Tingle All the Way (5 page)

Their mouths met in a fiery exchange of
teasing and plundering that sent his pulse soaring. And when she pressed her
hips against his arousal, rubbing herself wantonly over the distended fabric of
his jeans, his heart slammed against his chest. For a moment he couldn’t
breathe or think clearly.

What was happening to him? His body felt
like one big muscle, tight and strained. Barry struggled to regain his
composure, but the strength of his yearning was almost crippling. He’d never
experienced anything like this with any other woman.

He had to have her.

They bumped toes as he guided her backward
until her backside struck the wall. Grabbing her hands, he pushed them up,
pinning her in place with his body. Then his mouth bore down on hers, taking
everything she gave and still demanding more.

Barry could feel her response, her passion
as she trembled beneath his assault, and it thrilled him. He slipped his hands
beneath her t-shirt and she hissed when flesh met flesh.

As she began to lower her arms, a growl
rumbled in his throat. “Keep them above your head.” When she complied, his cock
hardened even more. Taming this woman would be so fucking hot. The thought sent
his pulse soaring.

With as much control as he could muster, he
slowly grazed his palms up her slender rib cage, skimming the sides of her
breasts held hidden from him by her lacy bra. With a swift move, he tugged the
garment over her head, up her arms, before tossing it aside on the floor.

Dropping his gaze to hers, he watched her
expression as he slid his hand into her bra and cupped her breast. As his
fingers pinched and pulled her already hardened nipple, her icy blue eyes
blazed. She moaned, arching into his touch.

Damn, she was beautiful.

The need to feel her hands on him was
overwhelming. “Take my shirt off.”

“So, it’s okay if I lower my arms?” A
twinkle sparked in her eyes.

“Kayla?” he growled.

She chuckled, reaching for the hem of his
shirt.

When she freed the upper half of his
clothing, cool air from the slowly turning ceiling fan soothed his heated skin.
But when she smoothed her palms down his abs, outlining the muscles that
disappeared beneath his pants, he groaned with pleasure.

“My jeans. Unfasten them.”

With deft fingers she worked the button
free, sliding down his zipper before slipping her fingertips beyond his
skivvies and circling his shaft. He quivered as a soft hand slid from base to
tip, nearly undoing him. And then she squeezed.

Barry sucked in a taut breath. Jerking his
hips forward, he silently asked for more.

She pushed her hand deeper, cupping his
balls and working them with her magical fingers before she returned to caress
his dick with steady, mind-blowing strokes.

“Ahhh.”

He flicked the clasp of her bra so it fell
open, displaying full, luscious globes. His head fell forward and his mouth
closed around a rosy peak. Sucking, licking and nibbling, he heard her gasp,
felt her heart beat rapidly.

“Yes,” she hissed while her hand stilled
against his aroused flesh. “Oh God, yes.”

Barry wedged his legs wider and she got the
hint and resumed giving him a hand job in earnest. He reached for the
drawstrings of her sweats, loosening them and shoving them, as well as her
thong, down to her knees. Using a foot, he forced them all the way to her
ankles and she stepped out of them.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, he
straightened and then captured her mouth with his in a heated exchange of give
and take. Caressing her soft skin, he reached between her thighs to find her
wet, ready. He glided his fingers across her swollen, moist folds as their lips
parted on a joint breath.

“Wrap those long legs around my waist.”

Her hands rose to rest upon his shoulders.
As she raised a leg, he palmed her ass, lifting until he had her right where he
wanted her. Again he used his body to pin her to the wall while he awkwardly dug
in his pocket and extracted a condom. It wasn’t easy, but he managed to open
the package and don the damn thing before pushing his jeans down around his
ankles. As his dick eased against her warmth, he knew the first time would be
hard and fast.

Chapter Four

Kayla was thankful for their current
position because the second his hard, thick erection pressed against her bare
pussy, a flood of moisture released and her body turned boneless. Her legs lost
their strength. Her ankles came loose around his waist, forcing him to support
her entire weight against the wall or she would slide to the floor as though
she were jelly.

She wanted this man more than anyone or
anything. It was almost a consuming madness, this urgency to have him inside
her.

When Kayla regained her senses, she found
her palms still clutched his shoulders. Trembling, she shifted her hips and was
awarded with the tip of his sheathed cock breaching her opening. It had been
way too long since she had lost herself in another. Licking her parched lips,
she arched into him, only to hit resistance when he stopped her momentum with a
firm grip.

“Not so fast, Counselor.”

Barry’s strained, hoarse voice sounded
oddly like a contradiction to his hesitancy. Judging by his labored breathing,
the way he quivered, she got the feeling his control was on a shorter leash
then hers. A living pulse throbbed wildly in her core. Her nipples grew almost
painfully sensitive as they rasped with each small movement against the light
mat of hair on his chest.

“I’ve waited a long time to get you in my
arms.” He glided his palm slowly up her thigh, caressing the curve of her butt.

She wiggled her bottom. “So what are you
going to do about it?”

“Fuck you against this wall.” Achingly
slow, he pushed, entering her a little more. “Then take you my bedroom and do
it all over again.” Another inch disappeared inside her.

Kayla had the incredible urge to run her
tongue over the bulging tendons in his neck. Taste the salt of his skin. But
the anticipation of feeling him deep inside her was much more powerful, like an
itch begging to be scratched.

“Hmmm. I like the sound of that,” she
purred, praying she didn’t have to wait much longer. “Fuck me, Barry.”

Apparently that was all the encouragement
he needed.

The exquisite sensation of her body
stretching and opening to accommodate his girth set her mind spinning. With
another thrust, he was buried so far inside her that it felt as if he’d bumped
against the entrance of her womb.

“Damn, baby. You’re so tight. Wet.”

And then he began to thrust, his lunges
sure and strong. So like her dreams, where nightly he took her to a place she’d
never been.

Heaven.

Rocking against her, he pulled almost all
the way out before he slammed home, setting a sultry rhythm that slid her back
up and down the cool wall. Each driving force felt as if it were meant to mark
her, to carve his memory into her mind and body.

And he was accomplishing his goal, because
she would never forget this moment. Never.

“Such a beautiful ass.” His fingers dug
into the flesh of her butt, spreading each cheek so wide she experienced an
unusual pulling against her anus.

“Feels good.” She moaned, long and low,
fighting the growing pressure inside her that built at an alarming speed. Her
shallow pants quickened. Folding her arms around his neck, she held on and
savored the titillating feeling.

As a wicked finger inched between her
cleft, hesitating at her puckered flesh, the orifice contracted and flexed,
causing her to gasp at the strange sensation. Yet when that same digit moved
onward, dipping briefly inside her liquid heat before retracing its path to
once again linger at her back door, a series of quakes suddenly erupted.

Kayla cried out, her muscles clenching,
attempting to prolong the stirrings of her approaching orgasm. She almost had
her body within her grip when Barry picked up the pace, and then her vision
dulled. Stars burst behind her eyelids. Her climax rose higher and higher until
reaching the coup de grâce, shattering like a thin, fragile glass bulb, sending
shards of ecstasy throughout her.

Barry continued to pound into her until a
low, drawn-out moan pushed from his lungs and his eyes closed. An array of
emotions flickered across his handsome face, pain, pleasure, and then she felt
his cock swell, jerking several times. Another moan slipped out and something
close to bliss softened his features.

His forehead fell to the curve of her neck
and he released a sigh. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He raised his
gaze, meeting hers.

Her body flushed with delightful tingles, more
sated then she had felt in a long time. How he managed to make her feel both
ravished and at ease all at once was beyond her. Because no awkward moments
sprang between them as they stared deep into each other’s eyes.

“Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”

Yes. Oh ye
s,
perched on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she nodded.

Gently he released her legs and her feet
touched the floor. Then he dipped a finger beneath her chin and kissed her
tenderly before he grabbed her hand and led the way.

When they stepped into his bedroom, he drew
her hand to his mouth and softly kissed the backside before he released her.
“Give me a minute to clean up.” Then he disappeared into the adjoining
bathroom.

Kayla realized she hadn’t paid attention to
her surroundings when she had awoken. Deep, rich mahogany furniture filled the
room, but what caught her attention was the four-poster bed. It was huge, the
posts at least eight feet tall. On each side of the bed was a nightstand.
Across the room sat a dresser with an intricately carved mirror of roses and
leaves designed to match the armoire and bed. A breathtaking full-length mirror
stood off to the side near a small table and two chairs next to the window.

As he entered the bedroom, she turned to
greet him. “This is beautiful, Barry.”

He pulled her into his embrace. “No. You’re
beautiful. How did I ever keep my hands off you, Counselor?”

She was wondering the same thing, only in
reverse.

Barry nuzzled his nose against her neck,
kissing a path upward until his mouth blew a warm breath against her ear. “I
want to make all your fantasies realities.”

His quiet tone whispered over her skin,
causing it to prickle with goose bumps. She swallowed hard, wondering if she
dared to cross that threshold with not just Barry, but any man. Trust wasn’t
her strong point and allowing someone to do to her what had only touched her
dreams was downright scary.

As if he sensed her hesitation, he stepped
back, holding her at arm’s length. “Would you like me to teach you the art of
domination? The sweetness in a little pleasure/pain play, or do you plan on
chickening out?”

He must have known she would react
positively to his blatant teasing, because a mischievous glint sparked in his
eyes.

But before she could respond, Hector
appeared out of thin air, hovering behind Barry’s head. The little imp slammed
his palms on his hips, a scowl plastered on his face as his wings fluttered
wildly, stirring up a light cloud of red faery dust.

Kayla felt her spine stiffen. Her eyebrows
rose sharply while the twinkle in Barry’s eyes died.

“When you’re ready, I’ll be here.” He
released her and started to turn around.

“No!” She grabbed his arm. Hector was a
distraction she didn’t need, especially right now when all her dreams hinged on
the right response. “Uh.”
Well, crap.

Frustrated, she pulled Barry to her.
Folding her arms around his neck, she pressed her mouth to his, hoping her
actions would speak louder than any words. What began as a simple kiss turned
sultry when he took control of the caress. Kayla’s eyelids drifted closed and
she melted into him, forgetting momentarily about the pesky faery.

Between them Barry’s arousal hardened, the
bulge pressed against her belly warming her inside out. She moved against him
and a growl rumbled in his throat. When their lips parted and he started to
pull away, her eyes opened to see Hector staring at them with a sappy
expression.

Kayla jerked Barry back to her, holding him
tight. How could she explain Hector? More importantly she didn’t want the faery
speaking to Barry. There was no telling what he might say.

Barry’s gaze grew intense. “I’ll take that
as a yes.”

“Uh huh.” She leaned closer, glaring over
his shoulder at Hector.

While Barry’s palms smoothed down her back,
reawakening her nerve endings, she cut her hand through the air making shooing
motions, an effort to warn the faery off.

Hector gave her a toothy smirk, then
lightning fast he streaked through the room, zigzagging to make her vision
blur. When he disappeared in a puff of red glitter, she couldn’t help smiling.
Her contrary little friend had left behind a shimmering heart with an arrow
stabbed through it.