Secret Moves (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 3)

by Charles, Miranda P.

  "Oh? What would you be demanding of me? That I be at your beck and call?" she teased.

  "That's got a nice ring to it."

  Kris laughed. "Well, I'm giving you fair warning that since you look like you're going to make me work hard, I expect double the effort from you when it comes to your dance lessons. Speaking of which...We should head off so we can start as soon as possible."

  He groaned, although curiously, the idea of dancing didn't hold the same level of distaste as it used to. Maybe it was all psychological, after all. "Okay, let's go."

  "Let me say goodbye to Sam first," Kris said.

  "What's she doing tonight?"

  "She's helping Ari pack for the move to Dylan's on Saturday," Kris responded as she walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Sam? Trey and I are going!"

  Sam came walking down the stairs. "Hi, Trey. Where are you taking my cousin tonight?"

  "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Sam. It has to be a secret in case you get panicky and turn up there to look for her. You'd cramp her style," he teased.

  "I'm going to trust you, Trey Andrews," Sam said, wagging a finger at him. "Make sure whomever she ends up with tonight is—"

  "Healthy. We know, we know," Kris said, her eyes twinkling. "You make me feel like a teenager, Sammy. Why are you so worried? You're not usually this bad."

  "Because when you had your two one-night stands in the past, they were with guys you'd carefully picked from a bunch of decent acquaintances. You've never done it before with a total stranger!"

  "Don't worry, please. Trey will look after me. Have fun with Ari tonight. Tell her I'll make it up to her by helping her tomorrow."

  "Yeah, don't worry about her, Sam. I'll make sure she ends up with the right man for the job," Trey said teasingly, curiously feeling privileged—or was it elated?—at the thought that Kris picked him when she seemed quite selective with sexual partners.

  *******

  "Wow, nice place you have here."

  "Thanks. Feel free to look around," Trey said as he watched Kris inspect his apartment. He was still feeling unsettled at the fact that he took her there. He had strict rules about whom he invited to his home. So strict, in fact, that apart from his sister, his grandmother, and his mother, no other female had stepped foot in his place since he bought it two years ago.

  When his mother had ooh'd and ahh'd over it when he first took her there, he'd made Rule Number One—his home was off-limits for his sexcapades.

  "Oh, Trey, this is just simply marvellous," his mum had said during her first visit. "I'll bet you'll have a hard time getting women to leave once you bring them here—what with your pretty face and that breathtaking view."

  The last thing he wanted was another gold-digger crashing through his door. The shock and embarrassment of being jilted at the altar by an angel-faced opportunist was enough to make him swear never to invest his emotions in another girl ever again. That was why his apartment was closed-off to women, apart from family, although he was now prepared to make exceptions for a handful of select friends, like his best friends' girlfriends.

  He rubbed his jaw with his hand. He guessed he considered Kris one of his select female friends, then. What else could have prompted him to invite her to his sanctuary? He usually had sex with girls in their homes or, at times, in hotels.

  But it didn't feel right to do that to Kris. Kane and Jasmine's place wasn't her house and a hotel just seemed too…seedy, even if it was five-star. Kris wasn't someone he'd just picked up at a club.

  "You know," Kris said as she stood gazing out the floor-to-ceiling glass window of his living room, "this is my favourite view in all Australia. There's something so soothing, yet vibrant about Sydney Harbour. I have a panoramic print of it hanging on my wall at home. When I'm stressed, I'll stare at it and pretend I'm on a Sydney holiday away from my problems."

  "Really? Well, right now you have the real thing," he said, his lips curling into a smile.

  She turned around to face him, her face incandescent with…happiness? Contentment? Peace?

  Whatever it was, it took his breath away.

  "Well, shall we start with your lessons, Mr. Andrews?" she asked, switching gears.

  "We just had dinner," he said in laughing protest. "Shouldn't we sit around for a few minutes first?"

  "You're not trying to get out of it, are you?" she asked sternly, hands on hips, although he could see she was trying to cover up a smile.

  "No! I'm still very much your keen and committed student."

  "Good. 'Cause if you're not, you know what will happen."

  "I know, I know. I, Trey Andrews, will have to dance solo with a hundred strangers watching and laughing at me."

  Kris shook her head in censure and stepped closer to him. "Seriously, Trey. You. Are. Not. That. Bad," she said, poking a finger at his chest. "It's just your ego, you know. You're probably just scared you won't look cool and that the women would get turned off by your dancing."

  "How did you know that? Did Dylan tell you?"

  Her eyes widened. "Really? I hit the nail on the head? Well, from experience, most people hate dancing because they don't want to look like fools. In reality, as long as you're having fun, no one really cares."

  "The truth is, I get more girls sitting on my ass than shaking it," he said.

  Kris narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh, I see." After a brief pause, she walked toward the lounge facing the view outside and sat there. "You're right, let's sit for a while. Give our tummies some time to digest our food, first."

  "Okay. I'll pour us some wine," he said, frowning.

  Kris' expression made him think he'd said something wrong.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Kris slumped on the sofa as Trey headed to his kitchen. She inhaled deeply before slowly letting it out, as she tried to make sense of her emotions.

  Why did it hurt when Trey so casually mentioned not wanting to dance because he got more girls just sitting around? She could see how that happened, too. The last time they were at a club, the redhead and another girl had approached him in a span of no more than thirty minutes since they'd arrived there.

  She tapped her foot, a habit she had when she wanted to distract herself from unwanted thoughts.

  Damn it. She was jealous.

  Damn it, damn it, damn it.

  Come fucking on, Kristen McCann. What were you expecting?

  She chewed her bottom lip and forced herself to pay attention to the vista—the one that always calmed her. Like Trey said, right now she was staring at the real thing and not some big picture on her bedroom wall.

  But her eyes couldn't focus. She stared unseeingly outside as her mind's eye pictured Trey getting chatted up by girls at the club just a few minutes' walk away from this apartment. Geez, how many women had he brought up here? Countless, she guessed.

  The thought was like ice water poured on her libido.

  She shook her head. She'd been so looking forward to tonight, but now she didn't know if she could go ahead with it. Sure, she could still take him through his dance lessons. She was a professional, after all. But sex? When she knew she'd just be one of the others?

  Oh, for heaven's sake, Kris. Why should that matter?

  Of course, she'd just be one of the girls. And Trey would just be one of the guys. Why limit herself to one fling partner? There was nothing stopping her from having more than one.

  Hah! If she was going to let her hair down, she might as well go all out. Trey would have other women. That was as sure as the sky was blue. No big deal, she would have other men after she finished with him. Things were really that simple. Right?

  "Hey, why the frown on that pretty face? I thought you said this view relaxes you." Trey sat next to her and handed her a glass of wine.

  She sighed and smiled at him. "You wouldn't want to know."

  "I asked, didn't I? Ergo, I would want to know," he said playfully, shifting in his seat to face her fully and brushing a strand of hair off her forehead. He'd done that
a few times now, and she liked it.

  She sipped her wine and regarded him intently. "I was just thinking of how many flings I could have while I'm here."

  Trey stared at her in complete bafflement. "Why?"

  She shrugged nonchalantly.

  "Wow," he said as he straightened in his seat and looked outside. He looked annoyed, maybe even insulted.

  "Hey, that came out totally wrong," she said apologetically. "The truth was I was just put out at the thought of you taking other women to your bed."

  As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she zipped it. Once again, her filter failed her. Heck, she didn't want Trey to know about her feelings. She was positive it would make him run for the hills.

  "Why were you put out?" he asked cautiously, as if he was afraid of the answer.

  Think, Kris. Think!

  "Well, I suppose it's similar to your fear of dancing in front of people," she answered after a pause. "I don't want to be embarrassed if I'm not as good as most of the girls you've slept with. Since I haven't been with a man for almost a year, I could be rusty and…not satisfy you. That would be a blow to my ego."

  Trey shook his head in disbelief, his mouth curving into that cute lopsided smile. "I want to make another bet," he said in a low, sexy voice.

  "What?"

  "I bet that you'd satisfy me just fine."

  Her breathing shallowed as that fire in her belly flared up again. Could he really set her alight that quickly?

  "What's the prize for the winner?" she asked.

  "The winner gets to choose the prize."

  "What would you want as a prize?" she asked curiously.

  "If I win, I want to be your sex slave—at your beck and call for three weeks—as long as you promise to call on my services at least every other day—if not every day," he said with a salacious grin.

  She laughed, her misgivings easing at the idea that filled her head. If she played this right, she could crowd out the other girls. She could be Trey's one and only—for three weeks.

  Ooh, bad idea, Kris. Knowing you, you're likely to fall head over heels. What if Trey didn't? You could end up with pieces of your heart scattered all over Sydney soil.

  She pushed away the unwelcome killjoy voice in her head. Three weeks was a long time. Who knew what might happen? She was prepared to plunge head-first, just like she always did with things she really wanted.

  Gosh, she was such an optimistic, romantic fool. But that was who she was, and she couldn't change now. If this turned out to be the wrong decision later on, she'd worry then. For the time being…

  She turned to Trey and held out her hand. "Deal."

  Trey let out a surprised laugh, as if he didn't really think she would take his teasing proposition seriously. "Deal," he said, gripping her hand tightly.

  She sat closer to him and slowly ran her fingers along his jaw and down to the first button of his shirt. "Since I really want to lose this bet, I better get started. I might need all night."

  "Do whatever you want," Trey said huskily.

  "Hmm. I think I can kill two birds with one stone," she said sultrily as she stood up in front of him. "Since I still need to give you dance lessons, I might as well show you some moves."

  She took a sip from her wine glass and put it down on the coffee table.

  "I need some music," she said, flicking her hair flirtatiously and walking to his entertainment centre. "Can I play us a song?"

  "Sure," Trey replied.

  She chose a slow, sexy tune and turned up the sound system. She swivelled to face him, and her breath caught in her throat. He was watching her, his eyes dark and heated.

  She took a deep breath and started moving seductively to the music, all the while twirling closer to where he was sitting. When she was in front of him, she slowly unbuttoned her top, her hips swaying provocatively.

  Trey's smoking eyes were glued to her, his mouth slightly agape as his chest heaved visibly.

  She flung her shirt to the sofa and let her hands roam on her thighs, belly, up the valley of her breasts, over her neck and her hair, all the while writhing sensuously to the beat.

  She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

  Trey shifted in his seat, the tip of his tongue poking out his mouth. She looked down at the pronounced bulge in his pants and bit her lip to keep from moaning. God, he looked just as aroused as she was.

  She stepped closer and proceeded to give him what she hoped was the best lap dance he'd ever had.

  "Ahhh, Kris," he hissed as she deliberately brushed his hardness with her bottom as she gyrated.

  After a couple of minutes of the most seductive dance she'd ever done for anyone, Trey's arms went around her tightly, keeping her trapped and seated on his lap. He nipped her shoulder hungrily as one of his burning hands roamed her belly and the other stroked her bare thigh.

  "You're so hot," he whispered as he unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. He flicked a nipple and his other hand strayed close to her soaked centre—caressing, teasing, driving her crazy with anticipation.

  "Trey," she gasped, her arm snaking around his neck as he kissed her face. She ground her ass against him, making him groan. In retaliation, his fingers snuck under her panties.

  "Oh, fuck. You're so wet," he breathed before capturing her mouth and kissing her senselessly.

  She gasped as he stroked her swollen nub while his other hand played with her nipple. "Ohhh!"

  She surrendered herself to his ministrations, her head angled to one side as his hot mouth kissed and lightly sucked her neck. Her breath came out in loud pants and she writhed on his lap, making him groan as she hit his hardness. When he inserted a finger in her wetness, she couldn't help the mewling sound that came out of her.

  Oh, she was so close. She was supposed to be the one doing the satisfying instead of the one being satisfied!

  She tried to get out of his lap, but it only made it easier for Trey to push her down the sofa. He kissed her, his lips and tongue seeming to want to be everywhere at once.

  When his mouth closed on a nipple, she let out another lusty moan.

  She reached for his belt as his mouth hungrily sucked on her hardened peaks. He helped her with his zipper. Seconds later he was naked from the waist down.

  The sight of his erection—hard, big, and jerking—made her moan out loud once again. It had been so long for her, and Trey made her burn like no other. She wanted him inside her. Now.

  "Trey, I need you," she cried softly as he slid her panties down her legs.

  "I know, baby. Same here," he whispered. He took off his shirt before reaching for his pants and pulling out a foil packet. She sat up and took it from him, wanting to do the honours.

  Oh, he looked so hot and she couldn't help herself. She reached down and licked the tip of his erection, tasting his pre-come, before closing her mouth on the head.

  "Oh, fuck. Kris!" Trey hissed through gritted teeth.

  Hmm. She liked his reaction, so she took more of him in her mouth, licking, sucking, and tugging him with her hand.

  "Oh, baby, enough. I want inside you now," he said in breathless gasps, pulling away from her.

  She gave him a cute pout before unrolling the condom on his impressive length. When he was sheathed, she found herself flat on her back, with him poised above her.

  Their eyes locked as she felt his cock on her waiting entrance. She slung a leg around his waist. With a groan, Trey flexed his hips.

  He moved slowly, driving into her inch by inch, his face a picture of barely held restraint.

  Her eager body adjusted to his size in no time, and greedily wanted more.

  "Trey, please," she moaned, need evident in her voice as she grabbed his ass to urge him to go deeper, faster.

  "Ahh…Kris," he said breathlessly, his thrusting increasing in speed.

  Mindlessly, their bodies moved with the same rhythm, their lips constantly seeking each other's as they rocked together.

  She
was almost delirious with pleasure, his movements bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

  "Oh, God, Trey," she keened, her body writhing underneath him. With a loud cry, she convulsed, her inner walls clamping his cock like a vise, over and over.

  In the midst of her stunning orgasm, she was distantly aware of Trey's harsh panting.

  "Oh, fuck…Kris…argh…arghh!"

  She held him close with her arms and legs as he emptied himself inside her.

  *

  After a long moment of quiet, Trey eased his body off her.

  "I'll be back," he whispered, before giving her a quick kiss and getting up.

  She followed him with her eyes as he disappeared to the bathroom, smiling contentedly.

  She sat up, looking around for a throw rug or a blanket. She didn't spot one, and settled for putting on her underwear and top.

  "You know, I do have a perfectly comfortable bed somewhere in this apartment," he said, as he returned. He looked ultra comfortable walking around naked. Lord, she could feast her eyes on that muscular body all night long. Well, maybe not just her eyes…

  "Yes, I did see it earlier. It looked very inviting too," she said with a sexy smile.

  "Well, you get to decide whether we go there next time."

  She grinned, biting her bottom lip sensuously. "So, you're at my beck and call for three weeks starting right now, huh?"

  "Yes. I'm well and truly satisfied." His smile confirmed his words as he sat down next to her.

  "You know what I don't understand?" she asked as she snuggled against him.

  He placed his arm around her shoulders. "What?"

  "How you can be so totally at ease with being naked yet be so self-conscious on the dance floor?"

  He chuckled. "I don't see a hundred pairs of eyes staring at me right now, do I?"

  "Also," she continued, "you move so well in bed—err, on the couch. I find it strange that you don't think you can dance."

  "Haven't I proven to you I can't?" he asked with a snicker.

  "No. All you've proven to me is that you, Trey Andrews, have a shy, self-conscious side. It's okay. I'm not done with you yet."