Personal Assets (Texas Nights) (21 page)

“Trying to steal my team, Wright?”

The boys slid from under the GTO and sat up.

Tiny popped to his feet. “Hey, Allie, it was my idea.”

“I was kidding.” She pulled Tiny in for a hug. Ben hunched over and picked at his grated shin. “What did you do to yourself?”

“It’s nothing.” Ben scowled and limped to a folding chair against the wall. “What’re you doing here?”

“Ah, I was in the neighborhood.”

Tiny broke out in a knowing grin. “It’s not like any place in this town is
out
of the neighborhood.” He hauled Ben from his chair and herded his friends toward the door like a miniature sheepdog. “Let’s go, man. They want to be alooone.”

Once the boys left, Allie wasn’t quite sure how to kick off the conversation. Just looking at Cameron, sitting there in his paint-splattered jeans and a T-shirt featuring a vampire sinking his teeth into a busty blonde’s inner thigh and the caption Bite Me, Baby—Halloween Pi Kappa Mixer, made her endorphins want to come out and kick up their heels.

They’d only skimmed the surface of their sexual intensity. It had taken her over twenty-seven years to feel this way with a man, and darned if she was going to wait another quarter century to find a man who might make her feel half as good.

She took a breath and plunged in, “I don’t think we should let our business issues come between our personal relationship.”

Relationship.
There, she’d said it.

She picked up a tool—wrench, maybe?—and paced around the garage.

“Okay.”

Huh? No way it could be this easy to convince him to go back the way things had been between them. “I mean, I’d like us to be friends too, of course.”

“Allie, I don’t think friendship is going to work.”

Her heart thudded, landing in her stomach.

“We’d be shortchanging ourselves if we settled for being only friends.”

Her heart clambered back toward its normal location. “So we can go back to our original agreement?”

“Not exactly.”

“Oh.” Her body was racked with internal vertigo.

“I want more.”

“More what?”

He didn’t immediately answer, his attention absorbed by the wrench she held. She glanced down and realized she was stroking it hand over fist.
Oh.
More of that.
This was her chance to get things back on the physical level, a place she understood. “I went shopping since I was at your house.”

“Huh?”

“Roxanne received some new inventory earlier this week—” she strolled toward him, “—and I couldn’t resist.”

His head shot up. “Couldn’t resist what?”

Allie checked over her shoulder to ensure the garage door was cracked only a few inches. They were safe. No one walking by would be able to see inside. Her heart boomed because she was about to step out of her safety zone.

She smoothed her hands down her thighs and caught her cotton skirt’s hem. She edged it up a few inches only to drop it back to her knees.

Cameron groaned, reached out and froze, greasy palms up. “Princess, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna be touching you with these hands.”

This time she left several inches above her knees exposed. He tried to roll closer, but she braced a foot against the contraption he sat on. “Stay right there, buddy.”

He gripped the wood beneath him, and she returned to her slow exposure of thigh.

The line of Cameron’s jaw was tight and his nostrils flared as he drew in air. “More.”

She worked the fabric higher, exposing a hint of black silk between her thighs.

He burned her with a heated look before returning his attention to the spot she framed with her hands. It warned her she’d better hurry it along or he was going to provide assistance regardless of the state of his hands.

Trailing her nails along the elastic edges of her bikini panties, Allie drew her skirt to her waist. The anticipation of this little game was killing her. And it looked like it was affecting Cameron the same way.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

She slowly pivoted and gathered the fabric around her waist.

“Jesus Holy Christ.”

“Like them?” The thong was made from a string of champagne-colored pearls.

His only response was a garbled mess of vowels.

Thank you
,
Roxanne.

Finally, he found his consonants. “This is bad.”

Oh no, it was going to be amazing. “Why?”

He clenched his eyes shut and arched away from her. “Because it would take me thirty minutes to clean all the grime from my hands. Even if I looked and smelled decent enough to touch you, I don’t have a goddamn condom.”

She released her grasp on her skirt and allowed it to float back down to cover her sexy panties. “Fine.”

“Hey,” he protested. Cameron pushed from the floor as though he were an old man with arthritis.

But his problem wasn’t stiff joints. It was the stiff bulge pushing at his zipper. “Maybe we can figure something out,” she said.

Crooking her finger in a “follow me” sign, Allie led the way to his office. When he joined her in the cramped space, she locked the door and then set to work on the button and zipper on his pants.

“Allie, I told you—”

“Hush and let me handle this.” She tucked two fingers into his waistband and thumbed open the button. However, undoing his zipper was a bit trickier with his erection straining the metal teeth. She unzipped enough to give him a little breathing room. Then she pushed him back into his desk chair.

Although outwardly calm, her nerves jumped. What had seemed like a fun, sexy idea a few minutes ago now seemed like a declaration of trust. She’d never done...this...in front of someone else before. If she could trust him to let her take charge tonight, satisfy her own sexual needs, they might have a chance at something more than just a physical relationship.

His body was a rigid line. He curled and released his fingers on the arms of his chair like a cat sharpening its claws.

Allie reached for the side zipper on her skirt and released it with a slow, deliberate motion. When she hit the bottom of the opening, she peeled the fabric apart slightly and shimmied the light cotton fabric down to expose her panties and a strip of upper thigh.

He tracked her every movement. “Are you going to tell me what you’re doing?”

She smiled. He was hooked. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to take that damned skirt off.”

Allie slipped it down and stepped out of it, leaving her in gingham-patterned kitten heels and a snug sky-blue T-shirt. She edged between his knees and the desk. This looking but not touching was making her hotter by the second.

She slid her hips onto the cool surface of Cameron’s desk, which he took as an invitation to scoot his desk chair closer, forcing her to spread her knees to accommodate him. His breath rasped out, sending warm whirls of air over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making her want to clasp them tight and rub them together to ease the empty, needy feeling.

“Did I mention how much I like those panties? In fact, I like them so much I want to rip them off.” He glanced up, his eyes dark, almost feverish. “With my teeth.”

Her hand instinctively covered the silk triangle stretched between her legs. “Oh, no, you don’t. These aren’t discount-store three-per-package underwear. I had to take out a second mortgage on my house in order to pay Roxanne for them.”

Cameron’s attention was focused on the spot where her fingertips rested, and Allie’s body responded. Through the cloth, she could feel the humid heat of her own arousal.

It felt good, powerful.

“Keep going.” His voice erupted in a guttural tone as if he hadn’t used his vocal cords in years.

She wanted to slide her hand between her legs as badly as Cameron wanted to watch her do it. But she forced herself to go slow. If she didn’t, her body would explode, and she wanted to draw out the pleasure for them both.

The feel of silk rubbing against the curls covering her mound was delicious. She stroked light circles across the fabric, extending the self-torture, knowing she could touch herself at any time and in any way she wanted. Imagining the stroke of her fingers on her most sensitive flesh caused the release of a warm rush of moisture.

Cameron’s breathing was rough, but Allie didn’t glance up, too captivated by the erotic sight of her own fingers. She slid them lower, barely skimming the hypersensitive jut of her clitoris, and tension zinged through her. It wouldn’t take much more to send her over, but her release would be so much sweeter and more intense if she teased and tortured them both.

She’d never realized what a turn-on it would be to pleasure her own body with her lover watching.

She toyed with the elastic at the crease of her thigh, and the sound he made at her teasing hovered between a moan of pleasure and a groan of pain. “More,” he demanded.

“More what? More this?” She lifted her fingers to her mouth and slid them in and out of the hot dampness between her lips.

“God, yes.”

“Or more of this?” Allie trailed her fingers from the front of her chest in an invisible line arrowing back toward the center of her body.

Cameron grunted an unintelligible answer.

“Or maybe this?” She insinuated her touch between the grasp of her thighs and then loosened her muscles, allowing her knees to fall open again.

“Or...” Her excitement was pitched so high she was having trouble talking as she nudged aside the saturated strip of fabric covering her center. Her breaths came in desperate pants as she massaged her sensitive inner lips.

“Touch yourself, dammit.”

Her pulse beat with impatient intensity at the juncture of her thighs. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to watch her rub and caress that tight bundle of nerves until she lost control and came, legs spread, neck arched with his breath washing over her secret flesh.

* * *

Finger by finger, Cameron pried his hands away from their death grip on his office chair. He couldn’t touch her, but if he didn’t finish unzipping his jeans, he was going to do permanent damage to his dick. As he eased the rest of his fly apart, tooth by tooth, Cameron never looked away from Allie’s busy, nimble fingers, mesmerized by their slide over and into the sweet recesses between her legs.

When she’d sucked her fingers in and out of her mouth, he’d imagined his cock between her lips. He wanted to wrap his fist tight around his aching erection and pump it up and down in time with her self-touch. With every glide and circle, her body became more pliant with a moisture that made his mouth water. He wanted to push his face between her thighs. She would taste sweet and tangy. She would moan and press against his lips. She would shake with her orgasm, riding out the sensation against his lips and tongue.

Damn the silk strip between her legs playing hide-and-seek as she leisurely rubbed herself. “Take off your panties. I need to see all of you when you make yourself come.”

Allie hesitated and then slid her fingers under the tiny elastic bands at her hips. She lifted and eased the black scrap to her knees. Her shoes clattered as they hit the floor and her panties drifted to Cameron’s lap. Her aroused scent became even more potent.

He nudged her feet with his knees, prompting her to brace them on the chair’s arms, giving him a mouthwatering view of smoothly freckled inner thighs and soft golden down. She reached between her legs again and gently parted her outer lips. She was so pretty and pink and slick.

Instead of playing with her clitoris, standing at attention and begging to be rubbed, circled, suckled, Allie pushed a finger inside herself. She languidly slid it in and out, covering her skin with the damp proof of how near she was to coming.

Watching Allie was the most physically erotic thing he’d ever seen, but would a woman pleasure herself in front of her lover if she didn’t have total trust in the man? Not Allie, which meant that this was about so much more than her body.

The leather under Cameron’s fingers would wear permanent impressions of his fingers.

Finally, finally, she circled her fingertips around her clit and pumped against them. Neck arched, hand working, she made a wild keening sound as she came.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. Cameron shoved his shoulders between her now lax thighs to lick at her overheated flesh. God, she was salty and tangy and the sweetest damn thing he’d ever had in his mouth. She opened more and rocked into his mouth until she rode out the final shudders of her orgasm.

Thighs trembling, eyelids drooping, hair curling in the summer heat, Allie could barely hold herself up. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Hell, he’d barely gotten a chance to participate, but being a spectator had his breathing chuffing like a lathered racehorse. “We didn’t do nearly enough.”

She roused herself enough to open her eyes. “Are you pouting?”

Hadn’t he asked her the same thing not long ago? He slumped back against the now damp chair upholstery and dragged his arm across his forehead to swipe away the droplets of sweat clinging to his temples.

“Don’t worry, I’m not finished yet.”

“Princess, you pull anything else out of your sexy bag of tricks and I’m liable to end up in the emergency room with heart problems.”

Allie kicked his chair against the office wall. Without bothering to retrieve her skirt or panties, she slid down from the desk to her knees.

She clutched either side of his denim waistband. “Lift up.”

Cameron wanted to laugh, but for some reason he didn’t seem to have enough breath in his lungs. “Something about this setup seems strangely familiar.”

She began to ease the rough fabric over his hips. “Yeah, it does. But if you’ll help me here, I can promise it’ll work out better for you this time.”

He might not last long enough for her get her mouth on him, but he pushed up to allow her to drag his jeans and boxers down his thighs. Air played over his skin as his erection popped free of the restraining fabric. Ah...yes.

Not willing to have her going down go down the way it had the last time, Cameron shoved his boots off one at a time. Allie worked his jeans off. His sense of control was quickly destroyed again as she wedged her torso between his legs, the soft fabric of her T-shirt rasping over the hair on his thighs.