SEX Unlimited The Complete Volumes (11 page)

I feel the same way. Life is drab and pretty colorless until he steps into my space and, then, all of the sudden, everything’s painted in bright hues and endless colors.

“I know what you mean.” I anxiously cross my legs at the ankles and scoot toward the table.

He picks up the menu. “What are you hungry for, other than the obvious?”

I let out a giggle. “You never let up do you?”

He tilts his head to the side and arches a brow. “Why would I want to let up? Flirting with you is far too much fun to ‘let up.’ I enjoy making you squirm a little. It gives you less opportunity to make
me
squirm.”

I laugh, outright. “Like I could possibly make you squirm.”

“Oh, indeed you do. You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he leans in and lowers his voice some. “It’s incredibly difficult to sit here across the table from you with all of these insanely dirty thoughts running rampant in my mind right now.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and pick up my menu. “If you say so, Mr. Calloway. Maybe you can share those thoughts with me later.”

He grins and continues to scan his menu. “I’ll be having the SomTam now. You, I’ll be having for dessert later and I assure it will be very dirty; a beautiful mess.”

I shake my head. “You’re bad.”

“You like it. What I’m not sure of is if you like Thai food. I should’ve asked you first.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. I like it. The shrimp Pad Thai for me. I’ve had it before and it was great.”

He folds his menu and pushes it aside. “I guess we don’t really know many of each other’s likes and dislikes outside the bedroom, do we?”

I unroll my napkin and place it in my lap. “No, I suppose not. We don’t have a reason to know those things.”

“You’re really hung up on rules, aren’t you?”

The question makes me uncomfortable but he’s right. I shrug my shoulders. “I’m a rule follower.”

He clasps his hands together and leans forward. “Rules are often made to be broken. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Why does he always put me on the spot like this? It makes me nuts.

“I don’t know. I just think we’ll be stepping into dangerous territory the moment we get too personal with each other.”

He purses his lips. “Hmmm, are you worried you’ll fall for me? Is that why you’re guarded?”

I don’t like that question one bit. Actually, it kind of pisses me off. He can tell because there’s no hiding my expression.

“I don’t mean to offend you. I just want you to loosen up some. Stop worrying so much about rules and boundaries.”

“That was an egotistical thing to say, Brisban. I’ve never pegged you for that type before.”

Before he can respond, the waitress places a crystal tumbler with amber liquid in it in front of him and a large glass of red wine in front of me.

“Are you ready to place your order, sir?”

He nods and proceeds to order for me and then himself. The waitress takes down our meals and gathers our menus. The air at our table is a little stifled from our less than comforting conversation.

“I apologize.” He places his hand on his chest, just above his heart. “I didn’t mean to sound that way. Sometimes my flirting crosses a line and I’m sorry for doing so. I never want to disrespect you in any way. Being around you makes me speak my thoughts before I think them through. Sometimes that’s good and others not so much.”

I give him a faint smile and sigh. “It’s okay. I‘m just a little uptight and nervous, I guess. Even though we aren’t calling this a,” I put my fingers in the air and make the quotation motion, “
date
, it still feels very much like one. I haven’t been on a real date in forever so it’s a bit much to absorb.”

He takes a sip of his drink and contemplates my words. I see his throat move as he swallows and an image of his mouth between my legs involuntarily flashes through my mind.

God, Candace, you’re such a sex fiend all of a sudden.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I had a real date that wasn’t some fiasco constructed by friends or family?” he asks, placing his drink back on the table. I shake my head, no. “It’s been a long time. This isn’t necessarily my comfort zone either, Candace, but I’m tired of being lonely. I’m a man in his forties who lives and breathes by structure and business deals and endless work. I miss the company of a beautiful woman. I enjoy taking you to a nice place like this and buying you the finest wine and food. It’s who I am. I’m a man that enjoys treating a woman as she should be treated. It makes me happy. Just like I enjoy making you happy in bed. I won’t deny myself these things just because it’s uncomfortable to reintroduce myself to being with someone other than my ex-wife. I like the physical aspect of this but I also like the company.”

How can I argue with that when I feel exactly the same way? I can’t.

“I know what you mean. I know a lot about being lonely. I’m just scared. I like you and I don’t want to get caught up in feelings that can’t be there.”

He reaches across the table and takes my free hand in his. “I don’t know the future any more than you do. We can’t let fear stop us from enjoying one another. We’re adults in an adult situation. Let’s not concern ourselves with what-ifs or maybes. Let’s just appreciate each other and forget the rest.”

As much as this terrifies me I can’t argue with him. I want all of that just as much as he does.

“Okay.”

Our food arrives and saves us from the remainder of this heavy topic. It smells heavenly and looks even better. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelled this. It’s absolutely delicious looking, too.”

An appreciative smile adorns his handsome face. “This is my favorite place in the city. I’m glad you approve. Just wait until you try it. It’s always a real treat when something tastes as good as it looks.” I cut my eyes up to his and, just as I thought, his eyes are swirling with mischief, his grin equally naughty. I shake my head.

“Is that right?” I quip.

“That’s right. I have personal experience with this. I can provide you with some rather specific details if you’d like.” He arches a brow as he opens that sexy as hell mouth of his and takes a bite of food. He chews and pauses briefly. “The first time I took you into my mouth I didn’t want to stop. Just like when I look at you my eyes don’t want to look away.”

“I love your details.” I spear a shrimp with my fork and lean down to blow on it, hot steam floating up.

“You have incredible lips.”

My gaze wonders up to his and I smile. “Thank you.” I put the shrimp in my mouth slowly and he watches my every movement. I’m sure to slide the fork out of my mouth ever so slowly; just for effect. I lick my bottom lip and he smiles.

“I’d call you a tease but I know you’re going to follow through later, so I won’t. I look forward to those perfect lips being around my cock later.”

Immediately, I blush and worry about others around us hearing him. I bring my napkin up and blot the corners of my mouth before responding with my composure firmly in place. “You’re right about that. I’m not a tease and I also look forward to
that
. No games remember?”

He raises his glass with a slight nod of his head. “I’ll toast to that.”

WE’RE IN THE CAB ON our way to a nearby hotel where he’s already made reservations for us. I feel his warm breath before I hear him speak, “I can’t wait to have you alone, all to myself.” His whisper floats from his beautiful lips into my ear. His hand’s resting on my thigh and I can feel the heat from his palm through the thin fabric of my skirt. I open my legs slightly and reply, “Why wait?”

He looks in the direction of the cab driver and then back to me. “I like it when you’re like this.” His hand slides down to the hem of my skirt.

“Like what?” I open my legs a little more, tempting him further.

He leans in and kisses me on my neck. In between kisses he says, “When you shut down your inhibitions and just allow yourself to react to how you’re feeling. It’s incredibly sexy.” One finger begins to trace the hem of my skirt, inch by inch. Slowly, he hooks two fingers underneath and makes the unhurried journey back in the other direction, gently and methodically. Never does he do anything without careful thought and purpose. He stops at the center of my skirt and glides his hand underneath. I open even more for him. His thumb brushes my already needy clit and I have to hold in a whimper.

“Shh,” he soothes quietly. “Kiss me and pour all those sounds into me. Kiss me and show me how good it feels.” I do exactly as he says. My hands reach up and cradle his stubble covered face and I kiss him with hunger and passion. While our tongues are colliding, intertwining, and caressing, he pushes two fingers inside me. I moan into his mouth and he pulls my tongue between his lips, sucking on it gently. His thumb begins to circle my clit in unison with his sucking on my tongue. It’s enthralling and I feel like I’m freefalling into a place where physical pleasure pours over you non-stop, in waves of raw sensations. I never want to stop falling; I never want to be caught. His fingers move faster and my pussy gets wetter. He releases my tongue and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, biting it just enough to bring a tinge of pain, but not so much that I don’t feel pleasure. I’m getting close to orgasm and he knows it; he reads my body as if it’s his favorite novel. He’s memorized every line, space, and quotation. Sometimes he even adds to the story with his own words and gestures. I never want this book to end.

Heat builds between my legs and, right before I feel like I’m going to tumble over the edge, he stops. I’m breathing hard as he releases my mouth. My lips are tender and my clit is throbbing in need of release.

“Not yet. When you come I want to be able to hear you.” He brings his fingers up to my lips and I open for him, my lips wrapping around them. They’re coated with my wetness. I swirl my tongue around in a circular motion and suck gently. I look up and watch him as he’s watching me. Our eyes meet and I suck a little harder. He reaches out and grasps my hand, placing it between his legs on his hardened cock.

“Do you feel what you do to me?”

I grip him and rub up and down the length of it. Even hidden beneath the fabric of his pants, his dick is something to gasp about. He lets out a quiet hiss. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and I lick my lips.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Candace. You make me absolutely crazy with the most subtle gestures. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever had. Your mind,” he reaches up, tracing a finger from my temple down to my cheekbone, “is just as sexy as your body. It doesn’t get any better than that.”

Before I can respond, the cab slows and comes to a stop. A wide grin stretches across his face like a kid that’s just pulled up at Disney. Except it’s a hotel and he’s going to get a lot more than a fairy tale princess could give him. He pays the driver and we get out. Without hesitation, he takes my hand in his.

I like it.

A lot.

A little warning bell chimes in my head and I push it away. I like him holding my hand, not because I like feeling like a couple. My mind needs to keep quiet. The bell hop opens the door for us and he guides us to the elevators.

I’m surprised to not be checking in first. “You’ve already checked in?”

“Of course I have. There’s no way I wanted to wait to get you upstairs when we got here. Our room is ready and waiting.”

The elevators open and we step inside, hand in hand. As soon as the doors close, he has me against the wall. His lips are soft but his kiss is hard, hurried. “I want you so badly tonight. I crave you. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs and taste how wet you get for me.” He speaks in a gravelly voice against my lips, nearly causing my knees to go weak.

“Brisban,” I sigh.

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you need.”

“More, I always need more.” He cups my breast, pinching my hardened nipple while rolling it between his thumb and finger.

“Ahh, my God. You always know how to touch me just right.” He presses his huge body against mine and I instantly feel his aroused cock against my stomach. The elevator dings and he stills. In one swift motion he wraps one arm around my waist and hoists me up by my ass onto his shoulder. I squeal in response.

My ass is in the air and my body’s draped over his shoulder. “Oh my god, what are you doing?”

“Carrying you. I’m feeling a bit possessive at the moment and, I have to say, I like having your ass in the air like this, right next to my face.” He playfully smacks my butt and I laugh.

I’m bobbing up and down with every step he takes. “You’re insane.”

“It’s all your fault. You make me crazy.” He stops in front of our room and fishes the room key from his pocket. Holding me firmly with his left arm, he slides the key in the door with his free hand. As soon as we enter the room, I hear music playing, the sound of a beautiful voice drifts through the air. He very carefully leans down and places me on the bed. My body is instantaneously hugged by the soft, smooth fabric of the duvet. As soon as my eyes adjust to the dimmed lights I realize he’s already been here tonight. There’s wine chilling on the side table and, beside it, there’s a black box with a white silk ribbon tied around it. He sees that I’ve eyed it and rounds the bed.