Closing the Deal (6 page)

“Yeah.” He didn’t look happy about the fact.

She was ecstatic about it and trying not to be. “I haven’t been with anyone for longer than that. I’m clean, totally.” Which he should have asked before he went down on her. Oh man, she wanted him to do that again.

“And tasty,” he added in a low voice, his gaze centered now between her legs. “Do you have any idea how sexy that thin strip of hair is? Or how incredible your tits are? So full and high, those nipples big and red. I want to suck them. I want to bite them.” He paused and looked into her eyes again, his bright with lust. “I want to fuck them.”

She felt slick between her legs. “I want to go down on you and suck you ’til you come.”
How about that, Derrick Warren?

“Shit. I don’t know if I’m going to have the energy for everything I want to do with you today. It’s gonna take a few days. Maybe a few weeks, months, before I get this craving for you out of my system.” He grinned.

Odd that he didn’t seem too upset over his fascination. “Yeah, well, me too. I thought if we could just do it, that would be it. But you’re like a disease. I think you’ve infected me.”

“A disease?” He glared and took a few steps forward, until his cock brushed her belly. He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. “That’s not nice, Sydney. You know, there’s something else I want to do to you. Something I hold in reserve for naughty girls.”

Trust Derrick to be into dirty talk. Damn him, but he was getting her all hot and bothered again. It took a lot of discipline not to squirm while he fondled her. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Mouthy little girls get ass-fucked, Syd. How about that?”

She’d done it once before, just to see what it felt like. She hadn’t liked it. “How about I ass-fuck you instead?”

He shook his head. “Uh-uh. Ever had a cock up your ass, baby? Ever taken a dick between those sweet cheeks?” He let go of her breast and pulled her closer to him, palming her ass.

His fingers slid between her cheeks and toyed with her hole. To her astonishment, it felt good.

“
Oh.
”

“I like that
oh
better.” He grinned and leaned down to whisper, “Want me to lick you there? To shove my tongue in your hole and lap you up?”

She shivered, the image and his breath in her ear making it hard to stand. “I-I don’t know.”

“I’ll know. Before we’re through, Sydney, I’ll know everything about you.”

“Is that a threat?” She reached down to cup his sac, pleased when he gasped, then groaned.

“A promise, you little witch.”

“Well, tit for tat, big man. Before we’re through, I’ll have you wrapped around my little finger.”

“I’d rather you wrapped those lips around my cock,” he muttered. When she rubbed his balls, he added in a low rasp, “If you don’t blow me, I might kill myself.”

She chuckled, pleased to have the upper hand again. With a man like Derrick Warren, it would pay to keep her wits. They had serious chemistry. He had looks, and when he turned on the charm, she’d been way too easily manipulated. It still bothered her how vulnerable she’d been last night.

“What’s going on in there?” He tapped the top of her head. “You’re looking at me like you’re either going to fuck me or kill me, but I can’t figure out which.” He shocked her by picking her up as if she weighed nothing, then he threw her on the bed.

She’d just caught herself when he landed on top of her and forced her hands over her head. He held both wrists with one large hand, and his dominance really turned her on. Derrick wasn’t playing at being in charge. He was in charge. Finally, a man who could handle her.
Just in bed,
she reminded herself. And it was too soon to tell if he was a one-hit wonder. She hadn’t had sex in a while, so of course her first orgasm with another person would be explosive.

Derrick nudged her thighs wide and angled his cock toward the entrance of her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you, Syd. With nothing between us. I want to come hard inside you. What do you think about that?” And saying it, he pushed the head of his cock inside her then stopped, waiting.

For her permission, because she was in charge, she reasoned even as her body said otherwise. She wanted nothing more than for Derrick to fuck her until she screamed in pleasure. Well, why not screw without a condom? They were both clean, healthy adults. One thing she did know about him, he would never put her in harm’s way if he wasn’t. And she was on the Pill. She wouldn’t get pregnant.

“Syd, make up your mind before I make it up for you.” Sweat dotted his forehead.

She wiggled under him, and he slid deeper inside her. “You going to talk me to death or fuck me already?”

The word
fuck
set him off. He shoved hard inside her but didn’t stop there. He pounded into her a few times, rough the way she liked it, and she couldn’t help her keening response. Then he pulled out, frustrating the hell out of her.

“Don’t stop.”

His smile should have warned her. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long. We came too soon before. But now we have all the time in the world. Why rush?”

She would have argued, until he kissed her and she became mindless in his arms. For the first time in forever, she lay compliant under a lover, awash in the sensation of being at the center of someone else’s world.

He fixated on her breasts. He sucked and kissed them until she wanted to scream. She felt so empty, so needy.

But he wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time exploring her body. Her breasts, her ribs, her belly. He licked his way down her navel to her pussy, lingering over her folds and running his tongue between them.

With slow, drugging kisses, he pulled her clit into a stiff ache. She pulsed between his lips, feeling so incredibly aroused she could scream. Tugging at his shoulders and hair did nothing. And then she couldn’t think as he teased her with his hands. He slid a finger inside her, then added another. But he didn’t fuck her with them—he just held them there while he dipped his pinkie inside her, getting it nice and wet.

“Derrick,
please
.”

She felt his grin over her body, but he answered by sucking her harder.

She shifted, aching, and he shocked her by pushing his pinkie lower, sliding past her pussy down to her ass. His pinkie rested against her hole, and as he nibbled her clit, he rimmed her then pushed his pinkie inside her ass. Just the tip, but the foreign sensation made her jerk, on fire.

“God, Derrick. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard. Baby, I need you.” She was barely aware of what she was saying while he played with her, driving her to blinding lust.

His fingers, his mouth, that damned pinkie. So good, she was going to…

“Yes, yes. Derrick!” She came hard, clenching tight as her body spasmed with an orgasm that seemed never-ending.

And then his fingers disappeared as he shimmied over her body and plunged that thick cock inside her. He rammed into her, slamming harder and harder while she continued to climax, finally satisfied.

She could only feel as he shoved one final time and came inside her. All that hot seed, filling her up.

Boneless and unable to move, she lay there as he finished and pulled out. He rose on his knees, his gaze possessive as he stared down at her. “See what you did to me?”

He held himself and squeezed out another drop. The milky seed hit her belly, and he rubbed the small amount into her skin. “All in you and on you.” Derrick leaned over her and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth. “Just think, Syd. That was only round one.”

Chapter Five

Sydney smiled at Lena as they drove past Derrick’s house. She forced herself to ignore how many times she’d thought about calling Derrick during the week. Six days had passed since that explosive Saturday at her house. He’d stayed the entire day, leaving at two the next morning. They’d had sex in almost every way possible, except anal, because she still wasn’t sure about that. She should have been completely over Derrick Warren.

They were now friends. They’d had sex to get it out of their systems and agreed not to call each other or talk about it ever again. Or at least, she had. He’d just stared at her like a starving man and nodded more at her breasts than her face while she explained how they’d handle the day after. End of story. Except she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Of course, driving past his house didn’t help. But this property had all the requirements—on paper—that Brian Goode wanted.

She and Lena had decided to drive out together. Her good friend and partner was having some issues with her own significant other, so Sydney was trying to be a better friend than she’d been all week. Damn Derrick. The man would not leave her mind.

“So then Carl is all mopey because I’m not ready for kids. But come on. We haven’t even gotten married yet. Why should I agree to get knocked up before we say
I do
? What if something goes wrong and we don’t get married? Or worse, we get married, I get pregnant and leave my job, and then—”

“What do you mean leave your job?” At the frown Lena gave her, Sydney laughed at herself. “Not that that’s the only part I homed in on, but Lena, you love your work.”

“I know.” They departed Sydney’s car and walked up to the house. Instant curb appeal, and the house had a lot of square footage.

“Why do you have to quit work? I couldn’t care less about business. I love you, but if you have to leave, I support your decision. It just seems to me you should be able to do both if you want. Have a family and work.”

“I know,” Lena said again.

They entered the house and made notes as they inspected the place.

“I wish I could be more like you,” Lena was saying.

“Like me?” In lust with a man who went through women like tissues? “How so?”

“You’re so confident, Sydney. You’re beautiful, successful, you have friends, you have fun, and you crook your little finger and men come running.”

“Please. The men I date might be good-looking—yes, I’m vain like that. But most of them aren’t worth half of what Carl is. Besides, you’re no slouch yourself.”

Lena blew out a breath. “Then why am I so scared when he talks about kids? Maybe I’m rushing the marriage thing. I mean, I’m getting older, but I’m not thirty yet.”

“Thanks a lot.” Sydney made a note about a large office on the first floor. The place had already been wired for computer equipment. Nice.

“Oh. Well, you know what I mean.”

“Lena, there’s no age requirement for marriage. I mean, yeah, it’s better to have kids when you’re younger for health reasons, but you have to be ready for them.” An odd image of Derrick holding a baby popped into her mind and she hurriedly suppressed it.

“I know. It’s just, Carl keeps pushing me.”

“So stand up for yourself. It’s okay to have cold feet. And if you don’t want kids, tell him. Whatever you do, don’t let yourself get pushed into anything.”

Lena sighed. “See? I wish I was more like you. It’s just, I love Carl so much. I don’t want him to be hurt or disappointed.”

How many times had she heard her mother whine about that while growing up? Isabel Fields had to go to Tahoe to make Uncle Bill happy. She left Sydney with a neighbor on her eighth birthday because Uncle Teddy wanted Isabel in Italy for a modeling engagement. Or the time she’d skipped out on Sydney’s high school graduation because Uncle Freddy had tickets to a Vegas show.

Bleh. Men were distractions who got in the way of the really important things in life. Like friends and family. One thing she could say about the Warrens, they were at least loyal to each other. Not every mother acted like Isabel Fields.

She let Lena worry out loud while they scouted out the rest of the house. The yard, the pool and everything else checked out.

“So you think I should just tell him how I feel?” Lena asked her for the twentieth time as they finished with the house and stood by the car.

“Yes. Damn girl, just tell him—” She lost her train of thought as Derrick stepped out of a dark green SUV by the curb.

“Tell him…?” Lena looked over her shoulder, following Sydney’s gaze, and said in a low voice, “Oh, wow. See? What was I telling you before? You get all the hunks.”

Sydney closed her mouth, embarrassed to be caught staring. She drummed up a smile as Derrick joined them. “Lena, this is Derrick Warren. Derrick lives a few houses down from this one.”

Derrick gave Lena a polite smile. “Nice to meet you.” To Sydney’s unexpected relief, he didn’t linger on Lena’s curves but gave Sydney his attention. “Sydney, you haven’t returned my calls.”

She blinked. “Calls?” The man hadn’t said one thing after their encounter—
encounters
—last weekend, as agreed. Though she’d been annoyed he’d found it so easy to obey her stupid rule.

“I left a few messages on your answering machine.” The hard look in his eyes turned her knees to rubber. Good Lord, he looked like he wanted to spank her. And she wanted to let him.

She cleared her throat and ignored Lena’s fascination. “Oh, uh, I thought I’d turned that off ages ago. Most people use my cell phone.”

He smiled through his teeth. “I tried that before, but you’d never answer my calls. I thought the home phone would work better.” He glanced at Lena then turned back to Sydney. “Can I talk to you for a minute in private? It won’t take long, I swear.”

Lena smiled and winked at Sydney. “I’ll wait here. I need to call Carl anyway.” The turncoat.

“Fine. Come on.” She let herself back into the house.

Before she could say anything, history repeated itself. In one motion, Derrick slammed the door shut behind him, shoved her against it and covered her mouth with his in a mind-melting kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulled back and groaned. “Hell. I wasn’t going to do this yet. Fuck.” He muttered a few more choice words under his breath. “Sydney, when you’re done with work, I need to see you again.”

“B-but…” She had to take a breath. Damn, the man could kiss. “I thought we were getting each other out of our systems.”

He ground his erection against her. “Is it working for you?”

“Damn it. No.”

He nodded. “So your place or mine?” He pushed her suit jacket aside and rubbed her nipples until she moaned. “Which?”