But there was no force involved, except maybe for her clutching him so desperately and kissing him so hungrily, as if that could erase this whole nightmare. It seemed her body’s needs had awakened after dozing for months. Awakened by a man who could best be described as sex on a stick.
And this morning, her body hummed pleasantly with intense satisfaction, even as it flushed with embarrassment.
Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
This is not me. I don’t do things like this. Ever.
But apparently she did.
My god, I’ve never even met the man before. I must have been out of my mind.
She’d chalk it up to severe emotional stress combined with exhaustion and depression. Lifting the sheet and blanket covering her, she peeked at her body. Oh, god! Just as she suspected. She was completely naked. Crap! What in hell had she done?
She closed her eyes…and it all came slamming back into her.
Oh, dear sweet lord.
At last the tears stopped flowing. She knew she should leave the room, but it felt so good just sitting there, hugged to his body. One minute he was stroking her back gently, the next they were kissing. As their kisses grew hotter, so did her body. Then it was as if someone had flipped a switch.
She was so lost in it that she didn’t even stop to wonder why she was doing this with a complete stranger. Instead, kisses that shut down her brain were exchanged. Kisses that were hot and demanding and involved a whole lot of tongue. Clothes somehow disappeared. Hands coasted over naked skin, touching and squeezing and stroking. While he cupped her breasts in his palms, brushing the nipples with his thumbs, she reached between their two bodies to wrap her fingers around his rigid, thick cock.
His body was so hard, his muscles so well-defined that she could trace the outline with her fingers. The hair on his chest was soft over the chiseled planes beneath it and all made more enticing by the heat that rose from him.
They tumbled onto the bed, barely taking time to strip back the covers. She lay beneath him, his fingers braceleting her wrists, holding her in place so she was literally immobilized beneath him. Rather than frightening, it made her nipples peak and the walls of her pussy tingle in anticipation.
Heat blazed in his eyes as he raked them over her naked body while his hands touched her everywhere. At each stroke of his fingers, another fire ignited until she was squirming with need. She tried to reach between them to find his jutting cock again, but he brushed her hand away.
“Too close,” he rasped.
He swirled his tongue around her nipples, grazing them with his teeth before trailing his tongue down her body to her shockingly heated sex. She hadn’t been with anyone in so long she’d almost forgotten what it was like, but apparently her body woke up in a hurry.
Nudging her thighs apart, he settled himself between them and bent his head to lap greedily at the wet folds of her sex. Each stroke of his tongue ignited more flames, awoke more nerves. Her inner walls fluttered, seeking something to fill her greedy channel, seeking his cock that was so hot as it brushed against her skin. She had never been this aroused before, this hot, her body this needy.
“I can’t wait,” he panted. “I have to be inside you right now. Next time will be slower, I promise.”
He grabbed one of the condoms he’d dumped on the nightstand and rolled it on with hands that shook slightly. Then bending her legs back so she was wide open to him, he drove into her, filling every inch of her. She was grateful she was so wet that she could take him easily.
He stared intently into her eyes, hunger blazing in his, then set up a rhythm that was unrelenting and fast. But she was ready. Oh, more than ready, a shock after going for so long without. He pounded into her, his movement almost frenzied.
“Look at me,” he growled, desperation in his voice.
She lifted her gaze to lock with his, mesmerized by the heat smoldering in those deep blue eyes.
“I can’t hold off much longer.”
“Don’t…hold back,” she gasped, the orgasm already rolling up from deep inside her.
“Let go,” he told her.
And she did.
They exploded together, an upsurge of volcanic proportions, her inner walls quaking with spasms as they gripped his shaft, milking him again and again.
Then they were done.
He collapsed forward on his elbows, doing his best to catch his breath while studying her face as if memorizing every inch of it.
Sierra had no idea how long they lay there like that, too weak, she was sure, to even move. Finally, he eased himself from her body, pinching the condom closed and moved into the bathroom to dispose of it. Then he crawled into bed next to her, pulling her body against his and…
Sierra’s eyes flew open again, and the rest of the night came flooding back. They’d had sex so many different ways she was surprised they’d gotten any sleep. The connection was so spectacular it shocked the hell out of her. And with everything they’d done, why wasn’t she more tired this morning?
Morning! It was morning?
Holy hell, she had to get out of here. She had urgent business to take care of.
Stay, her body screamed. This guy is a keeper.
Keeper? How could she even think about that with desperation and disaster like twin devils beating on her head. And god only knew what he thought of her, blubbering all over him then falling into bed with him the way she had, with no holds barred. None. Just completely unrestrained sex.
Good lord. What the hell had she been thinking?
Jeremy. How had she let herself forget about Jeremy and his looming deadline and fall into bed with a total stranger?
A hot stranger.
Well, maybe it was all the unrelenting stress she’d been dealing with. Maybe it was because she didn’t know him and had no intentions of anything beyond this one night, but still, no excuse. She probably should have worried that he was a killer or something, but then she thought, no, a killer wouldn’t make sixteen kinds of erotic love to her.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Enough of that. She had to get out of here. The clock was running out on her brother, and she had only one option left to her. She’d saved it for last because she’d hoped like hell one of the attorneys would come through for her. She blessed the anonymous person who had called late one night and left a message for her to reach out to Senator Alicia Kane.
Of course, if Senator Kane had used these people, they must charge both arms and legs. Sierra had money but not that much, especially after attorney after attorney had drained it with legal fees that had accomplished nothing.
She’d borrow it if she had to, because if that didn’t work, she was out of options.
Looking frantically around the room, she saw her clothes draped over the back of a chair with her purse on the table next to it. Obviously, he’d folded them, because she remembered ripping them off last night and tossing them aside so fast they’d looked like refugees from a windstorm. Heat crept up her entire body as she remembered her reaction to him and the things they’d done.
Where was he, the stranger who she’d fucked her brains out with?
No, not really a stranger, not after the things they’d done together. And she knew his name, right? At least his first name. Eagle. Well, he looked like one with the white streak down his hair. A duffel bag sat beside the chair where her clothes lay, and a laptop sat on the desk. But where was he?
Then from behind the closed bathroom door, she heard the sound of the shower running.