Wet and Wilde (5 page)

She concentrated on breathing. In…out… How was it he could make her vitals stop with a mere look? And how was it he could make her pussy throb with just a word?

The man was amazing. In every way. Dripping sex appeal from every pore, yet still personable, polite, friendly. He hadn’t spoken a single demeaning word to anyone, not even about the waiter—who was less than the best she’d ever had.

Too good to be true. The man was too good to be true. “So, tell me, what is it with you? You’re too perfect. What’s wrong with you?”

“Me? Perfect? What a nice compliment.” He produced a wallet from somewhere and slipped a credit card into the little leather thingy to pay the check with. Reaching over to rub her shoulder with one hand, he handed the waiter the check with the other. “I think you’re perfect, too.”

“No, seriously.” She shifted, so she could be far enough away from him to form a coherent thought. “I wasn’t fishing for a compliment. There must be something wrong with you.”

“Hmmm…” He lifted his eyes to the ceiling. “Let me think. Well, I can’t dance worth a damn. And my friends tell me I eat too much.”

Her gaze dropped to the flat plane that was his stomach. The image of that incredible set of abs wet and glistening as she’d seen them earlier flashed through her mind. “Doesn’t look like you’re hurting there.”

“I’m sure it’ll catch up to me someday.” “Shall we go?” he asked as he accepted his credit card from the waiter and signed the slip. He stood and offered a hand down to her.

She accepted his hand, and damn if that electric current didn’t zip up her arm again. Her panties were so damn wet that she could barely walk. Her knees were wobbly. She wrapped her arm around his to steady herself.

Nice! It was nice walking at his side like this. She felt strong yet protected, all at the same time.

He walked her outside, and only then did she realize how late had gotten. The crickets chirred, one of Jane’s all time favorite sounds. The parking lot was dark and nearly empty. They stopped at her car, and she rummaged through her purse for her keys. They’d better be there! She wouldn’t put it past Diana to steal them so she’d have to accept a ride from Josh.

Then again, a ride from Josh—or on him—might be fun. She forced herself to shake that thought out of her mind before it had fully developed. Considering her aroused state, she just might take that idea and run with it.

“Perhaps I can offer you a ride?”

“Nope. I know my keys are here. Somewhere.” She pulled out her wallet, which took three-quarters of her purse’s interior. “Here they are!” She jangled them before him. “See?”

He swiped them from her before she knew what he’d done. His grin was downright sinful. “And now they’re gone.”

She shot him a mocking smile. “Cute. Now, hand them over. I need to get home. It’s getting late.”

He lifted them high, just out of her reach. “Only if you promise me one more kiss.”

Okay, he was playing a juvenile game, but she could handle that. One good turn deserved another. He’d get what he had coming. She just needed to think quick.

Too bad her brain was on hold at the moment!

He leaned down, a goofy pucker screwing up his handsome face.

She could give him a kiss where he wouldn’t expect it, and steal the keys away. Maybe. Or, she could simply give him what he wanted.

What the hell? She pressed her mouth to his.

He didn’t respond. His mouth felt stiff under hers. His body remained still as a stone statue.

She pulled away. “What the hell was that?”

“I might ask the same.”

“You didn’t kiss me back.”

He tipped his head—that was a cute look for him, innocent, like a puppy. “Well, you didn’t kiss me first.”

“I sure did.” What was he talking about?

“That was not a kiss. At least, not the kind I was expecting from a woman as beautiful and passionate as you. It was a…a grandma kiss.”

She laughed, at the grandma kiss jab, but also at the beautiful thing, and at the passionate thing. Where did he get his lines? Did he read them somewhere? Practice them in front of a mirror?

“What are you laughing about?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

That mocking grin was the final straw. By God, she’d show him! She’d kiss the hell out of him until his balls were so flaming hot he couldn’t walk, and then she’d leave.

He’d be fucking a blow up doll or jerking off all night long to get rid of his blue balls!

Chapter 5

Throwing caution to the wind can be a hell of a lot of fun.

“Hang on, buddy,” Jane said, giddy with a sense of adventure. “You’re about to find out.” Completely and deliberately casting aside all sense of propriety, she reached between his legs, and with one hand stroking the stiff bulge in his pants, she reached up with the other and coaxed his head down. She spent no time luxuriating in the kiss, but went right for the good stuff. She urged him to open his mouth and thrust her tongue inside, delving, tasting, mating with his tongue.

He groaned, the sound spurring her to be even more brazen with her actions. She broke the kiss, but only long enough to look down and unfasten his pants. She slid her hand inside his snug underwear—so warm!—and fisted his erect cock. Holy shit, it was huge! Her initial impression hadn’t been wrong.

That must have been his undoing. In a heartbeat, she found herself spun around and pinned against the car’s hood. Hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her body. Sliding through her hair, gripping her neck, teasing her nipples to aching points, and massaging her mound until her juices were practically pulsing out of her. There was only one thought on her mind: Fuck me. Now.

A second later, he swept her up into his arms, carried her to the black Jag parked a few spots away, and dropped her into the passenger seat. Still dazed and lost in a mire of need, she watched him drive her home.

She didn’t ask how he knew where she lived. Didn’t really care at the moment. All she cared about was having that beautiful cock buried deep inside her. He helped her find her keys and unlock the door, and the minute they were inside, he also briskly helped her out of her clothes—if you could call it helping.

Actually, she thought she might have heard a bit of ripping. No matter! In a strange way, it was actually stimulating.

Before she knew it, she stood before him, completely naked in the middle of the living room. Lights on—something she’d never done, even with her ex.

His gaze raked over her flesh, practically scorching it. She saw the primal urge in him. His jaw muscles tensed, his neck muscles tensed, his shoulder muscles tensed. He was visibly a bundle of handsome, jaw-dropping…need. And he’d gotten that way by looking at her. Wow!

“You are absolutely stunning,” he half-said, half-growled.

She felt a smile forming. “You like?”

“Can’t you tell?”

“I could tell better if you were undressed.” Her gaze focused on the junction between his legs and the visible bulge in his pants.

“In time.”

He stepped closer, and her body prepared for an onslaught of sensation. Instead, he halted inches from her, looked down and smiled.

“First, I want to have some fun. Are you willing to play along?”

Her mind zipped in a million different directions, but her body careened down the road that led to pussy-dripping arousal. That word. Fun. It could mean so many different things. Some scary—if he was into some crazy stuff—pain, torture, that kind of thing. She ached to find out what he meant.

“Trust me,” he said into her mouth as he kissed her. The words echoed in her head. “Trust me.” His tongue dipped into her mouth and he drew hers inside his, sucking it, teasing it. The similar sensation of sucking burned between her legs. He nipped her lips with his teeth, and the same nipping stung her pussy lips. Yet, his hands remained at his sides.

She needed his touch! Her pussy ached to be filled. Her muscles pulsed and twitched. Her knees grew wobbly.

As if he knew she would collapse at any moment, he swept her into his arms again and carried her back to the bedroom, running his hand along the wall and snapping on the overhead light as he found the light switch, and laying her on the bed. He pinned her there, a thick arm on either side of her shoulders, his body poised above hers. She wanted to feel his weight on her, between her legs. Not knowing what else to do, she lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“No-no. Not yet.” He sat up and gently removed her clinging limbs. “I will tell you when. The beauty of sex is in the building need. If you hurry to the end, you miss so much.”

Ugh! Her body—every frickin’ inch—was screaming for completion. Take her time? She wanted him now!

“Patience, love.” His gaze wandered over her form, feeling like a soft caress. Funny, how she could physically feel his gaze on her skin. “You will play, won’t you?”

She needed him so badly right now, she’d agree to almost anything. “Yeah. Just please, fuck me.”

“In time. Roll over and show me your ass.”

That was not what she considered her most alluring asset—no pun intended. She hesitated, having always been uncomfortable with that particular part of her body.

“You said you would play.” She heard the disapproval in his tone and swallowed a lump of regret. For some reason, at this moment, pleasing him was very important, more important that drawing in her next breath.

“But—”

“Turn around and show me your ass.”

He wouldn’t ask again. She knew it. She also knew she couldn’t live with disappointing him. She did a log roll onto her stomach and waited.

He gripped her ankles and in a swift movement, slid her across the bed until her toes were on the floor and her chest was resting on the mattress.

She lay there, forehead resting on the soft coverlet, her bare ass hanging out in the breeze, and her cunt so wet she could smell her own juices.

“Your ass is perfect. So soft and smooth.”

Was he blind?

“I want to fuck you.”

Now those were words to appreciate. Her pussy clenched. This little teasing game was driving her nuts! “Then please, be my guest. Fuck me. Now.”

“In time.”

Shit!
She’d heard that too many times already. When would it be time?

“Touch your ass.”

“Do I have to? I mean, I have more appealing features—”

“Your ass is perfect. Touch it. For me.”

Perfect?
She reluctantly reached around and massaged her own ass cheeks. The skin was silky smooth, and the flesh soft. It was odd feeling her body like that. Odd and stimulating. The need deep between her legs was growing more urgent by the second.

“Part your cheeks. I want to see your pussy. Your asshole.”

She parted them, and the feeling of total exposure practically sent her over the edge. Damn it! She needed a cock inside. Pronto. His cock. His hands. His touch. What the hell was he waiting for?

“Touch your pussy.”

She traced circles around her folds, delving between them but not sinking into the soaking wetness within. Then she slid her finger up to her clit. Her body tensed with the first touch there, and she immediately stopped, knowing she’d come in no time.

“Roll over.”

That was a welcome command. She did just that, sliding back on the bed until her whole body was resting on the mattress.

“No. Back to the edge.” He gripped her ankles and pushed them up toward her chest, forcing her knees to bend and her thighs to open.

“Oh…” Talk about feeling exposed!

He dropped his head and laved her pussy, his tongue doing things she didn’t think possible. Dipping, probing, flicking over her clit in a fast, steady beat. The sounds of his loving, slurping, licking echoed in her ears. The smell of her own juices filled her nose. Her every muscle tensed as she rocketed toward climax, and her heart filled with joy. She heard herself gasp.

He stopped, lifted his head, and grinned. His lips glistened. He pushed her back from the edge and crawled up on the mattress, his knees on either side of her hips, his hands on either side of her shoulders. “You like?”

“What’s not to like?” she asked between unsteady breaths. “But, I’d be even happier if you’d take off a few of those clothes.”

“Fair enough.” He crossed his arms over his torso, gripped his shirt at the waist and lifted it over his head. The muscles of his stomach, chest and arms tensed and flexed as he moved.

Amazing.

The man was built like a god. And he was here. In bed. With her! Clearly she’d done something right to deserve this.

He chuckled, almost like he knew what she was thinking. “Would you care to do the honors?” He motioned toward his zipper.

“Absolutely.” Dizzy, giddy, she sat up and unzipped his pants—hey, hadn’t she done that once before?—cramming her hands inside to rest on his very large erection, sheathed in tight cotton athletic boxers. She forced his pants down over his narrow hips, trailing her fingertips over his smooth thighs to the dip at his knee. He finished the job, kicking the pants to the floor.