Brazen (4 page)

Except, when he tried to extricate himself, she wrapped her arms around him to pull him to her. As her warm hands scalded his flesh, his body went weak, his resolve puddling at his feet. And when her heat wrapped around his heart, he knew he was doomed, because everything inside him wanted to be the man to bring her to orgasm, to show her just how perfect she was and just how good he could make this for her.

“Josie…” he murmured into her mouth, his eyes connecting with hers.

“Yeah?”

“I can make you come.”

“Adam,” she whimpered, eagerness lacing her voice as her entire body quaked with pent-up need.

With that, Adam pushed against her, taking full possession of her pleasure. He pressed his mouth to hers, giving her a soft, sensuous kiss before beginning a leisurely exploration down her body. The warmth in her kisses burned him from the inside out, and as she became pliable in his arms, he cupped her breasts and gave a light massage.

She moaned and arched against him, and that’s when he pulled her dress open to lick her hard nipples through the thin lace. She gripped the cups of her bra and pulled her gorgeous breasts free. As his blood pressure soared, he swiped his tongue over her sensitized nipples, then drew one marbled bud into his mouth for a hard suck.

“So good,” she cried out, and wrapped her hands around his head to hold him to her breasts, but Adam had other ideas, ideas that involved taking her beyond her wildest fantasies.

Inching away, he kissed a path down her body, pulling her sun dress up so he could run his tongue over her stomach, her belly button, going lower and lower until he reached the spot that needed his attention the most. Her aroused scent teased him, had fire licking over his thighs, and Adam feared if they weren’t hosed down soon, they’d both go up in a burst of flames.

Needing a moment of reprieve before he did just that, he inched back on his heels and took a long moment to stare at her sweet pussy. When he glanced up at her and saw the heat and desire swimming in her blue eyes, he grinned, loving that he could do this to her.

He stroked her damp sex. “So pretty,” he whispered, lightly running his finger over her soft curls before inching her lips open for a better look. The sight of her gorgeous pink pussy, all wet and ready for him, had his muscles bunching and his cock throbbing, aching to be inside her.

He pressed his tongue to her wet lips and widened them, and when that first sweet taste of her hot cream settled on the tip of his tongue, lust exploded inside him, and his throat dried.

“Jesus,” he murmured from between her thighs, wondering how he was going to slow himself down and bring her to orgasm when all he wanted to do was drive deep inside and go at her like a wild animal in heat.

She gyrated her hips and his mouth connected with her swollen clit. She cried out and pushed harder against his face, and he could tell she was desperate, frantic for an orgasm. But that urgency also spoke of stress. Everything in his gut told him she was worried it wasn’t going to happen, that there was something wrong with her.

“Slow down, baby,” he murmured. “I’m going to take care of you. I promise.”

His confident words seemed to do something to her. A strangled cry sounded in her throat and she gripped his hair tighter, moving her pussy against his face.

Slowing himself down so he could learn what she liked, what her body craved and exactly what it was going to take to push her over the precipice, he pressed his mouth over her pussy to gauge her responses. As he brushed the soft blade of his tongue over her engorged clit, a shiver moved through her, and from her body’s reactions, he began to understand just what it was going to take to bring her to orgasm.

He pressed his tongue deeper and took a moment to savor the sweet taste of her before circling her clit with firm, deft strokes. Teasing her senses, and drawing out her pleasure, he probed her opening, but when her hips jutted forward, demanding more, he knew it was time to end the torment.

Loving the way she reacted to him, and knowing how desperate she was to climax, Adam slipped a finger inside her. When her walls wrapped around his index finger, a fit so snug he wondered how he’d ever fit inside her, he sucked in a tight breath.

He pushed deeper and her walls closed in on him. She was tight, so fucking tight, and it instantly reminded him that she was virtually inexperienced. A melee of emotions ripped through him as he inched his finger in higher, until he found the hot bundle of nerves he was searching for. Wanting to please her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire life, he touched her lightly, testing the sensitivity of her G-spot as he acquainted himself with her body.

“Adam,” she cried out. “Please. I need you inside me.” Adam didn’t miss the raw ache of lust in her voice or the way it sent shockwaves rocketing through him.

He tipped his head to look at her, and when she began shaking, her pleasure escalating as her body came alive, he growled deep and struggled to maintain his composure.

“I know, baby. I know.” He breathed the words over her sex, letting the warmth of his mouth stimulate her pussy. There’d be time for fucking later, he’d make sure of it, but he desperately wanted to make her come using his mouth first.

As raw need streaked through him, demanding he drive into her, he turned his attention back to her sex, deciding it was well past time to give her what she craved. He pinned his mouth to her inflamed clit, and laved her with his tongue, alternating between soft licks and hard nibbles. Meanwhile, deep inside her pussy he sinuously circled her G-spot, each furtive brush taking her higher and higher. Her chest began to heave, her breathing grew rapid and in no time at all she began trembling from head to toe. When a noise sounded in the near distance, a reminder that they could get caught at any moment, he could feel small quakes pulling at her core. Jesus, he loved this naughty side of hers.

He pushed another finger inside, and when her body opened for him he knew she was close. So fucking close.

Heart racing, pleasure forked through him as he continued to feast on her, and when he felt that first sweet clench, her quaking body sucking his fingers in deeper and deeper, he knew his life was about to get a hell of a lot more complicated.

She gripped his shoulders, her nails cutting his flesh. “Oh. My. God.” She cried out, tossing her head from side to side as he paid homage to both her clit and her G-spot, the dual assault making her delirious, crazed.

“Adam,” she whimpered, her flesh tightening with the impending approach of an orgasm.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he encouraged, “and let it happen.” He continued to knead her sensitive areas until her body pulsed and throbbed in sensual bliss. He licked harder and pushed deeper, and when her mouth opened but no sound came, he knew she’d finally found the sensual ecstasy she’d been so desperate for.

“Come hard for me, baby,” he murmured as her liquid heat singed him. His chest puffed up with pride and he buried his face in her pussy to drink in her sweet release. Wanting to prolong and nurture the pleasure for as long as possible, he continued to move his fingers in and out of her. After the tremors finally subsided, he shot her another glance.

“Oh. My. God,” she whimpered again, and the surprise in her voice brought a smile to his face. “You’re…you’re…”

Adam climbed to his feet and smothered her words with a kiss. Desperate to feel her tight walls wrapped around his cock, he unzipped his pants and inserted his knee between her legs to widen them. “What I am, Josie, is not nearly finished with you,” he murmured between kisses. “I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you, hard and fast, okay?” He wasn’t sure whether he was asking or telling, all he knew was that he was mad with want and if he didn’t soon get inside her he was going to explode into a million tiny pieces.

“I need that too,” she rushed out, and he loved how rattled she looked, loved that he could do that to her. Then she bit her bottom lip, her expressive eyes questioning as they searched his.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he assured her, answering her unasked question as he grabbed a condom from his back pocket and quickly sheathed himself. “I’m going to make you come again.” His cock slipped between her silky legs, and brushed over her hot opening. He gripped her ass and lifted her clear off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me.”

When she did as he requested, he gave her an inch, then stilled to let her get used to the fullness, but the pleasure was excruciating, so goddamn excruciating, he had no idea how he’d last.

“More,” she said, bucking against him. “Harder.”

Fuck, yes!

He inched out, then drove all the way inside her, ramming his thick shaft so deep and so hard, she gasped out loud and scratched her nails over his back. As he pushed open her walls and her cunt clenched hard around him, pleasure like he’d never before experienced swamped him and it took every ounce of strength he possessed not to lose it.

He took a quick fortifying breath, then began moving, rocking his hips and creating a rhythm. As their bodies joined as one, her mouth pressed hungrily against his, and her hard nipples scraped over his chest.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, his body tensing as his cock screamed for release. He drove harder, because he simply couldn’t get enough of her, and when her body began pressing against him, seeking release, he knew she was teetering on the brink. He slipped a hand between them to brush her clit and a moment later she cried out in orgasmic bliss. Her hot juice taunted his cock as she climaxed, and Adam threw his head back and gave himself over to the intense pleasure pulling at him. Her sex gripped him hard as he came on a growl, completely letting himself go. They stayed like that for a long time, until he softened and they both came back down to earth.

Adam slipped out of her and she lowered her legs to the ground. Grinning sheepishly, he disposed of his condom and helped her adjust her dress, taking note of the pair of torn panties on the ground. He looked her over and brushed her hair from her face. At least one of them should have some semblance of order. As he thought about the way she’d come for him, and the surprised but excited look on her face, he whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

Her hand found his face and she closed her palm over his cheek. “Honestly, Adam, I can’t believe I came.”

His glance moved over her face, taking in the flush on her cheeks, and in a low tone he whispered, “I told you I could make you come, Josie.”

Her grin was slow, sexy. “I wasn’t so sure, but then not only did you do it once, you did it twice.” With that, Adam laughed and she added, “Maybe I’m not so flawed after all.”

Everything in the way she touched him made him weak. “What do you mean, maybe?” he asked, and grabbed her hand and pressed it to his mouth for a kiss, then he gave her a warm smile. “Listen, if you’re still not convinced I’d be willing to go another round. You know, just to prove it to you once and for all.”

The gleam in her eyes turned wicked. “Well, when you put it that way…”

Her words trailed off as his mouth found hers for a slow, simmering kiss. Deep in the shadows of the truck, with the two of them cloaked in contentment, he continued to hold her and share intimacies with her until footsteps heralded someone’s approach.

“Hey, Adam, is that you?”

Adam quickly zipped his pants, turned around and tucked Josie behind his back. He cleared his throat and worked to sound casual, but from his disheveled state, to the scent of their lovemaking still lingering in the air, he knew it was going to be hard to pull off normal.

“Jacob,” he returned. “What’s up?”

“I guess I should be asking you that,” his brother said with a knowing grin. He tried to look past Adam’s shoulder. “Then again, I think it’s safe to say nothing is up anymore.”

Adam cursed under his breath. “Beat it, little brother.”

Jacob held his hands up and laughed. “Whoa, easy there, big bro. What’s gotten into you?”

“Jacob,” he growled. “So help me, if you know what’s good for you—”

“Okay, okay. I’m leaving,” Jacob rushed out, humor in his tone. “Christ, when did the big bad wolf suddenly turn into the protective woodsman?”

Despite the precarious situation, Adam found himself smiling at the reference to Little Red Riding Hood, recalling his younger brother’s favorite bedtime story, one Adam had to read to him over and over again, when he had no choice but to take over the role as father.

Still chuckling, Jacob turned to leave and Adam breathed a sigh of relief. A few minutes later Josie squirmed behind him and he turned to see her. When a smile lit up her face and she said, “I never knew you were such a gentleman,” his heart clenched.

Okay, so Jacob was right and he knew he was acting out of character, but this was sweet Josie they were talking about, and while she found fucking outside titillating, the last thing he wanted to do was soil her reputation.

Then Adam took a moment to think about his own regrets. There was no denying that their lovemaking created a new intimacy between them, a warmth he’d never felt with anyone, and the truth was, he had no idea how to deal with those kinds of emotions.

As he thought about the way she affected him, unease hit him like a sucker punch and he cursed under his breath. Fuck, he never should have gone so far with her, and the fact that he was the first man to bring her to orgasm, the only man to ever tap into her fantasies—as well as fulfill them—did something to him, something, he feared, there was no coming back from.

Warm morning light filtered in through Josie’s open window as she stretched out on her bed. Even though two days had passed since her Saturday night rendezvous with Adam, memories of the way he touched her, attended to her every need and brought her to orgasm, still danced around inside her head and had her grinning like the village idiot. Just thinking about it now, thinking about the careful way he caressed her body, the way he put her needs first and the way he protected her when his brother came along had her pussy moistening and her heart swelling.

Honestly, she knew Adam was a nice guy, but he’d surprised her with his protectiveness and by not making her feel foolish when he’d discovered her exhibitionism tendencies. It made her secret desires feel natural and brought Adam and her to a deeper level of intimacy, not only physically but emotionally. The fact that he took the time to tap into her fantasies, as well as fulfill them, gave her a new confidence in herself, and it was that confidence that had her embracing her fetishes and eager to explore the naughty side blossoming inside her.

Thinking about Adam, a very astute man who understood her wants and desires without her ever having to voice them, had her reaching between her legs to stroke herself. She widened her lips and lightly brushed her finger over her clit, imagining it was Adam’s hands on her body.

Everyone knew she was a nice girl, the marrying kind, but there was just something so erotic, so forbidden about stepping out of character and getting naughty in public with the town’s bad boy, that had her craving his touch, again and again.

She brushed her fingers over her clit faster, mimicking the way Adam stroked her. Her body began burning up, and as her breathing grew ragged, her mouth dried. Swallowing hard, she pushed one finger inside herself, and when her walls clenched, she shivered with delight, knowing her orgasm was only a few strokes away. Desire moved through her as she imagined Adam’s mouth on her, his tongue circling her swollen clit, his fingers pumping deep. Her body tensed, moisture broke out on her flesh, and there was nothing she could do to keep herself from crying out in ecstasy.

Immersed in pleasure, she rode out the waves of her climax, not ever wanting to move, even though it was Monday morning and she had to get ready for work. Then she remembered the activities she had planned for her students today. A class trip to the fire station. Doug Simms usually gave the tours and she wondered if Adam would be there. How would he act around her?

She understood he was into casual affairs, which had her wondering if he would simply go about his business and ignore her, or would he be interested in a repeat performance of Saturday night? It was that thought that had her climbing from her bed, anxious to see the man who’d taken her beyond her wildest fantasies.

Less than two hours later, Josie hustled twenty kindergartners into the firehouse, and as the scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon reached her nose—Trent must have been whipping up something delicious in the kitchen—she eagerly looked around for Adam.

She spotted Errol chatting with Doug, and they both waved to her when she entered. Just then Adam stepped out of the back room, looking like sex incarnate dressed in a T-shirt and pair of jeans. When she saw the ruffled, wet state of his hair, she guessed he’d just gotten out of the shower. Their glances locked and her entire body reacted with heated need. Knowing this was neither the time nor place to let her emotions get the better of her, she squared her shoulders and put on her best professional face.

“Adam,” Doug said, calling him over as Errol disappeared into the kitchen.

She watched Adam saunter over to his captain, and the two spoke quietly before Adam turned to face her, and the captain followed Errol into the other room.

The kids fidgeted restlessly as he walked up to her. “Ms. Wells,” he greeted with a slight smile, making him look so sexy. “Looks like I’ll be in charge of the tour today.”

“Mr. Collins,” she returned, surprised by this turn of events, but not able to consider it longer because everything in the way he looked at her elicited a response from deep within. As she took a moment to consider the way he affected her without even trying, alarm bells began jangling in her mind, warning that maybe she was getting in over her head with Adam. She wasn’t supposed to have feelings for him. But after the way he took such painstaking care of her needs, and treated her with genuine respect, how could she not? Oh boy, this wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.

Schooling herself, she turned her attention to her class and worked to put him out of her mind. “Can everyone say hello to Mr. Collins?”

“Hello, Mr. Collins,” the kids shouted out.

Adam gave them a warm, welcoming smile, and seeing the way his eyes lit up when he focused in on the kids, tugged at her emotions and had her wondering more about him. Did Adam like kids? Did he want any of his own? Then she considered his brother Jacob. When they were younger she remembered the way he took care of him. He obviously had a nurturing side. And it was that nurturing side that would make him a great father. The direction of her thoughts unnerved her and had her mind coming to a screeching halt.

Cripes, hadn’t she just lectured herself on putting him out of her mind?

Adam clapped his hands together. “So what do you say, gang? Who wants to see the fire trucks?”

As collective cheers rang out, Adam hustled them through the fire house and into the garage where the trucks were parked. Josie followed along behind, but when she entered the garage, and spotted the truck that she and Adam made love against, her body warmed in all the wrong places.

She gave her head a good hard shake to clear it, then stood back to watch Adam as he gave the kids an external tour of the truck, explaining what all the dials were for, and how the equipment was used. She was especially happy when he talked about safety, and the dangers of fire. For a man with no kids of his own, it was amazing how good he was with her class of youngsters, amazing how he could talk to the children on their level and hold their attention—likely a result of having to be the father in the family after his own ran out, she supposed.

As the kids watched on in mute fascination, it occurred to her that Adam was full of surprises, and she soon found herself smiling and enjoying herself as he entertained her class. Every now and again he’d toss her a secret grin, and it never failed to rattle her. Adam might be a bad boy, but he really was a sweet guy. It was no wonder every woman in town was crazy about him.

At that thought nervousness stole over her, and once again alarm bells jangled in the back of her mind, reminding her that he wasn’t the settling-down type and she was spending far too much time thinking about him. She blew a long, slow breath, trying to figure out what she could do to fight this growing attraction she felt for him. When she couldn’t see any way around it, her stomach clenched.

Okay, so maybe she was getting in over her head here. Everything from the way he looked at her to the way he joked and laughed with the kids did the strangest things to her insides. He was just supposed to be a guy to have some fun with until Mr. Right came along, yet here she was, completely smitten with the town’s bad boy, a guy who wasn’t interested in long term. And even if he was, what about Madame M’s prediction? She took another moment to mull over that worry. Josie was supposed to fall in love with a man with the initials J.A.D., not A.C. She wasn’t sure what his middle name was, but supposed it didn’t matter anyway. What mattered was that she liked him—too much—and it was time to distance herself before this brief affair ended in heartache.

Just then Trent stepped into the garage. “Who wants to sound the alarm?” he asked, taking over for Adam.

“I do. I do,” the kids all chirped in unison.

“Okay, form a straight line here and you can each take a turn in the front seat.”

With that Adam stepped back, and she tensed as he approached her, because from the look on his face she could tell he had something on his mind.

His dark eyes searched her face, and she wondered what he was looking for as he assessed her. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey yourself,” she managed to get out as her throat began to close over.

He gestured with a nod. “Great bunch of kids.”

Okay, so they were at his workplace and he was keeping it casual. She could do this. She could play along and act like nothing happened between them. “They seemed to really like you too.”

His eyes darkened, and he pitched his voice low. “So what are you doing tonight?”

Cripes, what the heck happened to casual? Folding her arms, Josie swallowed, and from the heat in his eyes she knew exactly what he was getting at. Putting on her best professional face when Jason Fraser came running up to her, she bent down, spoke quietly to the child, then turned her attention to Adam when the child moved out of earshot. “I promised Tabby I’d help her at the dunk tank.” Then, out of politeness she asked, “How about you?”

“Softball game. It should be over fairly early. Want to head to Hauk’s with me afterward?”

She shook her head and waved her hand toward the kids, knowing she had to put a stop to this thing between them—whatever this was—now, and get out before she got in any deeper. “I can’t. I have an early morning.”

Something passed over Adam’s face, and he stepped close, his expression dark, tortured. “Josie—” he began, but was cut off when two children started a shoving match, both wanting to be the first to sit in the truck.

“I have to go,” she said, cutting him off.

He closed his mouth, but when his glance fastened on hers, she could tell he wanted to say something else, but she wasn’t so sure she wanted to hear what it was. Because as she slipped past him, her heart pounding erratically, she understood she was in serious trouble here. Right from the beginning she knew she wasn’t a love ’em and leave ’em sort of girl, and she never, ever should have seduced Adam, despite how amazing they were together.

Adam was the town’s bad boy, a guy who went from woman to woman, and she wasn’t the kind of girl who could love casually, which meant he wasn’t the guy for her.

J.A.D. was.