Secret Desire(50)

“This sounds like your issue. I’m not the one with the downtown lifestyle. Don’t make me out to be some bum. If you want to work sixty-hour power weeks, fine. Go ahead. I want to write. I’m not discussing this anymore. Not tonight. Thanks for reading my work and letting me know what you think.” She bent down and snatched her writing. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Where are you going? It’s late.”

“Where do you think?”

Her sister’s eyes widened and for a second she thought she was going to say something. Something very mean. To her credit, Fran didn’t say a word, but Claire could imagine the wheels were spinning inside her sister’s head. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.



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Claire didn’t stop until she stood in front of Dustin’s door, ringing the bell. Jasper barked inside, footsteps grew louder, and the door opened.

“I was just thinking about you.” He pulled her inside.

Her heart skipped a beat, several beats. He was freshly showered and clean-shaven. She inhaled his scent—it was pure bliss. She inhaled again, decompressing and letting go of her frustration and anger.

“You smell incredible.” Claire imagined having his scent on her skin. All she wanted was to fall into his arms and close her eyes.

His lips against her mouth infused her with red-hot desire. The feel of him was delicious. She didn’t want to think about her sister. She reached out and lifted his shirt, running her hands over his warm, muscular cuts and grooves. His hands were at her zipper. They didn’t need to speak. Off came her sandals. She shimmied out of her pants and pulled off her shirt. She came back at him, unzipping his pants. She grazed his short curling hair with her fingertips.

“Commando?” She dipped her fingers lower.

“I was hoping for a visitor tonight?” He inhaled sharply. She tightened her fingers over his erection.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped free of his jeans. His hands pushed the satin straps down from her shoulders. He unhooked her bra, and she let it drop to the floor. They stood with a heap of clothes at their feet. She shivered yet was warmed as he cupped the under swell of her breasts. His erection bumped against her abdomen. The sensual feel of him grazing her skin made her grow moist. She wanted him buried inside her and at the same time wanted to feel his mouth sucking her hard.

“Do you know what I want?” She stroked his cock up and down.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to kiss my face. I’ll close my eyes so you can sweep your tongue over my lids, your breath a caress. I want you to leave a trail of bites and kisses down my neck. You’ll stop and suck the same spot you did the last time as your hands squeeze my breasts.” She touched her neck showing him. He nodded mutely, his lips parted.

“You’ll keep kissing my skin, making love to my body with your mouth. Suckle each breast and nipple until you’re dripping. I want to taste you before you bind yourself in a condom. I want to suck you as your tongue is between my legs. You’ll suck me hard and push your tongue inside me. I want us almost to come together and then we’ll stop. Can we do that tonight?” She wanted to repeat last night, lose herself in him, not think about tomorrow.

“My God, yes.” He pulled her toward the stairs. “Wait.” He bent down in front of her and removed her panties and tossed them into the pile of their clothes. “Just so we know where to find them.”

His words were heated on her skin. She ran her fingers through his hair as he knelt before her. He pressed his mouth on her navel and tongued her. His mouth moved over her abdomen, his tongue swirling filigree designs across her flesh, teasing and tormenting her. She grew wet between her legs. He blew a mouthful of air at her sex and she closed her eyes, a chill shaking her body. She wanted to fuck him right here and now. Never had she felt like this, where nothing else in the world mattered except fulfilling her desire.

“Dustin, I—” He buried his mouth against her and darted his tongue into her cleft. She whimpered.

He stood and picked her up, taking several steps at a time. Inside his bedroom, he spread her on the bed. He lit several candles around the room. He came back to her, his erection stood straight up, ruddy with a drop of moisture glistening at the tip.

“This is where I want you.” She licked her lips and touched herself, showing him the swollen bud that waited for his mouth. His gaze followed the movement of her fingers and he came down on the bed next to her.

He brushed her hair off her face. “Close your eyes.”

Just as she asked, he swept his lips and tongue over and around her face. He sucked her lips, at a time. She reached out to him, her hands memorizing his body, the texture of his skin. His mouth found the pulse point on her neck and when he sucked, bright lights flashed behind her eyes, starbursts of color, and she cried out. His hands were on her breasts, plucking her nipples. His mouth followed and she moved her hands down her own body.