Temporary Fix (3 page)

Oh, hell no
, Remi wanted to cry out, but kept the words trapped between his lips. So far, Kelli hadn’t said no to anything. Everything primal and male in him wanted to crow in victory, except he knew better and kept the triumphant expression to himself.

“The first time, hell, maybe the second and third”—he ran a distracted hand through his already messed-up hair—“it’s going to be fast and hard, because there is no way I can take it slow once I get inside you. Because of that, we’re going to do all our foreplay with our clothes on. When we can’t take it anymore, then and only then will the clothes come off. You okay with all of that?”

Lust-heavy green eyes blinked at him while her pink tongue darted out to moisten her full lips. Damn, just talking about the things he wanted them to do was a bigger turn on than being inside any other woman.

“You’ll be able to…” She waved a hand between them. “You know, go more than once?”

A fierce, predatory smile flashed across his face and Remi did nothing to stop it. Pull a tiger’s tail and you’ll get more than you bargained for. He took a step closer to her, just within touching distance. “Baby, the way I feel right now, I’ll be able to fuck you non-stop from now until sometime next month.”

A blush covered her satin-smooth cheeks. “Why don’t we start with a kiss and go from there?” she offered with a shy, hesitant smile, and stepped closer to him. “It may turn us both off and save some time.”

He closed the remaining distance between them. “There’s nothing short of the end of the world that could make me stop wanting you,” he whispered, before leaning down to cover her lips with his own.

Chapter Three

His mouth was rough velvet against hers, brushing against her lips as gently as a breeze before he increased the pressure. He gripped her head with his strong, callused hands, holding it in place while he teased the seam of her lips with his tongue before thrusting inside. His taste exploded through her senses as she gripped his wrists, holding on for dear life. The kiss built and built until nothing existed but Remi and the passion burning between them. The tip of his tongue traced a sizzling line across the roof of her mouth and the velvety inside flesh of her lip. Her knees weakened and her legs threatened to cave beneath her as heat consumed her body. None of her dreams compared to the reality of his hot, greedy mouth on hers, the rough sweetness of his tongue, the hard strength of his hands on her skin and in her hair. She half-expected to wake up at any second, panting in need.

Time stood immobile, everything in her unwaveringly focused on the kiss, the touch of lips and tongues, the back and forth drive as he drank from her, tasted her, cajoled her tongue into his mouth. When he lifted his head, they were both breathing haphazardly.

She sucked in a gulp of air as his dark head descended again. Kelli almost forgot how to breathe as she watched Remi lower his kiss-swollen lips to hers.

This time, he moved slowly. Slowly enough that she understood he was giving her plenty of time to change her mind and move away, to say no, to stop him.
Silly man
, she thought in a desire-induced haze. She needed him, his touch and flavour.

The taste of his lips. The press of his skin against her own. The desperate caress of his hands cupping and teasing her breasts.

Before, she’d mocked women who allowed themselves to be seduced, thinking they were somehow less than her. Less intelligent, less resistant, less confident—just less.

But in this one moment, with Remi in her arms, she could very well understand the power and persuasion of desire.

“Give me more, Remi.”

He stole the words almost before they left her lips, imprisoning her mouth in a kiss that sent a white-hot shock surging through her blood. Kelli had prepared herself to feel good, to even desire this tall man, but the sheer power and need swept her off her feet.

Oh, hell, yes—this was exactly what she needed. What she’d been denying herself for months because she thought she needed more than he could give her. He was what her body had ached for since she’d first seen him stroll into her office all those months ago. A cocky smile, dark, sexy eyes and a body that featured nightly in her fantasies.

She pushed into him, drinking in his unique flavour. Still she couldn’t manage to get close enough. She lifted her hands to his chest, smoothing them over the soft cotton of his shirt.

Remi moaned deep in his throat at her needy touch as he reached down to grasp his shirt and, with one tug, briefly separating their mouths, ripped it over his head.

“Shit, yes, Kelli. Touch me, baby.” He lowered his head to whisper against her tender, wet lips. “Let me feel your hands on me.”

Kelli forced her feet to move back. Not because she wanted to reject him, but simply because she wanted to see what she was touching, to memorise the different angles and planes of his rock-hard chest. Night after night she’d imagined what lay hidden beneath Remi’s casual clothes. Now she didn’t intend to miss her chance to appreciate the sight.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted in a silent sigh of delight.

In the dim light of the desk lamp, his chest was broad and just as finely muscled as she had imagined. Dark, sun-kissed skin with a smattering of hair that trailed down into a V in a path along his stomach. Those muscles clenched and tightened as she followed the sensual path of hair with her finger.

“Shit, we’re supposed to take this slow.” Remi gently pushed her hand away from his lower stomach and took two jerky steps back.

“I don’t want this slow,” she protested, desperate to feel him next to her again. To have his skin warming her from the inside out. Kelli closed the distance between them, her hands automatically reaching for his bare skin.

“I promised we’d keep our clothes on. Foreplay, remember?” Remi’s normally deep and soothing voice was clipped with tension.

“Next time,” she promised, as her clit pulsed in need, frantic to be touch and caressed. “Next time I’ll do whatever you want for however long you want so long as you fuck me now.”

Remi took one of her hands and lowered it to where his cock made an impressive tent in his jeans. He pressed her hand to his erection and her fingers wrapped around it automatically. The heat radiating from his swollen flesh shot up along her arm and into her body, making her pussy weep and her pulse ratchet up its erratic beat.

“See what you do to me,
chère
?” His voice was thick with the accent of the watery bayous and husky with need. “I’ve been like this since I saw you that first night.”

She laughed breathlessly and backed up towards the expensive couch, taking him with her. Her back was pressed into the soft, silky fabric of the oversized cushions as his weight came down on top of her. He licked her lips lightly before moving his mouth down to the pulse beating so desperately at the hollow of her throat. When he placed his open mouth over it and sucked lightly, her entire body clenched. She wanted to rip off both of their clothes and feel him skin to skin.

Remi was way ahead of her. He lifted himself enough to slip one hand between them and tug at her T-shirt, pulling it up until she felt the cool air on her breasts.

“No bra.” His voice was heavy with admiration. “Thank God.” She released her desperate grip on the couch and clutched his head to her chest, feeling the moist heat of his mouth, teasing but not touching.

“More,” she pleaded. Remi removed his mouth long enough to push the fabric up and over her head. She looked down, wanting to watch him, wanting to see everything he did. To see her every nightly fantasy come to life. Her nipples were puckered and tight, practically begging him to taste them.

“Pretty.” His voice was low and seductive as he lapped at first one peak, then the other. Digging her fingers into his scalp, she dragged his head to one breast and tugged him close.

“Yes,” she hissed, tilting her head back when he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. She’d never felt anything like this before. Had no idea that a man sucking on her breasts could give her such overwhelming pleasure. None of her previous lovers’ touches had sparked such a fire of need inside her. As he drew on her breast, she felt an echoing pulse low in her pussy. It grew until Kelli didn’t know how much more she could take before throwing Remi to the couch or floor and impaling herself on his hard cock.

Then he closed his lips over one nipple and immediately swelled further. Shafts of painful, pleasurable sensations shot through her and set the inner walls of her cunt fluttering. She pushed her body up to him, her hands sliding across the smooth, hard muscles of his back.

Remi hummed his appreciation, a sound that vibrated through her entire body.

He moved his mouth to her other nipple, giving it the same attention, the same wet heat. When he closed his teeth over it and bit down very gently, a soft moan echoed in the back of her throat.

“We have too many clothes on.” His dark voice enticed her as much as his erotic touch.

Remi lifted himself from her, pulling her T-shirt over her head at the same time. He tore off his jeans and boxers in several hasty swipes.

He can’t be real
. Kelli marvelled over the masculine perfection revealed to her. Every bit of his tall body was sculpted with fine muscle definition, his chest broad and dusted with fine dark hair, his thighs powerful.

His magnificent cock hung between muscle-roped thighs, open to her scrutiny. Kelli’s eyes widened. His shaft was long and thick, with a purplish head darkened from the blood rushing to it. A tiny drop of pre-cum glistened at the slit. Impulsively, she sat up, leant forward to wrap her fingers around the thick erection and drew her tongue slowly across the velvety head.

“Shit, Kelli!” Remi stood there with his body stiff and his fists clenched. His breath came out in desperate pants as sweat glistened on his tanned skin. “Give me a break, here.”

“You so taste good,” she murmured. “Didn’t you say you wanted me to suck you off?” She teased the wide crown with several fast flicks of her tongue.

“Yeah, but after I’ve come inside your sweet pussy a few dozen times. Just to take the edge off.” He unclenched his fists and moved forward. “My turn.”

In seconds, her yoga pants and silky underwear were gone. She was splayed on the couch with one leg over the back and the other over Remi’s shoulder as he knelt between her thighs. He caressed the naked skin of her mound with lean fingers before pulling back the swollen flesh of her labia. One swipe of his tongue and her body convulsed.

“God, you taste better than anything I’ve ever wrapped my tongue around. Like sugar and honey melted with butter. This could be my new favourite dessert.” His voice vibrated against her flesh as he bent to his task again. His wide shoulders kept her thighs apart. He nibbled at her swollen, sensitive clit, licked her inner lips, teased the opening of her cunt with the tip of his tongue. She pushed her hips at him and pressed the heel of one foot on his neck, trying to hurry him, trying to increase the pressure, but he was relentless in his teasing and tasting.

Every swipe of his tongue set her nerves to firing and her muscles to quaking. Every lick, every nip, heated her until she was sure she couldn’t stand it another moment. The muscles in her belly clenched and her hips jerked.

“Hold your breasts for me.” He sat up, her juices glistening on his lips. “Pinch the nipples.”

She did as he asked, so hot for him she would have done anything he demanded. Watching from beneath heavy-lidded eyes, she saw him reach for his jeans, dig into the side pocket and pull out a condom.

“Do you have more than one?” she asked.

He grinned. “There are three boxes in my computer case.”

Her eyes shot open in shock. “Three boxes?”

“I told you I’ve got plans for us.”

He sheathed himself and knelt between her thighs again. “Kelli, I could feast on your cunt all night but if I don’t get inside you in the next ten seconds I might lose my mind. Or explode.”

Sliding his hands beneath her bottom, he lifted her to him, positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy and began an agonisingly slow glide inside. The thickness of his shaft stretched her muscles as he inched deeper and deeper. A brief thought flashed through her mind that she had never been this eager or ready for any man before, never wanted another man with such intensity. From the moment he walked through her door she’d been lost, and she knew it.

Then she couldn’t think at all anymore. He buried himself deep inside her, his balls touching the rounded curve of her ass. He nudged her hands away from her breasts and closed his mouth around one nipple again as his hips started a smooth back and forth movement. Kelli reached for his shoulders, his neck, anything to steady herself as heat and sensation consumed her and she flew into space.

“God, you’re like a silk fist around me,” he groaned, lifting his head as his hips rocked and his balls kissed her ass.

But she couldn’t speak. Every bit of breath had left her body and her heart thudded so hard she was sure it would pound out of her chest.

Back, forth. In, out. Each movement creating delicious friction on her swollen clit. Again, again.

The orgasm built within her, clawing its way up from deep inside her, and she clung to his sweat-slicked, muscular body with all her might.