by Kayla Perrin
“You know what? You seemed really sweet when I met you, but you’re mean.”
Under the streetlight in the parking lot Vivian seemed to consider his words, then reject them. “I wasn’t sweet, and I’m not being mean. You’re being unreasonable. You could have gotten killed all because you worship a foreign car. Gretchen? Are you kidding?” She pointed at her Cutlass. “This car here, it’s like grits. American bred and born. It’s a Chrysler. Her name is Chrysler. Nobody wants her. Now get your butt in the car and let’s go before you get us both killed for being out here too long.”
Jay got in, pushed the seat all the way back and reclined it a bit to accommodate his size. Vivian watched him, blinking, not saying a word. She started the car. “Where to?”
He gave her directions that took her out of the city and into the suburbs.
The drive took them an hour, and when they reached the house, the gate was open. “Pull inside.”
“No, I have to drive back to the city.”
He nudged her thigh, and she did as he asked.
Jay leaned over and cut off the car, taking the keys. “Come in.”
He got out, stretching, and then walked around the back of the car and opened her door.
She walked with him through the carport of the all-brick house. He input a code and the door unlocked. Taking her hand, he started up the stairs. “Jay, I can’t stay with you.”
“I know,” he said.
They entered a beautiful kitchen where the wood gleamed against the glowing vanilla-scented candlelight from two jars that sat on opposite ends of a long breakfast bar. “Hungry?” he asked, hanging her keys on the key rack by the door.
“No.”
“Thirsty?”
She shook her head, watching as he dug through the refrigerator and unscrewed the cap off an ice-cold bottle of water. He nearly drained it.
Then he crossed the room and put the bottle to her lips. He tipped the bottle and she swallowed.
“You must be thirsty after the way you danced tonight. You need to eat to keep up your strength. You need to be pampered, for you have such a rare talent.”
Her gaze ricocheted to his, but he didn’t give her time to react because his mouth engulfed hers in a kiss so consuming, all of her defenses, all of her objections, instantly fell away.
Her tongue lashed his bottom lip and the nerve endings sprang to life, sending a dazzle of pleasure up the back of his legs straight to his groin. She would be his, but not in the kitchen. Vivian moved beneath him.
He backed off her a bit and released her hair from the tight bun, watching it uncurl in his hand. “Your hair is sexy.”
“Thank you.” She giggled.
He took her hand and walked her to a door. Opening it, he guided her inside. “When my sister is home from college, she sleeps in here. Will you stay here tonight? Have breakfast with me in the morning. I won’t bother you. I promise.”
“You’re used to getting your way, aren’t you?”
Jay shook his head no. “I try to be persuasive, but I never force anyone to do anything they don’t want to.”
“Where am I? What address?” she whispered.
She pulled out her phone, typed it in and hit Send. Seconds later she received a return text message. Holding up her phone, she took his picture and sent it, too.
“Have I passed your background check?” Jay chuckled.
Vivian nodded. “I’ll stay and have breakfast with you.”
Pleased, Jay pulled Vivian into a hug that he wanted to last until the next morning, but he knew it had to end. “Good night.”
He walked to the door and prepared to shut it.
“Hey,” she said, setting down her bag on the straight-back lavender-colored chair. “Where’s your room?”
His heart skipped a beat. “Four doors down the hall on the right. Visit anytime you want.”
He could see when her breathing changed. Her leotard did little to hide the quickness of her chest rising and falling. “Good night, Jay.”
“Good night, Vivi.”
Chapter 8
Jay struggled to sleep, knowing she was down the hall. Knowing she’d been in the shower his sister had used only twice since he’d bought the house six years ago. He’d been lonely out here. Rarely even came out here, staying in his apartment in Atlanta most of the time. But tonight he wanted Vivian in his home, and when he’d left the dance studio and found his car without tires, he’d gone back in to tell her about her studio’s horrible location, that’s when he’d been sent to his knees.
He could only watch her from the door as she flipped end over end, her arms straight, fists balled and her face sublime. She was the story of the music. She’d jumped higher than anyone he’d known, created moves he had never seen before, and while he was no dance connoisseur, he could see greatness in the making. How he’d gotten her to agree to teach them was still a mystery to him.
Driven from his bed, he headed for the refrigerator and a glass of water, and then he headed to the nearby den where he cut on the sixty-inch television. Sprawling in his comfortable spot, he settled in watching the sports channel, when he felt a presence.
Turning, he saw Vivian with the duvet around her shoulders. She’d chosen a spaghetti strap gown to sleep in, but it did little to hide her body. She’d obviously washed her hair, because it was no longer straight but a mass of beautiful natural curls.
“Hey, the TV too loud?”
“No,” she said, coming around the couch. “My feet are cold.”
He smiled, looking up at her. “Just your feet?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Come here.”
She sat in the corner with him, her legs across his. He covered her with the duvet, took her foot and dragged his hand over the curve of her extended arch, eliciting a sigh as she sank into the couch cushions. Her tiny gown eased up, exposing more of her thighs, and he had to work to keep his body under control. It was a losing battle.
He pressed heat into her limbs with his warm hand, and then he took her other foot and kissed it. Involuntarily, her foot jumped, but she didn’t stop him as he braced her foot against his chest and worked more warmth into her body.
Rubbing his thumbs up her ankle, she pointed her toes—he wasn’t sure if out of reflex so they’d slide against his arm—but he gently manipulated her calves, seeing the promised land, wanting her in that way, and hoping she wanted him, too.
He slid his hands up her slender hips and brought her into his lap. This time when their sex met, neither of them did anything. There were no dance moves imaginable to cause a great escape.
“I want you,” he told her.
“I want a man who’s going to care about me after tonight.”
“Who did you text earlier?”
“My mom.”
Vivian reached up and drove her hands through her hair.
“Don’t try and tantalize me with those things.” Her breasts were in his face and it was all he could do to stop himself from taking a bite from the chocolate-colored tips.
“They’re breasts. Only for my man.”
Jay had had enough. He would have given her the moon. He put his finger on the front of the gown and pulled. The gown slipped down and her left nipple slid into his mouth. He scooped her up and carried her to his bedroom.
Pulling the gown from her body, he stripped her bare. She was the most perfect woman he’d ever been with. She reached for him, but he laid her down and remained standing as he looked at her. She had muscles and curves, and there was no hair anywhere except her head.
Very little intimidated him, but Jay found himself wondering how to please her.
“I haven’t had sex in...three years,” she admitted shyly.
The words unlocked all
his misconceptions about perfection. Their bodies may have looked like Adonis and Aphrodite, but he was going to give her the best night of pleasure she’d ever had.
“Do you like sex?” he asked, lying on top of her. He clasped her hands above her head.
“Of course.”
“What kind of sex?”
“Is this a survey?” she asked him as she smiled.
“I don’t want to offend you by doing something crazy.”
She stared up at him. “The only thing that would be crazy is if you walked in here with some farm animals. Then, I would leave.”
“That would be crazy. I’m not that out there.”
He kissed her brows, her cheeks, her lips.
“Jay, let’s just make love.”
“I want to—”
“Let’s do it,” she whispered, her fingers releasing his. “Do everything.”
Jay set Vivian in the center of the bed, the soft cotton sheets pooling around her. She didn’t know what he was going to do next, but he had seductively swept her hair aside and glided his fingers down her neck and then his tongue. She was accustomed to the softer touch of the men in the dance world, so it felt good to have Jay’s hands on her in a strong sexual way. He knew what he wanted when he laid her on her stomach and laved his tongue down her spine.
She’d never been bitten, but nothing was off-limits tonight. He bit her lightly on the shoulder, making her rise to meet his eager mouth.
She loved his aggression and wanted more of it. He first gave her back and shoulders a lot of attention and then made his way to her little peach of a bottom. Her gluteus was her Achilles’ heel in the dance business, but she couldn’t fight Mother Nature on this one. It stuck out a bit, but so what.
Jay didn’t care. He was in it face-first, tongue deep, seeking the mothership connection. When he found it, he flipped her over and she cried out from the pleasure. No man had ever sought the answers to the mysteries of the universe like Jay.
Her first climax spiraled from the back of her knees and made her abdomen clinch, pulling her body off the bed.
Falling backward against the mattress, Vivian reached for him, wanting to please him, too, but he refused. “It’s all about you.”
He used his fingers skillfully and massaged her clit, sending sparkles of residual climax throughout her body. She thrashed against the bed. With the other hand, he opened the nightstand drawer and removed a condom. Taking a second to sheath himself, he pulled her up so that he was sitting on the side of the bed and she was sitting on him.
“Come here,” he said, holding her against him. “How’s that feel?”
She panted. “How do you feel?” she whispered but her words were barely audible.
“I feel great.”
He stood up, impaling her, holding her.
“Why can’t we do it the regular way?” she asked him.
“Because it’s boring.”
“With a ballerina?”
A smile split his face. “I totally forgot about that.”
Gently he laid her down and then she put one leg on his shoulder causing him to slip deeper into her. “Damn, that feels good.”
Vivian grinned.
He started moving inside her, varying how he was giving it to her. Her ability to grip him seemed to keep him barely on the edge of sanity.
She felt sexy and vulnerable and pretty, and she didn’t want to feel any of those things. She wanted him to ravage her. Snaking her fingers up to his nipples, she tweaked them and was surprised they responded by jutting out. Rising just a bit, she grazed her teeth over his nipple and dragged her nails over the other one. His dick jumped inside her. He pushed into her harder. “Yes.”
Their gazes met, and he knew just how she liked it. A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. “You little freak.”
“Takes one to know one.” She giggled.
The deeper he pushed, the closer she thought he was getting to her heart, but that was impossible. He turned her onto her back, burying his face deep in her valley, causing pleasure she’d never experienced in her life to take over her body.
Vivian soaked it up as she watched him please her, and when he entered her again, she couldn’t believe he could have anything left. This was what she’d been wanting and waiting for. He was drenched with sweat, but all she could think of was pleasing him. He kissed with his eyes open, studying her while she was on top. He filled her to a capacity she didn’t know she had.
They got real close.
“You don’t like this position,” he told her.
“But you do. You’re visual. I want you to come the way you like to. I want to please you.”
“Where have you been all my life?” he groaned, taking her waist in his hands and biting her neck.
Her body gripped him and she growled. “Oh, Jay. Do that again.”
He bit her again and she squeezed with her inner muscles, gripping his nipples and biting his shoulder.
Suddenly, he started pumping into her with a force so fast all she could do was hold him around the neck.
When he exploded, his cry, she was sure, bounced off every wall in the house. They stayed locked together for several long minutes, rocking, until he loosened his grip on her. “How are you, darlin’?”
“Raw,” she said honestly.
“Right,” he said slowly as reality sank into him. Gently, he slid out of her and laid her on the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
He went to the bathroom, and she could hear water running. Vivian sat up. She could take care of herself, but before she could get off the bed, he was back with a warm and a cool cloth.
“Lie down.”
An embarrassed smile overtook her. “Jay, I can do that.”
“I don’t mind.”
Tentatively, she lay back and with great care he washed all her folds and made sure she was clean. Vivian couldn’t believe this big man. When he was finished, he kissed her clit.
She wanted to jump on his back and kiss him, but was scared to move. He went halfway to the bathroom and threw the washcloths in.
Hurrying back to bed, he hopped in and snatched the covers from the bottom of the bed. Pulling them over her, he curled up behind her and began kissing her shoulder.
Vivian couldn’t help but turn around in his arms and kiss his mouth. He licked her nose, making her laugh.
“You’re full of surprises.”
“Oh, that’s just the top of my bag of tricks. Get some rest. We’ve got time.”
Their gazes met and held. “Do we?” Vivian wanted his words to be true. Besides fantastic lovemaking, he was a good man.
“If you want. Yes, we do.”
Vivian closed her eyes and snuggled deeper into his chest. “I do want to.”
The last thing she remembered were his lips on hers.
Chapter 9
Vivian hurried from the bathroom and tiptoed back into bed. Jay was still sound asleep, but she didn’t care. She’d needed to go to the little girl’s room and brush her teeth. Unsure of the time, she crawled back in and lay down, only to be attacked.
They wrestled for a while, until she finally gave in and sat on top of him. He kissed her long and hard, coming up for air after a sizzling good-morning kiss.
“You taste like toothpaste.”
She giggled. “You’re a great detective.”
His fingers roamed her body, stopping to squeeze her bottom. “I love your ass. From the first day I met you, I wanted to touch it, but I knew you would have killed me.”
“I’m gonna kill you now.”
She pummeled him with fake punches until she was against the mattress with her hands pinned above her head.
“Jay,” she said, out of breath. “What are you doing?”
While he had her immobile, he was using his strong legs to open hers.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Ms. Franklin.”
“Jay Smith, are you about to—”
He penetrated her with his middle finger, invading her in a way that all of their playfulness gave way to desire. She tried to get up, but he held her there pleasing her, while this gorgeous little smile adorned his face. How could he want so much pleasure for her? Then she realized he was getting as much as he was giving.
When his second finger entered her, she cried out his name, and he bit her nipple, thrusting her into a spherical climax she’d never before experienced. She wanted him to have all the pleasure he’d given her, but she was so inexperienced. One previous lover didn’t make her an expert. It made her a step above naive.
She reached for him and took him into her mouth, gagging.
Backing off, she looked at his size, and wondered how to approach him.
Sucking him in, he reached the back of her throat and she gagged again, but she didn’t stop. She eased off and kept sucking and licking, bobbing up and down, until he was backing up on the bed, a growl coming from his throat.
Vivian kept pursuing him, grabbing his hand and holding him as he pulled at her, tearing her away and plunging into her. He took her with an animalistic fervor that wasn’t like anything she’d ever experienced, and when she felt that familiar fever rising in her body, she rolled her eyes and arched into the most beautiful climax of her twenty-five years.
This time he escorted her into his custom-made shower where there was a wall of benches. He handed her a loofah and fresh washcloth from a nearby closet, and he left her alone. Vivian cleaned herself up and, wrapped in a towel, walked her sore body back to the guest room off the kitchen—where she had initially slept—to get some clothes.
She didn’t see Jay, but knew he couldn’t be far. After dressing, she left the room and found him in the kitchen accepting some groceries from a woman who waved and hurried away.
“Who’s that?”
“My housekeeper, Sandy. She opened the house for me last night and lit the candles. She lives over in my guesthouse with her husband, Mike. I didn’t know if you like coffee, so I got tea and coffee.”