Your To Take - Connaghers 03 (10 page)

But then she’d disappeared. It was like she’d given him a
glimpse of heaven in her arms, and then she’d wiped his existence from her
mind. In the cold lonely months that followed, he’d finally realized why.

She’d been ashamed of breaking down like that with him. For
her, it hadn’t been a tender moment of shared compassion and simple human need,
a dream come true. It’d been a weak, stupid moment that she wanted to forget.

Now Jesse barely managed to stifle the agonized pleading
threatening to bubble up out of his throat. If she regretted taking him tonight,
he’d die. He couldn’t breathe, terror shutting down his lungs, his will, his
mind.
Please, dear God, don’t let her send me away. Don’t let her be sorry
for giving me the best release I’ve ever had in my life…

Combing her fingers through his hair, she let out a ragged
sound that he finally realized was laughter. Not regret, and not even
amusement, but a sound of joy that made his heart swell in his chest.

She bit her lip, and the flash of her teeth made his cock
stir to life all over again. “I have a little problem.”

Was that a blush stealing across her cheeks? Her eyes were
tight, her lips compressed, and her pulse thumped in her neck. A quick glance
down and he noted her nipples were still rock hard and swollen. She squirmed a
little against him and he suddenly understood perfectly.

Relieved, he grinned and licked his lips invitingly. “I
think I can fix that problem if you remove your jeans.”

As if he knew she might hesitate if he didn’t use some sweet
persuasion, he rubbed his cheek against her breast. Already abraded and fully
aroused, her nipples ached so hard she shivered. Currents of electricity burned
through her body, tying her breasts to something else that throbbed
unmercifully. She jerked open her jeans and he groaned.

“Yes, yes, let me taste you, Vicki, please. I’m going to die
if you don’t let me taste you.”

Hot and wet, his mouth pressed against her stomach in an
open, tongue-swirling kiss that had her squirming and lifting in the chair to
shove her jeans down. Backing away enough to help her get the tight denim down
her legs, he lifted each foot and untied her tennis shoes, handling her like a
priceless museum artifact. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her
panties, but he gently nudged her hands away.

“Allow me. Please.”

He looked up at her with those eyes gleaming like bottomless
pools of sparkling water, and she knew he wanted more, so much more. He wanted
an order, an affirmation that she accepted this pleasure from him. No, that she
demanded it. Swallowing hard, she leaned back and clamped her hands on the
adjustable arms. Too bad she’d chosen such an uncomfortable chair.

My bed would be much better…and way more temptation. More
temptation than I’m ready for right now.

Clearing her throat, she managed to get out the words, “No
hands.”

“Yes’m.” He grinned, a slow, welcoming curve of his lips
that made her heart thump harder. “Might I suggest you stand long enough for me
to work those panties off with my teeth?”

“I’m starting to regret wearing my usual, boring clothes.”
She grumbled, her cheeks heating. Somehow she’d never pictured getting hot and
heavy with Jesse in socks and basic briefs. “You deserve stilettos and a
babydoll like the one you picked out.”

Sitting back on his heels as she stood, he simply gazed up
at her with his heart shining in his eyes. “You’re perfect just the way you
are. I wouldn’t have you take me any other way. This is real, Vicki. The real
you and the real me. Finally, this is what I’ve ached for all my life but
couldn’t have.”

He stared up at her, completely vulnerable, his eyes dark
with need. She cupped his cheek, smoothing her thumb over his lips. She
couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’d knelt like this before a man,
forced to service him against his will. Her hand shook, faltering.
I don’t
want to hurt him.

“Make me give you what you want,” he whispered raggedly.
“Drag me exactly where you need me. You can’t possibly take me too hard or
scare me in any way, I promise.”

His eyes fluttered shut and his mouth opened in invitation,
his lips soft against her thumb. So she pushed her thumb into his mouth,
gripping his jaw with her fingers.
Harder. He said he wanted…

Shuddering, he moaned and clamped his mouth down on her like
he’d suck her whole hand down and swallow her whole. His tongue worked the sensitive
pad of her thumb, his teeth gripping her firmly. She started to pull back but
he bit harder, pushing her deeper into his mouth.

Opening his eyes, he begged silently.
Take me. Use me.
Please.

She fisted her left hand in his hair and jerked his head
back, tipping his chin up so high his neck must ache fiercely. Pulling her
thumb out of his mouth, she leaned down and showed him her breasts without
touching him more than her hand in his hair. He strained forward, pulling his
own hair, but she refused to let him get his mouth on her. “That’s not where I
want your mouth right now.”

He growled a little, showing he wasn’t completely passive.
He welcomed the pain on his scalp, just as he welcomed her show of force. She
twisted her hand deeper until she gripped the back of his skull, and then she
pulled his face into her groin.

Nuzzling her with his whole face, he simply breathed,
heating flesh that was already so hot her legs shook. Teasingly, he gripped the
material in his teeth and tugged, up, not down, adding pressure instead of
relieving the hammering need.

“If you don’t get to it soon, I’ll be done.” She panted,
barely able to speak. “And you won’t get a taste after all.”

Immediately, he moved his mouth up on her hip, seized a
mouthful of cotton, and jerked so hard something ripped. The sound zinged
through her, and she had to help, shoving the material down with her free hand,
twisting her hips against his grip. Aching, so hot, she had to blink her eyes
to focus on him. He waited, again, looking up at the flesh he’d revealed.

“Show yourself to me.” His roughened voice abraded her
sensitive nerves as badly as his whiskered jaws had rubbed her breasts, but he
still managed to make it sound like pleading. “Torment me with what I can’t
have until you give it to me.”

Her heart was beating too fast, but a deliciously wicked
pulse of lust shot through her. She’d started this for Jesse, never realizing
how much it would turn her on too. Widening her stance, she propped one foot on
the office chair, opening herself wide. “What, this? Is this what you want,
Jesse?”

He nodded so hard his hair whipped her thigh.

She let her hand rest on her tummy, low enough her fingers
teased the dark curls. “Maybe I should just see to this myself.”

“No! No, please.” He leaned closer, letting her feel his
breath hot and frantic on her skin. “I’ll make it good for you. So good.”

It was all she could do not to drag him in and grind against
his mouth. He’d enjoy it, sure, but he’d enjoy it more if she made him wait.
So
will I. If it doesn’t kill me.

Dipping her fingers lower, she parted her outer lips,
fighting to keep from stroking herself to bliss. So wet, it was embarrassing.
Just the way he looked at her, waiting, kneeling, it was enough to make her
quiver on the edge. He shuddered, breathing deeply. His mouth fell open in
silent plea, so she gave him her fingers. He hummed out a low cry, the pressure
of his mouth unbearable.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Neither could he, evidently.
Maybe he saw the climax rising in her eyes. He didn’t wait for her wet fingers
to tangle in his hair before burying his face against her. He nudged her so
hard she almost toppled over. Grabbing at his shoulders, she held on to him and
tried not to fall apart.

Climax rocked through her but he didn’t stop and she wasn’t
inclined to push him away. Not when he traced her so gently with his tongue,
learning every fold and curve. He didn’t use just his tongue, though—he used
his whole face. His lips slid over her flesh in nibbling, soft bites. His
breath was a light caress, his stubble a rough one that made her clutch his
head harder. He nosed deeper, like he was trying to rub her scent all over him,
like he didn’t care if he never breathed again.

Trembling, she fought to stay upright, gripping his hair,
his shoulder, even throwing her leg over his shoulder instead of the using the
chair. He kept his promise, no hands, but he still managed to take her weight
gently down to the chair without ever lifting his mouth.

Breathing hard, she sprawled awkwardly in the chair but she
couldn’t find the will to move a muscle. Spasms still rocked her, fed by his
mouth. He lapped at her delicately, groaning beneath his breath as though he
savored every last drop.

Loosening her fierce grip on his hair, she stroked his face,
silently trying to tell him he could stop. He looked up at her through his
tumbled hair, eyes smoldering, as if to say,
Now that you let me here, I’ll
never leave.

Still looking up at her, he latched onto her clit, sucking
it into the heat of his mouth, firm, hard, and she exploded again. Panting, she
finally gained enough sense to realize she was probably killing him. Her thighs
were clamped around his head, one hand tangled in his hair, the other clawing
his shoulder. She loosened her thighs’ death grip and hauled him up for air.

“God, yes,” he purred, draped against her thigh and her
abused office chair’s arm. “I could do that for hours, days, and never get
enough.”

She let out a shaky laugh and managed to get her watery
limbs to cooperate enough to hug him. He nestled into her arms like a happy,
adoring puppy. But all she could think about was Elias, which blasted through
her pleasured haze with brutal intensity, leaving her stomach churning.

How am I going to tell him about this?

Chapter Eleven

“Hey, babe.” Elias dropped his head back against his seat.
“What’s up?”

“You sound tired.” The tone of her voice instantly set his
senses on high alert. His Vik never sounded so timid and forlorn. “Bad day?”

“You have no idea.” His gut burned like he’d swallowed acid.
This was it. She was going to tell him not to come back—she’d settled her mind
on Jesse. “That drug bust we’ve been working on all month went sour.”

“Anyone hurt?”

“Not this time.” He let the silence build, listening to her
breathe. If he closed his eyes, he could see her beneath him, her eyes burning
with desire. How could she want him so badly, but take the kid over him?

“Are you alone? Where we can talk a minute?”

He wanted to tell her he was busy, that his entire squad was
hanging on his every word, but he couldn’t lie. Not to her. He let out a heavy
sigh. “I’m sitting in my truck in the 7-11 parking lot, trying to fuel up on
enough caffeine to go finish my report on why we failed to nab our target. My
new partner, Colby, is still in the office and I’m all alone, so you can tell
me that you fucked Jesse and give me my walking papers.”

“No!” She made a sound like a gasp. “That’s not why I’m
calling. Not exactly.”

Narrowing his eyes, he wished he could see her face and body
language. “What do you mean, not exactly?”

“I’m not giving you walking papers. That’s the last thing on
my mind.” Her voice quivered, a slight break that made it hard for him to
breathe for the ache in his chest. “I didn’t fuck him. Not…exactly.”

She paused, like she was trying to gauge his reaction. So he
remained silent. Sometimes saying nothing was the best interrogation tactic of
all.

“You know I’m working on a few new pieces for the show and
he’s going to model them for me. We talked about it, remember? That I’m sort of
flirting with bondage and dominance elements? I asked if you were okay with
that, because people are going to wonder what I’m into if I’m designing that
kind of clothing.”

Despite his heartache, he had to smile. Vicki never babbled.
“Yeah,” he drawled out. “I can hear the jokes at HQ now about how much you must
like my handcuffs. But you know I don’t care about that shit.”
All I care
about is you.
“You decide to try him out today?”

“Sort of.” He heard a rustle, like she paged through papers,
restless and nervous. “I finished his shirt and it looked incredible on him.
Are you sure I can’t make one for you?”

“Just tell me what happened, Vik. Did he come on to you?”

“He didn’t say anything,” she whispered so low he strained
to hear. “He just looked at me. Like I was his whole world. Like he’d die if I
didn’t give him something, anything. A look. A touch.”

Yeah, he knew the kid had that gobble-me-up-whole look that
she found so irresistible. In all honesty, it shocked the hell out of him that
she’d managed to put Jesse off this long.

“I had to give him something, Elias. It’s been weeks since
he moved in, days since you came over.”

He shifted against the leather, growing uncomfortable in his
pants. “Don’t remind me, babe.”

“I was so scared.” Her voice trembled. If he’d been there with
her, he would have drawn her into his arms, even though she was telling him
what she’d done with another man. “He’s so…so…”

“Needy.”

“Yes. He needs so much. I didn’t know how far he’d push me.”

Elias hadn’t smoked in more than five years, but he suddenly
wanted a cigarette so badly he could taste the ash on his tongue. “So you asked
him what he wanted. What he needed. What’d he ask for?”

“All he wanted was to touch my…breasts.”

“That’s all?” He forced out a laugh, despite the knife
twisting in his gut. “Well, you do have mighty fine breasts, Vik. Did you strip
him first? Of course you did. He needs to feel vulnerable, naked for you.
What’d you think of his size, babe? Is he as big as me?”

“Thanks for the compliment.” Now her voice would have
stripped paint off the walls. Ah, there was the fiery steel core that he
admired so much. “Yes, he was naked except for the shirt I made him. No, he’s
not as big as you. But you already knew that, didn’t you.”

“So I’m still your top dog, babe?”

“You know you are.”

“Did he touch you, Vik? Did he suck those delectable tits?”

“Elias!”

He laughed at her shocked gasp. “Come on, Miss Priss, tell
me all about it. How long did it take him to figure out how hard you like a man
to bite and chew on those nipples?”

“Not long. Not long at all.”

His balls ached and his erection threatened to bust his
zipper. Loosening his pants, he sighed with relief. “I bet he didn’t last five
minutes.”

“He lasted longer than you did that first night you came
over.”

Elias grunted a gruff acknowledgment. “I wasn’t at my best
because you made me sleep on the couch the night before.” Unfortunately, he
then remembered how turned on she’d been that night, how mad she’d been at him
for finishing too quickly. Wondering what she’d done to get her own release, he
felt his cock swell another couple of inches. “Did you take him to your bed?”

“No.” She laughed, a dry, mirthless chuckle. “My office
chair will never be the same.”

Elias tried to laugh too but it sounded more like a growl.
“Did you take him into your body?”

“No. Even when he was kissing my breasts; it was so weird,
Elias. It was like
I
was inside
him
. I was possessing him. I
owned
him. I started wondering what it feels like for you to be inside me.”

He swallowed to get some moisture back in his mouth and
slipped his hand down to squeeze himself. “It feels damned good, babe. I like
conquering you first and then sliding into you, staking my territory.”

“Yes, that’s what it felt like. Like I was
making
him
take me inside, even if it was only his mouth. I wanted to be inside him,
demanding and taking. I almost wished I were a man so I could take him for
real.”

He couldn’t believe he was saying this, but he was so hard
he’d surely lost half his brain cells. “There are ways, babe. You could get a
dildo and use it on him.”

He could almost hear her shudder. “No, nothing fake. For
him, I want it real. I want to feel him.”

He fisted himself, pulling his length through his hand,
imagining how she would’ve pushed into Jesse’s mouth, gripping his hair like he
was giving her a blowjob on her breast. Christ, he almost lost it right there.
“How’d you get off when he was done, babe? If he didn’t come inside you, then
I’m guessing you must have let him eat you out.”

She made a low, strangled sound that he took for assent.

“How was his technique?”

“Good,” she retorted in a rough voice. “Damned good. It’s
like he worshipped me, not licking or even kissing. He used his whole face,
like he didn’t care if he ever breathed again. Like his last wish was to die
with my scent on him.”

Immediately, Elias smelled her as though he’d rubbed his
face between her thighs for hours. Remembering the way her body trembled and
vibrated with her cries, her fingers tight in his hair, dragging him in to
suffocate on that sweet, rich cream.

She let out a soft little tell-tale moan that made Elias’s
back arch off the seat. “Shit, get your fingers out of your panties, Vik. Are
you trying to kill me?”

“Then stuff your dick back in your pants, Reyes. If you’re
going to come, then so am I.”

Sitting up straighter, he turned the key in the ignition and
backed out of the parking spot, but he didn’t zip up his pants. “There’s no way
in hell this erection is fitting back inside my pants until I come inside you,
babe. I’m on my way.”

“You’re too far away!” It came out as a wail, which made him
smile as he gunned his truck down the road.

“Ten minutes, babe. I’ll be inside you in ten minutes.”

“I thought you had paperwork to do. Besides, HQ is at least
twenty minutes away.”

“Fuck the paperwork—it’ll still be there tomorrow. Your
neighborhood’s 7-11 has the best coffee, so I always come here.” He’d simply
gotten in the habit of always coming to check on her first, and then stopping
by 7-11 to sit and feel sorry for himself awhile before heading back to work.
“Keep that engine purring for me, babe.”

He could hear her breathing rasping louder, the hitch in her
throat. “I don’t know that I’ll make it that long.”

He floored it. “Five minutes, then. Are you going to take
me
to your bed, babe? Are you going to take my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” she groaned out. “As soon as you hit the door.”

“And when I come inside you, whose name is going to be on
your lips?”

“
Elias
.”