Fueling Her Fire (6 page)

“What? No!” She spit the words out as quickly as she thought
them but didn’t make any movement to remove his hand from her thigh. In unison,
they looked down at his hand moving on her thigh like it was a situation both
of them were helpless to put a stop to.

Dylan didn’t pause his slow caress. She wanted to stop him—
knew
she should stop him—but it felt so nice, his large hand on her bare leg…

No!
She was not about to begin her holiday weekend in
some kind of a remake of her senior year of high school. She already had one
crushing memory of Dylan and she had no intention of making it a matching set.

“Dylan…” Her voice sounded uncertain though she’d been
shooting for resolute. Taking a fortifying breath, she closed her eyes. Turning
him away would be easier if she wasn’t looking into those clear blue eyes she’d
seen so many times in her fantasies. “I’m not interested in rekindling a sexual
relationship with you.”

“Not a relationship,” he said, his words as soothing as his
touch, “just a demonstration of how I’d take care of you if you were my girl.”
His hand felt hot against her skin and his confident sexuality spoke to a
carnal part of her she’d kept buried for too long. “C’mon, Kip. You need it, and
I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.” He inched his hand higher on her thigh, his
intense gaze issuing a challenge to her to stop him if she didn’t want it.

But she wanted it.

And why not take him up on his offer?
He probably
owed her at least that much after what he’d put her through eight years ago.

Taking a generous drink of wine, she boldly closed her eyes
and leaned back, finding a glass-free spot for her hands and bracing herself
with her other arm. She knew her actions would communicate her assent and on
his next upward stroke he didn’t stop at her upper thigh.

He slid his hand up underneath the wide leg of her flannel
shorts until his fingertips touched the now-damp crotch of her panties. She
sucked in her breath at the pressure of his fingers against her swollen pussy
lips, her nerve endings popping to life like tiny firecrackers at his touch.
Keeping her eyes closed, she was determined to just go with the moment.
To
hell with thinking too much about the situation.
It felt too good.

He massaged his fingers against the thin fabric, coaxing a
contented sigh from her lips. How long had it been since a man had simply
pleasured her?

Without speaking, he continued to rub her, hooking his
fingers under the edge of her panties and pulling them aside to stroke her
sensitive skin underneath. She gasped as he swept his fingers into the wet
folds of her pussy. As he worked his unhurried fingers against her clit, the
throbbing there began to solidify into a palpable twang of need.

I want this man.

The thought pulled against her like the current of a river,
curling around her and threatening to sweep her away. She wanted him, but for a
day? Wanted him only in her bed? Or did she want him forever…? She wriggled
against his fingers, as much to encourage what he was doing to her as to
distract herself from the thoughts. Considering where this was going was
not
something she was going to ruminate on.

Damnit, this is for fun.
My
fun. That’s all
.

His calloused fingers were indeed rough against her and the
sensation they created was almost painful in its intensity. Opening her eyes,
she found him looking at her closely, his lips parted. He seemed as enraptured
as she felt.

He twisted his hand and slipped a finger into her, causing
her to gasp at the penetration. She squeezed the walls of her cunt reflexively
and a ripple of pleasure rolled through her. Tilting her pelvis up to bury his
finger farther into her, she whipered, “I like that.”

His lips pursed into a sinful expression and his chest
expanded and contracted visibly. Sighing, she closed her eyes again. He pushed
a second finger into her and began circling her clit rhythmically with his
thumb while he moved his fingers in and out of her. His fingers slid easily,
aided by the wetness of her excitement. She moaned, wanting even more.

Not even fully understanding where this sexually-empowered
woman was awakening from, Kip opened her eyes and asked him plainly for
something William would never have done for her. “Use the vibrator.”

Instead of his eyes widening in shock as William’s would
have, Kip saw a blaze of hungry excitement flash through them and, with his
soft lips curling into that familiar mischievous smile, he reached for her bag.
“Yes ma’am,” he whispered agreeably.

Retrieving her vibrator, he turned it on and a soft buzzing
filled the room to mix with the popping of the fire in the wood stove. She
reached out and took the toy from him, adjusting it to her preferred speed before
handing it back to him. He looked from the vibrator to her, his smile widening
on his open face. Kip felt only acceptance and fascination from him and with
that realization something unfurled and stretched languidly inside her.
Something she’d been missing. He reached into his pants to adjust what she saw
was a raging erection.

Damn…
It actually made her mouth water.

She took a deep breath. This was exactly what she needed.
She wanted to burn with wild excitement. There was no sense in holding back now.
Isn’t this what she’d set out to do this weekend anyway? Rediscover her sexual
self and drag the feral thing blinking and snarling back into the light?

She used one hand to brace herself as she settled back
again, pulling her knees up so she could spread her legs. Meeting his eyes
straight on, she issued the challenge, “Okay, then, show me how you can please
a woman.”

Dylan licked his lips again, his face reflecting her own
excitement. “Damn, but you’re demanding.” A wicked smile widened his mouth.

“You promised me satisfaction. Now stop talking.”

Shaking his head slowly, he quickly shifted his position to
kneeling in front of her. He pulled her loose shorts aside again and slipped
his fingers back under her panties. She gave an
mmmmm
of satisfaction
when he pushed his fingers back into her, his touch fueling the burn he’d
started that was still smoldering just shy of flaming. He worked his fingers in
her until she was very wet and Kip relaxed, losing herself in growing courses
of pleasure.

Dylan removed his fingers and pressed the vibrator against
her, causing her to jump at the jolt of sensation it sent through her. She’d
only ever used a vibrator when she was controlling it. With her eyes closed and
someone else holding the toy, she didn’t know how or when the sensations would
come. It was more thrilling than she could have imagined.

Kip moved her hips, pressing against the vibrator. At first
he moved the toy along the outer folds of her pussy, the ribbed sides enhancing
the lovely vibrations against her clit. Pushing the toy inside her, he drew
another moan from her. He fell into a rhythm of penetrating her with the toy
and then pulling it out to slide it along the length of her vaginal lips,
stimulating her clit before pushing it into her again.

Her pleasure grew, spiraling up through her until she felt
it in every part of her body. Her nipples were hard and sensitized and she
enjoyed even the small movement of the fabric of her top across them when she
shifted. Biting her bottom lip, Kip struggled to keep her thoughts straight
while her mind tried to process the torrent of arousal Dylan was forging in
her.

His technique of alternately filling her with the vibrator
and then pulling it out to rub against her clit was perfect and she was soon
panting. As her excitement built, she let her head loll back. “Oh god, yeah…”
she breathed.

“You like that?” Dylan’s deep voice held a tremor of its
own.

“Don’t stop,” was all she managed in answer. To have a man
concentrated solely on her pleasure, giving her whatever she needed to make her
come, was hot as hell. His confident hands didn’t falter in their rhythm and
Kip quickly approached the edge of a gorgeous release.

Although she longed for him to pull up her shirt and suck on
her hard nipples, she didn’t encourage him to touch her elsewhere. She had no
intention of escalating the situation. The last thing she needed was to get
involved with another man she couldn’t trust—and Dylan had proven that he
couldn’t be trusted.

But there was no question he could give her a hell of an
orgasm.

“Harder,” she demanded and Dylan increased the pressure
against her, leaning closer until his face was inches from hers. She opened her
eyes and their gazes met, the heat between them almost palpable.

“I want to see you come.” His voice was a low rumble and
from the look on his face it was clear that he was as excited to watch her
orgasm as she was to feel it.

How many times had she imagined Dylan saying such raw things
to her? And now here he was with his hands in her panties, asking her to come
for him. Kip clasped her hand over Dylan’s, holding him still for the
toe-curling moment when the pulsing tension in her pussy finally released in
wave after wave of delight. Whimpering, she pressed the vibrator and Dylan’s
hand back into action against her while she rode out every last spasm of
pleasure.

Chapter Five

Kip released Dylan’s hand and opened her eyes, meeting his.
He was smiling, clearly pleased with himself. Sitting back, he dropped the
vibrator back in her bag. She was completely relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss,
even in that moment that could have easily been incredibly awkward. But she
wasn’t going to allow it to be. “Dylan, that was
fantastic
.” She
stretched. “That’s definitely the way to go when it comes to first aid—screw
‘kiss it and make it better’!”

“Well,” he said slowly, his eyes glittering, “I can do that
too.”

Kip was shocked when a small twinge of excitement caused the
muscles between her legs to wake again with a tug. She’d never been
multi-orgasmic but here she was, ready to go again. She smiled and pulled her
legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, more than ready to change
positions after being trapped there for so long. “That sounds interesting,” she
said with a sly smile, her heart leaping. She couldn’t believe how this
impromptu trip home was turning out. “Why don’t you help me up and we’ll talk
about it?”

His boyish smile lit up his face. “Don’t move,” he jumped
up, his voice quick with excitement, “let me get the broom.” After sweeping the
debris away from her and setting the broom aside, he held out both hands to
help her up. Pulling her easily to his chest, he wrapped his strong arms around
her, her face inches from his. Warmth spread through her to her toes as she
relished the feeling of his muscular arms enveloping her again after all those
years.

She couldn’t ignore the pleasure she felt by being close to
him and, without thinking, she molded her body to his and tilted her face to
him.

He smiled. “Kip Parker,” he whispered, his deep voice
throaty and his mouth nearly on hers, “you are not the shy girl I once knew.”

The comment struck an odd note with her. No, she wasn’t.
She’d grown up…and she could pinpoint exactly when that growing up had been
rudely kick-started with a shameful betrayal by someone she’d trusted most
intimately.

Kip pushed him away before his mouth connected with hers.
Heart pounding, she backed away from him.
What am I doing? This is Dylan
Johnson.
He didn’t deserve her, not when what he had done to her still
twisted her gut with the memory.

“No. I’m sorry.” Her tone was firm. “This,” she gestured
with her hand back and forth between them, “
this
is not going to turn
into a sleepover.” Shaking her head vigorously to emphasize her decision, she
dismissed him. “I think you should go now. I can take it from here.” She turned
her back to him and smoothed her clothes down, wrapping her sweater tightly
around her. “Now, uh,” she looked around the room, trying to get her thoughts
straight. “How much longer will it take you to finish with the wood?”

“Oh,” his voice was flat, “I’m finished. I was coming to
tell you when I saw you trying to hang that star… ” His voice trailed off.

“I’ll get the money then.” She climbed the stairs to the
loft to get her purse, thinking it was ironic that eight years ago it was Dylan
paying her for “services rendered”.

When she returned with the money, she handed it to him with
a tight smile. He fingered the bills and looked at her, hesitating.

“Thanks again and sorry for making you come out on a
holiday,” she said, a little too loudly, hoping to encourage him to leave. He
shifted from foot to foot, not moving toward the door.

He counted out half the money and pushed it toward her.
“Here,” he said gruffly, “I can’t take all that.”

She put her hands up. “No, now, I put you out on Christmas
Eve, you missed dinner with your friends and…you earned it.” The corners of her
mouth crooked.
Oh, he’d earned it.

He shoved it toward her again and his voice held an edge of
anger. “Kip, I was never going to take it. The fact that you were willing to
give it to me was a measure of how desperate you were for the wood. It just
made me decide to deliver it.” He shook the money toward her. “I can’t keep it.
It wouldn’t feel right, especially not at Christmastime.”

She held firm. He studied her, his lips pressed into a thin
line. “All right, Kip,” he took a deep breath and looked down. “I don’t know
what things are like in Chicago, but around here in the ‘backwoods’ we don’t
take advantage of folks in trouble. If you won’t take this money, you tell your
mom she has a credit with me for one delivery of wood, okay?”

“Fine, that’s real nice of you,” she said, irritated. “Now
you have a Merry Christmas.” She retrieved his coat and handed it to him.
Taking it, he dropped his arms to his side and stood looking at her.