Blindsided
Sexual Studies 2

Surely a deranged killer wouldn’t keep such a neat house, would he?

The place was gorgeous and elicited only one response. She said it almost involuntarily. “Wow.”

“Thanks.” Her host nonchalantly pointed to where a phone hung on the wall just to the right of the kitchen. “Phone book is in the drawer beneath. Since I don’t think you’re from around here, I want to tell you that Tomahawk is closer, but Rhinelander is bigger. More tow companies. You might try both.”

Her own clothes were fairly wet, and her hair clung to her face and neck in cold, clammy clumps. Rather self-consciously, Kerin smoothed it back as best as possible. The phone book was a sliver compared to the Indianapolis directory, but she did find three towing companies. While she made her calls, Mr. McCutcheon disappeared up the stairs to what was presumably a bedroom. Just as she was hanging up the phone, he came back down, his tousled hair much drier, and another shirt and set of jeans replacing his wet ones. “Any luck?”

Carefully cradling the receiver, she admitted, “Well, sort of. There’s a snow emergency, which I think is what you tried to tell me back on the road. I guess the police will ticket you if you’re out right now. They said as soon as they could get out there, they would tow it to a garage and look at it.”

“Kind of what I thought they’d say.”

“The snow isn’t supposed to stop for at least twenty-four hours.” 

“Is that so?” His face wore nothing but a neutral expression. Arms crossed over his broad chest, he leaned casually against the kitchen counter. His hair must be naturally wavy for it had begun to curl as it dried dark against the strong column of his neck. His mouth was a firm, even line.

“And,” she added with gloom, “the wind is supposed to stay like this for even longer than that.”

He said nothing. Probably, Kerin thought morosely, wondering how he’d ended up with an unwanted houseguest when they were likely to be snowed-in for several days. If she was uncomfortable and uneasy about being trapped with a total stranger, how must he feel about having some unknown female in his house for what looked like a long time? Taking deep breath, she said swiftly, “Mr. McCutcheon, I haven’t thanked you yet for stopping to help me. I really have no desire to impose on you but there doesn’t seem to be much—”

“Jesse.” The interruption was smooth.

Kerin blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

His fine dark eyes looked amused. “My first name is Jesse. Mr. McCutcheon is a little formal.”

Disconcerted, Kerin mumbled, “All right then, Jesse.”

Dark brows lifted a fraction. “And you are?”

Had she not even told him her name? She paused a moment before she said quietly, “Kerin. Kerin Smith.”

It was better for the both of them if he didn’t know her real name.

Wasn’t it?

 She had no idea.

Jesse McCutcheon didn’t even blink at her unoriginal deception. He just scanned her up and down with a quick look. “I’ll see if I can come up with something dry for you to put on.”

Staying with some unknown man, wearing his clothes...the situation was crazy, almost as crazy as the situation she was running from. Kerin quickly shook her head. “Don’t go to any more trouble, I’m fine.”

A violent gust shrieked past the house, rattling the kitchen window and sighing uncannily like a wounded animal. Her host asked politely, “You really want to spend the rest of the evening in soaking wet clothes?”

“Well, no.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay.” Her reply sounded a little ungracious, even to herself. She modified it by adding, “You’ve already done too much.”

He tilted his head slightly and looked at her with a disconcerting, intelligent gaze. “Would you drive past a stranded motorist, and leave them there in the middle of a storm?”

Even though the house was warm, Kerin felt cold from the sodden fabric sticking to her legs and upper body. He was right about her needing to change clothes. She shook her head.

“Of course not.”

There was an undercurrent of amused exasperation in his voice. “So then, relax a little, Kerin Smith. I wasn’t out prowling for my next victim, I was just driving home. And I didn’t stop because I wanted to lure you to your doom. I just did what you would have done yourself. I’m a nice guy, I promise.”

At that moment, the entire house went pitch dark.

ADULT EXCERPT

She felt wonderful, so soft and female against his bare chest. His cock actually throbbed, the beat of blood matching the rhythm of his heart. Moving his mouth to her ear, he kissed the delicate hollow beneath, and murmured, “Let’s take this off.”

She didn’t resist when he tugged the tee-shirt off over her head, lifting her arms in cooperation. Jesse couldn’t help but take in a ragged breath. Her body was pretty much how he had imagined: slender, her breasts not large but beautifully formed, and just the right size for her delicate frame. They were tipped with rosy pointed nipples he couldn’t wait to taste.

“It’s warm in the bed,” he suggested in a husky voice.

Her fingers slid down his torso and fumbled with the fastening at the top of his jeans. “Take these off and we’ll get warm then.”

“Gladly. You, too, though.” He ran his finger along the elastic of her bikini underwear, feeling her smooth warm skin, noting that though the woman currently lowering his zipper dressed conservatively, she wore very slinky black lacy panties.

What a turn on.

Jesse slid them down, his hands lingering on her bare ass. It was firm and nicely shaped. In turn, she shoved his briefs and jeans down his hips. Slender fingers brushed his erection.

His laugh was a short expulsion of breath and Jesse could feel his heart pound. He stepped out of his pants, watching her slip into the bed. Those same blue eyes that had been so wide and dark with fear earlier held an entirely different light, but he sensed what was happening at this moment was just as much fueled by whatever sent her running.

Because she was running from something. He didn’t have to be a genius to figure that out.

That meant he was probably really taking advantage of her and the situation even though she’d made the suggestion. They both had quite a bit of wine too, before, with, and after dinner.

Really, he shouldn’t fuck her.

But damn it, he wanted to in the worst way. Even on such short acquaintance, he’d discovered she was exactly his type. Smart, driven, hard-working, and he’d always had a thing for blondes. That body too, was exactly right, trim and toned and feminine in every single way.

Yeah, as much as he might second guess this decision down the line, right now he was pretty sure he couldn’t stop if he wanted to anyway. His rock hard dick was definitely in charge at the moment.

Jesse climbed in next to her and slipped his arms around her for another kiss, this one so hot it would melt steel girders. Her hands ran over his back and up again as they pressed into each other, and he could feel wonderful pressure of her stomach on his stiff cock. His balls actually ached and the warm soft sensation of her naked body against him was enough alone to make him explode like some horny adolescent.

“God, you feel good,” he murmured, tangling his fingers in her hair. “I hoped you couldn’t tell I was fantasizing about this when we were sitting downstairs, but I must have sent the vibe anyway.”

Kerin gazed at him, her hands on his shoulders, her soft mouth slightly parted. “The important thing to me is that you wouldn’t have done anything about it if I hadn’t asked you.”

With a light laugh, he nuzzled her neck and kissed his way lower. “How do you know?”

“I just do somehow. I think I’m a pretty good judge of character. Oh …yes…”

There was no way to suppress his purely male inner grin as her voice trailed off breathlessly when he took a nipple into his mouth. He lightly suckled at first, and discovered quickly that she not only liked that, she loved it. Her body arched convulsively and the low moan that came from her throat was the sexiest thing he’d heard in a long time.

Fine with him. He thought breasts were God’s gift to the human male, and if she liked having her perfect tits touched, kissed and sucked, well hell, he was just the right man for the job.

He liked putting his mouth other places, too, and after a few minutes of breast play that had her panting and shifting impatiently under his mouth and hands, he moved south.

Even with the blast of the wind outside actually rattling the windows, he could hear her shift in breathing. Jesse inhaled her female fragrance as he nuzzled her pubic hair, his hands suggestively putting pressure on her inner thighs. Kerin parted for him with willingness, and he began to lick her pussy in long slow strokes, tonguing her clitoris, then sweeping downward, tantalizing the delicate nerve-endings.

The lady in his bed really, really liked it.