Melt With You: Fated, Book 4 Page 3

  Hips he wanted to grip and yank her body against his…

  “Hey.” Fuck it all. He had no idea what to say next. He was an idiot.

  “Funny running into you here.” She smiled and flicked her hair over her shoulder, thrusting her chest out toward him. Quintessential flirtatious behavior and he reacted like the dog he was, his gaze dropping to her breasts. From what he could tell she had a spectacular rack.

  Not that he cared only for her rack, oh no. She was sassy. She was smart. She was calm under pressure, and she tasted sweeter than any dessert he’d ever indulged in.

  “I was thinking the same thing,” he finally said, his gaze lifting to meet hers once more.

  She smiled, amusement dancing in her eyes. She knew what sort of effect she had on him. God, he loved a confident woman. “Enjoying the football game?”

  “Honestly? It’s kind of boring.” He was a liar. The game had been intense. They were at the start of the third quarter and it was tied up.

  “Really?” She smirked. “Maybe we could hang out then. Kill a little time.” Kill a little time? He’d never been propositioned with that line before. “Works for me.”

  God he was easy.

  “Let’s go.” She flicked a finger toward the door, and he followed.

  Like an obedient little puppy.

  Chapter Four

  She led him outside to the patio area, which was usually packed with people during the spring and summer.

  But tonight the wind blew and clouds hung low, dark and foreboding, obliterating any chance to see stars twinkling in the black velvet sky. It was cold but he had a long sleeved T-shirt on and an opened flannel shirt over it. She was dressed accordingly as well, if her pretty charcoal sweater was any indication.

  God, he loved a woman in a sweater too. Tonight the woman could do no wrong in his eyes.

  He was a complete sucker.

  “Are you going to stand over there all night or come closer?” Lanie’s sultry voice carried on the wind, and he watched as she settled her pert little ass on one of the wrought iron benches against the wall. She shivered, probably from making contact with the cold metal.

  “Your wish is my command.” With a salute he went to the bench, settling beside her, their bodies smashed close together.

  A soft little huff of laughter left her when he slipped his arm around her shoulders. “I didn’t think it would be this easy.”

  “What would be this easy?”

  “Talking to you.” She lifted her head, her gaze meeting his. Again, she was very direct, with no bullshit apparent. He found that characteristic arousing as well. “I haven’t seen you since the night in the closet. I thought you hated me.” He chuckled. “The very last thing I feel for you is hate.”

  “Oh really? What do you feel for me then?”

  Unadulterated, instant attraction? Uncontrollable lust? His dick stirred, having her so close, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to send him into a full-fledged hard on.

  Just smelling her sweet, unique scent had him close enough to the edge as it was.

  “I like you,” he admitted. The moment the simple words fell from his lips, he realized they didn’t even come close to encompassing exactly what he thought of her.

  What he felt for her.

  She smiled, reached out and drew her finger down his cheek. “I like you too.” The wind howled, as if in protest and she leaned in closer, her tequila-tinged breath wafting across his lips. He had a feeling she was a little buzzed, but he didn’t care.

  He’d put back a few beers, too, didn’t really have a buzz on but he certainly felt lust-drunk having her so near.

  Lanie the pretty nurse who accosted him in a closet downright made his head spin.

  Reaching out, he cupped her cheek, and then pushed his fingers into her hair.

  Silky soft, the strands wound around his fingers. Her eyes slid closed on a sigh. “It’s too damn cold to be out here.”

  “Then we need to keep each other warm.” A wicked smile curved her lips when he pulled her close with his arm still around her shoulders. She draped her arm around his middle and beneath his flannel shirt, her fingers splayed across his stomach.

  The wind blew like a bitch and the iron bench chilled his ass even through his jeans, but he forgot all about it when his lips connected with hers. Poof, all thought of nasty weather was gone. All he could concentrate on was the taste of her, the way her tongue danced with his, how her fingers slid beneath his shirt and touched the bare skin of his abdomen…

  He jolted when she slid her hand down and executed a subtle brush against the fly of his jeans, he tore his mouth from hers when she boldly cupped him, her fingers firm around his stiffening cock.

  “Slow down,” he murmured against her fragrant neck, nibbling and kissing a path down the elegant length of it. “There’s no rush.”

  She tipped her head back, giving him better access. “The second I get near you, all I can think about is rushing. It’s all I want—staring into your eyes, getting my hands on you, kissing you—you’re all I think about.”

  It pleased him that the feeling was mutual. The chemistry between them had been strong from the get go but this. Only the second time he’d kissed her and he was already raring to go. It was almost embarrassing, how much he wanted her.

  But she wanted him just as much, and he wasn’t about to deny a strong woman what she wanted.

  Their mouths met again easily, the fit perfect, the tangle of their tongues a sexy, heated glide. He was hot, his skin felt on fire, even with the wind whipping around them and he slid his hands all over her, slowly. Testing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, then moving upward to brush against her ripe breasts.

  Her hands were just as busy, though they were particularly focused on the fly of his jeans. He jerked his hips to the left, trying to avoid her grip but she was determined.

  Next thing he knew she had his fly undone and her hand just inside his open jeans, her fingers settling over his cotton-covered cock.

  Damn, she was a busy little thing.

  “Lanie.” He broke away from her, his breath coming in jerky spurts, an agonized groan ripping from his lungs when she tucked her hand beneath the front of his underwear and actually touched his cock. Skin to skin, she stroked him, torturing him beyond measure. “You’re killing me.”

  “But what a way to go, right?” Her voice was a low, sexy purr, a whispery sound of pleasure escaping her when she brushed the tip of her finger against the head of his cock. “Just how big are you?”

  He laughed. He couldn’t help it. This was ridiculous. She had her hand down his pants, her fingers wrapped around his dick and she was a little drunk. All the while, they sat outside in the blistering cold and anyone could walk in on them at any moment.

  “Baby, this is the very last place for us to do this.” She adjusted so she faced him, her brows lowered, mouth pursed in the most delectable pout that he couldn’t resist. Leaning into her, he dropped a quick kiss to her lips. “The first time I come with you, I don’t want it to be while you jerk me off and I spill all over your fingers.”

  Her eyes lit with pale blue fire. “How about if you come in my mouth?” He groaned. No matter how much the idea appealed—because oh yeah, he could definitely envision her on her knees, her pretty pink lips wrapped tight around his cock—

  he couldn’t do that. Not here, not for their first time. “That sounds like a mighty fine idea but one we’ll have to try out later. First, I want you naked and sprawled in my bed. I’m going to be coming inside you.”

  She smiled and her fingers gripped him so tight he thought his eyes might cross from the pleasure of it. “I hope you can make due on that promise, mister.”

  “I swear on my life,” he said, his voice scratchy as she stroked him yet again.

  Damn it, he was close. No way was it going down like this. “Now get your hand out of my jeans and let’s get the hell out of here.”

  His apartment was nice though
more on the small side and not furnished with much. It wasn’t a dirty bachelor pad, of which Lanie was eternally grateful. He had decent furniture, what she could see of it and his bed was huge, so that was a plus.

  She lay in that bed at this very moment, the sheet wrapped around her still underwear-clad body as she watched him. He was stripping for her, not an outrageous show but definitely a sight worth watching.

  The man was like a fucking picture out of a magazine. Who knew he had abs like that? A chest like a super hero, biceps that bulged when he moved and the strongest looking pair of thighs she’d ever seen before. Oh, and don’t forget the long, thick cock straining against the front of his underwear.

  He was perfection. Too good to be true. Normally, this would’ve sounded warning alarms in her head, protecting her from the nonexistent perfect man. And really, he was so wrong for her. A player, a charmer, a man with a huge cock and sinful lips and a body to absolutely die for…

  Right. Why was she thinking he was wrong for her again? For once in her silly little life she was going for her. The move to a new city was the first in what she considered many changes in her once staid life. A divorce from a cheating, no good son of a bitch, a move, a job change with better pay and sex with a gorgeous man—what more could a woman ask for?

  Huh. She frowned. Wondered what Wes might think about her being a divorcee.

  “Take that frown off your face right now, baby. I’m about to blow your mind.” She giggled when he crawled onto the bed on all fours, looking every inch the predatory male about to capture his feminine prey. The glint in his eyes was mesmerizing, as was the lethal way he crawled up her body until she was completely beneath him. “I love a confident man.”

  Leaning down, he dropped a kiss to the top of her breast, above her bra. She quivered in delight at the first brush of his lips. “I’m not that confident. If I don’t get inside you and soon, I just might come all over your pretty thighs.” God, that image was hot. The man had a way with words. She could only imagine streams of semen shooting from his cock and spilling all over her thighs. His agonized groan filling the air, her fingers drifting through his creamy essence before she brought them to her mouth for a taste…

  “Condoms are in the bedside table,” she said, her voice full of urgency.

  He snickered, the devil. “I like a girl who’s always prepared.”

  “I should’ve been a Boy Scout.”

  “Thank God you’re not.” He reached across her, pulled open the drawer and rummaged around until his hand emerged with two condom packs clutched against his palm.

  All the breath left her lungs while she watched him lift so he was on his knees. He tore open the condom packet. She’d never really watched a man touch himself before—

  the firm way his fingers circled the base of his cock, his other hand guiding the condom over his length. He stroked down, his fingers then trailed back up as if he was enjoying it, and a strangled sound left her at the sight.

  Wes glanced up, caught her staring and a sexy little smile teased the corner of his mouth. She arched a brow in response. “Are you having a good time?”

  “Oh, definitely.” The smile grew until it lit up his entire face.

  “I would like to enjoy myself too.” She shifted, her legs restless and he reached out, his fingers curling around the waistband of her panties.

  “I can definitely make that happen.” With a gentle tug he pulled off her panties, revealing her completely. His eyes grew darker as he drew the delicate piece of pale cotton down her thighs, over her knees, along her calves until he carefully drew them from her feet. Her entire body trembled with awareness, a choked gasp sticking in her throat when he settled his big hands on her knees and slowly spread her legs wide.

  “Pretty,” he murmured as he continued to stare.

  She wanted to die from mortification. And pleasure.

  He stroked the inside of her thighs—his fingers coming perilously close to her pussy but not close enough. She closed her eyes and gave into it, sinking her teeth into her lower lip when he finally, finally touched her between her legs. A fleeting touch, the tips of his fingers brushed through the scant pubic hair, traced along the seam of her slit before he pulled away.

  God. She wanted more. Now.

  He was deliberately slow, driving her out of her ever-loving mind. Shifting his attention above her waist, he worked at the front clasp of her bra, undoing it so the cups sprang apart. He smoothed the fabric away so that her breasts were completely exposed.

  Leaning in, he rained kisses over her flesh, purposely not touching her nipples and she sobbed. Literally sobbed when he continued to torture her like the sick, sadistic bastard he had to be.

  “Christ baby, you are so wet.” He dipped his fingers between her legs, testing her and she wanted to cry with relief when he touched her clit. She was going to come and soon. Or at least, she hoped so.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” she muttered, earning a laugh from him.

  Her lids snapped open to find him still chuckling, his mouth terrifically close to her pussy. She waited with breathless anticipation as he dropped first one wet, lingering kiss on the inside of her thigh, then another equally wet, lingering kiss on the other.

  “Your skin is so soft.” His voice was a ragged whisper against her flesh, rippling through her entire body and she spread her legs wider. “I want you to come for me, Lanie.”

  “Okay.” She nodded her head eagerly, feeling like an absolute, foolish wreck. “I can do that.”

  He chuckled again, just before he pressed a kiss to her clit. He parted his lips, darted his tongue out and gave it a delicate swipe.

  “Oh God.” He was teasing her and she loved it. Absolutely freaking loved it. She thought he would be fast and hard and fucking her senseless by now but this was another thing entirely. Slow, deliberate, taking his time, making her so desperate for release…

  It was one of the most amazing sexual experiences she’d ever had. And they weren’t even finished yet.

  “Mmm.” He slipped a finger inside her, his tongue searching her folds. His whispered hum vibrated through her, ratcheting the heat swirling within her to a feverish level. She settled her hands on his head, threading her fingers through his soft hair, holding him tight against her.

  He didn’t protest. Nope, he seemed to revel in driving her out of her mind.

  Adding another finger along with the first, he thrust deep inside, curling them and brushing against her G-spot. A tingle started low in her belly and she lifted her hips, yelping when he drew her clit between his lips and sucked. Hard.

  “Come, Lanie,” he demanded after he released her clit from his mouth, his voice firm, his tongue swirling around her swollen clit once, twice while he increased his pace with his thick fingers. “I want to watch you fall apart.” She did. She shattered on a keen wail, her entire body stiffening before she collapsed onto the mattress, consumed with uncontrollable shivers. He continued to thrust his fingers, sucking and licking her, driving her orgasm on until she couldn’t stand it anymore and she tried to push him away.

  “Too good,” she panted between breaths, “It feels too good. Stop…please.” Lifting his head, he studied her, his lips glistening with her juices, his eyes full of smoldering heat. “You really want me to stop?” His shoulders were so broad he obliterated everything else and all she saw was him. Reaching out, she touched his chest, marveling at the strength she felt there, the firm muscles quivering beneath her fingertips as she stroked him. The faintest tangle of dark hair grew in the center of his chest and she touched it. He shivered.

  She smiled. “What I really want is you inside me.” Without another word he positioned her, wrapping his big hands around her legs, adjusting her just so. The tip of his cock brushed against the very center of her, and she watched with fascination as he wrapped his fingers around the base and drew it up and down through her folds.

  A fresh gush of wetness flowed from her at the delicious sensation. He wa
s one giant tease of a man and oh, God, he did it so very well.

  “What are you waiting for?” She sounded as if she was in absolute agony and perhaps she was. The man was clearly a master at driving a woman wild.

  “Don’t you like it?” He seemed to speak through gritted teeth.

  She moaned when he touched her clit with the tip of his cock. “I like it so much it’s making me insane.”

  He pushed inside her slowly, inch by excruciating inch until he completely filled her. He was large, thick and she lay there unmoving, savoring the feeling of him buried inside her.

  Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply, fighting off the overwhelming emotion that suddenly threatened to wash over her. It was just casual sex. A moment they’d grabbed because they couldn’t fight the intense chemistry that constantly brewed between them.

  Nothing more. Nothing less.

  So why did it feel like so much more? Why did she feel so connected to this man when she didn’t even know him? It made no sense. She was being foolish.

  Totally, completely foolish…

  Chapter Five

  “You’re glowing.”

  Lanie glanced up and found Aimee studying her with narrowed eyes. Cheeks warm, Lanie resumed her perusal of next month’s shift schedule that had just been released. “It’s warm today don’t you think?”

  “That’s not the reason you’re glowing, and you know it.” Aimee paused, the air growing heavy between them. “Rumors are spreading that you were with Wes last night.” Mouth dropping open, Lanie stared at her friend. She’d been at work for maybe thirty minutes and already everyone knew her business? “You have got to be kidding me.” Disbelief coursed through her. How could anyone have found out unless Wes himself spread them…

  “Ha!” Aimee pointed a finger at her, a knowing smile curling her lips. “Gotcha.” Lanie frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “I lied. There were no rumors. I had a hunch you ended up going home with him and I was right.” The satisfied expression on Aimee’s face was almost too much. “I can’t believe you. Didn’t we just talk about him? Didn’t you say he wasn’t your type?