Sexy All Over

by Jamie Sobrato

  His gaze turned dark. “I was hoping we could get past this whole sex thing tonight and talk about something else. If that’s not possible, you should just tell me.”

  His serious tone caught her by surprise, even stung a little. She’d never felt so silly over her own sexual desires. All her life, she’d gotten whatever she wanted from men, especially when it came to sex. And now Booty Call Ken was calling her out on it?

  She tried to work up some outrage, but instead, she felt bad. As though she was using him, and she deserved whatever criticism he had to dish out.

  “Look, I’m sorry,” she said. “I think we have a case of differing expectations here, and there’s one thing I’ve learned from working with people. That is if you don’t deliver what a person expects, there’s a big chance for disappointment.”

  “See, I don’t even know what kind of work you do.” He set down the saxophone and went to her, took her hand, guiding her to the love seat on the other side of the room.

  “I’m an attorney.”

  Snore. Who cared? She certainly didn’t care about discussing the law tonight.

  “Really, wow. What kind of law do you practice?”

  “International law. Now could we talk about something besides my work?”

  “Are you a jazz fan?” he asked when she sat down.

  She shrugged. “Not exactly, but I don’t dislike it, either.”

  “It’s all about understanding the music. It’s different from any other kind.”

  Talia glanced at her watch with a sinking feeling that her chance to get laid was slipping away.

  Maybe she should just tell him how long it had been since she’d had Booty Call Ken-caliber sex, and he’d understand the urgency.

  “Do you have any intention of sleeping with me tonight?”

  He laughed, but there wasn’t any humor in it. “I guess we can’t get past sex, can we?”

  Another pang of guilt hit Talia. There was some vibe about Ken that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. As though this was the kinder, gentler Ken.

  “Okay, okay. We can, if that’s what you want. I have to tell you though, I don’t do serious. I don’t do falling in love, and I don’t do happily-ever-after. If you can accept that about me, then we can chat all damn night.”

  “So, what? You don’t ever want to get serious with a guy?”

  “Exactly!” She smiled and heaved a sigh of relief, glad he finally understood.

  Talia loved her life just the way it was. She loved her sex hot, her commitments short and her freedom intact.

  His gaze searched hers. “I hope I can change your mind about that.”

  Talia’s smile vanished. “Why?”

  “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the last time we were together. I want to give us a chance, see what might happen if we do something together besides have sex.”

  “Look,” she said. “I’m flattered, but I really came here just to get naked.”

  She hadn’t wanted to be so blunt, but he had forced the issue. She stood up and started across the room, feeling like a complete fool now for having come here without underwear.

  Ken followed and stopped her with a hand on her arm. “You’re leaving? Just like that?”

  “I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to hope for something that isn’t going to happen.” She shrugged off his grasp and headed for the door.

  “I have one question,” she said, turning back to him. “Why the phone sex?”

  He flashed a tired smile. “I thought it might ease some of the sexual tension so we could relax and get to know each other.”

  “Sorry it can’t work out.”

  She opened the door and stepped outside. He didn’t try to stop her, which both relieved her and left her feeling vaguely edgy.

  When Talia was alone in her car again, the breeze from the air-conditioning vent feeling uncomfortably cold, she blinked away an unwelcome dampness in her eyes.

  What the hell was going on? Had the whole world gone insane, when a girl couldn’t even enjoy a little no-strings-attached sex? And what had happened to Booty Call Ken, the one she’d known and lusted after?

  This was so not how her night of fun was supposed to turn out.

  7

  NAOMI HAD NEVER FELT so scandalous in her life. She’d sat through dinner and the awards ceremony unable to think of anything but what would come after. Her deal with Zane, his promise to her—it was all too much. And as the ceremony came to a close and people began vacating their seats, Zane cut short a conversation with the man next to him and turned to her.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he said.

  She smiled. “You mean there’s not an after-party?”

  “Just our own private one.”

  He extended a hand to her, and they made their way through the maze of tables toward the exit. As they passed Jack Hiller, Naomi oh-so-casually smiled and waved to him. She was being such the picture of professionalism tonight. If word ever got out what she was really doing with Zane, she’d be ruined.

  Which was exactly why they shouldn’t be going upstairs to a hotel suite, as he’d suggested earlier.

  When they were in the lobby again, he headed toward the reception desk.

  “Wait,” she whispered. “I don’t think staying here is a good idea.”

  He turned and pinned her with a gaze full of heat and promise. “Why not?”

  “Someone might see us. Some of your co-workers who’ve drank too much probably have rooms here, and—”

  “Got it, and good point. I’m supposed to stop doing things like this in public, right?”

  “Come to my place.”

  “I’m not sure I can wait that long.”

  “I’m worth the wait.” Or at least she could try to be.

  “I’m an impatient man, but I’m damn sure you are worth it.”

  This was her big chance.

  If she could prove that she was capable of an orgasm with a guy, then she could relax and stop worrying. And if she couldn’t? No sense in negative thoughts now, not when she had Zane—her last best chance—ready to take her to bed. One way or another, Naomi was going to get hers tonight.

  They left the hotel, then waited as a valet retrieved Zane’s car. Naomi smiled when she saw the old black BMW pull up. It was a little rough looking, but it had style—much like Zane.

  Naomi lived about twenty minutes from the hotel, but the ride felt endless, when all she could think about was what would happen at the end of it. After she’d given him directions, Zane drove in silence as an oldies rhythm-and-blues station played on the radio.

  In the silence, all her doubts started welling up, vying for her attention, chipping away at her resolve to take control of her sex life. This was her next test—to see if she could really go through with her plan.

  Zane glanced over at her occasionally, and finally he spoke up.

  “You look like you’re in deep thought.”

  “I guess my guilty conscience is acting up again, telling me I shouldn’t be about to sleep with a client and a man I barely know.”

  “You can back out any time. Don’t do this if you’re not sure.”

  “I don’t want to back out. I just want to stop feeling guilty.” Talia was right. She might as well have been raised by nuns, for all her outdated guilt.

  Zane braked and veered off the road onto the shoulder. They were in a residential area not far from Naomi’s place.

  “Why are we stopping?”

  Instead of answering, he leaned over the stick shift, pulled her closer, and kissed her. Naomi’s insides turned liquid as his tongue coaxed her mouth open. His skin, rough against hers, was exactly the sort of friction she’d been aching for. He kissed her until she was ready to strip off her dress right there in the car, then he pulled away.

  “Still feeling guilty?” he asked.

  “No,” she said, smiling.

  “Not even a little bit?”

  This time, it was her turn to lean over
the stick shift. She returned his intensity with her own, slid her hand up his thigh as their tongues mingled, found his growing erection, and rubbed her palm against it until he was nearly pulling her into his lap.

  When she broke the kiss, they were both breathless.

  “Not even a little bit,” she whispered.

  He put the car back in gear, driving the remaining blocks to her apartment as if he had a fire to put out there. And after he’d parked haphazardly in the lot, he sprang out of the car and made it to her side before she could climb out.

  Zane opened the door for her and pulled her out, then pinned her against the car with his body. “Once we’re alone in there, I’m not going to pretend to be a gentleman anymore.”

  Thank God.

  “Good thing, because I won’t be behaving like a proper lady.”

  Naomi’s breathing had grown shallow, and if her dress were any tighter, she was sure she’d have passed out from all the excitement. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy had made her feel so hot, then she realized it was true—Zane did have a fire to put out in her apartment, and if he didn’t get to it soon, she was going to burst into flames.

  A few minutes later, they were in her foyer, and as she closed the door, she felt as if she were closing the door on a whole chapter of her life, as if everything that happened from this point forward would tell a new story about her that had never been told before.

  She went for a switch to turn on the lights, but Zane stopped her before she could, lifted her up, and headed down the hallway. She dropped her purse on the floor, then flipped a switch as they passed one, and the hallway lights came on.

  “Where’s your bedroom?”

  “Door on the right,” she said as she slid her arms around his neck and held on. She liked this thoroughly ungentlemanly Zane—not that he’d ever been a gentleman in the first place, but knowing that he’d finally taken off the sheep suit and was parading around her apartment as the wolf he really was set her pulse racing.

  He was a little bit dangerous, and she liked it.

  Inside her bedroom, she’d left a lamp on in her hurry to get out the door earlier. He set her on her feet, and she fought a wave of dizziness to finally have Zane alone and ready to do her bidding.

  His gaze scorched her. “You’d better take off that dress if you want to save it,” he said, and Naomi was unzipping it before he’d finished the sentence.

  He stripped off his jacket and bow tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, but before he could finish, she’d let her dress fall to the floor and was there to help him. Their gazes locked as she finished undoing the last few buttons. Then he was kissing her and, somehow between the two of them, he managed to get undressed.

  Naomi sighed as she slid her hands over the smooth flesh of his chest for the first time. He felt as good as he looked, and he smelled hot and citrusy. His body was flawless, his erection large and full—a promise of pleasures to come.

  He bent and removed his wallet from his pants, then found a condom, tore open the wrapper, and slid it on.

  She took in the sight of him again, so hot, so near, so ready, and she smiled a wicked smile.

  Zane stripped her of her bra, shoes, stockings and panties, then eased her onto the bed. She lay there in the lamplight suddenly feeling a little less naughty and a little more exposed and vulnerable. Why couldn’t she just relax and enjoy this for what it was—a hot night with a hot guy?

  Was it because to her, tonight was so much more than just a hot encounter? Because it was the event that her sexual self-image hinged upon?

  But when she looked at Zane, at his bare, delicious torso and his bedroom eyes as he climbed on top of her—hovered over her—her body hummed with anticipation. She wanted him like nothing she could ever remember having wanted before. She wanted him right down to her very core.

  He brushed his fingertips along her inner thighs and sent a shudder through her. The last of her niggling doubts disappeared.

  A smile played on his lips. “You want me badly, don’t you?”

  “Are you always so sure of yourself?”

  “Pretty much, but I also like to know what you like best, so tell me.”

  Naomi’s breath caught in her throat when he dipped his head down and placed a slow kiss on her neck. A shaky feeling erupted between her legs.

  “Mmm, more of that,” she whispered, plunging her fingers into his hair.

  “How about if I do this?” he murmured as he tilted her chin up and placed another kiss on her mouth.

  This time, he lingered, parting her lips and entering with his tongue, then taking his time as he tasted, explored and teased her.

  “That’s always a good move.”

  “Yeah?” His gaze had a knowing quality that made Naomi feel as if he could see her true desires, as if he knew she was a woman who had no idea what she really wanted.

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  “How about this?”

  Her insides started spinning out of control as he slid his hands up her rib cage and cupped her breasts. His fingertips brushed her nipples, then squeezed them, and she sighed.

  He dipped his head down and kissed the upper half of her breast, then took it into his mouth and began to suck all her inhibitions away. Whatever he wanted to do, she’d do it.

  No more being a good girl, no more being proper and controlled.

  Naomi was ready to go wild.

  “Yes,” she said in a whoosh of breath. “I definitely want more of that.”

  One of his hands slid down her torso, as if drawn by the throbbing ache between her legs to that very spot. His fingers brushed against her, and she heard another whoosh of breath come from her throat.

  “How about this?” His hand moved to her thigh, away from the crazy ache, and she nearly growled.

  Her eyes shot open. He’d freed her of her inhibitions. She reached down and put his hand back where it belonged. “I want you right there.”

  When he started rubbing her, she sighed.

  Naomi had never been so sure of anything in her life. She just wanted to relax and enjoy the ride. Relax, of course, being the operative word. She wanted more than anything to get lost in the moment, to forget everything but their bodies.

  Yet she was wanting it a little too much, and thinking about it way too much.

  When Zane began trailing kisses up her thigh, his breath tickling her, his lips setting off little chemical reactions wherever they touched, she squirmed and buried her fingers in his hair.

  And then his mouth found ground zero. He spread her legs apart, cupped her bottom in his hands, and ran his tongue over her clit in one long, slow lick that nearly drove her wild.

  She bucked against him, grasped at the sheets, and sighed as his tongue dipped inside her, first a little, then a lot. He licked and sucked and explored, and she suddenly had the feeling an orgasm was going to be no problem at all.

  She’d brought herself to climax alone more times than she cared to count—had become a master of masturbation, as sad a title as it was—but the thought of finally getting there with a guy…A guy as hot as Zane, no less—it was just too much excitement for one girl to handle.

  “I want you inside me,” she said, gasping.

  And that was all the permission he needed to spread her legs wide and settle his delicious weight on top of her. His heat, his hardness, his everything felt so right, so perfect….

  Naomi’s head was spinning now, her mind a jumble of desires. Her body had no intention of listening to anything but “yes” and “go for it.” Zane’s warm breath tickled her cheek, until he nuzzled his face into her neck and started doing something amazing with his tongue.

  She squirmed, and a moment later he was looking at her. His erection pressed against her, on the verge of entering her, so close, but so agonizingly not what she ached for.

  “You’re ready for me,” he said.

  “Yes.”

  With a thrust of his hips, he slid inside her all the wa
y. She sighed at the way he invaded and explored her, at the sweet tension that built and built as he began to move inside her.

  His gaze, still locked on her, intensified his every thrust, made her feel as if it weren’t just their bodies intertwined, but also their souls. She wrapped her legs tight around his hips and tilted her pelvis to accommodate his full length, but she couldn’t look away from his eyes. Not for a second.

  Not until he kissed her, a soul-deep kiss that felt almost as good as he did between her legs.

  He stopped and offered her a smoldering look. “I know a way I can pleasure you better,” he said, removing his body from hers and pulling her up.

  He sat back on his knees between her legs and lifted her hips, pulling her forward until she was against him. He supported the weight of her hips, and she held her torso up with her arms as he slid inside her again.

  The new position created a warm, sweet friction in just the right spot inside her, as Zane thrust slowly into her. With one hand he began massaging her clit, and she felt her insides tensing, preparing for that ever-elusive release.

  She was so close.

  She closed her eyes and let go.

  Let go of all the shoulds and should-nots that crowded her head. Let go of her fears. Let go of her every last thought.

  He quickened the pace and increased the tension where it counted most, and she opened her eyes. Their gazes locked again as he pushed her toward a release she knew now was inevitable. And as he looked into her soul with his dark, inscrutable gaze, she felt a great rush of pleasure come over her.

  Her body tensed around him, her cries drowned out all other sound, and her body quaked in an orgasm so intense she felt it all the way down to her toes. And then he spilled into her. He gasped, closed his eyes, and pleasured her with a few final thrusts that dragged out her own release as he found his.

  Naomi’s thoughts swirled, then formed around the idea that she’d finally done it—or Zane had finally done it. They both had. She felt like springing up on the bed and doing a victory dance.

  Finally, she’d stepped out of the tepid bath and into a bubbling hot tub, and she understood what all the fuss was about. Her body continued to quake with aftershocks, and as Zane fell on the bed and pulled her on top of him, she smiled.