Wicked Intentions

by Linda Verji

  In her four inch heels she was almost the same height as he was and she only had to rise slightly so she could speak into his ear. He cocked his head as she asked, “What are you doing here?”

  He turned his head and returned, “What are you doing here?” He pulled back to watch her.

  “I was…” Her words tapered off into silence as she realized how inappropriate it must look for her to be partying it up when she hadn’t even paid him his money.

  “Having a little fun?” he mimed.

  This is awkward.

  Nathan’s grip on her waist tightened as she rose up on tiptoes again. “Um…you know a few friends wanted to come here and…”

  Shakira’s brain cells scrambled for a viable excuse but couldn’t come up with one. A gentleman would’ve tried to save her from herself. Nathan didn’t. He simply watched her with a cocked his eyebrow in question, waiting for her to dig herself either out or deeper into the hole she’d crawled into.

  She lowered herself back to the floor, a sheepish expression crossing her face. He leaned forward towards her ear. “You look beautiful.”His words were accompanied by a slight brush of his lips against her ear that immediately set her pulse pounding.

  When he straightened up and looked down at her, Shakira mimed through dry lips, “Thank you.” His response was another smile that had her nerves purring. As if he knew, the hand on her waist stroked her slightly.

  She rose on her toes, “Are you the one who called me here?”

  He shook his head.

  Then who had? Forcing Nathan intoxicating presence to the back burner, she turned her gaze back to the club. He drew her attention by saying in her ear, “Can I buy you a drink while you wait?”

  She shook her head as she mimed, “I don’t drink.”

  His eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline. Yes, she knew it was strange. However while on ‘tour’ with Eve, Shakira had seen too many people – including her mother – do stupid things because of alcohol. It’d cured her of any need to experiment.

  “Water then?” Nathan asked. She nodded.

  The both turned back towards the bar while Nathan sidled beside her. Shakira was intensely aware of his possessive hold still around her waist and the brush of his body against hers. It was innocent enough but her body wasn’t acting in the least bit innocent.

  Heat zipped its way up and down her body pooling at the base of her stomach, the fabric of her dress pricked against her aroused nipples and her pussy contracted hungrily each time his fingers grazed her back.

  Shakira would’ve liked to say that her reaction was because of her prolonged and forced abstinence. But that would be lying. She and London had come in here with London’s four male band-mates and none of them had inspired any sort of sexual awareness – and it wasn’t for lack of trying. In fact when the DJ had called her name she’d been relieved at the respite from the onslaught of salacious offers.

  This was all Nathan.

  There was just something about the man that had her body humming and aching for a long and erotic toss between the sheets.

  When the bartender handed her the water, Shakira turned back towards the club to watch for whoever it was who’d called her here determined to ignore Nathan and her body’s reaction to him. She didn’t succeed. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, watching and measuring as he accepted a shot from the bartender.

  She snuck a glance at him just as he tipped the shot to his mouth. His lips were mesmerizing as was the pulsing movement of his throat as he swallowed the drink. The moment he caught her looking, she shifted her eyes away just in time to see London closely trailed by Enzo pushing her way past the crowd.

  The black thigh-length dress that clung to London’s petite frame should’ve been sedate but when had her friend ever been sedate? She’d cut a narrow oval into the fabric that started between her breasts and stopped just above the v of her thighs. She’d complimented the dress with striking purple heels to match the multicolored highlights in her hair. It was no wonder men’s eyes – and some women’s- followed the pint-sized femme fatale. Enzo kept a possessive arm around her shoulder and threw them ‘keep off’ looks.

  Enzo dwarfed London by almost a foot. With his wiry beanpole build, shock of midnight hair, pale features and penchant for black clothes, Shakira wasn’t surprised that he’d auditioned for Edward’s part in the Broadway version of Twilight – and almost made it. It was too bad he had a mega-crush on London because London was no Bella and thought of him as only a friend.

  London’s eyes widened the closer she got, swinging between Shakira and Nathan. She sidled closer to Shakira with a smile as she commented, “I see you found him.”

  “No.” Shakira shook her head. “He’s not the one who called me.”

  London bumped her shoulder and motioned with her eyes towards Nathan. The message was clear. Introduce me. Shakira leant closer to Nathan as she introduced him to London and Enzo.

  While Nathan ordered drinks for the new comers, London’s gaze dropped to Nathan’s hand on Shakira’s waist. Her eyes lit up with mischief as her mouth widened into an ‘oh’. Shakira rolled her eyes. She probably should’ve chucked Nathan’s hand away, but she didn’t want to. Her body was enjoying the slight touch too much.

  After a couple of minutes later, the group gave up on the wait for whoever had called Shakira. To Shakira’s surprise, Nathan followed them as they made their way back to the rest of their company. She thought for sure he’d be uncomfortable – what with him being a celebrity and London’s band-mates being unabashed Goths – but strangely he fit right in.

  At first wariness oozed off the other four men at the table, but when Nathan mentioned that he’d heard them play at a local bar and loved their music, the hostility melted like ice on a warm summer day. Soon they were even pushing their mixes on him and trying to get him to include them in his Extreme Expressions roster. Shakira tried to subtly nudge London to stop the pimping but her friend was in her groove and Nathan’s little kiss on her ear and whispered ‘it’s okay’ was enough to replace her embarrassment with tingles of awareness.

  “He’s cool,” London announced when they went to the ladies’ room to freshen up.

  “He is, isn’t he?”Shakira agreed as she stroked her eyelashes with her mascara brush.

  “And he liiiiiikes you.”

  “No, he doesn’t.”

  London cut her eyes at her through the mirror. “Did you see how he couldn’t keep his eyes – or his hands – off you? The man has fallen. This is your chance.”

  “Chance for what?”

  “To break your prison virginity.” London resumed combing her hair and patting it. “I saw his dick. One night with that weapon and you’ll be back to fighting shape.”

  Shakira paused in her action, holding the mascara brush slightly away from her eye, as she asked, “You were checking out his dick.”

  “I always check out dicks,” London returned evenly. “He’s the perfect guy to sweep your cobwebs.”

  “I can’t have a…” Shakira’s words trailed off when she heard the flush of the loo behind them. She waited for the tall blonde who exited it to leave the room before she finished her sentence. “I can’t have a relationship. I just left one.”

  “Who said anything about a relationship?” London asked. “I’m talking one night of sweaty, sweaty bang-bang and then it’s adios amigos.”

  “A one night stand?”Shakira tested the phrase on her tongue just to see if she understood what London was suggesting.

  “Why not?”London shrugged. “You like him too.” Shakira opened her mouth to protest but London stopped her before she could. “I know you.”

  “I don’t do one-night stands.”

  “I know being a good girl has always been your thing,” London said as she turned to face Shakira completely. “But you just spent all this time in jail despite the fact that you were good – in fact tonight you could’ve been in prison. Why don’t you try being a little bad for
just one night and see how it works?”

  “That doesn’t make sense.”

  “It will when you think about it later,” London assured her.

  As soon as they got back to the table, Enzo dragged London off to the dance-floor. Nathan shifted closer to Shakira, “Would you like to dance?”

  Why not?

  Shakira accepted the hand he offered her and rose to her feet. He guided her to the middle of the floor then stood opposite her. It was only when he started dancing that Shakira realized her error in judgment. The guy was a choreographer while she was the quintessential ‘black-girl-that-can’t-dance’. The only moves she knew were a few side to side sway of her hips that she wasn’t even sure were in rhythm with the reggae tunes blasting above and around them.

  Fortunately Nathan wasn’t a show-off and kept his sways smooth and mimicking hers. He smiled at her silently assuring her that she was doing okay. Shakira couldn’t help returning the smile. A sudden jostle behind her, sent her stumbling towards him. Nathan caught her adeptly just as her breasts met the hard planes of his chest. The muscles of his upper arms bunched up under her fingers sensuously. Flames that’d petered out into a low fire in the bottom of her belly flared up and licked against her nerves.

  Shakira should’ve pulled away from him – especially when the band of his arms around her waist tightened – but she didn’t. She liked the feel of his body against hers and wanted to stay in his arms just a moment longer.

  Why not?

  His eyebrows arched in question when she shifted closer, slid her fingers up his arms and wound her arms around his neck. She shyly tucked her head against his shoulder. Her nose flared as she absorbed the masculine scent that clung to him. They were close enough that each sinuous shift of his chest and thighs against hers were like electric sparks agitating her body.

  Did he feel it too?

  The slight arousal building with every smooth sway?

  She was too nervous to look into his eyes and find out for herself. He answered her question himself. His hand lowered from its position high up on her back to the base of her spine then he pressed her closer to him. She took in a sharp breath when she felt the unmistakable evidence of his arousal press into her stomach. Unbidden, her gaze dashed up to meet his.

  Hooded eyes stared back at her. He didn’t say anything, but it was all in the heated look he gave her and the erect cock still pushing against her tummy. She knew what was coming when he tipped her chin up and then started to lower his head.

  Why not?

  “Shakira.” His breath whispered against her lips before his mouth claimed hers.

  CHAPTER 6

  This was going much better than he’d expected.

  He had her right where he wanted.

  The music, lights and people all disappeared in the heat of their kiss. His lips teased hers, suckling her lush lower and upper lip. Shakira opened her mouth in a breath and Nathan took advantage deepening the kiss even further.

  Who would’ve known that she’d taste this sweet? She was a delicate balance between femininity, shyness and freshness. He tightened his arms around her body pulling her closer and almost groaned at the delicious fit of her curves against his length. Everything about her was right; her lips were just the right measure of lush to keep him dipping his head for more tastes of them. She was just the right height that he didn’t have to bend to far to get his fill of her and her body fit just right against his.

  She felt right.

  It was too bad that she was so wrong.

  His tongue swept into her mouth tangling with hers in an erotic dance. Shakira was so responsive. Her grip on his hoodie tightened as she arched her body even deeper into his and subtly rubbed his dick with her tummy.

  Is she faking it? Maybe what he thought was her response to his kiss was just her trying to drag him deeper into her web of deceit. He already knew that she was playing him just as he was playing her. Her responsiveness was likely a part of the act. The thought was enough to get Nathan slanting his lips harder against hers. Nobody faked it with him.

  He slid his hand lower down her body until it lay on her ass.

  It felt just as good as it looked. Even if he’d wanted to, he doubted he could’ve stopped himself from squeezing her firm flesh. Shakira’s simper of response whizzed directly to his cock and he hardened even further against her. He slid his other hand over her hair, tilting her head upwards so he could get some more of her sweet taste.

  This was supposed to be business but it felt a lot like pleasure.

  Her hand rose between them and slid to his nape. Her touch sizzled over his skin, sending bolts of desire through his body. Her breasts teased against his chest begging for his attention. At this rate they’d soon be fucking on the dance floor for everyone to see.

  He dragged his mouth away from hers.

  Eyes still closed Shakira rose on her tiptoes in search of his lips again. He offered only a small peck on the lips before drawing back again. When she opened her eyes they were shadowed with desire. Nathan internally crowed with pride. Even the most practiced prostitute couldn’t fake that look.

  In the shadowy ambience of the club she was bewitching. Her eyes were dark pools of amber that drew and held him captive. Her lush lips were just the slightest bit open taunting him with all the ways he could use them tonight.

  He bent his head and said in her ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

  Her eyes flew to his face and she stiffened in his arms. The uncertainty in her eyes was clear and it looked like she might refuse. Nathan couldn’t let that happen, not if he wanted his plan to work. He bent his head and swooped down for another fiery kiss. She was a bit hesitant, but as expected fell into his thrall soon enough.

  This time when he pulled back she nodded.

  Her palm was soft against his as he led her back to their table. He pretended not to notice the subtle thumbs up London gave Shakira when she informed them that she was leaving with him, but it started a bitter taste in his mouth. Shakira was playing him and even her friends knew it.

  We’ll see who’s playing who.

  The freezing air bit into his face the moment they stepped out of the club. Shakira trembled slightly beside him, rubbing her arms in swift up and down motions.

  “You’re cold.” It wasn’t a question. His next action was automatic. It was only once he removed his hoodie and handed it to her that he realized what he’d just done.

  Damn! He cussed underneath his breath. He wasn’t supposed to feel protective of her. The handing of the hoodie should’ve been strategic not protective.

  “Thank you.” Her voice was soft as she snuck a sideways glance at him.

  He forced himself to smile and snaked an arm around her waist drawing her closer to the side of his body. Her soft warmth melted into his own prickling at his hardened heart. There was just something about this woman that made it so easy to blur the lines between reality and fantasy.

  Her subtle jasmine scent tickled his senses as they walked to his car, awakening his smoldering desire as did the brush of her body against his with every step. Nathan couldn’t help himself. The moment they got to the black Bugatti, he turned her and dipped in for a kiss.

  She met his lips like she’d been waiting for it. His tongue swept over her lower lip, then slipped into her mouth and touched hers. The tangle of their tongues and press of their bodies against each other was as elemental as it was powerful. It awoke his hunger for more than she was offering.

  He moved his hand between them to cup her tit. She fit perfectly in his palm. Was everything about this woman perfect? The strategist in him roared in frustration while the man in him crowed in satisfaction. She arched into him when he squeezed the tempting flesh.

  “You like that?” He molded and tweaked the tip of her nipple earning himself a furtive nod. It was only then that he realized that Shakira was the silent type of lover. He liked his women to scream their passion and tonight he was going to make her scream if it
killed him.

  She wound her arms around his neck pressing her breasts harder against his hand, her thighs against his and her tummy against his dick. Nathan traced the lines of her back smoothly as he slid his other hand lower down until he was cupping her ass.

  He caught her rushed breath in his mouth, enjoying her response as well as the pert flesh in his hands. A slight lift and her pussy was perfectly aligned with his cock. His grind into her wasn’t even subtle. Neither was her lifting her leg and curling it over his. They needed to get a room.

  When he released her abruptly, her breathing was as uneven as the pace of his heart was. “Come on let’s go home.”

  Neither of them spoke on the way which Nathan was grateful for. He appreciated a woman who didn’t need to fill silence with empty chatter. The silence allowed him to get his head back in the game – or as back in the game as it could get considering how hard he was. Was she as turned on as he was? He snuck a glance towards her but she was staring out the window.

  With it being so late, traffic was thin. However by the time Nathan pulled up in front of the building that marked his –her - apartment, the heat between them had cooled significantly and Shakira was looking decidedly green at the gills.

  “Are you okay?” he asked as he reached across the seat. She jumped slightly at his touch on her wrist throwing him a wide-eyed look.

  She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

  That was not the look of a woman who wanted a man between her thighs. Loathe as he was to give Shakira any leeway to escape his net, he didn’t want to force her either. If she was coming into his bed, he wanted her willing and wet for him. “You don’t look like you’re okay. We don’t have to do this.”

  “I-”She cleared her throat. “I do. I’ve just never done this before.”

  Nathan’s eyebrows almost receded into his eye sockets. She had to be kidding him. That was the lamest excuse he’d ever had. Hadn’t she just killed her boyfriend? He tested her excuse on his tongue just to confirm that he had it right. “You’re a virgin?”

  The look she gave him would’ve shrunk the Hulk. “No. Of course not. I’ve just never had a one-night stand before.”