[Siren Classic: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, MF, HEA]
Voices and Lies
[Siren Classic: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, MF, HEA]
When Alicia Addison opens the door of Addison House to find the delectably sexy heartthrob, Derek Kadin, looking back at her with suitcases in hand, she sees all her wildest dreams coming true. Trouble is he doesn't want anyone to know his true identity, not even Alicia. Fearing he'll leave, she hides her knowledge of the truth, but as their relationship ignites both in bed and out, the lies between them threaten to tear them apart.
Derek Kadin was looking for an escape when he reserved a room miles from home at the Addison House B&B. What he hadn't expected to find was a woman for his bed, but the minute he sees Alicia he knows that's exactly where he wants her. When the casual vacation affair turns into more, Derek realizes she's a woman he doesn't want to let go. Can their relationship survive when secrets come out on both sides?
Garrett Henry is accustomed to people recognizing him as the guitarist for the band Faade. But the cute little blonde stealing glances from across the bar catches his attention like no other. One look down her petite curvy body and he knows she's way out of his league. Still, he finds himself drawn to her like a magnet.
For twenty-five years, Suzanne Cassidy has saved herself. Not necessarily for marriage but for the right man. Garrett Henry is far from her usual type, but he has an innate beauty she can't ignore. A short time with him and she knows she'll give him her most prized possession— her virginity. But Garrett is a heavy metal star, a man with whom forever is not an option and forever is exactly what she wants. Will Garrett be willing to give up the band for her? Can Garrett find a way to have both the band and Suzanne?
Voices and Lies
Alicia gritted her teeth and stomped to the door, her heels hitting the hardwood floor with such force she was sure the sound could be heard outside. Ready to give the inconsiderate pain in the ass Mr. Smith a piece of her mind, she jerked open the door and froze. Her heart hammered in her chest. All the heated words she had been ready to say died on her tongue. She couldn't move as she gazed into the milk chocolate eyes of Derek Kadin.
He looked at her with an intensity that was hypnotizing. As she watched, his gaze dropped to her mouth and she imagined he wanted to kiss her. It was a body language used in countless romance novels and it always preceded a passionate kiss. And how often did a woman in a romance novel open a door and fall into a man's arms, into a passionate kiss? All the time! It was one of the many sad differences that separated fiction from reality.
He licked his lips, a slow easy slide of his tongue that sent tingles of awareness to her very core. She felt her nipples tighten, felt the throbbing of lust begin between her legs. He mentioned several times on the band's Internet post board he often became aroused while performing by a certain look from a certain type of woman in the crowd. She knew now exactly what he meant.
She watched his eyes change. Watched the surprise, the attraction, the need wash over him and silently thanked the powers that be that she was still holding onto the door as her legs began to liquefy. What she didn't see in his eyes was recognition. He didn't remember her. She fought the jab of disappointment at the realization. They only met once, three months ago, for a total of about three minutes. She had been one of hundreds of women he met that day and she knew she looked completely different with her hair pulled back and clad in dressy businesswoman attire than she had with her free-flowing hair, Façade tee and blue jean shorts. How could she expect him to remember her?
“Hello,” he said softly in that smooth, oh so sexy, oh so Derek Kadin voice she loved.
The single word was like a tongue in her ear and had the same erotic effect on her body. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think! She tried to form an appropriate single sentence to say in her mind but failed. Finally she managed a weak hello and was afraid he heard every sexual sensation she was feeling in the tone of her voice.
He's just a man. He's just a man. The silent chant came back to her in its relentless repeat. It prevented her from becoming a drooling, babbling idiot the last time but last time they had been surrounded by thousands of people. This time they were alone and, just a man or not, the man was standing only an arm's reach away.
“Mrs. Addison?” he asked.
Her head bobbed up and down stupidly.
“I'm Derek Smith. I apologize for arriving so late. The drive took longer than I expected.”
“It's—” She paused, swallowed, attempted to reach some level of composure. “It's no problem. Please, come in.” She stepped aside, pushed the door open wider allowing him room to enter.
He stepped inside the foyer, a suitcase in each hand. She closed the door, stole a look at his ass as he passed by her. She only meant to glance but once her gaze landed on those firm buttocks clad in skin-tight pants of black and brow leopard print she couldn't tear her eyes away. Not until he turned to face her and she realized she was now staring at his crotch. Her gaze jumped to his face.
Busted! He caught her. She knew it by the amusement she saw in his eyes, the slow lazy smile that curved his succulent lips, and felt all the heat in her body rise to redden her cheeks.
She searched quickly for something to say, some way to play off the not so subtle appraisal she had been giving the lower half of his body and settled for the first nonsexual thing that came to mind. “I'm sorry you're forced to carry your own luggage. We have servants that usually do that for our guests but they have turned in for the night.”
“It's okay. I usually travel light.” He was still smiling. His gaze never wavered from her face.
God, she couldn't think when he looked at her like that! Like he wanted to toss away the suitcases, back her against the wall and fuck her until she screamed.
Hello, reality check! This was Derek Kadin, the famous, utterly desirable, heavy metal heartthrob Derek Kadin, not some handsome Joe Doe off the street. The man could have nearly any woman he desired. Why would he want to fuck her?
“I could wake them…”
“Not unless you have something you would rather do than keep me company until I get settled in,” he interrupted her. His eyes sparkled with sexual innuendo.
Sweet Jesus! Maybe he was the one who needed the reality check.
The only thing I would rather do is you. “Let me get the key to your room,” Alicia said quickly, before she let the truth spill out. “Would you like something to drink? Soda, water, coffee…” She nearly said Crown but decided on the word alcohol instead. He registered under an assumed name because he desired privacy, anonymity. So far, she didn't believe he realized she knew who he really was but if she pinpointed what she knew to be his favorite choice of alcohol she may give herself away.
Careful not to walk too close to him, knowing she would lose the bit of composure she managed to find if she did, she moved toward the gathering room doorway. “There is a fully stocked bar in there. Help yourself and I will go get the key.”
“Can I fix you one while I'm at it?”
It wasn't until then that she realized all the effects of the wine she drank earlier in the evening deserted her the instant she opened the door to find Derek Kadin on the porch. “Yes, please. I'll have whatever you're having.” She knew it would be Crown Royal and she normally didn't care for the hard brown liquors but right now she needed something strong.
He ravaged her mouth, slowly back-stepping her to the bedroom, stopping beside the bed. Her head fell back on a moan as his lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck. She felt his hands move up her back to hook one finger under each strap of her dress, leaned in to bury his face in her hair. “If you're having any second thoughts at all, think you will have any regrets in the morning, tell me now. Once I have you naked I won't be able to stop this time.”
Stop! Oh dear heavens above please don't stop. Unable to say the words, she answered him instead by slipping a hand between them and boldly cupping his cock. His intake of breath was quick, shocked and brought a smile to her face. Experimentally, she gently squeezed his rock-hard erection and knew the low moan that her pressured touch drew out of him would forever play on repeat in her mind.
It was all the answer he needed. With one practiced fluid motion, he pulled the straps from her shoulders and the dress fell from her body. He gazed down at her, took in her nakedness with a slow, easy, appreciative appraisal. “God knows I am not complaining sweetheart, but do you own any underwear?”
Alicia let out a nervous laugh. “A few pieces.”
“Throw them out.” His voice became hoarse as his hands began to explore. “These curves,” he lifted her breasts with his palms, “are far too perfect to be confined.” He bent slightly and drew one breast into his mouth.
Alicia's hand slid over his shaved head, loving the feel of his skin under her palm, and gripped the back of his neck as he feasted on first one breast and then the other. The feel of his mouth on her, the tender way he nibbled at her nipples with his teeth was more sensational than anything she ever known. So much so that when he pulled away and straightened before her, she nearly wept.
They gazed wordlessly at one another under the dim stars sparkling from the ceiling. Alicia didn't wait for an invitation, couldn't wait for him to make the next move. Keeping her gaze locked with his, she reached up to undo his tie.
When the knot was released, his hands joined hers to pull the tie from around his neck. Grasping it at both ends, he brought it over her head, draped it across the back of her neck and used it to pull her head to him for another soul steeling kiss. His movements were so quick, so tenderly forceful they sent an agonizing throb straight to her groin.
Her hands still between them, she quickly fumbled to release the buttons on his shirt. She managed to get the first three undone before frustration took over. She gripped one side of the material in each hand and pulled, popping the remaining buttons and effectively exposing the chest she so desperately wanted to feel.
Pleasantly surprised, he broke the kiss, leaned back slightly to look at her, one brow raised and amusement twinkling in his eyes.
She bit her bottom lip to hold back a grin. “Sorry. I'll buy you another one.” She submerged her fingers in the dark curls covering his chest. His quick intake of breath was surprising and satisfying.
“Please, keep going. I doubt I'll ever wear these clothes again anyway.” As he spoke, he purposely popped the buttons binding the shirt to his wrists and removed the garment, discarding it to the floor.
“In that case…” Alicia trickled the tip of one fingernail down his chest, following the trail of curls leading down his tight abdomen and stomach to the waistband of his slacks. Gripping the overlapping flap with two fingers, she tugged, snapping the button there too. “Not very well put together, are they?”
He laughed, a breathless, husky sound she'd never heard from him. “I take it nothing gets in your way when you set your eyes on something you want.”
“Not a thing,” she affirmed, pulling the flap of his pants a little harder. The sound of the zipper ripping echoed through the room. “You and I are alike in that way at least.”
“That we are.” His breath grew ragged as her hands moved over him, tugged down his ruined slacks to reveal a pair of solid black briefs.
She tsked. “You're trying to make me work for him, aren't you?” She pulled down the briefs before he could respond.
His cock sprang out before darting up to lay flat against his stomach. Alicia stared. She knew she failed to hide her surprise when she heard him make the slightest of laughs. The laugh halted on a sharply drawn in breath when she wrapped her fingers around his erection. He was thick, much thicker than she gauged from the bulge she often admired behind the confines of his leather pants.
Her hand slowly pumped his cock in an up-down slide, testing the ample length. She heard the air rush from his lungs as she lightly skimmed her thumb over the pre-cum beading on the tip. Her mouth watered wanting to taste him, wanting to wrap her lips around his engorged cock and see just how much of his length she could take.
Before she could act on that desire, Derek cupped her chin in his hand, drawing her gaze to his. His expression was serious, all the heat, all the arousal inside him depicted in his eyes.
She released his cock, her arms moving up to their place around his neck as his mouth slammed on hers. Their tongues twisted, tangled, and began a two-person mosh pit in the darkness of their mouths. He fisted the hair at the nape of her neck in one hand while the other pulled her closer with gentle force on the small of her back.
Alicia moved one leg around his opening herself, pushing her lower body against his and rocked, grinding the outer folds of her pussy against his stiff dick. He groaned into her mouth, his hand releasing her hair as both hands moved to cup her buttocks. When he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist locking her ankles behind his back. Slowly, tenderly, as though she were a delicate rose petal, he lowered them both to the bed never breaking the kiss or the hold they had on each other.
He pushed a hand between them, found the narrow patch of curls that led to her open sex. She was wet, throbbing, burning with need. He broke the kiss, caressed her cheek with his free hand, looking down at her as he delved a finger inside her aching channel. Her eyes closed as the pleasure swept through her. She unlocked her ankles, planted her feet flat on either side of them, her knees bent. She pushed into the mattress and lifted her hips off the bed to meet his inward plunge. His finger withdrew, slid up to her swollen clit and began a slow agonizing massage. The pressure increased inside her, begging for release.
“Derek.” His name was a hoarse cry in the silence broken only by the quiet sound of music drifting from the other room. It was then that she heard it, the soft piano melody of her song, their song just beginning to play.
“Let go Alicia.” He whispered it as he continued to massage her bud, pulling her closer to the climax she so desperately needed. “Cum for me. This is only the first of many orgasms I plan to give you tonight.”
“I don’t think I’ve danced this much since my senior prom,” Suzanne said later in the evening as they walked back to the booth.
“That couldn’t have been too long ago.” Garrett flashed a smile and her world seemed to shift.
She felt as though she had been riding a Tilt-A-Whirl all night. Each time he smiled at her, each time he pulled her into his firm muscular arms, each time he caressed her hair with his palm, the ground moved beneath her feet. When he gazed at her with those green eyes so full of intensity and desire, the world spun out of control. Never before had she sensed such heat radiating from a man, such a searing longing to be with her.
“It’s been almost ten years. Well, eight, actually.” She picked up her wine glass and sipped. It had grown warm while they were on the dance floor and she winced from the tartness.
“Do you want another one?"
“I better not. It’s getting late. I should probably be heading for the hotel.” She didn’t want her night with this man to end, but she had a growing sensation in her most secret places that was telling her if she didn’t get away soon, she might end up doing things she had no business doing.
Like going to bed with a man she had just met.
The devious, mischievous voice in her head booed and chided her while the angel applauded. Her heart tripped at the thought, then stilled at the realization that she wanted to tie the little angel’s hands behind her back, blindfold and gag her, and give the little devil the entertainment he wanted.
It was the wine, she decided, the alcohol impairing her judgment. Never mind the fact that she only had three glasses all night. She felt the desire within her to do things she never would have considered before. She wanted to say to hell with etiquette, with responsibility, with morals, with twenty-five years of waiting and ask this man to make love to her. But even if she were able to completely let go, she would never have the courage to make such a request. She couldn’t believe the thought even crossed her mind!
It was the little devil’s fault. Throwing away twenty-five years of celibacy for one night between the sheets! Did the little red freak with the devious grin and spiky horns think she had lost her ever-lovin’ mind?
Garrett placed a wad of bills on the table and stood. He walked her outside. “Do you have a car?”
“No, I took a cab.”
“Need a taxi, Miss?” a man leaning against a yellow car parked at the curb asked at the same time Garrett asked, “Can I give you a ride?”
Suzanne hesitated, her gaze darting between the two men. Her imaginary companions appeared on her shoulders. The angel on her right told her to take the cab, while the devil on her left whispered wickedly for her to allow Garrett to take her back to the hotel. She yearned to listen to the devil. He was so cute, and his beady little eyes were offering so much fun. She felt his power, felt the longing pull at her resolve. But she couldn’t. She shouldn’t. She knew she should listen to the angel instead.
“I better take the cab,” she finally said, albeit reluctantly.
Garrett nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. “How long will you be in town?” He walked with her to the taxi. The driver got behind the wheel and waited.
“I’m not really sure, a few weeks, probably.”
“Can I see you again?” His arms moved around her waist as he spoke. He pulled her to him and she went willingly.
“I—I have a suite at Loews until Friday.” The excitement of the possibility of seeing him again surged through her veins. “After that, I’ll be staying with a friend.”
“I’ll call you.” His voice lowered, growing so husky it took her breath away.
Unable to speak, she looked up at him and nodded. When he brought a hand to her face in a tender caress, she leaned her cheek into his slightly callused palm.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”
When she still said nothing, his hand moved to her chin. With a gentle tug of his thumb, her mouth parted for him as his lips neared hers.
Like everything else about the man, his kiss was soft and light, and when his tongue swept into her mouth, she felt it all the way to her toes. She sighed into his mouth as her tongue met his stroke for stroke. Sensations she hadn’t known were possible exploded inside her. His arms tightened around her waist as he pulled her closer still, and not for the first time that night, she felt his growing erection against her stomach.
All too soon, he ended the kiss and slowly pulled away. “You better go.”
Though it was the last thing she wanted, she knew he was right. She couldn’t explain the magnetic attraction between them, but sensed that if she didn’t watch herself, she could easily become welded to this man.
“Thanks for a wonderful evening.” She slid into the backseat of the taxi. “I had a great time.”
“So did I.” He leaned through the door to brush a quick kiss on her forehead. “I’ll call you.” He pulled back and shut the door.
As the taxi drove away, Suzanne wondered if she really would ever see Garrett Henry again. She wanted to. Every fiber of her being wanted to see him again, to be held by him, to be kissed by him, to do so much more. But in the course of a few short hours, he had awakened things inside her she hadn’t known existed, made her feel things she hadn’t thought possible. If she never saw him again, she would forever have fond memories of her first night in Philadelphia.
Who would have thought? She rested her head against the back of the seat and closed her eyes, a small smile toying with her lips. The little devil crossed his arms and scowled. The angel beamed, and muttered comforting words of praise.
He removed her bra with the same ease and tenderness that he used with her dress and, when he sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, she thought she might die from the pleasure. His tongue circled the pebbled surface around her already taut nipple, then his teeth gently enclosed around it, nibbling, sending a bolt of desire straight to her pussy. She felt the juices leak between her already sodden folds, the throbbing in her clit and channel so excruciating it drew a moan from low in her throat.
She writhed on his lap, her butt grinding against the bulge she felt beneath it. He was hard, and the movement of her butt cheek on his growing erection elicited a sound from him that was both exciting and mesmerizing.
His arms moved around her as he slowly lowered her to lie on the bed, but he didn’t move over her as she expected. Instead, he stood. Her legs dangled off the side of the bed and he ran his hands up them to the top of her dress now gathered around her waist. He lifted her hips, at the same time pulling the dress and her panties from her body. Her cheeks flamed as he stared down at her. She was completely naked now and on display for his appraisal.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said on a rush of air. He leaned over her, his hands flattening on her shoulders and slowly skimming down over her breasts, her belly, and her thighs. She sighed at the pleasure of his touch and her eyes closed involuntarily. His hands tugged at her thighs, urging them to spread, and she squeezed her eyes tighter, let her legs fall open.
She felt him move between her legs, sucking in a breath when his hand cupped her wet mound. One wide finger slid between her saturated folds, over her throbbing bud, then continuing down. Her eyes fluttered open in time to see him bring that finger to his mouth for a taste.
“And you taste beautiful, too,” he whispered, meeting her gaze. His eyes were darkened by passion and desire, his features soft and comforting.
Her gaze fell to his still-clothed chest as uneasiness pulled at her. What was she was supposed to do, to say?
Between her legs, he lowered himself to his knees. As if sensing her uncertainty, he whispered, “Relax. Just lay back and enjoy.” Then he lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders, lowering his face to her mound.
She couldn’t see what he was doing, wasn’t even sure she wanted to, but she felt his fingers slide over the outer edges of her pussy lips and the gentle pressure as he used those fingers to spread her flesh apart. Her back arched when the tip of his tongue connected with her swollen bud. Electricity ricocheted through her, bringing with it a heat so exotic she cried out from the surprise and sheer pleasure.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered against her flesh and stole another lick.
“Oh, God, yes.” She fisted the bedspread in her hands, her head lolling uncontrollably from side to side. The pleasure was so intense it nearly drove her mad! How could she have gone twenty-five years without feeling this?
“Do you want more?” He licked her in one slow, tantalizing slide, beginning just above her most secret hole and moving all the way up.
She wiggled, gasped, her fists gripping the bedspread so tightly her nails dug through the material and into her palms. “Please!”
Again, his tongue found her clit, this time lingering there. It circled, tickled, then moved slowly down to the never before touched opening of her vagina. When his tongue entered her, she thought for sure she would die. But oh, what a way to go!
“Garrett,” she gasped, her head tipping back as a pressure she’d never known built between her legs. What was happening? What was he doing to her? The feel of his mouth on her most intimate spot, of his tongue as he lapped at the wetness there was complete torture, and yet more pleasure than any she’d ever dreamed.
Her lower body instinctively writhed against his face, against his tongue as the feeling drove her to the brink of insanity. The pressure grew even more intense, unbelievably exquisite. She didn’t know if she was supposed to fight against it, didn’t know how she could, and when the callused tip of his finger touched her clit as his tongue sank deeper into her, she knew there was no way to fight it.
A small cry escaped her lips as white-hot fireworks exploded behind her eyelids brighter than that on the Fourth of July. Her insides convulsed, her toes curled, and her entire body shook with release. She barely felt him as he stood and moved, easing onto the bed to lie beside her.
Slowly her eyes fluttered open. He lay on his side, his upper body propped on one elbow as he gazed down at her. His green eyes were almost black, darkened by his own sexual need.
“W—what was that?” she asked when she was able to catch her breath.
A smile tilted his lips. “An orgasm. I take it that was your first.”
She nodded. “It was incredible.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He grinned as he leaned down to kiss her.
His lips, his mouth, tasted sweet and warm with the remains of her juices. It was unbelievably erotic and, despite the exhaustion the orgasm left in its wake, she felt her insides stir again.