Minding Amy (8 page)

"There's something I have to do first," he said, straightening up. His voice was hoarse, and he glanced back toward the hallway with reluctance.

"What's that?"

"I have to find the switch to turn off the spooks in this place." His mouth quirked to one side. "The last thing I want is an interruption from some mechanical ghost now that I've got you exactly where I want you." With that he ducked down and captured one of her nipples between his teeth, tugging on it. Sensation shot through her, looping heat from nipple to clit and back again. Then his hand cupped her pussy through her pants, squeezing her firmly.

She cried aloud, astonished.

"Hold that position. I'll be right back."

* * * *

Sebastian walked around the kitchen, dipping his head into cupboards. The remnants of previous tenants were scattered around on the shelves, party hats and balloons, a tin of white stage make up. No obvious clues as to how the spooks were programmed, though. He kept hunting. He wanted to find the damn thing and get back to Amy.

It was over a year since he'd been involved with anyone, though, and Amy was so damned hot he was afraid he was about to lose it. Every time she came near he wanted to hold her captive in his arms, feel her body yielding to his, and mercifully fate had deemed it possible. They kept ending up in exactly that situation, and it felt good, firing him with need, real hard need, and impatience. She looked so lush and inviting lying there on the bed. It made his blood race. As for the thought of being inside her…Sebastian shut his eyes for a moment, trying to draw back from the thought that unleashed turmoil in his brain. His erection had barely subsided and thinking about going back to the bedroom had it throbbing again.

He wrenched open a door next to the fridge. It was a utilities cupboard and he found what he was looking for in the fuse box. Alongside a row of rather ancient looking fuses a more modern switch had been installed with "Theatrics" scrawled next to it in fading marker pen on the bare cement.

"Gotcha." He flicked it off.

He collected two glasses and a bottle opener, and picked up the bottle he'd left in the hallway on the way back. When he got back to the bedroom she was standing by the bed, admiring the drapes on the four-poster. Topless, with her hair tussled, one hand stroking over the velvet curtains as she glanced back at him with a pleasured look in her eyes. Her wine-colored nipples peaked before his eyes.

"You really think we need that?" She nodded at the bottle in his hand.

He put the bottle and glasses down on the bedside table. "I thought we might need it to break the ice, after the journey. But judging from the evidence," he gestured at her, "you already being half naked and all…I guess not."

Her eyes flashed and her hands went to her hips. "You really have a damn cheek."

"I say it like it is. You're half naked. That's good." Sebastian smiled as he closed on her. "I thought I told you to stay where you were though."

Her eyes rounded.

He ducked his head and breathed along the soft skin of her throat while he drew his hips close against his with a determined grasp. The resistance in her made him hungrier still. Her scent was earthy and yet sweet, something musky that made him think of sex. When he kissed her—taking a taste of her skin with his tongue—she writhed then melted into his grasp, a whimper escaping her.

She was so responsive—and he was so ready to be inside her.

"I wanted to carry on where I'd left off," he added, and cupped her pussy through her pants for good measure.

She wilted against him, her weight centering on his palm. The heat coming off her made his cock throb. He walked her back against the bed, hand squeezing her pussy all the while. Grappling her hands over his shoulders, she moaned and rounded her eyes at him.

"On your back," he instructed.

She hesitated.

He squeezed her pussy again. Her body shivered violently and she buckled at the knees. With a low curse, she dropped back onto the bed and stared up at him. With her weight resting on her elbows, her nipples jutted out at him, nut-hard.

"Better," he commented, and bent to undo the laces on her walking boots. He clasped her ankles as he lifted them out of the boots, and pulled off her little socks.

She glared at him. "If I'd have known you were so bloody cocksure and bossy I never would have—"

"What?" he interrupted, while he opened his belt buckle. "Thrown yourself in my lap?"

"Yes." Her gaze dropped to where his fingers were unbuttoning his fly. "No. I mean no!" Her cheeks flamed.

Teasing her was too good.

She watched as he stripped. Before he took off his jeans, he pulled a condom from his wallet and threw it on the bed beside her. She pursed her lips as she glanced at it, then returned her attention to his undressing. He dropped his jeans and jockey shorts and stepped out of them. She murmured her approval, and there was a deeply pleasured timbre to the sound. The way she stared at his cock made him harder still.

"Look at the state you've got me in," he said as he approached, wanting her to look some more.

"I'm not complaining about it, are you?" She looked positively wanton, regarding him with a mixture of longing and appraisal.

His balls tightened.

She gasped when his fingers found her waistband and pulled at the fly on her combats. When he had them off he pushed past her underwear, finding his way into her intimate warmth. "You're so hot."

She flushed, and her eyes reflected the heat. His fingers slid into the warm soft curves of her most sensitive places. Her breathing altered, speeding. He was painfully hard, throbbing urgently, but he wanted to explore her some more. He eased his finger inside the groove of her pussy. She breathed even quicker, her mouth opening in response to his penetration.

"And you're very wet," he added.

She nodded, her eyelids lowering.

She whimpered with pleasure when he slid his dampened finger inside her, then eased it out again. Sebastian's blood roared. He could see it in her eyes, and he could feel it in her body. He coaxed her some more, his fingers slowly stroking back and forth over the swollen nub of her clit. She moaned and clutched at him, and he sped his actions. Her body shuddered as she came, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She was one hot siren all right, and Sebastian wanted to be inside her when she reached that point again, soon.

He withdrew his hand. His fingers were slick with her dew. He took them to his mouth and she watched and swore low, when he sucked them clean. She tasted good, like the sea and ozone, like the elements on a windswept day by the shore.

The g-string she wore was already at half-mast because of his explorations. He tugged it right off then ducked to take another taste of her, directly from her delicious cunt. With his tongue inside her he had to squeeze his cock in one hand for relief, because it pounded so heavily. The urge to be inside her was taking over.

She said his name, over and over, and when he ran his tongue up to her clit, stroking back and forth, she grabbed at him. "Please, Sebastian, please."

Lifting her legs further apart with his hands under her knees, he climbed between them. Her head rolled from side to side as he climbed over her. There were patches of color high on her cheekbones and her torso arched up from the bed. When he kissed her, she melted against him. Everything was pushed from his mind except the hunger he had for her, the deep need that could only be satisfied by uniting them in the most intimate way possible.

He had to take a deep breath to stop from rushing. This was an experience he wanted to savor. He cupped one breast, running his thumb over her hard nipples. He kissed and licked them, each in turn, and she moaned with pleasure, her fingers clutching at the bedcovers, but his need was growing increasingly urgent. He reached for the condom packet and opened it, watching as her breasts bounced gently back into place.

Her eyes glimmered as she watched him roll on the rubber. When he resumed his position with his sheathed cock against her splayed pussy, she cried aloud. Her hands ran over his hips possessively, her nails flitting lightly over his buttocks. The sensation ran ragged over his nerves. Whatever she was doing, it was already too much. He was having difficulty hanging on, and he wanted to make it last. He wanted to see her moaning with pleasure before he gave in to it himself.

"Easy now, you are such an impetuous woman." He rested his hands on her shoulders, easing her back.

She huffed a laugh at him, watching him from under lowered eyelids. "Don't make me regret this."

"I won't, I promise."

Her eyes rolled and she pressed her lips together but when his hand curved around her breast, she lost the disapproval in her expression. The touch was like static between them and she moaned, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. She was so sensitized, so electric. His cock jerked, insistently. Sebastian swallowed, hard. Directing his cock, he pushed the crown inside her hot, tight opening. It felt too good. He almost came apart immediately when he eased inside and felt the firm, moist grip of her body on his. She was so slippery, and her delicious cunt gripped him in welcome, stealing his breath away for several moments.

"Amy, oh yes."

She nodded at him, her hips arching to accommodate him.

As he drove his full length into her, she cried out with pleasure. He felt her throb and clasp at him with her inner muscles, then he saw the relief she felt in her expression. She wanted this as much as he did. Oh, but that fired him up. He rose up onto his arms, thrusting into the tender place she had offered him.

His thrusts soon grew urgent, the clasp of her slick cunt urging him on, faster and faster. Her hands roved over his back then she dug her fingers into the dips of muscle on his buttocks, pulling him deeper. He wanted to drive her to distraction and now she was moving in tune with his body. Sebastian felt as if he was about to come every time he pressed against her, deep inside.

Her head began to roll from side to side, her mouth open. He was so close. He slid one hand down to where they were joined, stroking her clit. He couldn't hold out much longer. A startled moan crossed her lips and he felt her spasm rhythmically, her lush, tender flesh embracing him over and over. That was his final undoing. With a deep lurch and a roar, Sebastian came.

* * * *

"Can I take this warm afterglow you're giving off as a sign of your satisfaction, Madam?" They were lolling in the bed, in the early hours, after several rounds of hot sex. Each time he'd thought them replete they'd both come back for more, like two starving people who'd been offered a gourmet smorgasbord.

She grinned at him. "Oh yes, you can. You're in top notch shape, and you certainly have plenty of effective techniques to satisfy a woman." She laughed and ruffled her hand through his hair. "Although…" Her expression grew pensive. ""While we’re working together I think I'd better keep checking that's still the case, don't you agree?" She arched one eyebrow at him.

"Yes, that sounds good." He breathed a sigh and nibbled on her ear lobe. "In fact I think we'd better check it out in as many ways as possible and in as many positions as possible."

She captured his face in her hands and kissed him deep, her tongue dancing with his.

"I have to say, I'm really enjoying the perks that come with this job," he teased, his hand stroking over her hip.

"Cheeky," she murmured, sleepily, snuggling down.

He smiled and was about to drift off when he felt her rouse herself and get out of the bed. She walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. After the marathon session they'd shared he was in dire need of sleep, but the sight of her body outlined by the moonlight stimulated a stirring of desire, nonetheless.

"Amy, I'm sorry, but I have to ask, what the hell are you doing?"

"Oops, sorry. Do you mind?" She gestured at the open curtains where light flooded in across the bed. "I like to get a bit of natural light from the window if I'm in a strange place."

"Of course I don't mind," he lied. "I was just curious as to why."

She climbed back into the bed beside him and he pulled the sheet up around her shoulder, one finger stroking the soft outline of her neck as she nestled into the pillows.

"The light's lovely," she whispered, sleepily. "Much better than the dark shadows in a strange room."

She gave a funny little shiver.

Sebastian smiled to himself in the gloom. For someone who wanted to be an investigative journalist, she sure was easily spooked.