Reveal Me (3 page)

“Come ride me,” he murmured, his husky voice whispering erotically along her skin.

She yanked her shirt back up onto her shoulders and joined him on the grass.

Coming sounded excellent. Even the threat of cops just added to the thrill. Besides, she’d been caught bare- assed before. Back when she’d really been all about having fun, not just pretending to be a carefree party girl.

Before her conscience could weigh in— and surprisingly, it didn’t have as much interest in orgasms— she tugged up her skirt and stood over him. Hungrily, she eyed the definite rise of pale, hard flesh in the moonlight. Her breath caught, releasing in a laugh as he donned the blue condom and lit up his erection.

“Handy.”

Alana grinned. “Very.”

She placed a knee on the hard- packed earth on each side of his hips and moved into position. Dew coated the grass and the blades tickled her skin. He bit off an invective when she gripped his thick length, her other hand aiming for the wetness between her thighs.

“How does it feel to touch yourself?”

She still couldn’t see his eyes clearly and his voice was husky with need. So sexy.

She could pretend she was with anyone, touching anyone. Even Ramon.

But it was Nicky’s face that formed in her mind. His eyes half- closed as he lowered his face to hers while Aerosmith played in the background. His grin tonight when he dispatched her bitchiness with a wisecrack.

Again, she almost asked him.
Is it really you?
But did she honestly want to know?

“Like not enough,” she whispered, silencing her internal questions with thorough swipes of her fingers along her slit.

She knew how to make herself come fast. Four years spent sharing a bedroom with two younger sisters had meant learning to take the edge off in a hurry. Her other talent was a soundless climax. Some guys didn’t like that she didn’t whimper or beg, but she made up for her lack in some areas with other talents.

“You’re wet.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Your clit’s swollen.”

“And pounding.” She danced her sopping fingers over his length. “There’s a little hint of what you’re missing.”

He cursed, long and low. “You’ve got two seconds. Either you take me inside you or I’ll forget I’m a gentleman and flip you on your back and get you all dirty.” She rubbed him in firm strokes from the crown of his cock to the base, nestled in a thatch of wiry hair. She almost wished he hadn’t suited up so soon because she wanted to feel that little trickle of precum on her palm. “I like it dirty. I also like that you’re so fucking hard.”

He practically growled.

Tormenting him was fun. His rough exhales definitely encouraged her mischievous side. Maybe she’d have to take him home after all.

Easing forward, she crawled up his body to explore. She started with long licks of his stubbled throat, butterfly kisses along his jaw, quick nips of his earlobe. He had a tiny mole near his collarbone, and a wet kiss there made him groan. His aftershave was subtle, just a hint of alpine that fit the woodsy scents surrounding them. Even the crisp aroma of his shampoo ignited her lust.

He drove his hands in her hair and dragged her face back to his. His tongue took possession of her mouth, his tempo slow and unhurried despite the rigid shaft trapped between their stomachs. The kiss went on forever. She hadn’t been consumed like this in years, if ever. These were soul- searching kisses, the kind long- term lovers shared. His hands didn’t wander her body but just the sensual movements of his mouth wet her thighs.

She massaged his cock while the nails of her free hand dug into his chest. He grabbed her wrist, lifting her fingers to his lips. “Give me a taste.” His satisfied groan rang out as he sucked her finger deep. “Oh sweetheart. Chocolate ice cream has nothing on you.”

Laughing felt so damn good, even when she ached so much she wanted to scream.

“You like it creamy, huh?”

“Hell, yeah. Your cream especially.”

Still smiling, she slid back and impaled herself, engulfing all of him in her snug wet sheath. Her smile disappeared quickly as delirious tremors racked her body.

“Fuck, yes.” She hissed out a breath. “
Yes.”

She shoved up his shirt, needing to feel his bare flesh under her palms. Then she started to move, taking slow trips up and down his cock while he steadied her with his hands on her hips.

Alana triumphed at the flash of his teeth in the darkness.
Ramon who?

“That’s it. God.” He matched her pace effortlessly. “Baby, you’re so good.” Her breasts tingled and as if he knew it, he reached up to tug sharply on her nipples through her shirt. Her core clenched in time with his pulls.

“Harder.” He twisted his fingers on her sensitive peaks and she arched, taking him deeper to show her appreciation. “You take direction well.” He let out a pained half laugh. He filled her perfectly, and better yet, he let her control the show. That he gave her the reins so easily increased the slow burn of arousal cramping her belly and fed the steadily increasing moist heat that clasped his shaft as she rocked them both into heaven.

“I can’t wait.” His whisper seemed almost conspiratorial. “Sweetheart, come with me.”

Baby, sweetheart.
She wasn’t normally one for endearments, but she liked his. They made her feel treasured. She squeezed her inner walls, needing him to go over more than she needed to follow. His body tensed and the rise and fall of his hips became more erratic. She loved making a man lose control. Even if she didn’t come, his orgasm would make her feel good. Already her pussy was tightening in anticipation.

If necessary, she’d take care of herself later.

“Tell me you’re close.” His seductive voice combined with the electric pulls on her breasts juiced her up even more.

“Go ahead,” she murmured, quaking around him.

Her permission was all he needed. With a hushed cry, he powered deep inside her.

His cock jerked as he found his release, and she couldn’t hold back a stunned sigh as he lost himself.

Alana closed her eyes, breathing in the scents of the night. Of sex. It seemed important she remember this moment. For reasons she didn’t care to identify, she’d never before felt so linked to someone.

And she hadn’t even climaxed. Yet.

He took a moment to recover, his harsh pants breaking the stillness. Just as she was about to rise, he touched her pussy. She startled from her relaxed pose astride him as his thumb zeroed in on her clit. A sudden bolt of pure sensation traveled through her system, jolting straight to her sore nipples. More moisture dripped down around the shaft still buried inside her.

He groaned. “You’re going to come for me, sweetheart, or we’re going to be here all night.”

Taking him at his word, she inched forward and rubbed against his hand. She did it again and again until her gaze swam with bursts of light and her skin sheened with sweat.

That he hadn’t taken off after getting his own increased her excitement. She’d never been with a guy that concerned about her orgasm before.

She could get addicted to this. To
him
.

“Get my hand wet. More.”

She bit down on her lip when his fingers moved faster and he drew her down onto him harder. Each squelching slide of his fingers announced her arousal, but it only turned her on more. He knew just how to touch her to make her writhe.

What would he be like in a real bed? Would he suck on her nipples for hours? Eat her pussy until her vocal cords ached from her screams?

Could
he make her scream? For real? Was that even possible or were whimpers as good as it got?

She had to find out.

“There,” she gasped, bearing down as the climax roared through her. The knots of tension in her belly loosened and hot streaks of pleasure singed her nerve endings. His grunts of praise soothed her as he drew out her climax with gentle flicks of his fingers.

He didn’t stop until she nudged him away with another sigh.

This man couldn’t be real. How she felt about him
definitely
couldn’t be.

She rubbed the back of her hand over her cheek. Her heavy ringlets clung to her neck and her peasant blouse wilted against her skin. “I’m soaked.”

“Mmm hmm.” His lazy satisfaction made her grin. “You sure were.” With a resigned sound, he pulled out of her and removed the condom. “Hard to hide this evidence, huh?” he said when he noticed her watching him.

“Badge of honor around here.”

“Yeah.” He stared at her, his gaze weighty once again. “You come here frequently?” Hadn’t he asked that before?

“When I need an itch scratched. But the guy I was scratching it with found someone he likes better, so I’m done here for a while.”

“Can’t say I’m sorry the asshole moved on. It’s probably a good idea you steer clear, what with the cops and all.”

“There were no cops. Hear how quiet it is? I don’t think they ever showed.”

“That happen a lot?”

She shrugged. “People get spooked easy when they’re treading the line of the law.”

“Treading? People were openly fucking in there.”

Smirking, she climbed off him. “You mean like we were openly fucking out here, Mr. Prim and Proper?”

He stood. “That’s different.” She would’ve sworn she heard a blush in his voice.

“Right.” How had someone so vanilla wandered into a place like Kink? She’d been shocked he’d even wanted to have sex out here. “Silly me.” She snatched her panties out of his pocket— though it would’ve amused her to see him strolling around with that bit of scarlet lace dripping down his thigh— but before she could put them on, he grabbed them again.

“No need for those.”

Her heart fluttered in time with her pussy. “Is that so?”

“It’s so.” He zipped up and dropped the condom in a nearby trashcan. “You’re coming home with me, Mac. And this time, I’m going to make you beg.” He returned to her and razed his teeth over her lower lip. “Okay?”

Saying no would’ve been stupid. She wasn’t stupid. “Okay.”

Carter still hadn’t wrapped his mind around what was happening by the time Alana entered his house. His
bedroom
. How his desire to finally break free of his mold at the paper had led him to the one woman he couldn’t stop wanting was beyond him.

She looked right in his space. Huge heavily fringed dark eyes took in everything as she skimmed her fingertips over the sleek black and chrome bedroom set then along the footboard of his bed. “Sweet digs. I guess you’re not a serial killer.” He laughed.

“Why? Because I have an attractive home?”

She shrugged and her innocent white top slipped lower off one shoulder. A glimpse of her dark red bra through the cotton made him imagine her breasts naked, bouncing as they surrounded his erection.

God. In a minute he’d need an ice- cold shower.

“You seem normal. Nice.”

He surreptitiously rubbed his stiffening cock. “Why don’t you sound pleased by that?”

She turned back to him and wet her pouty lips. She’d slicked on more gloss in the car and the sight of her glistening mouth made his balls tighten. “I like bad boys. It’s a sickness.”

Before he could make the case for just how bad he could be, she kicked off her heels and padded toward him, digging her plum toenails into the thick black carpet. “But you’ll do in the meantime.”

“Thanks. I think.”

She leaned up to lick his neck as her hands cupped his ass. Her touch was firm, bordering on abrupt. “Hope you’re more prepared here than you were at Kink.” He didn’t answer. His brain had already started heading for that blissful state of mindlessness that had led him to take her behind a sex club for a quick fuck. He was ready to set up camp on that particular island but first, he had to clear some things up.

Namely, who he was.

“Mac,” he groaned when she stroked him through his jeans, the friction pressing the teeth of his zipper into hot flesh. “Wait.”

“No worries, I have some. I’ll just—”

“Stop.” He grabbed her arm. “Look at me.”

“I’m looking.” Patent boredom filled her tone, but her eyes were wary. “So?”

“You know who I am.”

“I don’t kn—”

“You do,” he said gently. Why did she look so terrified all of a sudden? Was screwing him so horrifying? “Kelly was a good friend. You would’ve been had you ever taken the time to get to know me.”

She tensed. “I didn’t come here for a lecture. I came here for some fun.”

“Life’s not all about fun. Some things are serious.”
Like how I felt about you. Like how I
feel about you right now.
Fantasy or reality, maybe she was both. And maybe he didn’t care any longer. “You remember. I see it all over your face.” Alana slipped away from him but she didn’t head for the door as he’d feared.

Instead she threw herself down on his king- sized bed. “Fine. I know who you are. I couldn’t really believe it but there’s no denying it in this light. Look at all your damn red hair. Least you ditched the braces.”

“It’s more brown.” He’d always been sensitive about his hair. Old holdover from when red hair, braces and freckles— most of which had thankfully faded with time— had singled him out as the class dork.

She sighed. “So why are you hanging out at Kink, Nicky? Trying to make up for lost time?”

He pushed aside the pillows and sat against the headboard. With her gorgeous golden legs inches away, he was having a hard time focusing. Even her freaking kneecaps turned him on. Worse, he knew exactly what lurked under her ridiculously short skirt, bare and waiting. And wet.

She lifted her brows. “Well? I know it was your first time.” When he gaped at her, she laughed. “Not
that
first time. At Kink. So why were you there? The Nicky I knew wouldn’t have deigned to step into such a classless environment.”

“Lack of class wasn’t what worried me. I’d rank diseases and the possibility of arrest much higher.”

Her eyes smirked at him. “Let me guess. You’re writing a story. An exposé on the seedy underbelly of Ely, Maryland.”

It never occurred to him to lie. He wasn’t hardwired that way. Besides, if he wanted to continue
this
with her, she had to know who he really was. “Not an exposé. Just a piece for the Lifestyle section of the
Tribune
.” The more he talked, the wider her eyes became. “I won’t use your name.”