Smoking Hot (10 page)

Empowered, she stroked over his length, sliding the foreskin downward. He rocked against her hand. That was what she liked. A man who let her take charge. She was in control.

She closed the space between them, running her tongue across his magnificent pecs. “I want you buried deep inside me. I want to feel you pumping hard.” She slid her hand up and down. “I want the friction, the heat, to consume us.”

She pushed her panties down, then kicked them away from her, pressing against him. It was what she'd longed for. Total release. She closed her eyes, only wanting to feel him against her, letting the fire build inside her.

He moved before she could protest, picking her up.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you somewhere more comfortable.”

“You're going to carry me up the stairs?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well, glory be, Rhett, you're positively sending a thrill down my body.”

He chuckled. She held tight around his neck, but she knew he wouldn't drop her. He was an immortal with strength that went beyond a normal man's. She was right. He wasn't even breathing hard when he reached the top. He continued down the hallway and nudged open the door to her bedroom with his foot.

He laid her gently in the middle of the bed, moving in beside her. His warm breath fanned her cheek. She inhaled his earthy scent as her body went into overdrive. He nibbled her earlobe before dipping his tongue inside. She groaned, turning her head so he had better access. He trailed a heated path with his tongue until he circled one nipple. She arched her back, pulling his head closer to her breast when he made no move to take the nipple inside his mouth. And then he was running his tongue back and forth across the tight nub and all the time his fingers stroked downward, moving closer to her secret spot.

The tension inside her continued to build until she couldn't stand it anymore. She suddenly pushed on his shoulders, throwing him off guard. In one swift movement she straddled him, her body nestled against his cock. She closed her eyes and stretched her arms above her head as she gently moved her hot sex over his hard length. This was nice. She grew damp from the friction each time she slid up, then down his length. She needed and craved penetration.

He moaned. She looked down, her eyes colliding with the passion in his. “Do you like this?” she asked, but she already knew the answer. His eyes were filled with his desire.

“Yeah, I like it. Do you?” His hand slid over her bare butt cheek and didn't stop until it rested against the crack of her bottom. One finger nudged her as though it sought more warmth.

She didn't move, afraid of what might happen if she did.

“I would never hurt you,” he said and began to lightly swirl his finger.

New sensations spiraled downward. She drew in a sharp breath, then exhaled in a whoosh as he pulled her closer to his heat. This new move excited her.

“I love watching the emotions cross your face. You're more passionate than I could have imagined.”

His words excited her more. He didn't stop there. He moved his hand from behind and brushed through the curls between her legs, rubbing his thumb over the fleshy part of her sex. She arched her back, loving every second of the sensations he created, but only for a moment. She wiggled against him. When she had him exactly where she wanted him, she raised herself.

He moved his hands until he gripped her hips, bringing her back down until she was resting against his cock. “Better,” he said, holding her in place. He drew in a ragged breath as if breathing was too difficult. “Do you always take control?” he finally managed to ask.

He knew exactly what she was doing, but she didn't care. She was having too much fun. She laughed. “Always. And what about you? Are you enjoying me straddling your cock?” She wiggled for added emphasis.

A low growl came from deep in his throat. “You know I am.”

“Then you'll like this even more.” She leaned forward, taunting him with her breasts. He was so intent on watching them that she knew he didn't realize her main purpose until he was sliding inside her. He drew in a sharp breath.

She rocked her body against him, lowering herself on his cock inch by incredible inch. She'd never had a man so large and thick, but then he wasn't just any man. She didn't care what he was as long as she got release. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of her body closing around his hot erection. Dillon no longer existed. It was only her and the passion.

His hips shot upward, burying himself inside her, startling her. She opened her eyes and looked down at him.

“Oh no you don't,” he said. “If you want to have sex by yourself, then you can buy a vibrator.”

Anger fused through her. “I already own a couple. A woman can't always find a warm breathing man to have fun with.” She frowned at him. “I don't know what you're so concerned about. I've never heard any complaints before,” she said and started to move.

He held her in place. “Lady, I'm not complaining. It's sexy as hell staring at your breasts as they bounce, and watching my cock sliding in and out of your body. It's a hell of a turn-on. I bet the men you've been with loved every minute of you on top and never realized you couldn't care less who was under you.”

She clamped her lips together as anger began to build inside her. “You're the one who started this game with your mesmerizing eyes. If you don't like having sex with me, then get the hell out of my bed.”

“That's exactly what I mean. I don't want to have sex with you.”

Raine couldn't believe the disappointment that swept over her, but she glared down at him rather than let him know how much his words affected her. “Then go.”

He shook his head. “I'm just getting started.”

She frowned, not understanding what he was trying to say. The guy was definitely crazy. He wanted to have sex, then he didn't. He was probably trying to make her crazy. He was succeeding!

“I want to make love with you.” His words were husky with passion, caressing her, filling her with need. “We're going to have the sweetest, hottest sex you've ever experienced, but we're going to do it my way. I'm in charge.”

A moment passed before his words sank in. Sex was sex. She wanted release, nothing more. She thought he understood that. The first inkling of doubt weaved through her. “What exactly do you mean?”

Dillon moved so fast Raine didn't have time to protest. One minute she straddled him and the next she was tucked beneath him and he was staring down into her startled eyes. This was better. He wanted her to know who was in control.

Her eyes narrowed. “I don't like being on the bottom,” she said between gritted teeth.

God, she was sexy when she was pissed off. Her chest rose and fell from the storm brewing inside, while silver sparks danced in her eyes. Even with her lips pressed mutinously together, they were still deliciously pouty and kissable and tempting and…

He lowered his mouth, running his tongue across her bottom lip. She stilled as the battle to give in warred with her natural instinct for dominance. She'd taken care of people almost her whole life and didn't know how to relinquish control. He planned to teach her—and he would fix the mess he'd made of her life. There was a time and a place for everything, and at that particular moment, he needed to be in Raine's bed with her naked body pressed against his.

As soon as her lips relaxed, he slipped his tongue inside, catching her sigh. He almost smiled but knew she wouldn't appreciate gloating. The victory was his. They both knew it. There was no need to rub it in. And then it didn't matter who the winner was as he lost himself in the kiss, tasting, his tongue teasing, darting inside only to pull back before thrusting again, then gently caressing.

He caught her sigh, her surrender, as her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. Her body was soft in all the right places. Her fingers trailed up and down his back, stroking. He lost himself in the sensations she created, his cock nudging Raine to open her legs and let him in. But she didn't. She drew out the game; her hands trailed farther down. Nice, he thought as he closed his eyes, letting the heat swirl around him. She squeezed his ass, massaging.

“I want to touch you,” she said, heated breath fluttering against his chest. “Please.”

Her voice quivered on the last word and he knew how much it cost her to beg. Raine, who was always in control, had relinquished and crowned him the victor. He wouldn't humiliate her. He moved partially to his side, sucking air when her fingers circled his cock.

“You're so thick and so big,” she said, her fingers running the length.

Did she know how close he was to exploding? Apparently not, because she circled around him, sliding his foreskin down, then moving her thumb over the tip.

“I bet you taste good, too.” She ran her tongue over his nipple.

He jerked. “I don't know how long I can hold back.”

“I know.” She released his cock and shoved against his shoulder, catching him off balance so that he fell onto his back against the mattress with an
oomph
. Before he could recover from the shock that she'd manipulated him, she straddled him, positioning his cock so that it slid into the heat of her body with ease.

He struggled to regain control, but she wiggled her tight little ass against him, then raised herself before plunging downward. Thoughts of gaining control quickly fled. He grasped her hips and rose to meet her the next time she lowered her body. He was gratified to hear her gasp of pleasure.

“Oh, yes, this is fucking good,” she said. “I want more.” Leaning down, she ran her tongue up his chest, stopping when she came to his nipple, teasing with her tongue. “Tell me you don't enjoy me being on top,” she said with a wicked grin.

He couldn't.

He couldn't say a damn word as he raised his hips again and again, sinking deeper and deeper into Raine, her hot juices lubricating his cock as she slid up and down his shaft until his world exploded with lights and colors. He vaguely heard her cry when she came, her nails sinking into his flesh.

As the room came back into focus, Dillon knew he'd been played, that he'd never been in control. He opened his eyes and watched her. Raine's hands rested on her thighs, her breasts jutted forward as the last tremble of her orgasm rippled over her. She lazily opened her eyes and smiled down on him.

“Don't frown,” she scolded. “You know you enjoyed yourself.” She leaned down and ran her tongue across his bottom lip, nipples scraping his chest. “In the bedroom, I never lose.” She climbed out of bed and walked out the door.

Had he really thought she was fragile?

He leaned on one elbow and stretched until he could see her cute little bottom as she sauntered down the hall. Nice. Very nice. He leaned a little farther, lost his balance, and landed on the hardwood floor with a heavy thud. She laughed as she closed the door to the bathroom.

He sat up, rubbing his hip. She beat him at his own game. He shook his head, marveling that a little slip of a woman had won. He frowned. No, that wasn't an accurate description of Raine. She was curvy in all the right places. The loose clothes she wore hid a lot.

“What the hell are you doing?” Chance asked.

“Son of a …” Dillon jumped to his feet. “Popping in unannounced like that could give a guy a heart attack!” His friend had really bad timing.

“Yeah, well, better me than your father,” Chance said. His gaze swept over Dillon. “Put some clothes on.”

“You're the one who showed up uninvited, and my clothes happen to be downstairs.”

Chance snapped his fingers, and Dillon's clothes were suddenly in a pile on the bed. Dillon grabbed his briefs and pulled them on. “What does Tobiah have to do with any of this?”

Chance quirked an eyebrow. “You have to ask?”

“I'm only doing what he wanted.”

“The damn door is stuck!” Raine's voice echoed down the hall, doorknob rattling as she tried to open the door.

Dillon looked at Chance. “You?”

“Of course.”

“So unstick it.”

“I will, but first we need to talk.”

“What else is there to talk about? I'm cleaning up the mess,” Dillon grated.

“No, you're not. You're fucking her.”

“It's no one's business, but if you need to know why, Raine was too tense. I gave her release.”

One eyebrow shot upward. “That's your story?”

Dillon frowned. Yeah, he wouldn't buy that either.

“Tobiah isn't happy,” Chance continued.

Dillon snorted. “We never even met our fathers until recently and they're not happy?”

“Tobiah has his orders.”

Dillon hesitated, unable to ignore the cold chill sweeping over him. Why would the Powers get involved with the nephilim after all this time? And who was giving them orders?

“I said I would fix everything and I will.”

“By going to bed with her?”

“It's complicated.” He jerked his jeans on, then fastened them, refusing to meet Chance's gaze. The guy could practically read minds. Dillon grabbed his shirt and tugged it over his head. Hell, maybe he couldn't explain what he was thinking when he made love to Raine because he wasn't quite sure. He'd known he wanted her from the moment she pulled her gun on him. Leaving had been pure torture. It was almost a relief when Tobiah ordered him to fix her life.

“And you've complicated the situation even more,” Chance said. “You were supposed to repair the damage, not add to her problems.”

Was that what he was doing? Making her life worse? He glanced down the hall as the pounding on the door grew louder.

“Dillon! Open the damn door!”

“No, you're wrong. She was nearing the meltdown stage.”

Chance looked undecided, so Dillon located his socks and boots. “How could I fix anything when she was wired tighter than a newly strung bow? If one more person looked at her cross-eyed she might have shot them. Then where would she be?”

Chance started to sit on the bed, frowned, then pulled out the chair in front of the mirrored dresser. He straddled the seat and rested his arms on the back. “Now that you've kept her from shooting half the population of Randolph, what are your plans?”

How the hell should he know? He was winging his way through his fabricated story—no pun intended. The truth was that he'd wanted to hold Raine, to pull her against him. He didn't really have any plan beyond that.

“She'll catch the bank robbers,” he blurted. That was even more lame than the reason he'd made love with her. How the hell was she going to catch the culprits when she hadn't seen their faces? They were probably long gone.

Chance was thoughtful, then nodded. “Good plan. That should satisfy Tobiah.” He came to his feet.

He bought that? Dillon relaxed.

“I didn't think you had it in you to think up a lie that quickly,” Chance said.

He should've known better. Chance could always see through him. There was something unnatural about him. He never backed down. Chance had taken on one of the most powerful demons, knowing he would probably die, but he faced him anyway. The guy always won, be it a horse race or killing demons.

A competitive streak that Dillon buried long ago rose inside him. Maybe he wanted to win this time. “Are you so sure I'm lying?”

Chance opened his mouth, then snapped it closed, frowning. “Are you?”

“Why, don't you think I have what it takes to fix Raine's life?”

Chance studied him. “A long time ago I would never have hesitated to say you could do anything you set your mind to do. Now, not so much.”

He couldn't meet Chance's gaze. Dillon knew he was right. He didn't want a repeat performance of what happened with Lily. Even now, his gut clenched at the thought of what she went through when she fell victim to a demon's promises. When she emerged, the Lily he'd known ceased to exist.

“You have to let her go,” Chance said. They both knew he wasn't talking about Raine.

Dillon raised his eyes and saw the sympathy in Chance's. All the nephilim knew what it was like to lose a soul. Not one of them had been left unscarred by the cruelties of fate. Chance was right, though.

“Yeah, I know.” As soon as Dillon spoke the words, it felt as though a heavy weight lifted from his shoulders.

A dull thudding noise came from the end of the hall, as though Raine had found something other than her fist to pound on the door.

Chance laughed. “You tangled with a wild mustang this time. You think you can tame her?”

“Nope,” Dillon said.

Chance's expression was puzzled.

“I don't want to break her spirit. I only want to gentle her.”

“I don't know. She seems pretty determined. You might be the one who gets broken.”

“Not going to happen,” Dillon said, shaking his head. “I've been coming in second for a long time now. I let it happen. It's time I started fighting for what I want.”

“Took you long enough to figure that out. It's good to have the old Dillon back.”

“Are you sure? I won't let you win again.”

Chance's grin was cocky. “You never
let
me win in the past. I beat you fair and square.”

“I'll take that as a challenge to race again.”

“You're on.”

“As soon as I fix Raine's life.”

“You know you can't stay long,” Chance reminded him. “Will you have time to put everything right?”

Dillon wasn't sure. The nephilim's powers only extended so far, and Chance was right. The longer mortals were around nephilim, the more they picked up on the otherworld. If he stayed too long, he could do more harm than good. A mortal's intuitiveness would grow stronger. Some could speak with the dead or foretell the future after an angel's lengthy visit.

Nostradamus was one. He was almost burned at the stake because people thought he was a witch when he spoke of things that would come to pass. Today, people called them psychics and fortune tellers. People thought they wanted to be like them, to know their destiny, but they never saw the other side, the dark one. These people also saw the shadowy figures of demons. Their dreams would be haunted with things they couldn't explain. Sometimes it drove them crazy.

“Dillon?”

Chance was still in the room, still waiting for an answer. Dillon cleared his mind. He didn't want to dwell on what might happen. “Yes, I'll have time,” he said with more confidence than he felt.

Chance expelled a long breath. “Good. I'll pass that along to Tobiah.”

A sour taste formed in Dillon's mouth.

“He's still your father,” Chance said.

“So he tells me.”

“Dillonnnnn!” Raine's voice echoed down the hall.

“So, she doesn't like giving up control.” Chance looked as though he was trying not to grin but couldn't quite manage.

“I'll teach her.” There wasn't a damn thing funny about the situation as far as he could see.

“You might have a battle on your hands.”

Dillon suddenly relaxed and returned his friend's smile. “I hope so.”

“I almost pity her.”

“You should. Raine can't win against me.”

“I don't know, I have a feeling she won the first round.”

Again he wondered if Chance could read minds. “Maybe I let her,” he said defensively.

Chance shook his head. “Not buying it.”

Why fight the truth? “You're right. But winning the war is what counts, not the skirmishes.”

Chance was still grinning when he closed his eyes and disappeared.

The pounding on the bathroom door increased. Dillon strolled down the hall, stopping in front of the closed door. He could hear the very colorful words Raine mumbled on the other side. He liked when she talked dirty. He touched the doorknob and the lock clicked. He casually leaned his shoulder against the frame and pushed on the wood. He crossed his arms as the door swung open.

She was stunning. Raine reminded him of a tiny Amazon warrior with her eyes closed, her hands squeezed around the wooden handle of the plunger she held above her head. She was still as naked as when she'd sauntered down the hall.