Double Dating with the Dead by Karen Kelley (best fiction novels to read .txt) 📗

He slid his fingers from her shorts. When he glanced up, he saw the look of panic on her face. “Don’t worry, we’re just getting started. I don’t care who comes through the front door, either. We are going to have sex. Lots of sex.”

Lightning ripped through the sky, followed by the boom of thunder. The lights went off. The candles were still on the counter and on the table.

“Don’t move.”

She didn’t speak, but he knew she would still be there when he returned. One thing he’d learned about her was that she didn’t run away.

After he’d lit three of the candles, he returned to her. Damn, she was even more alluring as the flickering light played over her features. And she wasn’t embarrassed by her nudity. She sat there, bare-chested, on the counter. Perfectly shaped breasts, the nipples tight, ready for him to give them more of his attention. He intended to do just that.

She squirmed. It was barely noticeable, but he caught it. Anticipation could be a powerful aphrodisiac.

Trent didn’t hurry as he poured more wine into his glass and took a leisurely drink. “I want to see all of you,” he said, his words echoing in the cavernous room. He set the glass on the counter and tugged on her shorts. She raised her hips. Shorts and panties came off together.

She sucked in a breath. “The counter’s cold.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll heat you soon enough.” His gaze moved downward. “Spread your legs.”

Another slight hesitation, then she opened her legs wide. He stepped closer, staring at the dark curls, the flesh poking out at him. Very slowly, he tilted the glass and let the wine run over her breasts, down her stomach. It puddled between her legs.

“That’s good wine you’re wasting,” she said, words trembling.

“Oh, I don’t plan on wasting a drop.” To prove his point, he licked the wine from between her breasts, flicking his tongue over each nipple.

She closed her eyes, arching toward him, silently begging for more. For a moment, he could only stare at the picture of pure passion that she presented. As if sensing his gaze upon her, she opened her eyes.

“I want to see you,” she said, her words filled with desire.

“Are you going to drink wine from my body?” Man, the vision that brought forth was almost enough to make him come.

She reached forward and unbuttoned his shirt. “You think I won’t?” She tilted her head to the side. “You think I haven’t been dreaming about you? Had a few fantasies of my own? I want you just as much as you want me, and it’s been way too long since I’ve had really hot sex.”

The psychic had become the seductress. She was like a cat as she languidly stretched her body toward his so she could reach each button.

And he liked the way she purred. “Okay, then I guess this would be a truce?”

She grinned and shook her head. “Oh, no, we’re still at odds with each other, but that doesn’t mean we can’t come together now and then…and I plan on coming quite a few times tonight.” She jerked his shirt down his arms. “Just don’t underestimate me.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that. I think we both know where we stand.”

She slid her fingers into his jeans and jerked the button loose. “Good. Then let’s stop talking. I want you.”

“Not talk?” He shook his head as he moved her hands and stripped out of his pants and briefs. “I plan on telling you exactly what I want to do—right before I do it. Right now I’m thirsty, and I want to lick every bit of that wine from your breasts. Then I’m going to lay you back on the counter, and I’m going to lick it from between your legs.”

She moaned.

“At least give me a few seconds to enjoy the sight of you standing naked in front of me.” She reached her hand forward and scraped her fingernails lightly down his erection. His dick quivered. She smiled.

Trent had her number. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Not that he could very well hide his reaction. He’d let her play later, though.

“Soon enough,” he told her.

Yeah, he was greedy. He wanted to enjoy her body first.

He cupped her breasts, and she melted against him. He wasn’t as gentle this time as he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. Damn, he liked the way her body responded to his touch.

Grabbing a hand towel, he tossed it down behind her. It would protect her a little from the cold counter. Then he laid her back. She was very compliant. He smiled. Her body needed what he could give her, what he planned to give her. She was practically on fire as she waited for him to touch her again.

Her breathing was ragged, tiny little puffs of air as she lay before him, completely naked, her legs spread in invitation.

He ran his hands over her breasts, barely skimming them before moving down her ribs, trailing his fingers over her, tickling her stomach.

She moaned, her legs opening wider.

Damn, it was all he could do to keep from lowering his head and tasting her sex.

But not yet.

He trailed his fingers down her thighs, then back up, over the top edge of her mound, down each side, close to her curls but not touching them.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what?” His words were husky with restrained emotion.

“Touch me…there.”

“Where? Here?” He ran his finger over her sex ever so lightly.

She arched her hips. “Yes, there. Right there.”

“I want to taste you,” he said.

“Please, Trent. I can’t stand any more. You’re torturing me.”

“Ah, but what sweet torture it is.” He lowered his head, his tongue scraping over her sex. She cried out; his dick throbbed. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. He wanted to plunge inside her, let her moist heat surround him.

Not yet.

He’d have his release soon.

But not yet.

First he wanted to taste her,