StrangersonaTrain (3 page)

He immobilized her without even making an effort. “Shhh.” He
caressed her hair. She felt his touch like a twinkling cascade along her scalp.
“Don’t be afraid of me. I would never force you.”

“Then get off me,” she demanded.

He shook his head.

“Get the fuck off me,” she reiterated.

“Not until you tell me why you stopped. What switched you
off in the space of two seconds? I know you wanted me. You still do. Fess up.”

Her heart pounded and she shut her eyes. To answer that
question, she’d have to tell him the truth. What truth, though?

She kept shaking her head as tears threatened. Finally she
covered her face with both hands. How pathetic. She, the bitch ball-buster from
hell, cowering in front of a guy. If he were across an office desk from her,
she’d julienne his family jewels, arrange them on a platter and hand them to
him with a smile on her face.

The bed shifted as he moved away. Free of his weight, she
anticipated her chance to stand up and regain her ground. Instead she felt cold
air on her naked body and it reminded her of the loneliness, struggle and
sacrifice she’d made all of her life. What if it was too late for her? What if
no amount of earthshaking sex could let her open her heart to a man?

A layer of warmth covered her. She dropped her hands and
opened her eyes to find herself covered with a blanket. He’d pulled his pants
back on as well and climbed on the bed on his knees. He crossed toward the
wall, rearranged the pillows and leaned against them. He patted his chest.

“Come here,” he said, holding his arm open. “I want to hold
you.”

Another wave of tears brimmed and she rushed to scoot into
his embrace before she betrayed herself. He’d said he wanted to hold her and
she nearly fell apart. What a sap.

He tucked the blanket around her and laid a kiss on her
temple. “Warm enough?” he whispered.

She answered by snuggling closer into his arms.

His cheek pressed against her head. “I want you to know that
I am going to fuck you as hard and as deep as you’ve almost let me fuck you.”

His tone held a note of certainty tinged with male
domination and arousal. A new stir careened through her body and woke up her
clit.

She felt his lips on her hair again. “But it’s not going to
happen until you earn it.”

She chuckled. “Good luck with that.”

“The sarcasm is beneath you, love. Now tell me what’s going
on.”

If only she knew where to begin. Instinctively she reached
out to place her hand on his chest and began to stroke up and down his pecs.
The muscles tensed in a provocation that resonated in her skin. She had to
touch his flesh, run her fingers over it, feel his nipple and play with it. She
had to do it now. Skimming down to his waist, she grabbed the hem of his shirt
but before she could sneak her hand under it, he caught her wrist.

“Nuh-huh,” he warned. “That would be too easy.”

“Isn’t ‘easy’ why we’re here? Why you’re here? So we can
indulge our fantasies with no worries about tomorrow?”

His fingers drew patterns over her shoulder, where he’d held
her. “Easy, sure. But not fake. Neither of us is going to hide behind sex. It’s
gotta to be more than that or you wouldn’t have stopped.”

She laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

His noble profile deflected her sarcasm as the corner of his
lips tipped upward.

She laughed again. “You really expect me to believe that
this could possibly be something more to you than a convenient screw? Talk
about fake.”

He turned toward her. “This isn’t about me. You want me. I
want you. I’m prepared to give you the best fuck of your life, but it can’t be
just about two bodies grinding against each other. The best sex never is. Don’t
pretend to deny it.”

What on earth had she been thinking? She rolled to her side,
sliding out of his embrace. Pulling her knees up and tucking her hand under the
pillow, she gave herself some needed space. She didn’t want him to touch her
right then but neither did she want him to leave her bed. A mix of emotions
scrambled her reason.

The bed shifted as he moved. Charlotte panicked that she
might have scared him away. She wanted to scream for him to stay but her throat
tightened and not a single word could pass through it.

“I’m here,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.” His voice was
gentle and heartfelt.

A sob rose and she swallowed it down. A strangled gasp broke
the barrier of silence.

His hand wrapped around her shoulder in a clear hint he
wanted her to face him, but he exerted no force. The warmth of his palm seeped
into her skin. Such a simple touch felt so solid and real that an ache kindled
in her gut. He’d called her on her own lie and he’d been right. Of course she
wanted more. She just didn’t believe any man would want to give it to her.

She turned to her back and met his gaze. A reflection of
patience, understanding and acceptance drew tears to her eyes. She sniffled and
blinked to push them down but his index finger traced the trembling corner of
her mouth. This man saw through her in a way that left denial useless. Drops
trickled down her cheeks, one on each side as her eyes remained fixed on his,
unblinking, baring her soul and praying he would accept it.

He swiped the tear with his fingertip and lifted it
reverently to his lips. He licked it off and savored the taste while holding
the serious expression of a lover devoted to turning even the smallest of
gestures into an act of worship.

Impatient to reestablish physical contact, Charlotte pressed
two fingers against his sealed lips and began to trace their outline. Still, he
managed to remain as still as if her touch left him unaffected.

She withdrew her hand. “I hate being so obvious. You a
shrink or something?”

He placed his palm over her cheek, his gaze so adoring that
it melted a cold knot in the pit of her stomach. “Just a man who respects his
woman.”

His woman.
The words and the tone left no doubt that
when he claimed possession of a woman, the relationship was based on trust and
surrender that went both ways.

He lifted up his head and brushed a kiss on her mouth. It
was the kind of kiss a man gave to a woman he’d known for a long time.

She settled back into his embrace, her cheek against the
side of his ribs, his arm protective on her shoulder, holding her to him. On a
deep breath, she drew in his scent. Traces of food prepared in the dining car
still clung to him, but the warmth of his body also held the smell of male.

It was easy just to lie in his arms and smell and feel him
with her, allowing herself not to judge, nor expect, nor hope. The movement of
the train kept the sense of time in place even though it finally stopped
mattering.

She let out a deep breath and hugged herself tighter to him
only to worry if she was being too clingy. Before she could draw away, he held
her in place so that the scope of his strength began to contrast against the
fragility of her own body.

“It’s okay. I’m staying right here.”

Lethargy drifted through her mind and heaviness settled in
her body. She wanted to submit to it as one would submit to flying in a dream.
Her breath had already settled and her body wanted to stay exactly as it was.
She observed her awareness drift away until even the sense of him next to her
and her in his arms faded.

Chapter Three

When she opened her eyes, his arm still hugged her shoulder.
Her hand still rested over his heart. Careful not to wake him, she lifted up
her head and came face-to-face with that blue-eyed gaze that had hypnotized her
from the moment she’d first seen him.

She yawned. “How long was I asleep?”

“About an hour.”

His gaze remained trained on hers, his expression deep,
accepting and expectant.

“And you’ve been awake the whole time?”

She sensed a shift in him and half anticipated a proud smile
but it didn’t come. He didn’t have to answer. She read the answer on his face.

He had been awake, holding her while she slept, and he would
have stayed for as long as she slept, even if it had taken all night. Propping
herself up, she kissed his chest and inhaled him deep into her lungs. Arousal
simmered in the air, waiting for a spark. In that moment, his promise that
things would not be fake between them couldn’t have been more true than the
reality of his body next to her own.

She kissed his collarbone, his neck and jaw and when her
lips took the position above his, she hovered there. Meeting his gaze, she
wished that he could read her mind and know that things couldn’t possibly be
simpler and more right.

Her lips ensnared the luscious fullness of his, her tongue
unzipping the seam that kept them pressed to each other. Her hands cupped his
face as the blanket slipped out of the way and her breasts pressed against his
chest.

When he responded, it was merely to open his mouth and allow
her so many delicious ways of savoring him. She had practically climbed on top
of him, splaying her legs on both sides of his, her pussy riding over his
jean-enclosed bulge. Arousal swept into her clit like a second awareness, lighting
her up until her juices seeped onto his jeans. Damn, she had no idea she could
get this wet this fast.

When his hand grasped her waist and guided her hips in a
slow gyration over his own, only then did he respond fully to her kiss.
Charlotte was lost. His tongue advanced into her mouth, her own stabbing at it
in response. Her fingers grasped fistfuls of his hair. Her teeth bit even as
her tongue swept over his bottom lip.

His grasp tightened, molding her to him, and pushed at the
same time as he fought for space and undid his belt buckle and jeans. Their
mouths devoured, their hands bruised as one body wanted to become a part of the
other. Hot air rushed out of his nostrils and mixed with her own. This time,
the scent of male filled her senses until nothing else existed.

Once more, his strong hands contracted around her waist,
pushing her down until she rode his hard dick. Finally free of the confines of
his pants, his erect cock felt glorious. Charlotte couldn’t wait to have him
inside her. A deep laugh of excitement and anticipation released her pent-up
energy into the air.

“Something funny?”

She pulled one of his hands away from her waist and brought
it up to pin it next to his head. She did the same with the other hand and
lifted herself up until she hung over him on all fours. Glancing down between
their bodies, she noticed her aching breasts hanging barely an inch above his
chest and his cock protruding toward her cunt. The hard erection looked as
glorious as it felt. Thick, long and capable of every satisfaction she’d
imagined.

“You were right,” she said and laughed again. “You are going
to fuck me deep and hard.”

He smiled. “I’m also right about one other thing.”

She knew what he was going to say and she wanted to distract
him from saying it, so she lunged, wrapped her lips around his hard nipple and
sucked. His fingers coursed through her hair, sending gentle waves down her
back.

“You can’t hide from it, you know,” he warned in a husky
tone.

She bit the enticing nub. His upper body convulsed. Grabbing
a fistful of her hair, he yanked her head back. They glared at each other
before he bent toward her and crushed her mouth with his. The brief kiss was
supposed to prove his possession and control but she noticed devilish amusement
in those crystal-blue eyes and refused to let him get serious.

“You’re really gonna make me earn it, aren’t you?”

A corner of his mouth tipped up. “I’m a man of my word.”

“Gonna play hard to get.”

“Darling, I’m way past hard and I have no intention of
playing.”

The mix of amusement and promise in his tone gave her wings.
She could kiss this man all over but while his hand still held a fistful of her
hair, she softened inside. His hold became a caress, giving her freedom to take
her turn in claiming his mouth.

Contact with his welcoming lips expelled a breath from her
lungs as Charlotte noticed a deepening sensation. Intimacy. The revelation gave
her pause. Not only was it easy to want this man but she also felt totally
herself in wanting him.

With his palms on both sides of her cheek, he wedged her
apart. “What is it?”

She blinked away tears even as she shook her head and lunged
toward his chest. She wouldn’t tell him how he affected her. No need for that.
Not yet.

Her tongue flicked against his nipple before she closed her
mouth to nibble and suck. Sliding lower, she imprinted wet kisses down the
middle of his abdomen, following a trail of dark fuzz that made the most
delicious line all the way to the thick patch of pubic hair that surrounded his
shaft. She took a moment to admire him. Dark-blue veins roped around the
phallus. The bulbous head glistened with a single translucent drop. She lowered
her tongue to it and lapped it off.

“What am I going to have to do before you’ll let me have
this gorgeous prick of yours?”

His fingers reached under her chin and pulled her head back
up, guiding her until her face looked straight down at his. The azure eyes held
a secretive smile as he traced his thumb over her lips.

“The only way to stay in control is to let go,” he said.
“Completely. That’s the only way you can take as much of me as you want and
never look back.”

She let the words sink in. Under her skin, warmth glimmered,
threatening to cover her face with a blush. This stranger she wanted to fuck
until she lost her mind had read her so deeply and he was right. What she
experienced with him was completely and absolutely up to her. Until this
moment, she had believed that she’d set out to fuck a perfect stranger on a
train because she wanted anonymity and control.

Sure, she would always stay in charge of her life in every
way possible. Nothing was going to change the fact that she was a high-powered
lawyer who made most of her male peers quiver in their polished shoes. But
honestly, she yearned for surrender.

“Deep thoughts?” he called, bringing her attention back to
the feel of his fingers on her face. The limits had already begun to melt away
as his touch reached more and more nerve endings. She had never imagined being
this close to anyone emotionally.

She smiled. “Life and death.”

He shook his head, the smile rising into his eyes. “I bet
you say that to all the boys.”

And in the next instant, teasing fled his expression as if
someone had changed the channel.

“You know what this is about.” His voice held caution.

She nodded. His expression promised that he was more than
ready to take her cue and give her exactly what she wanted. All or nothing.

She glanced down the expanse of his body beneath hers. Every
muscle was a dream come true and his cock reached toward her like a dutiful
soldier waiting for orders. She drew his male musk deep into her lungs. Licking
her lips, she swallowed saliva that began to fill her mouth. Returning her gaze
back to his face, she hoped her look would tell him that her hunger had reached
the point of no return. Slinking down his body, she once more trailed kisses
over his six-pack. He had just barely pushed the jeans past his hips to free
his splendid cock, so she grabbed the waistband to finish the job.

“Just a sec,” he said and reached into his back pocket. He
produced a condom and ripped it open with his teeth.

She took her time sliding the coarse fabric down his
muscular legs peppered with dark hair. As her knuckles brushed against his
skin, his potency affected her. She had forgotten how strong a man could be and
this one’s power filled her senses with a primal call.

Gliding back up, she climbed astride his thighs and ran her
hands up his chest and across his shoulders. As the pads of her fingers
traversed his triceps and down to his forearms, she inhaled him and pressed two
kisses to his left pec.

The sun had colored his arms with a tinge of bronze darker
than the rest of him. She loved that he’d worked outdoors. She tried to imagine
that amazing body in motion. The image that came to mind showed him riding horses
and fixing fences but it didn’t matter what he did. Whatever she imagined would
have made her pussy cream.

She shifted her hips lower, which pressed his cock right
between her slick labia.

“Your cock feels so good,” she sighed as she lowered herself
to lie on top of him. Her tight nipples sizzled as she flattened them against
his chest.

With a rough grasp around her rib cage, he hoisted her
higher and clamped his mouth to her right breast. He sucked hard and released
her with a smack. The sudden change in pressure around her sensitive flesh sent
a violent current from her breast to her clit. Before she had the chance to
press his head to her breast and beg him to suck her, he filled his mouth with
her other breast, lashing her nipple with sharp flicks of his tongue. She
squirmed, wanting his mouth on her nipple but he was determined not to give her
the satisfaction.

The head of his dick now prodded right below her opening.
Charlotte panted. She was so close to taking him inside her. She only needed to
shift a little and he could slip into her.

Grasping onto his shoulders, she lifted up and slid down,
rubbing herself against the hard erection, stimulating every inch of her wet
slit and all the way up to her clit until she’d thoroughly bathed him in her
juices.

“Give me your cock now,” she gasped.

He splayed his large hands over her ass and adjusted her so
that his cock head stood poised at her entry.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

Holding on to his shoulders, she stared into his brilliant
bedroom eyes. Desire hooded her own as she felt a liquid trickle pool in her
core. And still, something unnamed stood in the way. A voice of doubt whispered
like the devil on her shoulder that no amount of fucking would give her what
she needed. Determined to prove her doubts wrong, Charlotte squirmed to impale
herself on his dick but he had her completely under control.

His head lifted off the pillow and his mouth sought hers to
reassure and encourage. His tongue stabbed past her lips, fueling her hunger.
She took his tongue only to pull away gasping. “Please, fuck me,” she groaned.

“That’s not gonna do it and you know it,” he growled. “Tell
me what you really want.”

“I want your dick to fill my cunt,” she swore.

The thick cock head rubbed and teased around her channel.
Her whole body vibrated with the nerves strung so tight they threatened to
implode.

“There’s more,” he threatened, his own hunger demanding
fulfillment. His head dipped and he bit the bridge between her neck and
shoulder. Pain cut through the tension, bringing crisp determination. To hell
with doubts and holding back.

“I want to melt beneath you. I want to be full of you. As
you fill my cunt, I want you to fill my heart and soul. I want to ride you hard
and fast. Suck you, fuck you. I want to come so hard that I might fall apart. I
want my pleasure to climb and for you to be right there with me the whole time.
I want your strength and your power. I trust you to do to me whatever you want.
I want to savor every inch of your body and feel your fingers and lips on every
inch of mine. I want my body to belong to you and yours to belong to me. I want
to disappear in the pleasure until I forget who I am and then I want the
pleasure to guide me back.”

She’d let all that come out on a single breath and when she
stopped to take in another, his ultramarine eyes shone with reverence and his
arms around her waist felt like a brand of possession that gifted her with the
trust and freedom she so desperately craved. Her skin seemed electrified with a
hundred strands of coursing energy, all dipping down into her vagina, making
her aware of the hollowness that cried out to be filled.

His fingers trailing her jaw, he tipped her head up and
pressed his lips to hers for a light kiss. His expressive eyes bored into hers
as if the message he wanted her to hear could not be said with words.

Then she felt his cock’s fullness press into her opening.
She shuddered, boneless. Her arms came around him as breath left her body in a
silent plea. He prodded deeper, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed one
more inch into her creamy channel.

Charlotte stilled. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she
lowered herself onto his hard erection, consuming it one inch at a time,
feeling the joining reach deeper inside her. Warm waves created a cascade of lively
awareness up her tightened abdomen. A synchronized tingle echoed from her
breasts when her ass finally settled on his thighs, the entire length of him
now inside her.

He gave her more than she could bear. She dropped her
forehead against his shoulder, unable to do anything but witness as she
surrendered the control of her body to a total stranger.

The large cock forced her to adjust to his size and the man
understood she needed time to accept him. Feathery caresses around her hips and
thighs gave her the precious seconds to absorb the new reality. Already she
felt this man had given her the best sex of her life and she hadn’t even begun
to move yet.