Serena was his. His! And any man who thought otherwise was asking for a death sentence. He reached into the drawer of the desk that sat beneath the window. Pulled out his father’s gun. Ran loving fingers over it. Cupped its cool smoothness against his cheek. A death sentence he would be only too happy to provide.
He hardened to the point of pain. Unzipping his pants with his free hand, he stroked his dick while he imagined what it would be like to stick it into her. To slam into her—over and over again—while he used his teeth on her nipples. Would they be the same bright red as her sister’s, he wondered as he moved his hand harder and faster. Or would they be unique—like Serena herself. A pale pink, a dusky rose, a muted brown?
“Oh God!” He squeezed harder and nearly came—the pleasure-pain almost more than he could bear. Would she like the combination as much as he did—the pricks of pain that made the pleasure only more intense? She would like it, he determined, because who could be better for her—to her—than he could? He would be in her, on her, in every way imaginable. And she would scream for more.
“Fuuuuuuuck …” He came on a tidal wave of pleasure so intense he nearly passed out, so incredibly, unbelievably, f**king good that it overwhelmed and buried—just for a few seconds—the pain slowly winding its way through his head.
That’s when it came to him, in that funny afterglow of pleasure after a particularly intense orgasm. If he had Serena he could f**k her all the time, over and over and over until the pain went away for good.
* * *
They lay together a long time, her head pillowed on his chest, his right leg wrapped around her—anchoring her in place. One of Kevin’s hands gently stroked her hair as the other wound itself around her waist. She breathed deeply, savoring the smell and feel that was uniquely Kevin. But soon touching wasn’t enough and Serena’s tongue darted out, caressing his nipple before she could stop herself.
Kevin groaned, shifted so that his hands cupped her ass as she rested completely on top of him. “Mon Dieu, Serena. You are insatiable.” He heaved a long, put-upon sigh. “But I suppose, if you insist—”
She giggled, a sound he had despaired of ever hearing from her, as she slapped a palm firmly against his chest. “Oh, no. I don’t think so!”
Disappointment flashed briefly in his eyes before he muttered, “No? Are you sure?” He leaned forward, took one of her gorgeous, raspberry-colored ni**les into his mouth.
She arched her back, sighing as he continued his tender onslaught. “I’m sore, Kevin. Any more and I won’t be able to walk.”
He pulled away instantly. “Je suis désolé. I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t think.” He leaned down, pressed a kiss on her slender, patrician nose before slowly easing to his feet.
Serena watched him pad, n**ed and totally unself-conscious, across the studio to the refrigerator. He grabbed a bottle of water, twisted the top off and drank deeply. Wide-eyed, she watched his throat work as he drank. A dark arousal started low in her belly; her ni**les peaked and her breathing became harsh. She shifted. Maybe, if they were careful—
Her tender muscles screamed in protest and she ruefully admitted that no matter how willing the spirit was, the body definitely needed a break. Maybe just a short one, but still definitely a break.
“You want one?” he asked, gesturing to the water bottle.
“Sure.” He bent down, his magnificent ass displayed in full-glory. Serena couldn’t help herself. She grabbed her camera and snapped two pictures in quick succession.
The whirr of the camera alerted him and Kevin turned around, eyes narrowed. “You did not just take a picture of my n**ed ass!”
She smiled impishly and clicked another picture. God knew, his front view was even better than the back. He stalked toward her, his erection growing with each click of the camera. Drool pooled in her mouth but she ignored the overwhelming urge to put the camera aside and touch him.
“Serena!’ His voice was sharp.
He was standing over her, ruining the angle of the photo. She scooted back, leaned down to get the shot. “Hmm?” she answered absently, totally focused on the image in her camera lens.
He frowned. “None of these are going in the book!”
“Why not? Your body is unbelievable—these would totally boost your popularity. Not that you need it,” she added hastily, as his face clouded over.
“I am not a Playgirl model!”
“And isn’t that a shame?” she answered, licking her lips. “You’d sell an awful lot of magazines.”
Or photo essays? he wondered before he could stop himself. He hated the suspicious twist his mind had taken, the sudden distance he felt from her. Serena wasn’t Deb. She wouldn’t make him fall for her, use him, and then toss him away once she’d reached her objective.
But what exactly was Serena going to do? he asked himself again. When she was done shooting for the book, would she walk out of his life before he could convince her to stay?
“Kevin?” Serena’s voice broke into his reverie. “Are you okay?”
“Of course. Why?”
“You’ve been standing there, lost in thought, for almost five minutes.” She patted the rug next to her. “Come sit here.”
He gratefully sank down next to her, reached to pull her in his arms. But she evaded him, scooting as far back as the wall allowed as she shrugged into his shirt.
“Lie down,” she murmured. “I’m not done.”
His eyebrows rose. “Not done with what, cher? ’Cuz I don’t think we can get much done with you over there.”
“The pictures, silly.” When he didn’t move, she sighed and moved toward him again. She leaned forward and kissed him, easing him down even as her glorious tongue tangled with his. Just as he was getting into it, she pulled away and reached for her camera again.
She took a couple pictures of him open-mouthed with shock. A few more with a pouty little boy look she hadn’t even known he was capable of.
But when his eyes began to gleam wickedly, she asked warily, “What are you up to?”
“I was just remembering what you taste like.” His Cajun accent had thickened dangerously. “Thinking about how much I want to slip my tongue inside you again.”
She nearly dropped the camera as a blush spread from her br**sts to her face. “Stop it!” she hissed. “I need to concentrate.”
“Me too, cher.” he commented, grinning. “ ’Cuz the only way I’m gonna sit here and let you take n**ed pictures of me is if I get to fantasize while you do it.”
“Fantasize all you want,” she said with a stern look. “But keep your thoughts to yourself.” She raised the camera again, loving the mischievous look on his face.
“That’s not nearly entertaining enough for me. Now I would be highly entertained if I could pull your gorgeous little nipple into my mouth. I would roll it around on my tongue, savoring every sweet centimeter as my hand crept down and stroked your clit.”
“Stop.” She was breathless.
“Stop what, mon amour? Stop thinking about you? Stop touching you? I can’t.” His eyes gleamed and he licked his lips. “You want me to stop swirling my tongue around your nipple? To stop stroking your cl*t with my thumb? Stop thrusting my fingers inside that hot little ass of yours? Inside your beautiful cunt? But you’re so hot, so wet and tight around my fingers. You feel so good. I can’t stop and you wouldn’t want me to if I could.”
Serena tried to block out his voice as she snapped picture after picture. But it was no use. He was seducing her—with the looks he gave the camera and the words that wrapped themselves intimately around her. “Kevin—” Her voice was a husky plea.
“Spread your legs for me, Serena. Let me see what you won’t let me touch.”
She whimpered, tried to fight the black-magic of his voice, but her need for him was too strong. With a sigh, she spread her legs, incredibly conscious of the air-conditioning hitting her bare ass.
His eyes blazed as he stared at her. “That’s it, bebe. That’s a good girl. You’re so beautiful there, like a flower unfolding just for me. So many shades of pink. Have you ever seen yourself spread open like this? Have you ever really looked?”
She shook her head, bit her lip as desire crashed through her. “Sit up,” she said, desperate to regain control of the situation.
His eyes laughed at her, as if he knew what she was trying to do. But he sat, bringing his knees up to hide his incredible erection from the camera.
“No,” she said. “Bring your knee down. Let me see it.”
Kevin’s eyes grew heavy with his own need, even as he moved to follow her instructions. His c**k grew longer and harder under her gaze and for a minute she could think of nothing but kneeling in front of him. She wanted to pull him into her mouth again, needed to taste the salty sweetness of him as she slowly licked him up and down.
“Should I tell you what I see?” he asked, his voice lower, huskier than before.
Their eyes met through the camera lens, held for a moment. Then he looked away, his eyes burning a trail between her legs. “You’re swollen and slick. I can see the wetness glistening on you, like morning dew on flower petals.” He reached for his water bottle as her numb fingers reloaded the camera.
“You grow darker, pinker with each layer of petals. Your innermost folds are deep rose, nearly red. Especially when you’re aroused.” His breathing was harsh, his chest shuddering with each inhalation. “You are aroused, aren’t you, Serena?”
She couldn’t answer. She tried to concentrate on his face, on the look of intense concentration he wore. But he was huge, magnificent, and she couldn’t stop herself from lowering the camera, from looking at his magnificent erection as it stood straight and proud.
She clicked the picture, wound the film, clicked again. He was right. These pictures weren’t going in the book; they were for her eyes only, each one more delectable than the one that came before.
“Serena?” He called her name, his eyes still focused on the bounty between her legs. “You are aroused. I can see you getting wetter and darker. You’re swelling, your h*ps are moving back and forth to ease the ache. Put the camera down and let me touch you.” He wove a spell around her with his voice. “Let me taste you.”
She shook her head, pressed back against the wall. “Not yet.” Her voice was strained, her ni**les tight and aching.
“No?” He shrugged. He leaned back on his elbow, let his hand stroke his c**k under her hungry gaze. “Then touch yourself.” Her eyes widened and he laughed. “You do touch yourself, don’t you, cher? Late at night, when you’re all alone? You rub your nipples, stroke yourself between your legs, circle your finger around your hot little clit. I know you do.” He continued to stroke himself, his thumb catching the drop of moisture that escaped from his tip and slowly rubbing it into the dark purple head of his cock.
Her mouth watered and the camera clattered noisily to the ground. She wanted him, needed his hardness inside her. But Kevin had no mercy as she reached for him. “Oh no, bebe. You had your fun. Now it’s time for me to have mine.”
She glared at him, whimpering, as her h*ps moved helplessly against the floor.
“Put your finger in your mouth. Get it nice and wet,” he murmured, his eyes watching her intently as she followed his directions. “Now swirl it around your nipple. That’s it, nice and slow. Squeeze your nipple between your thumb and finger. Harder, bebe. Rub your thumb over it. Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she whispered as her head fell back and she rubbed both her nipples. Fire shot down her body and she could feel herself growing hotter, wetter just as he said she would. With a moan, she slowly lowered a hand to her thighs. Under Kevin’s watchful gaze she began to stroke herself.