Shades of Sexy (7 page)

Macy’s expression hardened.

Maybe he shouldn’t be telling her this.

“Go on.”

“I left to use the rest room. When I came back, I could see under the table. My father had his hand on her thigh. Nearly in her crotch.”

Macy’s lips flattened into a straight line. “I assume he had a wife at the time, hmm?”

“Yeah. He did. When the secretary excused herself for a minute, I confronted him. Told him I thought he was a jerk for cheating on his wife.”

“And?” She lifted a dark eyebrow.

“He told me men tend to seek out more than one lover. Said I’d do it too someday. We’re genetically programmed way.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Let me guess. The same didn’t hold true for wives.”

“Course not. I asked if his secretary was married.” He shook his head, still incredulous at his father’s sheer gall. “He told me it wouldn’t be right to sleep with another man’s wife. Broke some male code of honor or some bullshit like that.”

“So he cared more about not hurting faceless husbands everywhere than his own wife.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Unbelievable.”

He slipped his arm around her and pulled her against him. “I’m sorry if that hurt. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.”

Her sigh held regret. “I don’t know how I could have been so stupid. To not see the true Warren for so long.”

Grasping her shoulders, he pulled her closer. “Don’t blame yourself. He was quite an actor. I think he snowed a lot of women over the years. He had that charming side everyone loved. He usually kept the asshole side well hidden.” But not from Alex. Warren hadn’t seemed to care what Alex thought of him.

Because he never loved me, never found me worthy of his affection.

She moved out of his grasp. “I’m parched. Can I fix you a drink?” She stood and slipped on her blouse. It fell to the top of her thighs and looked incredibly sexy.

Staring at her, he knew he didn’t want to leave yet. He enjoyed her company. And the sex was too good for just once. “I’d love one.”

He followed her into the kitchen and waited while she poured them each some chardonnay.

She handed him a glass and tapped hers against it. “To Warren.”

“No. I won’t drink to him and neither should you.” He set his glass on the counter. “I asked myself on the plane why I’d decided to come to his funeral. Not like I had some great warmth for the guy. He refused to pay my mother any child support. Told her to take him to court, but for some reason, she didn’t. He only paid any attention to me when he found it convenient to do so.”

“Then why did you come?”

“Something kept niggling at me, telling me I’d regret it if I didn’t.” Maybe that nagging guilt that he hadn’t tried harder to see the jerk last time he’d come to Florida. It was possible his email had gotten lost in cyberspace. It happened occasionally. Why hadn’t he just picked up the phone and called? Then maybe he’d feel like he’d given it his all.

He pushed the notion from his mind. What purpose did it serve to beat himself up over it? Warren was an insensitive asshole to him his whole life. No reason to think he’d changed in the last few years. He took Macy’s glass and set it next to his. Stepping closer, he breathed in her sweet scent—orange blossoms and pure sex. “Maybe you’re the reason.”

She crinkled her brow. “Huh?”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, drew her to him. “Maybe fate meant for us to meet. And in some weird cosmic way, I knew that.” He no longer cared that Macy was his father’s wife, that she was some sort of prize he’d taken to get even with the man. He found her an exciting, sexy woman and he wanted to know her better.

He laughed. “Sounds crazy, I know.”

“A little.” She stood on her toes and kissed him. “Excuse me while I change.” She disappeared into the bedroom.

He put on his shirt, then paced the floor. After a few minutes he sat on the couch and checked out the pictures on the wall. The décor was modern and simple. Unpretentious, like the lady who lived here. He wondered if he ought to leave and check in to his hotel room, although he’d rather stay here, with Macy. She hadn’t offered. Maybe she wasn’t comfortable spending any more time with him, given the familial ties. Or perhaps something else bothered her, the race issue. She’d implied she’d never been with a black man before. She might be the type who concerned herself with what other people said, but for some reason, he didn’t think so.

She returned to the living room wearing a short denim skirt and a tight-fitting top cut low enough to reveal a little cleavage. The starch in her shoulders was evident as she walked to a chair near the couch and sat on the edge. She folded her arms over her chest and let out a heavy sigh. “So…”

Maybe she did regret inviting him home with her. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No.” The word came so fast and with such conviction that he had no doubt she meant it. “Do you want to spend the night?”

“I hoped you’d ask.” He stood and closed the distance between them. Standing over her, he stared down into the swell of her full breasts. “I thought you might be having some regret over—”

“I’m not.” She rose, locked her gaze onto his and her stance relaxed. “I don’t regret a single moment of it.”

Probably his imagination. His mother always told him he was too sensitive. He glanced at the clock on the mantle. Not quite nine p.m. “I know it’s still early, but what do you think of taking a nap? Maybe get up later and…” Circling his arms behind her, he grabbed a handful of her generous backside and squeezed. “Have an encore?”

She threw him a wicked grin. “Perfect.”

Chapter Four

Macy lay awake and listened to Alex’s steady breathing beside her. She glanced at his profile, illuminated by the candlelight from the votive on her night table. Her body felt more completely satisfied than it had in ages. Yet she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d made a mistake by having a fling with Alex. Her instincts about men were obviously flawed. As many times as she’d seen movies or read novels about cheating husbands and heard friends and coworkers discuss ex-husbands they’d caught screwing around, she should have known about Warren.

When the wife had no clue, Macy had always rolled her eyes at their obvious lack of intuition. She’d have known. She’d have seen the signs they’d missed. But she’d had no idea of Warren’s prolific cheating. How could she have been that blind? That stupid?

Alex stirred. He rolled toward her and threw an arm across her. “What time is it?” His voice sounded hoarse from disuse.

A minute after she’d checked the last time. “About two-thirty.”

He sat up, stared down at her and she noticed a web of lines fanning out from the corners of his eyes. “You didn’t sleep at all, did you?”

She shook her head.

“Thinking about my father?”

Yes.

“No. Just not tired, I guess.”

“Do you mind if I take a shower? It’s been a long day.”

“Course not. The towels on the rack are clean.” She gestured toward the bathroom.

“I have an idea for when I get out.” He waggled his eyebrows.

She rose onto her elbows and grinned. “Oh?”

“You look stiff, like you need a backrub.” He smiled and those handsome dimples came out. “And I happen to give a damn fine one.”

Warren had hardly ever rubbed her back, something he knew she absolutely loved. Her stomach did a little flip. “I’m a total sucker for a massage.”

Alex planted a quick kiss on her neck. “All I ask is that you stay awake until I come back.”

“Easy enough.” She took the opportunity to wash up in the guest bathroom. When she returned to her bedroom, she heard Alex shut off the shower. Quick as she could, she grabbed a bottle of massage oil from a drawer and set it on the night table. She stripped off her towel and sneaked under the covers, anticipating a long, slow backrub.

Alex appeared naked in the doorway, hair glistening with moisture. She slid her gaze over him, drank in the broad shoulders, six-pack abs and long, lean legs. His cock sprang to life under her gaze. As he strode toward the bed, renewed desire swirled inside her.

Grabbing the corner of the sheet, he ripped the covers away. Macy giggled as she held open her arms to him. He climbed on top of her, lowering his lips to hers and giving her a slow, sweet kiss. He tasted like her minty toothpaste and smelled like her soap. Familiar, yet new and exciting.

She shut her eyes, luxuriating in the lush sensation of his skin next to hers. When she touched her hands to his hair, she was surprised at how soft it felt. He trailed his tongue over her neck and nibbled her skin, his touch gentle and caring. She sensed a warmth in him his father had never possessed. Already, she suspected he had a kinder soul than Warren.

He moved his attention to her breasts, kissing each in turn, slow and sweet. Lust flared between her legs. Unlike the high-octane passion he’d demonstrated earlier, this time would be more soulful. She’d always enjoyed her sex rough and hard, but when she really liked a man, she occasionally wanted it soft and gentle, full of emotion. And somehow, even though she’d just met Alex, she did like him. A lot.

His eyes, dark as sin, captured hers. “I promised you a backrub, didn’t I?”

“Mm hmm. And I’m not letting you off the hook.” She rolled onto her stomach, eager for the rare treat.

“I’m a man of my word.” Alex sat on her rear end and started massaging her shoulders and upper arms.

Residual tension from the past few days slipped away as he rubbed flesh over bone. A soft moan broke from her lips. He planted a sultry kiss on the back of her neck then slid his hands to her sides.

She resisted the urge to laugh when he veered into her ticklish zones. But then he started working her upper back and she relaxed again. Sliding down lower, he straddled her thighs and rubbed the lower part of her back. When he massaged her butt cheeks, heat bloomed in her belly and spread like wildfire throughout her body.

He continued his southward march, descending to her thighs and gradually pushed her legs wider apart. His talented fingers stole light swipes along her sex as she squirmed. Need quickened her pulse as he squeezed and kneaded her buttocks.

When she felt his mouth on the back of her thigh, her desire spiked. Liquid lust pooled at her entrance. She lifted her hips, hoping he’d pay her sex more direct attention. He dipped a finger inside her, only for a moment, then withdrew it.

“You’re good and wet.” He moved his moist finger along her spine and she sighed with longing.

Everything about this man spoke of a caring, generous spirit, so unlike Warren. Rolling onto her back, she eyed him hungrily, crooked her finger at him.

“Tell me what you need.” Alex planted his hands on the mattress next to either side of her waist. “Say it.”

“I want you.” Her voice, soft as feather, wrapped around him and filled him with savage need.

“What do you want me to do?” He slid his tongue along her belly, watched her wriggle with pleasure.

She moved her gaze to his erection, then to his eyes.

“You like my cock, don’t you?”

She nodded demurely in response.

“Does it taste good, Macy?” His mouth watered at the thought of her giving him head again. The blowjob in the car earlier had been so incredible. He couldn’t wait for more.

“Mm hmm.” She licked her full lips and his cock grew harder. Those were lips meant for sinful pleasures.

“You’re a bad, bad girl. Aren’t you?”

Another nod. Alex turned around and hovered above her, his shaft inches from her hot lips. Then he dipped his mouth to her pussy, stroked his tongue along her creamy folds.

A desperate whimper broke from her lips. When she grasped the base of his cock, his balls tightened with need. He lowered himself so she could easily take his hard-on into her mouth. Mirroring his teasing, she barely touched the head with her tongue.

He drove his own tongue into her juicy slit, lapping up her cream. She writhed and moaned as he flicked a finger over her swollen clit.

Macy closed her lips around his cock and took it all the way in. He tried to concentrate on pleasuring her, but when she scraped her teeth along his shaft, his control teetered on the brink.

He rubbed her pussy, increased the pressure and pace as he felt her rising toward her orgasm. She stopped sucking on his cock for a moment and whimpered plaintively. Suddenly she released a muffled cry. She shook, bucked against him, over and over. After her shudders ebbed, she sighed softly and started pumping her closed hand along his erection.

Lust burned through him like thick, hot lava. His balls tightened as she pulled them inside her mouth and stroked them greedily with her tongue. The pleasure made him delirious, but he yearned to come inside her pussy this time, to stare into her eyes as he did. It took all his strength to ease himself away. He shifted in the bed and grabbed the condom packet he’d left on the nightstand.

“What—”

He stilled her with a kiss. Rolling on the condom, he glanced at her breasts, lowered his mouth to suckle one stiff point, then the other. He gazed down at her distended nipples—glossy and red from his attention—and his lust grew more overwhelming.

Macy pushed herself up on her elbows. “I want to be on top.”

He didn’t need any convincing. Lying on his back, he threaded his fingers through hers as she mounted him, taking him inside her. Her pussy was wet and hot and tight. He gritted his teeth as she rode him, rocked above him. Raising his hips, he tunneled farther inside her.

She let out a yelp and ground against him, drawing him still deeper. He caught one of her breasts in his grip, squeezed and kneaded it. She threw her head back, cried out with lustful urgency. He grasped her hips, lifted her up then forced her back down onto his cock, hard, again and again. Her pussy fit so perfectly snug around him, as if it had been made for his shaft alone.

Her moans grew louder. She quickened her pace, stiffened for a moment, then screamed out in carnal release. Her body shook and shuddered. The sheen of sweat on her skin made her appear to glow in the candlelight.

She curled her fingers into his shoulders and her nails bit into his skin. The momentary pain only heightened his pleasure. His balls constricted, heavy with building need. She clenched around his cock and his control disintegrated. Surrendering to his rapture, he exploded inside her hot, wet pussy. Pure ecstasy engulfed him as he thrust into her until he was completely drained. He held her close, threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her into a heated kiss.

A blissful buzz swam through his veins. She tasted so good, so sweet and warm, he could kiss her for hours. Her tongue felt like velvet as it slid and swirled over his. The musky smell of their union surrounded them.

Macy let out a satisfied purr, then rested her head on his shoulder. The air remained silent but for their heavy breaths. Minutes passed before she lifted her head and met his gaze. “I’ve never…I don’t know, connected with anyone so fast.”

Alex had the same thought. He may have set out with the intention of getting even with his father in some weird passive-aggressive way, but Warren was the last person on his mind now. Macy’s presence filled his every sense. “I have a confession to make.”

Her lips flattened to a straight line and her brow creased with worry.

He tightened his arms around her. “Don’t worry. Nothing earth-shattering.”

Her features relaxed. “Good.” She climbed off him and stretched out beside him.

“Give me a sec.” He got up and strode into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he found her curled up like a kitten beneath the covers. Slipping into the bed next to her, he faced her and drank in her aura. “You know, when I met you I was instantly attracted to you.”

She grinned. “Yeah. I got that. I felt the same way.”

“But I have to admit, something inside me wanted to get in a dig at my father.” He averted his gaze. “Maybe I thought sleeping with you would dull some of the pain he left. Soften the edges of that hole inside me. But it quickly became all about you and me and nothing about my father.” He stared into her eyes, expecting to see anger or hurt there. Only he didn’t.

Her smile was a welcome relief. “I did the exact same thing, Alex. I thought I would feel a little less resentful if I had sex with Warren’s son. But, yeah, all thoughts of him disappeared hours ago.” She cupped a gentle hand over his cheek and gave him a soft kiss on his mouth. “It became about nothing but you and me.”

Circling her in a firm embrace, he kissed the top of her head. “Not like either of us could punish a dead man, anyway.”

“No, but we could certainly make each other feel better.” She snuggled against him and yawned.

Having confessed his initial intention, he relaxed his shoulders and the rest of his body followed suit. He burrowed under the covers. “I’d better get some sleep.”

“Will you be flying back to Atlanta tomorrow?” Another yawn.

The question caught him off guard. He’d planned to head home in the morning, but since he was between projects, he could easily stay a week or even longer. But did Macy want him around? “I’m not sure, actually. I have some time off coming.”

She stiffened against him. Maybe one night was all she’d had in mind. He waited for her to say something, to tell him she hoped he’d stick around or even offer for him to stay at her place, but she remained silent. Minutes later he heard her steady breathing and knew she’d fallen asleep. But her silence had spoken volumes. That familiar sting of rejection kicked at his gut.

He thought they’d forged a connection that ran deeper than their mutual disdain for Warren. She’d even said so. But had she meant it? Shutting his eyes, he drew in a breath. He’d broach the subject again in the morning. If she didn’t seem interested in him staying longer, he’d have his answer.