“Foreplay’s to get you in the mood. I’ve been in the mood since about twelve p.m. Sunday.”
His laughter at her echo of his own words came to an abrupt halt as she shifted in the seat and lowered her head. “Really, Faith, what’s got into you? I—oh!” He caught his breath as she closed her mouth around him, and his hands curled into fists as he braced himself against the dashboard. “That’s really not a good idea.”
She ignored him and continued to caress him with her lips and tongue. She stroked him with her hand and took him deeper and deeper inside until she was nearly swallowing him whole, and it was too much for him to bear. Keyed up, extremely turned on by her forcefulness, he gave in, and in less than a minute, came in her mouth. He tipped his head back on his seat, and his left hand slipped into her hair and cupped her head as she murmured her pleasure.
When he’d finished, she licked him slowly from base to tip as if he were a melting ice lolly and kindly tucked him back in his boxers before she pushed herself up to look at him. He’d been staring at the roof of the car, but now lowered his head to look at her.
She burst out laughing and kissed his cheek. “You should see the look on your face.”
“Well, it’s hardly surprising. You’re turning into a regular little harlot.”
“Hmm, and whose fault’s that?” Lifting herself up, before he could stop her, she moved across him and straddled him in the driver’s seat, squishing herself between him and the steering wheel.
“Faith…”
“What?” She rubbed her breasts against him and nibbled his ear. “It’s all down to you, Rusty. You drive me crazy, you know that?”
He rested his hands on her waist, sighing. Her body was soft and pliant, and she smelled wonderful. He didn’t know what had gotten into her, but he wished they could bottle it—he’d make a fortune.
A sharp knock on the window made them both jump violently.
Rusty saw the police officer’s uniform and sighed. He should have known that was going to happen.
“Fuck!” Faith lifted herself up onto the steering wheel and promptly sat on the horn, making all three of them jump. She panicked and fell into the passenger seat in a most ungainly fashion.
Laughing as he zipped up his pants, Rusty pressed the button to lower the window. “Evening, officer.”
The police officer leaned on the windowsill and surveyed the inhabitants of the car with a raised eyebrow. “Good evening, sir. Evening, miss.”
“Er, hi.” Faith had turned completely scarlet.
Rusty looked back at the police officer, who was trying very hard not to laugh. Rusty winked, encouraging the deception a bit longer.
“I was expecting a couple of seventeen-year-olds, judging by the steamed-up windows,” said the officer.
“It’s her fault,” said Rusty. “Couldn’t keep her hands off me.” He heard Faith’s gasp and bit his lip.
“There are more appropriate places to carry out an assignation,” the officer said to Faith.
“I know, I’m so sorry, officer. It won’t happen again.” She was absolutely mortified.
Rusty couldn’t torture her any longer and laughed, patting her on the knee. “It’s all right, love, Andy’s a friend. He’s just teasing.” Andy winked in reply.
Her eyes widened, and she glared at them both, making them laugh. Andy passed Rusty the brown envelope he’d been holding. “I can see you’ll put them to good use,” he said, glancing back at Faith with amusement.
Grinning, Rusty put the envelope in the space between him and Faith. He nodded at Andy. “Cheers, mate.”
“Take it easy. Nice to have met you.” He nodded at Faith.
“I can’t say the feeling’s mutual,” she said, but smiled anyway as he winked and walked off.
Rusty turned the key in the ignition and started the car. “Don’t glare at me like that.”
“That was very mean.” She looked at the brown envelope. “What did he bring you?”
“Have a look.” He reversed the car out, put it into drive and headed for her house, glancing across as she lifted up the flap of the envelope. Her eyes widened again and she looked up at him, cheeks flaming as she removed the contents. It was a pair of handcuffs. He winked. “Real ones.”
“Oh my God.” She stared at him. “And the officer…he’s going to know…”
“Yes, Faith. Now I’m not the only one who knows what a hussy you are.” He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers.
She went quiet for a while, and he wondered if he’d overstepped the mark. As he pulled up outside her house and turned off the engine, he took her hand again. “You okay? I’m sorry I teased you. I shouldn’t have done that.”
She gave him a happy grin. “Sweetheart, I’d just gone down on you in a public place. I deserved everything I got.” She gave him a warning glance. “You’re not to blame for everything I do, you know. I do have a mind of my own.”
“You still want to go ahead with tonight?”
“Absolutely. Why on earth wouldn’t I?” When he didn’t say anything, she leaned over and kissed him. “You are so sweet sometimes. Come on.” She picked up the brown envelope and got out of the car.
He followed her inside the house, where she took his hand and led him into her bedroom. He’d seen inside once before, when he’d carried a suitcase through for her, but this was the first time he’d had a good look around. The room was bright, full of colour, with spiral mobiles turning in the breeze as she opened the sliding door to the garden, and a double bed covered in a deep purple duvet. He noticed the headboard was made of slats of wood and smiled. Perfect for handcuffs.
“Do you want a drink?” She put her handbag on the table, emptied the handcuffs onto the bed and tucked the key carefully into the pocket of her jeans.
“No, I’m good.”
She came up to him and put her arms around him. “You sure?”
“Mm.” Once again he could smell her perfume, something light and flowery, mixed with the scent of the autumn evening coming through the doors. He wrapped her in his arms and held her for a while, enjoying the softness of her body against him. “You smell good.”
“You too.” She sniffed his shirt. “I like that aftershave, whatever it is.”
He made a mental note to wear it again next time they were due to meet. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, Mr. Thorne.” She placed a light kiss on his neck above the collar of his shirt, making him shiver. “Ooh. Do that again.” She kissed up to his ear, and he couldn’t help but shudder. “Wow. You are so sexy.”
“And you’re driving me insane today.” He dropped his hands to her hips, pulled her toward him and kissed her properly. “What has got into you?”
“You,” she said, her fingers going to the buttons of her white shirt. She began to undo them from the bottom up, still kissing him, and slipped the top off, exposing her bra.
He pulled back a little to look at her, his heart rate speeding up as he saw the white lacy cups only just managing to hold in her breasts. She was already fumbling at the zipper of her jeans, and he watched as she pushed them down and kicked them off. She wore white lace panties and sheer thigh highs, and a surge of desire, hot and erotic, fizzed through his veins.
“You like?” she asked as he began to push her backward, over to the window.
“Oh yeah.” He kissed her until they bumped against the glass and then released her to turn her around.
She placed her palms against the window, leaving hot prints on the glass, and pushed herself back, rubbing her butt into his groin. “Do I turn you on?”
He laughed and stroked her thigh, enjoying the feel of the strip of soft skin between the top of the stockings and her panties. “What do you think?”
“Tell me.”
“You turn me on. God, Faith, you’re driving me mad tonight.”
“That’s the plan.” She sighed as he stroked his other hand up her body and brushed her nipple beneath the lace cup. “You lik
e me being naughty?”
“I think you need to be severely reprimanded.” He slapped her butt.
She pushed her hips back again. “You think so? Perhaps you should put me across your knee.”
He was so hard now he could have been made of concrete. He wanted to make her sigh and see her eyes widen the way they did when he shocked her. “Don’t tempt me.” Another slap followed—this one even harder.
This time she gasped, tipping back her head, her eyes glazing as she inhaled and said, “Ow!”
Instantly he felt a surge of guilt. “Jeez, I’m sorry.”
She shook her head, dazed. “What?”
He turned her, closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her. What was he doing? He was like a bad uncle who taught a four-year-old to burp the national anthem and say swear words. He should serenade her, take her out to dinner and buy her flowers and chocolates, not slap her on the butt so hard his fingers left a red mark. She was his friend, the sister of his best mate, not some girl he’d picked up in a bar. Dan would kill him if he knew what he was up to.
She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“What are you talking about?”
He couldn’t put his remorse into words. “I’m sorry,” was all he could say again.
“Rusty…”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I should go.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Don’t freak out on me again.”
“I can’t do this, Faith. You’re my friend, and Dan—”
“Don’t you dare mention my brother!” She pushed him hard and he stumbled back, hit the bed and fell onto the mattress. She stood over him, eyes blazing. “Move up.”
“What?”
“Move up the bed.”
He did so, eyeing her warily. He’d never seen her so cross.
“Lie down.”
“Faith…”
“Lie down!”
He lay back, and she climbed onto the bed and sat astride him. She looked like an Amazon, absolutely furious, and his heart thudded as she leaned over and glared at him with her beautiful brown eyes. “Now you listen to me,” she said firmly. “Contrary to popular opinion, Rusty Thorne, you are not the centre of the whole fucking universe. I have a mind of my own, and I am not some little fifteen-year-old you’re deigning to deflower. I’m only four years younger than you, for Christ’s sake.”
“Okay.”
“You may have been the first person to show me a thing or two, but that does not mean I wouldn’t have done these things if it wasn’t for you. You’ve not infected me, and you’re not the bloody Marquis de Sade, corrupting your way through the female population of Kerikeri. You hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She met his gaze, and for the first time he saw a hint of humour flicker in her eyes. She sat up and studied him coolly. “Boy,” she said. “Do you need to be taught a lesson.”
“Um…”
She reached behind her and picked up the handcuffs. Then she beckoned him with the other hand. “Give me your wrist.”
Alarm rose within him, and he pushed himself up onto his elbows. “Oh no.”
“What?” She tipped her head at him, mocking him. “You can deal it, but you can’t take it?” She leaned forward until her lips were inches from his. “You signed a contract, Rusty. You promised to do whatever I asked, remember?”
Shit. “Yes, but—”
“No buts. You trust me, don’t you?”
He sighed. How could he get out of that? “Yes, I guess.” Closing his eyes, he offered her his wrist. The metal closed around it, and she pushed him back. She leaned over him as she lifted his arms above his head, slid the handcuffs around one of the slats of the bed and closed the remaining cuff around his other wrist.
He opened his eyes and looked straight into her amused brown gaze. “Hah,” she said. “Sucker. Now I’m going to take all the money out of your wallet, strip you and leave you for Eve to find.”
“Faith…”
“I’m kidding! Jeez.” She sat back and studied him thoughtfully.
Rusty lifted his arms, hearing a clunk as metal met wood. He felt disturbingly vulnerable. Why had he suggested this? Served him right for thinking he was in charge.
“I’ll be back in a sec.” She lifted herself off him and walked out the room.
Crap. He stretched his arms to test his reach and found he could just put his hands behind his head, which almost made it feel as if he was lying there out of choice. This is not going to end well. He’d annoyed her, and she was going to make him suffer for it. He glared at his groin, which was clearly excited at the thought, and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. What was she doing? Please don’t let it involve candle wax. Or anything sharp. He wasn’t into pain.
After a few seconds, she reappeared, and he was relieved to see only a bottle in her hands. She placed it on the bedside table, and he glanced over, seeing some kind of massage oil.
“What? You thought I was going to bring water and jumper cables?”
“Don’t even joke about it.” He watched as she climbed back on the bed and started to undo the belt of his jeans. “Faith…”
“Ssh.” She laid a finger briefly against his lips.
“Yes, but—”
She stopped, got off the bed and walked over to her chest of drawers. She rifled about in one of the drawers, extracted something and came back to him. She held a silky scarf up. “You keep talking,” she told him calmly, “and I’m going to gag you.”
“Fucking hell.” His heart thumped as she started undoing his jeans again.
Her eyes were dark, intense. “I’m not your trainee, Rusty. And I’m not your protégée. I may be a step or two behind you, but that doesn’t make me your subordinate. Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She nodded, amused. “Good.” Finally undoing the tight button on his jeans, she pulled down the zipper and slid them off, dropping them on the floor. Leaving his boxers on, she came back to sit astride him and looked down at his shirt.
“You’ll have to let me go to get that off,” he said, then clamped his mouth shut as she pretended to reach for the scarf.
She fixed him with a determined stare, took hold of both sides of his shirt and, with a big yank, ripped it open, scattering buttons in all directions.
“Whoa!” He lifted his arms automatically, coming to an abrupt halt as the metal clanked on the wood. She pushed him back and spread the sides of the shirt to reveal his bare chest. Then she reached over and got the oil.
“Did I ever tell you I took a course in massage?” She poured a small amount onto her hands, returned the bottle to the table and began to rub her hands together, warming the oil.
“No.”
“See. There’s a lot about me you don’t know.” She placed her hands together on his chest and then parted them, smearing the oil across his ribs. She bent forward to kiss him. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.”
He said nothing, watching her as she ran her hands up to his neck, across his shoulders beneath his shirt and then down his body again, stopping briefly to circle her fingers on his nipples. He gave her a warning look, and she giggled, continuing to massage him. Gradually he started to relax as she took time to work her fingers into his muscles, moving to his legs, seeming to enjoy the way her fingers slipped over his skin.
He closed his eyes, sighing, as she stroked down his thighs, her hands strong but gentle. She worked down to his feet, massaging them softly, and then moved back up and started on his arms, caressing his biceps and triceps beneath the short sleeves of his shirt.
He studied her, feeling a wave of affection, strangely touched by her tender exploration of his body. She glanced at him occasionally, and each time he felt his heart thump in response, like a teenager caught peeking at a neighbour sunbathing in the back yard.
Eventually, to his disappoi
ntment, she finished and lifted herself off him, wiping her hands on a towel. Then she leaned over him. Dropping her head, she kissed him, brushing his tongue with her own, and he returned it, relaxed after her gentle ministrations.
She lifted her head. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she said, and disappeared again.
Chapter Eighteen
He watched her go, sighing, and heard her moving about in the kitchen. It took her a few minutes before she came back this time, and when she did, she was carrying two things: a glass of iced water and a mug of what smelled like tea.
She placed them both on the bedside table. Then she glanced at him. She smiled impishly, and he felt the first twinge of alarm.
“Faith…”
She raised an eyebrow, and he closed his mouth. Standing beside him, first she reached behind her back, unclipped her bra and let it fall to the ground. She slid her panties down, leaving her stockings on. Leaning over him, she lifted the waistband of his boxers, slid them down his legs and threw them on top of her own clothes. She raised her eyebrows admiringly at his erection, and he rolled his eyes.
She sat beside him, leaned over and picked up the glass of water. She took a sip, sucking up one of the ice cubes, and circled it around her mouth. He watched her, his heart beginning to pound again.
She met his gaze, her eyes challenging, daring. Leaning forward, the ice cube between her teeth, she lowered her mouth to his right nipple and rubbed the ice over it.
An electric shock shot through him. “Jeez, Faith.”
She circled the ice cube in her mouth and pressed it to the other nipple, letting the cube melt on his hot skin and the icy water flow over his ribs. He sucked in his breath, looking up at the ceiling, cursing quietly. She lifted her head, her eyes dancing, and moved over him, bending to rub the ice over his lips. He took the cube from her and crunched it between his teeth, glaring at her.
She studied him, lips pursed. Then she took another cube from the glass. She circled it once again in her mouth and lifted herself off the bed. Before he realised what she was going to do, she sat astride his legs, arms braced on either side of his hips.
“Faith…”
She crunched the cube, her eyes intense. Then, ignoring his look of alarm, she lowered her mouth right over the tip of his erection.
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