Before she could change her mind, and before he could guess her intention, Desiree leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his. She felt his surprise, and she used the moment to cup his face and pull him closer. He tasted amazing—spicy and male. She didn’t want to stop, but she wanted to see his reaction. Pulling back slowly, she was unsettled to realize that his eyes were wide open and staring right at her.
“Was that supposed to be a kiss, little girl?”
Chapter Two
The bemused look in her green eyes told Nicolai she’d most definitely thought that chaste little peck to be a kiss. His cock was in danger of strangulation from his jeans. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard for any woman, let alone a sassy little piece of goods who was obviously slumming in the wrong part of town. Her unschooled kiss did nothing but make him want more. Hell, he wanted the whole package. He wanted to unwrap her and go over every inch with his lips and tongue.
If her cultured words and tone didn’t give her away, her clothes did. He had no doubt she was worth millions. She looked it in her designer black leather skirt and low-cut halter top. Even with her strappy five-inch heels, he’d be able to look straight over the messy knot of dark brown hair piled on top of her head.
He reached over the bar and cupped the back of her head with one palm. “This is a kiss.”
He covered her mouth with his, reveling in the feel of her instant submission. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips until she opened for him. Delving deep, he tasted her passion. She was sweet like honey, with a hint of wild. She made tiny noises of pleasure in the back of her throat. The sound was intoxicating. He wanted more, but the bar between them prevented it for the moment.
When he broke away, she was gasping for breath. The creamy tops of her breasts rose and fell before him, so close he could have dipped his head to press a kiss to each one. Such uninhibited passion mixed with so little experience. How the hell had she wound up in a bar like Jack’s?
Her lips were damp and swollen from his kiss. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t want to stop, but he knew he should. She wasn’t the type of woman he took to his bed. He preferred older, experienced, and a complete lack of strings. “If I don’t stop now, you might not like how far we’ll go.”
“Then go all the way.”
“Where? Here in the bar?” She was a determined girl. What would it hurt to humor her a bit? She’d obviously come looking for a quick fuck. In a way she was lucky she had picked him to play with. The average male out to get laid wouldn’t have been willing to hit the brakes when she changed her mind at the last minute. And she would.
“The bar, the bathroom, a storage room, in the alley out back for all I care.” She picked up her handbag and slid off the bar stool, obviously ready to get down to business.
Damn, she was a sexy bit of fluff. He was half tempted to show her the alley behind Jack’s just to teach her a lesson, but something in his gut rebelled at the thought of treating her that way. She deserved better.
They’d gained an audience. The other bartender on duty was staring at Nicolai as if he’d lost his mind. “Keep an eye on things out here for a few minutes, Flynn.”
Flynn gave her a thorough going-over, lingering over her full breasts and rounded ass. “A few minutes?”
“Just long enough to send the little girl running for home.” Although Nicolai really couldn’t call her a shrinking violet. Hand propped on her hip, she was already waiting for him by the walk-through where the two wings of the bar met in the center of the L.
“If he leaves you hanging, love, look me up.” Flynn turned on the Irish brogue.
A jolt of irrational anger caught Nicolai completely off guard. Flynn’s parents had been Irish immigrants, but his accent was almost nonexistent. The only time he played it up these days was when he was trying to score.
Masking his sudden loss of control, Nicolai turned and stalked back through the kitchen. He didn’t have to look to know she’d followed. Her heels clacked along on the stone floor behind him. Both cooks looked up at the intrusion. The looks on Logan’s and Donal’s faces made Nicolai rethink his decision to take her upstairs. The whole incident was going to wind up being far more trouble than it was worth.
He turned on the light in the stairwell and started up the steps.
Her footsteps slowed. “Where are we going?”
“My apartment is upstairs.” He turned around and looked down at her, glad he didn’t have to go any further with this silly charade.
She reached hesitantly for the railing. The emotions flitting across her pretty features plucked a chord inside him. What was it that had her so tied in knots? He could practically smell her frustration. She set her chin and took a determined step forward.
Nicolai sighed. God forbid he should ever have a daughter of his own. If he did, she’d better not ever be naive enough to follow a strange man into an upstairs bedroom.
His apartment had the warm, stuffy feeling of being closed all day. Reaching out, he flipped the switch to start the window unit. It hummed to life, kicking out a cool blast of air. The room was dim, with only the streetlights casting orange ribbons of light across his warped hardwood floors. The unit was one big room, his king-size bed dominating the back wall, a small kitchen with an island on the opposite side, and a small living area tucked in between.
He turned to find her glancing around with apparent interest. She kicked off her heels and walked toward one of the windows. “Some people would kill for a corner unit in this housing market.”
Leaning against the kitchen island, he waited to see what she would do. Judging by the amount of pacing and fidgeting, her confidence had melted away. She paused before his bed, eyeing the rumpled, dark bedsheets. He’d thrown the covers back when he’d woken up that morning and hadn’t taken the time to pull them up.
“Is this where you bring all your dates?” She gestured to the bed. “Next time you should change the sheets between one-night stands.”
He didn’t respond. It was obvious his silence was bothering her. He was curious to see how she’d react.
Her cheeks filled with air, and she puffed out a big breath. “Okay, so how do we go about this?”
“I think that’s up to you, little girl.”
She unzipped her beaded bag and pulled out what had to be a whole package of condoms. Nicolai chuckled in spite of himself. What had she been planning on doing tonight?
Picking one up, she eyed the packaging before putting a corner between her teeth and ripping it open. She pulled out the condom and held it gingerly between thumb and index finger. “I’m pretty sure you have to unzip your pants for me to get this on.”
He was overwhelmed by a desire to protect her, even from herself. Any other man would’ve had her on her back with her legs in the air. “Go home, little girl.”
Something stubborn and determined touched her face, and for just a moment, Nicolai was in awe of her strength of purpose. “Oh hell no, Nicolai.”
Damn, if he didn’t enjoy hearing his name on her sweet lips.
“We’re in your apartment. There’s you and me, a great big bed, and plenty of condoms.” She walked right up and glared into his eyes before flinging the condom at his feet. “I’m getting laid.”
He might have held on to his principles if she hadn’t started stripping right there in front of him. She reached behind her neck and undid her top, letting the silky material fall down to expose her lacy black bra. His cock throbbed, his hands twitching at his sides as he tried not to imagine how soft and full her bare breasts would feel.
She unfastened her skirt and let it fall into a puddle around her feet before stepping clear. More black lace cupped her hips, satin ribbons anchoring her stockings in place. The sassy minx wasn’t wearing panties, and her pussy was shaved bare. His cock was so hard it was practically clawing its way out of his jeans, and his hands burned with the need to touch her. He was going to implode with the effort of remaining sti
ll.
“Your turn, Nicolai.”
Did she know he liked to hear her say his name? Sweat beaded on his bare head, sliding down his neck to the collar of his T-shirt. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back.
She unclipped her stockings, removed the garter belt, and tossed them onto the discard pile. Propping her foot on the edge of his bed, she carefully unrolled one stocking before switching legs. A spurt of precum soaked the inside of his boxer briefs. He wasn’t even sure she was trying to do a striptease. She looked like she was in a hurry to get down to business.
She turned her back to him and unclasped her bra, letting it fall and leaving her utterly naked. “I guess I should have asked downstairs. Are you gay or something?”
No, he was not frigging gay! He was trying to be a gentleman, dammit. And she was not cooperating. Her full-figured body might not have fit the cultural mold of svelte beauty, but she was everything Nicolai had ever looked for in a woman: full breasts, lush hips, curvy in all the right places with smooth skin and attitude. Yes, she had that in spades.
Climbing into the middle of his bed, she lounged back on her elbows. “If you don’t get your ass over here, I’m going to start without you.”
Unable to take any more, he slipped the leash on his control. Closing the distance to the bed in three strides, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside, leaving his jeans on for the moment.
He braced his weight on his forearms to keep from crushing her. With his body covering hers, he took her mouth in a satisfying kiss. She made hungry noises in the back of her throat, scraping her nails lightly over his shoulder blades. He slid his tongue into her mouth, marking her as he explored her depths and savored her wild taste.
She undulated against him. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, his twin silver barbells like cool points of contact between them. Light as a butterfly, her fingertips found his piercings. Lifting himself away, he watched to see what she’d do.
“These are the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” She looked up into his face before moving to press her lips against his right nipple.
He locked his arms to keep from collapsing on top of her as she curled her tongue around the round metal ball. Taking it into her mouth, she tugged, suckling gently. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat until he was light-headed.
Her hands were everywhere, skating up and down his abdomen, teasing his sides, and dancing around his waistband. She brushed the head of his cock with her fingertips, leaving wet trails of precum on his belly. His skin tingled at the contact, but it wasn’t enough. When she finally unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, Nicolai groaned with relief.
She touched his face, meeting and holding his gaze. “Take them off. I need you naked and inside me.”
He did as she asked, kicking off his work boots and pushing his jeans and boxers over his hips. When he was naked, he shifted, stretching out beside her and propping his head on one hand.
“What are you waiting for? This is the part where you fuck me.” The apprehension on her face was at odds with her demanding words.
So rushed, so ready for it to be over. Why? “Silly girl, we’re nowhere near that part.” He rested a hand low on her belly, moving lower when she made a protesting noise in her throat.
He tilted his hips, using one of his legs to pin her down as he lowered his mouth to her breast. Her skin tasted sweet. He swirled his tongue around her nipple until the damp bud was firm against his lips. He loved the way it hardened in his mouth. Nipping, he let it go and moved to the other one. Beneath him, her body heaved with each breath. She’d closed her eyes, parting her lips and arching her back to beg for more.
Leaving her breasts, he pressed a line of kisses down her belly. The sensitive skin of her bare pussy was smooth and soft. He brushed his lips over her mound, and she immediately shifted her legs to give him better access. The scent of her arousal was an aphrodisiac that sent a straight shot of lust to his cock. He knew she was hot and wet without looking.
Using the fingers of one hand, he gently spread her full lips until he could see her tight opening. She whimpered, her hips thrusting involuntarily. Her core was wet with her juices. Spreading her wider, he traced her contours with one fingertip. Her clitoris was swollen, and he knew her arousal had already reached the point of climax.
Nicolai fought back his own need until it thrummed along in the background like a beast in a carefully constructed cage. He kept himself tightly leashed at all times. Even in the bedroom he maintained a rigid policy of self-control, but he’d never come across a woman so utterly responsive. He wanted to savor her reactions, spread her wide, and take her like an animal until they were both sated. The desire was strong, but the need for her pleasure above his overrode all else.
Her opening flexed, her petals quivering with desire. Locking down his hunger, Nicolai slid down between her legs and lowered his head to taste her pussy. She was sweet and fresh, a perfect combination that melted on his tongue. He lapped at her entrance, finally taking her clit between his lips and suckling. Her hips jerked as she climaxed hard. Pushing her higher, he worked the swollen nub with his tongue until she was panting and thrashing beneath him. He slid his arms beneath her knees and lifted until her hips were off the bed and he was holding her pussy against his face, burying himself in her sweetness.
She came again, her hands twisting in his sheets as she cried out. Nicolai lowered her body back to the bed, remaining on his knees with his swollen cock bobbing in front of him. She looked dazed, but it lasted only a moment before she propped herself up on her elbows and met his gaze.
“Will you fuck me now, Nicolai?”
Oh hell.
Her hair had come undone. It framed her face in tangled waves that brushed her shoulders. Her green eyes were hazy with passion. Instinct told him he’d never deny her anything while she looked at him like that.
She produced a gold foil packet. Her full lips quirked up at the corners, and she put the condom package between her teeth to rip it open. Once the rolled disk was in her hand, she nibbled her lower lip and looked up at him. If she hadn’t looked so honestly baffled, he’d have thought she was torturing him on purpose.
“How do I do this, exactly?”
She was going to kill him with his own arousal. “Hold my cock and fit that over the head. Just remember to pinch the end when you roll it down.”
“Okay, the reservoir tip thingy. Got it.”
She grabbed his shaft in her soft hands, and he hissed in response. He was so hyperaware of her touch he was in danger of explosion.
“God, you’re huge.” She rolled the lubricated condom onto his cock. “Are you sure this will work?”
Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her closer until her breasts were pressed against his chest. The kneeling position forced her to straddle his hips. So close and yet so far from his ultimate goal. His cock brushed her mound, and he reached down to fit his head against her pussy.
From this angle, he had an up close view of her face when he breached her opening. Her expression was almost apprehensive. Using his hands, he guided her hips until he could slide all the way inside her body. Her lips parted, and she let out a surprised gasp of pleasure when he penetrated deeply.
It was heaven. He let out a measured breath and remained still to give them both a second to adjust. When she started to squirm, he began rocking against her. She cried out, flinging her head back and scoring his skin with her nails.
She was hot and tight. His thrusts were deep and long. Tilting her hips, she met him halfway. Her channel embraced him in liquid fire with each stroke. He cupped her sweet ass in his hands and increased his pace until they were straining together, their mingled cries echoing throughout the room.
He could feel her orgasm building around his cock. His balls grew tight, his seed fighting for release as he forced himself to hold back. He wanted more, a little more, more of her—her sweet scent surrounding him, her fire scorching his body as she t
ook all he had to give.
Nicolai came like a freight train, cum shooting from his cock as her pussy clamped down and she climaxed around him. He shouted as he came, wishing for the first time in his life that there was no flimsy barrier between him and his lover. He wanted to fill her body with his cum, to mark her forever as his.
That is unacceptable.
He slid his cock from her pussy before lowering her gently to the bed. Without another word, he retreated to his cramped bathroom. He didn’t glance back to see what she looked like, well loved and spent. It was quiet in the dim, white-tiled room. He carefully removed the condom and flushed it down the toilet before washing his hands. Bracing his hands on the edge of the pedestal sink, he took a deep breath to regain his composure. He caught sight of his reflection in the oval mirror and grimaced. He looked like a teenager who’d just gotten lucky for the first time. What the hell was he doing?
He’d had every intention of stopping things before they went this far. Of course, he’d expected her to hit the brakes first. Nothing could have prepared him for the uninhibited wild girl who’d just rocked his world.
Splashing water over his face and neck, Nicolai reached a decision. One that would hopefully stop this whole thing before it really got rolling. Girls like her did not belong with men like him. She was lost, that much was clear, but he wasn’t the one she needed to help her find herself. She came with strings, whether she realized it or not. Strings weren’t something he could handle in his life. It would be better for both of them to cut ties before it went any further. He pushed open the bathroom door and walked back toward the bed.
She hadn’t bothered to get dressed. She hadn’t even left his bed. She lay on her stomach, ankles crossed, and graceful legs waving in the air. She propped her chin on her elbows when he approached. Her unsettling gaze followed him as he pulled on his jeans and T-shirt.
“Nicolai, what are you doing?”
“Going back to work. It’s been more than the few minutes I promised Flynn.”
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