HOTNESS! This chapter is dedicated to a certain someone who has a perfectly tuned sex radar, lol! You know who you are?
Misconceptions pt. 10
Natalie rushed down the hall and made it halfway down the stairs before she stopped in her tracks. She clutched the envelope that he had given her, and now all she had to do was leave. He gave her the name. He gave it to her. She stared at it, almost as though the answer would shine through the paper, and then turned and headed back to his room.
He was on the other side of this door. She wanted to leave and go after whomever was behind her attacks, and she wanted to do it alone just like always. It's been her against the world for as long as she could remember, with a little Rex thrown in once in awhile. He gave her the damn name! She didn't steal it or cheat him out of it, but she couldn't stop his voice from taunting her. ...why are you here?... It was for information. His mother had warned her away, but that wasn't all she said, which was ridiculous! She wasn't in love with the guy. Lust, maybe? That was different.
Her heart continued to pound as she stood outside his room, staring at the sealed wood in confusion. He was a cop and he was running the investigation that could put her in prison. He was arrogant, and manipulative, and oh-so tempermental! He's insulted her time and time again, thinking her a lowly whore, a criminal - a liar! She looked at the envelope one more time. He also believed in her when no one else would or could. He helped her when she reported her assault, and has fought with every single person in this damn town for her. She turned the knob and walked back inside without an invitation.
She spotted his feet on the table while he stretched across his couch, seemingly oblivious to the intrusion? She scanned the room again - papers and beer bottles everywhere. He was in a lot of pain. His meanness proved it. So leave! her mind cried, even as she walked around to face him.
He stared at her but didn't speak. What did she want from him now? He reluctantly sat up and waited.
Natalie stood perfectly still. There was no more denying it. Yes, she wanted her name, but that's not what really brought her to his doorstep. He was hurting and alone, and she had a whole lot of experience with that. The look on his face at the restaurant? That was why she was here now. Her hand released the unopened envelope, and it flopped back to its spot on the table. She saw the emotion in his powerful eyes. "Are you going to be alright?" she finally asked, breathing deeply. He stood, and her heart stopped all together.
They both moved at the same time. Their mouths fused, gliding smoothly over each other, and she no longer cared about anything other than the man who was driving her crazy.
John wanted this. He dreamt about her. He grabbed her waist and yanked her against him, needing to feel her curves. She was sculpted perfectly, so sexy. Her hands were clutching his tank top and stretching it, and he wanted them to roam. His tongue took control of their kiss quickly, delving deeply. He sighed, recognizing her flavour. He remembered. Bending slightly, he wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her closer, and he moaned. Her hands were wrapping themselves in his hair.
Natalie felt her feet lift from the floor, and she actually swooned. He grabbed her head while kissing her thoroughly, and she did the same. He wasn't close enough. He could never be close enough. Her body slid slowly downward, rubbing as it went, and the contact was a living hell! He was hard and strong, and his heat touched her. "John?" she mumbled, against his lips. He pulled away, staring at her with a desire that was so pure and true. She couldn't think, but she could feel. Her hand pressed against his chest, taking in the rapid beat of his heart before sinking lower. Her breath was raging - blowing against his hovering mouth. His eyes were holding her captive. Her fingers stopped at the hem of his undershirt, and then they were lifting the material high and removing the barrier of cloth.
John let her undress him, tossing the tank onto the couch at their side. His mind was screaming at him to walk away, but he already knew that he wouldn't. His mind wasn't in control anymore, not when it came to this woman. He grabbed her head, losing his fingers in her thick, red locks. His only recourse was to hope that she was stronger than he was. "This is a mistake, Natalie."
"A big one." She couldn't look away from him, and she couldn't leave. She just didn't want too. Slowly, she pressed her lips to his chest, kissing him chastely over the smooth skin. She stopped and hovered over his nipple, bathing him with hot breath, and then she touched him with her tongue. The sound of his soft hiss filled her ears, making her smile. She found herself lost in his eyes again as he held her away, staring hard. Her blood raced wildly through her buzzing veins.
"I could lose my job if I sleep with you. I could lose more than that." He needed the truth to be out there so she knew that if this happened it wouldn't be casual, not for him and not for her. He watched and waited for her reaction.
Natalie knew exactly what he was trying to tell her. She should leave now for both their sakes, but her legs wouldn't work. They were rooted to the ground, and his dangerous proximity was wreaking havoc on her nerves. Every single reason why she needed to steer clear of this man flooded her mind, but not one of them got her feet to move. Finally, she decided that there really was no decision to make. It had been made a long time ago, and now there was no more room to run. She ran her fingers over his muscled torso, feeling her way to his belt. The leather pulled easily from the loop, and she continued to stare. "Are you going to stand there all night McBain?" she asked, teasing him with the soft, seductive tone in her voice. "Or are you going to make a really big mistake?"
He grinned for that split second it took for him to take her mouth under his. He kissed her with a staggering hunger, thanking God that she came back when she did. He pushed closer, feeling her cling with a strength of her own. He tore from her and forcibly travelled her neck, wetting her with his hot lips and tongue while he moved. He tasted her slowly, and a little desperately. He heard her noises as they bubbled into the air, and it made his muscles tighten fiercely. Her effect would probably frighten him if he could think straight.
Natalie didn't know it was possible to want something this badly? She bent backwards, granting him greater access to her neck, and closed her eyes while she wrapped herself around him. She was going to bust into flame! He sank to his knees and she followed his lead, still kissing his glorious mouth with everything in her. She blinked, and found herself on her back. He pinned her to the flat, brown carpet with his weight, while he molded to her everywhere. She sighed into his seductive mouth.
John broke their kiss long enough to get a look at her. She was beyond tempting as she lay beneath him, stretched on his floor with her swollen lips. He kissed her again, slipping his tongue deep inside her mouth. Her groan sent shivers down his bare back, and the feel of her nails on his skin made him ache. He slid his palms along the soft, smooth skin of her delicious legs. Her skirt was no match for his persistence, and he quickly disappeared beneath the silky cloak. He touched her thighs and her hips. He took his time and explored her stomach and ribs, inching ever higher.
Natalie was out of her mind now. She couldn't begin to understand how she had so quickly succumbed to her body, and what he was doing to it? A simple caress made her quiver and long for him. He stopped kissing her, and she struggled a bit, but managed to open her eyes. He was watching her and breathing heavily through an open mouth. She affected him too, that was good. Natalie bit her lip and touched his face, allowing her hands to glide over his broad shoulders and strong biceps. He was as hot as the sun. She leaned forward and took his mouth with aggression, smiling when he responded in kind.
He couldn't control himself, not with her. There was no control left. He kissed her hard, probably harder than he should, and flattened her to the ground. Then he somehow managed to pull back again. His legs straddled her and climbed to her hips, and he watched helplessly while she placed her delicate fingers on his thighs. They moved on their own, finding the top of his jeans, and she was unlatching the button and pulling on the zipper. John closed his eyes for a second when she did that. It nearly ended him. He blew out a quick breath and found her wide eyes, and continued to push the material of her dress upward, exposing her chest.
She was ensnared by those haunting eyes. She could feel him lifting the black, slinky material over her curves, but finally grabbed it and tossed it away with impatience. He was studying her body with such interest, and her temperature shot another couple degrees higher. The strapless bra that had hidden itself below her outfit was inconsequential. He bent lower and tasted the tops of her exposed breasts, and then got much more aggressive. He used his tongue and his teeth. He tormented her while feasting slowly on what was laid bare to him. His hand unhooked the garment with ease, and she sighed when an arm slipped beneath her back. It hoisted her up, closer to his hot, wet mouth, and she moaned low and loud. His tongue was playing with her nipple, driving her to madness.
John hovered overhead, tasting her everywhere he could. He sat up and hit the coffee table with his shoulder. It was much too close. They were wedged between the table and the couch, and he knew that space was definitely a necessary requirement. So he grabbed the leg of the table and threw it, sending it and its contents across the room with a bang. The surprised look on her face made him burn, and he grinned. She grabbed his hips, forcing him lower, and he cried out when her sweet hand slipped into his pants and circled him, tugging. "Mmm..Nat?" He couldn't take much more.
She was tired of all the foreplay. "We've been dancing around each other for awhile now, John." She released him long enough to push at his pants. "Stop wasting time, Agent." She saw the fire that sparked in his dazzling eyes, and knew that he wasn't going to fight her anymore.
John pulled at the tiny piece of cloth that she called underwear, and tossed it aside. He removed his jeans, with urgent assistance from Natalie, and then reached under and grabbed her ass, sinking into her hot, tight body. "Mm...my God!" He closed his eyes against the overwhelming sensation. She was killing him.
"Uhh! ..ffff..please?" she begged, needing him to move. She just needed him. He was stretching her and making her die a little, desperate for more of his heat and strength. His love? He began to rock and she bit his shoulder. "That's it," she encouraged, feeling herself get lost.
John felt her legs surround his waist and grip him with tremendous power. He rose onto his arms and looked at her, continuing to gyrate his hips. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling, sucking in oxygen with each smooth pump. She clamped down on her lip and moaned, and he felt her contract against him, nearly pushing him over the edge. She finally opened her eyes, and it was too much. He sank lower, kissing her with everything he had to spare, and he wrapped his hands into the soft spirals on her head. She twisted against him. "uuuhhh..mmy..GOD!" he shouted, as his arms circled her tiny frame.
Natalie felt the first stirrings of heaven. She squeezed him everywhere she could, inside and out, and screamed when he lifted her from the floor and placed her in his lap. She opened her eyes and sucked in loud breath after breath, melting under the intensity of his gaze. He was unlike any lover, because he knew exactly when to push and when to give her control. Right now she wanted to be pushed. Hard. He kissed her and grabbed her scalp, while pumping her from below. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and she cried out again when he sucked on her tongue. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but in the end couldn't because she was helpless against the orgasm that gripped her with fierce abandon. Her body exploded into a big ball of light, heating her, and she was sure, the entire world with it. "uh..JOHN! JOHN!" He wasn't stopping, and neither were the waves of ecstasy that were ripping through her, owning her.
He wasn't sure which was the bigger torment, striving for the orgasm or experiencing it? He clutched at her while she lost control, snapping and taking him along for the ride. Her whole body tensed, but she was still so soft. He was deep, deep inside, and could feel a wet heat surrounding and burning him - branding him with erotic precision. His cock ached, and teased him with every stroke. His hips began to pick up speed, along with his desperation and need, and he grunted into her ear as he moved. She wasn't releasing him. It was agony.
Do I even have anything left? her mind pondered, finding its way back to earth and this man. It took some time, but she managed to look at his face and see the strain that her release was causing. There were tight lines around his eyes and mouth. He was staring back, breathing against her face as they continued to inflict this torture on one another. She kissed him and he automatically responded, but it was frantic, and she needed to slow things down. Her body was still recovering. Her tongue snaked out against his and glided with intent, forcing an easier rhythm for them both.
He let her wind his taut body down with that kiss. His hips followed, and then he watched her as she smiled at him with such honesty. His heart expanded at that look, making him feel secure in something that should terrify him to his very core. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed, and he placed small, gentle kisses on her cheeks and lips. She was salty with sweat, and he felt her hand as it slid into his hair and tugged. Slow was beginning to take its toll.
She had wanted to calm the storm that was raging between them, but his careful touches were making her want to rage all over again. She put her mouth against his ear. "Harder John," she implored, running her nails over his wide back and digging in just a little. "Make me scream."
He snapped then, determined to do just that. In a single instant, he tore into her with such power and hightened-sensiblility. He pushed her the way she wanted to be pushed, and nipped her jaw when she violently slammed her body down on him. He speared her, and it was beyond exhilerating! His hands found her hair again, and he pressed her spine into the carpet, grinding with brutal force. He closed his eyes as he approached his own personal heaven. Her cries on his slick skin were leading the way, helping him to climb higher. He thought he heard her name tumbling from his lips, but couldn't be sure? Not when the sounds of his heartbeat and the roar of his blood were drowning out the rest of the world. Her hands were on his ass, silently begging for him to keep fucking her, and he had no choice but to listen. Her nails were in his skin again, burning as they made their mark, as they made him hers in a very real way. He searched her out one last time, basking in the pleasure that shone back. Then he finally found the release he was seeking. It was swift and intense, and shook them both from head to toe.
Natalie bit her lip and rode out the sensations that made her lose every scrap of herself. He let it all go, and she took a deep breath as he shot deep inside her, warming her everywhere. She felt wave after wave, and then braced for one last ride. It began slow, but quickly picked up speed, flooding her senses and making her pulse. She clenched against that part of him that was still buried deep in her core, shattering her soul. Air was a thing of the past, and she was certain that she no longer needed it. Her hands tingled and she let them go slack, easing up on his poor beaten flesh. She listened to her heartbeat as it faded, slowing to a normal rhythm.
John lay atop her for several moments, waiting for his strength to return. He didn't know how long he waited, but he knew that he never wanted to move from this spot. He lifted himself, ignoring the shivers that her fingers were causing as they moved over his lower back. Her eyes were bright, and they were waiting for him. He swallowed, unable to keep the boyish grin from his face. She matched it. He lifted her from the floor and carried her to his bed, sliding in beside her and pulling her closer for warmth. They didn't speak right away, but rather stared, facing one another and lightly petting in safe exploration.
John tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "That certainly complicates things," he finally voiced, keeping her pinned under his intense stare.
She smiled softly. "Those are the kind of complications a girl could live with."
He grinned too.