When he sensed her stare, he turned in her direction. The worried look melted and he gave her an indulgent smile, winking at her.
"I want you," he mouthed.
Instantly her chest ached, and her body grew warm with desire. She wanted to be alone with him. She wanted to touch him…needed to. Badly. This had grown serious. She moved her hand around the back of her neck, suddenly aware of herself in a thousand different ways, as if he had indeed touched her, everywhere. Watching him mouth those words made a hankering need inside her rise to the surface and demand action.
Shaun was waiting for her to respond.
She couldn't even bring herself to be glib. A few weeks ago she would have rolled her eyes or chastised him. This time she didn't. This time she nodded, blinking slowly. He watched her, and they silently locked eyes across the workshop. It seemed as if the people sitting around them—hammering away on keyboards—just slipped away and there was only the two of them in the whole wide world, bound by an invisible force, but with a huge distance still between them to surmount.
* * * *
"By the way, there's something I think you should know," Kate told Tina, later that evening. "Shaun will be leaving our little weekend soirees soon."
They were alone in the kitchen, chatting and organizing some refreshments for the group. Tina tried to hold her wine glass steady and not react. It was hard. Shaun was going away? It was totally out of the blue. She raced back over their recent times together in her mind, but he hadn't even hinted. She swallowed some wine, gulping air down with it. The news hit her hard, like an unexpected punch to the chest. Denial, a sense of loss and disbelief swamped her. She'd felt…well, she'd felt as if the obstacles between them were being melted away, that they'd somehow grown close, close enough to know each other, to understand this strange, compelling thing between them. And yet he was going away, and he hadn't said?
Should have known, she chastised herself. Taking another swig of her wine, she swallowed down the denial. It was what she had expected from him, at the outset. The fact that they had grown a little bit closer didn't change the fact that it was just a game to him. He had the ability to walk away whenever he chose. As far as he was concerned, he'd won. Yes, he was reaping the rewards while they were still attending the games weekends together, but she had always suspected he would get bored with that. Maybe he'd always known a natural end would come of it, when he left.
Kate awaited her response. Tina realized that her friend was watching her reactions very closely indeed. It was as if her friend was trying to gauge just how involved they had become.
"Is he really?" Tina spoke as nonchalantly as she could then turned to move some stuff around on a tray, averting her eyes from her knowing friend.
"He's going to Zurich for three months. He's been seconded to a partner company. We'll miss his presence at the games weekends, won't we?" Kate walked around to the other side of the table facing Tina across it. "He added some excitement." She wore her most naughty and insinuating smile, when she said that.
Tina nodded, thoughtfully, unable to return Kate's smile, her heart racing erratically. "Yes, he did."
Three months. Not forever, but it would be just about long enough to put a gap between them, to end what was taking root. Was that his intention? Despite her vow to be objective, she never would have guessed, not by the way he looked at her over the last few weekends they'd spent together, the way he was with her—especially today. A sudden doubt hit her. She shot a glance at her friend. "Were you supposed to tell me that?"
Kate shook her head. "Nope. Ray doesn't even know that I found out, so don't breathe a word on the subject." Kate expression had lost its mysterious look and grown somewhat more serious. "This is just between you and me. My guess is he'll tell you himself, and soon. But I thought you'd rather know in advance. Better to be prepared."
Kate was arming her with secret knowledge, information that would help her. "Thanks," she whispered, although she was only sure she was grateful, given the way she felt inside. There was a horrible ache lodged in her chest, one that she wished she could banish.
"You know, you two would make a really wild couple," Kate mused.
Tina shot her old pal a disbelieving glance. On the back of the recent revelation, it was the last thing she expected her friend to say.
Catching Tina's expression, Kate laughed. "Don't look so worried. He's hooked. I can see that by the way he looks at you. He's obviously not sure how to deal with it, poor lamb." She chuckled again. "Apparently Shaun's never done ‘serious' when it comes to relationships. I asked Ray. You've turned him, Tina, that's half the battle."
"There's no point in being ahead halfway through the battle if the enemy is about to leave the field," Tina commented with barely withheld sarcasm. If it was true, did it make any difference?
"Do you want him?" Kate asked, in all seriousness. "I mean really want him."
"I tried not to," Tina whispered.
"I know you did." Kate stepped closer and put her arm around Tina's shoulders. She gave her a big squeeze.
For a moment Tina let the comfort soothe the sense of loss and confusion that was building inside her.
"You two are a really good match," Kate added. "Maybe the distance will give him time to reflect on that and it'll do him good."
Wistful thoughts flitted through Tina's mind. When she lifted her head and met Kate's gaze, she could see that the mischievous twinkle had come back into her friend's eyes. Did Kate really think there was hope?
"This is Shaun we're talking about," Tina responded with a sigh. He was more likely to use his time away to find some other game, some other challenge.
"You've still got time," Kay encouraged. "Use it to your advantage. I would put money on Shaun being about to throw in the towel in and get serious about you." She lifted her hands in a dramatic gesture, her eyes rounding. "He's hooked, darling, reel him in!"
The idea of any woman being able to "reel in" a man like Shaun made Tina laugh aloud, and that broke apart the growing sense of melancholy that threatened to spoil her weekend. She lifted and settled the tray of drinks in her hands before she replied. "He may never get serious, about me or anyone."
"Some version thereof, perhaps." Kate winked.
Tina gave a breathless laugh and shook her head at her friend as she carried the tray out of the kitchen. If Kate believed it, perhaps she could believe in it too. If nothing else, taking action would get her through saying goodbye without making a blubbering fool of herself. She had to figure out the best way to handle it, and quickly.
She loved the man. She felt shaky, but deep inside she knew she had to be strong. Grand statements and emotional claims wouldn't work with him. Time was short, but if she knew him at all, this meant she would have to play the game even more cleverly.
Chapter Five
Shaun was ready for her, oh so ready for her. This day had seemed much longer than usual, and he was much less interested in gaming than being with her. Why was it suddenly so important that they not waste a moment? They'd already locked their bodies in passion once earlier that day, creeping off together for some fierce and frantic contact. She'd been horny as hell and told him she needed him to be rock hard inside her, right then. He had, oh how he had. She'd been vixen-like, demanding, scratching his skin possessively when she came.
As soon as it was over, he wanted to be with her again.
It had to be because he was going away. It startled him, and it was hard to admit, but he was going to miss her most of all. That seemed to make every moment of the day drag. Even when she wasn't around he had the ludicrous urge to know where she was and who she was talking to. He could study her forever, watching the way she moved and her mannerisms. Something about the way she wrapped her hand around the back of her neck made him want to hold her. Did she even need a man to hold her? She was strong. Feminine, but strong with it. It was that strength and determination that he admired from the outset.
Eventually the after
-dinner drinks were wrapped up and he headed off to bed hoping she would follow. Five minutes passed before she did. He counted them on his watch. Then she knocked at the door and when he opened it she reached for his belt, drawing him along the corridor and into her room by tugging at the key chain at his belt—how could he not love that?
He stood by the bed watching as she shed her clothes for the night. As he observed her undressing, he realized he'd like to see that every night. He wanted to put her on a pedestal and worship her. Instead, he reached down and pulled out the box he'd hidden under her bed earlier that evening.
"I've got something for you." He offered her the box.
"How lovely." She lay back over the pillows, her breasts jutting at him provocatively. He noticed that she was more gathered and calm than earlier. A fire burned in her eyes though, and a secret smile lingered on her mouth as she watched him with the box.
He removed the lid and lifted the layers of tissue paper back. Hoping that she would like them, he watched her expression as he slid one boot out of the tissue, watching her eyes light. The thought of being between her legs while she was wearing the long black PVC boots affected him in the most direct way, in fact the image of being locked between those deliciously long legs encased in such decadence had haunted him. He was already hard when he pulled out the second boot. He wanted to feel the bite of them on his hips when he fucked her again, and—from the look in her eyes--she knew it.
She smiled as she gazed down at the sexy PVC boots. "They're gorgeous."
"I'm glad you like them. Do you want try them on?"
"Oh yes, I want to wear them. Right now."
The look in her eyes assured him she was as turned on by this as he was. He held one boot out to her.
She took the boot and pulled it on, slowly drawing up the zipper that ran along the inside of the leg, right to her mid thigh As she donned the item, he was treated to the most memorable of images. Regal and yet profoundly sensual, she twisted her thigh slowly from side to side, watching the light glint over the PVC surface, and then she held out her hand for its partner. He passed it to her. Fire ran in his blood.
She smiled.
Tension gathered in his spine. Why did he feel as if she had the upper hand here? She knew about the boots, he'd promised he'd get her some weeks before. Yet he hadn't expected her to be quite so self-assured at this moment. There was a simmering aura about her that struck him anew. Her lush sensuality was only emphasized by the sexy boots, perhaps that was it. Her eyes sparkled with secret knowledge, and he wanted desperately to know what was on her mind. In the beginning, winning her was the main goal. Now he wanted to know what was going on in her thoughts.
Boots on, she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, her hands smoothing over the softly, rigid lines of the PVC around her knees and thighs. He watched avidly as her fingers trailed on into the damp heat of her pussy. That was some invitation, and the challenging look in her eyes was something he could not resist.
He stood up, his body taut with need as he stripped off. He wanted to feel the tight grip of her body on his as he drove his cock inside her. The added bonus of having her PVC clad legs locked around his hips had its own call on him.
Finally, he was undressed and had located a condom packet. He threw it on the bed and then mounted it, moving between her ankles.
"No," she said when he got close, and nudged his body back with her booted toe.
"No?" Whatever did she mean?
She reached over and clutched at him, and when she did so she was radiant with feminine power.
He was shocked by her actions, so shocked that in a flash she'd taken charge of proceedings, rolled him onto the bed and had him over on his back. She straddled him and held his arms pinned down with vice-like hands.
This was an interesting turn of events, he realized. Thrusting his hips up beneath her as she straddled him, he narrowed his eyes at her.
"What, you want to play mistress?" he challenged.
"You bring me mistress boots, what do you expect?" Her slender eyebrows arched and she gave him the most provocative look.
"You've got me there." He hadn't thought of that angle, he just wanted to see how hot she'd look. The idea intrigued him though, so he smiled and nodded. He wanted to see what she made of the role.
She stroked his sheathed cock with her hand, staring down at it admiringly as she did so. That made his balls throb. He liked to pace himself—prided himself on being able to--but right now all he could think of was coming inside her while she was sitting on him.
The warm softness of her inner thighs contrasted sharply with the smooth, cool PVC he felt at his hips and thighs. Arching against the bed, the tension at the base of his spine increased by the moment.
"Good," she whispered, "I'm glad I've ‘got you there.' But I'd like to be sure."
Sure? What did she mean?
She bent over him and he reached for her breasts, eager to cup them from beneath, but she pushed his hands away and held them flat to the bed. Holding his gaze, she moved her breasts up and down against his chest, tantalizing him.
"You're driving me crazy," he blurted. Not being able to touch her was so frustrating.
"Poor Shaun. Not so easy now I'm in charge, huh?" Humor lifted through her expression.
"It's never easy with you."
"That's quite a confession," she teased, "but isn't that why you like it and keep coming back for more?"
Once again, she'd startled him. And now she had her breasts flattened against him and the hard nubs of her erect nipples were making his situation even worse.
"You got me there," he managed to reply. Now please sit on me.
She kissed him, stroking her tongue against his. The damp heat of her mouth focused him, and then her hands moved. When she broke the kiss he saw that she was pulling something from beneath her pillow—a set of handcuffs. Before he had a chance to comment, she snatched at his hands and fastened his wrists to the wrought-iron headboard.
"Fuck." He gave a hoarse laugh, genuinely surprised. Yes, she did this to him, met him, matched him—shocked him, too. With an admiring glance, he nodded at her. "Interesting move."
"Isn't it? And that's just for starters." She rested over his hips, pressing his erection between the softness of her thighs.
The sensation was maddening. His cock pounded, and his hips were moving of their own accord, thrusting against her even though she hadn't taken him inside yet. He tried to free his wrists.
"Beg," she demanded, moving her thighs against the hardness of his shaft, tantalizingly.
Shaun groaned and closed his eyes, his wrists jerking against their enclosure. "I'll break the bed."
He looked up at his tethered wrists, jerked the metal in a mock attempt to threaten her. Need for her was making him senseless.
She ran a hand over his chest, cooing gently. Oddly, it soothed his soul. She seemed able to second-guess him and recognize his needs now. How had he not noticed that happening?
"Hush now...and tell me what you want. Tell me, Shaun."
Relief washed over him. "You...I want you, please."
He just about managed to keep his tone controlled, but his emotions were hardly in check. She'd unlatched him from his anchors, set him adrift. He was entirely at the mercy of her wants and her will, and that didn't lay easy with the fact he was totally wired with the kind of sexual tension that demanded action.
"Well, let's see now." She shifted back and grasped his cock firmly, stunning him and knocking the breath from his lungs. "Like this?"
"Inside you." He breathed the words through gritted teeth. His cock was rigid, pounding. A burning sensation had set in at the base of his spine. His balls were riding high, primed for release.
She tore open the condom packet, but the touch of her fingers rolling the rubber onto his cock made his frustration worse. His vision blurred.
She watched him closely, as if gauging his distress, waited another few moments and then laughed softly b
efore she climbed over him. When she finally plunged down on his length, taking him to the hilt, Shaun cursed with relief. The slick grip of her cunt on his distended cock made him pull hard against the cuffs that held his wrists.
At last. And she looked like a goddess. The boots were just as outrageously sexy as he thought they might be, pressing against his body, trapping his thighs, taunting his need to dominate her. He waited for her to rise and sink on his erection, to ride him and use him, but when she had him lodged deep and hard inside she settled and paused. Turning her attention to her breasts, her fingers kneaded and stroked her hard nipples, her legs locking in against him as she moaned with pleasure.
His cock throbbed and jerked inside her hot cunt—longing for action—but she stayed still from the waist down, not moving her hips. This would drive him insane, it was sheer torture. "Tina?"
"What is it that you want from me, hmm?" The dreamy expression on her face informed him that she was enjoying his cock as it was.
She clamped harder still on his length, and moaned loudly. She had him right where she wanted him that much was obvious. It felt damned good, but it wasn't enough. His cock was throbbing. Surely she intended to move?
He swore under his breath, shaking his head. "Insanity is fast becoming a possibility here."
"Then get on with it, tell me what you want," she encouraged, smiling decadently.
"You're such a tease." He looked up at her through narrowed eyes. "Please, Tina."
"Please what?"
"Please...move," he demanded, and reacted physically. His hips shunted up from the bed, lifting them both as he pushed at her urgently.
She parried his thrusts, watching his desperation with obvious pleasure.
"Please...God damn it, Tina, I want you so badly." His request came out through gritted teeth. He was so desperate he could feel sweat on his forehead.
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