Scarlet (4 page)

“No! Wait!” She held up her hands to hold him off.

He stopped but the way his eyebrows angled inward proved he
wasn’t happy. “What?”

“Uh, balance.” The doors closed but the elevator didn’t move.

“Balance?”

“Yes, we need to keep the elevator balanced, so you need to
stay in that corner. And press seventeen.”

He backed up, the irritation on his face turning to
confusion and maybe a little fear.
Great.
He’d been thinking she was
quirky. Now he thought she was nuts. Still, he leaned against the wall, hit the
lighted button for seventeen and stared at her.

“This good enough?”

“Yes.” She offered a weak smile. “I have a fear of
elevators.” There. That at least sounded like a common enough fear. Some of the
tension in his muscles eased. He stared at her for the first few floors, the
“she’s crazy” look in his eyes giving her little hope of getting laid.

But after two hours of foreplay through dinner, she wasn’t
letting him go without a fight. She raised the hem of her skirt and flicked her
leg forward. His eyes dropped to the flirty movement. “Do I have lovely
ankles?” she asked. She pulled the dress up past her knee.

The smirk returned to Cain’s lips and he nodded. “And if you
lift that dress much higher, we’re definitely going to unbalance this
elevator.”

She laughed and the doors opened. Heather raced out into the
lobby, keeping her distance, but not getting too far away. She didn’t want to
lose him.

Heather led Cain down the hallway. She sighed with relief
when she saw the door. She’d made it. Now came the moment of truth. Was she
going to invite him inside? It would be relatively simple to let the dress fall
off in the hallway. She could back into the room, embarrassed, apologizing for
taking up his time.

Or she could take him into the room with her and have wild,
wicked sex. Her pussy clenched and liquid heat rushed down, drenching her
already soaked panties. She knew which choice her body would make.

She stopped at her door, working the cardkey in the lock and
hearing the “slick” as the door opened.

“Well, thanks for dinner.”

He stayed back as if he wanted to give her space. It was
polite and gave her an extra level of security. Nothing freaked her out more
than a stranger cuddling behind her when she hadn’t asked him to.

She stepped back into the hall. The door swung shut, locking
them outside once again.

The hall was empty. No witnesses. She boldly invaded his
space. He didn’t back up. She wrapped her arm around the back of his neck and
pulled him close. Her heels gave her just enough height to meet his lips
without stretching on her toes.

There wasn’t even a heartbeat of hesitation. His lips met
hers in a hungry, take-everything kiss. Delicious sexual shivers ran through
her whole body. She pressed closer, the tips of her breasts brushing against
his cotton shirt.

His hands slid down her back, rough strong fingers cupping
her ass. She gasped and tilted her head back, meeting his gaze, those dark eyes
glowing with desire. Cain smiled.

“You’re naked.”

“Almost. Told you there was something wrong with the
zipper.”

He nodded solemnly. “I like it. They should design all
dresses like that.”

She giggled and he lifted her up, freeing her completely
from the dress. She almost cheered but he didn’t put her down. Instead he
cupped her ass and pressed her against him. She wrapped her legs around his
waist and moaned as he pushed her back against the door. His hips rocked
forward, pulsing his erection against her pussy.

“Damn, I can feel you through those sexy little panties,” he
murmured against her neck. He scraped his teeth across her skin, nipped at her
collarbone.

“Door,” she muttered, mirroring his caresses. She tried the
handle but it was locked again. “Damn hotel doors,” she muttered, pushing him
away. He let her lower her legs but stayed close. She didn’t know if it was to
help hide her naked body or because he liked to be pressed against her. Didn’t
care. She loved the way his jeans scraped against her bare legs.

She spun around within his grasp and re-opened the door.

Cain moaned at the sight of her sweet ass, encased in that
tiny scrap of red silk. One tug and those would be gone. He reached out,
sliding his hand down her ass cheek, letting his fingers skim across the line
where her butt met her thigh, soft and smooth. So fucking sexy.

She inhaled and didn’t take that step forward, as if she was
afraid to move out of his touch.

He patted her ass, giving her the nudge to go inside so they
could finish getting naked. She took a step forward then stopped.

“My dress.”

Cain glanced at the white pile on the floor. Heather seemed
to know the dress was ugly.

“Maybe we should leave it there,” he suggested.
“Housekeeping will get rid of it.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “As much as I’d love to,
it’s a friend’s. Plus someone might put it on. I couldn’t do that to an
unsuspecting woman.”

With that cryptic statement, she snagged the hem of the
dress and dragged it into the room. More proof there was nothing sentimental
about that gown, she tossed it onto the floor and stepped to the side, looking
at him.

She stood there, wearing nothing but a pair of red panties.

And a wicked smile.

“Are you coming in?”

As if he could ignore an invitation like that. He walked
into the room and let the door shut, closing them in.

Cain paused in the entrance. Heather stood a few feet away,
one knee bending a little, turning inward to almost hide her pussy. Pretty
wasted effect since he planned to have those panties off in seconds.

But she stood there, teasing him, tempting him. She licked her
lips and Cain felt it in his cock as if she’d licked that pretty pink tongue up
the full length of his shaft.

Still she didn’t move. Knowing the female mind, she could be
deciding that she wasn’t interested. Then why get naked? Because he really
didn’t believe the “zipper” was the problem with that dress. It seemed a little
too convenient.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he said, though he stepped
forward. He would back off if that’s what she wanted but that didn’t mean he
wasn’t going to influence her decision. He reached out and let his fingertips
rest on her hips.

Heather raised her eyes to meet his. “Now, what fun would
that be?” she asked.

“Just trying to be a gentleman.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Yes, because a gentleman is exactly what I’m looking for
right now. Fast, bland vanilla sex. What could be better?”

Cain winced. “Damn. Unfortunately, all I can bring to the
table is hard and kinky. Will that do?”

The dramatic sigh that trickled from her lips made him want
to laugh. “I guess. If that’s all you’ve got.”

“I’ll do my best to make this as boring as possible.” He
snagged her around the waist and turned her so her back was against the wall.
He grabbed the edge of her red panties and yanked them down. A faint “rip”
warned he’d torn the silky material. She gasped. “Oops.” He looked up. It was
difficult to be too upset about her panties when she stared at him with those
wide green eyes. “I’ll buy you another pair,” he promised with a kiss.

“You’d better.” She hooked her arms around the back of his
neck, pulling him close when he would have retreated. “I have very expensive
taste in underwear.” This time, she initiated the kiss, opening her lips,
sliding her tongue into his mouth.

She teased, tempting him. Calling him to come play. She
reached between their bodies and grabbed the edges of his shirt, yanking hard.
Buttons popped and pinged against the wall as the two sides separated.

She blinked. “Oops.”

“Oops, right.”

Damn, why did every word from her mouth feel like a fist
around his cock? She was gorgeous but it was the sexy attitude that had him on
the verge of coming before he’d even gotten his pants off.

Thank God he had a condom in his wallet.

But damn, he couldn’t fuck her yet. It was too fast. He
needed to make sure she was wet and ready.

He looked down, smoothing his hand across her hip, staring
at her pussy, the almost-bare skin tempting him. He started to sink to his
knees but she grabbed him and pulled him back up.

“Later.” She shook her head, pulling him close, covering his
mouth with a kiss. “I want you. Inside me. Now.”

Damn, he loved a woman who knew what she wanted. He pressed
in close, sliding his erection against her pussy. The heat flowed through his
jeans and he groaned.

“Fuck.” He yanked open his fly, his cock punching forward,
the damn thing practically begging to be freed. Cain dragged his wallet out of
his back pocket and plucked the emergency condom out of the main compartment.
He tossed his wallet on the floor and shoved his jeans and briefs down.

Heather’s hands immediately wrapped around his shaft,
squeezing gently. Cain moaned and braced his hands against the wall beside her
head, watching her as she held his cock. He thrust deeper into her grip,
leaning in and pressing hot kisses on her neck. Her fingers tightened, giving
him something to rub against.

“Damn, honey, you’ve got some wicked hands.” Wanting to
return the favor, he slid one hand between her legs. His fingers dipped between
her pussy lips. “But I want to be in here, fucking you.” Her moan filled his
head and drove him on. He sank two fingers into her passage. The slick, hot
flesh closed around him. Fuck, he was going to come just putting his dick
inside her.

Urgency he couldn’t ignore drove him on. He opened the
packet and rolled the condom up his shaft, her soft hands slipping beneath his
to help. He let his hands drop, moaning as she stroked him, smoothing the thin
shield up his cock. Her fingers went beyond the mere mechanics of putting on
the condom, teasing him with sexy flutters, a gentle squeeze.

His head started to spin but he couldn’t pull his cock away
from her grip. He leaned in, taking her mouth in a kiss, driving his tongue
between her lips as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. Unable to control his
hips, he pumped into her hand, groaning as he plowed his cock through the
tunnel created by her fingers.

He grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away.

“Fuck, sweet. I can’t take any more.”

A pout curled her lower lip. “But I like the way you feel.
Nice and long.” She reached out and trailed one finger the full length of his
shaft. “So hard.”

“I’ll feel even better inside you.”

Her eyes widened as he lifted her, spreading her legs and
driving his cock into her pussy in one hard thrust.

Heat closed around his dick and he groaned, pushing deep,
sending her back against the wall. A corner of his brain came alive, reminding
him to make sure she was with him on this—that she wanted a hard, fast fuck.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into his ass, pulling him
deeper.
Oh yeah.

He rocked forward, already deep inside her but wanting to go
just a little farther, giving her everything he had. She cried out and clung to
him, her pussy contracting around him. Instinct took over and he pumped in and
out, loving the slick heat of her cunt.

The rhythm overtook them. He pounded into her and she took
him.

Her cries urged him on—harder. More. Fuck!

Lost in the driving beat, he wasn’t prepared when she leaned
down and scraped her teeth across his collarbone. The almost dainty bite sent a
shockwave into his groin.

He kept one hand on her ass and jammed the other against the
wall as he slammed into her. He braced himself, spreading his legs to get more
leverage and fucked her hard, tilting his hips so every stroke sent her higher.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, delicious little bites to
his skin that elevated his senses. He ran his teeth across her shoulder and
mirrored her earlier caress, biting down just a shade harder, making sure she
felt it.

Her shout filled his head even as her pussy clamped down on
his shaft, subtle contractions that pushed him over. He groaned and drove into
her one more time, savoring every ripple along his cock, heat squeezing his
dick.

They stood there, locked in position, muscles frozen, unable
to move just yet. Finally she lifted her head from his shoulder and let it fall
back against the wall with a gentle thump. She gasped in a breath. The tight
peaks of her breasts teased his chest with each inhale.

“Oh my,” she whispered.

Cain grinned and fought to catch his breath. He’d have said
the same thing if he didn’t think it would make him sound too much like a girl.

“Not really what I was expecting when I started out my day,”
she drawled. He smiled and eased back, letting his cock slip from the hot
paradise of her pussy.

Her thighs tightened on his hips as if she wasn’t quite
ready to let him go. After a moment, the pressure relaxed and she slid her legs
down his body and planted those wicked heels in the carpet.

“Okay?” he asked, making sure she was steady on her feet. It
never ceased to amaze him that women could balance in shoes like that, let
alone after an orgasm that looked like it weakened her knees. It sure as hell
had made his tremble.

She nodded and scraped her hair out of her face, the strands
tangling in her fingers.

Giving her a minute to catch her breath, Cain stepped back
and slipped into the bathroom to discard the condom. Keeping his jeans hitched
around his waist, he washed his hands and wandered back into the main room. He
wasn’t sure what he’d find. Was this going to be some weird “well, we fucked,
now I’d better go” moment? Or did she want him to stay? Did he want to stay?

He stepped into the short hall and his eyes immediately
latched onto Heather’s ass as she bent over to pick up the gown she’d tossed to
the ground.