Promises Linger (Promise Series) (13 page)

His “yes” was a harsh hiss of sound.

She liked knowing that. With one finger she reached forward and traced the contours of his shaft. His hips bucked helplessly beneath her touch. A woman could get addicted to having a man react to her like this, she decided.

“I liked it,” she confessed in a barely discernible whisper.

“What?”

A quick glance determined she had his full attention. She didn’t know if he truly hadn’t heard or was shocked at what she’d said. She did know, however, that she wanted to taste his cock again. This time at her pace, without his interference.

“I liked it,” she repeated clearly.

She was lifted from the floor by two large hands on her upper arms. She looked up to find his dark eyes glittering with emotion, the dark almost swallowing the silver.

“What?” she asked on a twinge of unease.

“I’m thinking I might like it, too.”

In the time it took her to blink, he had her up and sitting on the table top. It was going to be tough to accomplish what she wanted from here. It took all her composure to point that out without stammering or crumpling into a ball of embarrassment. He didn’t appear to notice. He merely flashed a grin and chuckled when she groaned. For once, he didn’t argue her avoiding his gaze. It should have warned her, but she was too caught up in mortification to pay attention until it was too late.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when his cool hands captured her ankles. As she scooted back, she asked, “What are you doing?”

With a tug, he undid her efforts and had her posterior teetering on the edge of the table.

“Thought I’d have a bit more breakfast,” he answered, stepping between her calves, completely unconcerned with her skirt riding up past her knees.

She tried to push the material down, but she wasn’t too effective as she had to use one hand to balance on the table top. “This isn’t seemly,” she pointed out desperately as he stepped between her splayed thighs. Her skirt continued its upward climb.

His “I wasn’t going for seemly,” was completely unconcerned with the fact that her skirt was now above her thighs and sunlight was highlighting every wrinkle in her pantaloons.

He paused. “Now there’s a problem.”

What on earth could he be seeing as a problem. Down there?

On second thought, she didn’t want to know.

The jiggle he gave her legs as he reached for something in his boot upset her balance. With a gasp, she felt her arm give out and she landed on her back.

“Now that’s a sight.”

She was sure it was. It wasn’t every day a woman found herself laid out on the kitchen table in broad daylight, with her skirts hitched up around her waist and a fully dressed man standing between her thighs staring at all there was to see. She squeezed her eyes shut. The one corner of her soul that wasn’t writhing in mortification wished heartily she’d put on her fancy underwear this morning. The silk ones with the expensive lace.

Something cool and narrow touched her thigh. She jerked upright only to immediately fall back. “Is that a knife?”

“Yup.” His drawl was unconcerned. His hand on her midriff stopped her next lunge.

“Just lie still darlin’ and we’ll be getting this problem out of the way.”

“I assure you I don’t have any problem down…there.” At least, she hoped not.

The knife began an upward slide. She heard the hiss of material parting, and suddenly had an excellent idea of what he thought was a problem.

“Are you crazy?” she gasped.

“Nope.”

“I can’t be naked in the kitchen!” There was a light tug as the knife hit the thickness of the drawstring waistband, and then the cool waft of the morning air on her hip.

“I wasn’t shooting for fully bare assed.”

As if that was some comfort. “I absolutely refuse to allow this to continue.” The knife slid under her opposite leg and slid through the cotton like it was nothing.

“It’s a little late to be complaining.”

Not in her book. While he was distracted returning the knife to its sheath, she wiggled toward the side of the table and freedom.

He stopped her simply by using his grip on her legs to pull her hips back toward him. “Hold still, darlin’. I’ve never done this before and I’m real interested in getting it right.”

She glanced at his face and immediately wished she hadn’t. He was looking at her. There. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed as if she could somehow block out the image of his expression. Hard. Intent. Lustful.

Nothing could block out the sensation of his calloused fingertips drifting up her sensitive thighs until they reached her hips. She couldn’t suppress a shiver and the goose bumps that sprang up along the path his hands had taken. His thumbs drew circles around her hipbones, grazing the creases in her thighs. With each pass, little sparks of sensation migrated inward from the spot. Her woman’s flesh felt tingly and started to swell. The only thing that saved her from complete mortification was the fact that her pantaloons still preserved her modesty.

She hadn’t even gotten the prayer of gratitude formed in her mind before that thin cotton was whisked away. Her eyes sprang open. Out of the corner of one, she saw the white fabric drift to the floor.

“Oh my God!” she gasped in shock, her hands flying to cover her privates. “What are you doing?”

As she watched, he lowered himself to his knees. His face was just above her hips, within inches of her most private place. Between the curves of her breasts, she met his hot gaze. Before her scandalized eyes, he tipped his hat back, and smiled. “Why darlin’, I’m planning on getting acquainted with your sweet little pussy.”

“You most certainly are not!” She jerked to a sitting position, aided by the way his big hands anchored her thighs.

He glanced up as she propped herself up on her elbows. “You planning on watching?”

“Oh my…no!” She took a swing at him. All she accomplished was to knock off his hat.

“A pity.” He was totally unrepentant. “I think I might have enjoyed that.”

As she glared at him, he leaned forward. She felt his breath on her…pussy a second before the touch of his tongue.

He touched, swirled, and then slid through the soft folds in a leisurely lap.

It was like watching a train wreck happen. Her dignity and reputation were going to hell in a hand basket, and all she could do was stare. Fascinated.

She thought he would be repulsed, but instead he seemed enthralled. Looking up at her, he ran his tongue around his lips, as if collecting every morsel of her flavor. His gaze was serious. He held hers as he leaned forward again. And very slowly, deliberately, he stuck his tongue out. It seemed to take forever for his tongue to reach her. Her breath caught in her throat as he rested it against the pink flesh swelling at the top of her pussy. She stopped breathing altogether when he fluttered it there, shooting a maelstrom of sensation from her groin through her body. She tried to shift away, but he followed, sucking the flange of flesh into the heat of his mouth. Her world reduced to a spiral of sensation that started out narrowed and intense, and spread outward like wildfire throughout her body. She wanted to pull away. She wanted to shove closer. She settled for a combination of the two, alternately pushing toward his mouth and then pulling away when the feeling got too intense.

“What are you doing to me?” It took a tremendous amount of concentration to get the question out.

He lapped at her pussy, delving, swirling and dipping through folds as if searching for every drop of moisture. “I’m making you feel good.”

Lord was he making her feel good. “This has got to be a sin.”

“Maybe.” He slipped his big hands under her rear, and pulled her down until her hips rested on the edge of the table. “Come here.”

“Why?” She should have known the man would answer with complete embarrassing honesty.

He tilted her hips up. “Because I want to lap up all the delicious cream I can convince you to give me.”

“Oh God.” The back of her head made a soft thunk as it fell back to the table, just one more sensation in the cacophony going off in her body. “You can’t be serious.”

She’d barely survived what he’d done so far.

As if to prove he was serious, he ran his tongue from the base of her pussy to the top. Once. Twice. On the third pass, he paused here and there to wiggle, press and nudge. His voice, when it came to her, was muffled. “Never been more serious in my life. You, Mrs. MacIntyre, are one tasty treat.”

And he proceeded to eat her from top to bottom. One excruciating inch at a time. She should have been appalled at what was happening. At the hot words he muttered against her creaming pussy. At the whole indecency of the situation. At the way she wanted him to go on. Instead, she closed her eyes and decided she was going to go up in flames. Her skin felt stretched too tightly to contain her body, while her woman’s flesh throbbed and ached with an unrelenting emptiness.

His focus went from nibbling at her entire pussy to concentrating at the top. His tongue lashed a particularly sensitive spot, and the breath left her body in a soundless scream. He did it again, a firm wet tap, and she jerked up straight to fall back and writhe as he lashed it over and over. With every pass of his hot tongue, molten need poured through her body, until she was gasping his name with each breath. Pleading for something he kept withholding from her.

“Just a minute darlin’,” he soothed, kissing her creaming flesh gently.

She wasn’t waiting for anything. With a burst of strength she latched onto his hair and pulled his face back to her aching, sopping pussy. Acting on instinct. His laugh vibrated just to the left of where she needed it. She wiggled frantically, needing his lips and teeth to release her from this torment.

His big hands stilled her hips. “No need to snatch me bald. I get the idea.” He blew against the sensitive knot of flesh.

“Please…” He was killing her, leaving her stretched out on this burning, unfamiliar ledge.

“I like you like this,” he murmured, lapping delicately at her folds, swirling his tongue in the thick juices weeping from her hungry slit. “All soft and generous.” He lapped again. “Needing.”

He pressed his tongue against that one spot high up. Lightning streaked through her body arching her back off the table, driving her pulsing flesh closer to his face. Closer to paradise. Her hands clenched on the side of the table as he did it again. This time, her scream was a strangled plea for more. He didn’t give it to her. When her spine reconnected with the table, he pulled back and asked, “You liked that, huh?”

Later, she’d smack him for sounding so smug. Right now, she needed him to do it again. “What was that?” she gasped, her hips helplessly lifting and searching.

He stroked her softly with his tongue, as if to soothe the flesh he’d just driven insane. “That was your clit.”

She could barely feel those tantalizing sweeps of his tongue. “My what?”

He rested his chin on top of her mound. His morning beard pricked her sensitized flesh. The relentless demand in her body subsided to a dissatisfied howl.

His smile was pure male satisfaction as he explained. “Your clit. A very tasty, sensitive little button that, apparently, likes to come out and play.”

“Oh.” Now that the furor inside had died down, she was beginning to feel embarrassed again.

Her feelings must have shown on her face, because he got a real determined look and said, “Oh no you don’t.”

She didn’t get a chance to ask what he meant, as he moved his face. His prickly, bearded chin brushed her clit, and she almost leapt out of her skin.

“Asa!”

She only had time to register the surprise in his eyes as he paused. The tiny pricks of sensation were excruciating. Locked somewhere between pain and pleasure, she held her breath.

“Easy, darlin’.”

Asa trapped her hips tightly in his hands before he cautiously shifted his chin again. The effect on Elizabeth was immediate. Her fingers clenched tighter in his hair, dragging him closer.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Harder,” she begged. “Oh please, harder.”

He did it again, tentatively adding a bit more pressure. He could tell from the way her head tossed that it wasn’t enough, but damn, her woman’s flesh was so delicate, he didn’t want it cut up.

Catching him by surprise, she yanked on his hair and threw her hips up at the same time, driving his chin into her swollen clit. “Yessss!”

He almost came at the sound of her gratification. Using one hand to steady her hips, he slid the other down to his pants. He let her ride his chin however she wanted, while he pulled his cock free. He paused for a heartbeat to smear his hand with her copious juices. Wrapping his fist around his painfully aroused flesh, he started pumping while grinding his rough chin against her hard clit. He worried about hurting her, but she liked it rough, and anything less had her sobbing in frustration. Suddenly, with no warning, her body convulsed and she arched her hips into his face, grinding and screaming, her body jerking in powerful spasms. It was all he needed for his own orgasm to crash over him. As his seed jetted out onto the floor, he twisted his face into her pussy, capturing her little clit between his lips, holding it firmly as he sucked it while the crashing waves of pleasure took him out of himself. He felt her struggle to get away, but something primitive in him refused to let her deny him anything. Least of all, the taste of her satisfaction, the way he wanted it.