7. Unwritten Fire
Chapter 7
Unwritten Fire
Ash
“N
ot even close.” I bite out a laugh, downing the last of my whiskey.
Time for a refill, or I could forgo the glass and chug the damn liquid from the bottle.
“I’m serious. You’re terrified that a woman could wrap herself around your heart and set up residence.”
Drumming out an erratic rhythm on the table, I clear my throat, feeling my ire rise. “Sorry to disappoint you, but that’s not the case. Love and romance are two words I don’t use. Not now, not ever.”
I’m not sure what emotion I expect, but the sympathetic expression crossing Ori’s face isn’t one of them. “I could argue your statement and tell you that one day you might believe differently, but that would be a moot point, wouldn’t it? Instead, I’ll simply nod in agreement and swiftly change the subject.”
“Why are you changing the subject?”
Her eyes widen. “It’s obviously a touchy one for you. Someone has hurt you at some point. No one starts out the gate detesting the idea of love. I’m sorry someone treated you poorly.”
“Doesn’t matter.” I mutter the words, hating how easily Ori sees through my facade.
Or maybe she’s the first woman to bother looking for the cracks.
Either way, she’s right. Once upon a time, I believed in love—fully and madly bought into the whole concept. Even got down on one knee and asked the woman to marry me. That’s when she informed me that marriage wasn’t an option—namely, because she was already married.
Nice of her to tell me six months into the relationship.
C’est la vie.
After that fiasco, I shelved the idea of true love and soulmates.
Since then, my bed has remained warm and my heart intact.
I plan to keep it that way.
“Can I go again?”
Ori’s voice jerks me from my reverie, and I nod, pouring some more whiskey in preparation. “You’re hijacking this game, beautiful, but go ahead. Another deep and philosophical inquiry?”
“Not at all. An easy one. How many piercings do you have?”
Thank God, it is an easy question.
“Six … no wait, seven.”
“I see three.” Ori motions to my head, referring to my earrings and nose ring.
“My nipples and—” I stick out my tongue, running the bar along my teeth .
Now it’s Ori’s turn for the slight bodyweight shift. Seems I’m unhinging her, too. “Ah, interesting.”
“I haven’t heard any complaints. Great for all manner of dining.”
A cocky aside? Yes, but I need a segue from the heavy talk.
Ori giggles, a slight flush coloring her face. “Is that a fact?”
“It is.”
“That’s still only six piercings.”
I pause for effect, knowing this one will shock the hell out of a woman like Oriana. Hopefully, in all the right ways. “My cock.”
Those huge brown eyes widen, her jaw slackening at my answer. “You’re joking.”
“Nope. Want to see?” I slide my fingers beneath my waistband, tugging it down just enough to tease, giving her a hint but letting her imagination fill in the rest.
Will I show her if she responds in the affirmative? Damn straight, I will.
I’m going to push the envelope.
Starting now.
“Is that your standard line?” she asks.
“I don’t need lines.”
She captures her lower lip between her teeth, making my dick strain against my jeans.
“Doesn’t that make sex a painful undertaking?”
I lean forward, inching ever closer to her. “No, sweetheart. It makes it fabulous.”
“For you or me?”
Now, we’re getting somewhere.
“For us both. Admit it, you’re curious. ”
Ori fumbles with the clasp holding her hair, her long locks tumbling over her shoulders.
Fuck, but she’s beautiful.
“I’m intrigued. Women like me, you know, us staid prissy types, don’t play with many hot, pierced men.”
I quirk a brow at her, my come-hither smile adorning my face. Thanks for the ego boost, doll. “You think I’m hot?”
“I think you know you are.”
“Here’s the thing. I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks or believes, okay? I want to know what you think.”
She huffs out a breath, her cheeks reddening under my intense scrutiny.
No way you’re getting away from this conversation, Ori. You started it.
“Well?”
“You’re goddamn gorgeous, okay? Even though, until recently, I held some not very nice thoughts about you.”
“How about now?”
The flush on her cheeks intensifies, and she looks away. “Can we talk about something else?”
Knew it.
I knew she felt it, too.
“Sure, as soon as you answer the question.”
“I’ve had thoughts, even though I’m aware I’m not your type. There. You happy now?”
Her response irks the hell out of me. With a growl, I move closer, brushing my leg against hers. “See? That’s proof you don’t know me.”
“You told me not an hour ago that I wasn’t your type.”
I shrug, leaning in to catch a hint of her delicious scent again. “You’re not, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re sexy as fuck, Ori. ”
I half expect her to inch away, but it seems her body is as desperate as mine.
That fire I hoped to stoke? Baby, it’s burning.
“You’re telling me the big, tatted motorcycle man likes the mousy librarian type?” I see the doubt in her eyes, as her gaze roams over my face, searching for a sign that I’m messing with her.
All she has to do is look at the pronounced bulge in my pants to know I’m deadly serious.
“No. I’m telling you that I like you. I’m going to kiss you and not stop until we’re both naked and I’m buried inside you.”
A pant flies from her lips, and it’s one of the sexiest sounds I’ve heard all night.
“Any objections?”
I swear to God, if she gives me the go-ahead, she will be naked within thirty seconds. I’m that desperate for her at this point.
Ori chews on the inside of her lip before shaking her head. “I’m not looking to be another name on your list, Ash.”
Truth is, I’m not looking for her to be one. I’m not sure what’s happening between us, but I know I don’t want to stop. “There is no fucking list. There’s you and me. Right here. Right now. I promise, I’ll love you like no one ever has before. What do you think?”
“Whose turn is it?”
My face splits into a grin at her attempted diversion.
Not a chance, beautiful. We’re seeing this one through to fruition.
I grab the pillow Ori is using to shield herself, tossing it on the floor as I move up the length of her body. Balancing my weight on my forearms, I nuzzle her lips with the slightest caress. “It’s my turn. Tell me what you want, Oriana. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Her entire body trembles, but I feel the heat rising from her skin.
Once again, her intoxicating scent fills my nostrils, beckoning me closer.
Never close enough.
Dipping my head, I press a kiss at the base of her ear, my breath delivering a delicious tickle. “What do you want?”
“Everything.” Her words are barely a whisper, but they’re all I need to hear.
My original plan? To drizzle a few kisses along her ivory skin and leave her begging for more. But the moment my tongue glides along her neck, tasting her warmth, I’m done for.
The tables turn and all I feel is her body as she strains toward me. By the time I capture her kiss, Ori owns me.
My new mission for the evening? Spending every second until daylight, loving every inch of her. Making her mine.
Ori’s arms twine about my neck as she pulls herself closer, her tits mashing against my chest.
My mouth claims hers, my hand slipping into her hair as my tongue teases her with all the ways I plan to please her tonight.
But just like with everything else, the woman gives as good as she gets. Ori returns the kiss with a fierceness that is pure fire, as her fingers glide along my sinewy muscle.
Gliding my fingers under her shirt, I play along the soft skin of her abdomen before skimming the material over her head. I can’t keep the smile from my mouth as I drink in her full breasts, barely contained by her purple lace bra.
She reaches for the button on her pants, but I stay her hand.
“Let me do it. I want full control.”
“You realize I want a turn, too, right?”
“Fuck yes, Ori, you will get a turn. There’s no way I’m missing a chance to have that gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock.”
“Gorgeous and talented,” she purrs, dragging her lips along my neck and setting off an array of sparks. “But I’ll let you be the judge.”
What is it about this woman? Her every word drives me closer to the edge, and I haven’t even tasted her yet.
I pull off her pants, my cock hardening to the point of pain. The woman can’t weigh over 110 pounds, but she’s got full breasts, a juicy ass and hips just made for holding. How the hell does such a tiny woman rock such incredible curves?
All I know is I’m damn thankful she does.
My gaze wanders over the matching lingerie. Yet another unexpected pleasure Oriana is gifting me.
“Damn, but you are full of surprises.”
“What did you expect? Cotton briefs?”
“Honestly, it wouldn’t have mattered, but this is fucking hot, Ori. You are a spectacularly gorgeous woman.”
A flush crawls up her body, only upping her sexiness. Seems despite her supposedly storied past, I still get to her.
Good, because she is sure as hell getting to me. In all the best ways.
“You like?”
“Very much, although I prefer them on the floor. Nothing is coming between me and this amazing body.” I grab her ankles, gliding my hands along her soft skin as I drag that expensive lingerie down her legs and toss it over my shoulder to fully drink her in.
Laid out, and mine for the taking.
Shapely legs lead up to a perfect pussy, ripe for the tasting. Leaning in, I drag my tongue along Ori’s slick skin, as a low moan falls from her mouth.
My hands slide under that delectable ass as I bury my face between her thighs, breathing in her sweet siren scent. Fuck, but Oriana is all woman, and by the end of the night, there won’t be an inch of her I haven’t explored. Circling my tongue around her clit, I smile at her heated groan as her hands knit in my hair.
“You want more?”
“If you stop now, I’ll kill you on principle.”
A dry chuckle escapes my mouth. “Works for me. I’ll give you everything.”
I mean it, too.
My goal is always to leave a woman satisfied, but with Ori, it’s different. I want to love her so well that she never recovers.
She’ll always remain as desperate as she is at this moment.
As we both are.
Ori doesn’t hold back, her thighs clenching around my head as I show her all the bonuses of a tongue ring. Fuck, but she tastes good, like honey in my mouth.
A hum of satisfaction slips from her lips as I busy myself tasting her sweetness.
Just wait until I slide inside her.
She’ll be begging for everything I’ve got to give .
“Ash, please make me come,” Ori urges, her dark eyes daring me to deliver on my promise.
But despite her pleas, I won’t rush. It’s too much fun drawing this out, working her body into a frenzy of feelings.
I eat every inch of her delicious pussy, sinking my fingers into her wetness to stroke her deep and slow while my tongue teases her clit. I’ll lick her all night until she passes out from the overwhelming ache, knowing that at this moment, I own her every thought.
Tortured moans squeeze past her mouth, and shivers rip through her body as I spend the next several minutes driving her wild.
“Ash, please. I’m begging you.”
What a lady wants, a lady gets.
Ori’s body bows under the force of her orgasm, her nails dragging across my skin with such ferocity there will be marks for days.
If it were any other woman, I’d be pissed about the scratches. But with Ori, I crave them. I want her marks on me, just as I want to mark her body for my own.
I move up her body, savoring the sight of her beneath me.
Fuck, but she’s a vision—flushed skin, hair spread out against the pillow, a sated breath escaping her lips.
Ori runs a hand through her hair, a husky chuckle rising from her chest. “Now, I get what all the fuss is about.”
“You like?” Grazing my lips along the column of her throat, I latch on, sucking that silky ivory skin as she writhes beneath me.
“Ash, Ash.”
Every time she says my name, it revs me up a bit more. Pulling back, I note the purplish area prominently displayed on her neck.
Childish? Maybe, but I’m sure as hell not sorry I did it.
“You marked me, didn’t you?” Her dark eyes drill into me, a sassy grin crossing her face.
See? I knew she’d take it well.
I belt out a laugh as I feel for the claw marks on my shoulders and upper back. “Returning the favor, beautiful. These scratches will take a while to heal.”
“I could apologize, but I’m not sorry.” Ori repositions herself, wrapping her shapely stems around my waist. “In fact, I’m just getting started. And now, it’s my turn.”
I’ve found my new best friend. No question.
With a quick nip to her neck, I jump to my feet and yank off my boots and jeans.
But Ori isn’t content to lie back and watch. With a catlike grace, she moves to my side, kneeling before me, those brown eyes wide with anticipation.
Funny, I’ve never had sex with a woman wearing glasses before. Let me tell you, with Ori, it’s the hottest thing in the world.
My personal sexy librarian.
Looping her fingers in the waistband of my boxers, she pulls them down, my erect cock now only inches from her gorgeous mouth. “Well, you are just exquisite, aren’t you?”
When she dances her tongue along my tip, I damn near lose it. I’ve been riding on that edge since I first touched her, and I’m not sure how much more I can handle.
But Ori senses my need, and in true fashion, sets out to push me past the brink of sanity. Wrapping her hands around my hips, she takes me into her mouth.
All of me .
Without a doubt, the most amazing mouth on the planet.
I wind my hand in her hair, meeting her sexually heated gaze. “You like my cock, don’t you?”
Ori hums out her response, her fingers tightening against my skin while her tongue continues to work me over.
No way can I hold out much longer, and I need to be inside her. Need to feel that warmth surround me and threaten to drown me whole.
With a grunt, I step back from her oh-so-talented mouth, pulling her up from her knees. I guide her to the couch, easing her down into the cushions before reaching for a condom from my wallet. Rolling it down my length, I spread her legs wide, positioning myself to claim her.
“I was hoping you had one of those,” Ori murmurs, scratching her fingers against my scalp as I slide my shaft through her wetness.
“Somehow, I doubt it would have stopped us.”
I always practice safe sex. Always. But with Oriana, throwing caution to the wind is a very tempting proposition.
With a huffed breath, I fill her, moans escaping us both as I bury myself to the hilt.
How does she feel so damn good?
So damn right?
Squelching these thoughts, I focus instead on her beauty, her hips meeting my every thrust, her face awash with the same passion I know lines my face.
“You are so tight,” I mutter, gritting my teeth against the building sensation.
She squeezes her sweet pussy around me, damn near causing me to lose my last vestiges of control. “We’re a perfect fit.”
“Fuck yes, we are.”
Ori continues milking my cock as I plow into her, both of us intent on driving the other mad with lust.
With a strangled cry, I explode, my vision going black. Beneath me, Oriana rides out her own orgasm, her cries echoing off the concrete walls.
I roll to one side, desperate to catch my breath after the greatest lay of my life.
Glancing into her face, I run a hand over my beard. “I think you’ve ruined me.”
She raises up on one elbow, pressing kisses to my chest. “Will you forgive me if I promise to do it again and again?”
I chuckle before claiming her delightfully dirty mouth.
What a night this turned out to be.
Here I thought Oriana was my nemesis.
Turns out she’s a dream come true. A very, very wet dream.
The truth hits like a sledgehammer, but I will the thought away before it can set up permanent camp in my brain.
I never hated Oriana. I hated she didn’t feel for me what I felt for her the moment I saw her.
Now, I have a million feelings. Feelings I haven’t allowed myself in over a decade.
Feelings I can’t allow myself, no matter how perfect a fit Oriana and I are.
Time to rein in these overwhelming emotions.
Christ, I have women throw themselves at me on the daily and have zero issue holding them—or my libido—at bay .
But this woman is a different story.
The few times I’ve dared to look into her eyes, I got lost in their depths.
I don’t lose myself to any woman.
Not after the last time.
No matter how exquisite a woman Ori may be, this ends in the morning.
There is no other option.