Smoking Hot (21 page)

“That was nice. Thank you.”

“I'm not finished.” Water sprayed down on them. He set Raine on her feet, holding her until she was steady once again.

“A rain forest.” She laughed and raised her arms. Chocolate fudge ran down her body as she swayed to the erotic beat coming from speakers around them. He could only watch as her body undulated beneath the spray, her breasts lightly bouncing, hips swaying to the rhythm. The rain changed to a light mist scented with jasmine and coconut, then to fog that changed colors from hazy blue to red, green, and yellow. He caught glimpses of her naked body as she danced.

She watched him, knowing exactly what she did to his senses. Her eyes told him she teased with her body. The house was a place where you could indulge in every kind of sexual fantasy. When he knew she was ready, he strolled nearer and slid his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. He led her out of the jungle. There was a lot more he wanted to show her. The night had only just begun.

When Dillon took her hand and led her from the foggy mist, she was more than ready to have him make love to her, but he apparently had other plans. She wondered what he would show her this time, but he only took her to a bar. There was no one behind the counter. Crystal glasses in all shapes and sizes sat in front of a mirrored wall.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked as his hands circled her waist and he lifted her to the barstool. She didn't have a chance to enjoy his touch before he moved away.

She was certain he was up to something and decided to play along. “I'd love something to drink.” Two long-stemmed glasses with a green frothy liquid were set in front of them. She quickly looked around, but they were still alone.

“Fairies are very fast. Sometimes you don't realize they're even around.” He picked up his glass and took a drink. “Try it. I think you'll like the taste.”

Being nude when there might be people or fairies about didn't really bother her. She was comfortable in her own skin. Since the drink Dillon took didn't kill him, she figured it probably wouldn't kill her either. She raised the glass to her lips and took a tentative sip.

But then again, he was an immortal.

“I'm not going to start dancing on tables, am I?”

He laughed and she decided she liked the sound. “No. I promise you won't do anything you don't want to do.”

She took a longer drink, then set her glass down. The drink actually tasted good.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“I like it. Tropical, but different.”

“It has a special ingredient. A spice called carrella that you can only get in a fairy town.”

“What's so special about it?” She brought her glass to her lips again and drained it.

“It heightens the senses. When mortals ingest the spice, their awareness increases. They feel things, like touch, more strongly.” He brushed the backs of his knuckles over her breasts.

She jumped, then had to brace her arm on the edge of the bar so she wouldn't tumble off the stool as erotic sensations flooded her system. Her nipples tightened, aching for more.

“And smell.” He picked up a rose that suddenly appeared on the counter and brought it to her nose. She automatically inhaled. The sweet aroma of the flower filled her space. She wanted to see more, taste more, feel more.

“Why the drug, though? Haven't I been a willing participant?”

“I don't want you to think, only feel. I want you to experience the ultimate orgasm.” He trailed the rose between her breasts, over her abdomen, then between her legs.

“But a drug?”

He shook his head. “It's only a spice. There will be no cravings later. No addiction. No aftereffects.”

“Nice.” She opened for him, wanting more. He didn't disappoint as he brushed the rose back and forth between her legs. She wiggled to the edge of the stool. “More,” she demanded.

“And you will have more.” He tossed the rose to the side and took her hand.

She willingly followed where he led. Her body tingled as a soft breeze brushed across her skin. There were plants and trees everywhere. Butterflies and birds flitted about as they sought nectar. Vines grew up trees, the flowers bigger than two large fists put together. She looked down and saw that she walked across mossy ground. It was spongy beneath her feet.

Dillon stopped at two long tables covered in flower petals. He helped her to lie down on her stomach, then he moved to the other. She couldn't help wondering what he planned now. She didn't wonder long. A man and woman stepped from behind a tree, each carrying a silver tray with pretty bottles. They set them down on a stand between the tables. The man came to Raine, the woman to Dillon. She wasn't so sure she liked the turn of events.

Before she could protest, the man drizzled warm oil over her back. The tropical scent of the drink she'd had rose around her. His strokes were smooth as he began to massage the oil into her skin. She sighed and closed her eyes. Maybe she would allow him to touch her for a few minutes more. She'd given her share of massages, but this was the first time she'd received one. It was luxurious, sensual.

The man's hands moved over her bottom, then down her legs. He squeezed and released, inching his way back up. He stayed longer on her bottom this time, massaging her bare flesh. The movement caused her to rub against the bed. The friction started a warm ember glowing inside her. The heat began to spread to other parts of her body.

When he nudged her shoulder, she hesitated. Being around strangers naked was one thing, but facing them would be an entirely different matter. “Dillon?”

“Yes?”

She opened her eyes and stared. He was on his back and the woman was massaging lotion over his chest. He didn't seem to have a problem. She felt rather silly for even questioning what the masseur was doing. She scooted to her back. The man scooped thick creamy lotion out of a jar and began to smear it across her shoulders. She could feel the stress and tension leaving her as she began to completely let go. She sighed, her eyes drifting closed, but not before she looked up.

Her heart skipped a beat. There was a mirror above them. She saw everything the woman was doing to Dillon, her hands massaging his chest, moving lower. Dillon closed his eyes and raised his hips slightly when the woman's nimble fingers stroked his cock. Raine couldn't look away. She didn't want to look away.

Until the man began to knead and massage her breasts. The lotion was cold at first but then it began to heat. He pulled at her nipples, pinching them. He took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed. Everywhere he touched, her body came alive. He scooped more of the thick lotion and smeared it across her abdomen. His hands moved lower and lower until he was spreading her legs apart.

Her eyes moved to the mirror. He spread the lotion over her mound. She could barely breathe as she watched him inch closer and closer until he rubbed the creamy mixture down to her slit. She was so sensitive that she cried out. The man moved to her legs. With long strokes, he massaged the cream into her skin.

The woman left Dillon and moved to Raine's shoulders. She splashed oil on her hands, then rubbed them together. The woman began to massage the oil into Raine's skin. Raine looked into the mirror. Dillon was no longer on his table.

“Shh,” said the masseuse. “Just let the oils perform their magic.”

There was something soothing about her voice that calmed any reservations Raine might have. She was pretty with blond hair reaching to her waist in soft golden waves. The man was golden too, with pale blond hair. She frowned. And they were no longer wearing clothes. But it didn't matter as the woman's light touch moved over her body. She stroked and caressed. The man moved to her shoulders, the woman to Raine's waist. They massaged at the same time, touching her in places that left her panting.

When she thought she could stand no more, Dillon was suddenly beside her on the table and the couple was gone. His mouth covered her breast, his tongue teasing the nipple while his other hand teased the nipple of her other breast.

“You're doing it again,” she said.

He released her breast and looked into her eyes. “Doing what?”

“Taking control. I don't like giving it up.”

“But doesn't this feel good?” He slid his hand lower and began to run his fingers through her curls.

She raised her hips. God, yes, it felt so good, but her mouth was so dry she couldn't talk. She desperately needed to have him inside her, stroking her in other places. Before she could say more, he nudged her legs open and scooted between them.

“I love looking at you like this.” He met her eyes. “It's not so hard to let go.”

No, she would not give in to weakness. “No one will ever control me.” She started to rise, but he moved his thumbs over her labia, massaging, and she collapsed back on the table.

“Don't you know how much you're controlling me right now?” he asked with disbelief. “Can't you see how much I want you? How much I need you?”

She moaned as his thumbs pressed against her and began to rotate. All thoughts of demanding to be returned to the ranch vanished as fire began to spread through her. “I need you, Dillon,” she said on a dry ragged breath.

“You need what?”

“For you to fill me, to make love to me.” She was begging but she didn't care. He made her body come alive. She wanted him so much that she thought she might die if he didn't make love to her soon.

He lowered his head and tasted her. “You're sweet. Like the lotions and oils they massaged onto your body.” He tugged lightly with his teeth on the fleshy part of her sex. His tongue scraped across her clit, then he sucked her inside his mouth.

She couldn't think as her vision blurred and heat flooded her body. She tried to take a breath but only small amounts of oxygen entered her lungs. She didn't know when he moved, when his erection nudged against her opening. She became aware when he entered her, when he pressed closer. She circled her legs around his waist and pulled him even closer. She tried to move against him, but he had her pinned to the table. “Please, don't torture me any longer.”

“Me torture you? Sweet lady, you still don't know what you do to me. I only stopped so I wouldn't end it all too soon. I want you so much my body burns. You fill a need that no one has ever met. It's you who controls me, not I who controls you.” He looked into her eyes.

She saw the truth of his words. The barely unleashed passion that rose inside him. “Then fuck me.”

He groaned and began to move inside her. His thrusts were long and deep. She rose to meet him. Their bodies came together, then moved apart. The friction inside her burned with an intensity she'd never felt before.

He cried out. As his seed spilled into her, he continued to stroke. He rose above her then lowered. The heat continued to build inside her until the sky lit with vibrant colors as they exploded across the sky. She cried out, her arms circling his neck. She didn't need to worry that he might let go because he held her just as tightly.

“I didn't give up control,” she finally said.

“No, you didn't.”

She nodded. “Good.” There was a moment of quiet before she began to talk again. “You understand I can never give up complete control, don't you?”

“Yes, I do. I would never ask you to.”

Relief filled her. She believed Dillon spoke the truth. When he rolled to his side, he took her with him. She snuggled against his chest, feeling comforted by the steady beat of his heart. She'd never felt so satiated in her life. Or so exhausted. She closed her eyes. She needed to rest for a little while.

***

When Raine opened her eyes next she was in her bed and sunlight streamed through her window. The scent of a tropical paradise surrounded her. She rolled to her side and found herself staring at Dillon's sleeping form. He'd stayed with her the rest of the night. A warm feeling spread from her stomach to her limbs. She had no idea why the thought of him staying with her should give her so much pleasure, but it did. This was the first time she'd spent all night with a man. It was an odd feeling waking up beside someone.

He stretched and yawned as his eyes came open. When his gaze landed on her, he smiled. “Morning, beautiful.”

She smiled. “Morning.” Waking up beside him every morning wouldn't be a bad thing. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she could feel the cold fingers of dread caressing her body. “How long will you stay?” she asked.

“I'll be with you all day.”

She shook her head. “I'm talking about after today. If we don't find enough evidence against Ethan, will you go to prison with me? I don't mean sentenced to jail time, but will you be there when I need you?” Even as she warned herself to shut up, the questions rolled off her tongue. And they didn't stop. “Can you close your eyes and make us disappear?”

“They won't let me.” He trailed his fingers lightly up and down her arm. “We'll need to find the real bank robbers before my time here is over.”

“Or what?”

“I'll make sure if that happens, one of the others will be there for you.”

She closed her eyes tight. It wouldn't be the same. She drew in a shuddering breath. “Then you're planning to leave.”

“I won't have a choice.”

Pain ripped through her. No one ever stayed except Grandpa.

“You knew I couldn't stay,” he said quietly.

Raine rolled to her other side, hugging the sheet close. Yes, of course she knew he wouldn't stay. He wasn't like her. He was immortal.

She'd always told herself she wouldn't get married. The thought of a permanent relationship scared the hell out of her. She remembered the countless times her father talked about when he'd first met her mother. His eyes would shine with a special light when he talked about sweeping Lucille off her feet. If her mother heard him talking, she would smile, but the same light didn't shine in her eyes.

After Raine's mother walked out on them, he never spoke her name again. The light dimmed until it went out altogether and the only thing left was an empty shell. The bond between Raine and her father broke. Then her father died. The pain that ripped through her tore off little chunks of her heart—the same as it was doing now.

Don't let them get too close and you won't feel like that again,
the voice inside her head mocked.
In
and
out
of
your
life, that's all. No commitments. Stupid! You broke your own rules.

Dillon's hand rested lightly on her shoulder. She closed her eyes tight, then reached up and covered his hand with hers.

“You're right. I knew you would leave.” She stumbled over her next words. “At first, I didn't care.”

“And now you do?”