“Now take off your shirt, but do it gradually.”
He followed her instructions while she kept her gaze focused on his chest. She ran her tongue over her lips, and his nipples tightened. The shirt rustled to the floor behind him.
Her intense gaze warmed his skin wherever it touched. “Do you…work out?”
“No. Don’t have time.”
“But you’re so—”
“My…” He was short of breath and had to pause. “My landlady has a fireplace, so I chop wood in exchange for a break on the rent.”
“That explains all those muscles. Now unbuckle your belt.”
He’d been proficient with buckles for a good many years now. He was determined to unfasten this one without watching what he was doing. After all, this would be on tape, for God’s sake. Good thing she’d wanted him to strip slow, because unbuckling his belt took forever.
“Now pull it out of the belt loops and hand it to me.”
His mouth went dry. She was thinking of more bondage games, and he was perfectly willing, but he couldn’t understand how they’d manage it. “You don’t have a four-poster.”
“That isn’t what I want it for. Give it to me and I’ll show you what I have in mind.”
The huskiness of her voice told him it would be wild. She was going to give him a heart attack, he decided as he pulled the belt free. Nobody’s heart should be beating this fast, and he was having trouble breathing, too. He leaned over and laid the belt in her outstretched hand, wondering what she had in mind and knowing it might send him spiraling out of control.
“Thanks.” A steady flame burned in her green eyes. “Soft belt. Not too wide, either. Nice.” She made a loop of it and brushed it idly over the mint-green satin covering her breasts.
He shivered as he watched her drag the brown leather over her cleavage. “What…next?”
“Start unfastening your slacks.” She opened her hand and the tail end of the belt unfurled, landing between her thighs.
He fumbled with the button while keeping his gaze on the belt. He was beginning to get a clue what she was planning for it. Sure enough, she slipped the end under her thigh and pulled the belt up snug between her legs. Frozen in place, he stared, his heart pounding, as she slid it slowly back and forth over that mint-green triangle covering the source of her pleasure…and his.
“You’re not stripping,” she murmured.
He gulped and carefully lowered his zipper, sliding it slowly past his straining penis. Damn, she was really enjoying herself with that belt. Her cheeks bloomed with color and her breathing quickened.
“Let your slacks drop to the floor.”
His slacks hit the oak planks, the coins in his pocket landing with a soft jingle.
“Now your briefs.”
He shoved them down, his attention riveted on the belt moving gently between her legs. “Are…are you going to…to make yourself—”
“Yes,” she whispered. “And you get to watch me do it, you lucky man.”
He moaned and clenched his fists at his sides. This would be a definite first for him. No woman had ever offered such a performance, and he’d never asked. But he’d wanted to ask. And now…
She tightened her hold on the belt and closed her eyes. “When you’re ready…condoms…in the…drawer.”
Oh, he was ready, all right, but the thrill of watching her masturbate overshadowed everything else. A hurricane could blow the roof off, for all he cared. Molly was putting on a show for him, and he was an extremely grateful audience of one.
She plucked the drenched bit of green satin aside so the leather came in direct contact with her heat. Arching slightly off the bed, she worked the leather in tight. Then she slid it back and forth while Alec stood beside the bed, his body clenched, his breathing labored.
Then, with a low moan, she lifted her hips and pulled the belt in even tighter. A few quick strokes, a sharp little cry, and she shuddered in the grip of her climax. Slowly she sank back to the mattress and gasped for air. “Now,” she whispered.
The single word galvanized him into action. Wild for her, he turned and wrenched the drawer open, pulling it completely out of the nightstand. Not caring that it clattered to the floor, he leaned down and grabbed the box of condoms. Ripping the box in half, he sent packets flying while managing to snag one. In seconds he’d opened the package and rolled the latex over his erection.
Molly was still whimpering from her climax when he crawled in beside her. The belt joined the rest of his stuff on the floor. Her panties had already made way for the belt, so they were no barrier to his penis as he nudged her thighs apart, braced his hands on either side of her shoulders and slid deep.
“Oh, Alec,” she said breathlessly, looking into his eyes. “I did it.”
“No kidding.” He pumped rhythmically, knowing he had mere seconds before his climax. “You are so hot. You’re wrecking my control.”
She gripped his bottom and lifted to meet him, thrust for thrust. “That’s good.”
“It’s beyond good.” He struggled to hold back the tidal wave about to engulf him.
But she wasn’t helping at all. She wrapped her legs around his and urged him on. “Come for me, Alec. I want to watch you lose it like you just watched me.”
He didn’t mean to satisfy that request, but when she rotated her hips with the next thrust, that did it. With a strangled cry he buried himself inside her warmth and submitted to the inevitable. Ah, what a glorious sensation as her body absorbed his wild spasms.
But when he gradually descended from that incredible high, he looked into her eyes and sighed with regret. “I wanted you to—”
“I will.” She raised her head from the pillow and kissed him softly. “Many times. We have all afternoon…and hours of tape.”
AS THE AFTERNOON continued, Molly discovered that the more she dared, the more daring she felt. The same seemed to be true of Alec. Sometimes they forgot the camera was on, and other times they deliberately positioned themselves so that what they’d decided to try would be very clear on tape.
But Molly had removed the alarm clock from the nightstand when she’d eliminated all personal items, and it wasn’t until she realized how long the shadows had become that she thought about time at all. As she was lying wrapped in Alec’s arms, relaxed and well satisfied, she suddenly remembered he had a driving assignment.
She sat up, glancing wildly around for where she’d put the clock. “What time is it?”
Alec opened sleepy eyes. “I don’t think we need to change the tape yet.”
“Alec, your watch! Get it! You have to be somewhere tonight, and I’ve totally lost track of—”
“Ack!” He bounded to a sitting position and snatched his watch from the nightstand. “Omigod. I have to go.”
“Will you be late?”
“Not if I haul ass.” He leaped from the bed and started pulling on his clothes at breakneck speed. “Damn. I wanted to see at least part of the video before I left.”
She smiled at his automatic assumption that would be happening. Clever. “I don’t remember saying that you could.”
“Aw, Molly.”
He sounded so much like a disappointed little boy that she laughed. “But I guess you can, if you’re good.”
“You told me at least twice this afternoon that I’m very good.” He grabbed his pants and stepped into them.
“Then maybe I’ll let you see the video. Tell you what, I’ll watch it tonight and decide if you should be allowed.”
He glanced over at her in surprise. “You mean you’d actually watch it without me?”
“I thought this was supposed to be for my research?”
“It is.” He tucked in his shirt and buttoned his pants. “But even though that’s how it started, the thing is—”
“You’re becoming a wild man and you kind of like it.”
“Yeah.” He grinned at her as he zipped his pants. “Yeah, I do. And I think both of us should be seeing it for the f
irst time, so one of us doesn’t have an advantage over the other one. If we look totally goofy, we should suffer that together. That’s only fair.”
“Maybe, but I don’t know how soon you’ll be able to come over again, and I can’t imagine having that tape sitting here and not taking a peek. That’s asking a lot.”
He paused, as if considering his options. “I’ll come back tonight, after I finish my gig.”
She wanted that more than anything, but she couldn’t believe it was a good idea. “You need sleep and time to study. I’m sure you’re already behind on both of those things.”
“Listen, I can study while I wait for these folks to finish their dinner, so there’s some time made up right there. And I don’t have class tomorrow, and no driving assignments tomorrow night. I’ll come over tonight, we’ll watch the tape, and then I’ll go home, catch some z’s and study some more. How’s that?”
“You’re burning the candle at both ends, Alec.”
He smiled. “It’s your fault for being so hot, Molly.”
“See there? You just admitted that I’m interfering with your—”
“No, you’re not. I’m teasing. This will work. Will you leave the tape alone until I can get here?”
“When will that be?”
“No later than midnight.”
Having him show up at midnight had an illicit feel that she loved. “I guess I could get some writing done between now and then.” She had a feeling her fingers would fly over the keys. “I meant to show you what I wrote this morning.”
“Give it to me now. I can read it tonight.”
She shook her head. “You’re supposed to be studying, not reading my manuscript.”
“I doubt you wrote that much. Come on, let me see it. Ten minutes of reading your book isn’t going to make that much difference.”
She had to agree that her six pages of material shouldn’t take long to read. “Okay, I’ll get them.” She climbed from the bed. Her cottage was secluded, with greenery sheltering her windows from the road and her neighbors’ windows, so she could walk naked into the living room. She’d never done it before, but today it seemed like the natural thing.
As she passed Alec on her way into the hall, she swayed her hips and hoped he’d noticed. His sharp in-take of breath was gratifying. She liked knowing he was following her down the hall. She was turning into such a wanton wench.
“The pages are right here.” She picked up the pages where she’d left them lying on the coffee table.
Behind her, Alec groaned, and she turned around as if she had no idea what could be the matter. Glancing at the bulge behind his fly, she smiled.
“You did all that on purpose.”
“Did what?” She batted her eyes at him.
“You sex kitten, you.” He ran a hand over his face. “Keeping my distance when you walked past me was tough enough, but then I had to follow you in here and watch you lean over.”
Her body tightened with desire. “You’d think we’d have had enough of each other,” she said, her voice low and husky.
“You would think so, wouldn’t you?” His gaze swept over her. “But if I thought I could find somebody to take this assignment, I would. And then I’d explore the possibilities of having you lean over like that again.”
Her breath caught. She could easily imagine the scene, and the eroticism of it made her slippery with desire…again.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Molly?” he asked softly.
“You’ll be late.” She handed him the pages.
“Standing here looking at you, I can’t get myself to care.”
She could feel herself sliding toward the same reckless abandon. She forced herself to think of his job. “Then I’ll leave the room, so you can get out of here. Go on, Alec. I’ll see you soon.”
“Not nearly soon enough,” he murmured as she walked into the bedroom and quietly shut the door.
A moment later she heard him leave. She gazed at the rumpled bed, empty now, and the camera they’d never shut off. No matter how she tried to escape it, she was a Hollywood kid. All those years of being around her parents made her want to tie up this video in some dramatic way.
Alec’s belt was still on the floor. She walked over, picked it up and tossed it on the bed, as a kind of symbolic statement. But that lacked punch. Laughing to herself, she climbed up on the mattress. “The end,” she said, and mooned the camera. Just for Alec.
She was still grinning when she turned the machine off and went to take a long, hot shower. Her wild woman was alive and well and turning Alec inside out. She was having the time of her life, and she most definitely did not want to go to L.A. next week.
10
MOLLY TRIED TO FORGET that Alec had her six-page love scene with him and could be reading it at any moment. Whenever she remembered, her stomach churned nervously. Writing another love scene for her book helped distract her, but whenever she took a break, her case of nerves came galloping back.
She thought those six pages were better than what she’d done before, but if Alec didn’t think so, that would be devastating. A little after eleven the phone rang and she hurried to answer it.
“This is a heavy breather,” Alec said. “I’d like to make an obscene phone call. Are you interested?”
She knew she was supposed to laugh, but all she cared about was his reaction to her work. “Um, have you read those pages I gave you?”
“That’s why you’re getting the obscene phone call, little lady. What you wrote got me so excited I thought about taking care of myself right here in the limo.”
“Really? Woo-hoo!” She laughed and did a quick dance step around the telephone stand. “That’s wonderful!”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not sitting in the driver’s seat of an expensive stretch limo with your privates in a state of high anxiety.”
“Oh, Alec, I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t sound sorry.”
“I am. I truly am. But I love your reaction to my scene. Were you serious about…taking care of yourself right there?” She quivered at the thought.
“No, unfortunately. My customers could come out of the nightclub any minute. I have to start reading my family law textbook if I hope to be in any condition to get out and open the door for them.”
Molly ran her tongue over her lips. “I want you. I want you bad.”
He groaned. “Don’t say things like that on the phone, Molly.”
“I never have before.”
“Now’s not the time to start.”
“Yeah, but I wanted to try it out and see how it felt to talk sexy on the phone.” She wiggled with pleasure as her inner wild woman gave her a high five. “It was fun.”
“Fun for you, maybe. Frustrating as hell for me.”
“Hey, wasn’t this supposed to be an obscene phone call? So far you haven’t said one obscene thing to me, Alec.”
“I want to lick you all over.”
She could almost feel the hot lap of his tongue. “Good, that’s a start.”
“But I can’t until I drive these party animals home. We’ve been to three clubs so far and I’m afraid they may have at least one more in mind.”
“That’s too bad.”
“I know. Don’t get me wrong. They’re a great bunch, and normally I’m really into the idea of chauffeuring happy people out to have a good time. Just not tonight. Tonight I want to be with you.”
The statement struck a chord in her, making her warm in ways that had nothing to do with sex. She realized that she wanted to be with him, too, and not only because of what they’d do in bed. She simply enjoyed his company. “They’ll have to go home sometime.”
“They will. They all have to work tomorrow, but even so, it might be past midnight. Can I still come over?”
This conversation was becoming very cozy, as if they were a couple. For Alec’s sake, she decided it was time to swing it back to their original purpose in seeing each other. “You can still come…o
ver. And over. And—”
“Cut it out, Molly. This isn’t funny. You should see the way my pants stick out.”
She smiled. “What you need is a good lap dance.”
“What I need is to hang up this cell phone. But here I am, torturing myself because I love hearing your voice.”
“You do?” It was the sort of comment a real boyfriend would make. Despite the obstacles, she was beginning to think of him that way, too. Maybe, if she was careful not to interfere with his studies, they had a chance.
“Yeah, I do.” He sounded a little startled by the fact, himself. “It’s a good voice. Musical, almost. Do you sing?”
“Only in the shower.”
“I remember some other things you like to do in the shower.”
“Now who’s causing trouble?” She wondered if he’d returned to the topic of sex on purpose, to avoid getting too emotionally intimate.
“You’re the bad influence, you and these six pages you talked me into reading.”
“I did not! You insisted on—”
“Hey.” He chuckled. “I know. I was teasing you.”
“Oh.” The sound of his soft chuckle touched a well-guarded place in her heart, a place she’d originally meant to keep strictly separate from this sexual adventure of theirs. A true wild woman would have been able to do that and indulge in a brief affair, no strings attached. Apparently she wasn’t wild through and through, because she couldn’t imagine dropping Alec once she had the experience she needed to write a better book.
“Molly? You still there?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I wondered. You got quiet all of a sudden. Listen, are you getting sleepy? Maybe I shouldn’t come by, if you’re too tired. I don’t want—”
“I’m not sleepy.” And his consideration only added to the feeling of emotional intimacy. He had to sense what was happening, too, yet he wasn’t backing away. She probably shouldn’t hope for their relationship to become something more, but she couldn’t help it. “And I wouldn’t be able to sleep without watching that tape, anyway.”
“Me, neither. Whoops, here come my charges. I’ll get there when I can, okay?”
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