Wild Ride: Lance and Tammy (26 page)

She giggled.

Soon she forgot about Lance and Marianne.  Eli’s company soon had her laughing.  They were all very entertaining and unique.

Then she felt an arm move around her waist as Lance stepped next to her.  They all swapped greetings and Eli swirled a long gold chain between his fingers while licking his lips. She laughed at his lack of restraint and introduced them.  Lance was very cordial.  “We should go,” he finally suggested.

She nodded and said her goodbyes.

“Whenever you come to New York again, I want to see you,” Eli said.

“I will definitely look you up.”

Lance never said anything until they were back in the car. “You made friends.”

“I did.”  She watched him wondering if he was upset with her.  He didn’t appear to be.

“I’m glad.”  He pulled out his phone and checked his messages.  He seemed rather preoccupied.

“Are you?”

He tucked his phone away and looked at her. Then he reached over and removed her hand from her lap, kissing the palm while still keeping his eyes on hers. “I’m just tired.”

“Me too.” She started to feel disappointment.

“However, not too tired to do what I promised.”

She smiled. “Good.”

“I was getting worried.  Men were surrounding you like bees to honey.

“Two of them were gay.”

He chuckled. “Wow, you are potent.”

She laughed, “I mean, they were just friendly.  I got all the latest gossip. My ears are ringing.  Besides, they were more of your fan club than mine.”

His eyes glittered. “You don’t say.”

She almost laughed out loud.  Obviously from his nonchalant reaction, that wasn’t the first time he’d had a gay admirer. 

He pulled on her hand moving her closer to him. “Come here.”

She obeyed.

He reached over with his free hand and gripped her thigh pulling it across his.  His hand moved up and down her bare leg.  He watched the action with interest.

“What are you thinking?”

He smiled slightly. “I’m thinking about how much I ache to have these wrapped around me again.”

“They’re yours.”

“You’re mine.” He moved forward and kissed her.

Then the car came to a halt in front of his building.  He released her but there was a promise in his eyes.

Moments later Vern opened the door.  Lance got out and took her hand to help her.

“Good night Mr. Hartley, Miss Easler.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow at ten.”

“Yes sir.” He shut the door and walked around the car.

Tammy’s heart sank. That was the time they were to leave for the airport.  This would all end.

Lance didn’t seem to notice her sudden worry and she was glad.  He turned and walked her toward the building.  The doorman opened the door and greeted the both of them.

Once in the elevator they were alone for a moment. He turned the key and entered the code, and then leaned back against the wall wrapping his hands around the rail and staring at her.  She could feel them on her—all over her.

The door opened, and he took her hand again.  He didn’t say a word all the way down the hall and into his room.

Once inside he tugged on her hand and turned her to face him.

She risked a glance and saw the smoldering desire registering in his eyes.  Her breath hitched in her throat.

“Breathe darling.”

She exhaled.

He moved close, reached behind her and unzipped the dress.  After some expert maneuvering, he managed to drop the elegant expensive garment at her feet.

Knowing how expensive it was, she went to retrieve it.

“Leave it.”

She stopped.

“Stand straight.  I want to look at you.”

She inhaled and straightened.  He was right, this was getting easier, especially the way he looked at her.  It made her feel beautiful.

His eyes went down her slowly and when he reached below her belly button he rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger smiling. She didn’t lie when she said she wasn’t wearing underwear.

“You are a vixen.”

“Do you like this?”

“Like? I
love
this.”  He came toward her and moved his hands down her back cupping her backside.  “I’d like you this way all the time.  I just know it’s not that comfortable.”

“Not in my line of work.”

He chuckled.  “I suppose not.”

“Lance this is unfair, I shouldn’t be the only naked one.”

“In a minute Miss Easler. I’m not done.” He answered with a hot look.

Her breath stilled again. “Are you going to blindfold me again?”

“No.  I want you to see what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

She felt her stomach flutter.  There’s no way she could keep the excitement out of her expression.

He unfastened her strapless bra and tossing it over his shoulder.

“Get on the bed.” He started taking off his jacket.

She sat down and went to remove her heels.

“No. Leave them on, Tam.”

“My heels?”

He nodded and pulled his tie off his neck. “I think you look as hot as hell, naked in heels. Those long legs—” He made a delicious sound in his mouth.

“Okay.” She smiled slowly setting her foot back down.

He walked up to her again.  “Undress me.”

Oh, how she wanted to do this!  She was dying to strip this man of his clothes.

She reached out and pulled his shirt out of his pants and started undoing the buttons one by one to reveal masculine perfection. Her hands ran down the front of him, then back up pushing the shirt of his shoulders.

Then her hands, more steady now went to the belt of his pants.  She managed to undo and slide his belt from around his waist without fumbling.  Then she undid the fastener of his pants.

She pulled them down his legs slowly while looking up at him.  His eyes watched her the entire time.

He kicked them aside.

She took a deep breath.  He had white briefs on this time and she could see every contour of his erection. He was impressive, and she should know.

“Slow darling,” he murmured.

Oh yes, she intended to.  She slips her fingers in the waistband and pulls the garment over his erection and down his thighs.  He kicked those aside as well.

Well, the rest of her went into instinct mode, fueled by desire.  Her fingers circled around him and he hissed through his teeth.  Her eyes went to his and he moved his hand around to the back of her head. Her tongue flicked out and tasted him. Salty. Not bad. He groaned.  She saw him close his eyes and tilt his head back God, what power! And from such a small gesture. She hesitantly moved her mouth over the tip and he reached out and gripped the post of the bed to steady himself. That made her braver. 

There was something extremely sexually intoxicating about bringing a man to his knees like this, especially a man like Lance.  The further she took him in his mouth, the more noises he made.

She found a rhythm, moving back and forth over his shaft and he watched her with scorching eyes. 

“Tam—enough!”

She pulled back and looked up at him.

“Jesus babe, I’m going to come, and I’m not ready to do that yet.”

She smiled and licked her lips.

He groaned and rolled his eyes.  “There’s nothing sexier that a beautiful naked woman in stilettos going down on me, but I want this to last.”  He reached down and gripped her arm pulling her up against him.

He kissed her hard, passionately, while moving her back onto his bed without releasing her.

He paused for a brief moment lifting his head and staring down at her.  Tammy couldn’t talk even if she wanted to.  His eyes were molten and seem to read her very soul and what passed between them was powerful.  God, he was so beautiful to her!

Nothing could explain the emotions she felt at that moment except that it was deeper than her love of anything in her entire life.  He framed her head in his hands bringing his full weight down on her.  He kissed her again, gently moving his mouth expertly over hers tantalizing her tongue with his own. She felt the familiar tightening and heat low in her pelvis.  It amazed her that he had such power over her, and at that moment, she didn’t care.  She wanted to be his, body and soul. 

She already knew she was ready for him, and so did he. He lifted, grasped her thigh and smoothed it over his hip before he entered her. He moved in a slow graceful rhythm making love to her.  His hands were caressing her, memorizing every contour of her body as he moved his hard form sensuously over hers.

It was slow, excruciatingly delicious, and heavenly.  He made her feel beautiful, precious and loved.

She clutched at him trying to get closer.  Her hands moved all over him. “More,” she breathed.

“As you wish,” he murmured against her mouth. He changed his rhythm.  It became faster, yet not enough to give her what she wanted. She wrapped her legs around his hips encouraging him.  He was prolonging her orgasm, prolonging the torture.  She tilted her head back, and gasped every time he moved.  God, he filled her with every thrust spiraling her higher and higher. The sensation was—cataclysmic.

“You’re killing me.” Oh lord!

“I know,” he breathed.  “Wait for it baby.”  He shifted, lifted his body, and planted his hands on either side of her head.

Now noises were pulled from both of them as he thrust harder, faster.

She felt that inferno building in her until it felt like she would catch fire.  She burst like a dam.

Lance shouted his own climax and collapsed on top of her breathing heavy.  Then he kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around him and responded fervently.

He finally moved off her, stretching out beside her while propping his head up on his elbow to watch her.

She turned toward him and he looked surprised.

“What?”

He lifted his hand and wiped tears away from her eyes. “You’re crying again.”

“I am, wow.”

“Now, I know I didn’t hurt you.  So tell me, Tammy,” he said softly. “Is this the same thing you wouldn’t talk to me about in the car? What’s going on?”

She stared at him. “There are just some things I can’t discuss.”

He thought about that for a moment, searching her gaze.

“Please don’t try and read me.”

He smiled and wiped another tear from her eye. “You think I can?”

“Yes.  More than anyone.”

He dropped his smile and took a deep breath and then let it out slowly as he took her state in.  His expression changed as his eyes went over her face. “Then, I won’t.” He bent his head and kissed her gently.

She moved her hand to his chest.  It was still wet with perspiration.  He shifted, slipped his arms around her and pulled her to him.  Gosh he did figure her out so well.  She really needed to be held and he gave it, no more questions asked.

CHAPTER FIVE

The next morning she awoke alone.  She sat up and glanced at the clock on his bedside table.  It was almost nine.  Lance never slept in and probably was doing his morning workout before breakfast, or already eating breakfast.  She moved her hand over his imprint in the mattress.  Cold.  He was gone for a while.  Oh, how she wished she could wake up in his arms one last time!  She threw the covers back and a flash of light sparked off the ring she wore.  Yes, she had to give this back.  She reluctantly pulled it off her finger, got up and walked down the hall to his bathroom and put it beside the sink.  Then she went to her own room to pack and get ready.  She left the evening dress hanging in the closet and the shoes.  She had no use for them at home and by rights, they belonged to him.  She didn’t know what he could do with them, but it just didn’t feel right taking them with her.

At nine thirty she made her way to the kitchen to see Vern and Lance sitting at the breakfast counter talking over a cup of coffee.  He was dressed immaculately in a grey suit, white shirt and matching tie.  His hair was neatly combed and he was clean shaven.

He stood smiling when he saw her. “You have twenty minutes to eat before we leave. Mavis?”

“I have her plate warm, right here.” It slid across the counter into her view followed by a mug that was probably filled with fresh coffee.

She returned his smile trying not to look as she felt on the inside. “I’m famished.”  She took a seat and Lance shifted to the one beside her sliding his coffee cup along the counter as he moved.  Even that little gesture thrilled her especially how handsome he looked this morning.  Nothing could beat getting attention from such a striking man.

“Luggage ma’am?” Vern asked.

“Oh, I left it by the elevator doors. I wasn’t sure where to put it.”

Vern nodded. “That’s fine.” He finished off his coffee in a single gulp.  Then he got up went to the kitchen to deposit his cup in the sink.  He left without a word most likely to retrieve her luggage.