Seducing Helena (4 page)

She leaned forward and nibbled on his neck, sending a hard surge of lust through him and making him release her wrists. “Does your timetable include an orgasm in the back of my car?”

He laughed and gently removed her from his lap despite her protests. “No. I want to savor you, to be able to devote myself one hundred percent to your pleasure without being rushed. Be patient, baby, and I promise it’ll be worth it.”

She crossed her arms beneath her luscious breasts. “Fine. You’re no fun.”

Unable to resist touching her, he took her hand in his. “So, what’s my surprise?”

With an excited bounce, she turned to look fully at him. “I was wondering if you’d like to be my guest at the Sirens’ fashion show tomorrow night.”

He gaped at her. “The big one on TV? I didn’t know that was this week. The show doesn’t usually air until the fall.”

“You’re right. They tape it now and show it in September. I’d really like it if you came with me and hung out backstage. I won’t be able to be with you much, but knowing you’re watching me strut my stuff down the runway just flat-out does it for me. Besides, I want to show you off to my friends.”

A surprised burst of pride tightened his chest and he smiled at her. “Show me off?”

“Well, I might have been talking about you a bit with my friends.” She flushed, looked down, and toyed with their linked fingers. “I know it will be boring for you while I get my hair and makeup done, but Leo will be there as well, and the Rolling Stones are playing this year’s event.”

“Hold on, give me a sec to process this.” He rubbed his face with his free hand and tried to organize his thoughts. “You want me to come to the world famous Sirens’ fashion show, seen by over ten million people, and hang out backstage with the Rolling Stones?”

“Well, I don’t know if the Rolling Stones will be hanging out with anyone. They’ll have their own separate section, but they’re really nice guys. I met them during rehearsal yesterday. So, will you come with me? I’ll understand if you don’t want to because of the attention from the press and all that.”

The unsure glance she gave him reminded him of her letters about how her last couple of boyfriends had broken up with her because of the publicity surrounding her. Seth thought they were total fucking idiots, and their loss was his gain. Fuck, he’d survived three deployments to the sandbox. Having his picture taken wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to him. It would be nice to have someone shooting at him with a camera rather than a gun.

“I’m honored you want to take me. Can’t say I understand why you’d want to be seen with an unemployed, beat-to-shit old man but I’m not going to complain.”

Her brilliant smile made his heart skip a beat. “Thank you. Oh, you’re going to have so much fun.”

The warmth of the sun shining on his skin through the window vanished as they pulled into an underground parking garage. He let out a low mental whistle at all the expensive cars parked close together. Not for the first time, he wondered why the hell Helena was attracted to him. There was no way he could provide her with the lifestyle she currently lived, at least not yet. He’d managed to get his business degree while in the service and had a bunch of interviews set up for a job, but he wouldn’t start out making six figures. Uncertainty tried to turn into doubt but he forced his mind back to the present.

A moment after the car was parked, Seth went to open his door but Helena stopped him. “Let Gary do it.”

“Okay, but why? I feel stupid having someone do it for me.”

At that moment the other man opened the door, and she gave Seth a forced smile. “Later.”

Confused, he nodded. “Roger that.”

After an uneventful trip up the elevator to her apartment, Gary placed Seth’s suitcase against the wall next to her door. “I’ll be heading out now, Helena. If you need anything, give me a ring.”

She gave her cousin a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Gary. Say hi to Aunt Laverne for me.”

The men shook hands, and Gary gave him a narrow-eyed look. “You be good to her, you hear?”

She socked Gary in the arm but Seth laughed. “I hear ya.”

Muttering about men, she put her key into her apartment door as the other man made his way back to the elevator. As soon as she had it open, Seth held it for her, then followed her into her apartment with his luggage. He paused in the small foyer, taking in the pale wood floors and soft lemon yellow walls of the open-area kitchen and living room. He’d seen this room before in the pictures she had sent him, so it was kind of surreal to actually be here.

She hung her keys on a modern silver key hook next to the door and let out a sigh. “Thanks for letting Gary help. He got laid off from his job last year and hates feeling like a charity case. I hired him as my driver because I really did need one, but I know he thinks it’s out of pity. He also runs my dad around the city.”

“I can understand that. When my sister was getting a divorce, I helped her out with the money for a good attorney. She hated taking every penny but she didn’t have a choice. It was either let me help or risk losing her kids.”

She smiled at him and he couldn’t help but want to kiss her. Fuck, the smell of her filled the room, and she looked so damn good in that feminine dress. He wanted to touch her, taste her, and make her scream his name. Her gaze darkened, and she toed off her heels before moving to stand in front of him.

“Well, now you have me alone. What are you going to do with me?”

He fairly shook with the effort at keeping a leash on his libido. “Ask you for a tour?”

She giggled and moved closer, their bodies barely touching. “Of my bedroom?”

Goddamn it, she was going to kill him. “Not yet.”

With a soft sigh, she laced her arms around his neck and played with the back of his head. “Why not?”

“Honey, I’m trying to take things slow with you.”

She leaned up and nipped at his lip, her lush breasts crushing into his chest. “Please kiss me, Seth. Please touch me. I’ve dreamed about you for so long.”

His hard dick wanted nothing more than to be inside her undoubtedly sweet pussy, but she had to know he wanted her for more than her body. Then she looked up at him with those big brown eyes. The need he saw there tore at his self-control. Fuck, he’d dreamed about this moment as well. Dirty, raw dreams including fucking her until she was exhausted and still begging for more.

She must have sensed him relenting because she began to rub her pelvis against his in a way that had him gritting his teeth. “Please? Don’t make me beg, Seth.”

Struggling to regain the upper hand he smiled down at her. “Oh, but I like it when you beg.”

Her pupils dilated and she went soft, molding her body to his. “Please, Seth. Please make love to me.”

“No.”

She stiffened and her pleading look turned to a glare. “Hey, you said you would if I begged.”

“I said I liked it when you beg. Shit, you drive me crazy.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over her cheek, inching his way toward her mouth as he spoke. “You have been such a good girl, not coming like I asked you. I think you deserve a reward.”

He began to nibble on her lips and she eagerly opened her mouth, kissing him with a passion that left him breathing hard. He had to touch her, do something to ease this tension between them yet still leave her wanting. It was time to start learning her body and showing her what he could do for her. He wasn’t a fool. There was a fine line between teasing a woman and pissing her off. Right now she was getting pretty close to that pissed-off point, so he needed to ease her down a little bit.

Time to put phase one of Operation Seducing Helena into action.

Helena groaned into Seth’s mouth as he took charge of the kiss, stroking his lips against hers in a way that had her practically climbing him. He was even better-looking in person than in his pictures, and she cupped his cheeks as she kissed him back, loving the faint hint of stubble beneath her hands. The warmth of cedar came from whatever soap or body wash he used, and she melted when he bit her lower lip hard enough to sting.

He murmured, “Be still, sugar.”

A shiver raced up her spine, leaving hot desire in its wake. He knew exactly what to say to drive her crazy because she’d told him all of her sexual fantasies while they corresponded. It had started out with mild flirting, and then she’d come home very tipsy from an industry party one night and written him a long and rambling letter including her fantasy about a man taking charge in the bedroom. Not that she was into the whole BDSM thing; she just liked it when a man knew what he was doing and what he wanted her to do.

So as he kissed his way across her cheek and down her neck, she fought the urge to writhe against him. He held her waist with one hand, slowly stroking her skin through the thin fabric of her dress with his thumb, making her melt. He brushed his chin along the side of her neck, lightly scraping her and awakening even more nerves. Then he turned her and slammed her up against the wall, hard enough to startle her but not enough to hurt.

He pinned her hands above her head and resumed kissing her, but this time slowly grinding his pelvis into hers. The sensation of his thick erection pushing on her sex had her moaning into his mouth. It had been two very long weeks since she last had an orgasm, and her body was primed and ready in record time. With a grunt, he released her hands and reached between them, not breaking their heated kiss. She gripped his shoulders as he slowly pulled her dress up her thighs. Soon her panties were exposed, and he bunched the dress around her hips.

A slight flush of embarrassment went through her as she wondered what he would think of how wet her pussy got. According to the men she’d slept with, she was much wetter than the average woman, and not all of them seemed turned on by it. Seth inched his fingers along her upper thigh, drawing little circles over her skin as he got closer to her sex.

She moaned into his mouth, a needy sound that made him chuckle. While she was tempted to bite his tongue, she didn’t want to do anything to stop the wonderful track of his hand. He paused right before touching her aching flesh, and stiffened.

“Fuck, beautiful, I can feel the heat of your pussy like a fire against my hand.” Her response fled as he stroked the front of her panties. “And so wet for me.”

He cupped her sex with one hand and lifted her leg with his other so she half straddled him. Those wonderful, talented fingers began to play with her through her tiny panties, and she rocked into his touch, unashamed of her wanton behavior as need burned through her. She tried to kiss him again but he pulled back.

“No, I want to watch you come for me.”

Groaning, she turned her head to the side and gave herself over to the sensation of his thick fingers playing with her. A moment later, he gently slid the panel of her panties to the side and delicately touched her outer labia.

“So fucking soft.”

He massaged her sex, avoiding her clit until she was a trembling mess. “Seth, please.”

“Please what?”

She whimpered and forced her eyes open, looking up into his baby blue gaze. “Please make me come.”

His wonderful lips curved into a smile. “Your wish is my command. Hold on to me. I don’t want you falling.”

The solid mass of his shoulders bunched beneath her hands as he shifted them into a position that gave him greater access to her sex, but didn’t release her leg around his hip. Using his thumb, he slowly rubbed her clit in a circular motion, varying the pressure and speed until she was mindless, pleading with him, begging him to make her come. She felt amazing, more turned on than she’d ever been and all without either of them taking any of their clothes off.

He teased the entrance to her pussy with one thick finger, drawing out a needy moan, which made him groan in return. With his thumb, he continued to pet her stiff little nub he adjusted his technique, paying attention to what made her lose control. She tried to push down, to get him to enter her, but he was too strong. Every time she tried to move he’d tighten his grip and lean into her, effectively pinning her to the wall, forcing her to endure his touch.

This had to be the hottest thing she’d ever done with a man, by far. Something about Seth made her burn, and she reveled in the sensations he was pulling from her. As he stroked her cleft he began to nibble on her neck, little bites and licks, following by caressing her skin with his lips. Then he began to bite the junction of her shoulder and neck, not hard but with enough strength to make her moan for him. He began to press harder as he played with her stiff nub and she tensed against him, gripping the back of his head as he teased her with one hand while holding on to the solid strength of him with her other.

Seth’s calloused hands were so masculine, so strong and demanding. He didn’t allow her to wiggle away from him or do anything but open herself fully to his touch. His presence surrounded her, making her want to cry out with joy that he was finally here. She’d fallen in love with her pen pal during their correspondence and to actually touch him, smell him, and taste him was her own tiny bit of heaven.

But even in her wildest fantasies about this moment she’d never imagined it could be this good.

He began to finger-fuck her, and she lost what little control she had left. “Oh God, you’re going to make me come.”

“Do it, beautiful. Come all over my fingers. I want to feel this hot pussy clench down on me.”

With one more firm press on her clit, he made her do as he ordered, and she was bowled over by the strength of her orgasm. The sensation of him stroking her, both inside and out, combined with the lust radiating off him had her practically convulsing against him. Pleasure turned her bones to mush, and she collapsed against him, confident in his ability to hold her. He pulled her close, gently kissing her lips, laughing softly when she twitched in his arms as he withdrew his touch from her sensitive sex. She opened her eyes and tried to smile at him, but it was just too much effort.

Feeling this good had to be illegal.