Sensual Stranger (12 page)

Her lids fluttered at the tingling sensations his touch
created…unexpected and sorely desired. Despite her restrictive position, she
rubbed her body against his, her movements as seductive as a cat’s, enticing
its owner to see to its pleasure.

Immune to her temptation, Zach clamped his free hand on her
waist to keep her captive, her flesh exposed and vulnerable.

Air hissed through Toni’s teeth. She forced down a swallow.

His hand dipped to her cleft.

Mewling, she lifted her buttocks, delivering her body to
him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice intentionally goading,
“show me how much you want this.” He ran his fingers down her puffy, damp seam,
circling her nub, careful not to stroke it.

Forgetting their game, she whined, “What are you doing?
Touch my clit, dammit, give me some fucking peace!”

“Not until I say so.”

Swearing, Toni dug her fingers into his thigh, certain her
grip had to be painful.

It didn’t faze him at all. At his leisure, he explored the
geography of her body…her juicy cunt so ready for his cock…making certain not
to come too close to her most sensitive area. The few times he relented and did
touch her there, he made the contact maddeningly brief.

Desperate for relief, determined to prod him into action,
she snapped, “What’s the matter, Zach? Don’t you know how to pleasure a woman?
Do you need me to tell you how?”

His fingers stalled near her clit. Seconds passed, the
silence growing ominous.

Reluctant to take a breath, Toni waited for the inevitable.

Taking his time, purposely taunting her, Zach removed his
hand from her cleft and stroked her ass gently as though preparing it for what
would soon come, a punishment she needed and desired.

As he traced her tattoo with his fingertips, new expectation
built, driving Toni wild. Chilled air poured from the ceiling vent,
intensifying the vulnerability of her naked ass. She wiggled again.

In response, his palm pressed harder, his voice growing
rough. “Stop squirming.”

“Or what?” Her voice shook, betraying her raw nerves. “I’ll
do whatever the fuck I—”

The solid crack of his palm against her buttocks interrupted
Toni’s careless words. A second later, the accompanying sting registered.

What little breath she had left whooshed out. Her pussy
pulsed.

In a low voice, Zach asked, “Are you going to obey? Have you
had enough?”

Not even close. “No.”

His palm came down again.

She cried, “More.”

He complied, exactly as she wanted and had fantasized about,
virile and commanding. Quick heat radiated from her spanked cheeks. She got
even wetter.

Wrapping his fingers around her forearm, Zach pulled her up
and into him, capturing her mouth.

Submissively, Toni parted her lips, accepting his tongue,
suckling it hard just as she knew he preferred.

Hands on her stinging cheeks, Zach hauled her into his
stiffened rod, as though to show her his masculine power.

She slumped into him, ready for his cock, wanting
everything.

He had other plans. Too quickly, he finished their kiss,
pulling in more air. His hands dropped from her ass. “I want you naked,” he
ordered.

Toni wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t take any
more.

Unwilling to voice any demands he’d surely deny, she
remained chastised—for the moment. On wobbly legs, she stepped away from him,
locking her knees to keep standing. Submissively, she pulled her tank top over
her torso and head, flinging the garment at his feet. Reaching inside her bra,
she pulled out Belle and Lucky’s photo.

Zach’s expression changed. He extended his hand. Toni placed
the photo in his palm. With sweet care, he slipped it inside his jeans front
pocket, then became authoritative once more, lifting his chin, a wordless
command for her to continue.

Unclasping the front of her bra, she allowed the cups to
fall to each side, exposing her breasts.

Cool air licked her areolas, tightening them, hardening the
tips.

Zach stepped closer, his hands going to her biceps. With
great gentleness, he eased the bra straps down her arms. The narrow strips of
satin whispered over her skin, at last falling from her hands to the floor.

Nude, Toni welcomed Zach’s scrutiny, the color rising in his
bristly cheeks, the increasing roughness of his breaths matching her own.

It took all of her will not to sink to her knees and
unfasten his jeans, lowering them to expose his cock so she could press her
face to it, filling herself with his scent prior to taking his full length into
her mouth.

“Turn around,” he said, “I want your ass facing me.”

Toni’s heart missed a beat at the fire in his voice, his
terse command.

Momentarily tamed, she did as he demanded, waiting for his
next move. Would he order her to all fours and tell her to lift her spanked ass
so he could mount her from behind? After taking her vaginally, would he enjoy
her anally too, determined to use her most intimate opening before they even
reached a bed?

He said nothing, nor did he touch her.

Toni felt his gaze sweeping over her shoulders, back, the
indentation of her waist and finally her cheeks, reddened and rosy from her
punishment.

Minutes passed, the silence filled by their labored
breathing. The uneven sounds mingled with the wind brushing against the house
and a clock ticking loudly from one of the rooms.

Never had Toni felt as naked or allowed herself such
vulnerability with a man.

The muscles in her chest tightened, not allowing her a full
breath. Her knees ached from tensing them so tightly.

Her lips parted as Zach rested his hand on her shoulder, his
work-roughened palm hot and dry against her skin.

Toni’s scant breath rushed out in a faint moan as he trailed
his free hand over her ass to her furrow, tracing the curve of her cheek, the
ultra-sensitive skin around her anus, the inside of her thigh.

She sagged into him, her head against his shoulder, her will
fully conquered. Whatever he did, she’d welcome it…she’d beg him for it.

Lips to her ear, he whispered, “Upstairs.”

No. She didn’t want to move away from his heat and strength.
A protest rose to her lips.

“Now,” he ordered.

The low volume of his voice increased its power and the
furious beating of her heart.

Turning her face to his, Toni met his eyes. All too quickly,
she became lost in his gaze, the sight of him making her want things she
shouldn’t. In a raspy voice, she murmured, “Or what?”

In answer, he squeezed her tattooed cheek, the skin still
sensitive from him disciplining her.

Wanting more of it later, needing him inside her now, she
padded up the stairs. A long moment passed. At last, she heard him following,
surely staring at her naked ass, her cheeks bouncing with each step, the furrow
between them separating, perhaps showing him her anus.

Did that excite him as much as it did her?

Given the way he cleared his throat, Toni figured it did and
sensed he liked what he saw. For her, it was enough. She had no illusions about
being beautiful, nor would she allow herself to consider that this was about
anything more than sex.

He found her attractive. He was lonely.

So was she.

For a brief time they’d ease each other’s pain and then move
on to wherever life took them, to whomever they met at the end of that road.

In her mind, Toni saw a glimpse of what her heart wouldn’t
allow. Zach waiting for her in the bedroom, kitchen, pool, giving her his
smile, opening his arms, offering comfort, peace, a future and home.

No. She pushed her crazy thoughts away, refusing to indulge
in a fantasy that had no hope of ever coming true.

They were going to have some serious fun. Hopefully, he’d
remember some of it.

For her, these days would always be in her soul and heart,
the memories soothing those future nights when she was by herself on the road.

Reaching the landing, she paused and looked over, again
waiting for his direction just as she knew he wanted.

Zach’s attention moved from her buttocks to her face. His
expression changed, as though he was seeing her for the first time. Passion was
gone, something else replacing it. A moment of doubt?

Oh hell. He couldn’t stop now. He owed her thirty days. He’d
promised. She didn’t want to be alone so soon. She didn’t want to be without
him.

Before she could reach for his hand, he moved into her.
Toni’s pulse jumped. Her lids sank as he claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply,
his hands roaming over her naked breasts, buttocks, cunt, finally returning to
where they’d been earlier, taking the same journey again. Telling her he didn’t
know where to linger, warning her that he knew what she did…they had so little
time.

Confirming her thoughts, he kissed her frantically, his
actions those of a man who needed to take as much as he could while afforded
the opportunity.

Toni responded without guile and as fully as she could,
molding her body to his, burrowing her fingers into his silky hair.

His passion paused, but he didn’t break away as she’d
feared. His kiss turned exceedingly tender and exploring, his lips caressing
hers, making this intimacy more potent than his previous ardor.

Unexpectedly, tears threatened. Toni squeezed her lids,
denying any sorrow or foolish hope, welcoming only raw physical pleasure.

With her hand between their bodies, she cupped his sac and
cock, running her thumb over the succulent package.

Her touch did exactly what Toni wanted, transforming Zach’s
kiss from tender to demanding, relentless, a shade below brutal.

As though he realized his loss of control, Zach tore his
mouth from hers. With their cheeks pressed together, he panted, his breath
warming her ear, his hands trailing up and down her body.

She snuggled into his embrace, content to remain like this
for as long as he desired.

He allowed them no more than a few seconds. Stepping back,
he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her down the hall.

Toni’s head turned to her bedroom as they passed it. Were
they going to his?

Needing to know, she asked, “Where are we going?”

He stopped just outside the hall bath. “Here.”

Toni looked from the claw-footed tub to him.

His eyes sparkled with pleasure. “I’m going to wash every
part of you and then I’m going to take you in whatever fucking way I please.”

Chapter Eight

Frail threads of steam rose from the water spilling into the
tub. It was scented with lavender bath oil that hadn’t been in here when Toni
showered this morning.

Had Zach left the garage to shop for it, settling on this
scent because he knew she preferred it?

She sensed he had and it made her heart open a little more
at his thoughtfulness, a romantic gesture she’d received from no other man. One
she’d always value.

In a softened voice, she asked, “When are you going to
undress?��

After testing the water’s temperature, he shook his hand,
flinging away beads of moisture, his eyes wandering over her nudity, his voice
distracted by it. “When I’m ready.”

She wondered about his leg. Did the scars trouble him? Did
he worry she’d mind?

Padding to him, Toni rested her palms on his pecs, sighing
at the solid planes of his body, the impressive thrumming of his heart. Eyes on
his, she murmured, “I want to strip you.” Not waiting for his agreement, she
tugged the ends of the tee from his jeans and lifted the soft cotton past his
torso and above his pecs.

He was all firm flesh, golden from the unrelenting Arizona
sun.

Desire shivered through her. It was all Toni could do to
contain her passion and keep from moaning. Lowering her face, she snuck out her
tongue and licked his ruddy nipple.

It pulled an immediate groan, lusty and pleasured, from
Zach’s throat.

Encouraged, she laved his nipple with her tongue, noting its
tiny bumps and the faint saltiness of his skin. Her body trembled with delight.
Unable to control herself, she ordered, “Lift your arms.”

As if to prove he, not she, commanded tonight, Zach kept
them at his sides.

Toni snuck a quick peek at him and whispered a humble,
“Please.”

He waited several seconds, then did as she asked.

Excited, Toni pulled the tee over his head, past his arms,
blindly throwing it into the hall. Before he could lower his arms, she pressed
her face into his pit, burying her nose in the dark tuft of hair, loving its
utter masculinity and the musky scent it delivered.

Zach inhaled sharply.

She mewed, the sound rushing from her as she licked the
fragrant strands and lapped the sensitive skin on his underarm.

Laughter bubbled from him. “What in the fuck are you doing?”

Feeling mischievous, she said, “Whatever I want.”

He reacted immediately. “Uh-uh. No fucking way. I call the
shots.”

“As soon as I undress you.” Her hands went to the button on
his jeans.

Instantly, Zach’s fingers curled around her wrists, stopping
her easily.

Toni lifted her head, meeting his eyes. She murmured, “Let
me take off your jeans.”

He released one wrist, keeping his fingers curled around the
other, leading her to the toilet. Sitting on it, he straightened his legs.
“Take my boots off. Now.”

Tamed and attentive, Toni sank to her knees. With his good
leg between hers, she grabbed the heel of his boot and tugged hard. The
footwear came off more easily than she would have imagined and impressed her
with its weight. She tossed it in the hall, arching her brows at its solid
thunk.

Her head swung from it to him. “Think it hurt your floor?”

Zach regarded her with hooded eyes, his expression hungry
and male. “Screw the floor.”