Street Safe (3 page)

She was just so willing, yielding to the demands of his kiss. Her lips were so delicious and intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough of them. He deepened the kiss and welcomed the joining of their tongues, but he had to have more.

Street shoved her skirt to her waist as he sought her pussy lips. He trailed his fingers along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he swallowed her gasp of surprise. She widened her stance to allow him access to her all secrets.

His fingers stroked damp lace and her scent rose to greet him, decadent and lush like an exotic bloom. She whimpered and thrust against his hand.

He pushed the thin barrier aside and plunged two fingers into her slick heat. His cock twitched as if to say it wanted to experience her creamy goodness, too. She rewarded him with a moan and wound her arms around his neck. Never in his wildest dreams had he believed lust could be so hot, so wanton. He ached and throbbed to possess her, to brand her as his own.

Impatience won. He grasped her panties, snapped the skimpy material from her body and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes fluttered open and a sly smile teased her kiss-swollen lips.

“I’d have taken them off.”

“My way was faster.” He dropped to his knees and shoved her legs wider. For a moment he admired her neatly trimmed pussy. The lips glistened with her juices and the musky perfume of her arousal made his mouth water.

Na’arah rested a hand on his shoulder while staring down at him, her eyes heavy with desire. He wanted to feel her hand on his skin. He paused long enough to whip off his shirt.

“Rue,” she said with a breathy groan.

He teased the inside of her thighs with light, sweeping kisses while he circled her clit with his thumb, teasing the tight bud with skillful strokes. A tremor shook her body as he inched closer to his prize. When he finally flicked his tongue across her delicate core, her nails bit into the hard muscle of his shoulder and he relished the small sting. He spread her labia with his thumbs, exposing her further to his oral exploration. He lapped at her essence and grasped her hips when she tried to wiggle away.

She rocked against his mouth and tongue, her soft moans punctuating the air. He moved her leg over his shoulder, giving him greater access, and dipped two fingers inside her dripping pussy. She was so wet and tight, he longed to have his cock mimicking the same ride as his fingers.

He tore his mouth from her nether lips and stared up at her. A dazed expression adorned her pretty face and he wanted to watch her climax again and again. He labored to his feet, hooking an arm around her waist and molding her to the length of his body.

He kissed her, sharing her unique flavor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer. Why couldn’t they be in his apartment, where they could be skin to skin? But there was something scintillating about her taut nipples teasing his bare chest.

“I want to be inside you. Na’arah,” he murmured.

“Yes.”

She fumbled with the button on his jeans and jerked down the zipper. He trembled as she freed his erection from his briefs and stroked his shaft up and down. Each caress along his shaft weakened his control. If he didn’t stop her now, there would be no later. He grabbed her hand. There wasn’t time for that, not if he wanted to satisfy her.

“Later, sweetheart.” He leaned on a corner of the desk, opened the top drawer and extracted a condom.

An appreciative smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she plucked the small foil square from his fingers.

Rip. Snap. Sigh. Street settled Na’arah on the edge of the desk and stood between her legs. He swept a hungry glance down her body. This was how he’d envisioned her. Dress shoved to her waist, thighs spread for his pleasure and her sweet vagina glistening with her juices, ready to receive him. He teased her pussy with the tip of his latex-clad penis, eliciting a moan. Slowly he entered her, enjoying the heat and tightness of her body.

Street leaned over and kissed her, keeping his pace languid. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles at the small of her back. Her fingernails scraped from his shoulder blades to his buttocks in a way that made him want to ride her harder, faster.

When she scratched him again, he groaned and grasped her hips, thrusting and grinding with a little more force. He was rewarded with a burst of her cream. Her pelvis rose to meet his, taking everything he demanded.

The slap of flesh on flesh mingled with the creak of the desk. Na’arah tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to the creaminess of her throat. He swirled his tongue against the pulse in her neck. This woman was just incredible.

She writhed beneath him, her breathless moan and soft cries spurring him on. He needed to watch her go over the edge, see the exact moment ecstasy claimed her.

He slid a hand between their bodies and pinched the half hidden bundle of nerves. She arched against him. Nothing escaped his scrutiny. He imprinted the way she bit her bottom lip, her dilated pupils and the brilliant jade of her eyes as they widened. Her lips parted and a passionate cry escaped her.

Na’arah was his. He caressed a kiss to her lips, swallowing the remainder of her shrieks. His orgasm started as a tingle. Rose from his toes, scorched his calves and singed his hamstrings before it exploded in fiery spurts. He was a slave to his climax, riding the wave as she continued to rock and move beneath him.

Gradually his thrusts slowed and he rested his forehead in the hollow of her shoulder. He feathered kisses over her jaw and finally her lips. She trailed her fingers up and down his spine. If he could stay locked within her embrace forever, it still wouldn’t be long enough.

“That was incredible,” she whispered.

“Indeed.”

Their heavy pants filled the silence until pounding reverberated on the door. Na’arah tensed beneath him. He twisted his head to make sure the door was locked.

“Street!”

“What!” Annoyance filled his voice. He wanted another chance at ravishing this woman.

“Some idiot is refusing to pay his tab!”

He sighed and she giggled.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yeah. Be out in a sec.”

“Duty calls,” she said. Mischief sparked in the depths of her hazel eyes.

“Sadly, yes.” He straightened and paused. A broken ring of latex ringed his limp penis. “The…um…condom broke.”

Na’arah sat up, tugging her bodice back into place. “What?”

He met her gaze. “I’m sorry. The condom broke.” He studied her. She looked like she’d been thoroughly loved. Hopefully her friends would be drunk enough not to notice her mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips.

A wave of tenderness swamped him, and for a moment he could imagine waking up to her every morning. But he remembered something else about Na’arah. She wanted a family. He frowned.

She placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed his lips. “Don’t look so perplexed, I’m on birth control. No worries.”

Her admission did nothing to ease the tension knotting his belly. If she didn’t have a boyfriend, why was she on birth control? He followed her movements as she hopped off the desk and tugged her skirt into place. Absently he righted his underwear and jeans. When he bent to retrieve his shirt, he scooped up her lacy g-string, too. He stuffed the underwear in his pocket and pulled the polo over his head.

“Is that some kind of memento?”

He grinned. “You could say that.”

She nodded.

“Street!” A masculine voice hollered from the other side of the door.

He stalked to the door and snatched it open. “Dammit! I said I’d take care of the customer in a minute.” He blocked the opening so the employee couldn’t see and prayed the other couldn’t hear Na’arah’s throaty giggle.

“Oh, Miles is sitting on that guy, but that group of ladies is looking for you. They want another round of drinks.”

Water gurgled behind him. Apparently she’d found his private bathroom. It was one of the first things he had installed when he took over the place.

“I’ll be out in a minute Beau; I’m just finishing up some paperwork.”

Beau nodded, a knowing grin on his face as he backed away. Street shook his head and closed the door. His manager was efficient, but nosy.

“I should get back to my table.”

Street faced her. Somehow she’d restored her appearance, her hair was a little tousled and her dress a bit rumpled, but it worked for her. He had to touch her. She turned her cheek into his palm when he brushed a lock of her hair away from her face.

“We’ve got to do this again.”

“A quickie in your office?” She chuckled. “At least you’re honest.”

He smirked. She had a sense of humor that was good. “Maybe we can grab dinner and a movie next time.”

“I’d like that.”

Before he could say anything else she slipped out the door. He stared after her. What the hell had just happened? He’d indulged his fantasy, asked her out and he was still anxious. Maybe because they were interrupted before he could fully exhaust his appetite for her.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, the fingers of his right hand brushing lacy material. Yeah, that was it. He still wanted her.

When he arrived up front, he halted in his tracks. Well, dammit to hell with gasoline drawers. Na’arah was in the arms of another man. Damn Auggie.

Auggie, his uncle by marriage, always seemed to charm any woman who showed an interest. Obviously Na’arah was no different, preferring a whole man instead of a broken one.

Street clutched the underwear in his pocket. Jealousy didn’t sit well. A few wayward strands of messy brown hair flopped over Auggie’s forehead as he smiled down at the sexy woman in his arms. Street would have gladly punched him in his pearly white smile, if given a chance.

He caught Miles’ wave from the corner of his eye. If that’s the way she wanted to play this, then so be it.

When Na’arah arrived home early the next morning she longed for a shower. Both Darla and Vonda spilled their drinks on her, so she reeked of watermelon and lemon liquor—not a great combination to wear for three hours. She stripped off her dress and draped it over a chair. The sexy little number was going to the cleaners first thing. Zee was so not getting her shoes back, especially after having to pry her little sister from some grabby jerk. And then the jerk had the nerve to get indignant. Oh yeah, Zee was not getting her shoes.

Well, the evening wasn’t a total bust.

A slow smile creased her lips. She had the most amazing sex she’d ever experienced in a very long time.

Na’arah kicked off her heels and plugged in her phone. The only worthwhile encounter to have come from her outing with Zee and her crazy friends?

Street.

God, the man had fueled every sexual fantasy of hers since he stretched on her massage table four months ago and to have had the real thing ... she wanted to do it again and again.

Raised, angry voices sliced through her reverie. She wandered to the window and edged the curtain far enough away to take in the street. Three men stood on the sidewalk, nearly beneath the streetlamp. All were tall and bulky, but only one held an expression of wide-eyed fear. She stared. There was something about his features. His eyes and mouth, distorted as they were, bothered her. She rubbed her eyes, cursing the late hour and her blurring contacts.

Narrowing her gaze she leaned forward, and pressed her forehead to the cold glass for a better look. A shiver ran through her body until the glass warmed from her heat. Why couldn’t she remember where she’d seen him?

She searched the empty street. Surely someone else had to have heard the argument. Then again, most people were sleeping at four in the morning. Still, someone needed to step in. She hurriedly tugged on a pair of knit capris and a zip up jacket, then returned to the window.

One man moved behind her brown-haired, unknown stranger and grabbed his arms. He struggled, the red plaid jacket he wore flapping open to reveal the navy cotton shirt beneath.

Na’arah sucked in a breath. Auggie? What was he doing here? Granted Milan, MI wasn’t a big place, but he lived on the other side of town. Maybe she’d forgotten something when she was dancing with him. Whatever it was certainly could’ve waited until tomorrow. When she spoke with him earlier, she’d gotten the impression that what he wanted to talk to her about wasn’t super important, just a bank form that needed her signature.

She shifted her gaze outside again. A ripple of unease slipped down her spine. He didn’t deserve to get beaten to a pulp—unless he was sleeping with someone’s wife again—she sighed. Still, he was a human being, even if he was a letch.

She cringed when Auggie was struck in the stomach. His knees buckled and would’ve collapsed if not for the second man behind him, forcing him upright.

With trembling fingers Na’arah grabbed her phone and dialed 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?” The operator’s voice, calm and efficient, purred in her ear.

Na’arah rattled off her address. “A man is being assaulted. Could you send an ambulance and the police?” She burst onto the street in time to see a final punch, shove and kick. Auggie dropped to the pavement, unmoving, while his assailants ran off.