Obsession (The Plus One Chronicles) (18 page)

“It worked.”

“Good for me too.” John’s eyes were on his wife. He rolled his head, stretching his neck and cracking his knuckles. “I’ll make this lift, and Sherry will pay up.”

Kat stepped back. “All right, let’s go!”

Sherry ran a few steps and launched herself. John caught her, lifting her high over his head. He had to step back to catch his balance, but then he had her.

Sloane grinned. Sherry had perfect form as if she were flying. When John spun her, the sexy little dress she wore barely covered her ass.

Clapping broke out as John set Sherry down. “I’ll be collecting my winnings later, babe.”

Amidst the clapping, cheering and ribald suggestions, Kat’s smile glowed. He stepped in front of her.

She tilted her head up. “I knew John could do it. Sherry too. She’s so strong, she can hold the form. Plus she trusts John.”

“What about me?”

Kat eyed him. “You’re a little big for John to lift.”

He cracked a smile. Taking her hand, he pulled her up against him. “I’m going to want my own private demonstration of dirty dancing.”

Tilting her head back, she unleashed a brilliant smile. “You want a private lesson? I’m going to need more specifics. Where will this private lesson be held?”

Oh he had a location in mind, one that came from a phone conversation they’d had while he’d been in Brazil. He remembered it vividly.

Let’s talk about you sleeping in my bed tonight. Will you be naked? Thinking of me? Better yet, touch yourself and think of me? I’m going to fantasize about that tonight.

That’s your fantasy?

Oh yeah. One of them. Coming home after a trip, walking in my room and finding you on my bed, nude and masturbating. I’d make you finish while I watched. Would you do it for me?

She’d said yes, and now he wanted to make the fantasy a reality. He pitched his voice so only she could hear him. “You’ll be on my bed. Naked. Legs spread.”

She drew her eyebrows together. “What kind of dance is this? What will you be doing?”

He dropped his forehead against hers. “Watching you make yourself come for me.”

“That’s not dancing, that’s sex.”

He grinned. “Very dirty sex dance.”

Chapter Thirteen

Sloane barely turned off the engine before shooting out of the car and rushing around to open the passenger door. Catching her hands, he tugged Kat from the seat and maneuvered her against the rear door. He slapped his hands on the roof, caging her between his arms. Beneath the garage lights the pink streaks stood out against her brown hair and her eyes glowed.

“Is there a reason you’re pinning me against the car?”

Even her voice had a direct path to his cock…and his heart. He drew a finger over the curve of her face and trailed along the tender skin of her throat. “I want my private, dirty, sex-dance lesson.” His stomach heated and his cock surged. She’d been so damn gorgeous tonight. He’d never been as proud to be with any woman as he was with her.

Kat bit her bottom lip. “Do you have an appointment? I’m not seeing you on my schedule.”

Sloane dragged his finger over her silky shirt to the diamond point of her nipple.

Kat closed her eyes, arching into his touch.

Damn, the way she responded to him fired his blood to an inferno. “I’m the only one on your schedule, but I’ll be glad to help you look.” He lifted her, resting her ass against the car to bring his mouth to hers. “A slow, thorough search.” He skimmed his lips in tiny kisses from one corner of her mouth to the other. Warm and soft, her lips were the best goddamned thing he’d tasted tonight.

And they were just an appetizer, but so fucking good. Sloane traced the sexy dip in her top lip and traveled down to suck in her lush bottom one, nibbling on it.

Kat wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing the center of her heat against his cock through their pants. She tilted her head, parting her mouth. “Search more.”

Sloane licked into her, going deep into her sexy mouth. He tangled with and stroked her tongue, sliding and tasting. His heart pounded, but he wanted to relish this kiss, savor her now that her face had healed. He rocked his cock through their clothes, creating enough friction to make her whimper.

Kat dug her fingers into his hair, tugging and urging him on.

He was so lost in her, totally gone in the feel of Kat wrapped around him, riding the ridge of his cock and sucking on his tongue, he had no idea how much time had passed.

Didn’t care.

Sloane finally broke the drugging kiss. “Did we find the appointment for my private lesson? Or should I reschedule?”

Her eyes were heavy with desire. “Your appointment is in ten minutes. Sharp.”

Reluctantly, he put her down. “I’ll be there.”

Ten minutes. Six hundred seconds. He could wait that long.

Maybe.

While Kat went upstairs, Sloane checked on Drake and Ethan, double-checked the alarm system and finally—
Finally!
—he headed up the stairs, pausing outside the closed door of their bedroom to strip out of his shirt, socks and shoes. More than ready, he opened the door.

His breath jammed in his throat at the sight of Kat. She was nude and spread across the width of his bed. Rooted to the floor at the edge of the mattress, he took her in. Dark, pink-striped hair fanned over a pile of pillows, the dimmed lighting revealing her closed eyes and lush, parted mouth. Kat trailed her hands over her breasts, making her nipples stand at rigid peaks.

She rolled her nipples, moaning and scissoring her legs as a flush bloomed over her chest.

His mouth dried, and sweat broke out beneath his clothes. He couldn’t find any words.

She skimmed her fingers down her taut belly, toward the ribbon of hair. Her legs were open just enough to tease him with a strip of slick pink flesh.

A strangled sound escaped him.

Slowly she lifted her lashes. “You’re here for a private lesson in the dirty sex dance, correct?” Huskiness rode her voice.

“Yes.” He barely got the word out. His cock throbbed painfully in his jeans.

Kat smiled. “Good, because a powerfully sexy man just warmed me up with a hell of a kiss. And I was finishing that warm-up.” Spreading her legs apart and drawing her knees up, she circled her clit. “Now I’m wet and swollen.”

Sweat sprang up on his forehead and back. Not only was she willing to do this for him, but she got excited doing it. Between all the teasing at the party, kissing the fuck out of her in the garage and this…neither one of them was going to last long. “That’s good.”

“Oh yes.” Kat left her clit, sliding lower in the folds of her pussy, up and down in soft, easy strokes. “So much better than I expected.” She rolled her hips, her thighs tensing. “Dancing for an audience of you.”

Heat and lust fisted low in his belly, while his chest filled with pride. His sweet baker wasn’t hiding now. She revealed everything to him, including the private act of pleasuring herself. “You like me watching you.” His voice sounded thick and hoarse. “Show me more.”

She widened her thighs and dipped her finger in, the digit vanishing as she sank it all the way inside her tight little body. “Look what you do to me. See how easy my finger slides in? And out?” She brought her hand up to show him. “Perfect for a dirty sex dance.”

Her juices coated that finger. Jesus. Sloane ripped his pants open, shoving them down his thighs to free his throbbing cock. He fisted it, shuddering. Unable to stop himself, he leaned over her, capturing that wet finger deep into his mouth. Licked it clean. Her spicy, sweet flavor flooded him. “You taste so damn good. I’ll never get enough.”

Hot color slashed over her cheekbones. She pulled her finger from him and shoved it against her clit, rubbing more frantically, her hips bucking.

He’d done this to her, showing her how crazy she made him by palming his cock and sucking her finger. Uncontrollable need gripped her. She was so damn beautiful he couldn’t breathe. He stroked his fist to the weeping tip of his cockhead and back down his shaft.

He needed more, needed Kat. It was time to join the dance. Releasing his cock, Sloane braced his hands around her hips and tugged her to the edge of the bed. Placing her legs on his shoulders, he held her wide open.

Her eyes locked on him, and her hand slowed.

“Don’t stop.” He pressed his dick against her slick pussy and groaned. Hot, wet silk licked his cock with the sweetest agony. The urge to take her hard coiled at the base of his spine. He fought it, wanting to flow with her moves, to sway with her in their own private dance. He pushed in, her heat sucking him an inch deeper, then another until he was buried to his balls in her. Looking into her eyes, he said, “Dance with me, baby.” He pulled out and slid back in torturously slow.

Her pussy clenched in response. She eased her strokes on her clit, syncing their rhythm. Kat’s eyes darkened to a deep turquoise as she drew her other hand up her belly to toy with a nipple.

Her long, sinuous body rolled and swayed as he rocked with her to music only they could hear and feel. The pleasure twined around them, tighter and tighter, blocking out everything but their sex dance.

“Faster,” Kat begged as her tempo increased. Sloane followed her lead, pumping into her as her feet curled on his shoulders, toes digging in. In seconds she writhed on him, straining his self-control as she moved faster, losing herself in their dance.

He was right there with her. Fire licked down his spine. Pleasure built brutally. Sloane clasped her legs tighter, planting his feet hard on the floor and gritting his jaw as he powered into her, hitting so deep Kat’s pussy flooded with liquid heat.

Her stomach muscles rippled and her thighs tensed. “Sloane…” She broke, clamping down on his cock in wild spasms that bowed her head and shoulders off the bed. Kat shot out her hand, reaching blindly.

Sloane caught her fingers in his, holding tight. Seeing their joined hands undid him completely. “Kat, Christ. I’m never letting you go.” Sizzling streaks of lightning scorched down his spine, boiled in his balls, and he exploded. He hammered his cock into her, jetting hot streams into her pussy.

Through it all, he never let go of her hand.

* * *

Kat looked up into Sloane’s caramel eyes. He still held her hand but had eased her legs down and lay at her side, one heavy thigh thrown over her hips.

She was drowning in happiness, being swept away on a current so powerful, nothing could slow her down. What she didn’t know was if she was on a tide to a future with the man she loved.

Or losing him.

Her heart constricted, but Kat shoved it aside. They had now, and it was pretty damn special. Reaching up, she touched his face.

Sloane leaned down to kiss her. “You did that for me. Gave me my fantasy.”

“Just for you.” Much as she’d wanted to give him what he’d asked for, she was surprised at how easy it had been. Letting him see her like that, touching herself, being completely wanton and free. But his smoldering eyes and fierce arousal had spurred her on. “I meant to go slower. To tease you more.”

“You want to go slow, Kitten?” He rubbed his thumb over her hand. “Be seduced? Now that I’ve taken the edge off, I can give you that.”

She shivered at the heat in his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.” He didn’t look convinced, so Kat spelled it out. “When you spanked me, you pushed me hard, made it so intense.” He’d taken her places she’d never been and kept her safe while doing it. “I wanted to give you that.” Damn it. She wanted to be enough for him. Kat closed her eyes, needing to pull herself together.

Sloane separated their hands.

Good. He’d go take a shower and give her a second to stop being so stupid. “I’ll shower after you.”

He didn’t move, his leg trapping her hips to the bed.

Opening her eyes, she turned into his boiling gaze.

Sloane leaned closer, laying his hand on her face. “This is one of the places I tend to fuck up. I don’t tell you what I’m feeling, so here it is. When you turn your eyes on me, my heart kicks. Like earlier tonight when I walked out on the patio and found you and Kellen setting up John. You looked at me,
bam
, my heart does that kicking shit.”