Discover Me (10 page)

“Let me clear a table,
hun
, and I’ll seat
you.” Every word was hurried as she bustled away.

“Take your time.” She said to the air.

Kat knew she should just leave and she convinced herself that this was
just an opportunity to refuel before she started walking. She obviously wasn’t
going to find him here and, if he hadn’t shown back up by now, he wasn’t going
to.
 
Just thinking about how she was
behaving made her irritated with herself.
 
She left town to avoid being this girl.
 
That was enough to spurn her into
leaving right them.

In her haste to depart, she plowed right into a hard body, dropping
her backpack to the linoleum floor.
 
Hands landed on her hips to steady her,
feeling far to possessive for her tastes. She raised her eyes to off an
apology.

“Excuse me. I’m —”

Her words died in her throat as she looked up into the eyes of the man
who’d been plaguing her dreams. She felt herself leaning into him, pressing her
body against his, absorbing his heat and swimming in his eyes. The corner of
his too full lips quirked up in that smile that did things to her insides.

“Kitty Kat.” He murmured, his strong arms pulling her closer. “Are you
leaving already?”

She opened her mouth ready to tell him to get away, to tell him she
was leaving, but no sound came out.
 
Her mind was too hung up on her breasts
against his chest and his spicy smell. Finally, she was able to push words past
the lump in her throat. “I . . . I’m just going to get some fresh air.”

His smile spread across his whole face, brightening it. Before she
could do anything else, the waitress returned signaling that a table was ready.
Ian stooped to pick up her bag and turned her around. A firm hand at her back
was all he needed to lead Kat to the empty booth. She sat with a plop and
watched as Ian sweet-talked the harried waitress into bringing us some coffee
and a pastry.

He turned to her when the waitress moved away; his eyes were liquid as
they took her in. Kat licked her lips, gratified when he followed the
movement.
 
She wasn’t alone in her
attraction. And just like that, she was contemplating being bad with him.

“Enjoying Monroeville?”

Ian’s quiet question startled her. For some reason that’s not what she
thought he was going to say next. Glancing away, she trained her gaze on the
busy counter, searching for the right response. The man had her thinking sex
since the moment she met him, and Kat was finding it difficult to switch of
that train of thought.

“It’s not been too bad.” She shrugged proud of how cool she sounded.

Something had her moving her eyes to meet his, the swish of his
clothes, the slight cough. She wasn’t sure what, but she looked at him. There
was a knowing look in his eyes as though he really knew what she was still
doing in the one-stoplight town.
 
That same fire from before still burned.

When he leaned forward, her heart skipped a beat. “Have you found the
hidden secrets yet?” He asked in a low whisper.

She arched a brow at him. “Not yet. So far it’s like any other small
town.”

“Obviously you need someone to show it to you. I bet you’d find
something good then.”

The suggestion in his words and eyes seared her. Desire raced down her
back where it settled between her thighs. Kat felt her heart pick up as she
contemplated what he’d show her. Her nipples hardened against her cotton bra
and she felt an answering wetness low.
 
Shifting on the plastic booth, she sought to relieve the ache, but his
dark eyes only made it worse.
 
She
licked her lips much more deliberately this time, and watched as his eyes
narrowed on her.
 
Would he show her
if she ask him to?

The waitress returned with some strong coffee that she grabbed and
brought to her lips. She needed something to remove the sudden dryness in her
throat. It watched her still and she found the courage to give voice to what
she wanted.

“Are you volunteering to show me those secrets?”

She didn’t know how she got that question out, but it held all that
desire. Her eyes strayed to his lips. What would they feel like sucking at her nipple?
She was ready to beg him to take her; desperation road her the longer she spent
in his presence.

“I want to show you so much, Kitty Kat.”

She sat her cup down and lifted her eyes back to his. “Then show me.”

The way his eyes changed, darkening and narrowing on her, sent a bolt
of arousal through her body.
 
Ian
tossed a few bills down on the table to cover their coffee and pulled her to
her feet.
 
They were out in the
bright light of day and heading to his car.
 
When they were in, Kat tossed her bag in
the back and reached for the hem of her top.

           
“Not
here.” His warm hand stopped her. Disappointment burned through her, but grasped
her chin and turned her face toward him.
 
“Just wait.”

           
His
words appeased her because some part of her trusted him.
 
The car pulled out of the parking lot
and into the thin flow of noonday traffic after that.
 

           
“Have
you been thinking about me?” His hand lifted from the stick shift and landed on
her thigh.

           
“Maybe,”
she replied distracted by the pressure of his hand. It swept up, brushing along
her bare skin before toying with her waistband.
 
Her thighs parted just a millimeter,
just enough to let him know what she wanted.

           
He
skimmed his fingers along the seam of her shorts, just enough to tease her.
“Because I’d be a liar if I told you the thought of tasting you hasn’t been on
my mind for the past three days.”
 

           
“Then
what took you so long to come find me,” Kat blurted out.
 
She was restless and aroused and past
the point of caring how she sounded.
 

           
“I
wasn’t free until today.” Her mouth opened, but his hand cupped her pussy,
pressed and made her lose her mind. She moaned low as her hips tilted forward
that much more.
 
He chuckled softly,
but she couldn’t rouse the necessary anger at him.
 
His hand felt too good as it applied
just the right amount of pressure to her clit. “I’m glad you waited for me,
Kitty Kat.”

           
Her
head fell back on the headrest as he made his way beneath her shorts and
underwear.
 
She had no shame, her
legs splayed wide so he could part her lips. Two thick fingers slid right
inside, and she squeezed her eyes shut, loving the way he felt inside.

           
“I
can’t believe how wet you are.” The awe in his words felt better than his hand
thrusting inside of her.
 
He groaned
under his breath when her muscles gave a squeeze.
 
“I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

           
“Stop
waiting,” she cried.
 
“Please stop.
I need you.”
 

           
He
pulled over, the car juddering as it bumped over the rumble strip.
 
She pushed open the door and shot out of
the car in her eagerness to get to him. Ian met her around the front of the
car, scooping her up and setting her on the hood.
 
She
lay back
unconcerned about being out in the open.

           
Kat
let him yank her shorts and underwear down, bringing her bare skin directly in
contact with warm metal.
 
His eyes
dropped down and she spread her thighs.
 
Her hands reached for the button of his jeans, but he batted her
away.
 
When her hands went for the
bottom of his shirt, he gathered both up and pinned them above her head.

She mumbled in frustration.
 
“I want to touch you.”

He stepped between her thighs,
bringing his denim-covered cock in contact with her pussy. His lips trailed
down her collarbone, mouthing the curve of her breasts before he latched on to
her nipple through the thin tank top. Kat arched, moaning as the fabric of his
jeans grazed her clit.
 
The teasing bit
of his teeth into her engorged flesh made her cry out in pleasure.

“Damn you,” she hissed, her body
writhed beneath his.
 
“Ian, stop
teasing me!”

“Impatient, Kitty Kat.” He yanked
her shirt down, her breasts popped out, and he sucked it deep into his
mouth.
 
He laughed at her
struggling, his determination to torture her evident in how he nibbled at her
breasts and teased her clit with his fingertips.

Pleasure, frustration, and pent up
emotion bubbled in her.
 
It made her
buck, made dirty words she never spoke spill from her lips.
 
The man turned her into this wanting,
nasty woman so easily. And she loved it.

His fingers thrust deep
inside.
 
“Please, please, please,”
she babbled as he set that alternating rhythm of suck, thrust. “Please.”

“Beg me for it.” His breath fanned
across her hot, wet skin. “Beg for my cock.”

“I need it, now. Please. Ian
–“ His mouth cut her off.

Her mouth opened under his hungry
demand. He tasted and felt amazing; the dart of his tongue mimicked his
fingers. The way he worked her, brought her right to the edge, so close her
breath wanted to freeze in her throat.
 
Her muscles fluttered, just on the pinnacle.

“Not yet.” His fingers left her
body, and the quick rustle of clothing and foil filled her ears.
 
“I want to feel you come around me.”

And then he was there.
 
Not easing forward, but spearing her
deep, and stealing her breath. His length seemed to stretch her wide as it sank
into her, setting off shockwaves that raced up her spine and spilled from her
lips.
 
She felt full, unbelievably
full of him.
 
Hooking her legs
around his hips allowed him to slip deeper.
 
She focused on his face; his eyes closed
tight as he seemed to savor the way her body held his.

The tight grip on her wrists
relaxed, and she pulled his face down to hers. This kiss was slow, but full of
the desperate longing they both felt in that moment.

“Shit. You’re so wet, so damn
tight.” He buried his face in her neck, his breath a heaving pant on her
skin.
 
“I just want to stay like
this.”

Kat felt the pulse of him inside of
her and it made her rock against him.
 
She flexed and squeezed until he groaned.
 
That groan made her smile, but her smile
died when the heavy weight of him withdrew and then surged back it.
 
It was glorious, that empty feeling and
the quick rush of him filling her back up felt glorious.

“Yes.” Her hands clenched in his
hair. Tighter every time he withdrew, her fingernails dug into his scalp.
 
He swiveled his hips as he thrust in and
she felt like she was going to explode.
 
The way he drove into her, pushed her into the metal beneath her,
claimed her body so completely did something wild to her.

“Come on, baby.” His teeth grazed
along her neck.
 
“Let me feel you
let go.
 
Let me feel you gripping me
tight.”

Ian’s husky words broke her, sent
her right over the edge.
 
Sightless,
Kat soared as awesome sensations danced along her skin, rippled through her as
she clenched around him.
 
If she
weren’t anchored by the weight of his body, she would have sworn she could fly
away.
 

The steady rhythm he kept fell away
as she continued to crest.
 
His hips
snapped wildly before he froze above her, and with a low groan, came.
 
Even with the condom between them, Kat
gloried in the warmth of him as he let go. She imagined how he’d feel bathing
her with his essence before it slipped down her thighs.
 
That thought had her coming around him
again.

They hung together in that moment,
then he relaxed heavy on top of her.
 
Her senses returned slowly and she looked up at the bright blue sky. It
was almost surreal, but she didn’t feel the usual guilt that dogged her.
 

She turned her head to find him
staring at her, a stark expression on his face.
 
His lashes dropped like dark curtains
over his eyes, hiding his secrets from her.
 
When he opened them again, they were
warm but unreadable.
 
Kat found she
wanted to dive into his eyes and figure out his secrets.