Hot Wired (3 page)

“Not all of it.” He took her purse and dropped it on the antique hall table near the door. “I paint and Sham picks out the colors.” He cocked his gorgeous head and smiled warmly. “So, you like it?”

What a question. “I love it.” She turned slowly to take in the art pieces on the cream walls and the Persian rug under her feet. “I’m bowled over.”

“We’re glad you approve.” The soft, sensual voice belonged to Sham, who stood in one of the arched doorways, wiping his hands on a white towel. “Welcome, Carol. I hope you’re hungry.”

She was suddenly ravenous, but not for whatever he was cooking. Her mouth watered with anticipation for the taste of Sham.

“Yes, I am.” She slowly ran a practiced eye over him, loving his comfortable, put-together look. He wore a sensational short mulberry and white silk robe over black lounge pants. There was just enough golden skin showing at his throat to invite further exploration. “Did I arrive too early?”

Noticing they both wore foreign looking sandals, she slipped off her spike heels and tossed them next to the table her purse had been placed on.

“Come with me, Carol.” Baron took her hand, gesturing toward the large oval door across the room. “I’ll give you the grand tour. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

She noticed Sham had left them alone. Damn. Was he avoiding her?

Baron switched the overhead light on to what she assumed was the formal living room. This was definitely not an average working man’s home. “All this on an electrician’s wages?”

“You sound a bit cynical or, at the very least, suspicious.” Baron turned on a table lamp and doused the overhead light.

“Well, I find genuine Tiffany lamps and chintz upholstery a little out of the norm for two men.”

She didn’t mind him taking her into his arms to kiss her. This one was different, searching and delicious. Feeling his hands tug on the hem of her skirt brought back thoughts of the wild, uncensored sex they’d had in her home. Did he want a fast fuck before dinner?

He answered her question, squeezing the cheeks of her naked ass before searching out the warmth of her pussy. “What a woman. No panties.”

She gave into the waves of arousal swelling her folds and wetting his fingers. “What’s the matter? Can’t wait for dessert?” He smelled of the ocean, fresh and wild, his mouth catching hers in a demanding kiss that sent her tongue in search of his. He groaned, jamming his fingers up into her slick pussy.

“You have me so hot I can’t wait, baby.” Baron pulled his cock free of his pants and pushed against her. Pressing her to the wall, he pulled her leg up on his thigh, finding her throbbing opening.

She stiffened with ache and desire, bucking against him for every hot sensation she could grab. Already in the mood for uncontrolled emotion, she welcomed his rough handling, moaning with ecstasy while he dragged her dress down to suck hard on her nipples. Her orgasm ripped through her like a bolt of lightning, torching her pussy all the way up her backbone. She slumped against him as he finished, his mouth sucking on her neck while he came.

He seemed to have regained his senses, kissing her until she could stand on her own. “I’d like to have that sweet thing every day.”

She pulled her dress into order and laughed. “Sounds great, but I think we had better clean up before dinner.”

“You can use the bathroom down here.” He grinned, rubbing his cock. “I’ll have to change upstairs.” After a final deep kiss, he took the curved staircase in a hurry.

Wobbling some from her mind-bending climax, Carol found the bathroom door and was once again stunned by the elegance of the room.

Damn.

Mediterranean tile splashed out a scene of tranquil pools and water nymphs holding pastel conch shells and wearing nothing but sultry smiles. It was all tastefully done in muted colors, of course, but wasn’t that a pair of guys reclining on a couch in the background? They weren’t just talking.

She took a towel and wash cloth from the crystal rod over the tub and washed up. She opened her purse to take out a comb and lip gloss. Her hair clip hung on one side of her hair. She quickly combed it, secured the clip. After reapplying lip gloss, she was ready to see what the men had in mind. She couldn’t help but think the opulence of the house seemed out of place and wrong for two electricians.

Tossing the washcloth and towel into the hamper, she shrugged off her curiosity and left the bathroom. She met Baron coming back down the stairs, a satisfied grin on his face.

He held his hand out to her, his mood altered from red-hot lover to friendly host. “Let’s go into the dining room.” Baron seemed perfectly at home in the lavish surroundings, not at all like the rough repairman she’d met yesterday.

She eyed him with a half smile, hesitant to quiz him. “You and Sham are quite the puzzle.”

He arched his brows. “How so?”

“Oh, come on, Baron.” She glanced around the Hollywood-set dining room. “There has to be one hell of a story here. You, Sham, the rich boy trappings.” She tapped his chest for emphasis. “It doesn’t equate. Two young electricians, snuggled in the luxury of everything. What gives?”

“We save our money.” He laughed and caressed her breasts. “It’s a story better told by Sham.”

Carol rolled her eyes. “I can’t wait.”

“And I can’t wait for dinner.” Baron pulled a chair out and helped her get comfortable, then sat across from her. “And here comes the best food in the world. Sham is a miracle worker in the kitchen.”

And in all the other rooms I’ll bet
.

She kept the comment to herself, unable to look at anything but Sham as he carried in a tray of baked chicken and rice. He filled their plates and poured wine in tall-stemmed glasses. The man had magical hands and looked like her favorite candy.

He sat next to her and picked up his fork. “I hope you enjoy jasmine chicken, Carol.” He took a bite and chewed slowly. “The fragrance lends itself to your eating pleasure.”

Sham had been right. The aroma softly filled her nose. “This is wonderful.” She sampled the rice and smiled at him. “You’re a master.”

Baron had been observing them, but he wasn’t letting that slow his eating with working man gusto. He stopped eating long enough to look at his pager. “Sorry to eat and run, Sham.” He stood and dropped his napkin on the table. “That was the Winslow complex.”

Carol took note of the look of doubt on Sham’s face. He nodded and sipped from his glass. “I guess I shouldn’t wait up for you.”

Baron went to Sham and kissed him full on the lips. Carol was surprised when he kissed her as well. “You’ll be here when I get back, won’t you, Carol?”

He made it clear they wanted her to stay awhile. “I don’t see why not.” She wanted to spend the night with both of them. This cleared the way to do just that.

And leaves Sham all to me
.

She followed the two men to the front door and waved goodbye to Baron as he drove away.

A touch to her elbow startled her, and she turned to find Sham gazing at her with a soft smile on his luscious lips.

“Come with me.” He led her to the stairs. “I have something to show you.”

Chapter Four

Carol’s thighs were damp as she climbed the steps, quivering a little with anticipation.

She was surprised when he opened the door to an empty room. “What’s this?”

A tiny bit of worry crept over her. Here she was in an empty room, alone with a man she wanted to sleep with but knew nothing about. He went to the windows and turned to look at her. “The sun comes in here almost all day.”

What the hell did she care? This was nothing like she’d thought would be going on after Baron left. “So, why isn’t it furnished? It would make a great den.”

“It would make a much better room for an artist.” His robe had slipped to the side, and she filled her eyes with the firm muscle and brown nipple exposed for her enjoyment. “Perfect for you, Carol.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You’re asking me to use this as my studio?” This was insane.

“We wouldn’t bother you or impose on your private time.” He stood in front of her, his gaze warming. “If you like the arrangement, you might consider using the room from time to time.”

She backed up a step. “No, that wouldn’t work.” It was too much, too soon. “I’m a rolling stone, never staying anywhere more than a few months.”

Why didn’t he say anything? He didn’t look upset at her refusal, just shrugged lightly and walked out into the hall. “Think about it.”

She couldn’t help the tingle of regret she felt.
Make it better, Carol. He’s waiting for something clever from you.
“Show me your bedroom, Sham.”

“As you wish.”

His brief reply could mean a lot of things. He didn’t want to show her his private lair, or she wasn’t his cup of tea. She gave him an out. “Only if you think it’s a good idea.”

She inhaled, ready to leave when he opened another door and beckoned her to enter. “I’m positive it’s a good idea.”

His voice could easily hypnotize her, and his scent drove her crazy. He led her to the bed, but didn’t close the door.. She waited for his cue to touch him, shivering with delight as he drew her flimsy dress down off her shoulders.

Slowly, deliberately, he undressed her, and she stood still while he discarded his robe and lounge pants. What she saw was a perfect man, leanly muscled and the color of polished brass, everything in extraordinary order. Like a mystified child, she traced the ripple of hard muscle over his stomach, circling her finger around his erect nipples.

Her breath hitched in her throat as her examining gaze went to his erect cock. “My God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that.”

He had at least nine inches of dusky, beautiful cock, full blown and throbbing as hot blood coursed through awesome veins. He tilted his head and murmured in a coaxing tone.

“You’re curious about me. Are you afraid of me?” He palmed her breast, his gaze moving over her naked body. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

His hand closed around the back of her neck, gently pulling her toward him. His lips on hers were firm and warm, moving over hers in silken persuasion until she ignited in a flame of desire. She went a little wild, lifting her leg to his thigh and grinding against his erection. He smelled like nothing she’d ever known, deep heady perfume from some unnamed place permeated his skin and hair. She had to know more, to have more. He lifted her and laid her on the bed, following her down to lie beside her.

For long, agonizing minutes, he said and did nothing until she groaned with impatience. “Are you just going to make me wait, or am I to beg for it?”

He took her hand to place it on his cock, shuddering at her touch. “I want to please you, to make you want me over and over.” His hard exhale of breath mingled with the soft chiming of the tiny bells of the wind chime in the open balcony door.

Carol stroked his shoulders, thinking there must be amazing power under the skin. She moved her hand down to his cock, squeezing the hot, firm pleasure. She knew her eyes glazed with passion when the ridges under the silken flesh made her too curious to keep quiet any longer. The beads around the head of his cock whetted her appetite for the taste of him. “What is that?” She licked her lips and moved her hand up and down his length. “It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt. I want it. All of it.”

He moved to lie between her legs, kissing her thighs with slow, languorous touches until his mouth hovered over her pussy. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, lifting her hips to capture every morsel from his warm mouth. Her body stiffened with total need for him. His tongue on her clit was sweet and branding iron hot. His long fingers held her thighs still while he explored every inch of her clit and folds with his lips and long tongue.