WickedSeduction (9 page)

They swayed from side to side and turned in slow circles,
trying to get closer, deepening the kiss.

Marnie pulled free first and panted. “Bedroom.” She tossed
him the box of condoms she’d bought and grabbed the ones he’d given her. “Let’s
go.”

With a fistful of his shirt, she pulled Tor down the hall.

“Wait.” He held back, wanting to tease and drive her even
crazier with desire. “Wouldn’t you like to eat first?”

“Later.” She snaked her hand around the jamb and flicked on
the bedroom light, brightening the space even more despite the sun bleeding
past the closed shutters. “We’ll eat when we run out of condoms and have to
play things safe like we did the last time we were together.”

He laughed. “I meant food.”

“Oh.” Marnie let go of him. After tossing her condoms on the
bed and doing the same with his, she pulled off her top and rolled the thing
into a ball. “You have some?”

He glanced at her tee hitting his chest. “Some what?”

“Food. You’re not keeping up,” she said, toeing off her
huaraches.

“Who could with you?” He pitched his shirt past her
shoulder. The garment hit the headboard and fell to the floor. “You’re Wonder
Woman.”

“Badass. There’s a difference.”

She was moving at the speed of light. Tor was still undoing
his jeans when Marnie already had hers off, had rid herself of her bra, and was
in the process of pulling down her panties. She seemed to need him inside her
fast—either she was dying for his loving…or she was worried what they were
sharing might end. As far as he was concerned, she didn’t have to leave here
for weeks or months, maybe longer.

“Yeah, I have food.”

Her face brightened in apparent surprise. She flung her
underwear behind herself. The lingerie fell on top of his dresser, its mirror
showing her mouthwatering ass and silky thighs.

“You know how to use a microwave?” she asked.

Damn, she was feisty today, probably because she trusted
him. Pleased, Tor smiled. “I’ve had remedial lessons. I know how to cook
pancakes, eggs, plantains…”

“Show off for me later; right now, all I want is meat.”

He actually blushed. “Fuck, what got into you?”

“Nothing yet.” She gestured to his fly. “You’re gigantic but
even you can’t reach me from way over there.”

“Wanna bet?”

“I’m not a gambling woman.” She planted her hands on her
lush hips and lifted her chin. “You have the goods? I wanna see. Show me.”

Tor stripped as though his clothes were on fire, his cock
mega-hard and straining to get to her.

“Easily eleven inches,” she said, padding closer. “And
that’s only your tat.”

“Oh yeah?” Tor suppressed his laughter. “How long is my
rod?”

“The perfect size for me.” Marnie sagged into him. Her mouth
on his, arms around his shoulders, pussy snuggled to his shaft.

A surge of tenderness rolled through Tor along with need so
deep he found the feeling kind of frightening yet wonderful too. They kissed
with the intensity of a couple facing a separation by war or the end of the
world and fell to the mattress. His bedframe groaned. Neither of them paid any
heed, rolling to the right, left and back with his strength finally winning out
as he pulled her on top of him.

“Mind doing the work?” he asked.

Marnie ran her fingertips across his jaw, sending a storm of
sensation through Tor.

“For you, anything.”

He liked what she’d said, playing with her boobs as Marnie
rolled a condom over his length, the rubber bright red.

“Kind of flashy, no?” he asked.

“Turn out the lights and the condom glows in the dark.”

“No shit.” He grabbed the base of his rod and moved his
shaft back and forth. “With this, I could work at the airport at night,
directing planes.”

Marnie’s boobs shook with her laughter, the sound confident
and free. “Or you could guide your thing into me.”

“Much better idea. Will you help?”

“Always.”

Their gazes remained locked as Marnie pushed to one knee to
position the crown at her opening. She was slippery with moisture, her folds
engorged to provide the perfect entrance for his cock. The crown slipped inside
easily, a rush of warmth thundering through him.

Marnie lifted her face to the ceiling as she slid her body
down his rod, swallowing his length. She presented a sight too beautiful for
words, her tightness and heat snatching his breath. Once their curls touched,
she released a soft sigh. The kind of sound someone would make after tasting a
wonderfully prepared meal or seeing a stunning work of art.

Hell, this was far better. What man needed food or anything
even Michelangelo had come up with when he had the desire of a good woman.
Marnie was the best. Tor couldn’t get over how well they fit in every way.

He cupped her breasts, thrilled at their weight in his
hands, her nipples peaking against the tops of his palms.

Making sounds of pleasure, she tightened her inner muscles
around his cock, squeezing him as her hand would.

Raw desire battered Tor, warning he was about to shoot his
wad after only a few seconds. Shit, he couldn’t come before they’d even gotten
started. What would she think? What would he?

Tor curled his toes until they hurt and did math equations
in his head, the kind Marnie didn’t like. He needed a distraction from how she
pulled up slowly, releasing his rod then sliding back down him.

He lost what little breath he’d had when their bodies
touched.

She lowered her face, her eyes glassy. “You okay?”

No. He was going to come. Her pussy was fucking squeezing
his rod again. “Perfect. Keep pumping. Please.”

“Fast? Slow?”

“Now.”

“Got it.” She eased up and glided back down, while
continuing to constrict her inner muscles around his unruly cock.

The friction was spellbinding and torturous, challenging Tor
to hold off and make Marnie crazed with need. Each time she began her downward
descent, he flexed his hips, driving himself hard and fast back into her.

Her upper lip flapped with her loud exhale of breath. “Don’t
stop. Please.”

Only a gun to his head would have forced him to do so. They
worked each other’s bodies, their moves shaking the mattress and causing the
headboard to tap against the wall. Tor didn’t care if the damn thing broke
through the plaster, he’d fix the hole no matter how big.

These moments were too epic to stop. With his hand on her belly,
Tor slid his finger over Marnie’s clit.

She whimpered, shoulders shooting to her ears.

He stroked her again, harder, faster.

Her throaty moan spoke volumes, telling him she liked what
he was doing.

Tor rubbed and pumped, falling into an easy rhythm despite
the sensations cascading through him, threatening to overwhelm. Sweat rolled
down his face and across his chest. His muscles ached from tensing them too
much. Still, he fought against release. Marnie did too. He saw torment on her
face. If she clenched her jaw any harder, she’d break her molars.

Fuck, this was heaven.

He pushed harder and rubbed. She moved faster and squeezed.

They came on a shout and a wail, their rough breaths quickly
taking over, her cunt pulsing around his rod.

Marnie collapsed on top of him, her mouth on his throat,
breath skipping over his skin.

“Wow.” She coughed, her sweet little belly bumping into his.
“The condom did everything the package said it would.”

Tor laughed, the effort almost killing him he was so spent.
“The condom?” He smacked her ass playfully. “Bad girl.”

She stopped sucking his throat. “I can be. Sometimes I want
to be.” On a grunt, Marnie pushed to her elbows. “How about you?”

He loved her tangled hair. Several strands clung to her
cheeks, making her look well loved. Lust, rather than fatigue, sparkled in her
eyes.

“I’m never a bad girl,” he said. Tor flexed his rod within
her heated sheath. “Too much equipment.”

Marnie grinned. “I’m not complaining.” She tightened her
inner muscles, proving she liked his junk. “And you know what I meant—what I
was talking about. Do you ever do kink?”

Sometimes, though Tor hadn’t expected her to ask. “Do you?”

“Haven’t with you. Want to try?”

“You mean bondage, spanking, stuff like that?”

“Within reason. Not to hurt.”

“God no. I’d never harm you.” As tired as he’d been a moment
ago, Tor was as alert now, wanting to reassure Marnie she had nothing to worry
about from him. No way would he ever be like her dad. He cupped her face. “We
can try whatever you want. If you enjoy what we do, we’ll continue. If you
don’t, we won’t.”

“Not today. I’m not much of a badass as yet, but I will be.”

He pulled Marnie close and hugged her without reservation.
“Whenever you’re ready baby, just say the word.”

She wanted to try everything with Tor, liking him more with
each second, amazed at how much fun he was to be with. Marnie couldn’t recall
the last time she’d laughed as much or enjoyed sex as she did with him.

After a quick rest, he rolled them over and kissed Marnie
deeply, stroking her neck and shoulder, relaxing and arousing her. A
spectacular combination. After making out for minutes, he put on a new
condom—this one bright yellow—and entered her missionary style, affection in
his eyes, his smile broad enough to make dimples.

Marnie touched the creases in his cheeks and sighed. “You
have to quit shaving around me.”

Tor kept pumping, a slow, steady slide in and out of her
body. “Why?”

“I want to feel your stubble.”

“You will after the first session with your tat.”

She moaned softly at his hand on her clit, his rod
continuing to stretch her channel. “You don’t intend to shave?”

“Not after we’re through at the parlor and come back here.”
He thrust into her again, slightly harder this time, and then paused to gulp
air. “Remember me talking about babying you? If you stay the night, I can take
care of my work. Give you a bath. Rub lotion on you.”

Sounded wonderful. “Is that a rule?”

“Part of the licensing in this state. If I don’t follow the
statutes, the powers that be could shut me down.”

“Bastards. Guess I’ll have to stay.”

They smiled at each other and finally fell silent to
concentrate on their lovemaking. Marnie broke before Tor did, her body greedy
for every touch, each kiss, her joyous cries filling the room. He followed on
an unrestrained growl, sagging down to her, supporting most of his weight on
his arms. As he rested, Marnie suckled the same spot on his neck she had
earlier, not stopping this time.

“Giving me a hickey?” he finally asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Cool. I can show off when I get to the parlor.”

“Not for a long time.” Marnie didn’t want this to end.

They slept for less than an hour, their growling bellies
driving them to the kitchen where they leaned against the counters, nude and
relaxed. Tor gestured to his fridge. “I have ham, bacon, eggs, pancake mix,
plantain, potatoes. What would you like?”

“To help.” She grabbed the spatula from the counter.

“You afraid of what I’ll come up with?” Tor crossed his arms
over his chest, making his tat dance. “My mother taught me how to cook.”

“Mine too. And to pitch in.”

“If you insist.” He pulled out the bacon and ham, handing
both to her. “If you don’t mind my asking, is your mom buried in one of the
memorial parks here?”

The question surprised Marnie so much she stopped checking
the cabinets for dinnerware.

“What are you looking for?” Tor asked.

“A platter, plates, utensils.”

He pulled out what she’d asked for.

Marnie opened the package of bacon. “Mamá’s buried in
Miami.”

“More than an hour away? You’re not from this area?”

Her pulse started to race. “No. Miami.”

“What brought you to West Palm Beach?”

Marnie wanted to say the job at Alice’s shop, but didn’t,
knowing how lame the answer would sound. Who moved over seventy miles for a
retail position at a store that succeeded or failed on the whims of tourists?
She recalled what Alice had said about telling Tor the truth concerning Ethan.
Marnie didn’t want to, not today—these moments had been too perfect. They’d
laughed and loved. Who knew when she’d have a chance to do so again? If Marnie
piled too much crap on him, he’d take off. Hell, any sane man would.

Besides, she was ashamed at having fallen into the same trap
her mother had.

“Just wanted to,” she finally said. “I’d been here before
and liked the area.”

He put two plantains on the counter and pulled out a
skillet. “You don’t get to visit her much if you’re here and don’t have a car.
Do you take a bus to the cemetery?”

She lied with a nod.

“On Sundays?” he asked. “Did I keep you from going there
this morn—?”

“No.” Marnie turned to him. “I want to be here. You didn’t
keep me from anything. I usually go on Wednesdays.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “For the next couple of
weeks, you’ll be getting your tats then.”

“That’s okay. Mamá will understand. I’ll visit her when I’m
finally pretty.”

“Hey, hey, hey. No talking like that, all right? You’re
gorgeous exactly as you are. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

She had for years, first from the last words her father had
said to her then from Ethan’s cruelty. When he got pissed, which was often, he
couldn’t tell Marnie enough how ugly her scars were. How lucky she was to have
him because no other man would be able to stomach her imperfections.

Tor leaned closer, studying her face. “Are you all right?”

“Hungry.” Marnie wrapped her arms around him. “Thanks for being
such a great guy.”

“I thought I was a god.”

She laughed. If Marnie hadn’t, she might have cried,
thinking how lucky she’d gotten to have met him.