A Little Bit Naughty: A Tahoe Nights Story (6 page)

Unable to deny him, Amanda reached behind and took hold of his cock, gripping it in a tight fist. Leo cursed and wrapped his hands around her buttocks and opened her.

Amanda scooted her bottom backward until she bumped up against the head of his cock, then positioned it against her tight rosette. Leo held her in a firm grip and pushed his hips off the mattress, but her body refused him entrance. She groaned, needing him inside but unable to figure out how to achieve her goal.

“Shh, baby,” he soothed, “Let me.”

Amanda nodded and allowed Leo to pull her down until her body was draped over his. “That’s it, just relax and let me make you feel good. That’s a sex slave’s job, remember?”

And with that, Amanda surrendered.

Chapter Seven

Careful not to hurt her, Leo pushed the head of his cock in, past the ring of muscles protecting the tight passage. She moaned and clutched the bedspread beside his head, burying her face against the side of his neck. As he slipped in another inch, she tried to force him in farther.

He held her hips in place. “Easy. We’ll get there. I promise.”

Another inch and Amanda tried to take control of their lovemaking once more by pushing herself onto him. His cock slipped in another inch. “Jesus,” Leo groaned.

Amanda let loose a needy little whimper. The desperate sound had Leo pushing deeper, giving her another thick inch of his hard flesh. “So, damn hot and tight. I’m going to come. Right here. Inside this beautiful ass.” Leo reached between them and used his right hand to toy with the sweet bud of her clitoris. Amanda’s back arched, her hands clutching onto the sheet beside his head.

“Leo.”

The sound of his name coming from Amanda’s lips drove him past the brink. He flicked her clit, back and forth. “Come,” he softly ordered. “Do it now.”

As if waiting for permission, Amanda pushed against him, moving her hips in little circles. Inner muscles clamped down tight around his cock as her orgasm took her. Torture and pleasure mingled, became one.

“All of it,” he snarled. “Every inch.” A rumbling growl escaped Leo as he pushed himself the rest of the way inside the tight fist of her ass. Reaching up, he stroked the tangled length of blonde hair away from her face, then kissed the satin skin of one cheek. When she hummed in satisfaction, Leo continued loving her. Licking, suckling her ivory neck. She began to move again, up and down, pulling his cock nearly all the way out, then driving it back in so deep Leo’s mind filled with nothing put white-hot pleasure. She built the pace, slow at first, then faster. Soon flesh slapped against flesh.

“Mine.” Fuck, he hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but to hell with wishing it back. It was true and it was time she knew it.

Thankfully, Amanda didn’t seem to mind, only pushed against him harder, fucking him into oblivion. Soon he felt his cock swell, thicken, all the blood in his body rushing to his balls. One more thrust from his sweet goddess and Leo was there, a rush of hot fluid filling the condom.

Amanda cried out, threw her head back and joined him.

Leo’s arms tightened around her, holding her in place. He didn’t want it to end. He never wanted it to end. “You amaze me.” It wasn’t the words he wanted to give her, but he didn’t think she wasn’t ready to hear anything more heartfelt. Yet.

“As it happens I feel the same way about you.”

He smiled at her husky tone. “You’re going to end up with a sore throat if we keep this up.”

“It’ll be worth it,” she murmured as she lifted and placed a little peck to his nose.

Leo could only stare. So smart, so pretty and she’d somehow managed to steal his heart. He wasn’t sure when it had happened. Probably when she’d grabbed the last box of caramel corn. He was just too dense to realize it until now.

Leo drew his cock from the warm haven of her body, then lifted her off him. When he stood he held a hand out. “Shower?”

“Uh-uh.” She snuggled into his pillow. “No way am I budging.”

He chuckled. “No way am I showering alone.” Bending at the knees, Leo slid his hands beneath her pliant body and lifted her against his chest.

“Sleep. I need sleep, Leo.”

He started for the bathroom. “A quick wash, then you can sleep.”

She buried her nose against his chest and muttered something.

Leo frowned and stopped midstride. “Huh?”

She lifted her head and stared up at him. Seeing the worry in her brown eyes didn’t give him a warm fuzzy feeling. Shit, had he been too rough on her? “What is it, sweetheart?”

“I said I don’t want to go to the reunion.”

Leo breathed a sigh of relief and continued into the bathroom. It was dark. Amanda reached over and flipped on the light, bringing the big Jacuzzi tub into view. Nice. Just enough room to play. He took her to the sink and sat her atop the counter before discarding the condom.

Smoothing Amanda’s hair out of her face, Leo pressed his lips to her forehead. “That’s what’s got you looking like someone kicked your puppy?”

Her fingers sifted through his chest hair, and she wouldn’t meet his gaze. “I don’t have a puppy, but yes.”

He tipped up her chin, forcing her to face him. “Do you want a puppy? I’ll buy you a puppy.”

She laughed and smacked his chest. “That’s not the point.”

Yeah, he knew exactly what was weighing on her and it pissed him off. “Your family makes you so damn nervous.”

She slumped, as if sinking into herself. “It’s not my family. It’s my mother. She’s going to expect things.”

“Things like us setting a date for a wedding?” He prodded, knowing they needed to talk. In his way of thinking the original plan had been scratched the instant he’d taken her to bed. But that didn’t mean she felt the same way.

Amanda covered her eyes with her hand. “Yes,” she bit out. “Things like that.”

“Amanda, look at me.” Leo waited until she removed her hand, until her gaze was once again meeting his. “We’re adults, not kids. We make the decisions here, not your mom.”

She threw her arms out to the sides and shouted, “What decision is there to make? You and I aren’t dating, much less engaged. Have you forgotten this is all pretend?”

Leo let his gaze travel down her body. When he saw the red rash marring the creamy flesh of her breasts, he wanted to kick himself. Damn, she was so fair, and he’d gotten carried away. He’d have to be more careful in the future. “Here’s the way I see it. When we hatched this scheme it was fake. That changed and you know it. This is not pretend anymore, Amanda.”

“What are you saying?”

“You want it spelled out?” When she nodded, Leo ground out, “Fine, I care about you. We’ve been dancing around this for years, if you ask me.” He pointed at the doorway. “What happened in there, it was more than sex. A hell of a lot more.”

“It was wonderful,” she admitted, her voice so quiet it took Leo a second to register the words.

He pulled her thighs open, exposing her damp pussy to his view, then stepped between them. Cupping her cheeks in his palms, he whispered, “You’re mine, Amanda. I don’t want to lose you. I want more. I want to see where this could lead.”

One side of her mouth kicked up into a sideways grin. “I was really afraid I was the only one getting all territorial.”

Now they were getting somewhere. “You feel territorial toward me?”

She closed her legs around his hips—the movement put his cock in direct line with her wet cunt. “I don’t want to give you up. Not now. I want more too.”

He dipped his head and let his lips drift over hers before saying, “Then maybe we ought to see where this could lead.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into him. “Mmm, yes, we definitely ought.”

They were on their way home, and Leo couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. Amanda had agreed to give their budding relationship a try. He’d damn well make her glad she did too. He reached over the armrest and took her hand in his. “Well, that wasn’t so bad.”

She smiled up at him. “Actually, I think she likes you.”

He snorted. “Your mom didn’t crack a smile all weekend.”

She shrugged and looked down at their entwined fingers. “Her exact words were, ‘you’ll do’.”

Leo brought her hand to his mouth for a gentle kiss. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of kissing Amanda. “I’ll do, huh? That’s her vote of approval?”

Amanda licked her lips and tried to pull her hand back, but he wouldn’t let her. Eventually she gave in and let him kiss and tease each of her fingers. Finally, she spoke, her voice a little breathless. “It’s as close as we’re going to get, I’m afraid.”

He teased her thumb and sucked it into his mouth, enjoying the way her breath hitched. “Well, if she approves then that means she’ll lay off you for awhile. So, all in all a happy ending to pretty damn great weekend.”

Amanda leaned close, so close her mouth was against the shell of his ear. “No, the happy ending came when you gave me that massage.”

Leo’s cock stiffened beneath the fly of his jeans. “Ah, the massage. You liked that, did you?”

“Yes and unless I’m mistaken, so did you.”

After they’d spent all day Saturday with her family, which was huge, Amanda had been exhausted. He’d taken her into the living room and stripped her bare, then he’d laid her out on the living room carpet and gone to work on her tense muscles. It hadn’t been long before he’d gotten pleasantly distracted with her voluptuous body. And it hadn’t been long before desire had replaced Amanda’s fatigue.

They’d ended up in the sixty-nine position. Leo’s body still buzzed from the erotic interlude.

“Yeah, I liked it,” he growled. “And just as soon as I get you home I’m going to repeat it all over again.”

“You’re insatiable.”

The blush that stole over her cheeks captured his full attention. He was so hooked. “Only for you,” he told her, giving her nothing but the truth. “Only for my sweet goddess.”

She cocked her head to the side. “Leo?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I’m very glad we shared that box of caramel corn. I’m pretty sure it was the luckiest day of my life.”

“Me too, sweets. Me too.”

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A hard man is good to find…and impossible to resist.

Tempting Grace

© 2009 Anne Rainey

The Vaughn Series, Book 4

Since a car accident left her unable to have children, Grace Vaughn has hidden her heart behind a wall. So far it’s held strong, and no one complains much—except the few men she dates.

Now that fortress is crumbling thanks to Jackson Hill, an annoyingly attractive man who makes her imagination go wild just watching him in the office. He’s practically bullied her into attending a Vegas conference with him. Three days alone with the delicious Jackson—in Sin City, no less—is sure to push her right over the edge.

With a loving family, a decent bank account, a nice set of clubs, Jackson’s life is almost complete. Except for the missing piece. Grace. She sets a fire in his blood, and the conference is the perfect crowbar to get past her defense mechanisms. It’s time to see if the bump-and-grind potential in that booty of hers can be channeled into something a little more satisfying than looking.

He’s got just the tactic to get her to let down her guard—and hopefully her panties. A wicked bet. Because if there’s one thing he knows about Grace, she can’t resist a double-dog-dare…

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Tempting Grace:

He winked and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “You’re too stubborn to let percentages keep you from having what you want. Even I know that much.”

“Thanks…I think,” she said.

He leaned toward her, noting the way her lips parted and her breathing increased. “You know what I think, Gracie?”

“W-What?”

“I think if I don’t kiss you, I’ll die,” he murmured as he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers. Jackson inhaled her gasp of surprise and pulled her close. As his tongue dipped inside her mouth, Jackson knew he’d been right about one thing: Grace’s kiss was definitely potent.

Grace couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Jackson pressed his lips to hers. His tongue played and teased. Her body turned to liquid fire in two seconds flat. She should push him away, send him home. Instead, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. Jackson groaned as if pleased with her response, slid his arm beneath her knees and pulled her into his lap. Her body seemed so light against so much power and strength. It devastated her senses.

He lifted his mouth from hers and whispered something against her skin, then moved his lips downward, teasing her beyond measure. Grace leaned back, giving him permission to lick a fiery path along her chin and collarbone, before he zeroed in on the V of her ivory colored blouse. He kissed her cleavage and dipped his talented tongue beneath her white satin bra. She arched against him, desperate for more, so hungry for his touch all over.

Jackson chuckled and stopped long enough to murmur, “Easy, Gracie. We’ll get there, I promise.”

She didn’t like that answer to her body’s demands. “Faster or you can leave, damn it.”

Jackson stopped his ministrations and stared at her in the brightly lit room. What went through his head in that moment was anyone’s guess. When he touched her cheek, she practically melted at the tender caress.

“Is that what you really want, baby? Do you want me to leave?”

She hadn’t expected him to take her seriously. She’d only been trying to get him moving along, to quit dawdling.

“No. I’m just…”

“Anxious?” he helpfully supplied.

She clenched her eyelids shut and admitted, “Yes.”

Jackson’s lips against her forehead forced her to open her eyes once more. His gaze held a wealth of tenderness. Butterflies came to life inside her. An entire swarm of them fluttered around in there.

“I like you like this. Anxious, wanting me. I’ve wanted you for months, but you were so damn good at evading me.” He paused as if carefully choosing his next words. “Rushing isn’t an option, baby. I like to take my time with a woman. A good, long time.”

“You talk too much, Jackson. That’s always been your downfall. All talk, no action.”

“You’re mean when you’re horny.” He grinned and let his gaze travel over her torso. “Fuck, you’re a vision. I think I’d like to keep you for my pet.”

She smacked him on the chest. “That’s the most sexist thing I’ve ever—”

He effectively cut her off with a press of his lips to the pulse in her neck.

“Oh, my God,” Grace moaned as she dug her fingers into his closely cropped dark hair, holding him firmly while he suckled her skin. She ached to feel those lips and that tongue lower. Much lower.

As if she’d spoken the thought aloud, Jackson inched downward, touching off several spasms as he went. Air brushed against her stomach, and she realized he’d somehow managed to unbutton her blouse and pull it down her shoulders, exposing her torso. When his tongue flicked over one hard nipple through the soft material of her bra, Grace nearly shot off the couch. She forgot her misgivings. Her body craved his touch. It’d been so long since she’d had sex. So damn long since she’d derived any real pleasure from a man’s body.

As if afraid she would break, Jackson lightly ran his tongue back and forth over her areola seconds before sucking her nipple into his warm mouth, satin and all. He hummed in satisfaction, and the raspy vibration of his voice tormented her. Somehow Grace found herself sprawled, Jackson’s hands on either side of her body effectively pinning her to the cushions. He surrounded her. His lethal strength and intoxicating scent filled her vision and her senses.

While he switched to the other breast, Grace marveled at his patience. He sipped at her skin and toyed with erogenous zones she wasn’t aware she possessed. When he appeared to be settling in for a damned meal, Grace urged him lower with a tug on his hair. He obliged and moved his loving torture south. Her body reacted with a flow of moisture to her center. Every inch of her was ready for him to take her. To fuck her. He’d be hard and savage, she knew it in her bones.

“Please, Jackson.”

A grunt was the only indication he’d even heard her plea. By tiny increments, he tugged her slacks down, and with each piece of flesh he exposed he sprinkled her with kisses. By the time the material was all the way off, Grace’s pussy throbbed.

He sat back on his haunches, his gaze devouring her. “You don’t wear panties?”

Grace didn’t like embarrassment, and at that moment, she seemed to be swimming in it. “Wow, pretty observant. No wonder you’re the VP.”

“All night you sat here chatting with Jordan and you weren’t wearing panties.” He passed a hand over his face and grumbled, “Damn, Grace. You sure know how to drive a man crazy.”

“Oh, gee, such a sweet talker you are.”

He reached down and cupped her mound. “You’re a real smart ass. One of these days I’m going to spank you for it too.”

“Spanking my ass. Sounds kinky.”

“Who said anything about your ass?” he growled. “I think I’d rather tie up these pretty tits and spank those instead.”

His words brought an image to her mind, a totally forbidden image. Her clit swelled. She tried to maintain her cool composure, but when his middle finger found its way through her curls and sank all the way to the knuckle inside her heat, she gave up any pretense of control.

“Mmm, just look at you. Your cunt is ripe for the plucking. I think I’m going to really enjoy making you scream with pleasure.”

When a second finger joined the first, her hips began to move, matching his pumping rhythm. After thrusting several times, Jackson brought both fingers all the way out. She wanted to beg him to come back, but her words died on her tongue as she watched him suck her juices off each digit.

“Tangy, but I’m going to need a little more to be sure.” He spread her wide and dipped his head between her thighs and swept his tongue over her swollen clit.