Christmas Eve (5 page)

Watching him, Eve could think of no reasonable explanation for her inexplicable wantonness. Sure, in her sex-deprived existence, she'd found ways to satisfy her baser needs, but falling into the arms of a complete stranger was not one of them.

Still, she was not ready to call a halt to Nick's sexual assault just yet.

Not while he held her so tenderly in his arms and looked longingly at her sweater-clad breasts, breasts that yearned for his attention with constant need.

Heat pooled in her stomach.

Off with it. Now. Strip me.

She shifted her weight, her breast shifting in Nick's hand and exciting her even more as she did.

Please
.

"If you like that, I've got more for you," Nick murmured, a smile in his voice, one hand fondling a still concealed breast. She writhed with an onslaught of desire that stopped her breath.

Her head lolled back. Her lips parted, everything within her burned with need. "Nick... please. Now?"

* * * * *

Nick chuckled. "Sweetheart, we've only just begun."

Eve was hot, like the sparkler he'd held too long one Fourth of July and burned his fingertips. He wanted her fully nude and beside him on the bed, so after another gentle squeeze, he released her enticing breasts. "Let's get you out of these clothes."

Eve wore so many layers he was delighted when she lifted her arms to assist. Her sweater and silky undershirt came up and off, then her skirt slid down. He was unaccustomed to the help of a call girl. The ones he'd entertained in the past simply stood, or laid, immobile, expecting to be admired as each layer came off, and not by her own hands, unless he'd ordered her to strip while he watched.

He stepped back to admire Eve. Calves hidden by soft suede boots joined thighs a horny man sometimes dreamed about, the soft kind a man could lose himself in. Legs long enough to lock around him, to pull him deeper inside her with their muscular strength. The legs of an athlete, now devoted to the sporting bed.

The lush woman standing before him, nude except for her bra and matching dark green panties and those tan boots, looked uncertain, as if unsure of her next move.

He harbored no such doubts, not with Croupier almost weeping to be set free from the confines of Nick's pajama pants. Nick ripped off his robe and drew Eve into his arms. The lace covered tips of her breasts molded against his chest. His hands slid down to cup her soft butt, partly revealed by the high cut of panties that left him anxious to uncover the wonders that lay beneath.

First, he needed to strip off his own clothes. He wanted no barriers between them when he finally removed her bra and took the heated flesh of her breasts in his hands. Buried his face in her cleavage. Licked her salty skin that smelled of apricots.

She moaned and reached for the bunched silk of his pajama pants. Her fingers trembled as she moved the elastic aside and delved inside. Croupier trembled, too.

More of her act, but sweet, just the same.

To assure Croupier's well being, Nick lowered his pants an inch or two for Eve.

Her gaze went from his rigid cock to his face and back. She wasted no time, freeing Croupier to stand up and out in all his glory, then shoved Nick's pants down and off.

She smiled faintly and wet her lips before looking back at Nick, a question in her glance.

"It's all yours, sweetheart," he assured her, stepping out of his slippers. "As little or as much as you like."

"I... like," she whispered fiercely, and he lifted her in his arms.

"Nick," she murmured, reaching up to him.

"All in good time, sweet Eve. All in good time." With great care he placed her on the silk sheets, then knelt, the carpet plush beneath his knees. He laved her navel and ran his tongue around its dimpled rim.

He started to slip off her boots, thought better of it, and ran his hands up the inside of her thighs instead. Her whole body quivered.

Nick swallowed convulsively. A queenly courtesan, Eve's refined grace set his blood on fire.

So responsive. This part was no act. Her quick reaction to his touch reminded him again of the sparkler he'd held too long.

Don't get burned
.

Not likely. He'd been deceived by too many women to allow it to happen again. The women frequenting his circle wanted just one thing: access to his bank account.

Enjoy yourself. This tempting dish is all yours for the night
.

When his thumb slid to the satin fabric covering her pussy, she almost came up off the bed.

"Nick, oh, Nick," she cried, trying to pull him up on the bed.

"Easy." He soothed her, a gentle hand stroking her thigh. "You don't have long to wait now."

That said, he buried his face in the inviting vee where her thighs met. Her panties were already damp, her musky, feminine scent an aphrodisiac. He licked the satiny fabric covering her mons. Once. Twice.

Eve climaxed with the force of exploding fireworks, her thighs keeping his head in place, every muscle taut as her body convulsed. She moaned, her intense passion preventing speech as her head lolled back.

At least this was no act. He'd hired a hot one. Some call girls faked their release. Those, he immediately saw through and sent them away early. He much preferred a responsive woman.

Like Eve.

Her twitching eased. This was so unlike him, to pleasure a woman without taking his own release, yet here he was on his knees with Eve still partially dressed.

That realization pleased him, although if asked, he couldn't have said why. He shoved aside the thought and cupped Eve's cunt.

She smiled helplessly. "I'm sorry. I should have waited..."

"No apologies needed."

"It's just that it has been a long time."

Interesting. Business been that slow
?

Nick chuckled. "I can assure you, sweetheart, it'll just be a matter of moments before you come again."

Eve's eyes widened in anticipation, and though it seemed impossible to him, her skin flushed a deeper pink as he leaned forward and unfastened her front-closing bra.

The straps of the lace-encrusted garment slid off her shoulders. Freed from confinement, her liberal breasts increased in magnitude beneath his gaze. His brow lifted. His admiring gaze locked with her uncertain one.

He smiled to reassure her, then reached out his hand and tweaked one rosy tip. Her nipples tempted him, each the color of fine wine. Absolutely perfect. And each deserved a taste, if only to sample their sweet allure.

At his touch, Eve writhed, and when he squeezed, moaned, then went still while he licked each rosy tip to a proud puckered stance.

"You're so beautiful." The catch in his voice surprised him. "See how perfectly this fills my palm."

He didn't stop with just weighing the plump mound in his hand, he smoothed it, shaped it, squeezed it, continuing to excite the nipple with quick flicks of his thumb.

Chapter Six

Eve panted helplessly, and gave in to a heart-felt moan. "Nick?"

"Soon. I haven't had my fill of looking at you, touching you, undressing you." His empty palm slid to her waist, then down, until the elastic band of her panties stopped its progress. One finger, then two found the slight hollow formed by her hipbone and insinuated themselves beneath the band.

Eve marveled at the man watching her so intently, again feeling vulnerable beneath Nick's gaze. Earlier this evening, they'd never even met. Now she lay helpless and nearly nude before him. She wouldn't have believed it possible if it weren't happening to her.

"Don't worry, you're safe with me," he murmured, then traced the curve of her ribs with his tongue, a highly erotic action that threatened to halt her breath.

She reached for his head, buried her fingers in his thick, dark hair, something she'd longed to do ever since she arrived. His shiny hair felt even better than she expected, crisp, springy. Lively.

Like Nick. His intriguing blue eyes twinkled with untold secrets, things that greatly amused him that he'd not yet shared. And though well-carved, his jaw was never hard. Was he always in a good mood, or was it all pretense? When she'd least expected it, she'd seen a shadow cross his expressive eyes.

But now he was smiling at her, and sliding her panties down over her feet. Why hadn't he removed her boots?

As Nick ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, the sudden leap of her heart told her the time for rational thought had passed. Her knees separated at his touch, her flesh beneath his hand growing warm.

"Sweet Eve," he murmured, following the path of his hand with his lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses up her leg and a pool of need gathering where his hand now rested.

But not for long.

He stretched out beside her and began to probe her swollen pussy with one finger, to plumb her depths, until his finger found the center of her urgent need, her clit. She couldn't help but cry out, "Yes. There."

"And here. And here. And here." He had a smile in his voice as he touched sensitive places she didn't even know she had.

She reached for him, timidly at first, then boldly took his throbbing erection in her hand, heard his quick intake of breath, felt him sigh. He had an enormous dick, pulsing and round and so silky smooth it excited her just to hold his hot flesh in her hand.

Eve shifted, brought her knees together, one thigh rubbing the other. "None of that. If you want release, just say so."

"I have," she replied bluntly, then grinned.

Nick opened a drawer to his night stand and sheathed himself without her even asking, sending her respect for him up a notch. He returned to her and leaned down to tenderly kiss her lips. His tongue told her quite plainly what he had on his mind, and all thoughts of improprieties fled.

His kiss went on and on until her head spun and she was almost blind with desire. Then he pushed her knees apart and took his rightful place between them.

* * * * *

Eve’s welcoming smile made Nick's heartbeat thud in his chest; still he refused to rush and took her nipple between his teeth instead of burying himself between her legs as he normally would. She all but purred. He flicked the tight bud, licked it, twirled it, tried to swallow the whole breast, while beneath him, Eve mewed like a kitten and bent her knees.

The friction of her soft leather boots against his hips made his cock throb to the point of near-pain. A man could take just so much. He abandoned her nipple, went back to her lips, and as his tongue sought entrance into her mouth, Croupier slid into her hot pussy.

Eve quivered. Sighed. Locked her legs around his hips.

Those might not be cowboy boots, but the lady is in for the ride of her life
. Nick lunged in, then out.

Eve's breath exploded in a quick rush.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, no. Don't stop," came her hasty reply.

He established a fast rhythm, aware it was probably all Eve could do to just hold on. With the sensual slap of leather and the occasional poke of stiletto heels urging him on like a cowboy spurred a horse, he was unable to slow the pace, a stallion servicing a needy mare.

Surely I'm not being too rough.

He needn't have worried. He soon discovered that Eve was as turned on as he, for he had no more than set the rhythm when he felt her inner muscles begin to twitch.

"Yes," he cried. Her mewling sounds turned into muffled moans, and those moans into full-fledged wails as her climax crashed over her again. Shock waves made her body tremble, exciting Nick even more.

"Yes!" Nick stiffened, and released his sperm.

He collapsed on top of Eve, fully aware he might be crushing her, but for the moment, too replete to move.

Too stunned. Never, absolutely never, had he ejaculated with such force. He felt as if his toenails had been ejected too.

He required a long moment of contemplation before he was able to move. Then he rolled off Eve, but still hugged her close.

His thoughts were not worth sharing. He attributed this immense feeling of satisfaction first to the chilly weather. Then to the warm bed. And last of all, to the two people sharing it, and their readiness to have sex.

"Whew." Eve still breathed in short sexy pants.

"Damn straight." His hand lingered on her breast. She felt soft, and incredibly warm, a cozy companion for a cold, snowy Christmas Eve.

"Stay the night," he murmured, anxious to bind her to him until morning. He didn't want to think beyond then.

"I think I have to. My car..."

He was far too content to play that game right now.

"Stay with me, in my bed," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr as he nuzzled her neck.

She thought a moment while he waited. "Alright, if you're sure."

He let the held breath out. What was wrong with the woman? Didn't she
want
to earn more?

Chapter Seven

Nick was suddenly famished. "Are you hungry?"

Eve laughed as she rolled away from him on the wide bed. "No, but apparently you are."

"I'll tell you what. There's an extra robe on the back of that closet door. I don't want you to get chilled on your way to the kitchen. There's cherries jubilee for dessert. While I put it together, maybe you could tell me what I'm doing wrong."

"My mouth is already watering. In my grandparents' home, cherries jubilee was always a special Christmas Eve treat. "

She joined Nick and walked down the hall with him. His arm encircling her waist felt so right it frightened him. A man could quickly become accustomed to this.

Just not him
. He knew better than to risk it, but for the next few days he'd indulge himself.

What harm could befall him if he kept his eyes open to all the pitfalls in his path?

When he stepped into the kitchen, Nick realized the smell of over-simmered rum had replaced the enticing aroma of carefully prepared food, and wondered if his luck had run out.

"Did it burn?" Eve asked, her own disappointment adding to his.