Sensual Stranger (20 page)

Lifting her face, Toni kissed the line of his clenched jaw,
his temple, his ear. “In a sec,” she whispered.

“Fuck that. I can’t wait.”

“You’ll have to. I haven’t had dessert yet. Neither have
you.” Scooting back, she grabbed the chocolate syrup and aimed the bottle’s tip
at his head. “Open your mouth.”

He swore and laughed. “Just wait until I have you hogtied.”

“Looking forward to it. Now keep still.”

Zach was nothing but movement and gasped oaths as Toni
drenched his cock and sac in chilled chocolate. Ass clenching, he stretched his
legs, curled his toes and yanked his arms, trying to free himself of the scarf
so he could push her on her back and drive himself into her hot juicy cunt.

Unfazed and unhurried, she used her forefinger to smear the
chocolaty concoction over those parts she’d missed, sending threads of
sensation to the back of his throat and the top of his head.

Thrashing it back and forth, Zach pulled his legs up,
bumping his thigh against her arm.

“Keep still,” she ordered.

“Fuck that. I—” His tortured retort ended on an extended
moan as she licked the sauce from his balls.

Whimpering sounds came from the back of Toni’s throat. The
same a woman makes when nearing orgasm.

Zach’s edged closer with her tongue flicking up his shaft,
reaching the head, licking it as she might an ice-cream cone. Legs wavering,
Zach let them drop to the porch, then brought them back up quickly despite the
pain, unable to settle on a position, incapable of anything except pure
emotion.

Words, rushed and incoherent, poured from him as Toni took
his cock fully into her mouth, the heat as intense as her cunt, her tongue
adding a dimension of pleasure her sheath never could.

With long, measured licks, she attended to him, making him
so fucking hard Zach hurt in places he didn’t know he had. Just as he was ready
to cry out, begging her to stop, to give him a moment’s peace, she allowed his
penis to slip from her mouth.

Lips parted on his heaving breaths, Zach forced his lids to
open, watching as Toni straddled his body, her dark bush above his hairy groin,
her vaginal lips plump with her arousal, slick with her cream.

She pinned him with her gaze, wickedness burning in her
eyes. Her voice, a combination of velvet and smoke, rippled with passion.
“Ready?”

“Don’t you dare make me wait.” His command sounded more like
a plea.

Her lids sank to narrow slits. In the candlelight, with
darkness now surrounding them, her skin was a pale gold, smooth and flawless,
her face flushed with desire.

She bent her head to see their bodies, concentrating on them
as she positioned his cock to pierce her lips, sinking down on him.

Zach’s mouth hung open on a feral cry, his breath
squandered, rushing out in a noisy whoosh. Toni took him inside quickly, her
channel’s powerful muscles hugging him close, inviting him home.

He wasn’t yet there. With a thrust of his hips, he buried
himself to the root, his curls touching hers. At the blessed tightness and
heat, he forced down a swallow and held his breath, preparing for her to ride
him.

She lifted her chin to the porch’s roof, head lolling on her
shoulders, her hand going to her clit.

Instantly, Zach tried to bring his arms down to touch her
there, to give her completion, frowning as the scarf stopped him.

Keeping her head tilted back, she murmured, “Bad, bad boy.”

“Untie me,” he ordered. “I want to touch you.”

She spoke in a whisper, her fingers stroking her nub, her
sheath constricting around his cock. “Later.”

Trapped by the scarf, gripped by the yearning in her voice
and the tension in her body, Zach watched her masturbate.

Her slender throat bobbed with a swallow. Her lips parted on
a breathy sigh. Candlelight bathed her in its cozy glow, creating shadows on
her smooth cheeks from her long lashes. The ends fluttered slightly. Her cunt
tightened around him.

Zach knew she was already close to orgasm, hearing shameless
passion in her sighs, reading her body language as though he’d known her
forever and they’d never been strangers.

At this moment, they were not. She was as much a part of his
life as the color of his hair and eyes, the scars on his leg. Something he
couldn’t change or forget.

Toni continued to rub her clit as she pushed up, separating
their bodies, releasing his rod until only the crown remained inside her tight,
slippery heat. And then she sank back down, capturing him again, confining him.

He panted in response, his fingers gripping the rail,
holding tight for her next move.

Toni didn’t make him wait. She lifted herself from his body
and slithered back down, all while stroking her clit. Mere seconds passed
before Zach knew they were both edging toward their respective peaks. He wanted
to see her expression, her abandonment of propriety as she came, but the
tempest building inside him was too great. Teeth gritted, lids squeezed tight,
he focused on her riding his shaft, tending to him, loving him.

Her gasping cry cut through the night, followed by his
uncontrolled roar. Everything else went quiet around them, the darkness seeming
to wait and watch.

Gulping air, Toni draped her torso over him. Her skin, like
his, was slightly damp from perspiration. She rested the side of her face on
his shoulder, her breath skipping across his flesh.

Without thinking, he tried to lower his arms to cradle her.
The damn scarf stopped him again. “Untie me,” he ordered, his voice breathless.

Toni muttered a sleepy “later”. He didn’t back down. “Now.”

“Make me.”

He sputtered a laugh that turned into a discontented growl,
his chest and belly pushing into hers.

She responded with a sloppy yawn and a murmur. “You’ll have
to do better than that.”

“How about I put you on the schedule tomorrow and make you
work while I stay here and masturbate?”

Moaning, she rubbed her nose against his chest. “Prick.”

Wearily, Zach laughed once more. “Come on. Untie me. I want
to hold you.”

On a loud groan, she hauled herself up, releasing his cock
from her cunt, and worked on the knot, her breasts swaying provocatively above
his lips. Snaking his tongue out, Zach licked her left nipple.

She sighed in approval, her fingers leaving the
still-knotted scarf to stroke his inner arms.

“Toni.”

“Right.” She resumed her work, succeeding at last, her body
slipping back down to his.

Waiting until she’d settled, Zach wrapped his arms around
her, rolling them over until she was beneath his body. He touched the tip of
his nose to hers and whispered, “Much better.”

“Is your leg okay?” she asked, her voice tinged with
concern.

It hurt as it always did if he put too much weight on it,
especially on so hard a surface. Not that he cared. The pain was bearable as
long as he had her velvety heat and impassioned responses. “It’s fine.” He
licked stray chocolate from the corner of her lips.

They turned up in a smile. As he eased back to look at her,
Toni opened her eyes. The candlelight enhanced their blue-green tint, making
them breathtaking. Awed, he murmured, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yeah.” Happiness infused her words. “You?”

He nuzzled his groin closer to hers. “Do you even have to
ask?”

She regarded him for a long moment, an emotion he couldn’t read
flickering in her eyes. Running her fingers down his chest, she watched their
journey. “Maybe.”

The hesitation in her voice stopped Zach cold, driving away
his sleepiness. He thought back to when she’d been in the house, gathering her
“stuff”. Had she gone into his bedroom and seen the photo of Meg? Was she now
comparing herself to a woman he’d once loved?

Wanting to know, yet not willing to risk the repercussions
of such intimacy, he asked, “Are you hungry?”

Toni’s gaze slid to his. Mischief returned to her eyes.
“What do you think?”

“For food. Dinner,” he explained. “We can eat it out here or
in bed. Your choice.”

“Bed,” she said, readily. “I’ll make us some peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches.”

Grunting, he straightened and retreated from between her legs,
his body and heart noting the loss immediately. “I have a couple of frozen
pizzas from Paula’s in the freezer.” Legs folded beneath him, he sat back on
his heels, ignoring the pain in his knee and thigh. “How about we have that?”

“You’re the boss.” Rolling to the side, she pushed to her
feet effortlessly, offering him her hand, taking care of him as she’d promised.

Her gesture both moved and irritated Zach. Not willing to
concede any discomfort, wanting to prove he didn’t need help, he kissed her
palm and stood on his own.

Attuned to his body language, Toni backed away, her head
turning to the candles. “Better put out the fire.”

“I’ll get it. Toss the other stuff in the bag.”

Standing on one leg, she lifted the other behind herself,
scratching her calf. “You always this bossy?”

He leaned toward her, head bent, his tongue flicking her
right nipple. She murmured her approval. He straightened. “You haven’t seen
bossy, sweetheart…but you will.”

Her lids sank to sultry slits. “Oh yeah?”

“Count on it.” With a playful swat, his palm connected with
her ass.

Her tongue snaked out, the wet, pink tip gliding over her
upper lip. After a full breath, she purred, “Guess I better get moving.”

“Before you fall.” Zach noted how she continued to stand on
one leg. She hadn’t even budged when he’d swatted her. “How do you do that?”

“What?”

“Balance yourself so well.”

She stopped scratching her leg and stood on two feet,
rubbing her ass where he’d smacked it. Her eyes remained on his cock, shiny
with his ejaculate and the remnants of her desire. In a distracted voice, she
said, “Took a lot of dancing as a kid. I was in all the plays. Wanted to be a
ballerina when I grew up.”

Instead, she’d ended up with the Starrs.

Zach could see by the expression on Toni’s face she wasn’t
aware of what she’d just divulged, what he’d tell the investigator to possibly
aid in her search. A part of him wanted to ask Toni what had brought her to
this moment, leaving her broke, alone, depending upon strangers to be her
family.

A larger part of him knew she wouldn’t answer. Whatever bad
had happened to her as a teen, changing her life forever, she didn’t want to
share it.

The reality should have convinced him to stop his search. It
didn’t. He had to know about her, if for no other reason than to assure himself
she’d be safe after she left.

Unaware of his troubling thoughts, she continued to stare at
his body, her desire for him evident, encouraging Zach to give her all that he
could while she was here.

Somehow, it reminded him of what he’d forgotten. The errand
he’d gone on this afternoon involving her. “I have something for you,” he said.

Gaze still on his cock, she grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

“Something other than that,” he explained, torn between
laughter and being serious.

She must have noted the smile in his voice, her eyes jumping
to his. Understanding and eagerness glittered in them. “You found something at
that erotic shop for us to use tonight?”

Not even close. Rather than explain, he headed across the
porch. “It’s in my pickup.”

He took it from beneath his seat. On his approach, Toni
looked at the manila envelope he held. “Here.” He handed it to her.

Rather than opening the envelope, she shook it and smiled.
“Don’t tell me. You took an online course in BDSM at that shop and this is your
dominatrix’s certificate?”

Zach’s shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. “I believe
you would be the dominatrix.”

Her eyes widened in mock innocence. “You got me a
certificate?”

“Just open the damn thing.”

She did, frowning as she peered inside, her expression not
getting any better as she pulled out the sheets of paper and saw what they
were. Her gaze shot to him.

“It’s not the best insurance,” Zach explained, “but it’s
enough to satisfy the court. As soon as you sign the documents, you’ll get your
license back. We can go to the sheriff’s station tomorrow and pick it up.”

Without comment, she lowered her head to the paperwork.

Zach waited for her to say something positive, like thanking
him. Didn’t happen. Toni pressed her thumb so tightly against the papers, even in
the faint candlelight, Zach could see the tip of her digit blanching.

He wondered if she thought this was charity on his part. To
dispel any such notion, he said, “I took the liberty of paying for it with what
you’ve already earned at the shop.”

She looked at him with veiled eyes, her desire for him gone.

Having no clue as to what brought on her odd change in mood,
Zach explained the obvious. “You have to have insurance to get your license
back. Right now, you can’t even test drive the vehicles you repair. Angel or
Robbie have to do that. After tomorrow, they won’t.”

Something unreadable passed across her face, draining the
tension he’d seen, leaving her looking tired.

“Thanks.” Arm dropping down, she glanced away and spoke in a
voice absent of any emotion. “I’ll put this in my room.”

She left his side and went into the house, the door clicking
gently behind her.

Chapter Twelve

At the bottom of the stairway, Toni stopped. Head lowered,
with her free hand gripping the wooden railing, she breathed hard, fighting
tears, telling herself she was behaving like a fool.

Had she actually believed she’d be staying here longer than
a month? Had Zach ever indicated he wanted that, even remotely?

She slumped against the post, her other hand tightening
around the manila envelope. Paper crunched in protest.