Double Dating with the Dead (16 page)

He shrugged. “What's there to explain? The clothes, the antiques, add a hot, stuffy attic. I got a little dizzy. Embarrassing, but it doesn't mean I was possessed.” He took a drink, then lowered his glass as he ambled closer to her. “Unless you count that I was possessed by your beauty. That your eyes captured and held mine. That the heat from your lips sizzled all the way down to my toes. Is that what you want to hear?”

She could barely breathe as he set his glass down and eased his body between her legs. The nylon material of her shorts slid easily across the tiled surface of the counter as he brought her closer to him.

“There's something about you,” he murmured as his gaze caught and held hers. He slid his hand behind her neck and pulled her toward him.

She should wrench away, slap his face…or something. He certainly had his nerve.

But his breath was hot on her face, and suddenly she couldn't breathe. Her heart pounded in her ears as his lips drew closer to hers.

Run!
her mind screamed.

In a minute, she told herself. In a minute, there would be plenty of time to stop. But first she had to taste the heat of his lips. As soon as she did, then she would tell him to go to hell.

T
rent called himself every kind of a fool, but damn it, he couldn't stop himself from kissing her again, and she wasn't pulling away. His lips met hers.

The first touch, the first whisper of her breath, her sigh against his lips, bathed him with desire. He ached for her. He wanted to see all of her, touch all of her, taste all of her.

He moved his hands to her shirt, unbuttoning each button, his hands brushing against the lace of her bra, then fanning the sides open.

He ended the kiss and leaned back, staring at the lacy pink cups of her bra. Only Selena could wear lacy pink and make it come off sexy as hell. He hardly noticed when she placed her hands on his chest.

“Trent, we can't,” she said on a breathless whisper.

“Why?” He barely recognized the raspy words as coming from him. He lightly rubbed his thumbs over the thin swathe of material that covered her breasts. Her nipples immediately tightened into hard little nubs. He continued to outline them in a circular movement.

She moaned, her eyes closing as she bit down on her bottom lip. Then she seemed to rouse with valiant effort.

She met his gaze head on. “Stoppp….”

“Are you sure?”

Silence.

“Stop what? This?” He flicked his fingers over her nipples. “Or this?” He lightly pinched them between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them back and forth.

She jumped. “Trent…please…”

“That's exactly what I'm trying to do…please you. Maybe you'll like this better.” With one snap, he'd unhooked her bra and slid it, along with her shirt, down her arms so that she was bare to the waist. “Magnificent.”

He cupped her breasts. They fit perfectly into the palms of his hands, the aureoles dusky, the nipples not too small. Just the right size for him to roll one around on his tongue, pulling against it with his teeth.

“Do you still want me to stop?” He raised his head. “I will if you insist, but you have to tell me the truth.”

“This is so wrong.”

“But it feels so right.” He continued to fondle her breasts. “I want to do everything I've dreamed about since I first met you. I want to kiss every inch of your body.”

He lowered his hands, sliding them over her ribs, over the satiny pink nylon of her shorts. He didn't stop until his fingers were pressing against her sex. She arched her back, her breasts thrusting toward his face. He didn't lose the opportunity to take one ripe nipple into his mouth and suck.

“Oh, oh, damn.” She grabbed his head, pulling it tighter against her breast.

He slid his fingers beneath the hem of her shorts, wiggling inside until he touched her sex. He drew in a deep breath. Damn, she was already hot and damp.

He buried his face between her breasts. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Stop now and you're dead meat, buster,” she hissed.

“If I stop now, I'll definitely be dead meat.”

He slid his fingers from her shorts. When he glanced up, he saw the look of panic on her face. “Don't worry, we're just getting started. I don't care who comes through the front door, either. We are going to have sex. Lots of sex.”

Lightning ripped through the sky, followed by the boom of thunder. The lights went off. The candles were still on the counter and on the table.

“Don't move.”

She didn't speak, but he knew she would still be there when he returned. One thing he'd learned about her was that she didn't run away.

After he'd lit three of the candles, he returned to her. Damn, she was even more alluring as the flickering light played over her features. And she wasn't embarrassed by her nudity. She sat there, bare-chested, on the counter. Perfectly shaped breasts, the nipples tight, ready for him to give them more of his attention. He intended to do just that.

She squirmed. It was barely noticeable, but he caught it. Anticipation could be a powerful aphrodisiac.

Trent didn't hurry as he poured more wine into his glass and took a leisurely drink. “I want to see all of you,” he said, his words echoing in the cavernous room. He set the glass on the counter and tugged on her shorts. She raised her hips. Shorts and panties came off together.

She sucked in a breath. “The counter's cold.”

“Don't worry. I'll heat you soon enough.” His gaze moved downward. “Spread your legs.”

Another slight hesitation, then she opened her legs wide. He stepped closer, staring at the dark curls, the flesh poking out at him. Very slowly, he tilted the glass and let the wine run over her breasts, down her stomach. It puddled between her legs.

“That's good wine you're wasting,” she said, words trembling.

“Oh, I don't plan on wasting a drop.” To prove his point, he licked the wine from between her breasts, flicking his tongue over each nipple.

She closed her eyes, arching toward him, silently begging for more. For a moment, he could only stare at the picture of pure passion that she presented. As if sensing his gaze upon her, she opened her eyes.

“I want to see you,” she said, her words filled with desire.

“Are you going to drink wine from my body?” Man, the vision that brought forth was almost enough to make him come.

She reached forward and unbuttoned his shirt. “You think I won't?” She tilted her head to the side. “You think I haven't been dreaming about you? Had a few fantasies of my own? I want you just as much as you want me, and it's been way too long since I've had really hot sex.”

The psychic had become the seductress. She was like a cat as she languidly stretched her body toward his so she could reach each button.

And he liked the way she purred. “Okay, then I guess this would be a truce?”

She grinned and shook her head. “Oh, no, we're still at odds with each other, but that doesn't mean we can't come together now and then…and I plan on coming quite a few times tonight.” She jerked his shirt down his arms. “Just don't underestimate me.”

“I don't think you'll have to worry about that. I think we both know where we stand.”

She slid her fingers into his jeans and jerked the button loose. “Good. Then let's stop talking. I want you.”

“Not talk?” He shook his head as he moved her hands and stripped out of his pants and briefs. “I plan on telling you exactly what I want to do—right before I do it. Right now I'm thirsty, and I want to lick every bit of that wine from your breasts. Then I'm going to lay you back on the counter, and I'm going to lick it from between your legs.”

She moaned.

“At least give me a few seconds to enjoy the sight of you standing naked in front of me.” She reached her hand forward and scraped her fingernails lightly down his erection. His dick quivered. She smiled.

Trent had her number. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Not that he could very well hide his reaction. He'd let her play later, though.

“Soon enough,” he told her.

Yeah, he was greedy. He wanted to enjoy her body first.

He cupped her breasts, and she melted against him. He wasn't as gentle this time as he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. Damn, he liked the way her body responded to his touch.

Grabbing a hand towel, he tossed it down behind her. It would protect her a little from the cold counter. Then he laid her back. She was very compliant. He smiled. Her body needed what he could give her, what he planned to give her. She was practically on fire as she waited for him to touch her again.

Her breathing was ragged, tiny little puffs of air as she lay before him, completely naked, her legs spread in invitation.

He ran his hands over her breasts, barely skimming them before moving down her ribs, trailing his fingers over her, tickling her stomach.

She moaned, her legs opening wider.

Damn, it was all he could do to keep from lowering his head and tasting her sex.

But not yet.

He trailed his fingers down her thighs, then back up, over the top edge of her mound, down each side, close to her curls but not touching them.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what?” His words were husky with restrained emotion.

“Touch me…there.”

“Where? Here?” He ran his finger over her sex ever so lightly.

She arched her hips. “Yes, there. Right there.”

“I want to taste you,” he said.

“Please, Trent. I can't stand any more. You're torturing me.”

“Ah, but what sweet torture it is.” He lowered his head, his tongue scraping over her sex. She cried out; his dick throbbed. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. He wanted to plunge inside her, let her moist heat surround him.

Not yet.

He'd have his release soon.

But not yet.

First he wanted to taste her, get his fill of her; then maybe she wouldn't drive him crazy with need every time he was around her.

Her thighs quivered when he kissed her, running his tongue over the fleshy part of her sex. Man, he'd only imagined, only dreamed of doing this to her.

He slipped his finger inside her while his mouth continued to ravage her. So damn wet and ready for him to enter.

But not yet.

He slid his finger inside her again. She whimpered. He inserted another finger, thrusting in and out.

“Oh, God, I'm going to…come!”

He continued to suck, continued to thrust with his fingers, and hard trembles shook her body as the orgasm washed over her in waves.

She gave one hard jerk and sank back down onto the counter into a puddle. Damn, he loved when he could make a woman come that hard with just his mouth and fingers.

“You okay?” he asked when she didn't say anything. Her breathing was shallow, turning him on as he watched the gentle rise and fall of her breasts.

“Okay?” She laughed. “Better than okay. But not good at all. Terrible. Horrible. You've managed to ruin other men for me, Trent Sanders. I've never ever climaxed like that with anyone else. What man will ever compare to this. No way.”

“Yeah, I was pretty good, wasn't I?”

“Egotistical ass.” She took the hand he offered and pulled herself to a sitting position.

She put her hands on his cheeks and brought her lips to his. Her tongue met his, stroked and sucked before she slowly slid off the counter, her body cascading down his. He'd never known his dick could ache so much to be inside a woman as it did right now.

“You must be hurting,” she whispered close to his ear, flicking her tongue over the lobe before delving inside.

He grabbed her ass, pulling her tight against him, grinding his erection against her sex. Rather than backing away, she nudged herself closer.

“If you're not careful, your playtime is going to be cut short,” he warned.

She laughed lightly, but backed up just a step. “Now, that wouldn't be fun for either of us, because when you come, I want this”—her hand circled his penis and stroked downward, pulling the skin back and staring down at him before slowly bringing the skin back up—“inside me.” She licked her lips. “I want to taste you first, then I want you buried deep inside of me.”

He groaned. “No more than I want all that, but I don't know how much more I can stand.”

“I guess we'll see.” She smiled like a cat who'd just found a bowl of cream.

Her nipples brushed across his chest. He couldn't resist. He caught them between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing lightly. She closed her eyes, her mouth opening slightly before she apparently realized she was supposed to be the one in charge.

A frown marred her features. “You're interfering with my fun.”

“You don't think this is fun?” he asked while maintaining a look of innocence. She didn't look as though she was buying it.

“Yeah, but I can think of other things to do—like putting my mouth on your dick and sucking you inside,” she whispered in a low, sultry voice.

When his hands stilled, she slipped out of his grasp and went to her knees.

“This is nice,” she said, her breath tickling his dick. It quivered in response.

She stuck her tongue out and licked up his length. His knees nearly buckled. Good thing the counter was right there. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the tiles as he sucked in a deep breath.

“You like that?” she asked.

“God, you know I do.” Hell, it was all he could do to talk, to think. All he wanted to do was feel the incredible sensations as her mouth covered him, as he rested for a second against her tongue before she began to slowly suck, drawing him deeper inside her mouth, the wet heat closing around him.

He shut his eyes. His legs trembled. Her hands clutched his ass, pulling him closer. He sank deeper inside as she squeezed his cheeks. His hips began to move. One hand held her head.

Oh, yeah, this was so fucking good. Nothing could get any better….

She slid one hand back to the front and took his heavy, aching balls into her hand and began to lightly massage.

Okay, maybe it could get better. He let the sensations wash over him for a few minutes before he began to pull back.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked as he pulled her to a standing position.

“That's the problem,” he said. “You were doing everything right, but when I explode, I want to be inside you.” He ran his hand between her legs, lightly stroking her. She gasped.

He reached down and grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket and slipped it on. He boosted her on the counter. As if sensing what he wanted, she lay back, scooting her bottom to the edge. It was just low enough that when he entered her he sank all the way inside.

She gasped, but from the look of pleasure on her face, he didn't think that he was too deep, that he might be hurting her.

He massaged her breasts as he thrust inside her again, then slowly pulled out.

“More,” she breathed. “Faster.”

He picked up the tempo. His vision blurred as he sank inside her wet heat, then pulled out and sank inside her again. He slid his hands to her hips, locking her in place. He faintly heard her cry of passion as she climaxed, but he was lost in his own fulfillment.