Regret flashed through her eyes. He placed one finger over her lips before she could say no. “I’m not through with you and I don’t have any more condoms with me. Unless you have some in your desk drawer.”
He moved his finger when he saw humor return to her eyes. She chuckled. “No, that’s one thing I don’t have in my desk.”
“Then we have to go to my place. I have plenty.”
“Planning on entertaining a lot?”
He could keep on joking with her, or he could tell her the truth. “I haven’t been with a woman since Jeania and I broke up four months ago. I’ve thought about it, trust me, especially first thing in the morning when a certain…body part is wide awake. But no woman has interested me…until you.”
He could tell by the tightening of her body that she was going to refuse. He hurried on before she could. “Marci, I’m not looking for anything permanent. You’re an incredible woman and I like being with you. Let’s take the rest of the weekend and enjoy each other. No strings, no promises. Nothing but making each other feel really good.”
She still looked uncertain. Keefe decided to sweeten the pot a bit. “I’ll serve you breakfast in bed tomorrow morning.”
“Can you cook?”
“I am a
phenomenal
cook.” He cradled her face. “Come home with me. I want to make love to you again.”
She leaned forward and kissed him. “Okay.”
Chapter Six
Marci followed Keefe into an upscale residential area only a few miles from Marshall Media. The garage door opened as he pulled into the driveway. The interior light came on, showing room for one vehicle. The other side of the two-car garage contained stacks of boxes.
She stopped in the driveway and shut off the ignition. By the time she picked up her purse and opened the door, Keefe stood beside her car.
“Sorry there’s no room for you to park in the garage. I haven’t lived here very long and I’m still unpacking.”
“No problem.”
“At least it isn’t raining. If it was, I’d let you park in the garage and I’d park out here.”
She believed him. Keefe had proven himself several times this evening to be a gentleman.
He’d also proven himself to be an amazing lover, the best she’d had in a long time. She could become addicted to him very quickly. She couldn’t allow that to happen.
Keefe entwined his fingers with hers. “This way.”
He led her through the garage and a spacious laundry room, into a large kitchen. Marci noted the granite countertops, numerous cabinets and modern appliances that made her ten-year-old appliances look completely old-fashioned.
“I’ve unpacked some of my dishes,” Keefe said, sliding her coat from her shoulders. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Please.”
He tilted up her chin and kissed her softly. “I’ll hang up our coats and be right back.”
It had been a simple kiss, yet made her heart stutter. Her strong response surprised her, and worried her. He’d said one weekend of pleasing each other. That’s all they could have. That’s all
she
could have with an employee.
An image of Ben flashed through her mind…tall, blond, handsome. She’d melt when he flashed that cocky smile at her. She saw him leaning over her on his bed, a long blue scarf in his hand…
“White or red?” Keefe asked behind her.
Marci jumped, unaware he’d come back in the kitchen. Warmth flooded her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she’d been so lost in her memories that she hadn’t heard him.
He frowned slightly. “You okay?”
“Yes. Of course. Just thinking.”
He ran one finger down her cheek. “No thinking allowed. Not tonight.”
His touch made the warmth in her cheeks flow down her body and pool between her thighs. She’d come here for pleasure, not to think about a bad love affair.
That lone fingertip traveled down her neck and into her cleavage. “I think I should pour wine on your breasts and lick it off.”
The idea was tempting, but Marci didn’t want to take that much time. She wanted to see Keefe naked
now
. “I think we should forget about the wine and go to your bedroom.”
Keefe smiled. “I do like the way you think.”
He took her hand again. Marci followed him to a room at the end of a dark hallway. He flipped a switch on the wall. Lamps by both sides of a king-sized bed came on, illuminating the room with soft light. She noticed the bed, nightstands and lamps were the only furniture in the room. The bed was mussed, evidence that Keefe had thrown the covers over the pillows this morning when he arose.
“I make the bed when I change the sheets.” He shrugged. “Other than that, it’s usually a mess.”
“I’m not here to critique your housekeeping skills.”
He wrapped a lock of her hair around his forefinger. “Is there anything you plan to critique?”
Marci shook her head. “You didn’t have any problem figuring out what I needed in my office. You don’t need any pointers.”
Keefe’s eyes turned hot and smoky. “I’m glad you were pleased.”
“Almost unconscious, not just pleased.”
He drew her into his arms, close enough that she could feel his hard cock against her mound. “I don’t want you unconscious. I want you to experience everything I do to you.”
His mouth met hers in a ravishing kiss. Marci willingly parted her lips at the first stroke of his tongue. His hands coasted over her back before he tugged down her zipper.
“I’m still hungry for you.” He nipped her throat. “The first time will be hard and fast.” A tug on her earlobe made her breath catch. “Then we’ll slow down for the second round.” The tip of his tongue darted into her ear. “How does that sound?”
Marci had to swallow before she could speak. His words and wicked movement of his mouth had stolen her voice. “It sounds perfect.”
He pushed her dress over her shoulders as he kissed her again. Needing to touch bare skin, she tugged his shirt from his pants and began to unbutton it. Her fingers shook, she wanted him so much. Marci finally managed to get his shirt open. She jerked it down his arms and let it fall to the floor. By the time her dress was pooled around her ankles, she’d unfastened his belt and was working on his zipper.
His kiss turned hotter, more demanding. “I want you naked.” She felt her bra tighten and loosen when he unhooked it. “Totally, completely naked.”
“You too.” She pushed his pants past his hips. “Now.”
She reached for the waistband of his briefs, determined to get to his hard flesh as quickly as possible. Before she could reach her prize, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
He laid her on the comforter and stretched out next to her. His shaft pressed into her thigh. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
“Hopefully as much as I want you.” She managed to get her hand inside his briefs and clasped that delicious cock. She smiled when she heard Keefe’s strangled groan. “I’ll take this as a yes.”
“Not only yes, but hell yes.”
Marci huffed out a sound of protest when Keefe pulled away from her. His fast, hard kiss silenced her. He’d told her this first time would be fast, but he didn’t want to come on her hand in only seconds. Things needed to slow down.
He rose to his knees and unfastened her garter belt. Belt, thong and stockings all came off at the same time and landed on the floor. He rose from the bed long enough to remove the rest of his clothing. Naked, he joined her on the bed again, nudging her legs apart so he could lie between them.
She placed her feet on the bed and let her legs fall open, creating a cradle for his hips. He kissed her mouth and each nipple before he moved away long enough to grab a condom from the nightstand. Marci sat up and took the packet from him. Keefe gritted his teeth to stay in control when her soft hands rolled the protection over his hard cock.
Marci lay back on the bed and spread her legs. “Now.”
One thrust and he was buried in her warmth. Her silky, hot channel grabbed his rod as he pulled almost out and thrust back inside her again.
He shivered when she scratched his back from shoulder blades to waist. “Do that again,” he said in a raspy voice.
She did, her nails going a bit deeper the second time. Keefe moaned loudly. “Oh, yeah. That’s good.”
He arched his back when she dug her nails into his buttocks. “Damn!”
“Too much?”
“No. It makes me want to fuck you harder.”
She licked her lips. “Then fuck me harder.”
Keefe hooked one of Marci’s legs over his elbow so he could pump deeper and faster. Her gaze dropped to where their bodies were joined. She watched his movements for several moments, then looked into his eyes again.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
He did as she asked. With his mouth locked to hers, he turned their bodies so she lay on top of him. Now she could control their lovemaking and take what she needed to come again.
She sat up, straddling his hips, and propped her hands on his shoulders. Keefe watched her breasts bounce with her movement. He cradled the full globes in his palms. “These are beautiful.” He squeezed them as he brushed his thumbs over the hard nipples. “They fit perfectly in my hands.”
“Your cock fits perfectly inside me.”
It certainly did. Keefe didn’t think he’d ever been with a woman whose body complemented his so well.
He slid his hands around to her buttocks and held on while he thrust up into her pussy. She stared into his eyes as she moved, taking him completely, then lifting her hips and slamming them back down. His balls tightened as his climax drew closer. He couldn’t come yet, not until Marci did.
Slipping one hand low on her abdomen, he caressed her clit with his thumb.
“Oh, yes.” Marci sighed, then moaned. “Rub it harder.”
Keefe obeyed her, moving his thumb back and forth over the sensitive nub. He listened to her breathing quicken, watched her skin glisten with perspiration. She had to be close to orgasm.
She suddenly stopped moving. Head back, body arched, she released a keening moan. The walls of her pussy contracted around his shaft. Three more thrusts and Keefe’s balls tightened even further. Pulling Marci to his chest, he held her as his climax rushed through his body.
Keefe knew he wouldn’t be able to speak with his heart pounding so hard. Marci didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move. That was good since he didn’t have the strength to raise an arm, much less move his body.
He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her temple. Her eyelids fluttered, then opened. She tilted her face on his shoulder and smiled.
“You weren’t kidding about hard and fast.”
“Are you sorry?” he asked, slowly caressing her back and buttocks.
“You’ve heard the cliché about an orgasm curling your toes?”
Keefe nodded.
“I think my orgasm blew off my toenails.”
He almost choked, he laughed so hard. Grinning, Marci crossed her hands on his chest and propped her chin on them. “I haven’t had my toenails blown off in a long time.”
“I’m happy to please.”
She outlined his lips with her fingertip, then kissed him. “I’m really comfortable, but I suppose you need to get up.”
“Actually, I’ve already been
up
.”
He grinned when she threatened him with her fist. Keefe held her wrist and kissed her closed fingers. “Yeah, I do need to take care of one little item.”
“It might take me a minute to move.”
“I’m in no hurry. I like holding you.”
Marci rose to her hands and knees, still straddling him. His softening cock slipped from her channel. She moved to his side, curling up with one arm beneath her head, and watched him rise from the bed and walk to the bathroom. She sighed at the view of his back and buttocks. He was a gorgeous man. More important than his incredible looks, he was a nice man. Great sense of humor, considerate, kind…exactly the type of man she could love.
If only he wasn’t her employee.
Keefe was so different from Ben. Her former lover had been the typical bad boy. Something about him had called to her, had made her go along with things she’d never imagined she would ever do in a bedroom. She hadn’t recognized herself while she was with Ben.