Under His Cover-nook (2 page)

Rhys opened his eyes, and his gaze bore into hers. “That sounds awfully close to an invitation to something.”

“Oh…it is.”

Jade’s heart sped up. What Rhys did to her lips wasn’t exactly a kiss. The moment he bent down and tasted her, she could almost swear he licked between her legs. A jumble of emotions filled her. She couldn’t believe it. Another woman had taken over her body. It didn’t matter that she barely knew him; that she was surely setting herself up for a one-night stand and she’d never hear from him again. All she knew was that she couldn’t have pulled herself out of his arms and away from him if she wanted to.

When he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, her pulse thudded. Desire flowed through her, and she gasped when his hands lowered to her hips.

The music faded to nothing. The other bodies bumping and grinding on the dance floor disappeared. 

Before Jade could catalog it in her mind, they were in a hotel room discarding clothes. With a quick twirl of her fingers, she undid the buttons down the front of his shirt and lay her palms on his warm skin, unable to believe she was so bold. Unable to comprehend she’d actually agreed to come upstairs with him. Admitting that she was powerless to stop herself. She couldn’t blame it on the alcohol she drank, no matter
what
Jamie Foxx said. Because the moment he touched her, she became intensely sober as another kind of intoxication spread through her body. 

He was even more gorgeous underneath his clothes. She closed her eyes and relished the smoothness of his skin, so tan and firm. Like cotton under her fingers. His heart thumped staccato beats against her hand. The scent of citrus and spice filled her nose, and she breathed deep, wanting more. Pleasure rippled over her in waves as he responded to her touch, gripping her wrists to stall her hands. His uneven breath matched her own.

As their gazes locked, she stood speechless and fathomed what she was about to do. Nothing made sense. How could she have attracted someone like him?

The suite was bigger than her two-bedroom duplex, and the only rooms she vaguely remembered were the living area and this bedroom. The king-sized bed was turned down, and though she cared not one iota about the view, she knew it would remind her of the time she’d stood on top of the Empire State Building.

He leaned forward and for a mere heartbeat their breaths mixed and melded together, the thrill and eagerness emanating between the both of them almost tangible. Jade parted her lips on a sigh, and Rhys swept his tongue inside. He cupped her around the waist, and the hunger radiating from him heated and stirred her blood. She kissed him back, her tongue dancing with his as she slipped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

It still wasn’t enough.

The passion he evoked inside her was like nothing she’d ever experienced. He moaned and lifted her against his body, his hands cupping her ass. With expert fingers, he kneaded her until she ground her pussy against him. Jade craved his tongue on her skin. Nothing else existed except his mouth and his touch.

Slowly, he drew back, and she slid down his length. His hands shook when he relinquished her even though restraint punctuated every expression flitting across his face. “Are you sure you want this?”

Smiling, she understood he was giving her a chance to back out, to walk out the door and never look back.

Rhys took both her hands. Desire shined in his eyes as he blew out a deep breath. “I’ll understand. It’ll kill me,” he said on a soft chuckle. “But I’ll understand.”

Jade lay her palm against his chest. “I want this.”

“I-I can’t offer you anything else.”

Her heart hitched. She’d walked into this room with the full knowledge it would be a one-night stand. There wouldn’t be a phone call tomorrow, flowers on Monday when she got back to work, or a date next Friday night.

She didn’t care.

Even now she had a hard time not crawling all over him. “I know.”

The muscles in his jaw worked, and his dick pulsed against her stomach. Jade unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She took off her panties and toed them to the side. Now, she stood before him naked. Raw and exposed.

Again, she didn’t care.

The force bringing them together would not be resisted.

She wanted this.

She wanted him.

Rhys sucked in a deep breath. Whether he pulled her into his arms or she moved of her own free will, she didn’t know, but his mouth covered hers and stoked and stirred a hunger so deep inside her she moaned as the fire inside her raged.

Nothing in Rhys’ life prepared him for the effect Jade had over him. She met his kiss lick for lick, stroke for stroke. Her hands were all over him, pulling and yanking at his clothes, arousing every nerve ending in his body. He ached for her. She was a tantalizing blend of naïveté and vixen as she smoothed his pants slowly down his legs to the floor where she ended up on her knees in front of him.

She tugged at his boxers and smiled when his cock popped free of the fabric. Her tongue darted out over the head, and he inhaled sharply as pleasure coursed through him. Standing, she moved him backward toward the bed and pushed. When he collapsed, the down comforter made a soft puffing sound.

“I don’t want to have carpet burns,” she said and smiled.

Rhys laughed as she crawled over him and resumed her exploration of his cock and lost himself to the pleasure of her tongue, the heat of her mouth, the insistence of her hands. His blood pounded through his veins and he thickened and hardened. So close to an explosion, he had to stop her. He wanted to see her face, enjoy her luscious body beneath him.

Jade gasped when he flipped her onto her back, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed. It was amazing. She had skin so soft and smooth. A curvy body, so exquisite it made his mouth water. Everything about her was full and lush and he couldn’t help but explore, each digit of his hand memorizing every detail. This full-figured, caramel skinned she-devil with golden lips and chocolate eyes made him want to beg for mercy.

“Jade,” he whispered, running his hands up her legs over the swell of her hips to her rosy erect nipples. “You are so beautiful. What are you doing to me?”

A seductive smile crossed her lips as she scooted to the head of the bed. “Making you want me.”

“And I do.” Her scent drifted over him. Rhys caught her by the leg, halting her movements, rose up and buried his face between her breasts. “Damn, I do.” He kneaded her thighs, her hips, until she moaned and arched upward into his caress.

“Taste me, Rhys.”

And he did, pulling one nipple into his mouth as he tweaked and massaged the other. He savored the long sweet nipple against his tongue.

“Yes,” she whimpered and spread her legs in invitation.

His hands traveled down her belly, through her mass of dark curls, until he reached the soft folds of her pussy. She moaned softly as he dipped his middle finger inside. She was hot and wet and his cock pulsed with the need to plunge deep inside her.

But the desire to taste more of her, pleasure her, moved something in him. Rhys kissed a trail down her stomach. He scooped his hands under her ass and lifted her. When he lowered his mouth and licked, she shuddered.

“God help me,” she said and sighed. “Don’t stop.”

He alternated between drawing circles around her folds with the tip of his tongue and tugging her clit between his lips and sucking her.

Sexy cries of joy emanated from her throat. A desire to please her spiraled through him as he worked her swollen flesh. Her movements became jerky and frantic and her hips lifted off the bed, but he didn’t stop. He gave her everything her body needed and asked for.

“Shit. Oh shit.” Her body trembled. “That’s it…damn… Oh…oh yes. Shit.” She stiffened and cried out as the orgasm overtook her. She shuddered and moaned.

He drank his fill of her sensual nectar until it subsided. Rhys moved up her body, kissed the dent in her hip, licked her navel, and twirled his tongue around a nipple.

“More,” she begged.

He chuckled. “Oh, I’ve got more,” he replied and kissed her. Their tongues danced and mated until she gripped his cock.

“This. I want this.” she demanded. “Right now.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” he asked as he fumbled for a condom and sheathed himself.

She yanked him forward and brought her knees up, wrapping her legs around his hips. “What do you think?”

The pleasure was almost unbearable as she moved the head of his dick around her clit and down her folds. Rhys slipped inside her. She was hot, wet and tight and melded around him. He thrust deep, over and over, and she moved with him.

The ecstasy…the bliss…spun around him like a coil, unending, unbreakable. His gaze never left hers. He had to see it. He had to know if what was happening between them affected only him.  All thought left his head except the way her body connected to his. It was if Jade sensed every push, every thrust, every movement and matched it with one of her own. The give and take between them, the rhythm was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

Time and space shifted. His breath came in short, sharp gasps. Rapture claimed him as he sheathed himself with her essence over and over again. Shattering waves rolled over him and he plunged deeper, faster. She groaned and shivered beneath him and her knees gripped his hips as the walls of her pussy convulsed around him. She came wildly, explosively, her body determined to milk a torment of molten sensation out of him.

Unable to hold back any longer, Rhys joined her in a blood-rushing climax. His body bucked and jerked as he exploded inside her. After he collapsed, long moments elapsed as he lay dazed, his head resting between her shoulder blade and head.

She slid her arm over his back then down onto the bed. He took her hand, entwined it with his, then brought her palm up to his lips where he kissed it. Still fighting for air in his lungs, he rolled over until she lay on top of him.

She trailed a hand up his thigh, cupped him and began to pump up and down. His cock stirred.
Damn
. He couldn’t believe he wanted her again. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to have you on your back.”

Jade reared up and straddled him. “What if I want you on your back?”

She closed her eyes as heat surged in her like a flame. Her clit ached as she rubbed herself against him. Every nerve ending in her body thrummed with delight. It was too good to stop especially when her body still ached for him.

Then, an idea rose. She scooted off the bed, found the bedside clock radio and turned it on, moving the dial until she found the station she wanted. It was after ten o’clock, so The Quiet Storm was on, playing slow, soulful music. After she got back on the bed, she stood up, her feet on either side of his waist. When she palmed her breasts and began to swivel her hips, she heard his sharp intake of breath, then watched as a smile etched across his mouth.

Rhys linked his fingers and placed them behind his head. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” She was Jade the enchantress, a seductress. This man brought out a side in her she’d never indulged. She rotated her hips and turned around. She slowly slid her hands all the way down to her ankles and looked at him between her legs. He had a huge grin on his face. What thrilled her more, his dick appeared larger than it had a few minutes ago. She lowered her ass until it grazed over his cock, wiggled, then lifted it again gazing at him between her legs again.

“Damn.”

She turned back around, licked her fingers, and twirled them around her nipples.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Then she lowered her hand to tease her clit, slipped her digits between her folds and drew out the wetness between. She danced some more, wiggled her hips, and stood on one foot, sliding her toes down his chest, then lower until she teased his groin hair, allowing it to tickle her toes.

Rhys sat up, grabbed her leg, and gently bit the inside of one thigh, then the other, making her moan.

Jade guided him back down with her foot then lowered herself on top of him. He took her around the waist, tilted his hips, and slid her down until she enveloped him. She moved her body in a frenzied fever as he delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. He bit gently inside one thigh, then the other. Pleasure and desire spun out of control inside her, building deep with each surge of his hips.

Her sex throbbed with erotic sensations as he pulled her forward to take her nipple in his mouth. A delicious sensation rolled through her as his hot mouth sucked the hard bud between his teeth while she rode him. It was almost too much.

She grabbed the headboard. “Rhys…Oh, Rhys…so good.”

He took his time, savoring one breast, then the other, whisking his lips over each one slowly, reverently. Jade groaned as spasms of pleasure licked through her. With both his mouth and his cock tantalizing her, she rocked against him over and over and pressed downward to meet every upward thrust.

Each flick and lash of his tongue made her tremble on the very edge of sexual insanity. Wetness spilled from her pussy as she moaned and met each powerful thrust, each measured, insistent thrash of his dick.

The first tremors of her release began to ripple; it slithered up her legs, tingled inside her belly, crashed through her chest, until she opened her mouth in a wordless cry as her climax hit her in a blinding, pulsing moment of release.

Rhys fell back against the pillows, grabbed her hips and pumped into her. He bucked and let out a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction as she tightened her muscles around him. Jade rolled to her side and collapsed on the bed. He reared up, pressed a kiss to her cheek, then, lay his head atop her breast and fell asleep.   

Early the next morning as he slept, she slipped out of the bed and fumbled around in the dark for her clothes. Never in her life had she experienced anything like being with Rhys. From the moment she met him, she knew it would be that way. The connection between them palpable from the time their gazes collided. Had she ever been more sated and complete? Or so alone? On a quiet sob she leaned against the closed bathroom door.