hands on his chest, whether to push him away or bring him closer, she’d never know, because he bent his head and covered her mouth with his, his tongue wasting no time in gaining entry between her lips. She didn’t fight him. She kissed him back, sucking his tongue farther into her mouth while her fingers curled into his shirt to pull him closer. There was no point in fighting it when she wanted it so badly.

The kiss was greedy and long overdue.

Jay moaned when she bit his tongue and then sucked on it some more. She’d been the same that long ago night
—rough and greedy. Victoria knew he’d been surprised, but thrilled to finally have found a woman who could keep up with him and his appetites. Both of their appetites had been ravenous that night, just as they were on the verge of at that moment.

Jay eased back and leaned his forehead on hers. “Wait a minute. First things first, Doc,” he said between huffing breaths.

Victoria had been pressing more kisses to his mouth, and now she frowned. “What do you mean?” she asked and shivered when she felt him breathe in the scent of her hair. He’d done that a lot that last night that they’d been together.

“I came here to talk to you about a business proposition,” he said right before he bit her bottom lip and sucked it between his teeth.

Victoria’s brow furrowed in confusion. “A business proposition? What are you talking about?” She moved her hands to his waist, where her fingers gripped for balance.

“I’ll get to that in a minute,” he murmured between kisses on her neck. “Did you ever wonder why I was in that hotel bar that night, Vick? No, no,” he chastised her and tightened his grip as he kissed her some more. “Don’t stiffen up on me now.”

Victoria’s eyes fell closed, and she dug her fingers into his waist when his lips closed around her nipple through her blouse and camisole. She tried to pay attention to what he was saying, and found it even more difficult when one of his hands slid up her thigh.

“I was at the bar that night because I wanted to get drunk,” Jay admitted. “I’d made up my mind to turn in my resignation, and I was celebrating. In you walked like a breath of fresh air looking beautiful and tragic with your glistening dark skin and heartbroken eyes, and I was lost. I’d wanted to approach you since my first day here, but you gave off that unmistakable air of hands-off, so I stayed away. When you walked into that bar, though”
—he paused to unbutton her blouse and kiss her lips—“I tell you…mmm.” Whatever he’d been about to say got swallowed in another kiss she’d initiated, but he never lost track of his goal and smoothly eased one of her breasts from her bra. “Hmm, I felt like the luckiest bastard on earth.” He kissed a trail down her neck, growling when she let her head fall back.

Victoria moaned when his mouth closed over her bare nipple. She pressed her hands to the back of his head. For a man who appeared to do everything slowly, he had a beautiful knack for heating her up quickly.

“And then we were in the hotel room,” Sanjay said and lifted his head. “And you were all over me, and I was all over you, and I thought that it was the beginning of something good.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “But I came out of the bathroom, and you were gone. Vanished,” he said regretfully. “And I felt like crap. And the calls, Vick, all those calls that went unanswered were like a punch in the face.”

Victoria struggled to control her breathing and her emotions. He was making things too complicated. He was making her feel guilty. She couldn’t give him what he wanted, what she didn’t realize until right that moment that he desired.

She closed her eyes in shame for a moment. Even now, all she wanted was to be beneath him. She grabbed his face with both hands to stop him from kissing her again. She looked into his eyes—eyes that were filled with lust and tenderness, and a hint of anger. “I told you then that it would be one night only,” she reminded him gently, “and you agreed. Now, if you don’t leave right this very minute,” she said slowly and softly, her breath feathering across his lips before she pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth, “I’ll have you forcibly removed.”

Smiling, Sanjay kissed her forehead and then bent his head to gently take the top of her earlobe between his teeth. “Think it will be that easy,
darlin’?” he whispered with his lips against her ear and made her shiver.

At the moment, Victoria couldn’t think about anything except what he was doing to her senses
—he was completely taking them over, weakening her resolve, subjugating her will to his, and God help her, she wanted him to. She wanted his total possession. She swallowed, and the sound was abnormally loud in the quiet room. “No, not easy,” she told him, “but necessary.”

“Bullshit,” he said succinctly and gripped the hem of her skirt in his hands to push it up her thighs. “You and I both know that the only thing necessary right now is for me to get inside you. I smelled your need for me almost immediately after you realized I was here.” As he spoke, he slid his thigh between hers to widen her stance and then completed the process of pulling her skirt up so that it caught around her hips. Curling his fingers into her stockings and panties, he looked into her eyes, giving her a chance to object. Five seconds later, he was shoving both undergarments down to her knees.

His rough and total control of her made Victoria’s entire body clench in need. He treated her rough because that was what she preferred. It was when he was gentle that she had a problem, and she was sure that he knew that his gentleness was what had driven her away the last time they’d been together. She almost sighed, knowing that she was going to give in to him. It was inevitable, had been from almost the second he’d walked in. But she couldn’t regret it. And when he pushed his thigh between her legs again, rubbing soft cotton against her naked flesh, she groaned gratefully and went on tiptoe to accommodate him, her fingers clenching on his arms and her head falling back on her neck in ecstasy, offering herself up for his taking.

Sanjay moved in stealthily, his teeth scraping a line down her neck while he gripped her waist and rubbed her pussy against his knee, taking her back and forth in successive motions until the garbled noises building in the back of her throat became long, drawn-out moans.

From experience she knew he was determined to have her screaming his name before he was finished.

He moved his mouth down to the hollow of her throat and sucked the skin through his teeth. He sucked hard, quite intent on leaving a bruise and knowing that was what she wanted.

Victoria bit back a curse at the sting and squeezed her thighs tighter around his knee. God, yes! He knew exactly what she wanted. Eyes still closed, she moved her hands to the back of his head and guided it down so that his mouth was on her breast. When he obligingly bit her nipple between his teeth, the pleasure of the pain sent her body into overdrive, and she ground her cleft hard into his knee as she rode out the waves.

His teeth were still clamped around her nipple, and Victoria opened her eyes to see those piercing dark eyes of his narrowed and intent on her face as passion began to overtake her. Slowly, she licked her lips and, taking her thumb, rubbed it across his lips. Watching him closely, she slipped her nipple from his mouth and pinched it between her fingers. The sonorous growl that escaped his throat both thrilled and weakened her and caused her to shiver in anticipation. He growled again and took her nipple between his lips again, this time sucking it hard to the roof of his mouth as he gripped her hips tighter and slid her back and forth across his thigh in long, quick strokes.

Victoria was so wet now that she dripped. Helpless moans rose from her throat each time her clit rubbed against his hard thigh. The tension in her belly rose, coiling tautly and finally exploding, making her freeze and clutch at his shoulders and squeeze his thigh between hers. She felt suspended in time and, closing her eyes again, submitted to the onslaught, and going over, screamed Sanjay’s name, completely granting him his fondest wish of the moment.

Trembling in the aftermath, Victoria waited for her heart to stop racing before opening her eyes and attempting to straighten. She looked up at Sanjay. And apparently he’d just been waiting for her, because as soon as her gaze caught his, he knelt before her. Her skirt had begun to fall back into place, and licking his lips, he simply pushed his head underneath.

Victoria tensed when he blew softly on her swollen sex, and when Sanjay didn’t hesitate before indulging, she had to bite her hand to keep from crying out. He didn’t kiss; he didn’t lick; he went directly for the gold, pulling her clit gently between his lips and sucking it to the roof of his mouth, where his agile tongue pressed and tortured it. Victoria wanted to weep for mercy…and joy. She clutched at the table behind her for balance, while her thighs, already wet and sticky from his sexual machinations, trembled and shook from the strain.

Mindlessly, she tried to lift one leg to wrap it around his shoulder and cried out in frustration when she realized her panties and stockings were still wrapped around her knees, only allowing limited motion. Unthinkingly, she bent and tried to push them down. The movement caused her to pull back a fraction from his mouth, eliciting a warning growl from beneath her skirt. A deep chuckle sounded in her throat. “Hey, it’s my
—”

The rest of what she was going to say was swallowed by a whimper as he opened his mouth wider and slipped his tongue into her sheath. She placed a hand on his head, pushing it hard into her sex through her skirt. She tried to widen her legs but couldn’t. “Sanjay…please…pull my…pull them…oh, God.” She moaned when he licked her slowly and repeatedly from her opening to her clit.

Sanjay gripped her tightly, his fingers digging hungrily into the flesh of her ass as he held her firmly in place. He swallowed every drop of juice leaking from her body, her clean, musky taste intoxicating him and making him greedy for more.
Completely caught up, he tried to push her legs farther apart so she’d be more exposed to his mouth. When her undergarments got in his way, he simply yanked them down and out of the way.

Almost cheering, Victoria kicked off a shoe, stepped out of the garments, and frantically lifted her leg to wrap it around his shoulder. Her back slammed into the table when he lifted her other leg so that her ankles crossed behind his neck. “Oh, yes!” Completely aloft now, she enthusiastically showed her approval of the new position. She leaned into her elbows for leverage and ground her sex into his mouth, riding his face wildly, her hips lifting and falling in tandem with her legs pressing against his neck.

He began to stroke faster. Every drop of her attention was focused on the sensations between her legs, and Victoria sobbed as the orgasm slammed through her, throwing her into a void where nothing existed for her but the sound and the fury of her own pleasure.

Sanjay gentled the strokes of his tongue, licking her until she calmed. When her thighs had stopped shaking and her sobs had turned to little mewls of contentment, he lapped up the last few drops of what he’d quickly come to consider liquid ambrosia and gently removed her legs from around his neck. Moving his hands to her waist, he lifted her the few inches off the floor to set her on the table where she slumped
bonelessly.

He moved to stand in front of her. She was a mess. One foot was missing a shoe, while the other one had her panties and nylons hanging from it. Her neck was
bent as if it was too weak to hold up her head, and her hair was hanging down around her face, many of the curls gone. Smiling, he lifted her chin, smoothed hair out of her face, and bent his head and kissed her. She kissed him back indolently, her hands resting on his arms. “Tired, baby?” he asked her.

“
Mmm-hmm,” she responded and then kissed him some more, her lips clinging to his.

Though he liked her soft and agreeable, at that moment, Sanjay wanted her more excited. With that thought in mind, he tangled his hand in her hair, pulled her head back, leaned in, and opened his mouth over hers, taking it over in a flurry of lips, tongue, and clashing teeth. It wasn’t until her arms were wrapped around his neck and she was squirming against him that he slowed his assault. “Doc?”

Her passions starting to awake again, Victoria was concentrating on kissing him, her mouth greedy and searching beneath his. “Hmm?”

“My turn,” he said just before he snatched her off the table, flipped her around, and bent her over the table. “Can you take me?”

Saying nothing, Victoria reached back, pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs wide in answer.

Sanjay felt positively primordial as he stared at the tight brown ass before him, a delicate feast offered so generously and wantonly. Resisting the urge to savagely pound his fists against his chest in male triumph, he stepped forward between her legs. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked and slipped his
hand between her legs to find out for himself, his fingers tunneling through her sensitive folds. His hand came away more than a little wet.

Quickly, one hand went to his zipper while the other, wet with her essence, went to his mouth. He’d come prepared, and pulling a condom from his pocket, he ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled it over his hardened penis. Grasping her hips, he pulled her back against him so that his dick pushed between her thighs. “I’m not going to be able to wait, babe. Sorry,” he told her, arousal deepening his voice to a mere growl.

Victoria’s eyes fell shut, and she went completely still as the head of his cock probed at her entrance. Suddenly, he slammed into her, bringing her to her toes, and she fell forward across the table, a cry breaking from her throat as he filled her, stretching her almost to the point of pain. Completely pinned, she squirmed against him, her body adjusting to his girth and her pussy contracting frantically and milking him greedily.

“Oh, San, yes! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

Sanjay gripped her hips tight as he worked his dick deep inside of her, tunneling in and out in lustful satisfaction, trying to take some of the lethal edge off his arousal. The high-pitched cries escaping her throat spurred him on and he rode her hard until she was screaming and pushing back against him. Quite suddenly, he began gentling his thrusts, taking his time in order to probe her deeply and thoroughly.

Leaning over her, he lay across her back so that she was completely embraced within the shelter of his body. He entwined his fingers with hers on the table and just lay still for a moment, delighting in the feel of her against him. It seemed he’d waited forever to be inside her again, and it was like coming home. His face buried in the side of her neck, he closed his eyes to enjoy the feel of her squeezing and pulsing around him without any distractions. He nuzzled her neck and pressed a soft kiss into the skin. “Ah, sweetheart,” he murmured contentedly, “it’s so good to be back.”

When she stiffened against him, he smiled. “I’ve got you right where I want you, Doc. You won’t be able to run away from me this time, not before I get a chance to talk to you.”

Talk
? She turned her head to look at him. “What?” She barely kept from snarling when his face broke into a triumphant grin. “What the he—” The kiss he gave her took her breath away, and resentfully she broke it off and turned her head away, even as her body pulsed hungrily around him and she wished she could will him to finish taking her. “Whatever you’re planning, Sanjay, it isn’t going to work,” she said through clenched teeth.

His chuckle was low and victorious. “Oh, I’d say it’s working pretty damned well.”

Victoria experimentally pushed back against him, hoping to catch him unaware and dislodge him somehow. All that did was cause friction and make both of them moan. Encouraged by his moan, she pushed back against him again, grinding her behind into his groin.

Sanjay groaned and pushed back before he could stop himself. “Damn it,” he muttered as he grabbed her hips and began to frantically thrust into her, “you’re a sneaky little witch.”

Victoria said nothing, just closed her eyes and went along for the ride, her body clashing in rhythm against his. The pleasure she felt was almost not to be borne, and she arched and twisted her body in heated enthusiasm. She was rising quickly toward another orgasm now and writhed desperately against him. “San…” she begged between ragged breaths, “please.”

Reaching around their bodies and between her thighs, Sanjay took the tip of his finger over her clitoris, pressing it gently until she suddenly stiffened against him.

The pleasure racing through Victoria took complete control. As wave after wave of it crashed over her, she did the only thing she could do: rode it out and screamed.

Sanjay was now on the brink, and tightening his hold on her, he held her hips still, thrust forcefully into her, and went violently…gratefully over.

Sighing blissfully and in satisfaction, Victoria stretched and opened her eyes. She felt Sanjay sniff her hair and stiffened as it made her remember where she was, who she was with, and what she’d done. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that there should be no regrets. She made herself relax. Rolling her eyes,
she tried to say indulgently, “My hair smells exactly the same as it did when you smelled it earlier.”

He pressed a kiss into her hair. “Actually, it’s not
exactly
the same. At the moment it’s got a nice aromatic hint of sweat.” He sniffed at it again. “Umm, sex sweat, my absolute favorite kind.”