Wicked Intentions (5 page)

CHAPTER 6

This was going much better than he’d expected.

He had her right where he wanted.

The music, lights and people all disappeared in the heat of their kiss. His lips teased hers, suckling her lush lower and upper lip. Shakira opened her mouth in a breath and Nathan took advantage deepening the kiss even further.

Who would’ve known that she’d taste this sweet? She was a delicate balance between femininity, shyness and freshness. He tightened his arms around her body pulling her closer and almost groaned at the delicious fit of her curves against his length. Everything about her was right; her lips were just the right measure of lush to keep him dipping his head for more tastes of them. She was just the right height that he didn’t have to bend to far to get his fill of her and her body fit just right against his.

She felt right.

It was too bad that she was so wrong.

His tongue swept into her mouth tangling with hers in an erotic dance. Shakira was so responsive. Her grip on his hoodie tightened as she arched her body even deeper into his and subtly rubbed his dick with her tummy.

Is she faking it?
Maybe what he thought was her response to his kiss was just her trying to drag him deeper into her web of deceit. He already knew that she was playing him just as he was playing her. Her responsiveness was likely a part of the act. The thought was enough to get Nathan slanting his lips harder against hers. Nobody faked it with him.

He slid his hand lower down her body until it lay on her ass.

It felt just as good as it looked. Even if he’d wanted to, he doubted he could’ve stopped himself from squeezing her firm flesh. Shakira’s simper of response whizzed directly to his cock and he hardened even further against her. He slid his other hand over her hair, tilting her head upwards so he could get some more of her sweet taste.

This was supposed to be business but it felt a lot like pleasure.

Her hand rose between them and slid to his nape. Her touch sizzled over his skin, sending bolts of desire through his body. Her breasts teased against his chest begging for his attention. At this rate they’d soon be fucking on the dance floor for everyone to see.

He dragged his mouth away from hers.

Eyes still closed Shakira rose on her tiptoes in search of his lips again. He offered only a small peck on the lips before drawing back again. When she opened her eyes they were shadowed with desire. Nathan internally crowed with pride. Even the most practiced prostitute couldn’t fake that look.

In the shadowy ambience of the club she was bewitching. Her eyes were dark pools of amber that drew and held him captive. Her lush lips were just the slightest bit open taunting him with all the ways he could use them tonight.

He bent his head and said in her ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

Her eyes flew to his face and she stiffened in his arms. The uncertainty in her eyes was clear and it looked like she might refuse. Nathan couldn’t let that happen, not if he wanted his plan to work. He bent his head and swooped down for another fiery kiss. She was a bit hesitant, but as expected fell into his thrall soon enough.

This time when he pulled back she nodded.

Her palm was soft against his as he led her back to their table. He pretended not to notice the subtle thumbs up London gave Shakira when she informed them that she was leaving with him, but it started a bitter taste in his mouth. Shakira was playing him and even her friends knew it.

We’ll see who’s playing who.

The freezing air bit into his face the moment they stepped out of the club. Shakira trembled slightly beside him, rubbing her arms in swift up and down motions.

“You’re cold.” It wasn’t a question. His next action was automatic. It was only once he removed his hoodie and handed it to her that he realized what he’d just done.

Damn!
He cussed underneath his breath. He wasn’t supposed to feel protective of her. The handing of the hoodie should’ve been strategic not protective.

“Thank you.” Her voice was soft as she snuck a sideways glance at him.

He forced himself to smile and snaked an arm around her waist drawing her closer to the side of his body. Her soft warmth melted into his own prickling at his hardened heart. There was just something about this woman that made it so easy to blur the lines between reality and fantasy.

Her subtle jasmine scent tickled his senses as they walked to his car, awakening his smoldering desire as did the brush of her body against his with every step. Nathan couldn’t help himself. The moment they got to the black Bugatti, he turned her and dipped in for a kiss.

She met his lips like she’d been waiting for it. His tongue swept over her lower lip, then slipped into her mouth and touched hers. The tangle of their tongues and press of their bodies against each other was as elemental as it was powerful. It awoke his hunger for more than she was offering.

He moved his hand between them to cup her tit. She fit perfectly in his palm. Was everything about this woman perfect? The strategist in him roared in frustration while the man in him crowed in satisfaction. She arched into him when he squeezed the tempting flesh.

“You like that?” He molded and tweaked the tip of her nipple earning himself a furtive nod. It was only then that he realized that Shakira was the silent type of lover. He liked his women to scream their passion and tonight he was going to make her scream if it killed him.

She wound her arms around his neck pressing her breasts harder against his hand, her thighs against his and her tummy against his dick. Nathan traced the lines of her back smoothly as he slid his other hand lower down until he was cupping her ass.

He caught her rushed breath in his mouth, enjoying her response as well as the pert flesh in his hands. A slight lift and her pussy was perfectly aligned with his cock. His grind into her wasn’t even subtle. Neither was her lifting her leg and curling it over his. They needed to get a room.

When he released her abruptly, her breathing was as uneven as the pace of his heart was. “Come on let’s go home.”

Neither of them spoke on the way which Nathan was grateful for. He appreciated a woman who didn’t need to fill silence with empty chatter. The silence allowed him to get his head back in the game – or as back in the game as it could get considering how hard he was. Was she as turned on as he was? He snuck a glance towards her but she was staring out the window.

With it being so late, traffic was thin. However by the time Nathan pulled up in front of the building that marked his –her - apartment, the heat between them had cooled significantly and Shakira was looking decidedly green at the gills.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he reached across the seat. She jumped slightly at his touch on her wrist throwing him a wide-eyed look.

She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

That was not the look of a woman who wanted a man between her thighs. Loathe as he was to give Shakira any leeway to escape his net, he didn’t want to force her either. If she was coming into his bed, he wanted her willing and wet for him. “You don’t look like you’re okay. We don’t have to do this.”

“I-”She cleared her throat. “I do. I’ve just never done this before.”

Nathan’s eyebrows almost receded into his eye sockets. She had to be kidding him. That was the lamest excuse he’d ever had. Hadn’t she just killed her boyfriend? He tested her excuse on his tongue just to confirm that he had it right. “You’re a virgin?”

The look she gave him would’ve shrunk the Hulk. “No. Of course not. I’ve just never had a one-night stand before.”

That he could deal with. Not bothering to correct her perception that this was more than just a one-night stand, Nathan smiled. “You’ll like it.”

He leaned across their seats, eliminating the distance between them and sealed her lips with his. She opened up to him like a rose on a spring morning, her lips teasing his with equal ferocity. Her dainty hand curved over his jaw stroking him as they kissed and heightening his desire.

Even as he kissed her, Nathan was aware of every bit of her; her soft sighs whenever he played with her bottom lip, her sweet scent and the feel of her naked thigh under his palm. He squeezed her thigh before smoothing his hand higher up. She took a sharp breath at his movement and her lips stilled underneath his. He parted their lips, his eyes meeting hers in question as he eased his hand between her inner thighs, each upward movement pushing the skirt of her dress up.

Her acquiescence was slow but finally it came. It was just a little part of her legs but it was enough for Nathan. He lowered his lips back to hers as his hand completed its journey; a slow slide over her smooth skin before ending at the clothed junction between her thighs.

Nathan was already rock-hard but the first touch of her pussy was like taunting a starving man with cake. He could feel her heat even through the silky fabric that met his fingers. Shakira’s fingers tightened on the nape of his neck when he cupped her pussy and her legs parted even further in silent plea for him to do more.

He did.

He tucked his middle finger in the valley between her pussy lips and rubbed. The fabric was no match for him and soon her wetness seeped through telling him he was doing something right. Her caught breaths and mewls, as he played with the pearl at the top of her pussy, stroked his ego but he wanted Shakira screaming. He wanted her to beg him to replace his finger with his cock and moaning his name when he finally did.

Soon.

Very, very soon.

She nipped at his bottom lip in reprimand when he moved his hand away from her hot as coal pussy and to the edges of her panties. The sound of tearing fabric filled the almost silent interior of the car.

It was only once Nathan tore her panties off that Shakira realized that this was really happening. She, Shakira Dalton, was actually on the verge of having a one night stand. Some part of her brain kept whispering that this was not her. She’d spent her whole life being everything Eve was not. A night with a man she barely knew was just the kind of thing Eve would’ve – had - done.

The louder voice insisted ‘why not’. She didn’t have anyone to be faithful to anymore, epic proportions were not big enough words to express the kind of attraction she felt for Nathan and she needed a good toss in the bedroom. Maybe Eve and London had it right. Care about your pleasure today and worry about the consequences tomorrow.

She hardly had time to settle on her decision, before Nathan’s finger met her naked pussy. She jerked in her seat at the immediate sensation. Her senses seized, and her lungs locked and her pussy clenched. Nathan swallowed her strangled gasp as he spread her wetness around before tweaking her clit.

His touch was as deliberate as it was expert. It wove a spell of desire in her that had the fireworks going off. But those fireworks were nothing compared to the storm that built when he pressed one finger into her. Shakira tore her lips from his, tucking her head into his shoulder as she reveled in the sensations of his finger plunging in and out of her.

Her body was one large nerve attuned only to Nathan and the things he was doing to her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he fingered her and she dug her own digits into the soft fabric covering his shoulders struggling to hold on but it was all in vain. One more rhythmic in and out plunge of his finger and she fractured in a powerful climax.

“I need to get you in the house,” his gravelly voice cut into her ragged and shallow breathing.

Shakira had no idea a man could move that fast. She barely had any time to catch her breath before Nathan was out of the car and striding towards her side of the car. She took his hand willingly as he helped her exit the car. The blast of icy cold air that hit her was almost enough to force common sense back into her – almost. Even if she would have wanted to think clearly – which she didn’t – Nathan’s fast steps up the stairs would’ve prevented it.

He didn’t even bother switching on the lights. The moment the door closed behind them, he had her pressed up against the hard wood and her thighs grasping his flunks.

“You taste so good,” he whispered in between fiery kisses. Shakira wanted to tell him that he did too but she’d never been much of a bedroom talker. She answered him by cupping his jaws and swooping in for another kiss. He massaged her ass pushing up the skirt of her dress with each stroke until all that was left between them were his jeans.

He growled throatily when she pressed her naked pussy against his clothed cock. The sound of zipper lowering and latex rustling punctuated their hushed breathing. It was only when Shakira felt the blunt head of his dick pushing against her entrance that she realized what was going on. Her first instinct was to drop her legs but the immediate tingling that soared through her body was enough to keep her in his arms.

“Shit.” His pushing in was as insistent as his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. His grip on her thighs was firm as was the rod slowly making its way into her cavern.

It felt so good.

He
felt so good.

Her walls gripped and massaged him urging him deeper into her. His entrance almost seemed never-ending and when his pelvis finally touched hers, she let out a whoosh of breath that was abruptly cut off when he slid out then plunged in. Hard.