Roping the Wind (6 page)

‘Then go home.’ He forced himself to withdraw from their embrace.

‘That’s not what I meant. I can’t deny that I want some excitement in my love life.’

He let out his breath as a slow tide of relief laced with lust flooded his system. ‘Then let’s move on.’

‘Do you still want me to go and buy a skirt?’

He allowed his gaze to travel over her from head to toe. ‘No, I always enjoy a challenge.’

Jay took her hand and tucked it into the crook of his elbow. In a vain attempt to cool down, she took a few deep breaths of the sea air. Her attempt to slow her libido seemed fruitless. Ever since he’d uttered the word ‘fuck’, she’d wanted to strip naked and shout ‘Yes please!’

She pointed toward the corner of Market. ‘There’s a great restaurant here, or the revolving one at the top of the Hyatt Regency.’

‘Let’s try the Hyatt.’

They didn’t talk for the rest of the walk. Helen let Jay set a pace that was comfortable for him. At first his gait was a little awkward. She felt bad about him standing waiting for her for so long but she knew he wouldn’t appreciate her mentioning it. Like most macho men, he probably hated to be seen as weak.

She wasn’t in a rush. The feel of his big body alongside hers and his warm citrus scent made her want to rub her face against his chest and purr like a cat in heat.

The elevator was empty. Jay barely waited until the doors closed before he had her pressed against the wall, his face shadowed by the brim of his cowboy hat, his mouth demanding entrance to hers. She moaned as he slid a finger between two buttons on her silk blouse, bypassed her bra and unerringly located her right nipple.

He teased the point until it ached and then turned his attention to the other one. By the time the elevator chimed, both her nipples were visible through the silk of her blouse. Jay stood back and stared at her. Her gaze fell to his jeans and the swell of his erection and she shivered.

‘Don’t worry. You’ll be down on your knees taking my cock into your mouth soon.’

Her sex softened and cream flooded her pussy. With no panties, she wondered if he could smell the dampness he’d aroused. His smile told her he knew damn well what he’d done. For a second she regretted not wearing a skirt. He was right. It would’ve made things so much easier.

He ushered her into the restaurant, the palm of his hand placed firmly in the small of her back. Helen glanced around the lobby. Even this early on a Friday night, the restaurant hummed with conversation. In the gathering dusk, the views over the bay and the city were spectacular. While they waited for the reservations clerk to finish with another customer, Jay slid his hand down until his middle finger delved between her butt cheeks. He rubbed on the seam of her pants, pressing the soft fabric into the gathering wetness, stimulating her clit.

As the pressure increased, Helen kept her gaze fixed in front of her. Was it possible to have an orgasm from just being stroked? She wasn’t too keen to test the theory in the lobby of a public restaurant, but when she tried to move away, Jay brought his arm around her hips and held her exactly where he wanted her.

She let Jay talk to the maître d’, his matter-of-fact tone at odds with his continual stroking and the storm of feeling he was creating low in her stomach. When he took her hand and led her toward the bar area, she almost stumbled, her knees felt so weak.

He found them seats at the bar and settled his large frame on the small steel stool with athletic ease. Helen managed to order a martini and then found herself simply staring at Jay’s face.

He held up his beer. ‘Here’s to us.’

She tried to smile. ‘We’re a couple now?’

He grinned, that slow lazy smile which screamed danger. ‘If we want to be. Or what do you prefer? Fuck buddy? Friends with benefits?’

She shuddered. ‘Anything sounds better than couple.’

He leant forward until their heads were almost touching. ‘I like coupling.’

She took a sip of her drink. ‘You are incorrigible.’

‘What the hell does that mean?’

Helen raised an eyebrow. ‘Don’t pretend you don’t know. I’ve been reading your file. Among the papers was your school record.’

He shrugged and drank half his beer. ‘I was just dumb enough to bail out of school at sixteen. I wanted to be a cowboy.’

Helen could sympathize. She knew all about being stupid at sixteen. ‘A cowboy with an IQ of a hundred and forty.’

‘So?’

‘So don’t pretend to be stupid.’

He caught her hand and pressed it to the front of his jeans. ‘I may not be too smart but I’m good with my hands.’ He gave her an exaggerated wink. ‘And other parts of my anatomy.’

She deliberately dug her nails into the fabric until he caught his breath. ‘Why do you turn every conversation back to sex?’

He took her hand and placed it firmly back in her lap. ‘Because when I’m with you, it’s all I can think about.’

Helen forgot to breathe as he held her gaze.

‘I keep wishing you’d worn that skirt because right now I’d have my hand between your thighs and I’d be circling your clit with the tip of my finger, feeling your cream on my skin, hoping to make you come right in front of everyone.’

Her hand tightened around her martini glass. She couldn’t look away from the storm gray of his eyes. The last time she’d felt this overloaded with sexual desire had been in her teens. And look where that had led her – straight into marriage.

‘Jay –’

His attention shifted to a presence over her shoulder as the maître d’ announced their table was ready. Helen tried to shake off the sensation of being caught in a gradually tightening sensual trap. She wasn’t sixteen anymore. She was quite capable of calling a halt to the proceedings whenever she wanted to.

Jay waited until she sat down at the window table and then followed suit, sitting alongside her, edging his chair closer. He stretched out his booted feet until they touched hers.

‘What were you going to say before the guy interrupted us?’

Helen stared at him. What could she say? Stop turning me on? Stop making me think of rumpled sheets and sweaty bodies and sex that goes on for days? She dropped her gaze to the cutlery on the table and rearranged it into a neat square. Jay reached out and trapped her hand under his.

‘Helen, if we’re going to have sex together – and we are going to have sex together – how about we try for a little honesty between us as well?’

‘I thought this was all about fantasy.’ She forced herself to meet his gaze. His smile made her feel even more off-kilter.

‘Hell, yeah, but being honest about your fantasies isn’t easy sometimes, is it?’ He gripped her hand, his thumb stroking over her knuckles. ‘Some of the things I’d like to do to you are strictly not PC, but that doesn’t stop me fantasizing about them. And if I dare to share them with you, I risk giving offense or grossing you out.’

‘What kind of things would you like to do to me?’ Helen cursed her inner slut, who seemed to have taken control of her mouth.

He groaned. ‘That’s not a fair question. We’re about to eat.’

She fluttered her eyelashes at him. ‘You were the one insisting on honesty.’

‘Tell me what you were going to say before we were interrupted and I’ll be as honest as you like.’

Helen paused as their server arrived and took their order. Could she explain her tangled feelings? Was there any chance he might understand?

‘I’m confused.’

‘About what?’

‘About all this.’ Helen stared at their clasped hands. ‘I wanted something different in my life but I’m not sure if I can handle how you make me feel.’

‘How do I make you feel?’

She took a deep breath. ‘Out of control.’ She winced as his fingers tightened over hers.

‘And being in control is very important to you, isn’t it?’

‘Yes,’ she whispered.

He smiled and dropped his hand onto her thigh, which was covered by the thick tablecloth. ‘How about I give you no choice? How about I take control and you can’t do a damn thing about it?’

His fingers worked at the zipper of her pants. She shuddered as he cupped her mound. ‘I’m going to keep my hand right here while we eat and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.’

Helen bit down on her lip and glanced around the restaurant. It was fairly quiet in their area and the lighting was dim. Would anyone notice that her dinner date had his hand stuck down her pants? And what if they did?

She jumped as the waiter returned with their appetizers. He didn’t seem to notice how close Jay was sitting to her or that anything was amiss.

‘Helen, eat.’

She instantly picked up her fork. Jay seemed to be managing his crab cakes just fine with one hand. She wanted to squirm against the heavy possessive weight of his palm against her heated wet flesh. He flexed his strong callused fingers. Fingers that were used to wrestling with a bucking bull or mastering a green horse.

‘I like the feel of my hand between your legs. If it was up to me, I’d always have it there, just to show that you belonged to me.’

‘Is that one of the non-PC thoughts you were referring to? Twenty-first century women don’t belong to anyone.’

‘Yeah, that’s one of them, all right. If it were up to me, you’d be permanently naked and available to me twenty-four seven.’ He shifted closer until his thigh touched hers. ‘Of course, you might get a bit cold.’

‘Wow, you are so thoughtful for a man with domination fantasies. Maybe you’d let me wear a thong bikini occasionally.’

He gave her a considering look. ‘Nope, too many strings to get in the way. I’d just fuck you a lot. That would keep you warm, or even better, I’d keep you sitting on my cock.’

Helen found she couldn’t eat another bite as she imagined being naked and available for this man, just waiting for him to fill her with his cock.

Jay groaned and adjusted his fingers in her slippery wetness. ‘You see, your body is honest even if you can’t be. Your pussy would love to be fucked like that.’

Helen stood up so suddenly her chair almost fell over. ‘I’ve got to go to the bathroom.’

Jay only just managed to rip his hand out of her pants before she was moving away from him. Holding her purse in front of her, she made her way as quickly as possible to the restroom.

She almost didn’t recognize herself in the mirror of the luxurious bathroom. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide with desire. Helen stumbled into the largest cubicle and collapsed onto the toilet seat. She rested her elbows on her knees, her hands on the side of her head and rocked back and forth.

‘Oh God . . .’ She wanted him so badly it was like a physical pain. Did he sense that from her? Every time he talked about fucking her, about
taking her
, it was as if he’d stepped into the most private part of her imagination and read her darkest fantasies.

She tensed at the soft knock on the door. Jay’s scuffed brown cowboy boots showed under the gap.

‘Helen, let me in.’

She opened the door and he stepped inside, immediately filling the small space. She watched as he relocked the door and faced her.

‘Are you OK?’

She nodded, too afraid to open her mouth in case she begged him to touch her. He reached for her wrists and held them together in one of his big hands.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.’

In one deft motion, he turned her until her hands were pressed against the cream-tiled wall opposite the toilet. All she could see were the tiles. All she could feel was the slight pressure of his grip on her wrists. He stood behind her, his soft breath stirring the hairs at the nape of her neck.

Helen closed her eyes as he kissed her ear lobe and then bit down on it.

‘Keep your hands on the wall and don’t turn around, OK?’

She tried to control her breathing as he unfastened her pants and pushed them down to her thighs, exposing her ass and her pussy. He slid one booted foot between hers, widening the gap between her legs until the tight fabric of her pants stopped further movement.

‘You see how easy it is to do what you are told?’

He stepped closer until his body leant into hers, the buckle of his belt cold against her heated skin. She shivered as he stroked her hip and then cupped her mound. ‘Of course I’d like it if you didn’t do what I said as well. It would give me an excuse to put you over my knee and spank you.’

His thumb circled her clit and she jumped. ‘Has anyone ever spanked you before?’

‘Not since I was about six.’

‘I told you my thoughts weren’t PC. I’d love to spank you until your cheeks were red and then fuck you hard. I like to imagine you going to work the next day and not being able to sit down because every time you did you remembered the feel of my hand heating your skin.’

In desperate need of relief, Helen pushed her hips back against his groin. She could feel how hard he was. He groaned and pinched her clit. She bent her head until her brow rested on her outstretched hands. Now she could see his fingers buried between her legs.

‘Please . . .’ God, was that her whimpering?

‘What do you want, Helen?’

Beneath her arousal, anger stirred. He knew, the arrogant bastard, he knew what she wanted. Did he expect her to beg? She had to force the words out between her teeth.

‘You’re supposed to be in charge, aren’t you? Don’t you know?’

‘Hell yeah, I know.’

She gasped as he pushed all four of his fingers deep inside her, widening her so quickly she thought she couldn’t take anymore. He thumbed her clit as he worked his fingers in and out. She leant into the wall, rising on her tiptoes as he led her toward a climax.

Her scream echoed around the bathroom until he abruptly cut it off with his hand over her mouth. She bit into his flesh as the aftershocks continued to dance through her. He kept his fingers inside her, his thumb lingering over her clit.