Virgin Daiquiri (Last Call #4) (3 page)

For one second, Leo considered the
possibility that being covered in melted daiquiri might not be so
bad. Not if Caitlin was about to shuck her clothes and start a
show.

Of course, if he moved fast
enough, he could be clean
and
enjoy the show. The thought of her naked on the bed with
her fingers between her legs was enough to get him moving. He
cranked on the water and got out of his clothes in record time,
entertaining himself by trying to imagine what sorts of noises
she’d make, and how her face would look.

Now who’s been watching too
much porn?
he
chided himself. His instincts about women were usually accurate,
and Caitlin’s bravado was too forced to be real. If he knew women
-- and he did -- she’d still be clothed when he got out of the
bathroom. Or, if she was naked, she’d be wrapped in a sheet or
hidden under the blankets.

She sure the hell wouldn’t be re-enacting a
pay-per-view porn special.

With that in mind, he paused to wrap a towel
around his waist when he climbed out of the shower, figuring she
might need a few moments before being confronted with an aroused
demon in all his considerable -- and immodest -- glory.

He found her propped against some pillows on
the bed, the covers drawn tightly across her breasts. She stared at
him, her eyes wide, and the flush that colored her cheeks spread
over her chest, too. She’d laid a single condom on the nightstand,
and she offered him the remote control for the stereo. “Do you want
some music?”

Skittish, at least, he knew how to handle.
He might not seek out virgins, but he hadn’t confined himself to
experienced women, either. Leo let his fingers brush her hand as he
took the remote and set it aside. “You still sure you want to do
this? You don’t have to, you know. Hell, between us, I bet Ben and
I could figure out a way to keep you safe from your family.” The
words escaped without thought, which might be something he needed
to worry about. Later.

Caitlin ignored his words and eyed the
towel. “I’m not some shrinking violet who’s going to faint at the
sight of your cock.” When he sat on the edge of the bed, she
dropped the sheet, revealing full breasts tipped with dark nipples
that tightened under his gaze. “Should I kiss you now?”

He left the towel in place and stretched out
beside her, indulging himself with one admiring look at her
luscious curves before returning his attention to her face. “I
think I’m going to kiss you instead.”

She licked her lips and laid her hand on his
cheek. “You’re gorgeous. How many times have you heard that in the
last seventeen hundred years?”

Her brittle mixture of nerves and bluster
had to be getting to him. It was the only reason words he’d heard
thousands of times could possibly feel different. Or maybe it was
the power in her body, the faint tinge of destiny that probably
came along with being the much-awaited child of a dark
prophecy.

Or maybe he just really, really wanted to
touch her.

He smiled and turned his head to press a
kiss against the palm of her hand. “You’re gorgeous yourself. And
since you’ve undoubtedly had men trying to crawl into your pants
for several years, how about we clarify the technicalities of your
virginity? Just so we’re both on the same page?”

She hesitated and then grinned wryly. “I’ve
been kissed, but that’s it. All my other sexual experience has
involved creative shopping destinations.”

“
Creative, hmm?” He’d been
in this room before, and knew he’d find any number of creative
accessories in the discreet bedside table, not to mention the vast
selection in the cabinet nestled up against the wall. Things that
could be interesting, once he’d gotten her riled up and panting for
it, once she was begging…

First things first, man.
She looked like she
was about to reply, so he cut her off with a kiss. Not a chaste
kiss, but not too aggressive, either. Just enough to see how she’d
respond.

She stayed still for an endless moment and
then curled her hands over his shoulders with a soft moan. Her lips
parted just as she tilted her head, and her tongue searched for
his, eager and a little clumsy.

He took his time kissing her. It would have
been easy to use his magic, to slip into her thoughts and pluck
every desire from her head, but Leo had always had more fun
figuring out a woman’s fantasies the long way.

So he kissed her, kissed her until her moans
had given way to whimpers, then lifted his head and traced his lips
along her jaw. He moved his hand to her bare stomach and rubbed
soft circles against her skin as he found her ear. “Tell me about
your creative shopping destinations.”

“
Being a twenty-six year
old virgin sucks out loud.” Caitlin laughed huskily, molded her
hands to the hard contours of his chest, and licked his neck. “I
mostly go to the sex shops out in the Village. I just buy vibrators
and things like that, but I did find this one gel that was really
nice.”

He inched his hand up to cover one breast
and thumbed the tight nipple. “So I guess you’ve never had an
orgasm with someone watching.”

Caitlin made a low noise and shuddered, her
nails biting into his skin. “No. Is that something you’d like? To
watch me?”

The thought was hot enough to
make him groan. “Oh, yeah. But the question is, would
you
like it?”

She laughed breathlessly. “If it encouraged
you to make that noise again, I’d like it a lot.”

He was more interested in the kinds of
noises he could coax her into making, but he obliged her with
another chest-rumbling groan that faded into a soft growl as he
kissed his way down her throat. She arched her neck and back, the
action thrusting her breasts closer to his mouth.

Caitlin hit the bed with a soft cry when his
lips skimmed her pale flesh. One hand slipped into his hair, and
the other teased over the back of his neck. She didn’t speak, just
watched him with wide eyes.

Let’s see how wide I can make
them.
He
closed his lips around her nipple and teased the tip with his
tongue for just a moment before sucking on it hard enough to bring
her back up off the bed. She ground out a curse, and he laughed and
moved to the other breast to give it similar treatment.

Her hand crept down to stroke his thigh,
gently rubbing the luxurious cotton of the towel against his skin.
“You like teasing,” she rasped. “I can tell already. You’re going
to make me crazy.”

He was going to make
himself
crazy. Especially if
she kept talking in that low, husky voice that made him so God
damned hard he could barely stand it. He kissed his way back to her
lips and covered them again, figuring it would be hard for her to
whisper husky things with his tongue curled around hers.

Of course, that brilliant plan went to hell
when she whimpered.

Leo groaned and forgot that the point was to
go so slow she was begging for each touch before he gave it. He
caressed her stomach again and then lower, brushing between her
thighs and testing her reaction.

She broke the kiss and stared up at him, her
gaze a little unfocused. Then she must have realized he was
waiting, because she whispered, “Yes,” and her legs parted, her
hips arching toward his hand.

If he touched her, if he slicked
his fingers through wet heat and explored her, it would be too
much. He lifted his head and found her hand with his. “Show me.” A
soft tug and her fingers joined his, resting over the soft curls
between her legs. “Touch yourself.”
As if that’s going to be less hot. God
damn it.

“
Do you --” She blushed and
bit her lip. “Do you want me to come?”

“
Yes.” He brushed his lips over
her jaw briefly before rolling from the bed and to his feet in one
swift movement. His towel already drooped dangerously low, so he
tugged it once and let it fall to the floor. “I want to watch you
come. And I want you to see how fucking
hot
it gets me.”

Caitlin watched him for an interminable
moment, and a small smile curved her lips. “See? I told you I
wasn’t going to faint at the sight of your cock.” Then she licked
the corner of her mouth and started fingering her cunt.

It was a damn good thing no one else was
near to see the legendary Leofric rendered weak-kneed by a virgin.
He took two steps back and sank into a convenient chair, unable to
pull his eyes from her fingers and their quick, skillful movements.
Any cocky ideas he might have had about introducing her to pleasure
disappeared quickly; whatever else Caitlin was, she was damn
familiar with her own body.

Which was hotter than it had any right to
be.

Leo curled his fingers around his cock and
indulged himself with one slow stroke. He lifted his gaze from her
hand to her face and found her watching him. “Spread your legs
wider,” he ordered, his voice sounding huskier than he’d intended.
“I want to see every gorgeous fucking inch of you.”

She made a quiet, desperate noise, moved her
legs farther apart and bent her knees. Her heels dug into the bed,
and she caressed her nipples with her free hand even as she thrust
two fingers inside herself. “You, watching me, it’s -- Oh God, Leo,
I’m going to come --”

He struggled to focus on her fingers again,
on the rhythm she used as her body trembled on the edge of release.
He was supposed to be learning her body, studying her reactions,
not jerking his hand over his cock and imagining how much better it
would be when she was clenching around him.

Leo dragged in a breath and forced his hands
to the arms of the chair. “Come for me, Caitlin. Come for
yourself.”

Her eyes locked with his as her whole body
tensed. Then her head snapped back on a sharp cry, her hips jerking
against her hand, her toes curling. She shook and rolled to her
side, her hand trapped tightly between her thighs as she shuddered
through her orgasm.

Oh
God
, making her come again was going to be so
good.

Caitlin closed her eyes and
panted, not quite believing what she’d just done. She wasn’t
ashamed of her body or the pleasure she’d brought herself, but to
have Leo
watching
…

You never have to see him
again,
she
reminded herself.
Not after tonight.

She sat up and smoothed her hair with a
trembling hand. Leo still sat in the chair, his own hands clenched
so hard his knuckles had gone white. The desire blazing in his eyes
was unmistakable, as was the tense set of his jaw and the rigid
length of his erect cock.

Before she fully realized what she was
doing, she slid off the bed and began crossing toward him. “Your
turn,” she murmured.

A creaking noise rose from the arms of the
chair, and his breathing sounded labored. “My turn to what? Get
myself off?”

“
No.” She admired the
muscled planes of his chest and stomach and leaned over to kiss him
lightly. “I thought we could cover a few firsts.” The tips of her
breasts brushed his warm skin as she knelt in front of him,
struggling to hide her nervousness.

His cock might be rock hard, but his eyes
turned soft, almost gentle. “You don’t have to do anything you
don’t want to,” he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse. “This
isn’t supposed to be about me.”

“
I know,” she agreed,
remembering her vision. “It’s about us.” She lifted one hand and
traced her fingertips down his hard length. “And I want to.” Her
own words surprised her, but she recognized the truth they held.
She wanted to taste him. “I want to suck your cock.”

Leo’s laugh sounded strained. “You’ve got
quite the mouth on you for such a cute little thing. And it would
look pretty damn good around my cock. So if that’s what you want to
do…” The invitation sounded like it was supposed to be casual, but
it would have taken an idiot to miss the anticipation in his
gaze.

All the theoretical knowledge in
the world was no guarantee of successful practical application, and
Caitlin was gripped by the sudden certainty she was going to do
something wrong. Still…
You’ll never see him again.

This time the thought didn’t reassure her.
Instead, it sparked a quiet determination, and she wrapped one hand
firmly around his shaft. “Tell me what to do.” Without waiting for
his words, knowing they’d come soon enough, she drew her tongue
over the head of his cock.

He moaned, that same noise he’d made before
on the bed. It started in his chest and rumbled up into his throat,
and the way it wrapped around her name made her squirm, heat
already building again between her thighs.