Authors: Wynter Daniels
He lifted the comforter and patted the mattress. “Come on. If we cuddle close there’s plenty of room. I’m not done with you yet.”
That smile nearly broke her resolve, but she squared her shoulders. She had to keep their relationship strictly business from now on. Tightening the belt around her robe, she shook her head. “I can’t, sorry.”
His face fell. He sat up. “Why not?”
“I…have plans tonight.” The lie stabbed at her, but not nearly as much as the tight set of his jaw.
Be strong.
“I’m sorry, Nick, but you’ll have to go.”
Throwing back the covers, he drew a loud breath. Planting his feet on the floor, he met her stare. “If that’s what you want.”
Her throat felt stuffed with cotton. “It is.”
He dressed in a hurry, grumbling curses under his breath. After he’d finished, he crossed the room to her and grasped her upper arms. “I’m not a bad guy, April.”
Her heart squeezed, but she planted a chaste kiss on his cheek then pushed away.
He started toward the door, then stopped and turned to face her. “Are we still on for furniture shopping tomorrow?”
She hugged her arms tightly around her body, already missing his touch. “Yeah, sure. You want to pick me up around noon?”
He nodded then grabbed his helmet and left.
She locked the door behind him. Leaning against the wall, she gritted her teeth.
I will not cry. I will not cry.
But when she heard the roar of his motorcycle, the first tears rolled down her cheeks. She’d finally found a man who made her fantasies come true, but continuing their relationship would be a slap in the face to her father.
Daddy had been there her whole life. She’d known Nick a matter of days. The choice was clear. So why did it leave a gaping hole in her heart?
Nick parked his truck in front of April’s apartment and wondered which April would be going furniture shopping with him today—the cool all-business one or the sexy yet innocent one he couldn’t keep his hand off.
He opened his door but before he could get out, she knocked on the passenger side window.
“I’m ready.”
He unlocked the door and she climbed in. His question was answered when he took in her outfit. She carried a briefcase and wore khaki pants and a polo shirt buttoned clear up to her chin. Her hair was fastened in a tight ponytail.
He had his answer—Miss Cool-as-a-cucumber.
Great.
Sinking deeper into his seat, he restarted the motor. “Where are we going?”
“Take a left onto Collins Avenue.” She buckled her seatbelt and set her briefcase between them on the bench.
He breathed in her sweet scent. She might be dressed like a stiff professional, but he knew what lay beneath that frigid exterior. And maybe he could coax that little vixen out to play. And figure out why she kept pushing him away.
Stopping for a red light, he ventured a glance at her. Her head was turned away and her hands were primly folded on her lap.
He cleared his throat. “I had a great time last night.”
She remained silent, but a flush of pink tinted her pale skin.
The light went green and he stepped on the gas. “Did you?”
“Um…I was thinking of earthy tones for your living room and dining room, if that’s all right with you.”
He shrugged. “That’s fine. But what’s finer is your ass. Did you notice how it fits perfectly in my hands?”
Her sharp intake of breath assured him he was getting to her, but she didn’t say anything.
“Sure sounded like you were enjoying yourself.” His cock stiffened and pressed painfully against his jeans as he flashed on their lovemaking.
“The store is up here on the left.” She pointed to it.
He pulled into the parking lot and found a spot up front. Shutting off the engine, he swiveled to face her. “Are you pretending we didn’t make love? Or that you didn’t like it?”
Tiny muscles around her jaw ticked, but she still wouldn’t meet his stare. She busied herself with opening her briefcase on her lap and rifling through the contents.
He slid closer and took her wrists. “Are you going to answer me?”
Finally, she did. “Yes, I enjoyed myself. Are you happy now? It was the best ever. But it can’t continue, Nick. It’s not… I’m not that kind of girl.”
He released her arms. “Wait a second. What am I missing here? It was the best ever, but it can’t continue. Why?”
She hung her head.
He shoved her briefcase off her lap. It landed on the floorboards with a dull thud. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her. Not gently as he had yesterday. This time he devoured her mouth, plundered every millimeter of it.
Finally she threaded her fingers through his hair and moaned into his mouth. Desire coiled tightly inside him. But too quickly, she broke the kiss and backed away. “We’re in a public parking lot. In a closed-up vehicle.”
He nodded. “Want to go to my place?”
She blushed again and averted her gaze. “Later. Let’s do what we came here to do first. ”
Later? So she’d morphed into Vixen April again, or at least she would later. Grinning inwardly, he adjusted his jeans and took a deep breath. “Give me a minute, okay. I can’t get up right now.”
“I’ll meet you inside.” She climbed out of the truck with her tablet and tape measure.
He watched her hips sway as she strode toward the building, wishing he could figure her out. He’d known her only days yet she was driving him crazy already. Maybe he should follow his friend Dave’s mantra and keep her at arm’s length. If he’d followed that advice and not let Lisa move in, he’d still have all his old furniture and he wouldn’t need to be here buying more. He scratched his head then went inside to find her.
After spending a ton of money and what seemed like hours inside, they returned to his truck.
“So you like everything? That red couch will really make the whole room pop.” She buckled her seatbelt.
He had no idea why anyone would want a room to pop, but he trusted her instincts. All he knew was he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. For the past hour he’d tamped down his urge to taste her sex and to feel the full swell of those beautiful breasts. His balls ached with need.
He backed out of the spot then rounded the building.
“Where are you going?”
He didn’t answer as he found a secluded spot under a sprawling oak tree and parked the truck. Facing her, he threw his arm over the back of the seat. “I want you, April. Now.”
She glanced out the back window. “What if someone comes out the back of the store? Or drives back here for some reason?”
He shrugged. “Then they’ll get an eyeful.” He slid closer.
She backed against her door. “But, but…”
“Walk on the wild side. I know you want to. I saw it in your eyes yesterday.” He lifted her chin with his finger. “It’s there now, lurking behind those innocent emerald eyes.”
She lifted an eyebrow, then grinned like the vixen he’d met yesterday. He inched closer to her side then took hold of her arm and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. She ground her pussy against him and wakened the erection he’d been forced to keep under wraps.
She kissed him like an untamed tiger as he fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. Once he’d wrestled them open, he lifted her top over her head and tossed the garment across the seat. She caught the snap of his jeans and had his pants open in seconds. His hard-on sprang free.
He grappled for the lever to shift the seat farther back to give them more room.
April curled her fingers around his cock. She waggled her eyebrows at him and he knew the vixen had definitely taken over. She squeezed his shaft and slid a finger over the crown. He gritted his teeth at the rush of desire.
Her eyes widened at the rumble of a passing car.
He smoothed his palms over her sandy hair. “I told you not to worry.”
She shifted her gaze to his cock and that grin returned. “I’m good at this. And I like doing it.”
He couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I knew I liked you the moment I first set eyes on you.”
“I am.” She gave his shaft a long lick then flicked her tongue along it. Adjusting herself in the cramped space, she moved lower and lifted his balls into her mouth. He pushed his thighs as far apart as he could to give her better access. Swirling her tongue around his scrotum, she tightened her grasp on his erection.
Holy mother of God.
Pleasure coiled inside him. She licked a line up to the tip then swiped the pearl of pre-cum collecting there. His cock throbbed with building pleasure—building too fast. He gripped the armrest and wrestled for control. Staring down at the back of her head, feeling her mouth devouring him had to be his most unspeakably erotic moment ever.
As straight-laced as she normally appeared, this other side of her exuded raw sex. That wickedly skilled tongue slid up and down, swirled around his hard-on and tormented him with delight.
Her fingernails danced and raked and teased his balls as she took his cock in and out of the hot confines of her mouth. His balls constricted and ached, but he hung on to his control by a thread.
She used that naughty tongue to trace the ridge under his cock’s head. Fighting the urge to let go, he fisted his hands in her silky strands.
A door opened and closed nearby with a heavy metallic thud. Footsteps grew louder and louder. Then stopped.
He didn’t care if it was the second coming. He was so close but he wanted her to go on and on.
The footsteps stopped, then receded. He exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
April increased her pace, rasped her teeth over his flesh and his pleasure skyrocketed. He couldn’t hold any longer. His control shredded and he detonated in a blinding explosion of ecstasy.
April sucked every last drop out of him. He laid his head against the back of the seat and basked in pleasure-induced haze.
She sat up and licked her lips.
She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
She threw him a demure smile then averted her gaze. “Did you enjoy that?”
He rubbed her bare back. “That was incredible, April. Yes, I loved it.”
I could love you.
Where had that come from? The thought kicked him in the teeth. Christ, the last thing he wanted was to fall in love with anyone.
“I heard one of the girls in barber college say that when she did that with her boyfriend she imagined his…” Her cheeks reddened.
“What?”
“Well, she said she imagined his semen tasted like champagne. So she started telling herself that and low and behold, it did. So I tried that. And it worked.” Now her face blazed crimson.
He pulled her against his chest. “Don’t be embarrassed. I think that’s the best advice ever.”
She chuckled softly. “I’m sure you do.”
“Have you tried many brands? Of champagne?” He couldn’t help himself. None of his business how many men she’d been with, but he wanted to know.
“Only one other.” She lowered her gaze a moment, then met his with doe eyes.
Her innocence bowled him over. Since when did innocence turn him on? The women in his past were many things—hot, voluptuous, willing. April shared nothing in common with any of them. She was totally not his type.
Shit.
He was developing feelings for her—feelings he didn’t want to own. How many times did he have to be burned before he learned to avoid the fire? But fighting it was no use. He wanted to pleasure April as she had him, but not here. She deserved better.
He made it back to his place in record time. As he helped her out of his truck, he couldn’t help pulling her into his arms and stealing a kiss. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and gave in completely to the kiss.
Her taste was heaven—like cotton candy and mint. He cupped her ass then lifted her off the garage floor.
She wound those long legs around him and purred like a kitten.
He yearned to do everything with her, to be with her every day and every night.
Ridiculous.
She was just another woman.
Setting her down, he threaded his fingers through hers. “I want you naked in my bed in one minute. On second thought, let’s make it the pool deck. The covered part so you don’t burn your skin.”
Her eyes grew wide and sparkled with excitement. She took off through the house.
He drew a deep breath.
Just another woman.
He had to keep telling himself that. On his way to the pool, he grabbed two cans of soda from the fridge. Pressing one to his neck, he sighed at the momentary relief from the heat coursing through his veins. When he approached the open glass door, his chest caught in his throat at the vision of April sitting on the edge of the deck with her feet dangling into the water, breathtaking in her nudity.
Her breasts—high and round with deep pink nipples—pointed at him as if summoning him closer. Legs from here to Canada and skin like delicate porcelain.
Just another woman.
Forcing restraint, he set the soda cans on a table then yanked off his shirt and tossed the garment to the ground. His cock roared to life, but he refused to take his pleasure again until after she’d had hers.
The midday heat was nothing compared to the inferno inside April’s body. The way Nick’s gaze caressed her turned her into a human pressure cooker. She barely managed to suck in a breath.
He stripped off the rest of his clothes in an instant then dove into the water as if dousing his own unbearable fire. Surfacing in front of her, he grasped onto the edge of the pool and lifted himself to the deck. He settled beside her. “Come in the water with me. It feels great.”
She should have stuck to her guns and ended their fling, but she felt powerless to resist him. Everything about who Nick was should make her run the opposite direction. But everything about the man drew her to him with an irresistible pull. Why not let it continue as long as it took to decorate his house. Then she’d end it. And her father would never know.
Nick slipped back into the pool and faced her. “You know how to swim, don’t you?”
She made a show of rolling her eyes. “Of course I do.” She pushed off the ledge and into his arms.
He held her against his body and despite the cool water, her internal thermostat continued to climb. She wrapped her legs around him and his cock pressed against her entrance.
Nick moved his hand along her thigh, around her hip then skimmed over her sex. A jolt of excitement raced through her. He covered her mouth with his, kissed her with an urgency that mirrored her mood. She swirled her tongue around his, drank in his taste and his scent.
Her breasts were buoyant in the water, yet heavy with need, desperate for his attention. She squirmed against him, pressed her hard points to his chest. He trailed his kisses lower, to her neck, her shoulder. Then he lifted her higher, held her breast in his hand and brought it to his mouth.