Indelibly Intimate (8 page)

“Sorry,” he said, nearly losing the ability to speak when her tongue darted out to taste her damp lips. “I got a little carried away.”

She nodded and drew back slightly, looking at the ground as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “It’s okay, really.”

“Good,” he said, running a finger along her cheek. “Because I can pretty much guarantee that it’ll happen again, Sparky.”

Uncertainty flitted across her face but then her lids fluttered closed. She lifted a hand to catch his against her cheek. She didn’t say a word.

Chapter Eight

Quinn’s blood sang hotly through her veins even though Hammer’s kiss had been over for almost sixty seconds now. She stood silent, holding his large hand against her cheek. It felt good. Right, even. How the hell was this happening?

Her brain had short-circuited. That was the only explanation for it. She must have an aneurism, or an early onset of Alzheimer’s. This was what had happened with Guy, right? She’d fallen way too hard, way too fast.

You can’t know enough about a person after such a short time in their company, can you?
But you were only a teenager when you met Guy and fell in love. You’re not a kid anymore, Quinn
.

Her beleaguered brain shut up again when Hammer’s breath brushed by her ear. “Come on. Want to get out of here? Go get some dinner?”

She opened her lids and nodded, shaking the confusion off. Why did it matter anyway? This wasn’t going anywhere. It was only for fun. Like Kim had said, maybe Hammer would be a great rebound guy. That’s what she’d do. She’d lay it all out for him. Explain what she could and couldn’t give to him. Draw a clear line in the sand so he’d understand this was pure chemistry and not anything Hallmark stocked a card for.

The idea had merit and as she led the way back to their hotel room to gather her purse, she smiled, feeling lighter and more carefree than she had in the last year or so. Fun. She could have fun with Hammer and as long as he was cool with it, nobody would get hurt. What a novel idea.

“What are you grinning about?” Hammer stood beside her as they waited for the elevator. “You look like you just found a hundred-dollar bill.”

“I’m feeling good, that’s all.” Quinn didn’t bother to dim her cheer as she stepped into the elevator. “I’ve got an idea I want to float by you.”

“Okay,” he said, leaning against the rail in the elevator, crossing his arms and his ankles like a cowboy lazing on a break. “Shoot.”

“Well,” she started, but at that moment a woman and two small children rounded the corner.

“Can you hold the elevator, please?” the woman called.

Hammer punched the door open and Quinn sighed. “I’ll tell you upstairs.”

The youngest kid spent the trip from the ground floor to the fifth bawling her cute little eyes out. The sound rubbed at Quinn like a cheese grater on burned flesh. Her prepared proposal to Hammer floated right out of her head as she tried to dig her nails into the brass rail behind her. But she kept a pleasant expression pinned as the wails bounced off the walls of the elevator around her. It wasn’t the kid’s fault she’d picked the worst moment to have a temper tantrum ever.

When the car arrived on floor five, Quinn’s cheeks were numb, she’d broken two nails and her spine ached from retained tension. She nearly collapsed when the door closed behind the little family.

Hammer’s laugh echoed in the small moving room.

“What?” Quinn griped, pulling herself upright again. Her temples throbbed from the little girl’s shrieks.

“Not a huge fan of kids, are you, Sparky?” He wiped away tears of mirth. “I thought you were going to climb the damn wall to get away from that kid.”

“If I thought she’d stop crying, I’d have done fricking cartwheels in here.”

“Now that, I’d pay to see.”

The elevator arrived at their floor. Quinn led the way back to their room. She waited beside the door as Hammer pulled his keycard from his wallet and inserted it into the electronic lock.

“So what was this idea you were mentioning before?” he asked as the light above the handle flipped to green and he pushed the door open.

“Well…” Quinn trailed off as she followed him into the dim room. What to say now? The impetuous idea had had some simmering time now and it sounded less good than it had before. What if it offended him? Maybe she’d better hedge her bets. A little buttering up never hurt anybody.

She reached out, grabbing his arm. He stopped and turned to her, exactly as she’d hoped. Rising on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. Her fingers delighted in the smooth skin of his shaved head. The brush of their lips together kindled a slow burn low in her belly.

She stepped into him, aligning their bodies closer. Her breath came quicker as the kiss deepened, Hammer’s tongue delving into her mouth. He traced her lips, her teeth, her tongue. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in close to him. His cock lay hard and heavy against her belly, the stiff heat stoking the small fire in her to a straight-up blaze.

She moaned deep in her throat. He tore his mouth from hers, only to press his lips to her cheek, her jaw then the tender flesh of her neck. His licking, nipping kisses shot bolts of lust through her entire body.

Her fingers grew minds of their own, smoothing down to his shoulders, clutching at the muscles there, rubbing at his rounded biceps, which flexed as his hands moved on her back.

“Hammer.” She gasped his name as he palmed her ass, bringing her as close to him as they could get while still clothed. He dragged them toward the bed, lifting her slightly as they fell backward.

He rolled them over, trapping her body beneath his as he continued his assault on her neck and collarbone. One hand remained on her ass while the other rubbed the skin of her thigh, which he’d hitched up on his hip, bringing his cock in direct contact with the crotch of her denim shorts.

She gasped as he kissed the flesh of her breasts, barely visible above the scooped neck of her shirt. It was too much. She couldn’t think. There was something she’d meant to say, something important…

The thought went flying from the room as soon as Hammer delved beneath her shirt to touch her breasts.

“I was watching you,” he whispered between kisses. “Up on that chair, your ass nearly in my face, your shirt riding up. You make me crazy, Sparky.”

He lifted her shirt. The front clasp of her bra melted beneath his fingers, baring her breasts beneath his starving gaze. He didn’t look for long. He picked up kissing her where he’d left off, not stopping until every part of her breasts had been tasted, kissed or softly nipped. When his mouth finally closed on her nipples, she surrendered to the feelings swamping her. Whatever the hell she’d been trying to think of before could wait. She and Hammer couldn’t.

She pulled at his shirt, her palms tingling with the need to touch him as he touched her. He rose from her breasts long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it aside.

The last time they’d been together, it had been fast, hazy and wild. She wanted to enjoy herself this time.

His back was as toned as his arms, lean muscles defined under smooth, tanned skin. She arched as he sucked on her nipples, digging her fingers into him. He felt too damn good, pressing her down into the soft bed. They moved together, both of them needing to be closer. Her shorts and his jeans were too much between them. Her pussy ached to feel him against her.

She pulled her hands between them, bringing her breasts higher as he continued to play with her nipples. His tongue swirled around one hardened tip, nipping it before moving to its twin to continue the sweet torture.

She squeezed her own flesh as lust emanated from every pore. His hands were everywhere, down the skin of her ribs, to her hips, to her ass, between her legs. He seemed to know where he’d do the most damage to her walls and his assault was relentless. She was ready to deny him
nothing
.

“Please,” she whimpered, raising her body against him, hard. “Please.”

He lifted his head. “What do you want, Sparky?”

“Fuck me. Please.” She fumbled on the button and zipper of her shorts. They had to go, now. She needed him.

With a nod, he saved her. Taking over for her useless fingers, he made quick work of removing her shorts, tossing them aside. Her thong was next, the scrap of black lace disappearing in a blink. He unfastened his own jeans next, pushing them quickly down his legs and removing them and his boxers together in one quick motion.

Quinn pulled her shirt and bra the rest of the way off and scooted up to the head of the bed. Her hand went to her clit as if magnetized when she saw his stiff cock standing proudly as Hammer pulled a condom and a bottle of something from his duffle. His eyes were hungry as he rolled the condom on. He watched her, and her fingers moved quicker in response.

“Do you like to watch me get off?” Her voice was throaty, almost a purr. Her legs opened farther, exposing her weeping pussy to his gaze. Her fingers delved lower, pulling the lips apart, baring her deepest places to him. “Like anything you see?”

“I do,” he said. “But I want more.”

“What do you want?” She dipped into her entrance. It was hot, slick and tight around her finger.

“Turn over. Spread out for me on your knees.”

She thrust her finger deep, moaning a little.

“Quinn, now. Roll over.” He gripped his cock, fisting the hardness. “Last time I let you be in charge. But this is my turn. And I want something from you. Roll over.”

She nodded and obeyed. Coming to her knees, she rested her cheek on the pillow. She waggled her ass in the air. “This what you want?

“Use your hands and spread your ass cheeks apart for me.”

Being told what to do in bed was new for Quinn. It surprised her that she enjoyed it this much. She wasn’t certain what was going to happen and the anticipation was delicious.

The bed dipped slightly. She breathed a little harder as he came closer, the heat from his naked body kissing hers. Hot breath replaced the cool room air against her wet pussy.

His mouth brushed against her, tasting her body. She almost lost her grip on her buttocks but Hammer’s hands caught hers, keeping them in place.

“Stay still,” he whispered then licked at her pussy again. He started at her clit and continued downward, tasting each part of her most sensitive flesh, dipping his tongue into her entrance and back again. It went on and on, her pussy throbbing harder with every second.

Little moans escaped her, sounds of pleasure she had no way of stopping. He sucked harder, licking and teasing, his mouth drawing pressure on her swollen lips. She writhed against him, the delicious torture almost too much to take.

“Hammer,” she moaned, twisting as the feelings overtook her. “Please don’t make me wait. I’m going crazy.”

“Do you remember…” He paused to suck at her clit, wrenching a small cry from her. “What I asked you last time we had sex?”

“Yes,” she hissed as his tongue dragged from her clit to her entrance then up higher, to the tight hole he’d probed that night. “You asked if anyone had ever fucked me in the ass.”

He licked all around it, his hand moving between her pussy lips to fondle her swollen wet flesh. “You told me no, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

He disappeared. Something clicked, like a cap opening on a bottle, and then his fingers were back, slick with more than her own juices.

“I want to be the first.” His finger slid inside her. She gasped and grabbed at the pillow beside her. The tight, stretching sensation was unbelievably erotic. “Would you like that?”

His finger probed a little deeper. She cried out, pushing her back against him, wanting more.

“I didn’t hear you, Quinn.” His finger moved back and forth within her, setting up a rhythm that nearly made her crazy. “I want to fuck you in the ass. What do you say to that, sweetheart?”

He added a second finger, moving them faster now. The heat and the movement torqued up her lust to a near unbearable level. She was almost crying when she finally gasped out, “
Yes.
Please, Hammer. Yes.”

Hammer was so goddamn relieved when she finally said yes. Watching her like that, spread out for him, the taste of her sweet pussy on his lips, it was too fucking much. He’d shoot his load in another minute with her tight little hole hugging his fingers.

He rose higher on his knees, fisting his cock.

“Are you sure, Quinn? Don’t say yes unless you want this.” To demonstrate his point, he poised his hardness at the tight hole his fingers had left. A gentle probing encouraged her to answer.

“Please. I want you to fuck me in the ass. Please, Hammer.”

He didn’t waste another second. After generously lubing the outside of the condom, he pressed the tip of his cock against her body. It resisted at first, the tight ring of muscle fighting his intrusion, but then it relaxed and he slipped inside.

Damn. She was so fucking tight. He almost lost it at that moment. He stilled, gathering his focus.

“Are you okay,” he asked. Damn, his voice was rough.

“Yes,” she whimpered, pushing back against him. His eyes nearly rolled out of the back of his head. “Please.”

His rhythm was gentle at first. He wanted her to like this. No, not like. He wanted her to never fucking get enough. But it felt so good, his cock sinking deep into her welcoming body, the soft smack of her ass against his groin, the sweet slap of his sac against her dripping pussy, that the gentle rhythm didn’t last long.

His fingers dug into her hips on either side of that vibrant yellow sun tattoo as their rhythm increased. It was so damn good. So goddamn fucking good.