Love at First Bite (Book 1 Just a Little Taste Series) (7 page)

“Fantastic. I knew I could count on you.” He shook hands with Timothy again, keeping his arm around her waist. He was steering her out the door. Over his shoulder, he told the salesperson, “Send it to my apartment, please.” The salesperson nodded vigorously.

“Jeremy!” She murmured breathlessly. “Where are we going? I'm starting to feel a little like Cinderella and everything has to be done at midnight, or I turn into a pumpkin or something like that.”

He laughed. “No, nothing ends at midnight, but I do have big plans for tomorrow, and I want to get as much done as possible before the morning. We are going to my apartment, and I would like you to get dressed up to go out with me to a work dinner.”

“Okay, how dressed up?”  She played with lint on her pants.

“Cocktail dress would do wonderfully, if you'd like to go. You're not obligated.” She smiled.

“I'd love to go. I've never been in the city like this.” Once they stopped, she ogled the front of his building. He put his arm around her waist and guided her to the elevator, hitting the top floor button. Once on the top floor, he unlocked the door with a key. His apartment was the top floor of the building. “Do you own the building?” She asked.

He nodded. “Yes, I do. Your clothing has been put in your room and I took the liberty of having some makeup and toiletries brought in for you; pick what you like, I'll have the rest sent to the Battered Women's Shelter.”

“You do that?” She marveled.

“Do what?” He asked.

“Donate stuff.”

“Yeah, that's where the clothes you couldn't use went.” He shrugged his sport coat off and hung it beside the door. “Your room is that way. I'm going to take a quick shower. If you want a bath, go ahead, we have a couple hours before we need to get there.”

She went to her room and looked around in amazement. A huge gilded tub sat in a corner, along with tons of bubble bath in a bucket beside the tub; fluffy towels, cosmetics and toiletries on every surface.Aa huge bed, a closet full of clothes, and a view of the skyline that most celebrities would die for, made up the rest of the space.

Closing her door she stripped and started hot water in the tub, adding cherry blossom scented bubble bath to the water. She slipped into the tub and groaned. It felt unbelievably good. She leaned back against the edge of the tub and closed her eyes.

She heard her name being called. Her eyes fluttered open to Jeremy touching her shoulder and her water being barely luke warm. “I knocked and you didn't answer; I wasn't sure you were okay.” His eyes were worried.

“I'm great, thank you. I fell asleep, I guess.” He stepped away from the tub and picked up a towel.

“Here, let me help you.” He opened the towel up for her and looked away as she climbed out of the tub, Leaving him to imagine the water sluicing off of her incredible curves. He cleared his throat. “Go ahead and get ready, I'll be out here waiting for you.”

She watched him walk out of her room and close the door, his body encased in a pair of black trousers and a white button down shirt, showcasing his incredible butt and muscular shoulders. She shook her head and smiled to herself. She was feeling wicked tonight.

Going to the dresser, she found a strapless bra and some sexy underwear. Slipping those on, she went to the closet and began flipping through the clothes. She settled on an emerald green knee length dress, with a sweetheart neckline and fitted bodice. She found gold heels and a gold clutch and gold tone jewelry to put with it. She brushed through her hair and put cream in it to tame the curls a little. Twirling her curls into a bun, she pinned it up quickly. Browsing through the makeup, she put a little mascara, light gold eye shadow, and peach lip gloss on. She put some translucent powder on her nose and t-zone to prevent looking like an oil slick. She found deodorant and perfume she liked and put some on. After sticking a few things in her clutch, to take with her, she was ready.

***

He looked up as her door opened and out walked Sasha. “How do I look, Jeremy? Presentable for dinner?”

His mouth went dry and his dick got hard instantly. “You look unbelievable.” She twirled for him and smiled. “Very presentable for dinner, Sasha.”

He took a few slow breaths and begged his crotch to cooperate. He stood and put his suit jacket on. He held his hand out for her and she sashayed over to him, dark eyes smoldering. She leaned close and murmured in his ear, “I'd be very interested in trying with you again later this evening.” She swept past him, skirt brushing his pants. She threw a sultry look over her shoulder and walked out the door to the elevator.

“God help me,” he muttered, following her out the door.

They got in the car that was waiting and went to a fancy restaurant. She glimmered and was utterly charming with his business associates. They looked at him and nodded. She was doing perfect. She ordered an apple martini and sipped slowly while they discussed; the men ordering Jack on the rocks.

He eased his arm over her shoulder and said, “Sasha is a fantastic chef.”

“How charming,” Parker, one of his business associates remarked. “I wish I could find a beautiful woman who can cook, most of the girls I meet have personal chefs to do that for them!”

She smiled and shot him a slightly annoyed look, but took another sip of her apple martini, instead of biting his head off, like Jeremy knew she wanted to. They ordered dinner and Jeremy squeezed her hand, softly, under the table. She smiled at him warmly. As they ate, they nailed out the final details of the business deal, with Jeremy definitely getting the better end of the stick. Papers were signed and the other men shook Jeremy's hand; kissing her hand warmly. They paid the bill and left.

Jeremy let out a deep breath. “I hate doing that.”

“Really?” She was surprised. “You seem good at it.”

“It is a facade I put on. It's easy, after a while, to seem confident and sure in these situations. They do it too.” He held up his glass and watched the last little bit of liquid filter through the ice cubes. “I have another surprise for this evening, if you are game.”

She looked at him with those incredibly sexy eyes. “Oh yeah? What's that?”

He leaned over and pressed a kiss beneath her ear. “I want to take you somewhere you've never been.”

She laughed nervously. “You’ve been doing that all day, what else is new?”

He smiled. “This place is even better.” He stood and held out his hand. She took it with no qualms and followed him, heart pounding; he could hear it. He looked back at her and grinned wickedly. They got into the car and he held her hand again. “I think you are going to like this surprise.”

Chapter Five

They pulled up to the Empire State Building. She looked at him with wide eyes. “Oh, Jeremy. The Empire State Building?”

He grinned. “Yeah, it is ours for the night. I have dessert waiting for us on the observation deck.”

***

“It's all ours?” She was flabbergasted.

“Yeah, it's ours. No one will bother us.” Her breath caught in her throat. Her pulse sped up at the suggestion in his voice. She looked around in awe as they went to the elevator. He pressed the top floor button and leaned back against the wall. “Do you like this surprise, Sasha?”

She nodded. “It is amazing. Just seeing it with everyone else here would be a lot.”

He smiled. “You are worth more than that though.” She came over to stand in front of him.

“I want to kiss you.” She put a hand on either side of him, cornering him in.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” He put his arms around her waist and opened his legs, pulling her between them.

“Yeah.” She breathed, her lips almost against his. She started kissing him slowly. They made it to the floor of the observation deck and the doors opened. She pulled back with a little smile and took his hand. “Let's go look.”

He caught her around the waist and pulled her back, snugly fitting her ass against his dick. She groaned softly. “You want me.”

“Hell yes, I want you.” He rocked his hips into her. She took a deep breath to calm herself a little. He smiled as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade. “Trying to gain control, Cupcake?”

She turned in his arms. “Yeah.” She kissed him again, her tongue mating with his. He ran his hands down her ass, squeezing softly. She shivered. He pulled back, taking control.

“Look out at the skyline, Sasha.” She turned and gasped at the beauty of the New York skyline at night, watching the lights and the way the city moved.

“It is exquisite.” He stood beside her and caught her hand in his.

“I'm glad you like it. You deserve some happiness and joy in your life.” He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.

She looked at him with soft eyes. “You seem to be the only one who has ever thought that. I appreciate it.” He brushed a few curls that had escaped her bun back behind her ear. He leaned over and caught her ear lobe between his lips and nibbled gently. Her breath caught in her throat. She moaned softly. He pulled back with a slow smile. She looked into his eyes solemnly and murmured, “I want you.”

His eyes went dark in the low light. “Not as much as I want you, Cupcake.” He smiled wickedly. “Come, let's have some dessert.” A small table, she hadn't noticed before, was in the corner of the deck with two chairs. He lit the candles on the table with a flourish, and flipped a switch. Small strands of lights twinkled all around. A bouquet of roses sat on the table, along with tiramisu and champagne. He popped open the champagne. “Would you serve the tiramisu?” She put two servings on the plate, using her finger to slide the creamy concoction off the serving spoon. He caught her hand in his and licked the cream off of her finger, dark eyes watching her wickedly. She groaned at him licking the tip of her finger. He let her hand go and murmured, “Mmm, delicious.” She flushed hot. He pulled her chair out and poured champagne for her. “Sit and enjoy your dessert, Sasha.”

***

He could see her pulse fluttering in her throat.

“I'm hungry for something else.” The champagne flute he'd picked up, slipped from his fingers in his shock. She looked down at the mess and blushed. “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what? I'm the butterfingers.” He stood and quickly helped her away from the broken glass. He handed her the candelabra and moved the table and chairs from the broken glass on the deck. “There, now we can sit.”

She put the candelabra down and caught his hand in hers. “I don't want to sit.” He found himself pushed against the deck, his back facing the city. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing him passionately. His fingers found the zipper on the side of her dress and he eased the zipper down. She eased back, letting the dress fall around her hips. He bent to kiss the edge of her breast, pushed high by the bra. She threw her head back and sighed softly. He took advantage of the position, pulling her hips in tight to his and nibbling her neck.

“Are you sure you want to play up here, Sasha?” He murmured against her neck. He could feel her pulse throbbing in her throat.

“Oh, God, yes. I've always had a fantasy of being in a semi public place with a guy.” She looked at him, her eyes glowing.

“With a guy, huh?” He bent to kiss her breasts again. “Any old guy off the street?”

She grinned sexily. “Jeremy, I want to play up here with you.”

He growled and turned so she was facing the city and he was behind her. He flipped the skirt of her dress up and nearly came undone seeing the lacy red panties covering her unbelievable ass. “Sasha...” He arched his hips into her. She pressed her hands on the glass and arched into him. “Sweetheart, you're killing me. This bra has got to go.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes smoldering now. He popped the hooks on the bra and tossed it over to the table. Her luscious breasts spilled into his hands. She moaned as he fondled her breasts, nipples getting hard from his touch. He ground into her ass, stroking her nipples and kissing her back. She turned around and he grabbed her ass, sitting her on the small ledge. He caught her nipple in his mouth and she grabbed his hair in pleasure. He rocked his hips into hers, only whisper thin panties and his pants separating them. His hand slid up her thigh. He pulled back and watched her face, gauging her reaction. She was breathing hard, her hair coming loose and her skin was flushed and dewy.

“Touch me, Jeremy.” He groaned and went back to laving his tongue on her breasts. Sliding slowly higher, he stroked the lace of her panties. She moaned in frustration. “Touch me, Jeremy.” She was breathless and her underwear was soaking wet. He pulled her off the ledge. She whimpered.

“Hold on, Baby.” He led her to the table. He quickly pushed everything off the table, the cacophony of breaking dishes and the candles sputtering out exciting her more. The twinkling of the white lights made it intimate and sexy. “Come here,” he ordered. He pulled her to him and ran his hands under her skirt, catching her panties with a finger and sliding them down. Crouching, he ran the scrap of material down her shaking legs. “Are you sure you want this, Sasha?”

“Oh, God, yes.” She moaned, lifting each leg to take the panties off. He tossed them to the side. Sliding his hands up her legs as he rose, he grabbed her by the ass and lay her on the table. He pushed the skirt up and opened her legs wide.

He leaned over her and licked her nipples. She sat up and rested on her elbows. He kissed her lips and whispered, “I want to make you feel incredible.”

She whispered back, “I already do.” His hand snaked between them to glide over her breathtakingly wet core. She arched into his hand, crying out. “Ohhhh.. That feels unbelievable.”

He bit her nipple gently. “Yes, Baby, you do.” He toyed with her clit, listening to her mewing and moaning. He kept suckling her breasts and kissing her stomach. He could tell she was getting unbearably close to orgasm. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, suckling and licking her clit until she screamed in orgasm. He suckled and licked as he felt her come down off the high in waves. He pressed a kiss to her core and another to her thigh. It was as far as he would take her here. “Sasha?”

She moaned softly in her throat. “Yeah?”

He stroked her breasts softly. “You okay?”

“Hell yes. Why are you stopping?” She looked at him in exasperation.

He laughed. “Cupcake, I am not taking you out here. You said you were a virgin, am I right? You deserve your first time to be somewhere special.”

“Virgin or not, I want you.” She pulled him to her.

“No, Sasha. I want it to be better than this for you.” He kissed her warm and willing mouth.

She smiled. “But I get what I want, when I want.”

He brushed her hair back. “Not this time, Cupcake. Let me get you dressed. I'd be glad to make you scream like that again at the apartment, but I'm cutting you off right now.” He kissed her again and helped her put her bra back on and zip up her dress.

“Shouldn't we clean up this mess?” She looked around then murmured, “I can't find my panties...”

He groaned a little. “No, Cupcake. I will send someone to take care of this, and don't worry about your panties. You don't need them.” She shivered at his wicked words.

The car was waiting on them, the driver nonchalantly looked straight ahead as the disheveled Sasha climbed in. “Where to, Mr. Parks?”

“Home.” The privacy window went up. Sasha looked at him and flushed. He put his arm around her and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. “Don't be shy with me now.”

She played with the buttons of his shirt. “I'm not, just thinking about what we just did.”

“Which part? Me licking you til you screamed?” She glanced up at him quickly and flushed hot. “Ah, I thought so. I take it you enjoyed it?”

“It was okay.” She shrugged.

“Just okay? Well, next time I'll have to do better, won't I?” He nibbled her ear lobe, which turned into a steamy makeout session. When they stopped at the apartment, he calmly smoothed his hair, and opened the door for them. They got in the elevator and acted like nothing had happened between them. She giggled. He smiled. Once on the top floor, he grabbed her hand. “Now, how about making you scream until you can't scream anymore?” He pulled her to his bedroom.

She kicked off her shoes and he helped her unzip her dress and unhook her bra. Soon, she was totally naked in front of him. She stepped forward to unbutton his shirt and kiss his neck. He growled and ripped the shirt the rest of the way open, buttons scattering on the floor. He pulled his trousers off and his cock sprang free, standing at full mast. She bit her lip nervously.

“All you have to say is stop, Sasha. You're in control.” He touched a finger under her chin. She smiled confidently.

“I'm not scared.” She twined her arms around his neck and they kissed slowly. He ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass. He pulled one of her long legs up around his waist, then lifted her around his hips. She twined her legs around him. He felt her wetness on the shaft of his cock and he groaned deep in his throat.

“Sasha, you feel so unbelievably good.” He nipped her shoulder. He turned and eased her down on the bed. She kept her legs wrapped around him. The head of his dick rubbed against her clit and she cried out in pleasure. “Unwrap your legs.” Her legs flopped down at his sides. “No, Cupcake.” He put her legs up on his shoulders. She sat up and rested on her elbows, looking at him curiously. He pushed her down and buried his face in her. He licked and suckled her clit until she was moaning and mewing again. When he knew she was at the edge, he slipped one finger inside her and she shattered, screaming his name and shaking all over. He felt her clench around his finger and her juices flow out. He withdrew his finger and licked her quivering pussy one more time, making her moan in pleasure. “Sasha, I want to make love to you.”

“Yes, please.” She groaned. He stood and grabbed a condom out of his nightstand drawer and positioned the head of his throbbing cock at the opening of her deliciously soaked pussy. She wrapped her legs around him. “Now, Jeremy, please!” She grabbed at his hips and pulled him forward, begging with her body and her mouth. With all the restraint he possessed, he entered her impossibly slowly. He felt the resistance of her virginity and pushed forward slightly. She was delirious with pleasure, bucking her hips toward him and digging her fingers into his hips. With his finger, he quickly rubbed her exquisitely sensitive clit and drove into her, evoking a scream from her throat. He felt her tighten around his cock and he lost all control. He drove into her, over and over, riding her orgasm and rubbing her clit as she built up another. She shattered all around him, he could feel her wetness between them and she was so unbelievably tight, he was about to lose control. She was sobbing his name, over and over, as he drove into her as deep as he could.

He withdrew totally. She cried out and reached for him. “Wait, Cupcake.” He climbed on the bed and lay on his back. “Get up here. I want you to ride me.” She eagerly straddled him and he eased his throbbing cock deep inside her again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and suckled her breasts, one, then the other, as she rode him hard and fast, moaning out her pleasure. He felt her orgasm building again and he let himself go. He grabbed her hips and forced her down on him, hard and fast. Before he could stop himself, he pulled her down to him and, right when her pussy clenched around him and she shook with her orgasm, his fangs extended and he bit her neck. She screamed in pleasure, moaning his name repeatedly. He exploded inside her and shook with the force of the orgasm. His fangs withdrew from her neck and he gently licked the blood that dripped out, trembling. She collapsed on his chest, quivering in absolute satiation.

He stroked her back in slow circles, feeling her breathing slow and her muscles relax. He felt like the worst kind of monster. He had never bitten anyone during sex. He'd never felt the urge to bite a woman during sex. Her blood tasted better than her pussy, if it was possible, like the best kind of red wine and chocolate mixed with hot, wet sex. It was a taste he could get addicted to. Her body was something he could get addicted to. She gave as good as she got. He didn't know how she would feel about the bite once she came out of her sated state.