Bad Boy's Baby Part 56

"One chance, Shay." Zach's voice was the whipped, creamy topping to my mocha grace. "That's all I ask."

"You're my step-brother."

"Baby, no one's gonna see the family resemblance."

His lips touched mine. Tenderly. More a question for me to answer than a permission for him to continue. His calloused hands touched my cheek. He was right. Together, we looked like any other couple. Dark and light, pet.i.te and strong, timid and flirty.

I knew what I wanted.

I also knew it was quite possibly the worst idea I had since the day I antagonized my advisor.

But now-with the lights low and Zach's touch, his gentle kiss and my horrid day-a little attention sounded good.

Right.

Perfect with him.

Besides, my body wouldn't have listened to my head anyway. Not after he touched me.

Held me.

Pulled me into his lap.

I groaned and almost exposed everything I tried to keep hidden from him. So much for scolding myself into chast.i.ty. If a kiss revealed my deepest desires, then the flick of my tongue invited him into my darkest fantasies, tied his a.s.s to a chair, and whispered every naughty secret I ever imagined into his ear.

I straddled his lap, threading my fingers behind his neck. His hair, blonde and buzzed, tickled under my touch. During our one night together, our time was experienced in frantic and desperate intensity. We didn't savor or explore. Each second spent parted from the other was a pleasure lost.

I had no idea I'd eventually end up in his lap again. I never expected the warmth of his lips on my throat. I hadn't hoped for his powerful fingers to unb.u.t.ton my blouse.

I dreamed of him. Of parts of him. Of the greatest fullness and most deliberate l.u.s.t ever gifted to me.

And now? I had him again. And he was the man I remembered.

Strong. Charming.

And-above all else...

Hard.

I ground my hips against his waist. The thickness in his pants had absolutely no give, just as solid as any of the marble columns supporting the mansion. I was no better. Every part of me burned for him. A heat built in my belly, and I ached-actually whimpered-to feel this man over me.

The blouse opened. Zach brushed it off my shoulders. His huge hands pressed against my waist. He kissed the timid peek of my shoulder as the shirt fell to the ground. His lips caressed over the soft darkness of my skin. My bra's strap slipped. His fingers worked the other.

The material fell away with a skilled squeeze of his hand against the clasp. I straightened as my b.r.e.a.s.t.s bared. He stared at the little chocolate buds that tightened under his attention.

"So beautiful."

His words m.u.f.fled as he took a nipple into his mouth. He suckled hard against my breast, as if I'd dare to take them away from him. The sensation rocked me to my core. I mewed, clenching at his shoulders. I puffed my chest out, offering him the rest. The dark caramel of my skin pressed against his pale cheek. G.o.d, we looked so good together.

"Christ, Shay, you have no idea what you do to me."

I wiggled against the straining beast throbbing in his jeans. "I have an idea."

"You have a preview." He grinned. "My nickname is flattering, but it doesn't do me justice."

"What should I call you then?"

G.o.d, he was strong. In a single movement, he stood and rested me against the couch. He kneeled between my legs, his fingers aimed for my skirt. The waistband tugged down.

"Call me Desire. Pleasure." He winked. "Gifted. Take your pick."

I never would have swallowed such a line if I hadn't experienced him before. I remembered what his smart mouth could do to that crest, where he gloated and teased with warm breath and warmer words.

"You don't believe me?" He asked.

His kisses layered over the hem of my panties. I swallowed. "I believe you."

"Are you sure? You sound hesitant."

I didn't need to wear the little lacey panties to work, but the red, tempting silk was selected just for this moment. I prepared for the split second where I dropped both my guard and my pants and decided to let what happen, happen with no regrets and perfect bliss to guide me.

"No hesitations," I said. The panties peeled down. Too slow. I whined. "I'll call you whatever you want."

"Let's start with...Generous."

His eyes flashed a mischievous green. The panties rolled over my legs, and he spread my thighs. Two weeks ago, I might have fought him. I might have covered my slit with my hand, hiding the slickened and puffy folds from his view. But Zach rewarded me for being so forward. With gentle, tender, agonizingly slow kisses, he trailed a path of excitement from my navel and lower.

"Jesus f.u.c.k, you're so G.o.dd.a.m.ned beautiful." Zach's words m.u.f.fled between kisses, his lips drawing ever closer to that sensitive, waiting, aching spot. "All dark and bare. You have no idea how long I've waited to taste you again."

About as long as I had been dying to feel it. I squirmed, hoping he'd get the message.

Zach grinned. "Tell me you want me, Shay."

No indecision. "I want you."

"Tell me you've been thinking about it."

Every waking moment. "Zach, please."

"Ask me to do it."

"Please lick me, Zach."

"If I didn't know how freaky you could get..." His eyebrow rose as his mouth lowered just above where I needed it the most. "I'd think you were being shy."

"I am shy," I whispered. "You do something crazy to me."

"You never have to hold back with me, baby. I'll give you everything you can take."

I believed him. My hips bucked as a single lick of his tongue traced every fold of my slit. He groaned. My head lowered, resting against the soft leather of the couch.

He dove forward, surging into my aching core and licking, lapping, tasting the slickness that shamed me-revealed me-in his presence.

I couldn't hide how much I wanted Zach. And I couldn't convince myself that it was a bad idea because he was my step-brother or because he had a nickname that proved his d.a.m.ning reputation.

But right now? With my legs spread wide, his pale fingers digging into my dark thighs, the flick of his pink tongue against my waiting petals...he treated me like I was the first, only, and last woman he would ever touch.

The trace of his lips along my sensitive skin rolled wave after wave of shivers through my core. I wound up, tight, jerking my hips in the imaginary rhythm of his c.o.c.k. My p.u.s.s.y clenched. I wanted something more than his tender kisses on the outside of my slit.

I needed him inside me.

With me.

Holding me.

"Zach-"

"You have no patience, baby." His smile grew. He licked his lips. He licked me off his lips. "I like that."

I didn't have time to respond. He dove between my legs, spread me wide enough to reveal everything, and aimed right for that perfect b.u.t.ton that I'd grazed with my fingers this morning in the shower. I fantasized about this moment, this naughtiness, this desire.

Zach was better than any of my dirty little thoughts. His tongue flattened against my c.l.i.t, lapping me up with long, forceful strokes. He watched how badly my body trembled for him. Each lick bound me tighter, cramping me from the inside out. My fingers clenched against the leather of the couch.

His lips captured my c.l.i.t.

He suckled.

One. Two. Three deep strokes of his sucking and pressing pleasure, and every single problem and conflict, humiliation and pain, concern and fear of my day evaporated in an instant. My life faded into the tiniest, smallest, most concentrated pinp.r.i.c.k of sensation. He drew a long lap against my slit, and the world exploded, reformed with shudders and lit with the stars that blinded my vision.

"Zach!" I thought I shouted. My voice cradled in a whisper. I shook and twisted. He didn't release me. "Wait! I can't-"

He didn't believe me. His lips unsealed from the little swollen nub he so expertly flicked and tormented. The draw of his tongue lowered, finding my entrance and savoring the slickness that overwhelmed my slit, my thighs, my core.

G.o.d, I would have been so embarra.s.sed had I not needed to feel his mouth so badly.

I wove my fingers behind his head. He liked that. So did I. I pulled him close and held him to my aching slit, my lips moving in silent prayer as his tongue entered the tightness that needed something much more than his devouring lick.

I wanted something bigger.

Thicker.

Hard.

No wonder he had the nickname. No woman could resist the clenching emptiness so near his dusty scent, the p.r.i.c.kle of his chin's stubble against the soft folds between her legs, the hum of his excitement as he suckled and tempted her desire.

"Please..." I whispered. "Please..."

"You want me?"

"G.o.d, yes."

"You sure?"

I nodded. I released his hair if only to rub my own body, to ease whatever heat ached inside me. I held my beasts and squeezed. Who knew how wanton and terrible it looked, but Zach stoked the outside of his jeans, teasing the bulge waiting for me.

This was more than a simple one-night stand.

This was the beginning of something...different. Complicated. Absolutely messy and risky and probably the worst decision of my life.

But Zach made bad decisions feel right, turned complications into an adventure, and forged an unrepentant desire.

Worse...he made the forbidden seem forgivable.

"Take me," I said. "f.u.c.k me. I want to be yours."

If only for one night.

Zach's grin wasn't the boyish charm he lathered over me. This was a man's excitement, a hunter's mark, a waving flag to begin the race...even if I thought I headed in the wrong direction.

He popped the b.u.t.ton on his jeans, removing the little foil packet before kicking them away.

"SEALs are like boy scouts?" I didn't fault his a.s.sumption. I was glad he had the foresight, even with the pill I popped every morning.

"Just wishful thinking."

He pulled me to the end of the couch, but I stopped him before he spread my legs. I slid to the floor and pushed him to sit instead.

"Oh, f.u.c.k, Shay."

He didn't have time to protest or ask for anything more. I hadn't tasted his c.o.c.k in weeks. There was only so much a girl could take, especially when he teased me with it every d.a.m.n day.

His c.o.c.k throbbed in my hand. I curled my fingers over it. They couldn't touch over his shaft. A thin tease of arousal trickled from the tip. I greedily lapped it up, watching as Zach collapsed against the couch, hands behind his head. His c.o.c.k twitched.

He tasted so good. Looked so good. Every muscle in his body tensed as my lips lowered over his c.o.c.k. I drew him in deep, pumping with my hand to watch the quiver of his hardened abs with the teasing tug. He groaned as I swallowed as much of his length as I could, which wasn't nearly enough. We both knew it. My body superheated at the thought of stuffing every last inch of him within me. He hardened even more.

My lips popped from the head. I lazily licked the underside, feeling the heat rushing through the most beautiful c.o.c.k I had ever seen. He curled his fingers in my hair and drew me away.

"Got something better for you," he said.

I believed him. The foil packet ripped open as I settled over his lap. He hadn't expected me to get on top, but I didn't trust him not to screw around. I needed him. I needed it. My body trembled with shivers so painful I feared I'd collapse on his chest and weep. He let me take control, repeating his profanity as I lowered myself onto his slick c.o.c.k.

The head nudged at my entrance. I held my breath and wiggled.

Bigger than I remembered So much bigger.

But absolutely perfect.

I sunk down and forced my body to take all of him in a single, deliberate, beautiful thrust. My gasp threaded into a shocked mew. Zach's whisper was the same. His hands clutched at my hips, fingers digging into my skin too roughly. I didn't care.