One Night with Sole Regret 05 Tie Me (16 page)

He nuzzled her mound, his breath hot between her thighs, his glorious hair draped over her belly. She parted her legs for him, and he groaned.

“You smell so sexy,” he murmured. His tongue worked its way into her cleft and brushed her swollen clit.

She gasped as pleasure shot down the insides of her thighs, up her spine, all through her pussy, and even deeper inside her.

“So sexy,” he said. “And when I lick you here…” His tongue stroked her clit. “It just gets sexier.”

“Feel free to make it as sexy as possible,” she said.

He chuckled. “I’d hate to become boring because I’m so fixated on tasting you again and again and again.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m not bored with that at all.”

And she doubted she’d ever get bored with the way his mouth moved against her clit, her lips, her opening. She rocked her hips involuntarily as he rapidly brought her to the pinnacle of desire and pushed her over the edge. His fingers slid inside her as she came. Again. She’d lost track of how many times the man’s mouth had sent her flying to nirvana. She clung to the bedspread beneath her as she shook with release.

By the time his lips moved from her clit to brush the inside of her thigh, she was trembling uncontrollably. Her legs had turned to jelly.

He kissed his way back up her body. His fingers, still buried deep, began to move inside her. She recognized the rhythmic rise and fall of his tempo as the cadence of the sea and her song. He suckled her nipple as his fingers drew her back toward her peak. She hadn’t even fully recovered from her last orgasm by the time he had her writhing in ecstasy and begging for more. His thumb brushed her clit. She groaned in torment; her body didn’t know how to find release again. That unbearable feeling of
almost
had her in its clutches and wouldn’t let go.

Kellen shifted his mouth to her other breast, his fingers still plunging into her body in that same maddening rhythm. A finger brushed her back entrance, and she gasped in surprise. His thumb worked her clit again. She could hear how wet she was as he continued to pump his fingers into her body.

“I can’t take much more,” she said.

He bit her nipple, and her hips lifted from the bed.

“You might as well stop fighting it then, because I’m not going to stop until you come.”

“I can’t,” she cried.

“You will.”

He sucked her nipple so hard she felt the pull in her womb, and then his devious mouth worked its way down her torso again. He peppered her mound with tiny nips. It drove her insane, but it was nowhere near as maddening or exciting as the unwavering rhythm of his fingers plunging and withdrawing, plunging and withdrawing. She strained against his hand, needing to come so badly, wanting to, but she just couldn’t. She teetered on the edge for an eternity.

“I should have known you’d be stubborn,” Kellen said.

“I’m trying.”

“That’s the problem, baby. You’re trying. Just feel me, Dawn. Feel my rhythm. Our rhythm. Do you hear it?”

She heard the sounds of flesh moving inside slick flesh. The creak of the bed. Her breathing and his. The pounding of the surf outside her window. She could even hear the pulse throbbing in her ears if she concentrated hard enough.

He placed his lips against her mound and hummed her melody. She exploded like a supernova. Her core tightened as waves of ecstasy ripped through her body. Fluids gushed from her clenching pussy. Stunned, she lifted her head to gape at Kellen, but the pleasure was too intense, so her head dropped back on the bed and she squeezed her eyes shut as she continued to ride the waves of bliss shattering her.

“Fuck, yes,” Kellen said in a sexy growl. His fingers slipped free of her body so he could lick her freely flowing cum like a starving man.

She wasn’t sure when he stopped making out with her pussy or when he turned her onto her belly. She was still recovering from whatever the hell had just happened when she became aware of his strong hands massaging the globes of her ass. Each time he tugged her cheeks apart, her rear opening ached, until she was rubbing her mound against the mattress beneath her, wanting more of him. More. How could she possibly want more?

He shifted so he was suspended over her back. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of her seam. She strained against him. Wanting him inside her.

“Do you like it in your ass, Dawn?” he whispered.

Her heart kicked with the thrill of anxiety mixed with excitement. She’d never done that before. “I don’t know.”

“We’ll have to find out sometime,” he said, taking her from behind, filled her aching pussy with ten inches of rock-hard cock.

“Oh God,” she cried.

He gripped her hipbones and lifted her lower belly slightly off the bed. Her legs were too far apart for her to rise to her knees and when she tried, he pressed her chest back down with a palm in the center of her back.

“Stay where I put you,” he said.

A bit of her temper flared, but it was extinguished when he began to move. He fucked her so hard, she had no choice but to fuck him back. She relished the fullness, the friction, the hint of pain, the explosion of pleasure. God, he was deep. So deep.

“Do you like to be fucked face down, Dawn?” he said.

“Yes. Yes! I’m gonna come again. Kellen.”

She wasn’t just saying that to spur him on. As another astonishingly hard orgasm gripped her, she clung to the bedspread, her mouth wide open since she couldn’t get enough air no matter how hard she panted.

His strokes slowed abruptly. She thought he must have found release too, but she soon realized he was just changing his rhythm.

He trailed his fingers through the sweat that had pooled on her lower back.

“I need to look in your eyes now,” he said. His lips brushed her back, and he pulled out.

She gasped for air, still not able to find her breath. She didn’t have the strength to assist him as he rolled her over.

“You okay?”

“Just… need… to catch… my breath.”

“I like you breathless.”

“I’m gonna pass out.”

“Slow this time. I promise.”

He was inside her again. Taking her slowly. Deeply. Churning his hips to press deeper still. It felt so good. So right.

Yes, Kellen.

Just like that.

Perfect.

He stared into her eyes the entire time; until the candle sputtered out and they were bathed in darkness and he finally allowed himself to let go.

Chapter Nine

Kellen rolled over, cursing the sunlight streaming directly into his face. He reached for a pillow to bury his head under, but his hand found a warm body beside him instead. He smiled and allowed his fingertips the pleasure of stroking the smooth skin along Dawn’s shoulders. If she was aware of his touch, he couldn’t tell. Her soft snores never lost their rhythm, and she didn’t stir even when he scooted closer and placed a kiss on her slender arm. Her body was completely slack, her expression oblivious.

I wore her ass out, he thought proudly. She wouldn’t be forgetting him anytime soon.

He watched her sleep, wondering how the rest of the day would play out. He would have to leave soon so he could make it to Beaumont in time for Sole Regret’s show that evening. Maybe Dawn would like to come with him. He knew she had to finish writing down the song she’d composed the night before so she could meet her deadline, but he hoped she had time to make it to his show. If not, he had another show in New Orleans tomorrow night, and then they had a rare couple of days off before a second show in New Orleans. Surely they could find time to spend together before he had to head to the Northeast for the next leg of the tour.

Now that he’d found her, he didn’t want to spend a moment apart from her. He wasn’t sure she’d feel the same way, but he had to give this a go, see what came of it. He hadn’t felt this way about a woman since… well, never. And he wasn’t going to compare Dawn to Sara anymore. It wasn’t fair to either of them.

Kellen sat up, scrubbing the sleep from his eyes and combing his fingers through his tangled hair. He rolled out of bed and stretched his back, which was a bit sore from making love to Dawn for hours, but he felt more relaxed, more at ease, than he’d felt in years.

He leaned across the bed to place a grateful kiss at the corner of Dawn’s mouth. When she didn’t so much as flutter an eyelid, he decided to grab a quick shower. Once he was clean and alert, he found himself drawn to Dawn’s bedside again. He’d never known anyone to sleep so soundly. He hated to disturb her, but he wanted her awake. He wanted to see the spark of mischief in her hazel eyes and bask in the warmth of her smile. He also wouldn’t mind getting lost in her arms for a couple of hours before he had to leave.

“Dawn,” he whispered close to her ear. “It’s morning.”

She moaned softly, grabbed a pillow, and smashed it over her head in protest.

“Are you going to get up soon?”

“Coffee,” he thought she mumbled beneath the pillow. Or maybe she was just growling at him.

So she wasn’t a morning person. Only unnaturally happy people, like Owen, were morning people. Kellen wondered what Owen would have to say about Kellen’s reawakening. Owen would probably only enthuse about the getting laid part of Kellen’s night. Which had been important, he couldn’t deny it. But there were more important things going on than his departure from abstinence. And he had Dawn to thank for all of it. He had to think something had drawn them together. Some higher power or outside force. How else could he have found exactly who he needed at exactly the right time and exactly the right place? Or maybe he was reading too much into this.

In nothing but a towel, Kellen padded downstairs to fix Dawn a cup of coffee. Maybe he could coax her out of bed with caffeine. While she was beautiful in sleep, he loved to watch her in motion. Or maybe he’d save her a cup of java for later and wake her with tender kisses between her thighs. She seemed to enjoy being on the receiving end as much as he enjoyed delivering. That woman could take a permanent seat on his face and he’d die a happy man. He grinned wickedly at the remembrance of her sweet, addictive flavor.
That
was the true breakfast of champions.

He opened a cabinet, searching for a mug. He found an entire cupboard full of fresh-baked bread—Dawn’s stress outlet. Sheesh. She must have really been having a hard time dealing with her writer’s block. There was enough bread to feed a stadium. Kellen opened another cabinet and found what he was looking for. Mug in hand, he hummed Dawn’s sensual melody under his breath. Amazed by how serene the weather had turned now that the storm was long gone, he glanced out the window. The mug dropped in the sink, shattering on impact.

Next door, Sara’s yellow beach house glowed in the early morning sunshine. Kellen snapped his eyes shut and reared back.
Just don’t look at it
, he told himself. He pivoted away. God, he was shaking. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the crumpled heap of his jeans on the breakfast bar. Sara’s bracelet was no longer in the pocket. It had tumbled out to rest in plain view. Oh God, what had he done?

Kellen’s stomach plummeted, and his heart rate kicked up. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, staring at the leather cuff as if it were accusing him of a crime he knew he’d committed. The walls started closing in. He had to leave. Had to beg for Sara’s forgiveness. Had to repent for his sins against his memory of her.

Had to give up Dawn.

She didn’t deserve to be entangled with someone like him—a man who couldn’t get through a single day without being crippled by guilt and paralyzed by the past. Dawn deserved to be first. And he would never be able to give her that.

He hopped into his jeans, which were still slightly damp and cold against his skin. He jammed the cuff back into his pocket, wishing he could just throw the damned thing in the garbage, but knowing if he did that, he’d be digging through coffee grounds and banana peels to get it back. He needed this, this
torture
, for some inexplicable reason. Why couldn’t he let himself be happy for more than one night?

Kellen knew he couldn’t just dart out the door without any explanation. Dawn might think something had happened to him other than him being too fucked up in the head to take what she so generously offered.

He’d leave her a note. Something short and to the point. No sense in drawing out necessary goodbyes.

He went to the piano, where he knew he’d find paper and a pencil. He also found a discarded dress, bits of rope, and the remnants of candles. He didn’t allow himself to think about the night before. Not the way Dawn had looked when he’d lit that first candle and seen her bound and beautiful. Not the way she’d felt surrounding him when he’d been buried inside her that first time. He didn’t even allow himself to touch the piano keys that had produced a melody capable of freeing him for a few short hours. He went straight for a blank piece of score paper and scrawled a hasty note on the back.

Dear Dawn,

Thank you for an entertaining evening. I had to leave early. I wish you well with your new song. I see an Academy Award in your future. Sorry things couldn’t work out between us. Take care of yourself.

Kelly

He frowned at his signature and covered up the
y
with
e-n
. He didn’t go by Kelly anymore. It was too frivolous a name for a broken, melancholy man.

Kellen propped the note on the music stand over her keyboard, where she’d be sure to see it, bent to collect a short piece of blue rope from the remnants on the floor, and fled the house. He wished he had a way to lock the door behind him; he didn’t like the thought of leaving her there alone with the door unlocked. Maybe he should have woken her before he fled like a coward, but he didn’t think he’d have been able to do the right thing and leave if she’d offered him so much as a smile. A kiss. An embrace.

Fucking stop!

He avoided looking at Sara’s house as he hurried to the rental car parked in its short driveway. He felt that the house was staring at him and its disapproval weighed heavily on the base of his neck.