Stroke of Midnight (4 page)

Alex undid his safety belt and stood. He held out his hand to Jaye, hoping the jet really had outrun the turbulence that had threatened her equilibrium. As much as he wanted her, he wouldn’t coax an unwilling woman.

Her gaze warmed, her attention focused on him and the ease of relief ran along his veins. She placed her oh-so-skilled hand in his and rose from her seat.

Her eyes sparked with humor. “You know what I think?” she asked.

“I have no idea what’s going through your mind. Except for sex, of course.”

“I think we should just get down to business.”

“Business?”

“Yes.” She blew a breath aimed for her bangs, ruffled them and went on. “For people so intent on spending two weeks in the sack, we’ve done a lot of not having sex.”

“I disagree. Since our first eye contact we’ve been doing nothing but.”

The mirth in her gaze left him dazzled. “You’ve got a point. I wanted you at first sight.” She smoothed a hand across her flat belly. “I was getting hungry, but I’m not now.”

“I’ll get us some cheese and crackers. Grapes?”

“Yes, I’d love that.”

“Do you need anything else?”

“My bag.”

He opened the overhead bunk and took down a carry-on sized wheeled suitcase he hadn’t seen until now.

“Thank you,” she said and took the handle. She walked through the galley and crossed the foot of the bed, heading for the bathroom.

Jaye found a tiny shower, commode and sink complete with a lighted mirror over the vanity. There was just enough space on the floor to open Tina’s suitcase.

On top of her borrowed clothes, she found an item wrapped in tissue. The gold foil seal holding the edges together was stamped with the logo of the lingerie shop from the hotel back in Scottsdale.

“Tina,” she murmured. “Bless you.”

She pulled off the seal and spread open the tissue. Inside she found a black nightie. She pulled it out and held the gown up to her reflection. Not a nightie, she realized when she saw the length. Exquisitely cut on the bias, the gown was a delicate, cut velvet black negligee in her size. The pattern would cover her nipples and crotch with black velvet, and leave her waist area sheer. Very sexy. The quality and style of the gown left her speechless. She hoped it had the same effect on Alex.

Quickly, she gathered her toiletries and showered. The hot water danced off her skin, hit her beaded nipples and slid down her body through her pubic curls. All she could think of was Alex’s tongue following the same path.

She dried her skin slowly, patting herself all over with the luxurious Egyptian cotton towel. Thoughts of Alex and what they’d soon be doing to each other left her skin looking rosy. She’d worn a shower cap, so needed nothing more than a brief brushing to style her hair.

Her heart thrummed in her chest, her fingers shook and her loins melted at the thought of spending the next few hours locked in carnal delight with Alex Carmichael. Emphasis on the carnal, she thought with a giggle.

She looked at her reflection and pursed her lips in a prim moue. “Adult women with teenage sons don’t giggle,” she told herself. “Especially not about sex.”

She slid the gown on and adjusted the bodice to drape across her nipples. She marveled at how hard they were. How, erect, they made her breasts appear perkier. She was rosy with sexual need, but didn’t care. He knew damn well what he’d been saying would make her blood sing.

And now, she was going to make him pay.

She grabbed her bottle of body lotion, hid it behind her back and stepped back into the bedroom.

Alex was propped against the pillows, his chest exposed to his waist. His chest hair covered his nipples and trailed a line south. His eyes lit at the sight of her and she stood still, let him drink his fill.

He patted the bed beside him, lifted the duvet in invitation and said, “Let’s get down to business.”

“My skin’s dry from the shower. Dry and hot. I need to cool down first, get all smooth and soft for you.” She also needed to slow things down. “It’s been awhile for me.” He didn’t need to know she was counting years, not months. She raised her bottle of body lotion and slowly pushed open the top, air hissed out and a single drop of creamy liquid popped into the air. She caught the pearly cream with a fingertip, smoothed it between her thumb and forefinger, while keeping her eyes trained on him. He watched with an avid gleam in his eye.

“Get into bed,” he said, but his eyes spoke differently. Filled with humor, they told her to have her fun. She knew she’d have to pay a price for it, but what the hell, they had two weeks.

“I’m not ready, and you want me…ready.”

“That I do.”

Holding the container at eye level, she slowly tilted the bottle and squeezed gently. One drop, then two, a third, finally a narrow stream of cream drizzled out into her waiting palm. “Ooh, that’s cool to the touch,” she said.

He dropped the duvet back down to cover his lap, prepared for the show.

She warmed the liquid between her palms and lifted her left foot to the bed. She made sure to drape the black velvet across her hip to hide any secrets he might be tempted to look for.

Starting with her foot, Jaye made sure to swab the lotion between each toe, around her instep and into her heel. Slowly, she swirled up her calf, over her knee and across the top and outside of her thigh. The bed shifted as Alex moved his legs restlessly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the duvet tent while he adjusted the covering for room. Knowing that this simple act had him rising like a rod made her own juices flow, hot and wet.

Taking another dab of lotion, she started the journey up the inside of her thigh toward her center. Widening her stance she slicked the cream along the inside crease of her leg.

A heavy catch of breath from Alex made her smile. The sensation of her own fingers massaging so close to her heightened nerve endings heated her. A flush rose from her low belly to her face.

She allowed one swipe of her forefinger across her mons, one light touch between the hood against her most aching point of flesh. “I don’t have to worry about being dry anymore. I’m so wet, I could smear my own juices down my other leg.”

“That would be a waste, besides I’m greedy and want them all.”

His husky words brought on another gush of moisture and she trembled low and deep and wide.

She dropped the lotion bottle and put her foot back on the floor.

“No, you started this, now finish it,” he demanded. He cocked an eyebrow with a dare in his eyes she couldn’t refuse.

“Damn you.”

“Do it.” He slid one hand to his jutting cock under the cover. The motion of his hand undercover made him close his eyes.

“No, you don’t,” she said, and pulled the duvet down to his ankles. “I want to see too.”

His strong hand slid slowly up and along his shaft, across the head of his penis, once, twice in a languid motion meant to tease the flesh and her eyes.

It did.

She reached for the body lotion again. Her hand shook as she squirted more into her palm. Her peripheral vision filled with Alex and what he was doing. She should be the one whose hand explored and squeezed and stroked. It should be her fingers dancing and sliding. She shuddered.

“Are you going to daydream or are you going to use that lotion?”

She responded with a huff, but bent to her raised foot to swirl the cream around her toes. She didn’t bother draping the material of the negligee this time and let him see whatever he wanted. Her curls were damp where her juices seeped, her lips were open, allowing cool air to ease some of her heat while Alex looked his fill.

The trip up the heated flesh of her legs was faster this time. She may even have missed a spot or two, but when she again reached her inner thigh, she forced her fingers to slow. In a bold move, Jaye faced the bed and pressed her knee wide open so he could see everything she did. Every flick of her finger, every swirl of the lotion, every drop that came from her weeping lips.

His hand danced on his shaft, his eyes hooded but still he watched her. Watched her. Watched her…

Alex saw each twirl and twine of her fingers through her pubic hair, saw an accidental tap of her forefinger against her clit, saw her eyes go wide at the feel. She was flushed, ready and set to go off any minute.

He wouldn’t let her. Not without him.

She tilted her head back and her palm slid once, twice against her engorged clitoris.

“No,” he said. “The first come is mine.”

He slid to the end of the bed, touched his tongue to her clit and heard a muffled scream ricochet off the cabin walls. The gush of juices that filled his mouth tasted like salty ambrosia. He lapped at her, slid his hand to her ass to hold her steady and let her fuck his mouth and tongue. She came in a lunge and arch against his mouth.

Her grunts and sigh and weird little back-of-the-throat sounds nearly made him shoot on the sheets. His cock, full beyond bearing, screamed at him to press into the bed and rock to his own rhythm, but he held his hips still with iron control.

Jaye rocked and butted against his mouth, coming and coming with her hands wedging his head in place. She kept him there, demanding all he could give, taking everything he had while the gushes continued. Her muscles worked under his tongue, clenched under his lips and worked through her orgasm until the contractions eased and slowed and she slumped over him.

He rose to her and helped her slide to the bed in a sprawl of complete satiation.

“And that was just for starters,” he said, nudging his cock against her thigh. Even that brief touch to her soft, hot skin was like a firebrand to his flesh. “My turn.”

She opened her eyes and smiled. “Oh, yes. Your turn.”

He’d thought to take his time, but there was no time to take. He was far too ready for finesse. And he didn’t like that she was capable of bringing him to this.

“This is going to be rough, fast and hard.” He slid his hand under his pillow, tore open a condom packet and rolled it on. “This almost hurts,” he said.

She laughed, low and throaty. “I’ll bet.” She widened her legs, raised her knees. “Now fuck me.”

The slide in was deep and fast and to the hilt. “You fit. Oh, fuck. You fit like a glove.” The words tumbled out of him. Then he moved while she squirmed her delicious ass in circles and he was lost. Rolls of electric charge rose from the base of his spine to his head while his cock flexed into her. In a torrent of raging release he came and bucked and spewed some more.

She rose to his every plunge, took him deep inside and urged him into her harder, faster, and pumped with him.

“I’m coming again.” She lunged and bucked and grabbed to hold him deeper and in place for her to work against his still hard cock. Her rush came quickly as his died away and when she was through she held him to her chest and crooned.

He collapsed and let her do it.

Jaye plucked a grape off the stem and placed it between her teeth, pressed down and the juice and pulp squirted into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Might be fun to have Alex do that, she thought, with a stretch and roll to her stomach.

“Want some?” she offered.

“Again? You’re insatiable.”

“The fruit, Alex, would you like some fruit?” She chuckled.

He ran a hand across his hard belly. “I can’t guess why, but I’m famished.”

She smiled and dragged the bowl of fruit off the night stand and set it between them on the bed. He grabbed an apple and bit strongly into the flesh. Juice dripped to his chin.

She slid two fingers across his chin stubble and licked the juice from them.

“So, where are you taking me for lunch?”

“There’s a café I know near the Seine. You’ll like it.”

“How do you know that?”

“You like bold. And the food’s bold. Strong flavors, crazy waiters. There’s an old woman, the owner’s mother I think, who sits in the corner and curses at people who don’t eat their entire meal. She takes offense because they only use family recipes and they trace their family back to before the Revolution. If it was good enough for Robespierre, she says, it’s good enough for the likes of you.”

“Thanks for the warning, I’ll be sure to clean my plate.”

“And finish the wine,” he said with a long slow finger slide from her elbow to her shoulder.

“Yes,” she said, with a shiver that followed the track of his finger. “I’ll finish the wine.”

“It’s red. Full-bodied.” His fingers fanned out across her back and he let his palm flatten between her shoulder blades.

It burned there, hot and pressing down. He firmly passed his hand down to her left ass cheek. His fingers curved around her flesh and shook. He tapped her once, twice with the flat of his hand. “I could bite you there.”

“Go ahead,” she said, raising her ass.

He shook the flesh again, and his eyes took on a gleam she responded to.

She raised herself to her knees. He knelt behind her and grabbed both cheeks. Massaging and rubbing he opened the crease. Took his time looking at her.

“You like to look at everything, slowly and deliberately, as if you’re measuring.”

“I like to see what I’m getting into, yes.”

Her slit widened. Cool air surprised her as he blew across her moistness.

His tongue swirled across her ass cheek, the nip of his teeth sharp. He slid his tongue between her lips and brought heat and desire to life. She pressed a palm to her belly and arched her back higher so he had more room for whatever he wanted to do.

“Bold, like I said.” His tongue darted inside her pussy, rimming the inner lips. With a gentle sucking he tugged at her with his mouth, and entered her with the tip of one finger.

Her hand slid down her belly to touch her clitoris, full and achy. “No, that’s mine,” he said and pulled his finger out of her to smear across her clit. Blood rushed to fill the pointed nub.

When he sucked the nubbin she nearly lifted off the bed.

“That’s it, Jaye, open for me. Let me see the dark pink of you, the heavy dark lips you have in there. You’re wet again. I can see your juice filling your pretty, tight pussy.” He lapped at her and she saw stars.