Rastor (Lawton Rastor Book 2) (16 page)

By the time I turned the car onto my street, I was ready to lose it, and the way it looked, I wasn't the only one. Chloe, with hungry eyes and parted lips, had been teasing me the whole way back and not in the joking way.

Both of us were still dressed, but that that hadn't stopped our hands from roaming – Chloe's more than mine, since I was determined to get us back in one piece.

Inside the darkened car, I'd felt her hands skimming my chest and abs through my shirt, and then – holy fuck – caressing my cock through my jeans. Every so often, she'd lean close and whisper in my ear – sweet, dirty things that made me want to pull over and show her just how dirty I could be.

Finally, we roared through my gate and skidded to a stop in the turnaround. I cut the engine and jumped out of the car. Somehow, I'd made the thirty-minute drive in just under twenty, and the way things were going, it felt like too damn long.

I strode around to the passenger's side, flung open the door, and threw Chloe over my shoulder, barbarian style.

Laughing, she squealed out, "What you doing?"

"You'll see," I said, and kept on going.

She was giggling now, and I was loving the sounds of her. She was happy, and so was I. But I'd be a whole lot happier when I got her alone,
really
alone. I pushed through the front door and slammed it shut with a haphazard kick.

I headed up the stairway with Chloe still slung over my shoulder, laughing all the way. I heard a soft thud and looked down to see one of her shoes tumbling down the staircase. Forget the shoe. In two minutes, she'd be wearing nothing at all.

I turned down the long hall and headed straight to my bedroom. I strode through the open door and tossed Chloe onto my bed, where she landed in a fit of giggles that warmed the whole house. I'd been without her for how long now? A week?

Without Chloe, the house hadn't felt like a home. It felt cold and empty, and too damn big. But she was back. And this time, I wasn't going to mess it up.

I felt myself smile. No. When it came to Chloe, I was going to do other things – spoil her, love her and now, take that hot little body of hers and show her just how much I'd missed her. 

I leaned over the bed. Her face was flushed, and her hair was wild. The giggles were gone, replaced by a breathless excitement that had me catching my breath too.

I leaned closer. With one hand, I unbuttoned her jeans and then went for the zipper, tugging it down until I saw the black lace of her panties. Soon, those panties would be off, lying wherever they happened to land.

But first things first. I straightened and took one of her pant legs in each hand. I tugged, slowly and surely, until her jeans slid down her thighs and past her toes. I tossed the jeans aside and looked down at her, feeling that same kind of crazy love I always felt when we were together like this.

She was my dream girl. When she was here, everything felt different. My house felt different. I felt different. Shit, even my body felt different, wired with anticipation. I could hardly breathe. The things I wanted to do to her – but where to start?

First, those panties? They were nice. But they had to go. I gripped them in my hands and started to tug them downward.

Chloe's eyes were bright, and her lips were parted. Her hips rose and fell, even as she breathed, "No fair. You're still dressed."

Fair? Fair was for pussies.

"Who said anything about fair?" I said, giving her panties a slow tug downward, past her hips, past her knees, past her toes. I was raging hard and wanted to take her right then and there. But I wanted something else too. I wanted her to be good and ready. I wanted her to want me like I wanted her. I wanted her to
need
me like I needed her.

I gazed down, devouring the sight of her lying there on my bed in just that white blouse and whatever she was wearing underneath. I ached for her, ached to be inside her, ached to feel her pressed up as close as we could get.

I looked into her eyes, those amazing eyes, and had to tell her, "Baby, you are so beautiful, it hurts to look at you."

Her breath caught. "So are you," she said, motioning me toward the bed. "But you're too far away."

Yeah? Let's see what I could do about that. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward me, until her pelvis rested at the edge of the bed. Slowly, I ran a hand up her naked thigh. "Better?" I asked.

She crooked her finger, motioning me closer. I leaned toward her, and she gripped the hem of my shirt. She tugged it upward until I lifted my arms, letting her yank the shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor.

I stood, shirtless, over the bed, looking down on the girl I loved. Her breathing was shallow, and her back was arched. I let my gaze travel slowly down the length of her, from her beautiful face, to her smooth neck, to the curves of her breasts, still hidden by her blouse. My gaze skimmed lower and stopped at her naked hips. They were still rising and falling in time with her breathing – subtle, but sexy as hell.

I recalled my plans from earlier, to lick her until she went as crazy for me as I was for her.

I moved back and knelt at the foot of the bed. I lowered my head and kissed the inside of her thigh, just above the knee. Her breath hitched, and she gave a warm shiver that made me smile against her skin.

Yeah. You'll be doing a lot more than shivering by the time I'm done with you.

I reached up and stroked the outsides of her thighs, loving the feel of her skin and the way she responded, arching her hips as if ready for more.

Oh, you'll get more, alright.

Before the night was over, those smooth thighs of hers would be wrapped around my back while I drove into her just the way she liked it.

But first things first.

With my hands still on the outside of her thighs, I moved my lips higher on the inside, teasing her with my tongue and leaving soft trails of kisses. Her hips were still in motion, maybe faster now, and her breathing was growing more unsteady with every second.

I loved feeling her like this,
seeing
her like this – naked and ready for all the things I wanted to do to her. And I knew just the thing I wanted to do first. I edged higher and brushed my lips against her opening. I ran a tongue over her center, brushing across her clit and I licked her with a long, steady stroke.

She was panting now, squirming against me, gripping the bed coverings with both fists.

She tasted like heaven, and sounded like an angel, a dirty angel with a knack for sin. My own breathing was getting ragged, but I had to tell her, "I love the way you taste." I moved a finger to her opening. "And feel." I saved the slickness of her growing excitement as I slipped the finger inside her. Her hips surged upward, grinding against my touch, as if she wanted more.

That made two of us. I slipped a second finger inside her and moved my mouth higher. I took her swollen clit into my warm mouth. She a gave a soft moan and said my name. I loved the sound of it on her lips. And I loved the sensation of tonguing her and sucking her sensitive spot – lighter and then harder while I moved my fingers in and out.

She was so damn sexy that I was throbbing now. And from the feel of her, so was she, inside and out. Her body shifted, and I lifted my eyes, watching as she propped herself up on her elbows and met my gaze head-on.

Those eyes – they did the same thing to me that they always did. They pulled me in and made me want things that I'd never wanted before – a forever girl, a girl who drove me crazy and made me sane all at the same time. Impossible? Maybe. But here she was.

She was tight and slick around my fingers, and I knew she'd be tighter still around my cock. But I wanted her to be ready. No.
More
than ready.

I shifted my fingers, caressing her, playing her, teasing her. I sucked on her clit and flicked my tongue back and forth, again and again, just the way she liked it. I ran my free hand along her hip, nudging her closer and feeling her movements.

I loved feeling her like this, and I loved the taste of her, all sweetness and warmth against my tongue.

The next time I looked up, her head was thrown back, and her back was arched. Her blouse was half open and riding up on the bottom. With every stroke of my tongue, her chest rose and fell in time with her breathing. With a breathless moan, she sank back onto the bed, with her hips rising higher and faster.

I lowered my gaze and kept on going, loving the sounds of her, the scent of her, and the thoughts of I'd want to do to her next.

She was trembling harder now, and I picked up the pace, twisting my fingers and flicking my tongue, slow, then fast, drawing every sensation out of her that I could think of, until she came against me, shuddering and moaning until I felt myself smile.

I looked up, and there she was, the girl I loved, quivering, hot and ready. She arched her hips and motioned me closer.

She didn't have to ask me twice. Hell, she didn't have to ask me at all, because I wanted her more than I'd wanted any other girl. I wanted to show her. And I wanted to tell her.

I stood and unzipped my jeans. "I love you so damn much, Chloe," I said. "I never wanna let you go."

She gave me a sexy smile. "Then don't, because I love you too."

She lifted her head, and made a motion to get up. To return the favor? Who knows? But that's not what I wanted. Not now. Now, I wanted to watch her as I drove deep inside her, claiming her back to me, right where she belonged.

"No," I told her. "Stay right there. I want you just like this. You're so damn beautiful."

And it was true. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Just a few days earlier, I'd thought that I'd never see her like this again. But now, here she was.

Mine.

All mine.

I shoved off my jeans, and then my briefs. She was gazing up at me, and what I saw in her eyes made all the other stuff fade into nothing.

Still standing, I pressed the head of my cock to her slick opening, and then, with one steady movement, I surged forward, loving how tight and hot she felt around me. I watched her face, loving the look of her as I moved in and out.

I gripped her thighs and plunged in deeper, loving the sounds she made as I kept on going. She was throbbing around me, and I was throbbing inside her.

I thrust forward and then back, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, watching her reaction with every movement. She was grinding against me now, begging me with her body for more and more.

And then, just like before, she was clutching the comforter, shuddering with me as we came together just like I'd planned. Still inside her, I fell onto the bed and gathered her in my arms, feeling her shuddering subside as I stroked her hair.

She was back. And I didn't want to let her go. Not now. And not ever.

Around four o'clock in the morning, Chloe drifted off to sleep. Not me. I wasn't tired, and in less than two hours, I'd be leaving for the airport.

Until then, I sure as hell wasn't complaining. I had a hot, naked girl pressed up against me, with her head on my chest and her soft hand curled over my bare shoulder.

From this angle, I could just make out her face, cast in shadows from the moonlight that filtered in through the open blinds. Her lashes were long, and her lips were full, curved into a secret smile as she breathed evenly against my bare chest.

I stroked her naked back, loving the feel of her body pressed against mine. She was the perfect fit, and not just physically. She fit into my life, into my house, and into my dreams of a future that didn't revolve around celebrity status or one-night stands with girls whose faces and names were just a blur.

Chloe sighed in her sleep, and I felt myself smile. When she was here, everything felt right, almost normal, if there was such a thing.

I loved her. But that wasn't the only reason that things with her were different. Unlike all the other girls I'd met over the last few years, Chloe treated me like a regular guy. She teased me. She challenged me. She wasn't afraid to speak up or laugh at me when I had it coming.

There was something honest about it. Until now, I hadn't realized how hungry I'd been for something real in my life. Star-fuckers, fakers, publicity hounds, I'd had more than my share, and I was done with all of them.

But Chloe, she was real. I lowered my head and kissed her hair. It was soft and smelled almost like a day at the beach. Liking the scent, I inhaled again. Coconut shampoo? I didn't know. But it smelled nice. Exotic, too.

I thought of the first time we'd met, way back when, on the sidewalk outside that hospital. I'd been a beat-up, bloody mess without a pot to piss in. And she'd been this beautiful girl who, from what I learned afterwards, happened to drive a Porsche and wear jewelry that cost more money than I'd been worth at the time.

Funny how things changed. About us meeting before, Chloe still hadn't made the connection, and I still hadn't mentioned it.

Maybe I should've.

There was just one problem. I didn't know how she'd take it, not now, after everything I'd done. God, I'd been such an asshole. After everything I'd put her through, it was a miracle she was here at all.

And if I told her about the hospital thing now, how would I explain not telling her sooner? Originally, my plan involved an engagement ring – the same one that was still tucked away in my safe downstairs. I still wanted her to wear it, but I wasn't dumb enough to believe she'd say yes
now
. Not yet, anyway.

Funny what happens when you handcuff a girl in your basement.

At the memory of what I'd done, I frowned into the darkness. It would take more than a night of fun and sex before she saw me as a guy she could trust, a guy she could count on, a guy who'd die before hurting her again, ever.

As if hearing my thoughts, she shifted in my arms, and her eyelids fluttered open. She gave me a sleepy smile and mumbled, "You're still awake?"

"Nah," I said.

She snuggled deeper into my arms. "Liar," she whispered before drifting back to sleep.

I
was
a liar. Because even now, I didn't want to tell her a damn thing that would make her doubt me. No, I decided. I'd wait until I returned from Vegas. Then, there'd be plenty of time, and I'd make it count.

Besides, I reminded myself, I wasn't the only one with a story to tell. Chloe was still acting funny about her house. Yeah, I knew it wasn't hers. She'd told me that much. But I still didn't get why it was so completely off-limits.

When I'd picked her up tonight, she'd met me on the walkway rather than letting me anywhere near her front door. Was she just eager to see me? Or hiding something inside?

Damn it. I was doing it again.

Just stop.

But for some reason, I thought of the douchebag. Property manager or not, I didn't like him hanging around. When I got back, I'd be looking into that, too.

Again, Chloe stirred in my arms. "What's wrong?" she asked in that same sleepy voice.

"Nothing."

She lifted her head and squinted through the darkness. "You sure? I thought you called someone a douchebag."

Had I? Shit. I loosened my fingers and kissed her hair. "Nah. Go back to sleep."

She laid her cheek against my chest and mumbled, "You too."

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Not a chance. Soon, I'd have to get out of bed, and there was no way in hell I'd be wasting it with sleep. So I pulled her close and reminded myself that she was mine, and whatever else was going on, we'd work it out.

An hour later, I slipped out of bed, leaving Chloe tucked under the covers. I padded to the master bath, where I took a quick shower and got dressed. When I was done, it was still dark, and Chloe was still sleeping, now curled up on her side with a bare breast peeking out from under the covers.

One look was enough to make me want to take off my clothes and crawl back into bed. I wanted her. I always wanted her. But damn it, I was already running late, and when it came to Chloe, a quickie wasn't gonna cut it.

I knelt by the bed. "Baby?"

"Hmmmm…."

"I've gotta head out. Stay, alright?" I smiled. "Keep the bed warm for me."

Slowly, she sat up and squinted through the darkness. "But you're gonna be gone a few days."

"I know." I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Tell me you'll be here when I get back."

She looked around. "What about Chucky?"

Probably, he was in his favorite basket downstairs. We'd picked him up from Chloe's place a few hours earlier. Well, Chloe had picked him up. I'd just waited in the car, because she didn't want me going inside her house. Again, I wondered, why was that?

I tried not to think about it. "Him too," I said.

With a sleepy sigh, she pushed aside the covers. "I'd better not."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because." She smiled up at me. "If I don't leave now, you're never gonna get rid of me."

Didn't she know? That was the whole idea.

But in the end, I dropped her and Chucky back to her place on my way to the airport, wishing like hell that she was coming with me. Chucky too. Why not? It's not like I was flying commercial.

Next time, I told myself.

But a few nights later, after one weird phone call, I started to wonder if there'd
be
a next time.