Home to Me (The Andrades, Book 2) (19 page)

The crowd didn’t stop him, however, from walking straight up to her, dropping the basket, hauling her into his arms, and claiming her mouth with his. No, he’d waited all week to touch her again and nothing was going to stop him.

She met his kiss eagerly, opening her mouth to his. Her hands came up to rest on his chest and he shuddered from the pleasure of it. Nothing in his vast experience had prepared him for the desire that rocked him at her touch. He wanted to tell her to forget whatever she’d planned and haul her off to the nearest hotel. Hell, the nearest semi-private clump of bushes would soon do if she kept kissing him the way she was.

He cursed the layers of clothing separating them, damned the men standing nearby, and reluctantly broke off the kiss. Their ragged breathing mixed when he rested his forehead on hers. “I missed you.”

She smiled. “You saw me every day.”

He moved his head to speak softly into her ear. “Not like this.”

“This is nice,” she agreed with a sigh.

A man beside them cleared his throat loudly. “I’m Hank, your pilot. Are we ready to go?”

Nick didn’t move, continuing to hold Rena tightly against him. “I know I am.”

A concerned look darkened Rena’s eyes. “Do you want to ditch the balloon ride? It seemed like a good idea, but I didn’t think it through very well.”

Had it been anyone else, he would have given in to the need raging within him and agreed, but as he looked down into her eyes, he realized that he wanted her to be happy more than he wanted anything for himself. It was a new feeling and one that scared him a little. He shook his head, dismissed that thought, and said, “It was a great idea. I’ve never been in one. Let’s do it.”

Her eyes rounded with surprise. “You’ve never been in a hot air balloon?”

He looked down at her, “Contrary to what you believe, I haven’t done everything.”

A spicy little smile pursed her lips. “Me either.”

Nick inwardly chastised his throbbing cock for robbing him of the ability to think straight.
Down, boy, you’ll have your chance later.
He stepped back from her, handed the picnic basket to the pilot, along with a substantial tip, and said, “Make it a quick trip.”

“Absolutely, sir,” Hank answered and smiled.

Nick and Rena followed him into the basket. Rena stood, holding onto the side of it. Nick moved to stand behind her and pulled her back against him. Shoving the picnic basket away from his feet, he felt for the remote in his jacket pocket. Knowing he could use it at any time brought a smile to his face as they lifted off the ground.

When the pilot brought the balloon to a nice cruising height, Nick and Rena could see patches of fields, trees, and homes below. Able to hear dogs barking below, their peaceful journey was interrupted only when Hank ignited the burner to raise the balloon higher.

“What an amazing view,” Rena said, taking in the serene landscape.

“Not near as amazing as the one I have right here.” Nick leaned in and nuzzled her neck from behind. Rena gasped as he pushed his legs between hers. “Am I right in thinking you’re wearing something special for me?”

“I didn’t realize we would have company. And it’s too quiet to use it right now. It was a crazy idea anyway.”

Right then the pilot gave the burner another push, shattering the silence. At the same time, Nick pressed the remote, giving Rena a quick jolt, which produced a louder gasp from her. Keeping his head close to her ear, he whispered, “Crazy is my middle name. We can make it work if you trust me.” He reached one arm around her waist and caressed her, moving his hand up to cup and gently squeeze her breast. Rena leaned back against him, squirming as the remote sent vibrations through her.

With his back to the pilot, Nick continued to press against Rena and the remote. He turned his head to Hank and said, “How high can you take us? Can the burner run long enough to climb a thousand feet?”

Hank gave him a bland look.

As the burner powered up, Nick turned the remote to a higher and higher setting. Rena clutched at the edge of the basket in front of her, fighting for control as the bullet continued vibrating. “Oh God . . . Nick, the view is breathtaking . . . Oh my God, can we go just a little higher?. . . Yes, that’s perfect . . . Don’t change anything.”

“I wouldn’t.” Never before had someone else’s pleasure meant more to him than his own. He bent down to gently stroke his lips across her neck. His left hand skimmed over her breast, lightly pinching her aroused nipple. He felt her tense and her breathing quicken. She trembled and gasped. Nick hugged Rena tighter, his cock firmly pressed against her lower back, knowing she was about to explode. He held her firmly through the spasms until her body relaxed and her breathing slowed. He turned off the remote, then smiled against her neck.

She turned, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him with such passion he almost forgot they weren’t alone. Her hands ran through the back of his hair, her body arched against him, rubbing back and forth against his throbbing cock. He broke off the kiss and gripped her hips to still her, fearing he would lose his load right there. “Easy, Rena. I’m only human.”

She smiled up at him. “You make me feel—free. I never thought it could be this way.”

He pulled her tight to him, tucking her beneath his chin and seeking to calm his raging libido. He couldn’t label his own feelings as easily as she had. He wanted to land the balloon, carry her to the first secluded spot they could find, and finish what they had started. Then he wanted . . .

That was the part of his fantasy where his heart started pounding wildly and his throat constricted. The rest of the day should be easy enough to imagine. Sex, sex, followed by more sex, then parting ways until the following Saturday.

Uncomplicated pleasure with someone he genuinely liked.

“Come back to my place after this,” Nick said, surprising himself with his invitation.

Rena shook her head. “I booked a room for the afternoon at a hotel near the takeoff site.” She smoothed one of her hands across his chest. “At the time I didn’t realize this was an untethered ride. I should have read the description on the website better.”

He covered her hand with his. “It was perfect.”

She leaned back to look up into his eyes. “You made our first two times so amazing, I wanted to wow you.” She blushed and lowered her gaze to his chin. “Sorry this part of the day wasn’t as exciting for you as it was for me.”

He brushed his lips over hers gently and murmured into her ear, “It was perfect, but I can’t wait to get you alone. I want to see your face when you come. I want to feel you tighten around my cock as you orgasm and cry out my name. And then I want to start all over, slowly, taking my time getting to know every inch of you. An afternoon doesn’t sound like enough time for what I want to do.”

“It’ll have to be,” Rena said with an expression he couldn’t decipher.

Instead of answering her, Nick turned to the balloon pilot and said, “How soon can you land us?”

“There is a clearing just over those trees. I’ve landed there before. Easy access from the road. I’ll radio down to my team.” A moment later, Hank said, “Everything is set. Your driver is following my team so everyone should be there.”

“Good,” Nick said, then leaned down and whispered in Rena’s ear. “If my time with you is limited, I don’t want to waste another moment up here with him.”

Desire flared in Rena’s eyes. “I booked a suite with a heated indoor pool. I’ve never been skinny-dipping.”

Nick nuzzled her neck. “If I have my way, you won’t have energy left for a swim.”

***

Rena climbed into the back of Nick’s town car feeling as if she were in some erotic dream—one she wouldn’t wake from feeling frustrated. No, this particular dream just kept getting better and better.

Nick slid in beside her, and Rena was surprised when he left a chaste space between them. He leaned forward, instructed the driver to take a scenic route back, and told him to turn on the radio.

“Any particular station?” the driver asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Nick said, glancing across the seat and holding Rena’s eyes with his. He slid one hand into his coat pocket. “Just crank it up.” The air sizzled with anticipation as the vehicle filled with the pulsating beat of Iggy Azalea.

The car pulled out of the field onto the road. When nothing more happened, Rena began to think she’d misunderstood Nick’s intention. He half turned in his seat and looked at her.

Is he going to turn it on or not?
Rena bit her lip.
What the hell is he waiting for?

Silently, he mouthed, “Is this what you want?”

The vibration in her panties started, but at such a low setting it was nothing more than a tease. Rena flipped her chin upward in what she hoped was a universal sign for more.

His mouth curled with a devilish smile. “Like this?” he asked, his voice just barely audible above the music. The vibration intensified by the smallest of fractions.

Rena mouthed back, “More.”

He put it on full speed. Rena gasped, gripped the door handle beside her, and closed her eyes. Nick lowered the speed back to a hum, and Rena’s eyes flew once more back to his.

“Keep your eyes open,” he ordered.

Helpless to deny him, Rena did and was rewarded by the bullet vibrating wildly against her clit. All the while, Nick watched her expression, clearly enjoying the game. As she became more excited, she squirmed in her seat to adjust the bullet so it could caress her with even more accuracy. Just when she thought she was going to orgasm, he lowered the speed.

Rena shook her head in protest.

Nick merely smiled and started to increase the speed again, slowly, then let it ebb away. What had at first been frustrating became its own sort of caress. Like the lapping of a tongue, the vibration came and went rhythmically. Each time it returned, Rena tightened as heat shot through her. Each time it ebbed, she wanted to cry out against the loss.

The orgasm building within her felt stronger each time it almost crested. Rena desperately reached out one hand toward Nick. He brought it to his mouth, running his tongue along the inside of her wrist. The sensation of his hot, wet mouth on her skin sent Rena over the edge. She gripped his hand tightly and fought to keep her eyes open while her orgasm rolled through her, wave after wave. She sagged against her side of the car.

He closed the distance between them and growled into her ear. “Next time you come you’ll be on your knees with me in your mouth.”

Rena shook with need at the image. Waiting was its own pleasure, and pain. She needed more than her damn toy. She wanted his hands on her. She wanted him inside her—yes, in her mouth and, God yes, in any other way he wanted to be. She was tempted to drop before him in the backseat of the car, despite their lack of privacy, and bring him to the place he’d already taken her to twice that day.

She wanted him as out of control as she felt. She shifted to do just that, but he pulled her to his side. “Not yet, Rena. Patience.”

The rest of the ride was sheer torture. Just when Rena began to calm, he teased her with just enough vibration to rev her up again. And each time she thought he had changed his mind and would give her another release, he stopped.

By the time they reached the hotel, Rena was wild in a way she’d never imagined she could be. She waited in a daze beside Nick while he checked them in. As soon as the elevator door closed, she pulled his mouth hungrily down to hers and cried out, “Fuck yes,” when the bullet once again began its dance against her.

This time, though, she could taste Nick, and she couldn’t get enough of him. His tongue wrapped around hers, guiding her to a rhythm of his choosing. Her hands sought his hard shaft and rubbed it eagerly through the material of his slacks. The elevator opened and they stumbled together into the private hallway outside their hotel suite.

Without breaking the kiss, he inserted the key, and the door swung open behind them. Rena was beyond caring about where they were, her hands frantically unbuckling his belt. She made quick work of the front of his pants and fell to her knees before him, pulling his pants down to his ankles as she went.

His cock, hard and proud, sprung up before her, and she took it greedily into her mouth. One of her hands cupped his balls while her other clung to his muscular thigh. She felt the bullet go wild against her clit and took him even deeper into her mouth.

There against the open door of the hotel room, he leaned back, dug a hand into the back of her hair, and held her to him while he thrust deeper into her. She welcomed him as she’d never welcomed another. Desperately. Wantonly. His pleasure was her pleasure, and the added benefit of her own stimulation sent her into a frenzy.

He gave the back of her hair a forceful tug and she raised her eyes to meet his. “I’m going to come,” he said as if giving her a chance to withdraw.

She opened her mouth even wider and lapped at the side of his cock. When she felt him tensing beneath her hands, she gave herself to her own orgasm and they came in near perfect unison.

He stepped out of his pants and shoes, pulled her to her feet and kicked the door shut behind them. She was still in a near speechless daze. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, tossing her down on the bed and slowly removing his jacket and shirt.