In my Arms Tonight (NYC Singles Book 2) (19 page)

“Look at how wet she is.” Teasing her T-shirt up, he caressed her lower back. “Almost as wet as you are.”

Breath thrust from Kat’s lungs in uneven stabs. His touch was hardly sensual, more like a back massage, but she was a grenade on the verge of blowing up, so he could imagine what this was doing to her.

It was frankly amusing to watch her go redder and redder, ball her fists, dig her heels and keep herself looking ahead, pressing to continue watching the movie even though her body wanted to be somewhere else.

Kat removed his hands from her back. “I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.” He licked his lips provocatively.

She was barely even looking at what was playing. She chewed her lips, fingered between her thighs, twisted into odd poses, did everything she could so she could keep watching the film and prolong the inevitable.

“I wonder what’s gonna happen next,” Alex threw in, pretty sure she had lost touch with the storyline at this point.

“Yeah. It’s interesting…” If sexual frustration could speak, it’d sound like her.

Alex watched with fascination as her heavy arousal budded into two hard nipples under her body-hugging T-shirt.

No bra. God, was she trying to undo him, or what?

His cock painfully scraped against his briefs. She sucked in her lips and crossed one leg over the other, pure anguish rising over her features. He could almost hear her pussy drumming with heat, slicking with wetness, begging for his tongue, his hands, his cock.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, Kat tried to remove herself from his proximity with a silly excuse.

“I’ll make popcorn.” Uncharacteristic hoarseness made her voice gritty.

“There’s no need for popcorn. Just stay here.” Not letting her go, he pulled her into his chest with his much stronger arms.

“What’re you doing?” she demanded, growing hot and bothered under him.

When she bit her lip and stuck her thighs together again, Alex decided to put them both out of their misery.

He swung her into his lap and cupped her breasts, tenderly kneading them, circling the nipples that she’d already worked up into delicious little beads for him. He made them harder, tauter, more desperate.

“Are you playing with me…” The words vaporized into a hot breath that blew over his mouth. She straddled his hips and thrust her chest forward, surrendering to him. “Let’s forget about the movie.”

“That’s what I told you.” He laughed, removing the T-shirt that was a useless accessory at this point. “As a matter of fact, I happen to like you better without your shirt on.”

Sucking at her luscious breasts, he ensured that he gave enough time to the sides before taking her rosy nipples. Grabbing one with his mouth, he rolled it between his teeth until Kat’s legs were digging a trench around his waist, delight driving her crazy.

Somebody shouted a line of dialogue on the TV, but he was too caught up in her to pause the movie. It continued to gurgle in the background.

Alex licked a line from the spot between her breasts, to her stomach, then laid her down in the couch and moved to the waistband of her yoga pants before pushing them down her legs. Kat didn’t have long legs, but he was so impatient that the distance from her thigh to her toe felt as long a road trip from New York to LA.

“Wear a skirt next time,” he murmured next to her ear. “It’s easier to lift it up.”

“Will do.” Kat was laboring to get his pants down, but she finally managed to do it and his Calvin Klein underwear went along with it.

Sliding down to the floor, she kneeled in front of him and slithered a finger down the length of his erect hardness.

“Tell me when you’re about to come.” With that much of a warning, she went down on him. Cupping his balls between the heels of her palms, she flicked her tongue over the tip of his penis, then took his whole length in.

He didn’t last long.

The fall was quick and brutally pleasurable. Pulling out of her mouth, Alex spilled on her couch, disoriented by the euphoria pounding his whole body. Maybe it was because of how much pent-up heat had detonated, but the orgasmic blur dragged on for a long time.

Opening his eyes, he waited for the colors to weave into a form that resembled Kat’s face.

Kat wiped her lips with the back of her hand, a self-satisfied grin turning up her damp lips. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sit on my couch again and not think about screwing you.”

Without waiting to gain full control of his senses, Alex caught her by her wrist and backed her up against the couch, pinning her down and covering her with his body. Having lost his ability to slowly savor and wait, Alex wanted to thrust into her hard and deep.

She was wet and ready and so was he. Using his free hand to caress her swollen clit, he murmured, “How rough do you like it?”

Damp tresses of hair clung to her face, her ears, her breasts. Kat slapped her hair back before challenging him with a pout. “As rough as you can give it.”

Alex’s lips pulled into a cocky grin.

When she couldn’t walk tomorrow, he could always tell her that she’d asked for it.

Min-Jung spat out her coffee laughing when she sauntered past Kat’s desk and saw the article on her screen the next morning at work. “‘How to Heal a Sore Vagina?’ Really?”

“Shhh! Keep it down.”

“Chill. Everyone’s out for lunch.” Min-Jung raised her eyebrows at the form of an ice pack wedged between Kat’s legs under her skirt, but didn’t ask what it was. “Somebody boned you bad.”

Oh, yeah. Kat winced when shifting made the sting between her legs intensify.

Oh, yeah.

She’d never known so much pain after so much pleasure.

Last night had been the most intense, perfect night of her life. Alex had fulfilled all her secret desires and then given her some more. He’d made love to her again and again, until she’d realized that counting her orgasms was going to require a calculator.

Honestly, she’d been stunned by his level of sexual finesse and shocked by the dirty talk and the dirtier actions he was capable of. It had been deliciously satisfying to see her polite, guarded congressman transform into a demanding, passionate lover.

After tiring each other out, they’d scarfed down the pizza delivery and spooned side by side, wrapped in each other’s arms. That quiet moment of shared intimacy had meant even more than the sex, because it had made everything seem that much more special.

The morning after should have been as beautiful and perfect—except it hadn’t.

She’d woken up with serious cramps between her legs.

Never having experienced trouble walking properly after sex, it had taken Kat a while to figure out that she was suffering from the side effects of a no-holds-barred fuck-a-thon.

Who’d ever thought this day would come
.

Alex had cleaned up her couch and the carpet before last night and she was grateful, because it had allowed her to remain in the warm bath for a few extra minutes. But when she’d gotten to work, she’d understood that today would be a long, painful day.

“Leave me alone. I already have enough to deal with,” Kat shot at Min-Jung, resting her head on her paper-filled desk.

Min-Jung nodded sympathetically. “It once happened to my sister. She said that aloe vera helped her a lot.”

“I’ll remember that tip,” Kat squawked.

Slapping Kat’s back, Min-Jung went around the side to her desk, still laughing at Kat’s plight.

Kat took half-hearted stabs at her keyboard, then gave up, resigning herself to spending her lunch break curled into a sorry little ball of agony on her chair.

A vibration from the table penetrated her fingers. Her phone was ringing. Seeing the name of the caller, her ache went into overdrive.

Alex.

“Hey.” His lazy drawl made her already burning vagina burn with greater intensity. “Wanted to check up on you. You doing okay?”

“I’m great.” She gritted her teeth.

“You don’t sound great.” His flippant tone annoyed her—also heated up her pussy. Shit. What was she going to do if the ice pack melted?

No, she was being silly. That couldn’t possibly happen.

Growling, she stuck the pack deeper into her hurting flesh. “Why’re you asking when you already know?”

“Should I come over and rub you between your legs?” he joked. The painful punch in her flesh at the image of that made her cuss at him.

“Don’t come anywhere near me for another week.” Kat didn’t mean the words, but she had to vent her frustration somewhere.

One beat of silence went by.

“You’re angry.”

“I’m in pain.” Kat groaned.

“I’m sorry. Was last night too much for you? I’m usually much more… considerate.” He paused abruptly. “I’ll be careful in the future.”

“No, don’t.” She panicked. She didn’t want him to keep that wild part of himself from her. She wanted all of him. “I enjoyed it. I really did. But if we ever do it again, we’re stopping after one time.”

“Definitely.”

He hung up after that, because he had to go.

Kat clamped her thighs together and evaded Min-Jung’s blatant stares, then finally gave in and asked Min-Jung to buy her aloe vera gel.

The exact minute Min-Jung disappeared to
Duane Reade
, Bill descended on her, wearing a frantic expression.

“Ah. You’re back from lunch. I just received a tip that I want you to look into ASAP.” Clicking his fingers on his iPad, Bill replied to an email before resuming. “This is about the mayoral race. Apparently, Summer had serious drug issues in the past.”

“What?” Kat groped for her notebook immediately. Only seconds later did she realize that this was Alex Bill was talking about. Her Alex.

“According to the source, Summer was also in juvenile detention for a bit. And he had some drug issues. Check this out.”

Kat gagged on her reply as the words Bill had scribbled on a piece of paper swam in front of her eyes. Had she been dating a man with a criminal record and a drug habit?

No, that couldn’t be right. She knew the signs of drug addiction—mood swings, red eyes, erratic behavior, confused mental state. Alex had none of the symptoms. He was stable, sane and quite healthy except for a chain-smoking habit. And he’d told her he didn’t do drugs.

She couldn’t rule out the possibility of him having dabbled in drugs as a teen, like the kids at Golden Age Group Home, but she was certain he’d quit. He had to have quit.

Or she wouldn’t know what to do.

Bill fired on, unaware of her sudden silence.

“I want you to investigate the tip. I know you have a lot on your plate, and this is not a priority, but you know how big this news could be if it turned out to be correct.”

“Who’s the source?” Suspended in detachment and disbelief, Kat didn’t feel her jaw move or her vocal cords close to make the sound.

“Confidential. So I can’t be certain of the accuracy of the information. Look into it, anyway, and let me know if something turns up.”

“Will do.”

Bill was out of her face before it hit her—she’d just agreed to destroy Alex.

A
fter work on Wednesday, Kat shuffled up the sidewalk to her house and found Alex on her front steps.