Hitting on the Hooker (3 page)

“Believe me,
where you’re concerned, I’ve been having some very primitive
thoughts.”

Tightening his
grip around her hand, he headed for the front door to his apartment
block. There were just four units, and he’d never been so glad as
he was now that he had a ground-floor apartment. There was no way
he’d have been able to stand in an elevator with her without
stripping her clothes off and taking her right there against the
wall. His control wasn’t that good. Hell, around her, it was
completely fucking shredded.

“Really now?”
She trotted to keep up with him as he turned right and headed down
the corridor to his place. “Dare I ask what sort of primitive
thoughts?”

Lord, give him
strength.

Reaching his
front door, Tom stopped, but instead of reaching into his pocket
for his keys, he turned, yanking on her hand so that she ended up
in his arms. She gasped at the sudden move, the look in her eyes
pushing his control as he eased her back against the wall.

Unlike outside
the bar, he pressed into her, using the weight and strength in his
body to hold her, one hand at her waist and the other braced above
her head. His lips crashed down on hers, and he kissed her as he’d
wanted to earlier. Long and deep, until she writhed and moaned
against him.

After long
moments, he lifted his head. “Does that answer your question?”

Wide-eyed, the
expression on her face sexily dazed, she nodded. She bit her lip,
pulling the lush lower curve into her mouth as though tasting his
kiss. He groaned.

“Holy hell,
Fern. Don’t do that or we won’t get inside.”

Putting
distance between them, he fumbled in his pocket for his keys. His
hand shook as he shoved the right one home and twisted. The door
opened, and he somehow managed to remove the key without breaking
it off in the lock. Stepping back, he let her walk past him before
he shut the door.

Come into
my parlor, said the spider to the fly.

Not switching
the lights on, he followed her into the main room, flooded with
moonlight from the open curtains. She stopped in the middle of the
floor, not looking around. Her head was tilted to the side as he
came up behind her, tracking his movements—waiting for him.

Cupping her
arms, he slid his hands down until he encircled her wrists in his
fingers. So delicate and tiny, he could break her if he wasn’t
careful. A shiver whispered over her skin, but she didn’t move
away. She stepped back until her back met his chest.

He let go of
her wrists and stroked both hands up her arms, the differences
arousing him further. She was all soft curves and satin skin
compared to his bulk and muscle. Leaning down, he pulled her hair
to the side and pressed a kiss to her throat. The scent of her
perfume was stronger here, warmed by her skin, and her pulse
fluttered beneath.

“Do you want a
drink?” He asked, trailing a line of kisses up her neck to just
behind her ear. It was unfair, and he knew it was. He was a bad
host, but now that he had her here, he couldn’t stop touching
her.

“No.” She gave
a tiny shake of her head, and then tilted it to the side, resting
against the swell of his shoulder and biceps to give him access to
the delicate length of her neck. “No drink.”

Thank fuck.
He’d have spilled boiling water over himself if he’d tried
something as advanced as making a hot drink. Alcohol would have
been easier, but she was already tipsy. He didn’t want her drunk.
He wanted her awake and aware when he made her his.

“I hoped you’d
say that.”

Turning her in
his arms, he took her bag from her hands, tossed it onto the sofa,
and lifted her into his arms.

She squeaked
and clung to his shoulders. “Tom, put me down. I’m way too
heavy!”

Chuckling, he
shook his head and headed toward the bedroom. “Little thing like
you? Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve seen the other guys on the team. I
throw them about daily. You’re nothing.”

Shouldering the
door open, he stepped into his bedroom, thanking any gods that were
listening that he’d changed the linen this morning. Fresh, crisp
sheets adorned the bed, the duvet pulled down in invitation. He
came to a stop next to it.

“Shoes off,
love.”

Her eyes were
dark as she did as he asked, toeing one off and then the other. She
wasn’t wearing pantyhose, her legs bare against his arm where he
clasped her under her knees. Good. Pantyhose were the least sexy
thing he could think of. While he had her pegged as a stockings
type of girl, the less wrapping he had to take off her, the
better.

“You’re
beautiful. How did I get so lucky?”

He slid her
down the front of his body, feeling every curve and hollow, until
the luscious curve of her breasts mashed against the solid expanse
of his chest. Her fingers threaded through the hair on the back of
his neck, her entire body pressed against him. He closed his eyes
for a second as a shudder rolled through him.

The brush of
her fingers on his cheek made him look at her. Her lips were pursed
in concern as she examined the injury there. Truth be told, he’d
forgotten about it.

“Poor wounded
warrior. You must get really beat up on the pitch,” she said,
reaching up on tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. He intercepted
the next one, her sweet lips landing on his again.

The taste of
her exploded on his tongue when he parted her lips and drove
inside. Her hands stroked over his shoulders, and played with the
buttons on his shirt. Her fingertips dipped under the fabric to
brush against his chest in maddening little brushes. He growled
against her lips, feeling his control beginning to slip. When he
couldn’t take anymore, he moved, capturing her hands in one of
his.

“My turn to
touch.”

It had to be,
or this was going to be the quickest fuck she’d ever had, and he
didn’t want that. He wanted to drag it out, go slow and savour the
experience. He had one chance to make a first impression with her,
and he was determined to make it a good one, to make sure that
he
was the standard by which she measured all other men by
from this day forwards.

Biting back the
surge of jealous anger at the thought of her with someone else, he
located the zipper at her spine and pulled the tab down. It gave
with a rasp, the sound a low whisper in the room. He watched her as
he pulled it all the way, noting the changes in her eyes. The
growing heat and darkness. The tiny hitch in her breathing. Her
gaze dropped to his lips, her own parting.

“Do you know
what you do to me, looking like that?” He had no idea what he was
saying. He was talking shit but didn’t care. She was gorgeous, and
he had no idea what she saw in an ugly son of a bitch like him, but
he wasn’t going to argue. No way, no how.

With shaking
fingers, he peeled her dress from her shoulders and let it fall to
the ground until she was left standing in front of him in her
underwear. Stunned, he just looked at her. Beauty, brains and a
body like that?

He’d hit the
fucking jackpot.

Oh my god.
She’d forgotten how nerve-racking letting a guy see her body for
the first time could be. Biting her lip, Fern fought the urge to
cover herself with her hands as she stood in front of Tom. She
wasn’t in the worst shape, but not the best either, so the thought
of him seeing her wobbly bits brought instant heat to her cheeks.
Unable to stand it anymore, she spread her hands to cover up.

“No. I want to
see you.”

He moved like
lightning, grasping her hands and holding them out to the side. His
face had been in shadow before, but the movement brought him into
the dim light offered by the blinds at the window. Desire tightened
his features, heat and a wicked darkness in his eyes that made her
shiver.

He stepped
back, into shadow again, but she could still feel his eyes on her,
noting everything about her appearance. She felt like some medieval
servant girl brought in to pleasure her lord. Biting her lip again,
she jumped when he growled at her. An honest-to-goodness primal
male growl.

“Do that
again…” he warned, letting go of her wrists to start unbuttoning
his shirt. It was her turn to be captivated, her attention riveted
on each piece of skin revealed to her. He was perfection itself.
And hers…for tonight anyway. She wouldn’t let herself think beyond
that.

“On the bed,
slowly.”

Backing up, her
knees hit the edge of the mattress, and she scooted backward,
unable to look away. He reached the last button and stripped the
shirt off. She swallowed. He was huge, his broad shoulders and wide
chest packed with muscles. Muscles on muscles, all under smooth
skin. A smattering of hair peppered his chest. More than she was
used to seeing, but not too much. She itched to touch, still
sitting up and fighting the urge to reach out.

“Lie down,” he
ordered softly as his hands went for his belt. “I want to see you
spread over my bed.”

Where he would
take her, that hard powerful body moving over and within hers… She
swallowed, her throat dry, and lay back as requested. She didn’t
even worry about laying seductively, the strip-tease going on right
in front of her fried her brain cells.

She couldn’t
look away as he undid the belt, not sliding it free to draw it out
and tease her, just leaving it hanging loose as he unzipped the
dress pants. He wasn’t commando. The breath she hadn’t realised she
held escaped her lungs in a rush as he pushed the pants down,
shucking his shoes and socks off in the same movement. A guy taking
his pants off wasn’t a sexy sight, and to his credit, he didn’t
even try, just dumping the clothing and approaching the bed.

He wore tight
cotton boxers, black ones, but even in the low light filtering
through the blinds she could see the thick bar of his cock pressing
against the fabric. Heat and doubt hit her at the same moment. He
looked way bigger than he’d felt when she was pressed against him,
and it had been a long time since she’d done this.

The mattress
dipped next to her, and he pulled her back into his arms. She went
eagerly and nestled against his larger body as he wrapped her in
his embrace. A wash of heat hit her as skin slid over skin. She
tilted her chin up, seeking his kiss again. She wasn’t an innocent,
but she’d never felt as delicate and feminine as she did in his
arms. Safe and secure. Protected and desired all at once. It was a
heady feeling.

His lips
feathered over hers, the illusion of softness fleeting as he parted
her lips with a decisive sweep of his tongue and drove inside. Her
whimper of pleasure was lost in his mouth as he explored hers. It
was a deeper, harder kiss, like the one he’d given her by the front
door. Wriggling against him, her hands clutched at the solidness of
his arms as she tried to get closer.

He murmured in
approval, sliding one arm under her neck while the free hand slid
down her thigh and pulled her leg up over his hip. She gasped, and
moaned in pleasure as the position pressed his groin hard against
hers. The thick, solid length of his cock rubbed against her,
stroking her engorged clit through the layers of fabric that
separated them until she saw fireworks behind her closed lids.

“You’re so damn
sexy,” he muttered, voice muffled against her neck as he worked his
way down. His hips rocked against hers, and he reached back up to
hook strong fingers under her bra strap. His breathing was ragged
as he yanked it down, the sharp bite of the elastic the first hint
of roughness he’d displayed. Tension held his body taut, but the
tremor that laced the hard muscles told her he was on the edge of
his control.

She smiled, the
expression, a mere curve of her lips, lost when he rolled her to
the side and unsnapped the clasp between her shoulder blades. With
a sweep of his hand, the bra was gone, her breasts uncovered for
his gaze and touch.

“So pretty,” He
groaned, his voice thick.

She mewled,
arching her back as he laid a gentle kiss next to her nipple. An
almost innocent touch that fired her up. Liquid arousal slipped
from her pussy to dampen her panties, a rush of heat that made him
moan and shove his groin hard against hers.

The next touch
wasn’t so innocent. His tongue laved her nipple, and as she was
reeling from the sensation as he pulled it into his mouth and
suckled. Pleasure exploded through her body, and then collapsed in
on itself to center deep in her core. Her pussy clenched, a hard
ache taking up residence in her feminine channel. She needed to be
filled, needed him to fill her as instincts as old as time took
over.

Wrapping her
hands around his thick upper arms wasn’t possible, so she just held
on as best she could while he divided his attention between her
breasts. He cupped and caressed them. She wasn’t built small by any
stretch of the imagination, but he held her easily. A perfect
fit.

Arching her
back to allow him better access, she didn’t expect him to slide a
hand down her stomach, heading south. All her breath left her lungs
in a gasp as he got her undivided attention. But he didn’t rush in,
instead drawing circles on her stomach with his fingertips as he
worked his way back up to her neck. The scrape of his stubble
against her sensitive flesh made her shiver, but she didn’t have
time to dwell on it.

His lips
covered hers at the same moment he slipped his fingers beneath her
panties. Secure in his reception, he didn’t beat around the bush.
His strong fingers dipped into her cleft, dragging the juices of
her arousal up and around her clit.

She keened, the
sound lost as he took over the kiss, his lips more masterful than
he’d been before. He rubbed and stroked her clit, demanding a
response with his lips and tongue at the same time until she didn’t
know which way was up.