Emma Hillman (3 page)

“What did I just say?”

“I know we have to find those damn papers, I’m not stupid. Or deaf. But I need that bath and I need it now.”

“Can’t you wait until I’m out of here to pamper yourself?”

She sighed. Bracing herself with one hand on the nearest wall, she turned so she could face him. He was standing behind her desk, just like earlier. His clothes weren’t in disarray; he didn’t seem to suffer a case of weak-knees either. All in all, he looked as if he hadn’t just fucked her to a screaming climax.

And that irked her, damn it!

“You spilled yourself inside me, Kevin, I need to wash up. That and you were pounding so hard I feel quite bruised, so I think a hot bath is in order whether you like it or not. Feel free to go through my documents while I get out of your way.” She whirled around and grabbed onto the doorjamb with her other hand.

“Was I really that rough?”

“Yeah,” she said just as she crossed the threshold.

“But you liked it.”

“I never said I didn’t.” She left the room.

* * * *

Kevin tried to concentrate on his search for the missing papers but he couldn’t stop thinking about what’d happened on that very desk. It’d been short but so fucking hot he wouldn’t mind going for another round. Except he didn’t like her and well… he’d been a bit rough. “Fuck,” he swore out loud, wondering what was up with him.

He never was that bad but someone had taken over his body and- Hell, he was even lying to himself now. She’d just driven him so crazy he hadn’t been able to stop himself. That and she had one sweet ass. He wouldn’t mind feeling her tits again either.

His cock rose in his pants, shocking even him. His body was ready for a second round, even if his mind wasn’t sure. Before he could think it through, he strode to the door and went to look for the bathroom.

He located the sound of running water pretty quickly and even if he’d had to tiptoe around that damn dog, he’d managed to open the bathroom’s door without making a sound. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, making sure the click couldn’t be heard.

He took one look inside and exhaled. She was bent over the tub, obviously checking the water’s temperature but she was naked and her ass was waving at him. His whole body hardened and it was all he could do not to get undressed right there and then. Or simply tug his zipper down and shove into her. Except he’d done that earlier and now she was aching. Control yourself, McIntyre! He admonished himself as he toed his boots off.

He watched as she stepped over the side and slowly sank down into the water. The round tub looked more like a Jacuzzi, he thought as he noticed two people could easily fit inside it. Grinning, he quickly shed his clothes and moved further inside the bathroom.

She squeaked when she noticed a shadow emerge, the sound lodging in her throat when she saw it was him. It was Kevin and he was…naked. Oh god. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to wash up too.”

Her eyebrows snapped together, “What? I thought you were looking for those papers.”

“I was but I feel dirty all of a sudden.” He smirked as he stepped over the side and began lowering himself into the scalding hot water.

His arm brushed hers and she edged sideways. “That doesn’t make any sense. Didn’t you say you wanted to leave as soon as possible?”

“I did.”

“So why are you cleaning up now?”

“Because I’m a big believer in saving energy,” he said as if that made any more sense.

“Cut the bullshit, Kevin!” she final y snapped.

It didn’t help that he was now lounging against the side of the tub, his arms spread out on either side of him. The Jacuzzi was big but not that big. His right hand drifted behind her head until his fingers cupped her nape. “Stop stressing, baby.”

“Unbelievable.” She sank further down. “Un-freaking-believable.”

He watched with hooded eyes as her breasts seemed to float over the water, the nipples dark and inviting. He licked his lips and missed her look of amazement.

She stared at his bare chest. It was the first time she had a glimpse of his body and even if the water and accompanying bubbles hid some things, it was still pretty impressive. Humina humina, she thought as she traced his pecs with her eyes. I want some of that, yes dearie.

She decided to go for it. After all, what was the chance of this happening ever again? Kevin naked in her tub, with her? She leaned towards him and said, “Can I ask you something?”

His eyes shuttered, “I guess.”

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic.”

“I’m worried.”

“Whatever for?”

“I’m beginning to know how you operate. What do you want?”

She licked her lips, “Can you kiss me?”

He jerked, “What?”

“A kiss. We’ve had sex but we haven’t kissed and I…I’d like to know how your lips feel.”

His cock grew another inch. “Fuck, baby.”

“Is that a yes?”

He stared back at her but she really did look anxious. “What do you think?” he replied, his voice low, just before he bent down and brushed her mouth with his. She became pliant beside him, the palm at her nape drawing her forward until she was snuggled up tight against him.

Her bare breasts brushed his chest and he growled, his tongue meeting hers.

Damn it, he wanted her again.

“So?” Kevin asked as soon as he broke the kiss.

She opened sleepy eyes, her mouth on fire from both his attentions and stubble rash. “Not bad.” She’d tried for casual but her voice was so husky that fell flat.

He chuckled, “It was fucking hot, baby, and you know it.”

Her eyes flashed. “Maybe.” She leaned back against the tub, moving away from him.

Her body no longer touching his, she sighed and closed her eyes. This was nice. She was in her Jacuzzi, the water was hot and she was slowly feeling her muscles loosen up. Kevin was with her. This was as good as it got.

Or maybe not.

Good was when fingers drifted down her chest and began playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples to the point of pain. Until she was gasping, her eyes opening to find Kevin close. So close she could only stare at his face as he bent over her and took one hardened nub into his mouth. He sucked on it, bit on it, did everything he could possibly think of to render it so sensitive she cried out when he moved back. But it was only to do the same to her other one.

“Kevin!” she groaned and her hands landed on his head, tugging at his dark hair.

He looked up, loving the way her face had reddened. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips parted as if she was running out of breath. All this because he was playing with her tits. God, he was good!

“Sit up, baby.”

She opened eyes she couldn’t remember closing and watched as he sat back, leaving her nipples so red they nearly glowed. “Why?”

“Just do as I say.”

She exhaled, “I still wanna know why.”

His face grew hard, “This is not a fucking request! Sit up!”

She swore she got even more aroused. He looked so magnificent all mad like that. Unable to help herself, she beamed up at him.

“Why are you smiling like this?” He instantly grew suspicious.

“Uh, nothing. What did you want me to do again?”

He groaned but this time, it wasn’t with pleasure. “For the life of…SIT UP!” he roared, his voice echoing along the bathroom’s wet tiles.

“Okay, okay. Shit, no need to shout,” she mumbled as she jerked up.

He grabbed her waist and hauled her up on the edge that ran along the wall.

Her butt rammed into the candles she usually kept there, sending them flying into the water. “Kevin!”

He didn’t even notice, too intent on moving her body until she was positioned to his liking. “There, perfect.”

She glanced down and grew wet. She was leaning against the cold wall, yet she didn’t care. Her legs wide open, Kevin knelt between them and slid his hands up her thighs. Slowly. Very slowly. Until her hips jerked up but he stil hadn’t moved to where it felt good. “Damn it!”

He laughed at her eagerness. “Want something?”

“Touch me!”

“Where?” he taunted, his eyes never leaving hers. “Here?” His thumb brushed against her clit for one very hot second.

“Yes!”

“Or here?”

She closed her eyes when he teased her entrance with a clever finger. “God.”

Kevin stared at her, admiring her curves and the way she offered herself to him. He didn’t know anything about her, apart from the fact she drove like a lunatic and had a bad tendency of making him crazy. But right now, that wasn’t important. No, what was important was making it up to her for how he’d behaved earlier. Of course, she’d said she hadn’t minded him being so rough.

He leaned down and asked once again, “What about here?”

She gasped, her legs tightening around his shoulders at the feel of his tongue flicking her core. He teased her with light touches then his fingers grabbed her hips, forcing them to stay put, before he brought it up a notch. Or two.

Her head jerking wildly from side to side, she held on to the edge of the tub and fought his hold on her.

Her hips wanted to move in time with his caresses, her body feeling ready to consummate itself.

She moaned his name. Once. Twice. His tongue slipped inside her. Once. Twice. He flicked her clit, did it all over again. Once. Twice.

She started screaming, unable to control herself. Pure pleasure ripped through her, her body losing touch with reality until she found herself falling. She splashed into the water, completely spent.

* * * *

“Feeling better?”

She nodded, feeling strangely chastened. They’d been sitting in the cooling water for what felt like an hour. Neither talking nor touching. Just enjoying the silence as the rest of the world stood forgotten for a moment.

She turned her head and met his gaze head on. She’d expected him to jump on her as soon as she’d come, had expected him to sit her back on the ledge so he could push inside her and screw her brains out. But no, he’d only helped her lean once again against the side of the tub; then he’d sat down on the other side and hadn’t said another word.

And the weirdest thing was, she knew he was hard. She’d felt his arousal earlier, knew he was still in the same state because she could see his head bop over the surface every once and again. Pretty good stamina for a man his age too, she thought as he moved his legs, dark shiny skin appearing under the water.

Before she could stop herself, she’d leaned down and wrapped her hand around his cock.

“Fuck!” he hissed, his hips jerking up. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” She grinned, glad to be the one teasing for once. She flicked her thumb over the slit, gathering the moisture there. She drew her hand up and licked her finger, earning herself a strangled groan from the man sitting opposite.

“You little-“ He cut himself off.

“Yes?”

“Suck me.”

Recalling their earlier interaction, she moved until she was kneeling between his outstretched legs and said, “Say please.”

He grabbed her head in both hands, fingers twirling in her wet hair. “Don’t push me.”

Shit! She suddenly felt helpless as he pulled her down until her lips loomed just above his cock.

“Kevin?”

He heard the hint of hesitation in her voice and dragged himself back to reality. This wasn’t a dream.

Pull yourself together, man! His hold lessening on her head, he tilted her face so she could look up at him. His voice softer, he said, “Please, baby, suck me.”

She blinked. He’d said please! Kevin had said please! Who would have thought? Wow, she thought, he must really want a blowjob! Giggling, feeling far too happy, she leaned down and blew on his wet length.

Kevin shivered at the intentional caress, hoping she’d hurry soon. He wanted to feel her mouth around him, wanted to thrust into her as she raked him with her teeth. “Fuck!”

His fingers tightening once again around her skull, he growled and fought the urge to thrust. Too early, it was too early, she’d only started playing with him. But her tongue was swirling around his cock, teasing the slit until semen trickled from it. She lapped at it eagerly and he nearly went off right then and there.

But luckily, the years had taught him control. Or so he thought. Except he’d been hard for a long time now and as she took him in her mouth, deeper and deeper until his head bumped into the back of her throat, he let out a roar and spilled himself inside her.

He watched as she kept on sucking, drinking him until he was dry and limp and just…plain dead. His head rolled back, his legs feeling as if he’d run a marathon. But he didn’t let her go far. No, instead he grabbed her and pulled her to his side.

She sighed and dropped her head on his shoulder, both feeling at ease for the first time that evening.

* * * *

She watched his taillights disappear in the distance and hugged herself, berating herself for the tears now trickling down her cheeks. It’d been a fluke, nothing more than a chance encounter. Something that should never have happened but it had. God, it had.

Brushing angrily at her eyes, she closed the door behind her and patted Killer’s head absentmindedly.

He’d decided on foregoing those insurance papers, declaring he had enough money to cover the costs of repairs anyway. She’d clearly understood, behind his words, that he felt she’d already repaid him in full.

She wasn’t sure if she should be upset by that or not. Should she start feeling like a slut because she’d let him fuck her?

But then she’d wanted him for so long. Surely it wasn’t a crime to have some fun once in a while. It’d been a once in a lifetime opportunity after all. She could now officially cross ‘Have sex with Kevin McIntyre’ off her list.

Done and dusted.

Her thighs cramped and she winced at the reminder. He’d been rough but so very good. She recalled the way he’d given her pleasure in the tub and grew hot. Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. She was sure he could become addicting very easily. One more reason why it was a good thing it’d been only one night.

Right?

She was busy ticking off another item on her shopping list when she rounded a corner and her cart went bump. She groaned at the impact and looked up to find angry green eyes on her.