Siren-epub (6 page)

His fingers left her hips and traveled lower, until they reached her puckered clit.  He gave it a quick, light brush and then parted her drenched folds.  Jenna felt a rush of moisture between her legs.  Dean dipped into her creamy essence, and brought his finger to his mouth for a taste.  Excitement flared in his eyes and he moaned his approval. 

“You’re very wet, Jenna.  But not wet enough to extinguish this type of fire, I’m afraid.”  He licked his lips, leaned forward, and breathed a kiss over her pussy.  “I believe the moisture from my tongue is the only thing that will help put out these raging flames.” 

She moaned deep in her throat.  Delicious warmth spread over her skin, his words nearly taking her over the edge.  How was it possible that he was so in tune with her needs and desires? 

The pad of his thumb pressed against her clit, and he circled it slowly.  Jenna lost herself in the sensation.  Sweat beaded on her half-naked body.  She loved the way he touched her with such single-minded determination and the way he cared about her desires. 

She thrust her pelvis forward.  His artful manipulation was taking her to magical places.  Places she’d never been before, places she feared she’d never go again.  Undulating against him, she gave a lusty groan and raked her fingers through his hair. 

His mouth found her clit.  He nibbled, licked, and sucked, drawing her engorged nub between his teeth, lavishing her with his undivided attention.  His pleasure was apparent in the way he moaned in delight and spent a long time ravishing her like a wild, primal animal. 

Changing tactics, he eased back and caressed her with the soft blade of his tongue, stroking her with the utmost care, the utmost expertise.  It suddenly occurred to her that for the first time in her life, a man was stroking her the way she’d always longed to be stroked. 

His thumb breached her opening, teasing her with its width but never offering her more than an inch.  His slow seduction did the most torturous, exquisite things to her libido.  She rolled her tongue around a dry mouth and widened her legs farther, in a silent invitation. 

“Please…” she begged.

Before he allowed her to tumble into an orgasm, he reached behind her back, and with one quick tug, he tore her bustier from her body. 

Jenna sucked in a tight breath as it fell to the floor, forgotten.  Warm hands closed over her breasts, toying with her distended nipples until her cries of pleasure filled the air.  She closed her fingers over his, loving the way her swollen breasts fit into his strong hands.  After a long moment, his palms left her chest and followed the path of her curves to the valley between her legs.  Once again his attention drifted back to her pussy. 

“Open your legs wider,” he growled, taking charge of her pleasures.

She loved the way Dean understood her needs, her desires…
her fantasies
.  He was so intuitive, so unlike the other men she’d had sex with. 

After she obliged, he licked her clit and pushed two thick fingers all the way up inside her.  The stab of pleasure she felt had her teetering on the edge of oblivion. 

She moaned.  He growled.  Need consumed them both. 

His fingers pumped in and out of her, taking her to where she needed to go.  Jenna took deep, gulping breaths.  Her heart slammed inside her chest with the approach of an impending orgasm.  Her throat tightened. 

“I’m…” was all she managed to choke out.

Dean glanced up at her.  “Come for me, Jenna.  Let me taste you.”  His words brought her to the edge.

Once again Dean’s tongue sifted through her silky strands and laved her clit, his fingers picking up the tempo.  She gripped his shoulder, her nails digging into him, leaving her mark.  A whimper of relief sounded in her throat as her sex muscles clenched and contracted with enough force that she almost blacked out.  Dean gripped her hips and moaned as her liquid heat drenched his mouth. 

Once her tremors subsided, Dean slid up her body and gathered her into his arms. 

The fire temporarily controlled, but by no means extinguished, her sigh of delight filled the room.  “I was quite right to call for your services, Dean.  You were definitely the man for the job,” she whispered. 

Dean offered her a warm smile before his lips found hers for a long, lingering kiss.  His tongue swept inside her mouth to tangle with hers.  His fingers stroked the small of her back, then dipped down lower to tease her ass. 

When his strong fingers inched open her cheeks, her body tightened and tingled and ached for him all over again.  She gyrated against him.

“You’re insatiable,” he murmured, “just like I knew you would be.”  Dean pushed against her so that she could feel his cock.  Everything inside her throbbed and ached to lick him, to suck him, and to pleasure him in return.  She spread her legs wider. 

“Dean?”  Her mouth watered, her body shook. 

“Yeah,” he breathed the words into her mouth. 

She touched her pussy.  “I still feel hot, deep inside me.”  Good God, she hardly recognized her voice, hardly believed how bold she was.

“That’s because you’re not out of the woods just yet, Jenna.”  His deep, sexy tone raised her passion to new heights. 

“No?”  When their eyes met, sparks of desire flew between them. 

He slipped a hand between her legs and stroked her folds.  His dark eyes flared with lust.  “Sometimes embers can smolder long after the fire is out.”

His words wreaked havoc on her senses.  When he found her clit, she swallowed.  “I had no idea.”

He nodded.  “It’s true, and there is only one way - and one piece of equipment - that will allow me to get deep enough to really soak those embers.”  He offered her a sexy wink and said, “It’s a good thing you told me to bring my
hose
.” 

Excited at the prospect, Jenna drew in air, but was unable to fill her lungs.  The man sure had a talent for knowing exactly what she wanted.  Her whole body broke out in a sweat. 

Just then her stomach grumbled, alerting Dean to her ravenous state.  Although at that moment she was more ravenous for his “
hose
,” than she was for food.  They both chuckled, but her laugher quickly died away when she caught the mischievous look in his eyes. 

“What?” she asked.

“Don’t move,” he said.  “I’ll be right back.” 

When Dean inched the bedroom door open farther, spilling more light into the room, Jenna became acutely aware of her nakedness.  Never one to be comfortable in her own skin, she quickly crawled under the bedcovers.  A moment later footsteps on the stairs heralded his return. 

Dean stepped back into the room with a bowl of strawberries in hand and flicked on the lights.  Surprise registered on his face when he spotted her tucked under the covers, the sheets pulled to her chin.

She crinkled her nose and bit down on her bottom lip.  “Would you mind turning the lights out?”

He hesitated for a second before honoring her request.  After flicking off the light, he made his way across the room.  He placed one strawberry in her mouth and perched on the edge of the bed.  Warm fingers brushed her hair from her forehead.  Moonlight spilled in through the window, providing her with enough light to see the concerned look in his eyes.  Her heart tightened.  A barrage of emotions rushed through her. 

“What is it?” he asked.

She shrugged and strived to make light of the situation.  “I just prefer the lights off.” 

He pitched his voice low and stroked her cheek.  “But I want to see you, Jenna.  All of you.  Naked.  When I slip my cock inside your sweet pussy, I want to see your face, your eyes, your mouth, and your breasts.  I won’t have it any other way.” 

She opened her eyes wide, alarmed.  “I never thought it would be a problem.” 

By small degrees, his body tightened, and he inched back, away from her touch.  “Oh, it is a problem, a big problem.”  In a motion so fast it took her off guard, he stood and glanced toward the door. 

She gulped, her heart sinking to the bottom of her stomach.  “You’re going to leave because I want to have sex with the lights off?”

Brow furrowed in concentration, he grew quiet for a moment, as though sorting though matters.  She could almost hear his mind race but had no idea what he was thinking.  After a long thoughtful moment, he glanced at her.  With his voice full of conviction, he said, “Yes.”

Time seemed to stand still as his athletic gait carried him toward the bedroom door.  But he didn’t leave.  Instead he rooted through the pile of lingerie that she’d modeled earlier.  “And you’re coming with me.”  Holding a sexy red teddy poised on the end of his fingertips, he walked back to the bed and offered her his hand. 

She narrowed her gaze, scrutinizing him.  What the hell was he up to?  She opened her mouth to ask but he cut her off and said, “I’m afraid that once again, drastic measures need to be taken.”

Oh yeah, under these circumstances, Dean knew drastic measures were definitely in order.  Jenna’s request to kill the lights before they fucked had shocked him at first, but after he reflected on her actions all evening, and the way she’d kept her body draped in darkness, understanding had begun to dawn. 

Intuitive intelligence told him that on the outside she was a bold, confident career woman, yet underneath all that, she was plagued with insecurities.  He knew exactly what he had to do to help her embrace her sexuality and show her that she was as sexy as she was smart. 

As he considered his outlandish plan a moment longer, his gaze panned over the woman before him.  The truth was, Jenna had a fantasy-inspired body that erotic dreams were made of.  He knew firsthand.  And said hands had the calluses to prove it.  So why on earth did she keep her femininity hidden? 

He wasn’t sure but he planned to get to the bottom of her self-doubt and shyness.  He also planned to help her discover and embrace another side of herself, a sexy side that he’d glimpsed while he fucked her with his hands, his mouth, and his tongue. 

Dean gripped her hand and pulled her to her feet.  Her body collided with his.  As his fingers slid through her hair, he angled her head and wet his lips.  Lust hit him like a high-voltage jolt, urging him to turn the lights out, join her on the bed, and fuck her out of his system once and for all.  He quickly banked his desires and took a moment to compose himself, refusing to let his lust rule his actions.  He had other, more important matters at hand. 

Dean inched back and drove his fists into his pockets.  It was time to show this sexy woman just how desirable she really was.  He nodded toward her red negligee.  “Go ahead and get ready.” 

Once she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a blouse, lingerie hidden beneath the clothes, he gripped her hand and led her through the house.  Silence fell over them as they made their way to his car.  To break the quiet, Dean flicked on the radio and negotiated his vehicle out of the driveway. 

After they reached the freeway, he shot Jenna a glance.  Hands folded on her lap, she worried her bottom lip.  She’d been so quiet, so lost in her own thoughts since they left the house.  Everything in him softened and tightened at the same time as he took in the sight of her.  Longing shot through him, and he felt a curious shift in his gut.  He closed his eyes briefly and made a silent vow to make tonight good for her…so damn good for her.

Needing to reassure her, he closed one hand over hers and said, “We’re going to this club I know.”

She forced a smile.  “I see.”  She paused and then asked, “So why the red-hot teddy then?” 

He squeezed her hand.  “Because it’s my favorite and you look damn sexy in it.  Even if I can’t see you in it, I know you’re wearing it, and I can fantasize about it, can’t I?”  Jenna smiled and looked down, a soft red hue crawling up her neck. 

Dean touched her chin and brought her gaze back up to his.  Her hair fell over her eyes, shadowing her expression.  He brushed it away and tucked it behind her ear.  “You are the hottest fucking woman I know, Jenna.  And I’m going to prove it to you.” 

Ignoring her dubious look for the time being, he concentrated on the directions.  Less than a half an hour later, Dean pulled up in front of
Risqué
, a private club on the outskirts of town. 

A few months back, after putting a fire out in one of the upstairs bedrooms, he’d been presented with a VIP pass – one he had not used.  Had no desire to, really.  Until now.  But tonight…tonight he planned on making up for lost time. 

Jenna read the sign, her eyes scanning the establishment with interest.  “What is this place?”

Dean killed the ignition, released his seat belt, and cocked his head to get a better look at her.  The sight of her wet lips beckoned him.  He leaned forward, caging her between his body and the door.  She pressed against him, as though seeking his heat, his contact.  Her hands raced over him with hunger, generating warmth and need inside him.  He loved the way she touched him, the way her body felt against his, and how she felt right in his arms. 

Giving in to impulse, Dean dropped a soft kiss on her mouth.  When their lips met, her sweet, delectable scent reached his nostrils and filled him with hunger.  He inflated his lungs with her aroma, shocked at the way her feminine fragrance wreaked havoc on his senses.  His tongue found the warmth of her mouth.  Unexpectedly, fierce possessiveness exploded through him and rattled him right to his core. 

He softened his voice, wanting to tell her the truth about where he was taking her, but not wanting to scare her off just the same.  “It’s a private club.”  He paused briefly and then added in a hushed tone, “where private things happen.”

He noted with satisfaction that her expression was one of curiosity, intrigue.  She raised an eyebrow.  “Tell me, Dean.  What kind of private things?”

He eased away.  “I’d rather show you, instead.”  Without waiting for a reply, Dean climbed from his car, circled it, and opened Jenna’s door.

When she gave him a hesitant look, he held his hand out to her and chose his words carefully.  “Trust me, Jenna.” 

She stepped from the car and joined him on the sidewalk.  Moonlight spilled over her gorgeous body and glistened in her seductive green eyes.  She moved into his open arms, offering herself up to him completely, putting her trust in his hands.