Take the Heat

“So fuckin’ good to see you again, Viv.” He wanted to toss her onto the table between them and fuck her then and there. Lord knows the many jealous eyes on them were thinking much the same, he told himself.

Her smile broadened as she pulled back slightly, her deep blue eyes staring into his. “I’ve missed you.” She sounded so goddamned genuine! He couldn’t imagine a girl like her being hard up for dates outside these walls, but then…he knew her fantasies. Her desire for a real “bad boy,” not one of those pampered rich dudes who owned a bike and thought they were badass.

Locked away for murder as Sean was, that definitely meant he qualified.

He tugged her arm in a harsh grasp, and he lifted her hand, placing a kiss on her delicate fingers. His hard, emerald eyes stared into her blue gaze. “Damn it, Viv,” he muttered, such suppressed emotions rumbling beneath the surface. “You got no idea what it takes to resist throwing you on this table, yankin’ that little slutty skirt of yours up and takin’ a crack at that sweet cunt of yours right here and now.”

It would’ve been simple dirty talk for most couples, but as he rubbed her fingers over the dark stubble of his jawline, she knew it wasn’t.

A shiver of excitement went through her, and even the lacy bra couldn’t hide the stiffening of her nipples beneath the light material. She definitely didn’t use, or need, any padding.

She lingered so very near to him, letting her sweet scent surround him before she swallowed and sat on the bench next to him. Her legs crossed, her ankle rubbing against the harsh material of his pants.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” she murmured, looking so damned shy and submissive. He knew she wasn’t. She was a manager or something at one of the local offices, and she did all their PR. No shy girl could do that, especially not at her age. She was only thirty, after all.

“I just kept thinking of seeing you.” Her hand fell to his thigh, squeezing it in her manicured grasp, feeling the hard, corded muscle beneath. Not an inch of his physique was without the sculpted toning he worked so hard on.

More prominent even than the bulge of that muscle was the heat of his loins, his cock so damn stiff in his pants as he sat beside her.

Sean reached up, cupped her soft, smooth cheek and stroked his thumb across her beautiful face. “Won’t be long now,” he muttered to her, barely restraining himself. In fact, it was only the truth of that statement that kept him in check at all. “If it wasn’t for that, I’d say to hell with these fuckers and pounce you right now, Viv,” he said, wetting his lips. “I’d say to hell with good behavior, and just make the most of this time in the way that matters.”

He narrowed his eyes with such longing. “Fuck, you are one perfect beauty.”

She flushed as if she’d never heard that before. Her cheeks turned rosy, and her breasts swelled with her quickened breath. “I can’t wait to get you home,” she whispered back into his ear, her voluminous hair blocking her lips from any spying guards. “To see what you’re capable of.”

He grabbed her thigh abruptly with his free hand, with a strong, hard grasp that immediately wedged its way between her shapely thighs. He didn’t do it gently, but he brought his hand up to her sex there in the middle of the room, surrounded by dozens of other inmates and their families. “You’re a good girl,” he growled, feeling the bare flesh of her puffy slit, no panties in the way to prevent his touching her. “But you might regret that by the time I’m finished riding you.” The dark words were filled with both promise and threat as he grinned at her with such an uneven, dark expression.

Her head tilted back, her light brown hair cascading over her back as she arched her breasts toward him. Oh, how badly did she want that! It was all she could talk about in her letters.

Though in person there was another topic she loved hearing about. She was too bright to write about it, to try to tempt him to incriminate himself further. But she loved hearing about why he was there. About what he’d done.

“I can handle it,” she promised.

His grin curved higher across one cheek as he brushed his hand back into her thick, luscious head of hair. He couldn’t help but adore those soft waves. “You better be,” he nearly growled, rubbing his thick, strong fingers against her bare little slit, prying those labia apart to finger her clit.

It wasn’t fair, after all, that she got to torture him so while he was in prison, unable to do anything about it, without torturing her in return.

“You know I don’t like to see beauty wasted,” he murmured, a reminder of what he had done in such a twisted manner. “And yours is too precious to want to see wasted on the first night out of here.”

Her breath was so quick, and she rubbed her button nose along his jaw, along the cusp of his ear. Her body was screaming for him, and she parted her legs as she invited his cruel torture. “I’ll last.”

Getting carried away, he couldn’t help but slide a finger inside of her narrow little cunt, let his thumb rub her sensitive nub of a clit and imagine what it was going to feel like to finally get his dick into her after so long. His lips found hers, and he kissed her in a wet, messy, passionate embrace. He delved his tongue into her mouth, searching out her moist muscle as they made out then and there amid the throng of people.

Those sweet moments of tasting her mouth, her pinkened lips, and inhaling her rich feminine scent were almost too much for him. His thickly corded muscles twitched as he nearly pushed her back onto the table before a guard called out. “Flaherty!”

All the same, he was slow to break it off and gave her lips a few more sensuous kisses, their mouths smacking moistly as he slipped back and stared into her eyes. He retreated his hand and circled her clit as the guard went away, satisfied that they weren’t too obvious about their violations of the rules.

He’d left her breathless, and her blue eyes were heavy with arousal. She’d been so close. So, goddamned close to making a mess all over the prison bench. Just a few threatening words of warning, his fingers working her clit, and she was all his.

“Not long,” she whimpered. “It’s all set up.”

Sean licked around his lips, tasting the fleeting remnants of their kiss as he squeezed her soft inner thigh and gave her one last teasing swirl of his finger. “Good,” he said in a grunt. “Won’t be long then, and I’ll have you all to myself, Viv. I’ll be out of here for good, and you’ll be mine. All mine.”

The guard returned and tapped his baton against the wall beneath the clock. “Wrap it up, Flaherty,” he told Sean in a dry voice.

“Where’s the time go, huh?” Sean remarked and then shamelessly shoved his mouth to hers again, bending her back as he held her in his thick, muscled arms. He kissed her so deep, making such a lewd display of it in the middle of the room as he said his good-bye.

“Damn it, Flaherty!” complained the guard as he stomped toward them.