Edge of the Heat 6 (27 page)

She pulled back slightly. “JT, where are you staying?” she breathed, her lips tingling.

“At the Sheraton.”

“Can we go there?”

“Dani, we can do anything you want, but are you sure that’s what you want to do?”

She nodded, feeling exquisitely naughty, but liking the feeling.

“Oh thank God,” he said and fell upon her again. Mouths entwined, he hooked an arm behind her and lifted her right out of the bench. She wrapped her legs around him and marveled at his strength. Under her hands, the muscles in his shoulders and back bunched and worked. She kneaded them through his shirt, thinking she couldn’t wait to get the damn thing off of him.

He carried her to the elevator, still kissing her, making her forget everything with his tongue.

“What about the check?”

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her collarbone between words. “It’s taken care of. Check and tip are included when you pay for the rooftop lunch. We could have gotten anything at the same price.”

“Oh.” Dani said. This struck her as funny and she threw her head back and laughed, partly at her silly response and partly from the joy of the moment.

The elevator ride was too short. JT backed her into a corner and put his attention on her ears and neck, occasionally nipping her lips. She put her normal properness aside and enjoyed it, soaking in the stimuli. Miraculously they made it to the bottom floor without stopping for more passengers. He took her hand and led her to the car, his eyes flashing with every glance at her.

Dani couldn’t help herself. That desire to be naughty, to be
bad
, remained and she glanced down at the front of his pants. His cock was fully erect, straining against the fabric, the shape of it visible to anyone who looked. Her face went crimson immediately, at the thought that she had done that to him, and the thought that there was no way for him to hide it, and at the thought of the word cock. It wasn’t a word she would normally use, but nothing else seemed relevant to JT. It was a masculine word. A serious word. And it fit. Her brain wanted to keep saying it. Her eyes wanted to see it. Her tongue wanted to— Dani buried her face in JT’s shoulder as they half-ran, half-walked towards the parking lot. She was sure her thoughts were stamped all over her face for the world to see.

The limousine ride was too long. JT tugged her head back and laid a path of kisses down her chest, biting softly as he passed over her erect nipples. She tore at his clothes, knowing she shouldn’t take them off of him, but wanting to at least get her hands under them and feel his hot skin with her fingers. She ran her hands under his shirt, feeling the hardness of his stomach, the bulging muscles of his chest, and even the veins in his arms. They kissed and kissed until she thought she would be driven mad by desire. Desire to have him inside her already. When they finally stopped in front of the Sheraton, Dani felt like a hot mess, her hair disheveled, her clothes rumpled and pulled sideways, her makeup probably smeared and running. No matter. They were here. If they could just make it to the room…

JT stepped out of the car looking perfect. Of course, his short hair didn’t muss and his expensive suit barely wrinkled at all. “How do I look?” she whispered at him as she climbed out, trying to pat her hair into submission.

“Hot,” he answered, his eyes taking her in greedily. She stopped messing with her hair and took his hand. “Let’s go.”

They shared the elevator with 2 other couples. JT put an arm around her and pulled her close. She could feel his heart beating in his chest. She watched the numbers change over the elevator door and chanted
hurry, hurry
in her mind.

Finally, the doors opened on floor 34 and JT pulled her behind him out of the elevator. “I’m right down here,” he said, turning right.

He put his room key in the lock to room 3404 and opened it, pulling her inside.

He backed up against the wall just inside the door, looking at her and pulling her to him. “We made it.” He put a hand to her cheek and gently caressed it, gazing into her eyes.

She smiled, still feeling that desire to be naughty rocking her insides. She’d never felt like this before but she liked it. She craved it. She encouraged it and asked it what to do next. It answered.

She pressed against JT and kissed him hungrily, relief at finally being alone with him washing over her. He put his arms around her and lifted her slightly but she wriggled out of his grip. She wanted him right here, against the wall. She smiled playfully at him and pulled his jacket down off his shoulders, delighting at the way his body looked even before she could get the clothes off of him. He helped, pulling off his tie and his shirt and flinging them away. “Shoes now,” she told him. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, his eyes never leaving hers.

Dani dropped to her knees in front of him. His eyes tracked her. She lifted a hand to his belt buckle and slowly undid it, pulling it out of the loops, then she undid the buttons one by one, brushing what felt like silk over steel with the backs of her fingers. His pants dropped to the floor and he kicked them off. Dani stood back up and took him in, naked except for his forest-green, silk boxers. Her Marine. Her JT. His body was everything she had imagined it would be, strong and taut, hard and perfect. She ran a finger lightly over the red, condensed scar under his right shoulder. “Does it still hurt?”

“No, not unless you press on it hard.”

“Well I won’t do that.”

She dropped to her knees again and reached inside his boxers, following the orders from the bold, naughty part of her that had awakened with this man. His cock was there, waiting. Its skin felt as smooth as the silk that covered it, and hot. JT moaned deep in his throat as her fingers ran over it. She stroked it, loving the feel. Loving how big it was. Slowly, like she were unveiling it, she pulled it out of his boxers, then ran a finger under the boxers waist and dropped them to the ground. She felt a compulsion that she couldn’t help - didn’t want to help. She leaned forward and took it in her mouth, tasting it, loving the sensations of her lips and her tongue sliding along the silky saltiness of his most intimate skin.

“Jesus, Dani,” he breathed, his hands lightly brushing through her hair. She looked up at his face. His head was thrown back against the wall and the look on his face told her everything she needed to know about whether he was enjoying this. A sensation of power flooded through her. Power to give pleasure. Power to take pleasure. Power to please and satisfy. She’d never felt like this about sex in her whole life. Sure it had been good before. With her one lover, Tim. But good didn’t compare with her feelings with JT. With JT she felt like it was right. Like she had been made for this. Like he had been made for her. She pulled as much of him into her mouth as possible and he groaned.

“Dani, you have to stop — I’ll never make it — I want you to enjoy — .” He pulled weakly at her shoulders.

She didn’t want to stop, but she didn’t want him to feel badly either.
I’ll come back here
, she thought, and let him pull her up.

He looked at her with something like relief. “Now you,” he said and whirled her around so her back was on the wall. He pressed his mouth to hers, hard, pouring his desire into her. His hands moved down her body and plucked at her clothing. Her shirt came over her head and her skirt dropped to the ground. She stepped out of her shoes as his hands moved to the back of her bra.

He pulled the bra away and flung it on top of his clothes. He pulled back and looked at her, much the same way she had looked at him. She could feel his gaze, hot on her breasts. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“Not lately,” she said as his lips sealed over her nipple, his hands lifting and cupping both breasts. “You’re beautiful,” he released her nipple long enough to say, and then he fixed his attention on it again. Heat and sensation seared through her as his tongue made passes over her nipple. She could feel every pass in her lower belly. Tension and desire built in waves in her body. She threw her head back against the wall and moaned.

Suddenly she was off her feet. He carried her to the bed and dropped her gently on it, his mouth laving first one nipple, then the other. His hand trailed to her underwear and lightly skimmed over her most intimate parts. She sucked in a breath and arched back into the mattress.
Yes, yes, there!
she cried in her mind, realizing she was on the edge of orgasm already. And he’d barely touched her. A low sound came from her throat and her breath came in harsh gasps. His fingers brushed her again and she thought she was going to fly apart in ecstasy. “JT, I’m going to— JT, you’ve got to—” she tried, but the words didn’t finish. He dipped a finger inside her underwear and lightly pushed it inside her while his thumb pressed on the tight bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. Her orgasm slammed into her, lifting her hips off the bed as she cried out her pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut, hands clutching the coverlet. Wave after wave of pleasure burst through her, carrying her away from everything for just a little bit.

When the world came back to her and she opened her eyes, JT was lying next to her, gazing into her face. “Wow,” he said. She felt her face color immediately, and the flush rush down to her breasts. But for once, she didn’t care. “Wow,” she said back.

He laughed and kissed her again, lightly at first, then with increasing heat. Her body responded at once, her nerves still tingly and raw, but wanting more, more, more. She thrust her hips upward and tried to pull him on top of her. He complied, his erection pushing at her hip.

She pulled her underwear off, wanting to feel every inch of his skin on her. He pushed his knees between her legs then stopped and looked at her as if to say,
are you sure
? “Yes, JT, yes,” she breathed dropping her head back on the bed, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. She heard a condom wrapper open and she marveled at how he had managed to get one in his hand. Never mind, she would tease him about it later. He moved back up to her mouth and kissed her again, nudging himself slightly between her swollen lips. She pulled and tugged at him, trying to get him to do it, to take her, to be hard, to be rough. But that wasn’t his way, at least not this time. He pushed inside her gently, filling her, stretching her. He rocked gently and whispered
so beautiful, so soft, so perfect,
in her ear. She felt a second orgasm building and she held on for dear life, knowing this one was going to rock her even harder than the last.

“JT,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m going to come again.” He thrust into her harder, sending stronger bolts of raw, climbing sensation spiraling through her. She clung to him and felt the first spasms rock through her. He thrust a final time and growled low and hard in her ear. She felt his every muscle go tense as they detonated together and lost themselves in pleasure for a time.

Dani felt her body drop fully into the bed, every muscle like jelly, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her. JT lifted himself and pushed off the bed. “Be right back.”

He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and Dani watched him go, appreciating her first glimpse at the view from behind. She grinned at herself, glad her naughty streak hadn’t disappeared. She wanted to play with it. With him. JT made her want to do bad things and say worse things and she hoped he didn’t have anywhere to go for a while.

He returned to the bed and pulled the blanket out from underneath her, then climbed in next to her and pulled her close. “How long can you stay?” he asked.

She turned her head, her thoughts light and airy, nothing seeming important but right here, right now. “I don’t have anywhere to be tonight.”

He propped himself up on his elbow and stared into her soul. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

Dani ducked her chin and smiled at him from under her lashes. “Depends, do you think you can do that again?”

JT threw back his head and laughed. “It’s like that is it?”

“Yep. It’s like that. I feel like we’ve got a few months of sex to make up for.”

He kissed her lightly on the end of her nose. “I think I’ll be able to manage something.”

“OK then, I’ll stay.”

He put his head down next to hers and said, “Dani, would you think it was crazy if I told you I think I’m a little bit in love with you?”

Dani felt her breath catch in her throat. “No, JT, I wouldn’t think that was crazy,” she said softly.

“Good.” His arm rested across her chest and his breathing came deep and regularly while she still marveled at the word
love
. At her incredible fortune. At how good life could be.

Her eyes closed and she drifted to sleep, and in her dreams she saw JT, exactly as he had been today. She smiled in her sleep and gave her heart to him again and again.

***

When she woke, he was up, standing by the window, dressed in shorts and a black t-shirt that stretched appealingly across his back. She looked at the clock. 7:30 at night. It was almost dark outside and she could see the moon rising faintly over the next building. He noticed she was awake and crossed the room to sit next to her. He offered her some water and she took it silently.

The TV was on, turned to CNN, with the volume muted. Dani saw a picture of herself and another picture of JT side by side. This wasn’t unusual, but the caption was new. At the top of the screen, AMERICA’S SWEETHEARTS was emblazoned in bold letters. The pictures were replaced by a clip of JT blowing a kiss to the audience and leading her offstage past a stricken Kirk Kussler. Just above the ticker, another caption declared LOVE FROM TERROR. And then a flattering picture of her parents looking pleased.
Wow, what a difference a few hours makes
, she thought.