Amaury's Hellion (17 page)

The moment they both sat in the car, he stepped on the gas and shot into the street. He was reeling. She’d manipulated him, pushed his buttons. The little vixen had made him jealous! Him, the man who couldn’t care less about women unless it was to scratch an itch.

A warm hand slipped onto his thigh, and he let out a low growl. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

Nina leaned into him, which wasn’t difficult considering how small the inside of his Porsche Carrera was. “Neither do you.”

Her hand travelled higher up his thigh, playing havoc with his concentration. He sped up and ran a red light. Angry honking behind him followed, but he ignored it.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” His warning seemed to go right over her head, as her palm suddenly cupped the bulge in his pants. Had there been any space in the car, he would have leapt out of his seat, but alas, all he could do was let out a frustrated moan. “Are you trying to make me crash the car?”

“I just want to make sure you won’t change your mind again.”

Amaury shot her a sideways glance. “I can make you a promise right now. You won’t get away from me until I’ve fucked you every which way I can think of, and then some. And then I’ll do it all over again, because you’ll beg me to.”

He didn’t care that he sounded arrogant. He didn’t care about anything at this point. All he wanted was to be inside her. Only then would he be able to think clearly again. Right, that was what he needed. He was sure afterwards things would go back to normal for him.

Her warm palm squeezed his erection as if in agreement, and he let out a stifled groan.

“Damn it, Nina, can’t you wait two minutes?”

“Drive faster if you don’t want to get arrested for getting a blow job in the car.”

His foot pressed the gas pedal in desperation, while he felt her nudging open the zipper of his pants. A block before his building her hand reached in to pull out his cock. He hit the garage door opener and increased the speed, gritting his teeth.

The Porsche shot into the large private garage with not a second to spare, the garage door already closing behind them. The instant he came to a stop and killed the engine, he pulled her hand off and yanked her toward him.

“You know what happens to naughty girls?”

Nina looked almost innocent when she shook her short blonde curls, tickling his face with them. Her intoxicating scent wrapped around him. “No.”

“They’ll end up with real bad boys.”

“Like you?” A flicker of excitement illuminated her eyes.

“Like me.” She had no idea what she was getting into and neither did he.

“Are you still angry with me?”

“Yes.” But he would redirect his anger and turn it into passion instead.

“Do you want to spank me again?”

He raised an eyebrow.  She sounded just a little too eager. What the hell had he started?  What if he couldn’t handle her? Or was she just what he needed? “I’ll think about it.”

Amaury gazed at her red lips which beckoned for a kiss. “Let’s go upstairs. This car is not conducive for what I have in mind.” Because one kiss would lead to much more, and he sure couldn’t move in the damn car.

When he got out of the Porsche, he realized his cock was still peeking out of his pants. A cool breeze blew against his flesh. But he didn’t bother adjusting himself. The garage was private and the elevator he had built in led directly into his apartment. None of the tenants had access to it.

As soon as he’d pulled Nina into the elevator and pushed the button to the top floor, he pressed her flat against the wall and sank his hungry lips onto hers.

He meant it when he’d said he wouldn’t let her go until he’d thoroughly fucked her. And he wasn’t going to waste another damn minute. The elevator was as good a place to start as any. The housekeeper had come by the day before, so he knew even the floor of the elevator was spotless, just in case he would decide to make use of it. Maybe he would.

Amaury crushed her lips with his and dipped into her delicious mouth, searching out her talented tongue. Her response was hard and determined, drawing him into her tantalizing depths. Inviting him, pulling him in, then withdrawing so he would come after her. Playing not hard to get, but hard to keep. A challenge he only too gladly accepted.

He released a sigh and forged deeper, barely able to breathe, yet unable to stop the kiss. She tasted too sweet, too innocent, when he knew she wasn’t innocent, not by a long shot. Not the way she’d taken his cock into her mouth the night before or the way she kissed him now.

Nina’s hands eagerly tugged at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders with ease. She seemed to like undressing him, and he welcomed it since his body was heating up fast. The eight-by-four-foot space would turn into a sauna shortly, given the body heat they were generating. Just as well, since he was planning on stripping her naked in seconds.

Amaury liberated her from the leather jacket she still wore, dropping it unceremoniously onto the clean floor. She wore a t-shirt underneath. When he pulled her against his chest, he felt her soft breasts mold to him without a bra impeding them. He appreciated the simplicity of her clothing, her no-frills style.

His hand found its way underneath her shirt, instantly relishing the softness and warmth of her skin. He let the moment sink in, enjoyed the first contact of skin on skin, before he allowed himself to move upwards, where her twin globes beckoned to be attended to.

His fingertips reached her first, touched the underside of her breast, then slid further north, searching and then finding the hardened little bud which already stood erect as if greeting his arrival. So he returned the gesture by stroking his thumb over it, applying just enough pressure to elicit a soft moan from its owner. A moan he’d anticipated and now captured with his hungry mouth. A moan which now reverberated through his body, awakening cells long dormant, sensations long forgotten.

“Somebody will see us,” Nina whispered against his lips. He curled the ends of his mouth upwards. Her concern was unwarranted, but she couldn’t know that, and he wouldn’t tell her. She seemed like the kind of woman who would like the added risk of being discovered. And he wanted her just as horny as he was right now.

“So what? I promise you, I won’t let anybody join in.” Not that he had any objections to threesomes, but when it came to Nina he didn’t want to share her. This was just between the two of them. Private. Intimate.

He pushed her t-shirt up. “Take it off, Nina.”

“Make me.”

She wanted to play? He growled low and dark, then tugged at it with his teeth. One pull and the shirt ripped, gaping open in the middle.

“You’re bad.” Her voice was breathless, but not accusing.

“I haven’t started yet.”

Amaury reached for her beautiful round breasts, taking them into his hands, letting their weight be supported by his palms. As he squeezed lightly, he saw her lashes drop to half mast, partially hiding the desire in her eyes. Her gaze locked with his. Again he kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, and she reacted by pulling her lower lip between her teeth.

His cock tilted toward her, and he did himself a favor and pressed his loins against her sex. She answered by slinging her arms around his neck and pulling his face to her.

“Kiss me like you mean it.” It was her demand, not his. Her wish, her choice.

Amaury’s hand snaked around her back, while the other one slid to the back of her neck. He took her mouth hard and without mercy, forcing her lips open, driving his tongue into her like the spear of an ancient warrior, and he conquered. There was no resistance. She was his.

With one hand he jerked the button to her jeans open, then pulled the zipper down. Like a mirror image she did the same to him. He needed both his hands to nudge her tight jeans down her hips.

“Help me.”

Her hands joined in, and seconds later her pants fell to the ground. His own followed moments later and were instantly followed by his shirt and the torn rags which used to be her t-shirt. He didn’t have the patience to let her take off her panties, so he ripped them off her. He’d buy her new ones. Actually, on second thought, he would make sure she’d never again wear any underwear.

Naked they stood in front of each other. The elevator had long since stopped on the top floor, but the door hadn’t opened. It would only do so if he used his key which was buried somewhere in the pile of clothes on the floor.

Amaury’s gaze swept over her nude form. She was a real blonde, evidenced by the soft blond curls guarding her sex. Without a word he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her thatch of hair, taking in her scent. His tongue darted out, taking its first taste. One lap was confirmation enough that he’d be lost. Her juices coated his tongue and spread in his mouth. His nostrils flared, his fangs itched. She was more delicious than any dish he remembered from the time when he was human. And tastier than any blood he’d ever tasted, except for hers. He let out a deep sigh and dug his hands into her backside to pull her closer to him.

Nina’s breathing appeared more uneven now, and his sensitive hearing picked up her rapid heartbeat. He looked up and found her watching him.

“Come down here.” He pulled her to the floor with him and placed her flat down before him, spreading her over the clothes. With deliberate movements he opened her legs and let his eyes devour her where his mouth would follow.

Her pink folds glistened with her desire, teasing his senses. Amaury sank his mouth onto her and explored her most intimate center. He realized instantly that he’d been wrong—his life would never go back to normal again, not after a night of passion in her arms.

Fifteen

Nina watched Amaury’s head dip between her legs, his dark mane obscuring his face. But she had caught a glimpse of his eyes just before she felt his mouth on her. Unbridled lust was edged into them. She’d never seen a man so determined.

God help her if somebody came into the elevator now, for she was certain nothing would distract him from his task, and she’d never felt so vulnerable in her entire life. And so intent on allowing him anything he wanted as long as it meant he would pleasure her.

She was surprised by the gentleness with which this big man, this powerful vampire, worshipped her body. She hadn’t expected the kind of finesse his tongue was exerting on her, not from him who could have easily crushed her with his weight.

But the way his tongue lapped against her eager petals was almost reverent. His movements were so slow, so mindful as if he was committing every detail to memory. Like a cartographer who drew a map of a newly discovered continent so he could find his way back.

Amaury murmured something against her skin which she couldn’t understand. But the reverberations echoed within her body, sending shivers through her cells. Nina arched her hips to force him to increase the pressure on her sensitive organ.

His response was a greedy moan. “Patience,” was all he said before the tip of his tongue sparred with the sensitive peak of her desire. He circled it like a warrior a wagon, then snatched the engorged nub between his lips and tugged. Like a lightning bolt the delicious sensation shot through her.

A desperate moan escaped her lips. “Oh, Amaury, oh, God!” Her reaction seemed to spur him on, give him new purpose. Again he lapped over her sensitive clit, tantalizing her even more when it was but a ghost of a touch. She needed more.

Nina shoved her hands into his hair and pulled his face from her sex. His blue eyes punctuated hers. “Harder!”

He shook his head, a wicked grin forming on his lips. Was he going to leave her frustrated once more? Was he playing with her again? She’d kill him if he did.

“I don’t want this to be over so soon. You taste too good.”

She breathed a sigh of relief when she read his desire not only in his words but also in his eyes. His mouth dropped back to her moist center, but this time he spread her legs wider and parted her folds with his fingers. His tongue a spear, he drove into her, and she welcomed him.

His hot breath fired her center like the inside of a boiler. And then he added more fuel. Was he intent on this boiler to explode?

She felt his finger invade her, and he withdrew his tongue to allow it to travel back to her neglected little nub. With determined strokes he coaxed it back to attention.

Nina had never been with a man who was this talented and this determined to please her. Her sexual encounters had mostly been means to an end, payment for something, or just plain escapism. And many times utterly unsatisfying, at least for her. The men generally got what they came for. But nobody had really ever cared that much about whether she found her own release. So, she’d always found it easier to fake it. And besides, she’d never felt safe enough with anybody to really let herself go.

Yet Amaury seemed intent on showing her that a man could be selfless enough to make a woman feel good. At least for a little while.

“Why?”

When he suddenly looked up at her, she realized she’d spoken out loud. “Why what?”

“This.”

He seemed to understand instantly. “Because you need this. And because I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than make you come with my mouth.”

Hearing his plain words, something constricted in her belly, sending a wave akin to an electrical shock through her body. Hot and pleasant. Was it the knowledge that he wanted to do this which created this excitement? Or was it simply the way he’d said it: as if it was the only answer possible?

Before she could say anything else, his tongue was back, lapping at her moist folds, parting them, probing, teasing. A vampire’s fangs were right where she was most vulnerable, yet her defenses didn’t kick in. No warning came that should have told her not to allow him what he was doing. And at the same time she didn’t feel the usual twinge of fear, nor the adrenaline shoot through her veins alerting her to danger.

Because right now he seemed to be just a man in lust, not a vampire, not a fighter. She could let go. He would catch her, Amaury, the man.

“Yes, Amaury.” She spoke more to herself than to him, telling her body that he was safe, that being with him was good.