Summer Heat (5 page)

He got them out of
there as soon as he could.

Behave himself, hell.
He’d have to exercise some serious control to keep from ravaging Melissa right
there in the car.

“You have a wonderful
family,” she said as they drove away. Her voice sounded wistful, almost as if
she coveted something she couldn’t have.

“Yeah, they are.”

“You have no idea how
very lucky you are.”

He glanced at her,
noting her hands folded neatly in her lap, her gaze focused on them. “I know I
am.”

She went silent again
and he let her be, trying not to focus on her long legs, that sexy curve of her
collarbone that just begged for his tongue, or the way she licked her lips. He
wasn’t confident the ‘vette was big enough for both him and his hard-on.

Then he heard her hum,
a soft, sweet melody that was some oldie about New Orleans. It made him smile.

“You like to sing?”

She looked up at him.
“Sing? No. Why?”

“You were humming.”

“I was not.”

“Yeah,” he said with a
slight laugh. “You were. Just now.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” She looked out
the window for a few seconds, then looked at him again. “I think your sisters
fed me too much wine.”

“Feeling a little
tipsy?”

He nearly drove the car
off the road when she hit him with a wicked smile. “Maybe more than a little.”

“What else do you
feel?” he asked.

“Warm.”

“Not hot?”

She seemed to consider
his question before answering, “Not yet, but I’m sure I could get that way.”

Holy shit. She played
right into his little game of sexual innuendo without balking. Not at all what
he’d expected. Was anything about this woman predictable?

Taking a chance, he
pulled off the freeway and drove to a nearby park, found a secluded spot and
turned off the motor. Then he waited for her to ask, or complain.

Nothing. She leaned
back in the seat and closed her eyes, her breathing even and relaxed.

“You going to sleep on
me?” he asked, almost afraid to make a sound or movement.

“Nope. Just enjoying
the night and the slight buzz from the wine. I never relax, you know. Always
busy, always have to be somewhere, or work on some project. Always going,
going, going.”

Wishing he’d brought
the SUV instead of the ‘vette, he leaned the seat back as far as it would go,
enjoying the conversation and the chance to ogle Melissa without her objecting.

“Do you wanna relax?”
he asked.

“Oh yeah.” Then she sat
up and opened her eyes, shifting in the seat so she faced him. Her dress hiked
up to her thighs and he swallowed, his throat gone dry. “How about you, Aidan?
You seem to be the relaxed type. How do you do it?”

“Easy. I just enjoy
life. It isn’t all about work.”

“That’s what I’ve
heard. But if you don’t work hard someone will step on you on their journey up
the ladder.”

He reached for her
cheek, loving the silky feel of her skin as his palm caressed her face. “Oh,
but you miss so much about life if you don’t take the time to kick back and
relax every now and then.”

Her gaze focused on
his, her green eyes darkening like rich emeralds. “What am I missing, Aidan?”

Taking the opening, he
leaned over and cupped his hand around her neck, pulling her face toward his.
“This,” he whispered, his mouth descending on hers.

Electricity swirled
around them. Aidan welcomed it, the feeling so familiar it seemed a comfort
when it happened. Melissa inhaled deeply, obviously hit by the same sensations.

Aidan placed his thumb
on her chin. “Open for me, Lissa,” he whispered against her lips. On a sigh she
opened her mouth and he slid his tongue inside, her mouth moist and inviting.

She tasted sweet and
hot at the same time, her tongue finding his and swirling together in a passion
that heated up by the millisecond.

Damn the fucking
Corvette anyway! Aidan shifted, dying to pull her into his arms, but knowing
there wasn’t enough room. He pulled away, his gaze searching the picnic area.
It was late. No one would be around. He closed his eyes and gathered the magic,
the cloud cover surging over the brightly lit park immediately, obliterating
the moon and casting the picnic table in shrouded darkness.

“Come with me,” he
said, slipping out his side and hurrying over to hers to open the door and help
her out. She wobbled a bit and he steadied her. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, her lips
curling in a hot smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Are you going to kiss me some more?”

Hell yeah he was gonna
kiss her. Kiss her and then some. He pulled her to the picnic bench and sat,
pulling her onto his lap.

The feel of her bottom
wriggling against his groin as she settled herself on him nearly had him coming
in his jeans.

“Look at me, Lissa,” he
said. She turned and settled against him, curling her fingers through his hair.

“Kiss me, Aidan.”

He needed no further
encouragement. He dipped her so that her face was at his chest level, and bent
down, devouring her lips with his mouth, his tongue probing and searching for
hers.

The magic followed them
out here, swirling around them as a gust of wind picked up and cooled the heat
they’d managed to evoke in just a matter of seconds.

Damn, she felt good in
his arms, cradled against him and giving him access to all of her. His hand
swept from the curve of her hip down her thighs, then traveled over the silky
legs stretched out on the picnic bench. Her skin was so soft it was like
dipping his fingers in water.

And he was drowning in
the sensations of her mouth on his, her gasps and whimpers urging him on. There
was something special about this woman, some magic that—

No. Not magic. She
wasn’t special. Get the Storm destiny crap out of your head, Aidan. It doesn’t
exist, she isn’t the one. There is no ‘one’ woman for you.

Forcing himself to stay
in the here and now, he pulled away from her eager mouth, loving the way her
lips swelled from the force of his kisses, the way her eyes glazed over in
passion.

Her hair tickled his
forearm, and he longed to pull the clasp off and let the long strands fall
free. But he only had two hands and right now one held her over his arm and the
other was busy stroking her firm, silken legs.

When his fingers
traveled up her thighs and slid a fraction under the hem of her dress, she
moaned into his mouth, firing up the storm that rumbled inside him. His
erection pressed hard against his jeans, twitching whenever she moved her ass
against him. He could barely contain his excitement, but forced himself to
maintain control. He didn’t want this to be over in a heartbeat.

But, damn, he couldn’t
touch enough of her to satisfy him. Leaning her forward a bit, he found the
zipper at the back of her dress and slowly tugged it down. She gasped when he
slipped the tiny straps off her shoulders, then he paused, waiting to see if
she’d object. Her gaze met his, her eyes half-closed and her tongue curling
around her lips in a way that excited him like nothing ever had.

With his free hand, he
pulled the dress down until her breasts were bared.

Oh yeah. No bra. Her
breasts were small, round like peaches, her pink nipples tightening under his
gaze. He swept his palm over one, then grazed the nub with his fingers,
watching it pucker and harden further. She gasped when he rolled the tip
between his fingers, her eyelids shutting tight. She arched her back against
his hand.

Then his cool Boston
colleague surprised the hell out of him. She reached for his hand and slid it
down over her belly and lower, placing it at the hem of her dress.

“Touch me,” she
whispered, her voice low and breathless and, hot damn, fucking sexy as hell.

“Touch you where, 
cher
?”
he asked, knowing exactly where she wanted his hand but wanting, needing to
hear her say it.

“Down there,” she
whispered, her eyes closed tight.

“Down here?” He swept
his hand over her thighs and moved down toward her knees.

She frowned. “No,
higher.”

“Here?” He moved back
up and rested his hand against her thigh.

“Higher.”

Her mix of shy and bold
excited him like no other woman had before. “Open your eyes, Lissa.”

She sucked in her
bottom lip and her eyes fluttered open, dark with passion.

“Tell me where you want
my hand.”

She paused before
answering. “Higher.”

He smiled down at her.
“Be more specific.”

She didn’t answer.

“Do you want me to make
you come, Lissa?”

Her breasts rose and
fell with her rapid breaths, and she nodded. “Yes.”

“Then tell me where you
want me to touch you.” He could barely contain his desire to slide his hand
between her legs, but forced himself to wait for her request. Coaxing her
response a little, he moved his hand back up and caressed her breasts. She
whimpered and wriggled against him.

“Tell me,” he urged
again.

Her hesitation came
through in her stuttered words, as if she had trouble expressing what she
really wanted. “Touch my pussy, Aidan,” she finally answered. “Make me come.
I’m on fire.”

He bent down and took
her mouth at the same time he slid his hand under the hem of her dress, his
fingers first grazing her firm upper thighs, and stopping at the silk barrier
of her panties.

Instinctively, she
lifted her hips to grant him access. He laid a palm over her mound, feeling the
dampness that had soaked through the thin material. He ached to bury his cock
in her moist pussy, but wanted to ease her aches first.

He rocked his palm
against her, rewarded with her sharp gasp of pleasure. Moving further up, he
grasped the skimpy bit of silk covering her and pulled it down over her hips
and legs, taking them off and placing them on the table.

Then he lifted her
dress over her hips so he could see the prize.

“God, you’re
beautiful,” he whispered, so in awe of this woman lying nearly naked across his
lap. Her body was perfectly sculpted, lean and athletic. Her dress was bunched
in the middle of her body, and he wanted to take it off so he could see her
completely naked. A thatch of moist curls covered her mound and he tangled his
fingers in them. Like silken threads, so soft, so inviting. He had to get her
completely undressed.

But not here, and not
now. Now he wanted to pleasure her more than he’d ever wanted anything.

The air stilled and the
trees stopped waving their branches. The world around them quieted and heated,
steamy warmth surrounding them as he placed his hand on her now soaked mound
and stroked the length of her with the tip of his finger.

“Oh my God,” she
squeaked, her voice cracking with the attempt to feel and talk at the same
time. “Do you feel that?”

He nodded. “Yes, Lissa,
I feel it.” Knowing what she was referring to made him smile into the darkness.

“It’s like a current of
electricity,” she gasped. “God, Aidan, it’s driving me crazy.”

She was silken honey,
pouring over his fingers in a warm rush of liquid that he sucked off his finger
while she watched. She tasted like hot passion and sweet desire.

Melissa shuddered, her
gaze glued to his sucking fingers, “Now slip your finger inside me. I need to
feel you inside me,” she said, grasping for his wrist to pull it down between
her legs.

He let her guide him,
loving the feel of her softness as he probed for the opening to her sweet spot.
His gaze stayed riveted on her face as he slipped his finger inside her. Her
cunt tightened around his finger, giving him a glimpse into how good it would
feel when his cock replaced his finger. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she
tilted her head back against his arm.

He stroked, gently,
feeling her contract, her buttocks rising off his lap and then falling again as
he started a rhythm with his finger. He searched between the soft folds with
his thumb and found her clit, circling the nub until she whimpered and panted.

“Yes, oh Aidan, yes,
right there,” she cried softly, holding onto his wrist and guiding the tempo of
his fingers.

Her pleasure dripped
over him, soaking him, making it difficult if not near impossible to maintain
control as he increased the speed of his thrusts, sensing she was near
completion.

“Fuck me faster,” she
begged, arching her back. He drove in and out of her with quick thrusts until
she moaned loudly. She stilled then, crying out as her climax washed over her,
her pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Her little whimpers and movements
nearly drove him over the edge right along with her.

She shuddered as her
orgasm continued to arc through her body. He kept his fingers inside her,
wanting to feel every spasm, loving how wet she’d gotten, knowing how damn good
it was going to be when he came deep inside her.