HandsOn (6 page)

“Talk to me, Lara,” he murmured against her thigh. “I like
it when you make noises.”

Good thing. She wasn’t quiet. Especially when he put his
mouth over her sex. Then she wasn’t quiet at all. She moaned, long and loud.

He chuckled, then placed his mouth on her clit and sucked.
She nearly toppled off the counter. Gripping the edge with her fingers, she
held on, her body tense with the need for release.

His mouth was warm, wet. His tongue was so magically
talented that she wondered if he’d written the book on oral sex.

“Yes, Mark. Lick me like that.” She gave instructions,
letting him know exactly where to put his mouth, his tongue, his hands. He
followed every one to the letter, taking her to the brink and then moving away.

“Dammit, I’m so close.”

He stopped and she lifted her head to look at him. “Good.
Now watch me.”

She did, unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of him.
His eyes stayed focused on hers as he moved his mouth over her sweet spot, then
licked her like she was an ice-cream cone.

The visual coupled with the sensation was more than she
could bear. She tensed, then toppled, screaming as she catapulted into a
climax.

The orgasm rocked her. Quick and intense, she hadn’t
expected it to be like that. And yet one touch of his hot mouth against her sex
and she went off like a firecracker.

“My, my, my, somebody sure needed that.” He rose and stepped
between her legs, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Lara fought for breath. She sat up and kissed him, the
lingering taste of her still on his lips. Need built within her again. “I know
someone else who needs a little release.”

“Damn straight woman. Get to releasing me.” He winked and
pulled her down off the counter.

His tone was light and teasing, but Lara felt the tightly
coiled tension through his arms and body. His erection was steely hard against
her belly. He’d already made her come twice without getting off.

That was going to change, and right now.

“Come with me.” She picked up his discarded clothes, grabbed
his hand and led him out of the kitchen.

Chapter Six

Did the woman not know how sexy she was? Her hips swayed
gently from side to side as she led him into her bedroom. Her yellow sundress
with the big red flowers was half unbuttoned, and damned near transparent. The
outline of her naked ass was clearly visible in the light shining from the
lamp.

He still tasted her on his lips, sweet and musky and driving
him crazy. His cock twitched, aching and filled with the need for release. Even
getting himself off the other night after they’d been interrupted hadn’t
relieved his desire to plunge hard and deep inside Lara’s wet heat.

She stopped at the edge of the bed and turned around. God,
she took his breath away. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her hair
mussed up and the whole package was sexy as hell.

She sat and beckoned him toward her. He moved forward, his
erection nearly touching her lips.

Glancing at his cock, she grinned, then looked up at him. “I
missed tasting you the other night. I don’t want to miss it now.”

Oh, God. If she sucked him, he might not be able to hold on
for long. That’s all he’d thought about the other night. Her mouth on his cock,
teasing him, taking all of him into that gorgeous mouth of hers until he went
off.

She rested her head against his hip and wound her fingers
around his shaft, slowly stroking from base to tip. He fought for breath.

Then she replaced her hands with her mouth, slowly covering
the head of his cock with her lips.

“Christ, Lara!” he hissed.

She sucked him like she was a master, varying her tempo,
taking him to the brink and then pulling back to make eye contact with him.

It was the most erotic experience he’d ever had. She
definitely wrote the book on blowjobs.

“Enough,” he said, pulling away, afraid he’d come in her
mouth and then pass out in delirium. “I want to come inside you. I want to feel
your heat around my shaft.”

Her eyes had darkened, her lips swollen. The wicked dress
she wore had buttons all the way from top to bottom, driving him crazy with the
desire to have her like that, still wearing that dress.

He intended to chase that desire. He pulled her upright,
then wound his arms around her waist and lifted her. Moving around to the side
of the bed, he deposited her on her back. Then he climbed up and knelt between
her legs.

“That dress,” he said.

She frowned. “What about it?”

“I want to fuck you while you’re wearing it. It turns me
on.”

Her eyes widened. “It does?”

“Yup.” The few buttons he’d undone earlier only made him
crazier. So damn sexy.

He started with the button below her breasts, slowly popping
it open so he could spread the material to the side. “You have gorgeous
breasts, Lara.”

“They’re small.”

He laughed, then showed her how much he liked them by
leaning forward and capturing one tip in his mouth, laving it with his tongue
until she was panting. Then he did the same to the other, squeezing the globes
together so he could lick both nipples.

She grasped his hair, tugging him closer. Sensing she needed
more, he grazed his teeth over her nipples and she cried out.

“Please, Mark, now.”

He agreed. He couldn’t wait any longer. He searched his
jeans pocket and found a condom, quickly sliding it on. Pushing her legs apart,
he slid her dress up over her hips, admiring her glistening sex, then settled
over her.

He slipped inside her with one thrust at the same time he
took her mouth in a searing kiss. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her
legs around him.

Christ, she was tight. Virginal-tight, squeezing his cock in
a vise of pure pleasure. He stilled, afraid he’d embarrass himself by coming
immediately. But his balls were rock-hard and tight against his body, ready to
shoot a huge load of cum inside her. He fought for control, breathing deeply
through the sweet pulses of her pussy contracting around his shaft.

Being inside her was heaven and hell, sublime and torturous.
She moved against him fluidly, perfectly, her moans taking him higher and
higher. With unashamed abandon she touched him, caressed him, pulled him close
and kissed him with such passion he was afraid he might go crazy.

How could a woman he clearly had no intention of keeping be
so damn perfect?

Lara gasped at the unfamiliar sensations, emotion tangling
with the purely physical reaction to Mark’s lovemaking. With every thrust, he
touched her deeply, drawing a response she’d never known she could give. She
let it all go with him, like she never had before. Allowing herself the freedom
to respond to his every movement was a liberating experience.

She’d fight the questions and doubts later. Now she just
reveled in her body’s response to this fabulous man making love to her.

“Harder,” she commanded, pleased when he eagerly responded
by quickening his pace and thrusting deeper. Whatever she asked for, he gave,
time and time again.

“You keep talking to me like that, urging me to fuck you
faster, I’m gonna come,” he warned.

She grinned and kissed him, loving the feel of his heart
racing madly against her breast. “Then do it. Fuck me harder, Mark. Make me
come with you.”

She’d never been this wanton, this open, this willing to
tell a man exactly what she wanted. And yet with Mark, she was so at ease it
almost frightened her.

So many thoughts ran through her mind. Thoughts of how it
felt to have Mark inside her, what it meant to her, wondering what it meant to
him.

Too many things to think about now. She’d deal with all that
later. Now was the sensation, the culmination. “I’m close, Mark. I want it
deeper.”

With a dark grin he complied, his movements relentless as he
pulled back and powered hard and deep, grinding his pelvis against the tight
knot of her clit. She cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her, the
pulses squeezing his cock tight, pulling him even deeper inside her. With a
loud groan he followed along with her, clutching her tight while he jerked in
release.

The room went silent, save for their rasping breaths. Mark
moved to the side, still inside her, and threw his leg over her hip to keep her
close. Lara rested her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat go
from raging fast to normal.

He didn’t speak, just held her and caressed her back. Lara
started to worry when the minutes ticked by and he hadn’t said a word.

It had been monumental for her. But what about for him? She
hated to ask. Wouldn’t ask. That would be too needy and she wasn’t about to
start their relationship requiring constant reassurance that she’d been
acceptable in the sack.

Okay, maybe she
was
that needy. “Mark?”

“Yeah.”

“You doing okay over there?”

“Yep.”

“Anything you wanna talk about?”

Silence. She chewed her bottom lip, waiting for a reply.

Finally, he spoke. “This is one of those woman things,
right?”

“Woman things?”

“Yeah. That whole afterglow thing where we’re required to
dissect the sex and talk about how good it was for both of us.”

“Uh, no, not really.” When would she learn to keep her big
mouth shut?

“C’mon, Lara. It was great. I came, or didn’t you notice?”

He couldn’t really be serious. She lifted up onto her elbows
and peered at his grinning face. Then he winked and she smacked his arm.
“Jerk.”

Laughing, he tickled her ribs. “Couldn’t help it. You got
all serious on me for a second.”

“Oh please. Like men don’t ask if it was good for us.”

“This one doesn’t. I heard your screams.”

“I could have been howling from the agony of boredom.”

He shifted, moving her onto her back and holding her arms up
over her head. “You lie. You were in the throes of ecstasy.”

Tossing out a snort, she shook her head. “I was on the verge
of falling asleep.”

He kissed her, his tongue torturing hers until warmth spread
between her legs.

“Wanna bet? I can make you yell again.”

If this was foreplay, she was all for it. “What’s the bet?”

“Loser cooks dinner.”

“You’re on,” she said, then sighed as his mouth covered
hers.

Good thing she liked to cook.

* * * * *

Mark watched Lara laboring over the stove, feeling supremely
satisfied with his ability to please her. Yeah, he’d made her scream all right.
Long and loud, howling like a wild animal.

Damn, it had been good. So good it scared the shit out of
him. Now, sitting here all domestic-like and watching his woman fix dinner, he
was almost…dare he even think it? He was almost comfortable.

Visions of nightly dinners and him doing the crossword
puzzle while gazing longingly at Lara over the table had him shuddering.

He shook his head to clear his wayward thoughts. This whole
thing with Lara was a means to an end, a scam, and nothing more. He’d try to
keep it as low-key as possible so that when the time came for him to end
things, they’d have both enjoyed some fun and that would be the end of it.

“What are you cooking?”

She turned her head and smiled, warmth emanating from her
clear green eyes. “Spaghetti. You like it?”

“Hell yeah.”

How could watching her stir sauce be so arousing? He
adjusted the growing bulge in his jeans. “So, about the differences between men
and women…”

She frowned. “Huh?”

Great. And he called himself a writer? About as subtle as a
bomb drop there. “Remember what we were talking about after sex? That need for
women to be reassured?”

She sipped the sauce off the edge of the spoon and then
nodded. “Oh yeah. What about it?”

“What do you think?”

“I think men like to be reassured about their prowess in bed
as much as women do. They just approach it differently.”

Now they were really cooking. “How do you mean?”

Lara leaned her hip against the counter. “Women want to know
that we’ve pleased our man. We also want to be held, stroked and cuddled. To
know that we matter to the man who just made love to us. That he wants to be
there, that he isn’t already thinking of the football game that starts in ten
minutes.”

Good thing there hadn’t been a game on today. Not that he’d
have cared. What man in his right mind would trade great sex for sports?

“For a man, he wants to be told that he made the earth move
for us, that we came. Other than that, they don’t need anything else, and in
fact they would prefer we just shut up and not say a thing.”

“I don’t agree.” Even though he did. But the article would
have to be a difference of opinion and how the different sexes think about
things. This was as good enough a starting subject as any. “I think men worry
about all kinds of things after sex. They just aren’t as vocal as women.”

“Men want to hop out of bed and forget about it as quickly
as they possibly can,” she countered.

“And women want to talk about every sexual episode for weeks
on end.”

The corners of her mouth lifted. “You may be right there.”

Aha, agreement at last. He pressed the issue. “In fact,
women will share every sordid detail of the sex act with their friends. How big
was his dick, how long did he last, what he did with his hands, his mouth, how
many times he made her come. Men just say they got laid and leave it at that.”

“Wrong, bucko. Men are just as descriptive as women. They
just don’t couch it in flowery terms. They’ll talk about her tits, her ass, her
pussy, whether it was tight or loose, how good she is at oral sex, how much she
participates when fucking.” She pointed the spoon at him. “So don’t give me
that crap about how men just tell their friends they got laid. I’ve done my
homework on that subject.”

They argued throughout dinner, then washed the dishes
together and argued more. But at no time was she irritated or angry. In fact,
Lara seemed stimulated throughout their entire debate. She smiled, she laughed,
she pushed her point home but always listened to his side.

Hell, if there were more women like her maybe he
would
think about settling down someday. And that thought made him want to run like
hell.

It was late. He had to get out of there, regroup mentally,
and then press home his attack tomorrow.

He planted a kiss on her nape, loving the way she purred
against him when he touched her. “I need to go.”

She wiped the suds from her hands and grabbed for a towel,
then turned around and offered a bright smile. “Okay. I know you have family
stuff to do. Sorry to take up so much of your time tonight.”

“Hey. Would you knock that off? I loved being with you. Quit
apologizing.”

“Bossy as hell, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. And I like you when you show a little sass, too.”

She grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She opened the door for him. A summer breeze had picked up,
signaling rain. The wind whipped her dress and lifted the skirt up to her
thighs. She fought the dress and her hair. God, he wanted to grab her, kiss her
and carry her to the bedroom. For a guy who rarely had sex with a woman more
than once or twice, the desire he felt for Lara unnerved him.

He’d better leave and now, before he changed his mind and
ended up staying.

Forever.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, wildcat.”

When he kissed her, she jumped back. “Oh, not tomorrow. I’m
giving a lecture at the college.”

He arched a brow. “Oh yeah? Where and what time?”

“Biology department’s lecture hall. Room four twenty. At
seven.”

“Maybe I’ll pop in.”

She gazed at him as if he were some giant puzzle she
couldn’t quite fit the pieces to. “I’d like that.”

After she shut the door, he nearly ran to his car, feeling
safe once he’d gotten inside and locked the doors.

Lara McKenzie had woven some magical spell around him and
turned him into a lovesick idiot. Already he missed her. He couldn’t wait to
see her again, to inhale her sweet fragrance and listen to the sound of her
voice when she spoke. He wanted to touch her skin, feel her long legs wrapped
around him and sink so deeply inside her that he’d never surface again.