Love Me Deadly

by Linda Verji

  Lazy desire shadowed her eyes and her smile as she said, “Thank you for coming.”

  “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t spend her birthday all alone.” He dipped his head and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth before lowering her to the floor. He swallowed her whimper of protest, drawing her into another sweltering kiss before releasing her lips. His gaze skimmed past her face to the rest of her body revealed by her open robe.

  He’d assumed that she’d be magnificent naked but his imagination didn’t do her justice. His eyes kissed her honey-tanned skin, lingered over the brown areoles peaked over her heavy breasts, skimmed her taut tummy and centered over her cleanly shaved mound.

  Reggie bit his bottom lip as his gaze rose to meet hers. “Perfect.”

  “Reggie.” The heat in her eyes intensified as did her grip on his neck. Their lips met again in a final intense kiss before Reggie stopped it. He gathered the sides of her robe together and tightened the belt around her waist.

  To ease the sexual tension still thrumming between them, he said, “How does it feel to be a twenty-six year-old granny?”

  “I am not a granny.” She pouted and smacked his chest. “And besides you’re a year older than me, grandpa.”

  “I’m still cuter than you.” He chucked her under the chin teasingly, earning himself another chest smack.

  “You wish.” Her eyes suddenly widened and her face creased in a broad smile. “So? What did you get me for my birthday?”

  “Who said I got your spoiled ass anything?” He chuckled when her smile dropped. “I’m kidding.” Picking his bag from the floor, he dropped it on the bed.

  “What is it?” She dogged his steps. She sat next to the bag and watched as he rifled through it. When he came up with an Inspector Gadget action doll she squealed in delight, “You remembered.”

  In one of their late night conversations, she’d mentioned her childhood obsession with the animated character. Erica was often reticent when it came to talking about her own family and this was one of the few times she’d opened up to him. Reggie chuckled. “Now you two can live happily ever after.”

  The chuckle died on his lips when she stood and rose to kiss his chin. “Thank you for Gadget.” She paused then added, “And for listening to me.”

  Lost in the sentimentality of the moment, they stared at each other. He broke it by clearing his throat. “You’re welcome. Now go dress so I can take the birthday girl out for dinner.”

  It didn’t take Erica long to dress but when she exited the bathroom, his heart almost popped out of his chest. The red, strapless dress she was wearing revealed the tops of her plump breasts, cinched around her small waist and smoothed over her hips to stop mid-thigh.

  “You like?” She swiveled for his appraisal. His eyes wandered to her ass cupped perfectly by the fabric. Fuck! She would give him a cardiac arrest if he had to see her like this the whole night.

  “Very nice,” he coughed out even as he unobtrusively adjusted himself in his pants.

  “Thank you.” She threw him a smile over her shoulder as she walked to the vanity table. A nude lipstick, a quick comb of her hair, a splash of scented perfume and some kitten heels later, they exited her room.

  Dinner was at The Pavilion, one of the premier restaurants in the city. Booking it had been a headache but seeing Erica’s glee as the server led them to their table was well worth it. Conversation between the two of them was as easy as it always was. This time he even managed to get her to open up more about her family.

  “My mom’s fifty-seven. What does he have to be jealous of?” she asked, referencing her father’s injury, as they walked hand in hand along the boardwalk.

  “She’s fifty-seven not dead,” Reggie returned. “I’d be jealous too if you were falling all over yourself to get to the handyman.”

  “That’s ridiculous. And it shows you don’t trust me.”

  “I trust you. It’s the handyman I don’t trust.”

  “Same difference,” she retorted as she snuggled closer to him. He slung his arm around her waist loving how her curves fit perfectly against his length. Even as they spoke, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from her. He wished there was some kind of test to measure whether someone was ready for a relationship because he was desperate for Erica. Being so close to her had him on high alert and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last before breaking.

  “Thank you for the dinner.” She interrupted his thoughts.

  “Stop thanking me so much,” kissing her temple, he said, “and it’s not over yet.”

  He led her to a one-storey building bordering the boardwalk that had a sign high above it reading Sol Spa. Erica smiled. “You remembered.”

  She’d told him that one of the things she missed when on the road was time to relax in spa. Soft music welcomed them as they stepped into the lobby. A woman in mustard-yellow shirt, standing at the enquiries’ desk, smiled at their entrance. “Welcome to Sol Spa. I’m Amber.”

  “An appointment for Erica Young,” Reggie said.

  Amber scanned her appointment book, met Reggie eyes with a conspiratorial twinkle in her own and turned to Erica. “This way Miss Young.”

  “I’ll wait for you,” Reggie reassured Erica. With a thank you, she walked off with Amber.

  A few minutes later, Amber reappeared in the lobby and gestured for him to follow her. “She’s ready.” The spa employee led him along a long hallway before stopping at one of the doors. At the door, she pressed a key into his palm, a knowing look in her eyes. “Lock the door.”

  Resisting the urge to clarify that he and Erica wouldn’t do anything, he nodded. “Thanks,” and pushed the door open.

  Erica was on her stomach on the massage table, naked except for the baby pink towel over her ass. The lock snapped as he turned the key but she didn’t turn. He shrugged out of his jacket and laid it on a chair before making his way to the table.

  He oiled his palms, warming them with a quick rub before squirting more of the transparent fluid on her spine. She sighed and shifted as the oil dribbled over her skin. The first touch of her skin was delicious. She was silky, soft and pliable beneath his palms and the toned muscles of her shoulders rippled in lazy pleasure as he worked them.

  Even when he’d been planning to gift her with a massage for her birthday, his motives weren’t completely altruistic. If he couldn’t make love to her, he needed a chance to at least touch her. His cock’s response to his touching her was predictable. It only worsened when she hummed underneath her breath in pleasure. It was obvious she was enjoying his touch by her low moans when he molded oil in her upper and lower back.

  Her back done, he transferred his attentions to her feet. She shifted and sighed when he rubbed her soles. He moved his focus to her calves then eased his hands up her legs. At her upper thighs, he pushed the towel until it sat below her ass, tempting but not showing. He itched to pull it off but that was bound to go a step too far and he’d never be able to stop there. He eased his hands away with firm strokes.

  When he’d oiled every inch of her that wasn’t covered by the towel, he bent to whisper in her ear “Hey.”

  She turned her head abruptly but her surprise quickly turned into a lethargic smile. “What are you doing here?”

  “Giving you a massage.” Unable to resist, he bent and touched his lips to her. It was to be a quick peck but when he tried to pull back, her arm curved over his neck keeping their faces close and their lips attached. Inevitably the kiss heated up into something more.

  His brain reminded him that it was time to walk out before things got to the point of no return, but her lips held him captive, sucking the willpower out of him. Erica turned to her back for a better kissing angle, revealing her breasts. Reggie’s gaze homed in like a moth to flame. Her tits were full, heavy and begging to be touched. So he did!

  While one hand captured one breast, his mouth latched onto the other. She tasted as good as she looked. Pressing her nipple to the roof of his mouth, he suckle
d and drew her further into the web of lust he currently inhabited. She whimpered and her hand at the back of his head pushed him to suckle harder. The more he did, the more she moaned and shifted on the bed. Her frantic movements pushed the towel until it lay above her waist revealing the black sliver of fabric covering her mound.

  You need to stop. The niggling voice bit at his desire.

  Not yet, he begged it.

  Now, before you can’t turn back, it warned. Fighting his lust, he released her breasts then reached for the towel, his intention to cover her up, but her fingers clamped over his wrist.

  “Reggie.”Her voice was thick with desire and pleading and when his eyes met hers, the same emotions were reflected in her gaze. “Please.”

  CHAPTER 10

  Erica was too desperate for pride. If begging was what it took to tip Reggie over the edge then she was game. “Please, Reggie.”

  By the way he was working his jaw; it was obvious he was conflicted and fighting his own desire. He shook his head. “No, you’re not ready.”

  What was he talking about? Every nerve cell in her body was screaming, ‘I’m ready,’ and he looked like he was ready too. Desire raged in his gaze as it lingered over each bit of her body. Despite his words, he’d moved his hand from the towel to the top of her mound. His fingers spiraled around the black fabric covering her. It would only take a slight lowering of his fingers and he would be right where she wanted him.

  Stroking the nape of his neck and placing a soft kiss on his lips, she pleaded, “Please, Reggie. I need you now.”

  His gaze switched from her face to her body, sweeping over her in a smoldering once over. If there’d been any cells in her body that were asleep, well, they were awake now. He licked his lip before letting out a rough breath.

  “N-.”

  She cut off the word with a quick press of her lips against his. He wasn’t walking out this time.

  She needed him.

  Right now!

  In her!

  She pushed his fingers lower until they brushed over her pussy lips. Releasing his mouth, she whimpered, “Please, Reggie.”

  “No.” His lips said, but his fingers told a different story. With her help, they pushed aside the fabric of her underwear. Their tips trailed the wetness between, spreading it around in slow tantalizing sweeps. Erica moaned when he flicked her overheated pearl then smoothed it with circular caresses.

  “Please,” she whispered as she spread her legs wider and her hand fell away from his. He didn’t stop. He moved his finger to her small opening.

  She whimpered when he pushed a finger into her. Pleasure zipped in and around her body threading heat into every part of her. It felt so good. The muscles in her thighs tensed when he pulled out then pushed in again. She craved more, biting her lip as Reggie fingered her wet pussy.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered, but that didn’t stop him from moving his fingers in and out of her, each slow stroke teasing her nerves and setting them aflame.

  In. Out. In. Out.

  Rubbing, flicking, stroking.

  She writhed on the bed in sweet agony as he worked her. His lips moved from hers to lick at her neck, nip at her shoulder and kiss the valley between her breasts before he took a nipple into his mouth.

  “Oooh.” Erica arched off the message bed as sharp sensations skittered through her. Undisturbed, he suckled and suctioned at her breast while his fingers continued to pleasure her. Two more strokes and she streaked into an orgasm with a whimper.

  He wasn’t done with her.

  Still floating on her high, she didn’t resist when he turned her on the bed. He positioned her across the width of the table with her legs dangling on the edge.

  “Get this off.” He growled as he threw the towel to the side of the massage table. He peeled her underwear down her thighs and tucked it into his pocket, leaving her naked. The cotton sheets caressed her skin and the room’s cool breeze breathed against her core, but it was his heated gaze on her core that had her spellbound. It felt like he was devouring her with his eyes.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured.

  As if the view she was giving him wasn’t enough, he lifted her legs and placed the soles of her feet on the bed several inches apart from each other. The new position opened her further to his gaze. His hands on calves tightened as he groaned, “Fuck,” right before he dipped his head and licked her.

  She wasn’t expecting that. Arching off the bed with a sharp cry, she tried to push his hand away. “Reggie.”

  He moved her hand away from his forehead and to the back of his head. Then he licked again!

  “Reeeeeggie.” Erica’s toes curled into the sheets as pleasure soared through her. Both her hands dug into his hair as his tongue streaked between her moist valley.

  He flicked her sensitive nub in slow swirls even as his fingers separated her lips further to give his wicked tongue more space to torture her. She cried out his name when his latched onto her sensitive clit, whimpered out when he sucked on it, and moaned when he pushed his tongue into her leaking pussy.

  Holy hell! She’d never felt this kind of pleasure. She and Quin had discussed oral sex for her only once. He’d declared it was dirty, she’d argued, he’d refused to talk about it anymore. Now that she was in Reggie’s arms, she realized what she’d lost by letting that discussion lie.

  “Aiiiish,” she whined as her lower tummy tightened, her nipples pebbled and her thighs shook. Even her hair was trembling. She pressed hard on his back with the sole of her foot, rubbing frantically on the soft fabric of his t-shirt as he ate her out. The slow in and out strokes had her moaning and screaming. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream and she shattered in her second orgasm of the night.

  He continued to lap and kiss her pussy as she climbed out of the satisfying cavern he’d thrust her into. When he’d eased her into soft even breaths, his kisses moved. They travelled up her body, stomach, each nipple, her collar bone before he settled on her lips.

  She tasted herself on him, an erotic flavor that was both sweet and musky, as they kissed. Their tongues teased and flirted with each other in a mating dance as he settled his body over hers. His chest pressed against her full breasts as they kissed.

  He should’ve been heavy instead all she felt was a satisfying sense of comfort and gratefulness. She’d always known that Reggie was kind and giving from how Kendra worshipped him. However, hearing and experiencing the man were two different things. He listened to her whenever she needed someone to talk to, flew all the way from San Diego just to spend the day with her, gave the most thoughtful gifts… all while asking nothing of her.

  Eager to give him a taste of what he’d given her, she danced her fingers along his shoulder before sliding them lower down his body. Her exploration ended as fast as it started. He stopped her when her hand settled on his waist. With a grunt and a firm grasp on her wrist, Reggie dragged her hand back to his shoulder.

  Separating their lips, he shook his head. “No.”

  “Are you serious?” The frustration was clear in her tone as her eyes met his. From the large bulge pressing against her core, it was obvious that he wanted her.

  So why didn’t he just take her?

  Was she going to have to beg him every step away?

  “I am.” He rose until he was standing between her thighs. “You know why.”

  “Fine.” She sat up. Now that the rosy glow of her climax was fast fading she was acutely aware of her nakedness. She reached for the towel but Reggie folded his palm over her fist, stopping her from covering herself.

  “You’re angry,” he said.

  Ya think! She was angry, and embarrassed. She didn’t understand why men found the chase so exciting. It was exhausting - and painful - to keep throwing yourself at someone who refused to catch you. She was done with it. If Reggie wouldn’t man up and chase her then she was done begging.

  She yanked her hand away from his, carrying the towel along. Determinedly, avoidin
g his gaze, she wrapped the terrycloth around her upper body. When she tried to shove him away so she could hop to the floor, he didn’t budge.

  “Erica, don’t be like that.” His hands fell on her thighs and he wedged his body deeper between them. “Come on. I-”

  She interrupted him with a raise of one finger. “Can we just go back to the hotel?”

  He was silent for a moment, his gaze clashing with her ire-ridden one, before he nodded then stepped away.

  She was asleep.

  He was awake.

  Despite the heavy darkness and silence shrouding the room, Reggie couldn’t sleep. He was second-guessing his decision to hold out for a relationship. Only a blind man would’ve missed that Erica was frustrated with him. She hadn’t said a word the whole way back to the hotel. Eager to give her time to cool off, he hadn’t pushed.

  He should’ve talked to her before they fell asleep. However, as soon as they’d gotten to the room, she headed straight for the bathroom and locked herself in there. He’d fallen asleep waiting for her to get out, only waking up a couple of moments ago to find himself sans his jeans and t-shirt, and tucked into bed with her.

  Erica’s soft breath fluttered against his neck as she scooted closer to him and threw her arm over his shoulder. He stroked her arm while holding her close loathe to have her far from him.

  Is she ready? Did she want him or just someone to fulfill her needs while she got over her broken heart; someone she’d discard the moment she was ready for a real relationship? The bed groaned as Erica shifted before fitting her thigh between his. She was wearing a shirt with buttons running down the front. The plastic knobs dug into his skin, but its short length left the toned flesh of her thighs naked. Her smooth skin brushed his sending immediate signals to his dick.

  Damn, he wanted her!

  Everything about Erica Young was perfect. From the way her curves fit along his length, the way she sought his protection even in her sleep, her scent and the way she’d responded his touch. Thinking about it had Reggie shifting uncomfortably in the bed.