Текст книги "Kissing Her Crazy"

Автор книги: Kira Archer

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“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing. I just want to make sure you’re really up for this. Because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.”

Her confusion evaporated, replaced by that look a woman gets when she knows the guy is putty in her hands. Well, not putty. Something longer and infinitely harder.

She rocked on him again, and his breath hissed through his clenched teeth. She leaned forward, her lips moving over his as she spoke. “I hope you can hold out at least long enough so I can get you out of these clothes.”

He pulled back, his heart beating against his ribs hard enough to hurt. His whole being screamed at him to keep his damn mouth shut and accept what was being offered like a good little boy. But he wanted no mistakes here. Lena wasn’t some one-night stand he could screw and walk away from. It wouldn’t be a screw at all. The words “making love” floated through his head, and for the first time he actually meant it.

“Are you sure?”

She gazed down at him. “More sure than I’ve ever been.”

She eased her hand between them and cupped him, wrapping her fingers around him through his shorts. He sucked in a breath and jerked beneath her, thrusting into her hand. She squeezed him harder, smiling against his lips.

“Oh, that’s how you want to play, huh?” he said.

Her laugh turned into a squeal when he surged up, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“The bed. I need a little room to work.”

“Wait.”

He froze.

“Do you have…in my pack…I have, you know…in case you don’t have…”

He laughed. “No worries. I’ve got a box.”

Her face fell for a second, and Elliot realized that she probably assumed he’d come to the hotel prepared to have a little fun with some random hookup.

“I made a little stop in the gift shop earlier.”

“Was I that sure of a thing?” she asked, a slight frown creasing her brow.

He kissed her forehead. “Not even close. But a guy can be hopeful,” he teased. “I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.”

Before he could say anything else, she squirmed in his arms, reaching up to pull him down for another kiss. He didn’t wait for her to say yes again.

Chapter Eight

They made it inside the bedroom, but not much farther. Lena’s legs clenched around him and Elliot sucked in a ragged breath. He spun, pressing her against the wall. His mouth worked over hers, and she moaned into his mouth. He ground his hips against her. She whimpered, desperate for more. His teeth grazed a trail down her neck.

“Ah!” she gasped, tightening her legs around him so she could press herself closer.

He groaned and kissed her again, walking them backward until his legs hit the bed.

They tumbled back, and he rolled them over so he was pressing her into the mattress, his mouth and hands stroking her into a frenzy. Her blood raced, igniting every nerve ending in her body.

He sucked at her nipple through her dress, and she struggled for breath.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his hand massaging her other breast¸ rolling the nipple between his fingers.

She flung her head back, her body twisting under the delicious torture his mouth and hands were inflicting.

“I want you,” she said, arching up so she could capture his mouth. “Inside me,” she whispered. He rocked against her again and she moaned. “Please. Now.”

“Hmm, so impatient.” He nipped at her neck. “I want you naked first.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “I want to see every inch of you trembling for me,” he breathed into her ear.

She quivered, turning her neck to give him better access. “You’re a little overdressed yourself,” she said, hungry for the sight of him.

“Very true.”

He knelt in front of her and dragged his shirt over his head. Her mouth went dry as she stared at all his muscled goodness. She sat up onto her knees so she could stroke the hard lines of his stomach. He popped the button on his shorts. In moments, those were gone, too, and she was left with no question whatsoever about how happy he was.

“Your turn,” he said.

She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her kneeling in front of him. In nothing at all.

His eyes widened as he took her in, and she was glad she hadn’t chickened out on going commando. The look on his face was worth every draft that had blown up her skirt.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.

He leaned over her, pressing her back until she was flat beneath him. He lay to the side of her, his hands playing with her breasts while he kissed her. She pressed into him, trying to get as much flesh into his hand as possible. God, it had been so long since she’d been touched like this. She’d forgotten how amazing it felt.

He stopped long enough to take a sip from a glass of half-melted ice water on his nightstand. Before she could say anything, he was back, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He leaned over and sucked at her breast. She gasped at the sensation of the ice cube swirling around her nipple. The alternating sensation of the ice and the heat from his mouth had her clawing at the sheets beneath her, panting for more.

His mouth left her breast and trailed down her body. He stopped to get another cube from the glass and then settled himself near her thighs. His hands slid up her legs, pushing them farther apart. He trailed the ice around her folds, gripping her hips to keep them still when she squirmed beneath him. The ice circled her clitoris, once, twice, before he pushed it inside her. Her heated core melted it almost instantly, leaving her tingling and desperate for his touch. The heat of his tongue replaced the cold sensation of the ice, and her hips left the bed, aching to take more of him.

He licked her in long, sure strokes, holding her hips against him so she couldn’t escape, tormenting her with every touch of his mouth.

Two could play at that game.

He was lying on his side, his head toward her feet while he feasted on her. Only fair that she do the same to him, since he’d left himself within reaching distance. All she had to do was lean forward.

He tensed and then groaned as she took him in her hand and guided him into her mouth. She sucked him in, wrapping her lips around him and taking him as deep as she could before dragging her mouth back over him, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head.

His breath hissed through his teeth, and he renewed his onslaught of her. She pressed closer to him and sucked him down harder, faster, until he thrust into her mouth with a moan.

“Fuck!”

He sat up, hauling her back beneath him and kissing her until she whimpered. The taste of her on his lips made her quiver beneath him while he drove her insane.

“Oh, God! Please,” she begged.

He ran his hand down her side, following the line of her hip to the spot where she most wanted him. He slipped a finger inside her, rubbing against that bundle of nerves. She cried out and lifted her hips, trying to bring him deeper. He slid another finger inside.

“God, you’re so wet.”

He kissed her, his tongue and fingers stroking her in tandem until that warm pressure built to a raging storm deep inside her. His mouth left hers and moved back to her breast, sucking her nipple between his lips while his fingers increased their tempo. She bucked under him, no longer thinking of anything but that delicious ache that was almost more than she could stand.

His teeth lightly grazed the sensitive bud in his mouth and she shattered. She grasped his hand, keeping his fingers deep inside her while wave after wave of her orgasm crashed over her.

He rolled over and got a condom out of the box in the nightstand, then slipped it on while she lay back and watched. Her body still convulsed in little aftershocks, her pulse pounding in her ears.

He leaned over her, kissing his way back up her body. “I want to feel you around me when you come next time,” he said.

“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her hips to try and bring him closer.

The tip of him rubbed at her entrance and she gasped, the sensation almost overwhelming with her body still trembling from the first orgasm.

He sank inside her, one slow inch at a time, and she grabbed at his back, trying to keep her nails from digging into his skin.

“Oh, God!” she said.

He eased back, retreating until he was almost all the way out, then with one thrust, filled her completely. She rose to meet him, wrapping her legs around his hips. He dragged himself out and back in again, over and over, rubbing that sweet spot that made her quake beneath him with every thrust. The pressure began to build again, deep within her. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever orgasmed twice in the same night, let alone mere minutes after the first one. Her body was still on fire from the last go around, making every stroke that much more intense.

“God, Lena,” Elliot gasped above her, his rhythm beginning to falter.

She rocked against him, meeting every thrust of his hips. One more stroke and she tensed, her muscles spasming around him from within.

He shouted his own release, plunging into her as deep as he could, once more, before the tension relaxed from his body. He rolled to the side so he wouldn’t crush her, but kept her in his arms.

He pulled her against him and placed a tender kiss on her lips. “That was…”

“Amazing. Oh my God, I think my heart is going to explode.” She laughed, dragging in huge lungfuls of air. She laid her head on his chest, loving the sound of his heart beating furiously beneath her.

He wrapped a hand around the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. “We are going to have to do that again.”

She wiggled against him, more than happy to oblige. “Yes, please.”

Elliot laughed. “Just give me a few minutes to recover.”

“Hmm, if you must,” she said, kissing his chest.

“I must.”

She sighed. “All right. I’ll be patient.”

She tried, anyway. Turned out, she wasn’t so patient. But that was okay. He recovered pretty quickly, too.

Lena looked down at Elliot, resisting the urge to give him a kiss before she slipped away. She didn’t want to wake him. But lying there, his body bare to the sunlight streaming in through the windows, made her want to run her hands all over him. Again. She shivered just remembering everything they’d done together. She tightened low in her body, and she wanted nothing more than to wake him up and do them all over again.

She needed to go get Tyler, though. He was an early riser, and she was sure he’d be looking for her. That realization was like a bucket of ice water being tossed in her face, washing all her fantasies away. The previous night had been incredible. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before or would probably experience again. Everything about it had been carved straight from her wildest fantasies. But that was all it could ever be. A fantasy.

Elliot came from a different world than her. Sure, Cher and Oz made it work somehow, but they were in the same headspace. Their backgrounds might have been different, but fundamentally, they wanted the same things out of life. The same could not be said by any stretch of the imagination about her and Elliot. He was sweet and kind and, oh God, the sex was mind-blowing. But she had a child to think about. And Elliot didn’t need to think about anything in his day-to-day life but himself. He didn’t have to be mature and responsible. He could be as carefree as he wanted. It wasn’t fair of her to expect him to change that because of one night.

Every choice she made revolved around Tyler. There really wasn’t room for anything else. She spent her days worrying about being able to pay for Tyler’s little league uniform or school lunches, not whether or not she could fit one more club in before she passed out. She was a mature adult with responsibilities Elliot would never understand. It wasn’t his fault. It was just the way it was. She wouldn’t regret their time together. In fact, it would probably end up as one of her most cherished memories. Something to take out and play with whenever life got too real and she needed a good escape. But it wasn’t reality.

Lena looked down at Elliot again, at the faint smile that still lingered on his lips. There was no need to wake him. The conversation going on in her head wasn’t one she needed to have with him. She was a vacation fling, and she was okay with that. So she’d do what flings did and slink away before things got all real and awkward.

She slipped quietly out of bed, quickly got dressed, and gathered up her binder and pack. She didn’t bother putting her shoes on. It was early enough there shouldn’t be too many people about yet, and she was only going back to her own hotel room. She did finally decide to leave a little note on the table by Elliot’s side of the bed. Despite the whole one-night stand aspect, she didn’t want him to think she’d ditched him. Then she pulled the door open and stepped into the hall, making sure the door closed quietly behind her.

She’d only taken a few steps when the door to the next suite opened. And Elliot’s parents stepped out. Lena’s face flamed bright red, the blood flooding her cheeks so quickly it made her lightheaded.

Mrs. Debusshere froze, her eyes taking in Lena’s rumpled appearance, her shoes in her hand. Elliot’s room was the only other one near them. There could be no doubt where she’d come from. His father’s gaze raked her up and down, and his face puckered in disapproval.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Debusshere.”

Neither one said anything for a second. His mother finally blinked and said, “Good morning,” in a tone so cold Lena wished she hadn’t spoken at all.

She needed to get out of there. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you later. If you’ll excuse me…”

She high-tailed it for the elevator and hit the down button. The doors dinged almost immediately, and Lena nearly sobbed in relief. She stepped inside, punched her floor and the close button five or six times, not relaxing until the doors slid shut.

What a perfectly shitty end to a perfectly wonderful night.

Chapter Nine

Elliot’s head pounded. He rolled over, his eyes squinting at the clock. Seven in the morning. Ugh. He dropped back down, burying his head into the pillows even while he reached out a hand to search for Lena.

The bed next to him was empty. He sat up, instantly wide awake.

“Lena?”

No answer. But there was a folded note on the table next to him. He flipped it open.

Went to pick up Tyler. Didn’t want to wake you. <3 L.

He put the note down. He wasn’t upset that she’d left. She had a son. Tyler, of course, took precedence, but he would have liked to have woken up with Lena still nestled beside him. Maybe next time Tyler could sleep over, too, so she wouldn’t have to leave in the morning.

Bang, bang, bang.

It wasn’t his head pounding; it was some inconsiderate idiot banging on his door. He sighed and swung his legs out of bed, grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor, and yanked them on. Halfway to the door it occurred to him what he’d just thought. That he wanted both Lena and Tyler to stay. Like some sort of happy little family campout. Where had that thought come from? If Tyler was there, Elliot and Lena certainly wouldn’t be able to do half, if any, of the deliciously amazing things they’d done the night before.

The realization that that didn’t bother him stopped him cold in his tracks. He wanted a repeat of his night with Lena. Hell, if he had his way, he and Lena would never leave his bed again. But the thought of her spending the night with no kinky hijinks involved appealed to him just as much. He’d really love to sit on the couch with her and Tyler and watch a movie or play some games and then curl up and do nothing but cuddle and sleep.

He snorted. Where the hell had the real Elliot gone?

More knocking.

“Elliot?”

He groaned. His mother. Perfect. Just who every man wanted to see after a night of mind-blowing sex.

He looked through the peephole to see if she was alone. Even better. His father was with her. So instead of spending the morning exploring Lena’s body in the sunlight, he got to deal with his parents. It was too fucking early. He needed coffee before he dealt with them. Not that that was going to be an option.

Elliot opened the door and plastered on a welcoming face. “Good morning, Mother. Dad. You guys are up early.”

He opened the door wide enough for them to enter and stood to the side. They both stalked past him, his mother looking around the room like she was expecting a cheerleading squad to be hiding behind the sofas. Sheesh, one little party gets out of hand, and she never forgets it.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you both so early?”

His mother grimaced at him. “Cut the crap, Elliot.”

Elliot’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. He’d never heard his mother use that word in his entire life. She must be seriously pissed about something.

“What have I done now?”

She set her purse on the coffee table with a little thump and then focused the full weight of her ice cold gaze on him.

“You mean who. We saw her leave, Elliot.”

He wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he reverted to his default setting. Dumb denial. “Who?”

“Don’t give us that,” his father said. “Lisa, Laura… Whatever her name is. Nathaniel’s sister.”

“He prefers to go by Oz. And his sister’s name is Lena,” Elliot said, trying to keep his tone controlled and respectful. It wouldn’t help his cause any to anger his parents. But it was painfully obvious they wouldn’t welcome a relationship between them, and that seriously pissed him off.

“I’m hardly surprised to find some random woman in your bed. There’s always a steady stream of them coming and going from your apartment,” his mother said.

Normally he’d have made some smart-ass remark or inappropriate joke. But she was referring to Lena, and he didn’t find it remotely funny.

“Lena is not some random woman.”

“I thought you’d have more sense than to get mixed up with that girl.”

Elliot focused on breathing. Yelling at his mother would get him nowhere. “That girl? What’s wrong with Lena? She’s smart, beautiful, independent, and hard working. What could you possibly have against her?”

His father snorted. “She must be incredible in bed for you to be wrapped around her little finger already.”

That’s it. “Don’t talk about her like that, Dad. She deserves some respect.”

“Respect? We just caught her slinking out of our son’s bedroom before the sun is barely up. You’ve known her what, three days? And she’s already spending the night in your bed.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Oh, yes it is. You are my son. It is most certainly my business who you let screw up your life.”

“Why do you think she’s going to screw up my life? You don’t even know her!”

“Neither do you! But I know enough to recognize a scheming little gold digger when I see one.”

“Where is all this coming from? She’s Oz’s sister. You remember Oz? He’s the one marrying your daughter in a couple days. You don’t have a problem with him, so why would you have a problem with his sister?”

His father piped up again. “We might be financing this wedding, but that doesn’t mean we entirely approve of who your sister has chosen to marry. But at least he’s gainfully employed and has a clean background. Your sister has always been somewhat of a free spirit, so we’ve been able to downplay this enough that it hasn’t totally destroyed our standing in the community. Every family has one child who doesn’t toe the line. But you are my only son. You will carry on the family name. What you do, who you spend your time with, matters. It’s time to grow up and start being a little wiser with your choices.”

The slow fire burning its way through Elliot’s gut spiked a few more degrees. If this kept up much longer, he wasn’t going to be able to keep his fury from leaking out.

“If that’s your only criteria for being trustworthy, then you shouldn’t have any problem with Lena. She’s very gainfully employed. She’s the hardest working woman I know. She not only works her ass off, but she’s an amazing mother, too.”

His mother released a very unladylike snort. “She’s a no-class nobody who got knocked up by some loser, and now she’s looking for a nice rich daddy for her offspring.”

Elliot’s mouth dropped open. “That is one of the most hateful things I’ve ever heard you say. You have no right—”

“I have every right,” his mother said, her face flushing with her anger. “You are my son. You’ve always been immature and spoiled, Elliot, but you’ve generally been careful enough to keep your conquests discreet and at least somewhat worthy of you. But this? This girl? What will it do to the family’s reputation if this got out? What about your future? Your father and I have worked our whole lives to make sure you kids had the best of everything, always. I don’t know why you and your sister are so determined to throw that all away. It’s too late for her, but it’s not for you. I will not allow you to destroy everything we’ve built for you.

“You might think it’s just some island fling, but what if she thinks it’s more? What if she ends up pregnant? Are you even taking precautions against that? I’m sure there’s nothing that girl would like more than to have a child by you. Then she’d have a lifetime claim on you.”

Elliot’s hand clenched the back of the couch, stunned and infuriated at his mother’s accusations. “You actually think that she would try to get pregnant on purpose to trap me into some settlement?”

“We know her type, Son,” his father said.

Elliot shook his head. “You don’t know anything about her. I invited her over here last night so she could help me put together some ideas for our foundation.”

His mother’s lips puckered. “You’ve proved my point.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You invited her over here to help you with a business matter, something she can’t possibly know anything about, and somehow you ended up in bed. Did you actually do any work last night? Who made the first move?”

He couldn’t answer that without playing right into his mother’s hands. Yes, Lena had made the first move, sort of. But if she hadn’t, he would have. She was not some sort of manipulative gold digger.

“As I thought.” His mother gathered up her purse, and his father stood to follow her. “Your partying ways have gone on long enough, Elliot. Get rid of this girl. Get your head on straight. It’s time to grow up and show some responsibility.”

“I’m trying to do something meaningful with my life, our foundation, but you two have shot down every idea I’ve come up with.”

His father gave him the look that made grown men piss their pants. For once, it had no effect on Elliot. There wasn’t room for anything but the anger burning its way through his veins.

“Take something seriously for once in your life, and it will be easier for us to take you seriously.”

It was all Elliot could do to keep from shouting right in his dad’s face. He refrained, barely. Somehow, screaming like a child that his daddy was being unfair didn’t seem the best way to prove that he was a responsible adult.

His dad opened the door for his mother, but she wasn’t quite finished with him. “It’s time to grow up and get your life in order, Elliot. You can start by keeping your distance from that girl. She is not the kind of woman you need.”

He shut the door on his parents, the urge to slam his fist into something so strong he finally turned and slugged the couch. There was just enough wood in the structure to make a satisfying crack and make his fist throb, though not nearly enough to purge the rage eating him up.

His parents had never believed in him. And yes, he could admit that he might not have given them much reason to in the past. But this foundation, it was important to him. And he was going to see it through, no matter what they thought. They’d put him in charge of the family charity. They didn’t have anything to do with it other than writing a check once a year. And he was going to make something of it, whether they liked it or not.

As for Lena, well, they were wrong about her, too. No, he hadn’t known her very long. And he didn’t need to. No one had ever made him feel so alive. She was the smartest, kindest, most genuine person he’d ever met. She made him laugh. Made him give a shit about something for the first time in his life. Made him envision a better life for himself.

He shook his head at the walking cliché he’d become. Because damn if she didn’t make him want to be a better man.

His parents were so wrong. Lena was exactly who he needed in his life. And he was going to do whatever it took to make sure she stayed there.