Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 (13 page)

 
    
“Are you maligning my movie choice?” He had
such a seductive twinkle in his eye. He was so damn appealing, her heart
actually beat faster.

 
    
“I just wanted to watch it,” he explained
almost plaintively, “after you said it was funny. I happen to like a good
comedy.”

 
    
This all felt very strange. The challenge
had been about sex. This was beyond sex. She didn’t feel completely comfortable
with it. The thought almost made her laugh. She was fine having sex with men,
but she wasn’t at ease sitting with one while watching a movie.
Get a grip,
Stace
!
She had to admit it was definitely backward thinking.

 
    
She sighed. Then she chuckled and shook her
head. He’d won this round. Honestly, what woman wouldn’t be tantalized when
pursued by a man of Jud’s caliber?

 
    
“All right.” She stepped back and waved him
in with a flourish. “But I’m only letting you in because I’m intrigued.” It
might be her condo, but with Jud, she wasn’t so sure that gave her the home
field advantage.

* * * * *

 
    
She’d slicked her hair back behind her
ears, removed her makeup, and wore light blue pajamas. Flannel. He’d never have
guessed she was a flannel woman. Satin, silk, or lace, yes, but not this. Fuzzy
blue slippers encased her feet.

 
    
She made his heart race and stripped his
ego down to bare-bones need.

 
    
He’d been ready to do heavy battle to get
inside her door, but she’d acquiesced with only a mild reproof. Now, she took
his jacket, hung it in the closet, and he stepped right into her life. Though
she didn’t know that yet.

 
    
Faux marble covered the entry floor. Red
roses filled a vase on a half-round table, the mirror above it reflecting the
brilliant color. He followed the vision in blue flannel into her sanctuary, not
the main living room, but through the first door on the right past the kitchen.
The difference between it and the glass-and-chrome elegance of her living room
was startling. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases crammed with paperbacks and stacks of
DVDs scattered over the top of an already jam-packed holder. An easy chair with
its footrest up faced the flat-panel TV, a pair of reading glasses tossed
haphazardly on the table beside it.

 
    
This
was the real Stacy Parrish.

 
    
“Sorry.” She shrugged, looking at the
chair. “I never got around to buying a sofa.”

 
    
Because this was
her
room, her sanctuary. He had the feeling she’d never invited a
man into it before.

 
    
“You can sit in my lap.” Squeezing her
firm, shapely bottom, he pushed her toward the DVD player. “Why don’t you put
the movie in?”

 
    
He reached into his jeans pocket and tossed
the condom he’d brought on the table next to her chair.

 
    
Returning, she glanced at it as she grabbed
the remote and commented dryly, “At least we know where this night is headed.”

 
    
“I wanted to be prepared for when you make
your move.” He wanted her to initiate that kiss she’d denied him last night.

 
    
She laughed. “Maybe I can resist
temptation.”

 
    
He realized they’d just issued each other
another challenge. He was certainly up to the seduction. He sat, patting his
lap. He wanted his hands on her, now.

 
    
She shook first one foot, then the other,
dropping her slippers onto the carpet. The chair was large, and she settled
against him, wrapping an arm around his neck as she pointed the remote. She
smelled of some sweet floral scent like nothing she’d ever worn to the club.
There, she was exotic, erotic Serena. Here, she was simply a woman, and he
wanted her badly. As the opening credits rolled, she snuggled deeper into him,
the soft shifting of her hips bringing his cock to attention.

 
    
The slight smile curving her lips said she
knew exactly what she was doing to him, the little tease. But teasing worked
both ways. Before the night was over, she’d be begging him to come inside her.
And she
would
kiss him.

 
    
The movie made her laugh from the moment
the pathetic Deuce went to the pet shop for sea snails. Jud felt the sexy sound
deep in his vitals. Raising the flannel top to her waist, he petted her abdomen
in slow, rhythmic strokes. Her skin was soft, fragrant. Without missing a beat,
she pulled his hand from beneath the thin material and placed it on her knee. Like
a teenage girl keeping her date in line. He stroked back up her leg, his thumb
heading along the inside of her thigh. She clamped her legs. He punished her
with a nip to the earlobe.

 
    
“You’re supposed to be watching the movie.”

 
    
“I am watching.” He once more slipped
beneath the soft flannel and headed straight for one of her full, luscious
breasts. The nipple beaded before he even touched it.

 
    
She pursed her succulent lips. “What just
happened?”

 
    
“Your nipple got hard, and it’s begging me
to suck it.”

 
    
She sighed. “I meant in the movie.”

 
    
“Deuce is going to become a gigolo.”

 
    
“You know that just from reading the back
of the DVD.”

 
    
He grabbed the remote. “I think we should
pause a moment.”

 
    
Then he lifted her shirt and took that very
ripe nipple in his mouth. She arched against him, putting her hand to the back
of his head and holding him close. He flicked his tongue over her, then sucked
her deep, and she moaned. For a second. Then she pushed him away and took
control of the remote.

 
    
“That’s enough for now. We’ll never finish
the movie this way, and it’s really very funny.”

 
    
“I can touch you and watch the movie at the
same time.”

 
    
“Yes, but you’re distracting me.”

 
    
And he’d bet that if he could get his hands
between her legs, she’d be wet and wildly hot. He tried.

 
    
Stacy cupped his face in both her hands and
put her nose down to his. “Stop that and watch the movie.”

 
    
Jud didn’t stop touching her, of course,
but he did watch the movie. And laughed. Stacy snuggled in his lap, her arm
around his neck, and his body touched her everywhere, set each nerve ending
alight. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever done with a man. He kissed and
petted her constantly, his hands all over, stroking, stoking her fire. Love
bites on her neck, his tongue along the shell of her ear, kisses on her cheek,
her eyelids, the corner of her mouth, her throat. He even caressed her feet. He
skimmed up her leg from calf to thigh, smoothed over her hip, then followed the
crease of her butt. He would have gone deeper, but she closed her legs. Which
only served to make her hotter. She wriggled and fidgeted in his lap,
continually riding that erection of his to further hardness. The condom was in
sight on the table, and the game was who would grab for it first and who could
hold off the longest.

 
    
And it was so damn much fun. It wasn’t as
if she didn’t have fun in bed, but this was different in a way she couldn’t
explain. And she wanted more.

 
    
When the movie got to the part where the
woman with Tourette’s started hurling profanity at the couple in the next car,
Jud grabbed her chin and kissed her soundly, his tongue deep in her mouth. “You
have a raunchy sense of humor. I like it.”

 
    
She started thinking of the other movies
she could show him, some a tad raunchy, a few dark comedies. Then caught
herself. What? She was contemplating watching
more
movies with Jud?

 
    
During the strip dance scene, he sneaked a
hand down her pajama bottoms and whispered, “I
know
I can do better.”

 
    
“No Speedos.”

 
    
“Oh please, please, let me wear the sequined
Speedo.” His eyes sparkled with humor and little boy delight.

 
    
Her chest tightened, and her heart flipped
over. It was like that moment in the bar when he’d offered her the lure of the
proper blow job, and she’d suddenly seen him in a whole new light. Here was
another side of Jud, another aspect, another piece of the man revealed in his
laughter and his warm eyes. And she wanted it, wanted him, the feelings
overwhelming, the man himself utterly captivating. It wasn’t about sex or
pleasure, it was about all the mysteries she’d uncovered and all the mysteries
still to come. And she had to taste him.

 
    
She took his face in her hands and touched
her mouth to his, opening to him, tonguing the ridge of his teeth. The kiss was
sweet yet erotic, almost as if she were tasting him for the first time, and she
was, because her eyes had been opened yet again. She slipped both arms around
his neck and angled her head, making his mouth hers, plastering herself against
the hard length of his body. He groaned, and the kiss deepened. He tasted of
hot male, raunchy sex, and pure bliss. In all her experience, she’d never had
this, at least not since she was in her twenties. But even then, it hadn’t been
like this.

 
    
Far more than pleasure, it was passion.

 
    
She pulled back, breathing hard, her heart
racing, and chanced a look at his eyes, almost afraid of what she’d see there.
He simply skimmed a finger down her cheek to let it rest at the corner of her
mouth.

 
    
Something simmered in his gaze, but his
words were light, teasing. “To what do I owe that pleasure?”

 
    
“You make me laugh.” He made her heart beat
faster and trapped her breath in her chest. There were other physical
reactions, tight nipples, heat and wet gathering between her legs, but it was
the racing heart that got to her, the warmth spreading through her chest and
limbs. She shifted, bringing her legs up to straddle him.

 
    
Putting both hands on her behind, he tugged
her body tight against him to cradle his cock, then he slid back up to grip her
neck and tangle his fingers in her hair.

 
    
“If I make you laugh again, do I get
another kiss?”

 
    
She nodded, but took his mouth before he
even had a chance to try. She kissed him with her whole body, her thighs
gripping his legs, her pussy making love to his cock through the layers of
clothing, breasts to his chest, arms tight around his neck. She changed the
angle of her mouth over and over, going deep, withdrawing, skimming his lips,
then finally deep, deep once more. Her body purred, low, throaty sounds
slipping from her mouth to his. His hands glided down her back and beneath her
pajama bottoms to mold around her butt and intensify the pressure of his cock
against her.

 
    
She hadn’t given herself up totally to the
passion of a kiss in so long, she’d forgotten how good it could be. Even the
few times Jud had kissed her, she’d held something back.

 
    
“We’re missing the end of the movie,” he
finally said between her assaults on his mouth.

 
    
“I’ve seen it. I’ll tell you what happens.”
Reaching down between them, she cupped his cock, squeezing first, then rubbing
him to increased hardness through his jeans.

 
    
“Get naked with me,” she urged, trying to
keep the tremor out of her voice, yet her fingers trembled with need.

 
    
“I thought you’d never ask.”

 
    
They’d had a challenge between them. Who
could seduce whom first. Who would succumb first. He’d played her body lightly
all night, but in the end, she’d been seduced by a mere look, a playful smile,
and his boyish laugh.