The challenge was too much for him, firing his blood. The way her cleavage was about to spill out of that top short-circuited his brain. “Nope, I don’t have a damn thing to say to you. I have something I want to do to you, though.”
With that, he reached out, grabbed her arm and jerked her toward him, groaning when her curves fitted against him. Thrusting his fingers into her hair, he gave her a second to protest if she wanted. She didn’t. Her hazel eyes locked on his lips, and he couldn’t resist kissing her. Soft and sweet. All of her. Just as he’d thought. Her arms curled around his neck and she strained against him.
The encouragement was like offering a banquet to a starving man. He swept his tongue between her lips, and she moaned into his mouth. A tiny part of his mind wondered what in hell he was doing, but then her slender body twisted in his arms, rubbing her breasts over his chest. Fire exploded in his veins, and any sense of reality went out the window. There was no way he could pull back now. He had to have more. Everything.
Tightening his grip on her hair, he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his lips. He kissed, sucked, and bit his way down her neck, and her nails dug into his shoulders. She whispered, “This is crazy.”
Didn’t he know it? But he didn’t want that reminder, so he sank his teeth into her neck and made her writhe. She lifted one leg and twined it around his hip, arching her body into his.
“Dean! Please, Dean. More.”
Her breathless cry, her slim form molded to his, the smell of her desire sent lust shooting through his system. He bit her skin lightly, and a low sob spilled from her. She undulated against him, rubbing her cunt over his cock through their clothing. He couldn’t wait. He wanted his hands on her naked flesh, his mouth on her breast, his face buried in her juicy sex. Any or all of the above. Releasing her silky hair, he slipped his fingers down over her brief top, pausing to circle her tight nipple before he moved to the zipper on her coveralls. His knuckles brushed her bare midriff and the rasp of the zipper parting made anticipation grip his gut.
She shrugged out of the top of the coveralls, and he dipped his hand in until he reached her panties. Edging underneath the scrap of cotton, he delved into the soft thatch of hair between her thighs. She whimpered, tightening her leg around his hip, opening herself wider for him. It was an invitation he couldn’t resist. Her moisture coated his fingers as he slid up and down her slit, the musky scent of her curling into his nostrils. God, he loved that smell. Lush woman and hot sex. His cock ached with the need to plunge inside her. Instead, he pushed two fingers into her cunt. “So wet for me, sweetheart.”
“Dean,” she whispered, a quiver running through her.
Damn, but he loved the sound of his name on her lips, said in that needy little voice. Sweat broke out on his forehead, his heart hammering in his chest. He ran his thumb over her clit, and her hips bucked against his hand, her hands clenching tight on his shoulders. Sliding his fingers out of her, he plunged them back in. Again and again, building a swift rhythm. The heel of his hand rode her clit. She cried out, her body moving in time with his hand, her head thrown back in utter abandon as she gave herself over to him. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Jesus, he’d never been this hot in his life, and he wasn’t even inside her. Leaning in, he caught her nipple in his mouth, sucking through her thin shirt. When he bit down on the tight peak, she screamed, her sex fisting around his thrusting fingers.
It was too much. He slid his fingers from her and stepped back just long enough to strip her. Her skin was pale against the thatch of dark curls between her thighs. Her dusky nipples were beaded crests still damp from his mouth. Her slim, bare body looked every bit as gorgeous as he’d ever imagined, framed by the long brown hair that spilled around her shoulders. Yes, that’s how he wanted her. Naked and ready for him. Grabbing her arm, he dragged her over to his desk so he could rummage through the top drawer until he came up with the little foil packet he sought.
“You keep condoms in your office?” Andi arched her eyebrows at him, incredulousness flashing over her features. But her hands were busy on his fly, a wicked grin on her lips. She popped open the button and slid her hands into his pants, stroking him through his boxers.
“Jesse and I have both gone straight to a date from work once or twice.” He barely got the words out over the pleasure sizzling through him. If she kept that up, he wasn’t going to last long enough to make this much fun for her. “It’s a good idea to be prepared.”
“Yeah, you’re a real couple of Boy Scouts.” Her eyes sparkled with laughter. She slipped her hand down the front of his underwear, and his hips jerked at the first contact of her fingers on his dick. He had to clench his teeth to keep from coming then and there. She smiled. “Let’s get that condom on you.”
A laugh spilled out of him. “I like you so much.”
It was probably the most honest thing he’d ever said to her, though she’d never know it. He suppressed that thought and, to distract himself, he swooped down and caught her lips with his. She shoved her tongue into his mouth, and the kiss turned feral. It was all lips and teeth and tongue, struggling for control of the moment. He cupped one of her breasts, chafed the nipple with his thumb, pinched and rolled the tight tip between his fingers. She moaned, pumping his cock hard and driving him to the edge of madness.
“Condom,” he growled. “Now.”
Those hazel eyes fluttered, glazed with passion. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He chuckled, then hissed in a breath when she took the rubber from him, tore the wrapper with her teeth, and had him covered in no time. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her around and bent her over the desk. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, then eased into her pussy. Their groans echoed in the small room, and he had to grit his teeth to keep a little control. Goddamn, this was good. Pulling back, he plunged into her slick heat again. And again. His thrusts picked up speed and force. There was no way he could be gentle now. It felt as if electricity shot through him, frying his nerve endings. He fucked her hard and fast, with little finesse, just a driving need to get as deep inside her as possible.
She didn’t seem to mind. No, she was right there with him every second, pressing her hips back to meet him halfway. “Oh God, I’m so close.”
“Andi.” Her name. It was the only thing he could think to say, his mind unable to wrap itself around the carnal pleasure pounding through him. He just needed her, needed more, needed it now. He leaned forward, twined his fingers with hers and pinned her in place. He turned his head and bit her shoulder.
She screamed, high and thin, and her pussy contracted once. Hard. The breath seized in his lungs, a shudder passing through him. He bucked his hips, hilting himself inside her. It was too much, and the tenuous hold he had on his self-control snapped. “Come for me, Andi. Now.”
“Yes!” She arched higher, pressing herself closer to him. Her breathing was as ragged as his, and he groaned every time he thrust into her hot, tight cunt. Her inner muscles clamped around his cock, and he thought his skull might explode. Her body tensed, and he knew the moment orgasm took her. Her fingers clenched around his, her body undulating as he rode her through her climax, dragging it out for her. “Dean! Oh, my God. Dean!”
He broke. Sinking balls-deep inside her pussy, he stopped fighting orgasm. Cum jetted out of him, and he came harder than he ever had in his life. Heart hammering so loudly it drowned out all other sounds, he kept rocking into her as the high went on and on. Groans wrenched out of him and he shuddered, finally spent.
He watched as Andi turned her head and rested her cheek against the desk, sighing. Her skin was flushed, a satiated smile curving her lips. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t find the words. There was nothing to say. Nothing that wouldn’t make something he’d craved for so damn long into something ugly. Reality crashed around him, the way he’d known it would. He shouldn’t have done this.
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bsp; He dropped his forehead to rest between her shoulder blades and drank in the scent of her. So sweet and uniquely Andi, now mingled with the smell of hot sex and him. He liked that far more than he should. The truth was he’d loved every second of this, but the reasons he’d avoided touching her hadn’t changed.
Damn it.
Chapter Three
Jesus, he needed coffee. A gallon of it. And it was just his luck that he’d run out at home and forgotten to buy more. No, not luck. Distraction. He’d meant to pick some up on the way home from the shop yesterday, but he’d gotten sidetracked by fucking his brains out.
Grit burned his eyes as he shut and locked his front door, jogging down the street toward a nearby restaurant he preferred. He’d already called in his order, so with any luck it would be ready to go by the time he got there. Good food and just down the block. He couldn’t beat that. After the long haul from Reno to Sacramento and back again to pick up the new engine for the VW, he just wasn’t up to dealing with a drive to the grocery store. Some takeout food and a to-go cup of java and he’d be set for the evening.
Maybe after a good night of sleep, he’d know what he was going to say to Andi when he got to the shop in the morning. After a day of wrestling with the problem, he still didn’t have a clue. He’d dodged a bullet by having to pick up the motor, so he hadn’t had to see her today, but that reprieve was dwindling fast. Should he act as if nothing had happened? Should he go through with asking her to bow out as host? Hell, he’d never slept with an employee, and with good reason. What should his next move be? It was unsettling that he didn’t know. He liked to be in control, he liked to have his shit together and a plan in place. Right now? He was just twisting in the wind.
It was a nasty shock when he walked into his restaurant and saw Andi there eating dinner with another woman. Even then, he couldn’t stop the punch of lust that reverberated through him. Last night should have slaked his need for her, but instead it had intensified. His cock went rock hard at the first glance. It didn’t help that she clearly hadn’t changed after work, because this outfit was just as revealing as the one she’d worn the day before. God help him.
The two women’s conversation died when they noticed him standing in the doorway. He cleared his throat, moving forward until he stood next to their table. “Hi, Andi.”
Wow, smooth opening, Kasen. He managed not to wince at his own banality. Barely. Both women stood to face him, Andi silent and wearing an inscrutable expression, the leggy redhead with her staring with open curiosity.
She grinned, eyeing him up and down before she held out her hand. “I’m Taylor Vance, Andi’s best friend. Nice to meet you.”
“And you.” He gave her hand a quick shake and let it go. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just stopping in to grab a to-go order.”
“You’re not interrupting, actually. We just finished, and I have to head over to the firehouse for my shift.” She gestured to the crisp firefighter’s uniform she had on. The redhead laid some cash on the table, turned, and gave Andi a quick hug. “Call me later, okay?”
“I will.”
And then he had Andi all to himself. He stared at her for a long moment, unsure what to say. He’d known her for years, spoken to her every day at work, but last night had thrown the universe off-kilter. What were they now? Employee and boss? Lovers? All of the above? Fuck if he knew. “Are you all right? About what happened?”
Her cheeks reddened and she glanced around. “Um, do we have to talk about this here?”
“No, let me pick up my order. Then we take a walk and talk.”
“Okay.” Her breath sighed out, and relief relaxed her features.
He paid for his food at the counter, picked up the plastic bag and Styrofoam cup of coffee, and turned to head out with Andi close on his heels. He transferred everything to one hand so he could hold the door open for her, and then set his palm on her lower back to steer her in the right direction. She shivered and glanced back at him, but didn’t pull away. That hot spark of awareness flashed in her gaze. His cock hardened to a steel bar, making his jeans uncomfortably tight. He spread his fingers wider on her back, his pinky edging under the hem of her t-shirt. “Just around the corner here.”
“Where are we going?” she asked when they hit the sidewalk beyond the small parking lot.
“My place. I live just down the street.” A warning sounded in the back of his mind, telling him this was not a good idea, that testing his control this soon after losing it entirely was a bad plan. He ignored that inner voice and kept his hand right where it was on her back, urging her on. “You wanted to talk in private, didn’t you?”
She hesitated, but then her chin dipped in a nod and she kept walking. The silence was punctuated by their footsteps on the sidewalk. She cleared her throat. “Um…I didn’t know you lived around here.”
Humming, he traced his finger along the top of her snug jeans. “Most of my life. I bought the place from my parents when they retired to Phoenix.”
“Wow.” She stopped in his driveway, arching her eyebrows. “This house looks a lot newer than anything your parents could have owned.”
He shrugged and pressed her forward. “I’ve updated a bit since I bought it.”
“A bit, huh? Yeah, right.” She moved up the porch steps. “What do your parents think?”
“I warned them I was going to make changes when I bought the house.” He hated to stop touching her, but he had to dig into his pocket for his keys to unlock and open the front door. “My mom loves it. Dad was grumpy about it for a while, but that was more about his doctor making him retire than anything about the house. They come stay with me a few times a year. Dad even helps me out with some of the projects now.”
She chuckled as she stepped inside the house. “Sounds like your dad. And mine. Can’t keep a tool out their hands.”
“Sounds like us, too.”
“Yeah, it does. I’m happiest with a wrench in my hand and car that needs a fix.”
“I know. I like that about you.” A foolish thing to say, but true nonetheless. He’d never met another woman who really got the way he enjoyed getting a little dirty working on a car. It felt good when he brought one of those old beauties back to life.
A surprised smile fluttered at the corners of her mouth before she spun away and waved an arm around to encompass the house. “Oh. Um… The place is beautiful. You’ve done a great job with it.”
Warmth filled him at the compliment. He’d had several people make flattering comments about his house, but none of them got to him the way hers did. He wanted her to like his place, and he wanted her approval. It shouldn’t matter what she thought, but it did. He led the way into the kitchen, set his food and coffee on the counter, and popped the top off the Styrofoam cup. “You want half of this?”
“No, thanks. Caffeine too late in the day keeps me up all night, and I need some sleep after—” She cut herself off, but it was too late.
“After we screwed like minks most of the night last night?” On the desk, in his office chair, against the wall. For hours. He hadn’t been able to get enough, and it was a damn sight more fun than facing the conversation they were about to have now.
Dragging in a breath that made her breasts threaten to spill from her shirt and made his cock rub against his fly, she sighed. “Eat your dinner—we can talk about what happened afterward.”
Sounded good to him, so he dug in to his food. Not only because he was hungry, but because he wouldn’t mind getting a few more minutes before he had to end something that had never really had a chance to begin.
There were times when he fucking hated the sense of responsibility his father had drilled into his head. This was definitely one of those times.
* * * * *
Andi cleared her throat and cast around for something—anything—to say that would stop the words screwed like minks from repeating in her head and reminding her body how much she’d enjoyed every second of getting naked with Dean. “Um…I
was thinking we might go for some whitewall tires on the Bug. It might add an old school flair to the car without a lot of added expense.”
He met her glance, his gaze considering. “That might look nice with this one. The owner seems to really want a retro look. Good idea. We can run it by the guys in the morning.”
“Great.” It was great. She actually got to have a say in things now. She could make suggestions before, but now people would know it was her idea because they’d see her talking about it on the show. Pride suffused her, and she grinned.
Smiling back, he leaned forward and she got a deep whiff of the light cologne he wore. God, he smelled good. “Did you want something besides the coffee?”
Hell, yeah, she wanted something. Heat rolled through her in a wave that centered in her sex. But he was her boss. Last night had been an impulse, spontaneous combustion, but she had no excuses now. A tiny part of her wished she didn’t have to have excuses, that she could just jump him and damn the consequences. Her best friend had urged her to do that very thing when they’d met for dinner. But Taylor had always been a risk taker—she wasn’t a firefighter for no reason. Andi, on the other hand, wasn’t sure what she wanted.
She glanced up and Dean was still staring at her, an eyebrow raised. Right. He’d asked her a question.
“Water,” she blurted. “Ice water, please.”
Something to cool her off, that was the ticket.
He gave her an odd look, but set his fork down and went to fetch her some water from his refrigerator. The thing was stainless steel and as polished as the rest of the house. It was obvious a lot of hours had gone into remodeling. She’d had no idea that he’d done anything like this outside of work. Dean was the quieter of the two Kasen cousins, and she was pretty sure Jesse spent his time away from the garage bouncing from one bed to another. Somehow, she’d imagined Dean doing the same. The truth made him even more attractive, and that was a dangerous thought because she was already far too attracted to him.
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