THE MITUS TOUCH: Book One of The Touch Series Page 9

  Medical reasons kept her on the pill, but sheathing him was necessary. A thin layer of latex shielded her from feeling him inside her. Refusing to permit that level of intimacy, she murmured, “Yes.”

  Lying on his back, he rolled it on. She straddled him. Letting the anticipation build, they stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

  Then she rose up and took him in hand, positioned him at her opening and in one gloriously fluid movement took him inside her. He moaned. She cried out. Her body flooded with wetness and she closed her eyes, the pleasure overwhelming her. At long last, he was deep inside her and she had never felt more alive. Never.

  She opened her eyes to find him admiring her body. Slowly, so she could appreciate his long, thick shaft, she glided on his hardened length. Somewhere in the back of her mind, this felt like more than a casual one-night hookup.

  “You feel fucking phenomenal.” His voice jolted her back. One night. That’s all.

  As she traced his lips with her index finger, her insides clamped around his straining cock. In and out, again and again, until their bodies found their rhythm and moved as one. He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She pushed her breasts into his hands, begging for more, harder, faster.

  So. Much. Pleasure. Everywhere.

  And then the mounting ecstasy overtook her. She threw her head back and cried out, “Ah, I’m coming.”

  He grabbed her hips and thrust, hard, released a long, guttural moan, and came.

  Shattered, she collapsed on him. With a finger under her chin, he tipped her face toward him and kissed her. The more she kissed him, the more she wanted to kiss him. She couldn’t stop. Nothing but green lights for miles.

  With his hardness still buried deep inside her, he wrapped her back like a warm, cozy blanket. She’d had sex with the enemy and she liked it.

  She liked it a lot.

  13

  Insatiable

  Colton couldn’t get back in bed fast enough. The Brigit Farnay with the guarded, chilly demeanor was nothing like the sensual, erotic one waiting for him in his bed. This Brigit was insatiable. The more he gave her, the more she wanted. He exited the bathroom and slid under the covers.

  Within minutes of caressing her silky skin, he hardened. This time, she rolled on the condom and he wasted no time doing something useful with his boner. He’d pinned her beneath him, his shaft burrowed inside her core. Captive, she’d raised her arms over her head and he gripped them at the wrists with one hand. The more she struggled to break free, the tighter he squeezed.

  “Let me go.” She gazed into his eyes.

  “No.” He withdrew and tunneled inside her.

  “Ahhh. Yes.” She bucked her hips. “You shouldn’t be doing this to me.”

  “I should and I am.” With his free hand, he stroked the side of her naked body, letting his hand linger over the swell of her breast.

  “You’re holding me against my will.” She struggled to free her arms.

  “Am I hurting you?” He stopped moving.

  “What?”

  “I need to know you’re okay.”

  With half-closed eyelids, she cracked a lazy smile. “This is me, way better than okay. I like our game of control.”

  “And here I thought control would be our bone of contention.”

  “Oh, it definitely is, but for now, the only bone that matters is yours, inside me, which is exactly where it should be.”

  A relieved smile spread over his face. He felt drunk from the excessive firing of endorphins. The sex high bordered on addictive. She feels that good. He could do this with her all night, and from the looks of things, they would be. For someone who battled for control, she seemed eager for his in bed. He kissed her, hard, then resumed his slow, deep thrusting. She released a long, low moan, and flung her legs around his back.

  “I’m the one trapped now,” he said.

  Hot, gorgeous Brigit Farnay was all his, all night long. Picking up speed, he thrust harder and faster. She gasped, and then everything intensified. Her grunts and panting echoed in his ears. Her body writhed and squirmed beneath him. She was about to come again. And so was he.

  Breathing fast, he tugged on her nipple with his teeth. Then, hard, fast flicks with his tongue that matched his intense thrusts.

  “Oh, my God,” she cried, shuddering beneath him.

  Thrusting to her end, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and slipped his arm beneath her back. Her insides squeezed his cock and waves of mind-blowing ecstasy tore through him. Groaning, he came with more intensity than he had the first time. Being with her felt fucking fantastic.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he said between breaths. He relaxed his taut muscles and the full weight of his frame pressed on her petite body. A coo escaped her lips. Without withdrawing he repositioned himself, then raised his head and smiled. And again she returned his smile with no additional prompting. Her flushed face, her sparkling eyes, and that cute grin were as much of a reward as the sex.

  He released her wrists and she dropped her legs from around his torso. He kissed her and then kissed her again, until they were breathless once more. He pulled out. Hated doing that. He could have stayed nestled inside her, but he had something fun in store and wanted to get right to it.

  “Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.” He retreated into the bathroom.

  Since Brigit wasn’t his wealth manager yet, he’d not broken his rule. But after tonight he’d never have sex with her again. With that in mind, he was damn well going to make the most of their time together. He exited the bathroom and slipped beneath the covers. Her back was to him, so he spooned close, covered her thigh with his hand and kissed her shoulder. “You’re so damn sexy.”

  She didn’t reply, but her back muscles relaxed against his chest. Knowing she was comfortable in his bed and in his arms said plenty. They lay quietly for a few moments until she rolled onto her stomach. Her mussed hair fell freely around her face and she peeked at him through her long eyelashes. So pretty. He liked her playful. Sweeping her hair from her shoulder, he rested his lips on her heated skin.

  “Game over?” she asked.

  “No.” He pulled a handful of ties from his bedside drawer and tossed them on the bed. “I’m going to tie you up and eat you. Pick your poison.”

  A flash of something dark replaced the spark in her eyes. Fear? No, more like the frostiness she’d displayed when he met her. Fuck. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin the moment. “The ties are optional.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Think about it. I’ll be right back.”

  He padded into the kitchen. If Colton knew about anything, it was raw, meaningless fucking. Hedonistic pleasure with no strings attached was more his style. This night with Brigit was nothing like that. But even so, the sex stopped after tonight.

  He pressed a small bowl against the icemaker and the crescent cubes tumbled out. Returning to the bedroom, he sat next to her on the edge of the bed, planted a long, luscious kiss on her lips, then gazed into her eyes. With a mischievous grin she selected four ties.

  “Good choice.” He loosely tied her wrists and ankles to each of the bedposts.

  “I can wriggle out of these.”

  “I know. But I want you relaxed. You and I both know that once I get started, you won’t want to go anywhere.” He cocked an eyebrow.

  “Look at me.” She flipped him off with both hands.

  He grinned. “I can’t wait.”

  The sparkle returned to her eyes. Much better.

  She was spread-eagle, his for the taking, and he paused to admire her feminine form. Soft, kissable shoulders. Beautiful, full breasts with pert nipples that begged to be sucked. Though she lay on her back, his balls tightened just thinking about her curvy ass. He loved a woman with muscular legs and hers were the perfect proportion to the rest of her frame. Fit and fantastic. He started to harden.

  Planked over her, he kissed her neck, letting his lips linger on her tender skin. And sh
e rolled back her head, giving him complete access to the vulnerable spot over her pulse. Every several seconds a moan escaped from the back of her throat. Her sexy sounds drove him wild. But his needs would wait.

  He liked teasing her until she melted with pleasure. There was something different about being with Brigit. But he wasn’t about to analyze the situation. He was having too much fucking fun.

  “Mmm.” Her raspy sounds hit him where it mattered. His throbbing dick.

  He fondled her breast and pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger until she gasped. Leaning down, he covered her erect nipple with his mouth, flicking his tongue across it.

  “Oh, you feel good,” she murmured. “I like the way you kiss me there.”

  He loved how she responded to his touch, how open she was to him and how eager she was for more. After planting a smoldering kiss on her lips, he said, “Tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me with your mouth and make me come again.”

  Her unexpected dirty talk made his balls ache. He wanted to drive himself inside her and fuck her into next week. “With pleasure.”

  Taking his time, he kissed, licked and caressed her body, familiarizing himself with her curves and dips, her soft skin and sweet fragrance. Her flushed cheeks and sexy moans sent zings of adrenaline to his scrotum. With his gaze pinned on her, he leaned down and licked her pink, tender folds. Damn, she tasted good.

  Another throaty moan leapt from her. He buried his tongue inside her until she squirmed and tugged on the restraints. While sucking and licking, he slid two fingers inside.

  “Ohhhhh, yeah,” she cried.

  “Ahh, so wet and so soft,” he whispered.

  On a loud groan, she clenched around his fingers.

  “Mmm, you want me inside you, don’t you?”

  “So badly.” He was taking her, licking her, penetrating her with his tongue and lapping her clitoris. “Ohhhhh, fuck, Colton, you feel—”

  He slipped a crescent-shaped ice cube inside her and the freezing shock sent her over the edge. Shuddering and yanking on the ties, she cried out, the orgasm shattering her. Her breathy erotic sounds made him want to take her again and again until her essence seeped into his dreams.

  “I. Need. You. Inside. Me,” she blurted between breaths.

  As he started to untie her ankles, she panted, “No, leave them.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Now.”

  Colton couldn’t roll on a condom fast enough. There was nothing he liked more than a gorgeous, smart, sassy woman commanding him to fuck her.

  14

  Slippery When Wet

  Brigit struggled to stay awake. She had to draw the line somewhere. The music had ended hours ago and the silence, along with Colton’s slow, rhythmic breathing, lulled her to dreamland. Having sex with Colton was bad enough, but snuggling?

  Saturday’s first light streamed through the windows. We pulled an all-nighter. Crazy marathon sex with the one man I shouldn’t even be speaking with. After extracting herself from his embrace, she turned around. He looked peaceful, angelic even, his disheveled hair framing his handsome face. She raised her hand to caress his stubbly cheek.

  No! She recoiled.

  Trying not to make a sound, she slipped out of bed and quietly closed the bathroom door. The white marble double vanity with its shiny, gold faucets provided ample room for two. The glass-enclosed shower housed two heads and a marble bench built into the stall.

  While the water heated, she unclipped what hair was still piled on her head. I look like I’ve just had best sex of my life. Wild hair, flushed cheeks and chest, and a brightness to her eyes that defied getting zero sleep. Figures.

  If Sleeping Beauty had been any other man besides Colton Mitus, she’d trip over herself to crawl back into bed for more. But her fairy tale evening was over, so she stepped into the stall and stood beneath the spraying water. The more she thought about what she’d done, the angrier she became. By sleeping with Colton, she’d complicated an already dicey situation. If he offered her the position, would Seth hold her job over her head if she refused to work for him? And how awkward would it be if she were forced to work at Mitus after their wild night together? Well, I’m not working here, so stop worrying.

  If she left Porter, Gabriel and Sethfield, not every client would follow. It could take years to rebuild her business. The more money she made, the more Francesco stock she could purchase. Her stomach roiled at the reality of her situation. What the hell have I done?

  “Brigit?”

  Her eyes flew open.

  “May I join you?” Colton asked.

  Yes! No! She had to push him away, ensuring he wouldn’t offer her the job. A stabbing pain pummeled her chest, but things had to end. Here and now. She pointed. “Over there.”

  He stood under the opposing faucet, the water sluicing his hard body. Everything dry became slippery wet. Everything included the condom that covered his straining erection. Oh, this was a bad, bad idea.

  He tilted his head back and raked his hands through his hair. Wet, dry, vertical, supine. Any position, all positions suited him. He looked fine. Damn fine. But she’d had her fun. Time to shut this down. “We made a mistake. Got carried away. Let’s forget this ever happened.” I’ll never forget this. “It would be best if we didn’t—”

  Before she could finish her sentence, he’d cradled the back of her neck in one hand while he snaked his arm around her waist and pressed his hand into the small of her back with the other. His erection pressed against her abdomen. Their slippery bodies sandwiched together were a recipe for disaster.

  He kissed her. His mouth lingered. A powerful kiss laid on her lips with the gentleness of a lamb and the sensuality of a man consumed with overwhelming passion. The kiss ended but he didn’t relinquish his hold. As if her hands were moving independently of her brain, she placed them midway on his chest between his shoulders and pecs. The best spot to push him away. Only she didn’t.

  For the first time, his unruly hair wasn’t masking his eyes and she longed to trace the curve of his cheekbones and jutting jawline. How could one man evoke so much raw emotion?

  “You choose, then.” He broke the silence. “A career at Mitus, or a weekend in Paris.”

  “Forced choices don’t work on me, Colton. I agreed to meet with you as a favor to Seth. Favor delivered, and then some, but you and me—we’re done.”

  “You haven’t pushed me away because you want this as much as I do.”

  The simmering fire between them burst into a blaze of white-hot heat. In a flash, his lips pressed against hers while the water pounded their hungry bodies. Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed her tongue into his mouth and deepened the kiss. Moaning into him, she raked her fingernails down his broad, muscular back.

  Breathing hard, he pulled away, his eyes brimming with lust. “Turn around and spread your legs.”

  Refusing to budge, she stood beneath the pounding water jets.

  He spun her around and nudged her legs apart with his knee. “Put your hands on the wall.”

  His bossiness didn’t work in the real world, but here, she secretly craved it. Leaning forward, she pressed her hands against the marble. Steadying her, he grabbed her hip with one hand and plunged inside her hot, wet core.

  “Ahhhh.” A strangled cry left her lips.

  With an aggressiveness that made her moan with delight, he fondled her breasts and squeezed her nipples. The sharp sting of pain heightened her arousal and she started gyrating. He bit her shoulder and growled, his grunts making her clit throb. The build was intense, fast, and powerful. And then he reached around and rubbed her.

  “Oh, God.” She gasped for breath, the sexual haze making thought impossible. “So. Good. Everywhere.”

  Her knees buckled as euphoria exploded through her shaking body. Unable to hold herself up, her hands slipped on the wall. He wrapped his arm around her waist, thrust hard and
groaned through his orgasm. She quivered from the sounds he made as he came inside her.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered in her ear.

  When he withdrew, she turned to face him. His ravenous need bore into her. Terrified, she slammed her eyes shut. She wasn’t terrified of him, she was terrified of their passion, their intensity, and their blazing hot connection.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  She opened her eyes and wiped the water from her lashes.

  “Did you like that?”

  Don’t answer him.

  “Brigit, please.”

  Don’t do it.

  He cajoled her with a smile. A breathtaking, just-got-fucked-again smile.

  Damn him. “I loved it,” she whispered.

  He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

  Sheltered in their cocoon, she felt safe. Something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. “But we can never, ever do that again.”

  “Agreed,” he said.

  15

  Bait and Switch

  A sunny glow brightened the horizon. Though Brigit was both an enticement and a challenge, Colton needed to refocus his attention. Francesco Company executives were making noise. Time to free up thirty million so production of Crockett Boxes could begin. Knowing which of his investments to keep and which to sell wasn’t his forte. That was Ms. Farnay’s specialty, amongst other things. Going forward, she’s off-limits.

  The faster he could onboard Brigit, the sooner Crockett Boxes would revitalize Francesco and revolutionize the wireless industry. Now with MobiCom breathing down his neck, the need for urgency skyrocketed.

  In silence, they pulled on their fancy duds from the previous evening. The lack of chatter brought no awkwardness on his part. Brigit, on the other hand, seemed mired in thought. That woman was impossible to read. “Brigit, how about I make us French toast?” he asked.