WickedSeduction (7 page)

Marnie finally realized where his questions had been
heading. He probably thought she’d been afraid to pose for the portrait, had so
many locks on the door and kept the blinds closed because of her relatives. She
should tell him about Ethan but couldn’t. Sometimes, Marnie was more like her
mom than she realized, hoping bad stuff would disappear if she simply stopped
remembering what had happened—what her father’s violence had led her to long
after he’d died.

“They’re in Miami,” she said at last. “Mamá didn’t stay in
touch with them after the accident. Whatever you find odd about me isn’t their
fault.”

“Oh hey.” He smiled softly. “I don’t think you’re doing
anything odd. I’m trying to understand your caution.”

“I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember,” she
said, hedging slightly. “What I lived isn’t easy to forget. His treatment of my
mother colors a lot of how I see things today, though I am trying to change.
I’m going to be a badass
mujer
.”

Tor smiled. “An in-your-face woman, huh?”

“Only in yours tonight.”

“What?”

Marnie answered by slanting her mouth over his.

She felt his hesitation and then his smile against her lips,
giving him one in return. They made out like teens with nowhere private to go
when she had a comfortable bed waiting no more than five feet away.

More than anything, Marnie wanted Tor with her tonight. She
needed to feel safe, pretty, desired. She had to chase away the specter of the
past during the next hours.

She kissed him hard one last time and then pulled her mouth
free. “Even if we can’t make love, there’s plenty we can do until next time
when you do remember to bring condoms.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

Marnie rested her forehead against his. “Bad boy that you
are, you need instructions? Seriously?”

Tor eased back and searched her face, his expression
surprisingly somber. “You’re sure?”

“I want you. Have from the moment I saw you in the window at
the parlor. Days and days before you finally noticed me.”

Surprise crossed his face. “I didn’t know you were there…I
should have.”

“You were busy smiling at your fans. Totally understandable.
And to answer your question—yeah, I’m sure about tonight. Let’s go to bed.”

Marnie got to her feet before Tor could stop her. After
closing the blinds, she faced him and pulled off her top, hesitating only
slightly when she uncovered her scars. He smiled to let her know she was
perfect. On a happy grin, she twirled the garment above her head and finally
let the thing fly.

Definitely badass.

“You want more?” she asked, leaning down to him, wiggling
her boobs, sending a wave of her fragrance his way.

His cock went from semi-hard to rigid in three seconds flat.
He stared at her bra, the fabric shiny and pink, tiny rosebuds gracing the
curve of the cups that barely trapped the swell of her breasts.

He stood. A few minutes ago, Tor had thought Marnie might
need time to digest what she’d told him, to calm down, shake off the past.
Clearly, she’d had more practice than he at moving on from bad stuff.

Not that she’d told him everything. He sensed she’d held
back on part of the story. Why, Tor couldn’t imagine, except the last piece of
the puzzle that made her who she was must be really bad.

The fact she’d survived her father’s brutality was a
miracle. Despite what the man had forced her to endure, Marnie wasn’t bitter or
angry. If anything, she’d seemed weary when she’d been speaking of her father’s
attack. Now, Tor figured she wanted something good to make her forget.

Wearing a suggestive smile, she backed away, hands on the
front clasp of her bra.

Tor followed, pulling off his shirt, tossing the garment
aside. Marnie watched its journey to the floor, releasing her bra clasp at the
same time.

Her breasts spilled out, the tips reddish with arousal,
halos constricted.

Tor’s mouth went dry.

She ditched her bra and turned on the nightstand lamp, the
pink shade making rosy puddles of light on the comforter. Warm. Romantic.
Beguiling.

Tor stopped Marnie before she could pull off her skirt.

“Let me,” he said.

She kissed him in answer—hard and deep—then dropped her
hands to her sides, allowing him access to what he wanted.

Although Tor longed to crawl all over her and have her do
the same with him, he didn’t want to rush and risk scaring her. Marnie desired
him but she’d been through a lot. Best to take these moments slowly and prove
he was a nice guy.

He lowered her to the mattress. Her breasts quivered
slightly with the movement, her nipples begging for his mouth. With a shitload
of will, Tor forced himself not to make any sudden moves. He slipped his
fingers beneath the waistband of her skirt, surprised at how hot her skin was,
and eased the fabric down her hips and off. Rather than dumping her clothes on
the floor, he laid the garment at the foot of the bed, taking care.

Marnie wasn’t as heedful. She ran her fingertips down his
torso, making Tor’s muscles jump, pulling a growl of delight to his throat. The
sound died quickly at her foot resting on his upper thigh, toes pressed to the
thick ridge between his legs.

If his cock got any stiffer…

Fuck, Tor wished he’d brought condoms. Her touch was killing
him. her panties straight out of a wet dream. They were pink, like her bra,
with the same rosettes, but also sheer enough for him to see the delicate curls
between her legs. Her crotch was damp with her passion.

God, God, God.

His rod was raring to go, his boys beyond the point of no
return, but he couldn’t rush this. He wouldn’t.

Tor planted a kiss on her mound, relishing her clean, musky
scent. Holding back a frustrated groan, he looked up. Marnie’s eyes were
hooded, face flushed with color, smile downright smoky.

Time to get serious. He peeled her underwear away, noting
how the damp fabric stuck to her cleft for a moment. Her soft folds were as ruddy
as the tips of her nipples, plump with passion, glistening with moisture. Dizzy
with need, he brought her panties to his face and inhaled deeply of her womanly
scent.

The noise that escaped him sounded crazy with lust.

Easy, dammit.

“I’m not going to break,” she said, as though reading his
thoughts. Or maybe seeing his struggle for control.

He laughed. “I might.”

“Get naked. Please.”

Tor wanted nothing more. He made quick work of stripping to
his skin, dropping his sandals and clothes in a heap on the floor. His cock was
hard enough to lift the crown, the head defying gravity to point at Marnie’s
cunt.

Propped on her elbows, she studied his nudity. “Wow, you’re
better than a Greek god.”

Tor laughed but puffed up a bit too.

“Come here,” she said, reaching for his shaft.

He kissed her palms then lifted Marnie’s hands above her
head, the crown of his cock skimming her thigh. She moaned softly.

Tor touched the tip of his nose to hers. “Try not to move.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

She stopped him from moving back, kissing him passionately
again, turning his brain to mush. Lightheaded, Tor positioned Marnie’s legs,
thighs spread widely, knees bent, the soles of her feet on the bed. He stroked
her toenails, polished a delicate pink, the same as her fingernails.

Marnie laughed. “You’re tickling me.”

“Hell no. This is tickling.”

She shrieked and tried to roll away. Tor wouldn’t let her,
running his fingers up and down her ribs.

Marnie choked out another laugh and cried, “I can’t stand
any more—
stop.”

He did immediately, breathing nearly as hard as she did,
loving the sound of her laughter.

Marnie finally quieted and gazed at him in wonder. “I like
how you play.”

“Hell, that wasn’t play. This is.”

Tor eased his hands beneath her plush ass and lowered his
mouth to her cleft, finding the folds slick with passion.

She made a soft, feminine sound and opened her legs even
more. The best invitation of all.

Taking care not to rush, Tor licked the length of Marnie’s
cleft, her skin warm, soft and fragrant with a hint of salt. She tasted
awesome. Loving her was like coming home. He flicked his tongue over her clit,
enjoying how she inhaled sharply and pushed her body closer to him, obviously
wanting more.

No way could Tor deny her. Latching on to her clit, he held
the bud between his teeth, licking her steadily as he eased two fingers into
her cunt.

Marnie moaned loudly in what sounded like satisfaction.

She didn’t know the half of it. Her sheath was incredibly
tight and hot, the perfect shelter for his rod.
Next time.
Tonight was
only the beginning.

Marnie twisted the comforter in her fists, trying not to
come too quickly. Tor’s first lick on her pussy had sent her reeling. With his
fingers buried inside her channel and her clit between his teeth, she was as
defenseless as a woman could be with a man and didn’t mind.

He’d proven himself again when she’d told him to stop
tickling her. He had without argument or pretending he hadn’t heard. He’d
respected her wishes, making her want him more.

Trust was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Her skin burned with excitement. Each of his licks on her
nub built pleasure within her cunt, the sensations intensifying to an
unbearable level.

Dammit, she couldn’t come this soon. Once she had, the
feelings would fade and be over until next time. Who knew how long she’d have
to wait before experiencing this again?

Clenching her jaw, she fought what Tor was doing, refusing
to relax and submit.

He suckled her gently, running his thumbs over her ass to
the furrow between her cheeks. She tensed as his exploration brought him close
to her anus. The moment he touched the tight ring, Marnie lost her breath on a
wanton cry.

Tor paused, as though trying to gauge her reaction, as if
wondering whether he should continue.

If he stopped now, she’d scream, which would surely run him
off. Fighting laughter at her nutty thoughts, Marnie pushed her body closer,
demanding more.

He gave her what she had to have, tonguing and suckling her
clit, stroking her anus, guiding Marnie to the edge. Despite how she fought
release, Tor didn’t rush. Patiently, lovingly, he steered her to a point where
she couldn’t resist any longer. The feelings were too intense, increasing until
Marnie felt as though she might burst.

She pressed her heels harder into the mattress, yanked on
the comforter and wailed her release, the sound lewd. Free and unashamed.

A bead of perspiration slipped down Marnie’s throat to her
chest. She heaved air. A pulse beat deep within her pussy.

After kissing her furry mound, Tor eased his fingers from
her sheath and scooted up. “Good?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen any man with a more gorgeous
smile.”

He laughed self-consciously. “Thanks but was your orgasm
good?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

“No. Guess I’d like you to brag on me a little.”

“There aren’t enough words to describe how awesome you are.”
Cupping his face, Marnie kissed him long and deep, tasting herself on his lips,
not stopping until she needed a breath. “Lie down and don’t move.”

Raw lust filled his expression. “Why?”

“You’ll see.”

Tor dropped to the mattress on her left, arms pillowing his
head.

Still breathing hard, Marnie pushed to a sitting position
and drank him in. Tor’s chest was nothing but hard slabs of muscle, his abs
superbly defined, the hair in his pits dark and silky. Uncovered, his tat was
better than she’d guessed, rough and masculine. Short hairs circled his navel,
continuing in a thin line that streamed down his flat belly to the thick curls
on his groin. His cock, hard and proud, jutted from the nest of hair, thick
veins dashing down the shaft, the crown a deep red, a pearl of pre-cum on the
tiny slit.

Her mouth watered.

She lifted his shaft and gazed at his balls, rounded with
desire and lightly furred. His thighs and calves were muscular, dusted with
dark hair, his feet large, toes long.

My God, with so much to entice her, Marnie wasn’t certain
where to begin. Tor was a freaking smorgasbord of delight.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

She smiled. “Oh yeah.” With his cock in her palm, Marnie
leaned down and took his right ball into her mouth.

“Holy—
” Tor didn’t finish, his words turning into
sounds of delight.

She was right there with him, moaning away at the feel of
his hair-roughened skin on her tongue, the weight of his testicle, its
wonderful flavor…a trace of salt and something unique to him she couldn’t
possibly describe.

His musky-male fragrance sent Marnie’s head spinning. Not
wanting to neglect any part of him, she finished with his first ball and took
the other into her mouth.

“Holy fuck,” he cried, pounding the mattress with his fists.

Marnie paused, wondering if her foreplay was beginning to be
too much for him.

“Why’d you stop?” He hauled in a breath. “Don’t stop,
please—
sweet Jesus.”

She suckled him again and licked with abandon as she ran her
hand up and down his cock, working his shaft as her pussy would.

Alternately panting and swearing, Tor pushed his heels into
the mattress, undoubtedly trying to maintain control. No way. He was hers now,
his satisfaction in Marnie’s hands.

Finished with his sac, she lifted her head. “That was the
appetizer. Now for the entrée.”

He laughed weakly.

Marnie slid her mouth over the crown, pulling a new growl
from him. Tor planted his hands on either side of her head, surely to keep her
at the task—as if she’d stop before giving him the blowjob of his life. Marnie
knew how to please a man. Not too long ago, giving satisfaction to Ethan until
she hurt was a trade-off for being safe.