Rescue Me (3 page)

Chapter Three

"It's not much, but at least it's clean."

Seth stood back and let Maya enter the hotel room ahead of him.
 
He held his breath as she hesitated again. Up
until the second she took a tentative step forward and crossed the threshold,
he couldn’t be sure she wasn’t gonna bolt.

She stopped in the center of the room, threw her bag on the bed and
turned to face him.
 
"I can only
apologize, Seth.
 
I know I told
production to keep the costs tight, but the studio can afford to provide better
accommodations than this."

Seth stepped through the door and closed it behind him, happy to let her,
if she needed to, distract herself from what they both knew was about to
happen. "If you saw some of the places I've had to sleep, you wouldn’t be
so worried.
 
This is more than good
enough for me."

Some of the tension eased out of her shoulders, and she sent him a small
smile, holding his gaze only for a second before her eyes began to drift over
him again. His groin tightened at the almost certain knowledge that she was as
hot for him as he was for her. He doubted very much that Maya did this kind of
thing frequently.
 
In fact, he'd bet his
ranch on the fact that she'd never before felt the kind of insane chemistry
that had been sizzling between them since they'd laid eyes on each other
earlier.
 
Seth both thanked and cursed
the fact that he was only in town for one more night. Part of him sensed it was
the only reason she hadn't rejected is advances outright.
 
No matter what happened, she knew there could
be no strings, no complications.
 
Just
the way Seth sensed she liked it.
 
But as
he watched her waiting for him to close the distance between them, he was
plagued by an unnerving sensation that one night of this woman would never be
enough.
 

He'd lost his virginity a very long time ago, but Seth suddenly felt
nervous and inexperienced.
 
Being around
Maya was doing strange things to his head, and if she didn't kiss him soon, he
might have to beg her to put him out of his misery.
 

He took a step forward, then another, until there were only inches
separating them.
 
She would have to meet
him halfway this time. He couldn’t take another rejection like the one she'd
served him in the bar.
 
Just when he
thought she'd melt into him and press those sinful lips of hers against his,
she’d pulled away. Maya had taken one more sip of her drink and then hid her
gaze and whispered to him that maybe they should continue their conversation
somewhere a little less public.
 

Coming to his hotel room had been her suggestion, but Seth hadn't taken
it as a compliment once he realized she obviously didn’t want him invading her
territory.
 
The idea that she might still
think of him as than no more than a slab of beefcake pissed him off for a
moment, but then he grinned and let it go. She could think of him however the
hell she wanted to as long as she let him get his hands on her hot little
body.
 
He'd be able to live with himself
in the morning.

But Maya didn't move.
 
She sucked
her lip between her teeth and stared at him with those bottomless chocolate
eyes of hers. Any thoughts of protecting his ego fled as Seth watched her
squirm under his gaze.
 
He made her
nervous, and he was sure it had nothing to do with the fact his size dwarfed
her.
 
Seth knew he'd do anything to
re-ignite the sultry heat he'd seen in her eyes earlier, and he reached up to
pull off his hat so he could drag her to him and kiss her until she couldn’t
think straight enough to be nervous, but then she moved.

"Leave it on," she whispered, grabbing his wrist with her hand
to stop him removing his Stetson, her voice the kind of husky groan he'd only
ever heard before in his dirtiest fantasies.

"Whatever you say, Ma'am."
 
Seth grinned
when she rolled her gaze heavenward and gave a little laugh.
 
He wasn’t too proud to play on the fact he
was a cowboy, especially when it made Maya look at him the way she was right
that very second.

Now he had her within reach, he had no intention of giving her nerves
time to get a hold of her again, and he clasped her hands in his and yanked her
hard against him.
 
Maya gasped as her
head fell back, and Seth stared down at her open, moist mouth for only a
second, until the need to claim her lips had him bringing his head down to
hers.

If he'd been in any doubt about the chemistry between them, it
disappeared the second his mouth found hers.
 
Maya gave a soft sigh as her lips parted a little more, and Seth
swallowed it greedily, groaning deep in the back of his throat as she grabbed a
handful of his hair and pulled him closer.
 
The tip of her tongue grazed over his, and a hard pulse of arousal
surged through his cock at the promise in her hot caress.

His hands drifted up her back, finding the curtain of dark hair that had
been simply pretty earlier when it was straight, but was now the sexiest mass
of glossy black waves. The scent of orchids assaulted him again, and he knew
that any time he smelled them in the years to come, he would think of this
night with her.

Jesus! Man up, Coulter!

 
Seth damped down a surge of male pride.
 
The gorgeous woman in his arms was, at that
very moment, slipping her soft hands inside the waistband of his jeans, and he
doubted very much that she was getting swept away by such romantic thoughts.
 
Maya's nails raked over the skin of his ass
as her teeth nibbled on his bottom lip, dragging his focus back to what she was
doing.
 
Her hands slipped out of his
clothes, and she began to fumble with the buckle of his belt.

"Get these off," she groaned against his mouth, tugging at the
belt she was having trouble with.
 

The confidence in her touch both turned him on and taunted him.
 
So, Maya thought she was gonna be the boss in
the bedroom the same way she was at the studio?
 
Well, it was time he disabused her of that idea.
 
Seth chuckled against her mouth and pulled
away.

"So the thought of me standing here in nothing
but my hat and a smile makes you hot, is that it?"

Maya looked stunned at his question, but then she smiled and cocked a
suggestive eyebrow.
 
"You say that
like it's a bad thing."

"There's not a damned thing wrong with that idea.
 
And I'm happy to oblige, but—", Seth
grinned at Maya's puzzled look, and he hooked his finger into the waistband of
her slacks to flip open the button. "You gotta get naked first."

A flash of irritation, a glimmer of nerves, and then a spark of heat
passed through her gaze in the following seconds, and Seth knew which one she'd
settled for when she took another step back and tore down her zipper.
 
His cock throbbed in response to the sight of
her taut abdomen and a scrap of black lace peeking through her fly.
 
Maya slid her hands over her outer thighs,
pushing the linen pants down her endless, toned legs and kicking them off.
 
Seth sent up a prayer of silent thanks when
she picked up her discarded slacks and turned to place them on the bed. The
urge to get his hands on her peach shaped ass almost drove him crazy as she
kept her back to him and wriggled out of her T-shirt. Finally she turned, and
Seth was pretty sure he groaned aloud.

"Your turn," she said, hands on hips, dragging his attention
away from her body.

Seth laughed. Or at least he tried to. He was having trouble forcing the
sound through his constricted throat.
 
"Uh-uh … you ain't naked yet."

"This is as far as I'm going on my own, Cowboy."
 
She walked towards him, but, just when he
expected her to wrap her arms around his
neck,
she
placed her palms against his chest and shoved him up against the wall.
 
His hat fell off, but neither of them seemed
to care about it anymore.
 
Seth held his
hands at his sides, his palms itching with the urge to touch her but his brain
telling him to hold still until she got his pants open. This time, she tugged
on the belt so hard, his body jerked away from the wall. Maya groaned as the
belt gave way, and her gaze flew up to meet his as she thrust her hands into
his jeans and grabbed his cock without hesitation.
 
Her nails scratched his torso as she dragged
his T-shirt up to his neck, and her hot mouth latched on to his nipple, sending
another searing pulse of arousal through him.

She'd turned the tables on him again. Once more, Maya was setting the
pace, and Seth was at her mercy.
 
He
should protest, and, after a little bit more of what she was doing right now,
he would.
 
But damned
if he could find the motivation to move while she was pulling on his dick and
pressing her hot little body into his.

Her thumb circled the head of his penis, swirling around the engorged
tip and near sending him into heart stopping spasms.
 
His head smacked into the wall as he jerked
under her touch, and he had to grab at her wrist to stop her
torture
 
before
he came in her hand like some
inexperienced kid.
 
Maya chuckled against
his torso, and another surge of male pride broke the last of Seth's patience.

"My turn," he said, his words the only warning Maya got before
he picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and turned to press her
into the wall.
 
Holding her arms above
her head with one hand, he used the other to tug her bra up over her breasts to
finally,
finally,
expose her body to
him. Her shiny dark nipples quivered in anticipation of his touch, and he
didn't wait to suck one into his mouth and gently graze it with his teeth.
 
Maya strained against the hand holding hers
against the wall, but he wouldn't let her go.
 
He couldn't, not if he wanted to ensure she came before he did.

Seth pulled away to look down at the place where Maya's thighs were
clamped around his waist.
 
She writhed
under his gaze, a tremble racing over her flesh as she waited for him to touch
her.
 
Seth ran a fingertip across the top
of her panties and hesitated only long enough to wonder if she'd be pissed if
he tore them off, before he did just that.
 
Hooking a finger through the thin scrap of elastic at her hip, he
twisted the fabric once, twice … then gave it a yank.
 
The lace tore like paper and was no match for
his desire to see what it was hiding from his eyes.
 
He threw the torn panties to the ground, his
attention already fixed on the moist, gleaming flesh of Maya's pussy.
 
She gasped and writhed again, and he looked
up to find her staring down at her own body through slit eyelids, her teeth
biting into her bottom lip and her breath coming in frustrated bursts.

The urge to watch his finger slide into her moist heat warred with the
need to see her reaction to it.
 
Seth's
gaze lingered on her face, and he studied her intently as he put the tip of his
finger at the entrance of her pussy and grazed his thumb over her clit.
 
Maya jerked forward, taking more of his
finger than he'd intended to give her and grinding down on his palm.

"Fuck, Seth!"
 
She
shuddered around his hand, and this time, it was
her
head that banged into the wall as she slumped against it when
he withdrew his finger then surged into her again.

Her moist heat closed around him, her pussy clenching at his finger as
her juices oozed into his palm. The urge to taste her became almost
overwhelming, but he didn't want to stop what he was doing until he'd made her
come, maybe more than once. He told her so.

A sudden burst of electronic music coming from the bed behind him made
Seth jump.
 
He
half-turned towards it before realizing that it was just her phone and it could
wait.
But Maya had other ideas.

"Got … got to answer it," she said, her voice a hoarse
whisper, her body still trembling around his hand.
 
"It's my boss."

Seth stopped moving.
 
"How in
the hell do you know that?"

"I gave him his own ringtone so I'd know whether the call was
important or not."

"You sure you want me to stop?"
 
Seth gave her another gentle thrust.
 
Maya's shuddering reaction to his touch told
him she didn't want him to stop at all, but she nodded anyway.
 

He watched her expression again as he slipped his finger out of her, and
they both groaned.
 
Seth put Maya on the
ground and turned away, too hot to be able to tolerate watching her sexy little
ass sway across the room as she moved away from him.