Maid to Crave (Man Maid #2) (15 page)

“Well, you got me all the way over here. If you don’t want to play ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ then what do you want to do?” he asked.

Her entire body visibly relaxed and for the first time since she’d opened the door, she looked at him. He grinned at her and she finally grinned back. “You’re not mad?”

“No, this was
your
idea.
I
have touched my dick before. I was just offering to let you, since you asked so nicely and all,” he said, unable to contain his laugh when her entire face went from pink to red.

“Geez, Seth, vulgar much?” She laughed. “Can you teach me to dance instead?”

“Well, see, that’s the thing. Being a male, I’ve got certain parts that you don’t.”

She giggled, which turned into a full blown laugh, which only made him laugh.

“Not that kind of dancing…” she choked out amidst her laughter.

“What? You don’t want to learn how to give your
boyfriend
a lap dance?” he asked, still laughing.

Walking over, he turned on the radio of her alarm clock and changed the setting to a different radio station. Then he walked back to her. Grabbing her hand, he led her to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, he pulled her onto his lap. Face to face, she was incredible. Her breathing was labored and he knew it wouldn’t take much to set him on fire all over again, but it would be worth it to have her so close.

“Show me your moves,” he said.

When she didn’t respond, he pulled her closer and grabbed her hips, grinding her against him. Even with their height difference this was working, in more ways than one. It took her only a second to catch on to his rhythm. Her eyes met his when she realized yet again that he couldn’t control his reaction to her. His body gave away his craving for her.

“Sorry, but the lap dance was
your
idea,” she said quietly.

At the glimmer of desire he caught in her eyes before she looked away, the little bit of control he’d been clinging to snapped.

Chapter Nine

This was far more erotic than anything she’d ever done with a man.
Breathe
. Seth shifted forward slightly so that she was bent backwards, which pressed his erection firmly against the junction of her thighs. Every muscle in his body was tense as he held her in what should have been an awkward position, but somehow it made every inch of her body come alive. The sensation was so incredible, she heard herself gasp and whimper.

His movements became more insistent. With his lower body and one hand on her hip, he forced her to match his rhythm while his other hand slid into her hair. Grabbing a handful of curls, he pulled her head even further back, thrusting her chest forward. Then he began to roll his hips in a way that pressed his hardened penis against the very center of her.

“You have some nice-looking tits after all, Tori. I’d stuff a bill between them with my
teeth
if you’d let me, but you won’t even let me see them,” he panted. Then he whispered, “Let me see them.…”

Every move he made against her intensified the tingling until she let out a groan and said, “Okay, Seth, okay.”

“Take your shirt off and be sexy about it. Come on, baby, show me.” He groaned against her neck, which shot a vibration from where his mouth rested against her moist skin to the juncture of her thighs.

She’d enjoyed some of these sensations with Lucas a couple of times, but usually while they were having sex. Seth was doing this to her while they were both fully clothed, and he was doing a much better job of it. Her hands shook as she pulled up her T-shirt. He sat back and watched her as she pulled the shirt higher. She couldn’t do this. He would be so unimpressed and then she would be humiliated.

“Look at me, Tori,” he whispered. When her eyes met his, he said, “Take it off and then take off mine.”

She removed her shirt and let it fall to the floor beside the bed. Before she could reach for his shirt, he pulled her head back and placed soft bites along the top of her breasts. Another whimper escaped. Instead of pulling on his shirt, her hands found their way into his hair and fisted. Her body had taken on a life of its own as she somehow managed to match the rhythm of his hips.

“Damn, Tori. You are perfect,” he whispered against her skin.

“You said they were too small,” she choked out as her lower body throbbed and ached.

“I lied. You are hot as fuck,” he whispered and then released the clamp of her lift bra with the hand that had at some point left her hip.

In the next moment, her bra was gone. Again he pulled her head back by her hair. His mouth latched onto one hardened nipple and suckled before gently biting it. Her mouth opened and she gasped for air as tension built in the nub at her very core. When he released her breast, only to repeat the process on the other side, a sound escaped her that she had never made before. Her upper body arched backwards, her lower body ground against his, and the throbbing in the center of her exploded. Wetness engulfed her and she cried out at the ecstasy it brought with it.

She vaguely felt Seth grind against her before biting her neck and groaning. His breathing sounded as though he’d run a mile. Then he nuzzled her neck, whispering, “Shit, Tori, I’m sorry. That has
never
happened to me before. I got carried away.”

Then she felt the dampness where their lower bodies were still as close together as was possible through clothing. She somehow managed to get off of his lap and stand up, but her legs shook so badly he quickly reached out to steady her. Looking down at herself, she realized that her dress pants were wet. Then she looked toward his lap only to see that not only was she wet, but he was, as well.

“Oh, God, Seth. I’m so sorry. Did I make you pee pressing up against you like that?”

Meeting her eyes, he grinned at her. “No, but for the first time in my life I came without ever taking my dick out of my pants.”

“I’m pretty wet, too, though. Are you sure?” she asked.

Looking at her pants and then at his own, he said, “Not all of this is from me. Some of this is from you.”

Humiliation crawled up her neck when she realized he was right. She’d been with a man before and knew what his…
stuff
looked like. This was different. She felt the tears burning as she scooped up her T-shirt, pulled it back on and made a run for the bathroom. She almost made it inside when he blocked the closing door with one well-muscled arm. The tears were already making tracks down her cheeks and she could not stop them.

“Tori, what is it? You had an orgasm, so what? So did I! It doesn’t matter. It’s just me,
Seth
,” he said. “Are you disappointed? I’m sorry. I told you…that has
never
happened to me before, I swear, but…Jesus, I’ve wanted you for weeks now and you are so fucking hot when you came, I just lost it. I’m sorry.”

“I got you all…wet,” she sniffed, unable to look at him. If it was possible to die from embarrassment, she only had a few seconds left to live.

“Will you please stop saying that? If you keep reminding me how incredibly sexy you are when you come, I am going to cry. I cannot believe after all this time, I blew it. I was going to make it so good for you…and I blew it. I didn’t even get to see all of you,” he said, looking away from her.

He actually looked disappointed. What they had just done defied explanation. Having been more dressed than not, he’d only kissed her breasts. Just him watching her and her watching him while he’d shown her how to give him a lap dance. That’s all it had taken to give her a
real
orgasm.

The memory of what they had just done brought the bottom half of her body back to life with a vengeance. She hadn’t even kissed him when she’d thought of nothing else all week. Looking at him now, he looked frustrated and embarrassed, much like how she felt. Wiping the last tears off her cheeks, she moved close to him. She slid her hand up to his neck and pulled him down to her. She’d already made a mess of this experience…but it had been wonderful at the same time. What more damage could she cause if she kissed him like she’d dreamed of kissing him over the past few nights?

When he figured out what she was doing, he closed the distance between their lips in an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue found hers and he moaned. She felt it clear to her soul. Just as his kiss became more intense, he pulled back from her, breathing heavily.

“I have a little more than a four hour drive, one way, to tonight’s show and as much as I don’t want to go, I have to,” he said against her mouth before kissing her again. “I hope you aren’t so disappointed in me that you take back the offer of the basement.”

Disappointed in him?
After what she’d just experienced and the mess she had made, he should be the one disappointed in her. She met his gaze and couldn’t hold back the laugh at his expression. He was right. He was just himself…just Seth. His friendship was there in his satisfied grin and her heart tilted a little. They would get past whatever had just happened between them and he would still be her friend. His expression said as much.

“Yes, you and Caleb are still welcome to the basement. I don’t have enough furniture or decorations to put down there anyway,” she said, unable to keep from grinning at him.

He smiled even wider and kissed her again. His mouth felt so good, she could barely contain herself. She wanted to grab him and just…

The reality of her feelings for him slapped her in such a way that it was almost a physical pain. Against her better judgment she’d fallen for him—a male stripper of all people!

“One more favor?” he asked against her mouth. “Can I borrow a towel? I have to drive home like this.”

She knew her cheeks were flaming now, but he simply laughed while grabbing a bath towel out of her closet. Giving her one more quick kiss, he said, “I’ll be by tomorrow with Caleb and some of his stuff, if that is okay.”

Nodding her head, she watched as he headed out of her room. Soon enough she heard his car heading down the street. Stripping down completely, she got in the shower. Her mind tried to grasp her whirlwind of emotions. She had just had some weird form of sex with an extremely hot guy with most of her clothes still on. The man that up until three weeks ago had only brought forth angry feelings when she thought of him had been the same man to bring her to orgasm for the first time in her life.

She had begun to think the experience was something women made up. Oh, it had been
very
real and her lower body was still reminding her of it. Would she be able to ignore that fact when Seth was around? He and Caleb would be staying in her basement now. If the awkwardness of his first week working for her returned…it would
hurt
. She enjoyed his friendship so much. Would this change everything between them?

After she finished her shower and changed, she went downstairs to get some work done. Her cell phone rang and the display indicated it was Tim. She hesitated taking the call, but finally answered, deciding it could be about work.

“Hey, we still on for tomorrow night?” Tim asked when she answered.

Whether things had changed between her and Seth remained to be seen, but things between her and Tim had definitely changed. No longer could she lie to herself or to him. Their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. He and Seth couldn’t be more different than if they were from entirely different species.

Yes, Tim had a great job and was well known in the community, but Seth worked two jobs to help his injured brother without the recognition of any upstanding community members. When she talked to him, Tim often appeared as though he wasn’t even listening to her, while Seth goaded her with his wit and mischievousness. Tim was boring and as predictable as getting wet in the rain while Seth would grab her by the hand and drag her through one new experience after another.

There was just no comparison between the two men. Though she thought she’d wanted the dull but safe relationship that Tim offered, her heart was telling her otherwise. Her heart had been trying to tell her that for a while, but she had been stubbornly ignoring it. Now she just needed to be honest with Tim about her feelings. He was a nice guy and she owed him the truth regardless of what, if anything, transpired between her and Seth. Tim also deserved a face-to-face explanation instead of being dumped over the phone.

“Yeah, tomorrow night is fine. I actually need to talk to you about a few things.”

“There is something I need to talk to you about, too,” he said. “Seven o’clock, okay?”

“Yeah, see you then,” she replied.

The following morning Zach came into her room and said, “Mommy, Caleb is moving to our house! Can he stay in my room? Cody Manson shares a room with his brother. Please, Mom?”

“Honey, Caleb isn’t your brother, he’s a grown man,” she said, rolling over to eye the alarm clock.

“Yes, he is my brother. He calls me bro,” Zach explained.

His little face was a couple of inches from hers and she cupped his soft cheek in her hand. She hadn’t realized how much of an influence both Caleb and Seth had been on Zach in the past few weeks. Months into dating Tim and Zach still treated him like a stranger. After only a few weeks with Seth, Zach was like a different child now, no longer sullen or uninterested in the world around him. He was reading and making friends because Caleb and Seth encouraged him. Didn’t Zach need
that
type of guidance as well?

“Let me get a shower. I’ll come downstairs and we can talk about it then,” she suggested. “Maybe Caleb will want his own room…in the basement.”

When she finally made it down to the kitchen, she found Caleb and Zach sitting at the bar watching cartoons through the doorway and eating cereal. She couldn’t contain her snicker at the picture the two of them made. If one didn’t know better, one might think the two
were
actually brothers.

“What is so funny?” Seth asked from directly behind her.

“They kind of put you in the mind of Forrest Gump and Forrest Jr., don’t they?” she asked.

Seth started laughing, slid an arm around her shoulders and used his grip to pull her back against him. Then he buried his face in her hair. “Caleb let it slip to Zach about moving in before I could stop him. I’m sorry. You should have been the one to tell him.”