Crazy Little Thing Called Love (19 page)

“Maybe later then.” She tiptoed again until
her face was just in front of his, “I’m going to need you to use
that willpower just a little while longer. I’m not done
exploring.”

Despite her insistence he leaned forward and
captured her mouth with his, “Just remember payback is a bitch
Bluebell.” He warned and then kissed her again.

She opened her mouth for him. He thrust his
tongue in to meet hers. The kiss turned wild in an instant, tongues
stroking, teeth nipping. He turned from hard to steel. She tasted
good. Wet and warm and sweet, he wanted to know if she tasted like
that in other places. He was starving for more, his hips rotating
into her on their own. When her hands slid into the waistband of
his jeans and brushed against the skin below he forgot to breathe
entirely.

She broke the kiss and looked up at him with
those big blue eyes that had grown glassy with desire, “You are
gorgeous Zach. I want to touch you everywhere with my hands and
with my mouth.”

He tried to reach for her, to pull her back
for more of those drugging kisses. He wanted her against him again,
liked the feel of her soft skin against his. He wanted her naked,
now, so he could do his own exploring. He was too slow in his fog
of lust though because by the time his hands moved to where her
shoulders should have been she’d dropped to the floor on her
knees.

“Oh Jesus…” He tried to form a coherent
thought as her hands went to the button of his jeans and flicked
them open.

“You can call me Blue.” She mimicked his
earlier joke and he actually grinned as he heard his zipper come
undone, “The top of my head doesn’t seem so bad now does it?”

His laughter came out choked because she took
the opportunity to grab a fistful of his jeans on each side and
jerk them down along with the navy boxers that had been underneath.
His erection pushed outward towards her. He heard her intake of air
and swallowed an arrogant grin.

“That work for you?” He was absolutely
certain he’d never smiled this much during foreplay.

“You weren’t lying when you said your ego was
backed up by fact. You are a work of art Zach. Gorgeous.”

He was no porn star but he knew he had more
than enough to be proud of. Still, no other woman had ever called
him gorgeous and she’d done it twice now. Her compliments, the awe
in her voice was enough to push him to that dangerous edge even if
her pretty face wasn’t hovering just out of reach, which it
was.

“Blue…” He started to say her name when she
still hadn’t touched him but it choked off into a moan as her hand
circled him, stroking gently. He could have come right then. Hell,
he probably could have come from grinding his hips into her but he
was stronger than that. He could demonstrate a little bit more
willpower.

“So that’s what I have to do to get you to
call me Blue.” He could hear the smile in her voice, “Just for the
record, I’m really going to enjoy making sure we’re even.”

They weren’t going to be even after this. No,
he was going to make damn sure they weren’t even because he was
going to do his own exploring. He was going to touch her and taste
her everywhere she was touching and tasting him. He’d just opened
his mouth to promise her that sort of retribution when she leaned
forward and kissed the head of his dick.

Her tongue darted out and licked up and down
a few times like he was the best flavor Popsicle in the world. When
she returned to the head she circled the shaft in a playful lap and
his knees went weak. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to
hold out when she sucked him into her hot, wet mouth. She sucked
him deep and his head fell back against the door.

He hadn’t bet on her being so good at that.
In his experience truly beautiful women rarely were, then again,
they usually didn’t make him laugh either so he shouldn’t have been
surprised. Those were the last conscious thoughts that he managed
to retain other than
yes
and
more
.

She didn’t rush. She set a rhythm and pulled
him deep time and again. He tried to hold out, to use his reserves
to prolong the pleasure. He locked his legs as she pulled an
intense orgasm straight from his soul. He groaned as it swept
through and she stayed with him to the end, swallowing him down and
then kissing the tip as she released him.

He was mildly aware of her hands pulling his
boxers back into place. She planted a sweet kiss on his belly and
he offered his hands to help her back to her feet. She took them
and stood, running her hands up his biceps as she nuzzled his
chest.

“You taste as good as you look.”

“Thank you.” He slid his hands around her
waist and pulled her against him, stroking her ass.

“Mmm, and manners too. Careful, I might start
believing you’re a gentleman again.” She kissed the side of his
throat, “You’re welcome.” She pulled back suddenly and gave him a
dazzling smile, “Beer?”

“What?” He must have heard wrong.

“Do you have beer in the fridge?”

“Uh, yeah, why?” He was still trying to wrap
his head around it when he watched her turn and walk down the dark
hallway.

“Stay put. I’ll get us a couple.” Her voice
trailed back to him as her boots clicked on the hardwood floor he
felt another smile inch up his face.

Jesus she was perfect. Crazy as hell but
perfect nonetheless. She gave him a blowjob within a minute of
stepping foot in his house and then she redressed him and went to
get him a cold beer? Men would kill for women like that. Still, he
wasn’t most men.

He discarded his boots and jeans and left
only his boxers in place as he padded to the kitchen. When he got
there the room was lit up by light from the fridge. It bathed her
in a soft yellow and gave him a great view of those sexy red boots
and the swell of her ass under that short skirt. He was hard again
already.

Zach loved sex. He liked oral. He liked
foreplay. He liked kissing and teasing and playing but he loved
sex. Everything else was just the means to get there and make sure
it was good. He wanted her in his bed and he didn’t want to wait
any more.

He tried to look casual as he crossed his
arms over his chest and leaned against the doorway, “What are you
doing?”

She jumped just as he’d expected and spun to
face him, “Getting you a beer.”

“I had something better in mind than beer.”
He grinned at her confused look and then watched as her eyes
trailed down his chest to take in the tent at the front of his
boxers.

“Oh.” Bluebell carefully set the beer down on
the counter and raised a curious eyebrow, “Don’t you need a couple
of minutes to recover?”

“Does it look like I do?” He stalked forward
into the light of the fridge and she got a better look at his
face.

Zach really was gorgeous. He was all hard
planes and coiled muscle. She’d thought he was gorgeous before
she’d unwrapped him from those clothes but now, standing in front
of her nearly naked with that dark edge creeping into his normally
soft green eyes he was dangerously good-looking.

“No. It doesn’t.” She’d never known a man
that could recover that quickly. If she hadn’t already been
impressed, she would have been right then and there. He couldn’t be
real. Her brain had simply made him up as a sex god to distract her
from her lonely life.

“Do you need a minute?” He raised a skeptical
eyebrow as he stalked forward.

His chest brushed hers as he reached around
her and took the second beer. He bent down and put them back in the
fridge and then wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her
flush against him again. She could feel the proof that he was ready
to go again against her stomach, the proof that he was real.

“No. I don’t need a minute if you don’t.”

Liquid heat had dampened her panties before
he’d even touched her. All it took from him was a look. He’d been
right on back at the bar when he said that her body’s intense
reaction to him was a little bit scary. She’d been ready for him
long before she found that impressive erection beneath those blue
jeans but now that she knew he was ready she wanted him inside
her.

“Good.” His dark voice was a growl as he
lowered his head and gave her a deep, invasive kiss.

His big hands raced over her body like he’d
known it forever. She melted against him and her nipples ground
against his chest through the barrier of her dress. She whimpered
as he gripped her ass and lifted as if she didn’t weigh a thing.
This time she was ready for the move and responded by wrapping her
legs around his waist.

He groaned into her mouth as his tongue
delved in to explore. She was wrapped around him, pressed tight
against him. She wanted to be closer. He must have read her mind
because the next thing she knew he was moving them out of the
kitchen and down another hallway. When he stopped moving his hands
slipped down and he set her on her feet.

She could see just enough in the moonlight to
know that he’d brought her to his bedroom. A massive bed loomed
behind her but she didn’t have time to take a better look because
his hands were on the hem of her dress, pulling it up in one swift
movement and discarding it behind her. She was thankful she’d taken
the time to make sure her underwear at least matched. It had been
more of a default choice of white. She didn’t have anything sexy.
It didn’t seem to matter much to Zach though.

Within a couple of seconds the straps of her
bra were off, the clasp undone and her bare breasts hung free. Her
nipples tightened even further under his hard gaze and then his
hands were on her, testing the weight for a split second before he
pulled her back in for another deep kiss that smashed her breasts
to his bare chest.

She gasped at the contact and spiraled
further into oblivion. They were going fast again. Clothes were
disappearing. Hands were groping. Mouths were meshed. He was
everywhere and then he was lifting her again and setting her back
on the edge of the bed. He released her to trail kisses down her
neck and then he pulled back.

“You have the sexiest fucking shoes. Have I
told you that?” He kissed her knee. “I’m going to have dreams of
you wearing these while you ride me.”

She whimpered as he trailed kisses down her
thigh to the top of her boot.

“You like the idea of that?”

“Yeah. Leave them on.”

He paused with his hands on the boot in an
instant and she saw the hint of a smile play across his face,
“Yeah?”

“Yeah. On the bed.” She grabbed for his arm
and tugged until he sprawled next to her. She knew he was strong
enough that she couldn’t have moved him if he hadn’t wanted it.
That sort of power made her even more reckless and she quickly
shifted out of her panties and rose up on her knees. “Condom?”

“Nightstand.” He motioned with his head, “I’d
get it but I’m enjoying the view too much.”

She rolled her eyes and reached for the
drawer. She smirked when she pulled it open. She’d half expected to
see a pile of condoms and be repulsed but she should have known
better. He wasn’t an asshole. There was only one box but that
wasn’t what nearly made her giggle. She pulled one out.

“Green? Like your eyes?”

“What?” He looked confused for a split second
and then a grin rose up his face, “You got a thing for my eyes
baby-doll?”

“I got a thing for several parts of you.” She
scooted back over him, “Pants off.”

She watched him push the boxers down with
fascination. All hard tan flesh and powerful muscles, there wasn’t
an ounce of fat on the man. He looked exactly like she’d always
thought a man should. Not like one of those men that worked out
nonstop to fill out their suit. He looked like the muscles just
happened naturally, from hard work and strain.

“Lay back.”

“Now who’s being bossy?” He smirked but did
as she said.

“You wanted me on top. I get to call the
shots.”

“I’ll let that go this time but next time I’m
going to remind you who’s really in charge.”

She straddled his lap and his thick swollen
head brushed her in her neediest spot. She wanted to settle down on
top of him, to feel him inside her skin against skin. But as
reckless and impulsive as she might be, she wasn’t stupid. She
ripped the condom packet open with her teeth and rolled it down his
big, naked shaft.

He held her hips as she positioned herself
over him. Their eyes met as she eased down onto him. He was big and
thick, bigger and thicker than she’d ever had and on top of that it
had been a while for her. He stretched her and she whimpered to
keep from shoving down on him hard in one fell swoop.

“Easy baby. Easy.” He kept his thrusts slow
and steady as he worked himself until he was deep inside her. His
voice was hoarse with need and sweat broke out on his forehead. She
took the last inch of him and he growled, “So tight. So hot and
tight.”

His words spun her last bits of willpower to
the wind. Her head fell back and her hips rolled to a natural
rhythm. Heat burned her from her core outwards from where he
penetrated her. She picked up the pace as the aching need ate away
at rational thought.

“You look real pretty up there Bluebell.” His
hands slid from her hips to massage her breasts, “You feel so damn
good.”

He rolled her nipples in time with his
thrusts and she whimpered, “Yes Zach. Please, yes.”

“You make me so crazy. Seeing you up there,
riding me like a pony. I’ve been dreaming of this since the first
moment you stepped out of that car Bluebell.”

She groaned and closed her eyes to enjoy the
tingles breaking out in her body. Usually a man talking during sex
was a mood killer. Usually they said something stupid and she
couldn’t focus and they broke her rhythm and it ended up not being
fun for anybody involved.