Shades of Sexy (21 page)

Nick took comfort that April seemed as nervous as he felt. She brushed shaving cream on his face and neck. He hoped she’d quit shaking before she used that razor on him. But could he blame her if she purposely cut him? Wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it.

She returned to the counter and monkeyed with her things.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you a couple days ago.”

She faced him with a straight razor in her less-than-steady hand. “Shh. We’ll talk when I’m done. Lean your head back.”

He gulped, but did as she said. But when she came at his throat, he grabbed her arm.

“What are you doing?”

He let her go. “Let’s talk first, okay?”

Tiny muscles around her jaw ticked. She set the razor on her station then wiped off the shaving cream with a warm towel. “Okay. What do you want to say?”

Damn it. She’d gotten the check already. He drew in a steadying breath. “Look, April, I screwed up. At the party someone told me how perfect you were for me, how great it was that I had such a terrific woman by my side.”

She lifted an eyebrow and folded her arms over her chest. “Well, that sounds like a reason to dump me.”

He shook his head. “Thing is it scared the shit out of me. I haven’t had the best luck with women. Didn’t you wonder why I had almost no furniture?”

“Now that you mention it, yes.”

“My last girlfriend and some guy she hooked up with got a truck and cleaned me out. They took everything but the bedroom furniture while I was at work.”

April winced. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t want her pity. Only her understanding. “My solution was to jump on my bike and hit the open road. Nothing can touch me there.” He dropped his gaze to his lap. “But I’m an adult and I have responsibilities. A lot of people count on me to do my job. I tried to run away from my feelings for you, but I realized I couldn’t. As much as I love the feeling of freedom riding gives me, it’s nothing compared to what you do to me. But with you on the back of my bike, man did that feel great.” He reached out for her hand and thankfully, she took it. “Can you forgive me? And can we start over?”

She bit on her lip a long moment and his heart caught in his throat.

“Okay.”

He stood up and pulled her into his arms and the sound of applause rose in the room. They glanced around and a bunch of the clients and hairdressers had gathered nearby.

April’s face flushed pink. “Guys, go back to what you were doing.” She shooed them away, but her smile betrayed her amusement.

The crowd scattered.

“By the way, I got a call this morning. The investors came through.”

She hugged him tightly. “That’s great. I’m so proud of you.”

He held her at arm’s length. “A lot of it was you. I never would have made the impression I did without your help.” He held her face in his hands and covered her lips with his. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he savored her sweet taste and his cock stirred to life. Remembering where they were, he backed away. “What time are you finished here?”

“About four. I have two clients this afternoon.” She held up a finger. “Let me go make a couple phone calls. Keep your fingers crossed.”

She strode to the reception desk and spoke to one of the other hairdressers. Moments later she started back to her station wearing a big smile. “Cassie’s going to call them to reschedule. I’m free as a bird the rest of the day.”

He threaded his fingers through hers and they left together. Outside, he handed her a helmet and helped her fasten it. When they rode off together and her arms tightened around his waist, he sucked in a deep breath.

I’m a lucky bastard.

He headed straight for his house. He planned to show her just how grateful he was for the second chance she gave him.

* * * * *

April climbed off the motorcycle in Nick’s garage. She didn’t get two steps toward the house before he yanked her into his arms and gave her a kiss. But not your average kiss. He licked and suckled and explored.

Her libido—already in full swing after the ride pressed against his back—jumped several notches. Warm fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt and pressed into her back. Didn’t take long before those fingers worked open her bra.

She centered a hand on his chest and gently pushed him away. “If we start undressing out here, we’ll never make it to your bedroom.”

A smoldering grin lifted the corners of his lips. “Who said we were going to my room? Maybe I had something else in mind.” He hooked his fingers through her belt loops and drew her against him.

She made a show of scanning the garage. “Um, sorry. I’m not into concrete burns. Maybe you should take me back to the salon.”

“I don’t think so.” He released her then landed a good whack on her rear end.

She squealed as she started toward the door leading inside the house.

Nick chased her through then grabbed her wrist faster than she could get away. “I have an awful lot of new furniture that hasn’t been properly broken in yet.”

She stifled a chuckle. “Properly broken in, huh?”

“You bet.” He dragged her by her arm into the dining room and swept his hand through the air. “Take this, for example.”

She glanced at the double pedestal dark oak table she’d picked out. The burgundy and gold runner she’d found matched the velvet drapes perfectly. “What, you want to eat now?”

His gaze traveled the length of her body, heating every inch as it went. “I want to eat something.”

Quicker than she could react, he grabbed her and lifted her onto the table. Then he pulled her shirt over her head. Her bra, open from before, hung uselessly over her breasts. He had it off in seconds then tossed it away. It landed on the buffet, but he didn’t seem to care.

“For the first course, Madame, we have two tasty little tips.” He traced a finger over the curve of her shoulder then dotted the spot skin with tender kisses. The he caught one breast in his hand as he licked his tongue hungrily over the other.

She leaned her head back, savoring the lush sensations. He tweaked one pebbled point as he licked the other. Desire curled through her and started her juices flowing. Nick scraped his teeth over her nipple, sending a quiver of need to her core.

He kneaded and massaged her flesh, flicked his thumbs over the sensitive buds. She eased back onto the table and he trailed his tongue through the valley between her breasts, down the plane of her belly.

She started to work the snap of her pants, but he closed his hand over her fingers. “We’ve only just begun the first course. Why rush through the meal?”

She squirmed and pouted, beyond ready for more.

Suddenly Nick backed away and shook his head. “I’m not sure you deserve to eat in the dining room. You’re awfully impatient. I think you should have to take your supper in the kitchen.” The glint in his eyes heated her skin.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and he picked her up and carried her toward the kitchen. “And what’s the second course?”

“You’ll see.” He set her on her on her feet by the counter. “I’m sure you’ll like it.” He worked the zipper down on her pants, pushed the garment over her hips and convinced it to fall to the floor. She toed off her sandals then kicked away her pants.

He dug his fingers into her hips as if she belonged to him. The notion made her pulse race.

“It’s so damn hot in the kitchen.” He lifted his shirt over his head.

She sucked in a ragged breath at the sight of those bulging muscles covering his arms and chest. Staring up into those clear blue eyes, she set her hands on his shoulders and felt those muscles flinch.

His eyes darkened. Hooking his fingers under the elastic of her panties, he grinned. “Ready for the second course?”

She tilted her hips to give him better access. “What do you think?”

He plowed his hand through her public hair and the anticipation hummed through her. Then he slid a finger along her moist folds and she shut her eyes, savoring the sensations.

“You’re awfully wet, April.” Circling her nub, he bent lower, kissed her neck. The he pushed two fingers inside her, in and out, again and again.

Good thing he had her pinned against the counter because her knees went weak. She pushed her fingers deeper into his skin and rolled her hips, coaxing him to take her all the way.

Oh God, it feels so good.

So good she could hardly breathe. She rocked against the fingers inside her, so close to her climax. When she felt his thumb flick over her clit, she fell over the edge into an abyss of delight. She heard herself cry out, loud and savage, and she didn’t care. Waves of pleasure flooded through her, over and over. It seemed to last forever, kept her suspended in a state of pure bliss.

When the tide finally began to recede, she opened her eyes and found him staring at her. The emotion in his gaze gripped her. As if her pleasure was the most important thing in the world to him. She swallowed back the lump in her throat.

Nick lifted her onto the counter. “Lie back.”

She started to, but the cold granite sent a chill through her.

“Here.” He spread out his shirt for her to lie on.

When she did, he kneeled on the floor and hooked her legs over his shoulders. His thick fingers parted her labia and his breath gusted at her entrance. A hot ribbon of renewed desire unfurled inside her.

When the tip of his tongue touched her clit she nearly came off the counter. He circled and sucked and tantalized with that wickedly talented mouth of his. A warm wet stroke along her folds had her fisting her hands, on the cusp of another orgasm. She whimpered with helpless need. He drove his tongue deep and started rubbing her cleft, milking pleasure from her flesh.

She bucked and shook as she surrendered to her climax. Ecstasy washed over her, flaring in every direction. Her moans filled the air until the ripples finally ebbed, leaving her spent and completely satisfied.

Nick stood up and winked at her. “How’d you like the second course?” He offered her a hand and helped her sit.

“That was the best second course ever.”

He lifted her off the counter and set her down. “Want to go upstairs for the entrée?”

She shook her head. “There’s way too much furniture down here in desperate need of being broken in.”

A slow grin lit up his handsome face. “What’d you have in mind?”

She tracked her gaze over him, thick shoulders, chiseled chest. But he still had his pants on. “First, take those off.”

“Why don’t you?”

She squared her shoulders. “Fine.” Stepping closer, she caught the snap of his pants and opened it. Then she carefully lowered his fly, mindful of his erection pressing against it.

His shaft sprang fee. She closed her hand around it and squeezed. He sucked in a loud breath and shut his eyes for a moment. She softened her grip then raked her fingernails along his taut flesh. He covered her hand with his, stilling it. “Give me a second here.”

Nick toed off his shoes, kicked away his pants then peeled off his socks. “Now let’s find another piece of furniture to break in.”

She grinned then spun around and walked ahead of him. He seized the opportunity to land a slap on her bare rear end.

She yelped, but the sting only heightened her passion. She led him to the red couch she’d picked out. “Wait a sec.” Grabbing the afghan from the bench near the fireplace, she smiled. “I knew this would come in handy.” She spread the blanket over the cushions then motioned him over.

He sat where she indicated. Getting on her knees in front of him, she gave his erection a long swipe of her tongue. She grinned at how hard he was, deep red with thick veins snaking over the flesh. Grasping him at the root, she licked around the crown and down the shaft.

Nick rolled his head back, moaning. He combed his fingers through her hair, massaged her scalp. She cupped his balls, teased them with gentle fingers as she pushed the head of his organ into her mouth. When she took him all the way into her mouth, his shaft pulsed against her tongue. She sucked and licked and scraped her teeth over it as Nick’s grasp on her hair tightened.

Nick fought for control as April gave him one of her incredibly amazing blowjobs. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside him. But he didn’t want to come yet.

Struggling to ask her to stop, he grasped her head. “April?”

She closed her fist around his cock and tilted her head back to look at him.

“I can’t hold back much longer, baby. And I’ve got plans for you.”

She narrowed her gaze, but fire danced in her eyes. “Plans?”

He nodded as he helped her up. “There’s something very important I want to break in.” Standing, he held her hand. “Come on.”

He took her through the kitchen then out to the garage.

“What are we doing in here?” She folded her arms over her chest and pursed her lips.

He strode to his bike, unbuckled the saddlebag and reached inside for the condom he’d stashed there earlier. “Come here.”

She hesitated, but did as he asked.

Grasping her waist, he urged her to the side of the bike. “Bend over the seat.”