by Leslie Kelly
He chuckled, easing her closer until their bodies nearly touched from neck to knee. “I wouldn’t mind that kind of dancing. But try it my way this time, okay?” Troy said. Then he began to move, indicating by the brush of his thigh against hers, or a slight squeeze of his hand, which way he was going.
Venus almost surprised herself at how quickly she was able to catch on. The song was strictly Muzak, but she found herself almost liking it, feeling the rhythm as she began to relax in Troy’s arms. Catching sight of the two of them in the reflection of a mirror over the bar, she hid a smile, thinking she did feel very much like Cinderella.
Troy probably wouldn’t appreciate the comparison to Prince Charming, who, even she had to admit, had been something of a wimp. Troy wasn’t the kind of man who’d rely on a glass slipper instead of his own eyes to track down the girl at the end of the story. Actually, when she thought about it, Troy probably would have seduced the poor thing into his palace bachelor pad, making her miss her midnight curfew altogether.
She probably wouldn’t have given a damn.
“You must do this a lot,” she said. “You’re good.”
“Believe it or not, my mother forced us to take lessons when Trent and I were kids.”
She should have known he’d dance as well as he did everything else. As they moved to the music, she began to count the number of women who eyed him approvingly or, in some cases, hungrily. She lost count when she ran out of fingers. And toes.
“You’re doing very well, too,” he said. “Though, sometime, I’d like to try your kind of dancing. You’ve definitely put an image into my mind.” He lowered his voice. “Particularly since I know better than anyone what you have on under your clothes.”
Knowing he was referring to the underwear accompanying the dress, Venus bit her lip and lowered her eyes. “Uh, sorry to break it to you, but I’m not wearing them.”
He missed a step. “You have nothing on under that dress?”
She practically snorted. “Puh-lease. I haven’t gone braless since a month after I hit puberty.”
He sighed.
“But,” she admitted, “I’m not wearing the panties.”
Troy honestly tried to focus on the dance. Particularly since they were in the middle of a floor crowded with other couples, some less than graceful and prone to bumping into anyone in a ten-foot radius. But at Venus’s saucy announcement, he missed another step. “You’re really bad.”
“I thought we’d already established that,” she said, tossing her head and raising a brow.
“And I thought you were kidding when you said you don’t wear underwear.”
“Oh, you remember that, do you?”
Remember it? Remember her lying on the floor beside her bed, her sweet, naked butt the first sight he’d seen when he walked into her bedroom the other morning?
Yeah. He definitely remembered.
“I was kidding,” she finally admitted, her green eyes still sparkling with merriment.
“When were you kidding? Tuesday morning?” He glanced down at her dress, looking for any seams. He saw none. “Or now?”
Though it was probably wicked, he couldn’t help hoping she didn’t mean now. The idea of having her in his arms, in public, wearing a dress that felt like silky skin beneath his hands, bare from the waist down beneath it, was incredibly erotic.
“Tuesday,” she admitted, her smile sultry. She obviously knew what he’d been thinking. “I do wear them most of the time.”
“And tonight?”
She shrugged, drawing out the expectation with her silence. Then, finally, she shook her head.
He moved one hand down her back, continuing the dance. Resting his palm below her waist, just above the curve of her backside, he pulled her closer, letting her feel the way he’d reacted to the provocative image her confession had inspired.
Her eyes widened and he thought he heard a sound almost like a whimper. “I think I like your kind of dancing, too,” she admitted, pressing her body even closer.
“Good. Because I can’t walk off this floor right now,” he growled into her ear. “Are you going to tell me why you’re not wearing…anything?”
“They were very pretty, but I don’t do thongs.”
“Oh?”
She shook her head. “A friend of mine swears by them and got me to try them once. Frankly, I just don’t like feeling as if my cheeks are being flossed all night.”
He couldn’t prevent laughter from spilling out of his mouth. A few people on the dance floor looked over, but he ignored them.
“I suppose you had nothing else you could have worn?”
“Nope,” she said, completely unapologetic. “A dress this fabulous required something more special than anything I had in my suitcase.”
He nodded. “I agree with your reasoning. Much more special this way. There’s only one problem, the way I see it.”
She raised an inquisitive brow.
“That dress is silk. It tends to show moisture.” He brushed his lips across the tendril of hair at her temple, letting her feel his breaths. Moving his hand lower, until his fingers caressed the curve of her rear, he continued. “So you’d better be very careful not to get it wet.”
Her body tensed. This time, it was Venus who missed a step. He moved his hand around to her hip. “Or is it too late?”
“It was probably too late before we left the house,” she admitted, her voice thick and husky.
He swallowed, imagining her wet and ready for him. He remembered how slick and sweet she’d been the night before, the way she’d cried out when he’d caressed that hot flesh between her legs. Right now, he wanted to be inside her again more than he wanted to keep breathing. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“What about Max?”
“We have two cars.”
She smiled slightly. “Lucky thing.”
“If Max hadn’t found a reason for riding separately, I would have.”
“Oh? How?”
“I have no idea,” he admitted. “But I would have come up with something.”
Pressing against his body, she could feel the hard-on straining against his suit trousers. “I think you’ve already come up with something.”
“Yeah,” he growled. “It’s going to stay that way, and we’re going to have to keep dancing, if you don’t knock it off.”
No way were they sticking around any longer than necessary. She stepped back so quickly she nearly bumped into someone dancing behind them.
He grinned. “Anxious?”
“Dying.”
“Ditto.”
Luckily, Venus managed to behave herself for the next dance, until Troy felt in control enough to walk off the floor. They stopped to tell Max they were heading out, and he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he went out of his way to tell them to enjoy themselves at the house, since he would have to stay here for another couple of hours. This wasn’t the first time Max had looked at him and Venus with a hint of understanding in his eyes. Troy liked knowing he had the elderly man’s silent blessing.
They waited quietly while the valet brought his car around to the front entrance of the club. Troy didn’t so much as hold her arm, not trusting himself to put one finger on her because his need for her was so great. She appeared to be having a similar problem. She held her body straight and rigid, not meeting his eye, not until after they were in the car, pulling down the long driveway.
Troy made it about fifty yards away from the entrance before pulling off the side of the road. He stopped the car and reached for Venus. “I can’t wait.”
She unfastened her seat belt, leaning closer as their mouths met in a hot, frenzied kiss. “Me, neither.”
“God, I want you so much,” he muttered, tugging her closer. He lifted her right off her seat, placing her sideways in his lap. She wriggled her bottom against him, whimpering as she felt the raging erection that had returned.
They kissed again and again, their tongues hungrily mating as th
e heat in the car went from simmering to explosive.
“I told you this car is too damn small,” she muttered with a wince when they parted for air.
Glancing down, he saw the gear shift digging into her hip. “Here.” He slipped his hand down her body, until he reached her thigh. While he shifted her so her back was pressed against his chest, he tugged her dress up and her legs apart, then placed one of her sandal-clad feet on the seat she’d just vacated. The other was on the floor, right next to his own.
The high slit in the front of the dress fell open, revealing those beautiful toned legs, invitingly splayed open, the gear shift between her parted knees.
“Better?”
“Oh, much,” she said with a sigh as she turned her face to stare at him, her eyes hungry.
He agreed. The position was perfect. Her warm bottom fit snugly on his lap. She lifted her arm behind her head and turned her head up, tugging him down for another one of those wet, frenzied kisses. His own hands were free to explore her.
She nearly purred as he slid his palm higher up her thigh. “Checking to see if I was lying?”
“I know you weren’t lying, Venus,” he said. “I’m just accepting the invitation you issued when you left your underwear at home.”
She silently invited him again, parting her legs wider, urging him on. When he finally reached the apex of her thighs, he found her warm, wet, and open. And, of course, unclothed.
Slipping his fingers between her slick folds, he heard her breath catch in her throat. He kissed her again, absorbing her whimpers and moans with his mouth as he slid one finger deep inside her and toyed with her clitoris with his thumb.
“You’re going to make me come right on the side of the road, where someone could drive past at any second,” she said, sounding both indignant and excited as hell.
“Yeah,” he replied, completely unapologetic. “I am.”
She smiled, then kissed him again, rocking her body against his fingers. The heady smell of sex filled the quiet car, the silence interrupted only by the sounds of their harsh breathing and her helpless whimpers. She was beautiful, open and responsive beneath his hands. Completely trusting. Intoxicatingly feminine.
Entirely his.
When her frenzy intensified, he took her higher until she shuddered and moaned her completion. She shook beneath his hand, her muscles contracting as her body was overcome with her rush of pleasure.
Troy watched her, saw the flush rise in her face, and her lips part as she gasped for air. Her eyes were nearly closed, her head tilted back. She bit her lip as she shook with her powerful climax. Venus was an incredibly responsive woman, and it took all his willpower to avoid following her over the edge.
He moved his hand to lightly caress her thigh and hip. Then, kissing her jaw, he whispered, “You’re incredible.”
Her breathing hadn’t even yet returned to normal when she turned around and reached for his zipper. “So are you.”
“I think in this instance you’re right—the car’s too small,” he said with a heartfelt sigh, wishing right now that he’d bought a damn station wagon. Or a minivan. Or a bus.
She shook her head, undeterred, and eased the zipper down. Scooting off his lap, she knelt in the passenger seat and gave him a wicked look. “Fair’s fair.”
When she freed him from his trousers and cupped him in her hand, he jerked up, unable to resist the touch of her cool fingers against his heated skin. “Venus…”
“Shh,” she said as she reached across him, her upper body in his lap, her curvy rear sticking up in the next seat. He paused to appreciate the view until she pushed the seat release lever. Troy fell back in the car to a reclining position. He had to laugh at her determination. Then she moved over him, again sitting on his lap, but this time face-to-face.
“Hot, fast sex in the car. This isn’t exactly as intoxicating and erotic as I’d planned,” he told her.
“This is erotic as hell,” she replied with certainty. “Besides, considering we’ve been having verbal foreplay for hours, I have a feeling this is just going to be an appetizer. You need to blow off steam to get ready for the main course.”
He groaned, picturing all the things he planned to do to her when they got home. Main course was a pretty apt description, as he planned to feast on every inch of her long, luscious body.
Venus slid down, closer now, holding her wet opening just out of reach of his straining erection. Unable to resist, he thrust up, entering her the tiniest bit. Her eyes widened. “Impatient, are you?”
He responded by encircling her head with his hands, his fingers twisting into her hair as he pulled her down for a slow, wet kiss. “You’re not?” he whispered against her lips. Their kiss was carnal, filled with promise, heat and desire. He moved again, surging a little deeper.
But not nearly deep enough. “Have mercy,” he whispered.
Before she could reply, a bright flash of light lit up the interior of the still-running car. Venus’s eyes widened in panic as she rose to peek out the back windshield. “A car. Coming from the country club.”
She was off his lap and in her seat so fast, he wondered if he’d imagined he’d been an inch inside her eight seconds before.
He groaned, then grabbed the seat lever and brought himself up to a sitting position. “I think we’d better go. Another near miss and I’m not going to give a damn if it’s Max, or the president of the charitable society, or the state police.”
They sat silently, watching a car drive by, its occupants staring out the windows in abject curiosity as they passed.
“I think you’re right. Let’s get home,” she murmured, obviously still as aroused and ready as he.
He threw the Jaguar into gear and hit the gas, turning toward Max’s estate. The thick silence in the car remained heady with expectation as they drove.
He’d never known a more erotic woman, and had never imagined the intoxication of being with someone so fully in tune with her desires. He just didn’t know quite how anxious she was. At least, not until she reached into his lap again. “What are you…”
“Shh,” she whispered. “You have to blow off that steam, or my night is just going to be ruined.”
He only knew what she meant when she bent down over his lap and put her lips over him.
“Holy hell,” he muttered, managing to keep the car on the road as she engulfed him with her warm, wet mouth. “You can’t…”
“I can,” she whispered as she pressed kisses all over his erection and reached into his pants to gently stroke him. “And I am. So get used to it and get us home.”
Get used to it? Get used to heat and warmth and silky wetness sucking him deeper and deeper toward absolute bliss?
Okay, yeah, he could get used to it. He just didn’t know if he could concentrate on driving long enough to stay alive to get used to it! “Venus, you have to stop,” he said as she wrung a deep moan of pleasure from his throat. “I could crash.”
“Think of how that’d look in the papers,” she whispered, her breaths tickling his sensitive skin. She nibbled, licked again, then sucked him deeper. “New Atlanta executive crashes during oral pleasure with plucky Baltimore bartender.”
His laugh segued into another long, guttural groan. He pressed the gas pedal harder, seeing the exit for Buckhead, dying to get home to end this incredibly erotic torture.
He’d just spotted the gates outside Max’s driveway when he felt the signaling waves of anticipation roll through his body. He was close. Very close. “Holy mother…”
“Are we home yet?”
“You have to stop,” he told her, his voice ragged and nearly out of control as he cruised the car up the driveway. He was hardly mindful of the trees lining the drive, maneuvering by instinct rather than sight.
“Oh, but I don’t want to stop,” she insisted as she lowered her mouth over him again.
He hit the brakes beneath the porte cochere, throwing the car into Park and grabbing her by the shoulders about ten secon
ds before too late. Hauling her up, he pulled her mouth to his and kissed her, absorbing her taste and her frenzy.
She tasted erotic. Of sex and intimacy. And endless, mindless pleasure. Their tongues tangled and met even as she moved her hand to his lap in order to coax him into that final, body-rocking climax.
When it was over, when he was drained and spent, he sagged back in his seat. Troy waited for an outside light to flip on, for the housekeeper or a maid to open the front door and catch them in the car in this incriminating position.
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
“I’m sorry, I think I ruined your pants,” she whispered.
“Screw the pants.”
She smiled lazily. “Okay, Troy, that was the appetizer. But don’t think for a minute you’re off the hook for the intoxicating and erotic.”
“Deal,” he muttered. “Now, give me five minutes to get my brain working again and we can go inside and get started.”
Merciless, Venus grabbed for the door handle. “You’ve got five seconds.” She hopped out of the car, anxious to get up to her room, or Troy’s, and get naked with him. Oral sex and orgasms were lovely. But she wanted more. A lot more.
Biting a cheek to hide her grin, she watched as Troy adjusted himself, then took his suit coat off and draped it over his arm. The coat did an effective job of covering the crotch of his pants. But she doubted anything could disguise the smell of passion they both exuded. Thankfully, they didn’t run into Mrs. Harris or anyone else when they entered the dark, quiet house.
His was the first doorway off the top of the stairs, so that’s where they stopped, by unspoken consent. Once inside, he shut and locked the door, then dropped the coat.
“Do you still need five minutes?” she asked. She reached for her zipper, knowing he didn’t. She’d learned the night before that Troy wasn’t one of those men who needed a lot of down time.
He shook his head and took her into his arms, pulling her hands down to her sides and holding them there. “Now we’re on my clock, honey.” He kissed her lightly, licking her lips in a quick tease, then pulling away to nibble on her cheek, her earlobe and her neck. “So it’s time to slow down.” His whisper sent warm breath against her flesh and tingles down her spine. He kissed her again, still teasing, still building this at his own pace. “The pool was yours, Venus,” he whispered against her throat. Then he laughed softly, a wicked laugh full of anticipation and seduction. “So was the car…”