Seducing Celestine (6 page)

“I’ll follow you home.”

“That’s not necessary.” The last thing she wanted was to spend any more time with Nick. She knew where that would lead to—her flat on her back with her legs wrapped around his waist begging him to make her come. And, while that was an excellent possibility she did not want to become infatuated with this man and his cock.

Nick shut the door to her car and leaned inside the open window.

“It’s not up for discussion, Betty Boop.” Nick winced as she fired the car’s engine into life. The grating sound it made was maddening to the senses.

Celestine also winced at the sound of her engine. Well, what did she expect for eight hundred dollars? An engine that purred like a cat or an engine that sounded like it had swallowed a mad cat that was now fighting tooth and nail to get out?

“I am perfectly capable of getting home by myself.” Celestine did not doubt for a second that the car would stall several times on the way home, making her want to yell and swear at it in frustration. However, she wanted to be alone when that happened. She did not need to provide a floor show for Nick Swan.

“You may be capable but your car’s another story.” Nick pointed out to her, his eyes challenging her to dispute the obvious. “Are you worried you’re not going to be able to control the impulse to have sex with me? After last night, I wouldn’t have the heart to stop you.” Nick grinned charmingly at her. “No one has ever quite sucked me like—”

“Shut up!” Celestine interrupted him.

“But, baby, I can’t forget it.”

Neither could Celestine and that was the problem.

“You were awesome.”

Yes she was but then so was he. However, she did not want to be thinking about sex with Nick. It made her all hot and bothered and there was only one really good way to relieve that feeling.

“I don’t want to discuss sex with you, Nick.”

Nick smiled down at her tense expression.

“Yeah, doing is better.”

Celestine knew she could end this conversation just by driving away. But there was something about Nick Swan that made her want to stick around and do stuff she shouldn’t.

“Is sex the only thing you think about?”

“When it comes to you, yes.”

The man had a smile that could entice angels to run wild.

“You’re perverted.”

“But you love it.”

Yeah, she did. But she had to get back on track.

“I will be fine to get home. Now leave me alone.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Try, moonlight man.”

———

Celestine shot the handheld shower spray full force between her legs, needing the hot pressure of it to take away the constant craving for Nick. But there was no way it could compete with the real thing. The man and his cock were unique. Both fit her perfectly.

“Just get over it, woman,” Celestine muttered to herself as she slid soapy fingers between her legs and started to massage her clit slowly. What was it with her at the moment? She seemed to be constantly in heat. Celestine flung back her head and pushed her ass back against the tile as she tried to find release.

Nick watched as Celestine worked her way toward an orgasm. He did not want her to do that without him inside her.

“I would be much better between your legs than that shower spray.”

Celestine jumped at his words and her fingers slid inside her body. Well, of course, Nick would turn up just when she wanted him the most.

“The shower spray is less complicated.” She pulled her hand from between her legs and turned the spray off. She didn’t need an audience watching her desperation.

Nick started removing his clothes.

“How am I complicated?”

“You just are.” That he was going to join her in the shower was a given. Could she have stopped him? Maybe. Did she want to stop him? Not really. “What are you doing here?” Yep, it was an obvious question but she still felt the need to ask it.

“It’s your last night at Tess’ so I thought I’d drop by and give you an appropriate sendoff.” The last of his clothes dropped to the floor as he reached for shower door.

“I’m trying to have a shower.” Celestine felt Nick’s hard body slide in behind hers. “I want you to leave.”

“Is this about the love thing again?” Nick grabbed the soap and lathered up his hands.

“I don’t love you.” It was easy to say when she wasn’t facing him.

“Right, you love sex.” Nick’s soapy hands moved to her breasts.

Celestine’s head flung back against him.

“Right.” Was that what she wanted to say? Did she love sex or just sex with Nick? And how could she think clearly when he was massaging her breasts like that? It was impossible. “What are you doing? I’ve already washed myself.” However, his hard cock against her ass was making her think some mighty dirty thoughts.

“Just relax, baby,” Nick crooned against her ear.

“I’m not having sex with you.”

“We’ll see…” His hands drifted down her body to the place where she needed him most.

As Nick’s hands slid between her legs, Celestine whimpered in relief. Maybe having sex with Nick again would not be such a bad thing…

“Nick…” Was it a plea to stop or to continue, or what? Who was she really kidding? Celestine knew that answer. She needed this man with a desperation she had not thought she was capable of. But was that love? She doubted it and she had to remember that. It’s sex, sex, sex…yay!

Nick turned Celestine to face him. He had been hot and hard from the moment he saw her put her hands between her legs.

“So are we having or not having sex?” His hands slid around the grasp her ass and pull her toward him.

The feel of his long, rigid cock against her stomach was all the answer she needed.

“This is the last time…”

“Sure, it is…” Nick put his hands under her ass and lifted her into his arms.

Celestine wrapped her legs around Nick’s waist as she felt her back hit the shiny tiled wall behind her. As he leaned into her, Celestine grabbed his cock and guided it inside her. The relief of it made her moan.

Nick adjusted his stance and slowly thrust in and out of Celestine’s body. He kissed her lingeringly and deeply.

“Oh, Nick…” Celestine murmured against his lips. This was the best feeling ever. She grasped Nick tightly to her as he continued his gentle assault on her body. This time was different. It was slower and softer yet it had a deeper impact. Celestine looked into his eyes. God, it was true. She had gone and fallen in love with the moonlight man. How dumb was that?

“What?” Nick sensed something more than just physical was going on.

“Just make me come, Nick.” She needed one last time to remember him by.

Nick increased his pace and started pounding inside her like he could not get in deep enough.

Celestine threw back her had and cried out loudly as the muscles of her body convulsed around Nick’s cock and drained every last drop of his essence inside her.

“I love you, baby…”

She stiffened at his words. Uh-oh…this was not what she wanted to hear. This was going to complicate things. It was different when she had said it, as she had been out of her head and was capable of ignoring her feelings for her own sanity and survival. Nick, however, looked completely sane and able to survive anything.

Celestine slid down and off Nick’s body. She looked into his eyes. What was it she saw? Was it love or just the afterburn of lust? What did she know of love? Was it possible two strangers could fall in love so quickly? Nah, that only happened in romance novels.

“You only said that because I did.” Celestine pushed away from him.

“I mean it…”

“No you don’t…you should go.” “What are you scared of?” Nick could not leave it like this. This was too important.

“Nothing.”
Everything
, she added silently to herself.

Chapter Four

Celestine cursed softly after stubbing her big toe against the overgrown rockery on the front path of her Everton Park house, as she dragged her trash can out onto the nature strip for the garbage men to pick up. It was six in the morning. It was only the loud rumble of the Brisbane City Council garbage truck going down the other side of her street that alerted the half asleep Celestine that she had not put her garbage bin out the night before. Bugger! So she had crawled out of her bed and stumbled outside in her oversized purple t-shirt and pink-and-green-striped sleep shorts to put the bin out.

Once the trash can was where it supposed to be and she had assured herself she had not missed the garbage pickup, Celestine ran the palms of her hands over her face and through her tangled curly red hair. She was so tired. She had barely slept a wink last night. Thoughts of Nick Swan had kept her awake. Although she knew she had made the right decision leaving Tess’ home after sex in the shower with Nick, it had not meant she was any more comfortable in her own home.

Celestine looked around the front yard of the rental house she occupied. It looked bare and dismal. If she owned the house she would have painted the parched, flaking timber and put in a nice garden. But as she did not own the three-bedroom former housing commission home, she did not have to worry about. It was merely a temporary home until she could afford something better. Whenever that would be. Life had to pick up sooner or later.

“Yeah, right, Pollyanna,” she muttered cynically to herself.

Celestine thought back to the noise she had heard last night. What had that been about? Rattling, crashing and scraping. Has she imagined it? She did not think so as thoughts of Nick had kept her tossing and turning all night and she had not been asleep long enough to dream it. She looked around her. Nothing appeared to be displaced. No one had magically come and pulled the abundant weeds out of the garden or fixed the crack in the steps. It probably had just been the neighborhood cat on the prowl. Still, Celestine had gotten up several times in the night, trying to work out where the noise had been coming from. But when she didn’t see anything she had gone back to bed each time, wondering.

Celestine was not the nervous sort. She could quite happily live alone and did not jump at every night sound. But last night had been unusual. Yet nothing looked out of place or abnormal. Except her heap of junk car. It would look abnormal in the weirdest place as it was just that sort of car. It did not fit in anywhere. But then, neither did its owner so maybe they were well matched. Celestine looked at the ugly metal beast that was still parked under the carport as if it had every right to be there and would move only if it wanted to.

Celestine was about turn to go inside her house when she saw a white work truck drive up her street. Celestine dropped her head back tiredly. She knew the ute. She had seen it only yesterday. She knew who the driver was. Nick Swan. She wasn’t really that surprised. He was not the sort of man who gave up easily. The constant dull throb between her thighs reminded her of that.

“Great,” she muttered to herself in frustration. He was the last person she wanted to see. His declaration of love was still replaying in her mind. She told herself it did not mean anything, that it was just words that had been flung out there. Yeah, right…

Nick Swan smiled as he walked to where Celestine stood eyeing him warily. He took in the exposed pale flesh of her legs, her cute satin boxer shorts and the words “Kiss me” that were written directly under a jaunty-looking crown-wearing green frog emblazoned on the front of her purple t-shirt. Nick looked into the tired blue eyes of Celestine Holt. Those eyes shot out a most definite warning.

“Morning, baby, you look awfully cute.”

She looked and felt like crap and flattery was going to get this man nowhere he wanted to go.

“What are you doing here?” It was a dumb question but it was one she felt she had to ask. She knew he was there to tease and tempt her until she begged him to take her. Celestine sighed. She had never been this easy or transparent before.

“I asked Tess where you lived.” Nick looked at the words on her t-shirt.

Well, of course Tess had told him where she lived. Pushy best friends did stuff like that.

“Don’t even contemplate it,” Celestine warned as she pushed some tangled red curls from her face. The last thing she wanted was Nick Swan thinking she was inviting his kisses. That would only lead to her plastering her body to his and trading kiss for kiss as they slowly undressed and…
whoa
!
Don
’
t go there
! “What do you want?” Celestine’s bare foot tapped, impatiently awaiting his response. He was dressed in snug-fitting worn work denims and boots. He looked all hot and male and she was determined not to go there again either.

Nick smiled at her obvious impatience. Celestine Holt was a hard woman to charm when she was cranky.

“And it’s good to see you too, Celestine. I was thinking about…”

Nick’s words were cut off mid-sentence by what sounded like a gunshot whizzing past their heads. Gunshot? Nick and Celestine looked at each other in open-mouthed surprise. As another shot bit into the dirt at their feet, Nick reacted quickly and he pulled Celestine to the ground.

“What the—?” Celestine gasped on hitting the ground hard with Nick’s body covering hers. She heard the loud sound of popping and struggled to get up and see what was happening. But she was pinned down and there was no way she could shift Nick’s weight.

Nick looked quickly around to see where the shots were being fired from.

Celestine squirmed under Nick. His cock was lying hard in the cradle of her thighs and it was patently obvious she had no bra on. That meant her bare breasts were rubbing through the thin cotton between their chests. A surge of heat flooded her. Great. They were in danger and she was turned on by the man lying on top of her. Though in her defense, Celestine defied any woman to lie under Nick Swan and not get turned on. Not that she was about to let any woman have Nick until she was ready to give him up.

The sound of car tires squealing as one last shot hit the dirt beside them made Celestine grateful for the protection Nick offered. It was sweet and caring and a bunch of other stuff she did not want to think about in case she was tempted to use the “L” word again without thinking.