Good Karma (45 page)

“I didn’t mind.” She felt like a lamb caught
in a wolf’s sights, only she wasn’t scared.

“Don’t worry, we have all weekend to play.”
He bent, kissed her, then stood and turned for the door. “I’m
almost finished downstairs, but don’t rush. Take your time. I’ll be
waiting when you’re done.” He stepped out, quietly closed the door
behind him, and left her with her wine, her hot bath, and a warmth
in her lower belly that had nothing to do with the water’s
temperature and everything to do with the lingering burn of his
touch.

* * *

It took Mark five more minutes to finish in
the kitchen, then he shut off the light and went back upstairs. The
bathroom door was still closed, and he heard the quiet burbling of
water as Karma shifted in her bath.

She had looked surprised and pleased when she
saw the setup he had prepared, but he wanted tonight to be special.
Giving her that little taste of luxury was the least he could
do.

He turned on some light jazz through his
computer and changed into a pair of light blue pajama pants and a
white T-shirt. His semi-erection tented the cotton pants, but there
was nothing he could do about that. He had been in an aroused state
the better part of the day from all the teasing and flirty
texts.

He left on the dim desk lamp and pulled back
the satin comforter to reveal matching burgundy sheets. He’d bought
them especially for tonight. There was nothing quite like making
love on satin sheets, and Karma’s pale skin would look beautiful
against the dark red shade.

Once everything was ready, he climbed into
bed, propped himself against the wall of pillows against the
headboard, and let the sounds of Chris Botti’s trumpet carry him
away as he waited.

* * *

Karma looked at her reflection in the mirror.
She didn’t fill the bust of the lacy baby-doll as well as the model
on the Yandy website, but she still looked good.

Her pale nipples were barely discernible
above the opaque swath of satin that covered the lower half of her
breasts under sheer lace. The gathered skirt hit just below her
hips, barely covering the G-string she wore underneath. The
delicate lace eyelets that extended six inches up the skirt, as
well as the tight gathers from the waist, helped conceal enough to
ease her nerves a little.

Deep breath. She was ready for this. She
wanted it. After tonight, there would be no going back.
Good-bye, little lamb.

She placed her hand on the doorknob, took one
more deep breath, and opened the door.

* * *

Mark opened his eyes…and promptly forgot how
to speak.

If he had thought Karma looked like an angel
before, she epitomized the definition now. Dressed in white and
backlit from the candlelight in the bathroom, all she needed was a
pair of wings and a halo. Her silhouette under the gauzy film of
fabric was an erotic shadow of sex appeal that lit his soul on
fire, and his gaze devoured her inch by slow inch, from her pretty
face all the way down to the sexy pink tips of her toes.

Speechless, he turned and sat on the edge of
the bed, his feet on the floor. She shifted her weight and curled
the toes of her right foot over the top of her left.

“Is it okay?” she said.

Finding his voice, Mark licked his lips and
nodded. “It’s very okay.”

When had he ever seen anything sexier? White.
Good choice. The color of innocence. It was perfect for her. Any
other color would have been a sacrilege. At least at this point.
Later, when they had spent more time together, he would like to see
her in something red, or maybe black, but right now, white was
perfect, especially given the style of the almost Victorian-looking
chemise. She looked ready for the cover of a historical romance
novel.

“Come here,” he said, unable to make eye
contact as he stared at her outfit…or, rather, her lack of one.

She did as he requested and walked
tentatively toward him then stopped less than a foot away. “Do you
like it?”

His hands disappeared under the hem, and he
skimmed the tips of his fingers up the backs of her thighs to the
lower curve of her bottom. “Yes, I like it very much.” He smoothed
his palms over the bare cheeks of her ass.

Her plump lips parted and a soft breath
escaped.

“I underestimated you,” he said, grinning. “I
didn’t expect this.” Her smooth skin warmed his palms, and the
firmness of her rump boosted his erection.

“I hoped you would like it.”

“I do.” He drove his hands up her back then
down to her ass again. “You’re not uncomfortable?”

Her hands rested on his shoulders as she took
another small step forward. “Not anymore.”

In other words, his reaction had emboldened
her and erased any insecurity she might have felt before she
stepped out of the bathroom. Who would have thought that the woman
in the sexy red dress that had stolen his sense of reason would be
even sexier in a white negligee?

His breath came in shallow draws. He knew
tonight was as much about himself as it was about her. He had tried
to tell himself it wasn’t, but now he knew better. By giving her
pleasure, he gave pleasure to himself.

“You’re beautiful.” He hooked his fingers
inside the strap of her G-string and tugged it down her hips.

Her grip briefly tightened on his shoulders
then loosened.

Slowly, so slowly, he dragged the wisp of
fabric down her legs. “Lift your foot,” he said. She stepped out of
the thong, and he nearly fell to his knees to kiss her lovely feet
but didn’t. Instead, he sat back up and pulled her forward so that
his knees were between her thighs. She lowered herself onto his lap
as he pulled off his T-shirt.

“Now what?” she said

“Now I give you a night to remember.” He
wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her with him onto the
bed, ready to deliver on his promise.

Chapter 39

Sex is as
important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one
appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty
of the other.

-Marquis de Sade

Karma had heard people use the term surreal before,
but she had never quite understood what they’d meant. Now she did.
Mark’s mouth lavished her everywhere, and his arms secured her like
a prison she never wanted to escape, and the only word that came to
mind?

Surreal.

Surely, this was happening to someone else,
not her. Or maybe she was dreaming. It certainly felt like a dream.
A very erotic, lifelike, sexual dream. The kind she had been having
more of since meeting Mark. Sometimes she even awoke as she
climaxed. They say that if you die in your dream, you die in real
life. Well, the same could be said of orgasms, because when she
came in her dreams, she often awoke in the throes of orgasm.

Never in a million years had Karma thought
something like this would happen. That a sexy, hot man who could
have any woman he wanted would want her. But here she was, with
Mark, and he seemed to more than want her. The way he held her,
kissed her, looked at her, and the way his hands ranged down to her
butt and squeezed as he moaned appreciatively was proof.

Maybe this was life’s way of repaying her a
karmic debt. For so long, life had given her nothing but hell when
it came to relationships, so now maybe karma was making up for it
by giving her Mark. How funny was that? Karma was paying Karma a
debt. But she would take it from her namesake.

Mark rolled her to her back and settled on
top of her, his erection a thick rod between her legs. He rotated
his hips so that it massaged her in just the right spot, and she
moaned inadvertently, closing her eyes as his lips teased her
neck.

And then he slid lower, dragged his mouth
over the lacy fabric of her nighty, and still lower.

Oh, God! He was going to put his mouth on
her. Down there! She’d never experienced that.

“You smell like vanilla,” he said before
lifting the nighty and kissing her stomach.

Her muscles quivered, and her bottom lip
trembled. The tense anticipation was like a building inferno.

“Mmm,” Mark murmured. “I like that.” He
lightly traced his fingertips over her stomach, making her quiver
again. “I like how you respond to me.”

Karma moaned as his touch danced over her
stomach yet again. Her fingers twisted into the satin sheets, and
she squirmed beneath him.

A dark, shallow chuckle bubbled out of his
throat as he continued his journey south, trailing the tip of his
tongue down one side of her torso then the other. Lower and lower.
Sensual, full-lipped kisses dotted her hips, across her belly, down
the tops of her thighs, up again to the juncture where her body and
legs met.

She almost couldn’t breathe, lost to the
spiraling sensations spinning like a tornado in her core, growing
bigger and stronger with each moment, each touch of his mouth. His
hands pressed against her inner thighs and slid up to her hips,
opening her. Karma couldn’t look, couldn’t even keep her eyes open.
If she did, she would come. That’s how close she was. Right there.
On the cusp. And he hadn’t even touched her
there
, yet.

Mark seemed to sense how near she was to
orgasm, but instead of giving it to her, he prolonged the suspense.
He dragged his lips up her inner thighs, lightly licked the
sensitive skin at the creases between legs and body, and let his
warm breath tease her flesh. Ever closer he drew, always to
retreat, making her writhe.

If she didn’t come soon, she would pass out.
The sensory onslaught was almost unbearable. She had been without
him and without release all week, and she had been in an aroused
state every day, especially today. She needed an orgasm. And she
needed Mark to give it to her.

“Mark, please…” she whispered, her voice
shaky. She licked her lips and dared to glance down her body.

He was watching her, and the moment their
eyes met, his tongue flicked her clit.

Her body lit up like a torch, and a tight,
high-pitched groan bit out from her throat as she threw her head
back on the pillow. In an instant, he closed his mouth over her
clit and swirled his tongue around and around, not too fast, not
too slow, but oh-holy-hell just fucking right!

Without thinking, she clamped her hands on
his head, buried her fingers in his hair, held him in place as she
rotated her hips against his mouth. Instinct had taken over. She
lost conscious control of her body and succumbed to whatever it
wanted. The pressure in her lower belly quickly built. She was
going to come. Any second, it was happening…right now!

“Mark!” Her back arched violently off the bed
as she came. Every muscle shuddered and pure pleasure ripped
through her body.

She was lost to euphoria. Her first orgasm
with a man’s mouth on her. And it was better than any she had ever
given herself. Within seconds, she began laughing then crying, and
then Mark was beside her. He scooped her into his arms and cradled
her against his body as if he knew she was going through an
emotional cleanse and simply needed to be held.

Her body still sang with pleasure even as she
continued to cry. Her orgasm still echoed and pulsed inside her,
and she couldn’t get close enough to him, even though he held her
tightly and her arms latched on like they’d been welded to one
another.

Closer. She needed more. He was too far away
even though he was right there, holding her, pressed against
her.

“Reach into the nightstand and grab a condom,
honey,” he said, rolling with her toward the nightstand so she was
on top of him

Yes, yes. That was what she needed. Him
inside her. Now!

She wiped tears off her cheeks then yanked
the drawer open and reached inside. Her hand landed on a book and
she searched farther toward the right. Nothing.

“On the left,” he whispered, caressing her
back. His voice held an edge of urgency.

She found the box and managed to open it
one-handed, tearing the thin cardboard. She dug out a condom and
practically threw it into his hand.

“Lift up for me,” he said, tearing the packet
open. She did, then his hands were between her legs, and she felt
his erection tap against her inner thigh then against her overly
stimulated clit as he put on the condom.

She looked over her shoulder at his legs. At
some point, Mark had taken off his pants, but she had been so
caught up in what he’d been doing that she hadn’t noticed.

Then he flipped her to her back. She bounced
on the mattress as he surged on top of her.

Yes, more! Now!

For over a month, she had waited for this day
to come. They had teased about it, talked about it, even come close
to doing it a couple of times. There were no more secrets keeping
them apart, no dads to walk in and interrupt them. It was just her
and Mark, and with the sensations of the orgasm he had just given
her still ricocheting like unfinished business through her body,
she was ready for the moment to finally happen.

“Make love to me,” she said, gripping his
shoulders.

“Oh, I plan on it.” He found her lips with
his and scorched her with a volcanic kiss. Mark had never kissed
her with such primal fury. It was like a promise that declared he
was about to rock her world in a way it had never been rocked, and
she had better get ready.

The hard length of him slid forward and back,
up and down against her, teasing, making her ache, filling her
belly with viscous warmth that trickled numb tingles up her thighs
and into her center.

Forever. The pleasurable ride seemed to last
forever, driving her stark raving mad. She couldn’t hold still. Her
legs brushed up and down, her hips drove against him, seeking him,
wanting him inside.