Seven Sexy Sins (18 page)

They walked through the bar to their cars. She leaned against hers, and he leaned against his, just a foot away.

“So, until next Saturday?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“Where are we off to?”

“Actually Eve and Dan are going away for the weekend, so I thought we could stay at my place, if you like.”

He smiled. “Sure. And what sin’s this one?”

For the first time that evening, she felt her heart rate increase a little. “Wrath.”

“Hmm.” He studied her, his eyes fixed on hers, and his smile grew as a blush filled her cheeks. “That’s my girl.”

She touched the back of her hand to her face. “I don’t know how you do it. You could make me blush from a hundred yards.”

He stepped closer, still smiling, but didn’t say anything. He laced the fingers of his right hand through the fingers of her left down by their sides. Then he bent his head and kissed her.

We’re in public
, she thought, panicking a little, her heart racing, but his lips were so soft, the kiss so gentle, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. He placed his left arm around her, still holding his keys, and tightened his grip so she had to press herself against him. She put her hand on his chest and opened her mouth automatically under his, even though she was trying to keep the kiss light and friendly. He answered with a sweep of his tongue, and that was it, she threaded her fingers up through his hair, and he released her hand so he could pull her against him. White-hot heat flared between them, making her gasp, and she could feel her nipples tightening, an ache beginning between her thighs. Her body desired him, even though she was trying to keep herself distant.

In reply, he pushed her against her car, his body even more traitorous than hers, displaying his passion quite obviously in the hardness of his erection when he pressed his hips against her.

Somewhere at the back of the car park, a car horn tooted, and Rusty lifted his head sharply, even though the driver wasn’t targeting them. He didn’t pull back, though, and Faith could feel the pounding of his pulse in his neck beneath her fingers. His eyes were dark as they searched hers, his fingers digging into her waist. “How am I going to do it?” he asked hoarsely. “How am I going to be able to let you go?”

Her heart swelled. More than anything, she wanted to ask him to go back to the bar with her and tell Dan and the others they were seeing each other. Then she wanted to take him home to her bed, where they could wake up with each other next morning and for all the mornings after that.

But his eyes, although passionate, were frustrated, bordering on angry. He didn’t want to feel this way about her. She had to play this carefully. Women had done it since before the dawn of time—Cleopatra, Eleanor Woodville, Anne Boleyn, Wallis Simpson… They and many more both before and after had had to be clever, conniving, to get the man they wanted. And she was going to have to do the same.

“Don’t think about that now,” she said softly. She brushed her lips against his. “Think about next Saturday.” She let her lips curve and gave him a saucy look. “I have fur-lined handcuffs.”

As she’d hoped, the frustration faded from his eyes, desire taking its place. “Fur-lined?”

“Well, play ones obviously. They’re symbolic. That’s the point, isn’t it? It’s about trust. You don’t have to really tie someone up.”

He seemed amused. “Huh.”

“You don’t agree?”

He nuzzled her ear. “Where’s the fun when you know you can escape at any moment?”

A frisson of excitement rippled through her. “Rusty!”

“What?” He pressed his lips to her neck. “Don’t tell me the thought of me chaining you to the bed and keeping you as my sex slave doesn’t turn you on.”

“I…”
Oh dear.
“Um…”

He lifted his head. He was smiling, and he kissed her nose. “That’s what I’m here for. To show you the flower garden.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“Absolutely.” 

“That’s my role.”

“Yes, of course. And you’re so good at it. How
did
you become such a gardener?”

He gave a short laugh. “Have a good week, Faith. Thanks for meeting me tonight.”

“I enjoyed it.” She reached up to kiss him one more time.

“Me too.” He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “I always do, with you.”

Chapter Seventeen

It had been a busy week. Rusty had been preparing for the ERO inspection, plus he’d had a parent evening and an after-school staff meeting. They’d texted and emailed each other regularly, but he hadn’t had a chance to see Faith all week.

Consequently, he was desperate to see her, firstly because he’d missed her and he was starting to dislike being apart from her, and secondly because he was as horny as a stallion in a field of brood mares. Sitting in the car in front of the rugby ground, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and tried to think about inspectors and schemes of work and Henry the Eighth wall displays in an effort to distract himself. He’d been daydreaming all week about handcuffing Faith to the bed and torturing her with various pleasure-inducing methods. Consequently, sporting a hard-on the size of the Sky Tower, he was beginning to worry about embarrassing himself by arriving before the train entered the station, so to speak.

The passenger door opened, making him jump, and Faith slid in beside him. She smelled of autumn, and she looked happy and bubbly as she turned in her seat to look at him. “Hey, you.”

“Hey,” he said, smiling.

She didn’t say anything else but sat with her back against the car door, her eyes dancing.

“What?” She looked gorgeous with her long brown hair tumbling around her shoulders, her beautiful chocolate-brown eyes wide and teasing.

“I thought this time would never come. I’ve been thinking about it all week.”

“Me too.” He let his gaze drift to where she’d unbuttoned her white shirt low enough to expose a hint of cleavage and a swell of pale breast. He closed his eyes for a moment, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel again.
Down, boy
.

She laughed and moved toward him, leaning across so she could brush her lips against his. “Do you need some pre-sex sex, sweetheart?” She moved her mouth to his ear and murmured, “Poor Rusty. All wound up and no one to take it out on.” She kissed back to his lips and he sighed, recognising she was teasing him.

“Unfair,” he mumbled.

“Is it?” She moved her hands to his pants, and to his surprise, she undid the zipper.

“Hey.”

“Just relax. I’ve been planning this all week.”

He tried to push her away. “I can’t, not now—I’m supposed to meet someone in a minute.”

“Who?”

“Just a friend. He’s got something I need to borrow.”

“Oh. Let me know if he turns up.” Before he could stop her, she had her hands on his pants again.

“Faith!” He was genuinely shocked and tried once again to push her hands away, but she resisted firmly, and within seconds she’d pulled down his boxers, releasing his very eager erection.

“Oh yeah.” She closed a hand around him in delight.

“Whatever happened to foreplay?” He tried to tuck himself back in, scanning the domain hurriedly for the person he was supposed to meet.

“Foreplay’s to get you in the mood. I’ve been in the mood since about twelve p.m. Sunday.”

His laughter at her echo of his own words came to an abrupt halt as she shifted in the seat and lowered her head. “Really, Faith, what’s got into you? I—oh!” He caught his breath as she closed her mouth around him, and his hands curled into fists as he braced himself against the dashboard. “That’s really not a good idea.”

She ignored him and continued to caress him with her lips and tongue. She stroked him with her hand and took him deeper and deeper inside until she was nearly swallowing him whole, and it was too much for him to bear. Keyed up, extremely turned on by her forcefulness, he gave in, and in less than a minute, came in her mouth. He tipped his head back on his seat, and his left hand slipped into her hair and cupped her head as she murmured her pleasure.

When he’d finished, she licked him slowly from base to tip as if he were a melting ice lolly and kindly tucked him back in his boxers before she pushed herself up to look at him. He’d been staring at the roof of the car, but now lowered his head to look at her.

She burst out laughing and kissed his cheek. “You should see the look on your face.”

“Well, it’s hardly surprising. You’re turning into a regular little harlot.”

“Hmm, and whose fault’s that?” Lifting herself up, before he could stop her, she moved across him and straddled him in the driver’s seat, squishing herself between him and the steering wheel.

“Faith…”

“What?” She rubbed her breasts against him and nibbled his ear. “It’s all down to you, Rusty. You drive me crazy, you know that?”

He rested his hands on her waist, sighing. Her body was soft and pliant, and she smelled wonderful. He didn’t know what had gotten into her, but he wished they could bottle it—he’d make a fortune.

A sharp knock on the window made them both jump violently.

Rusty saw the police officer’s uniform and sighed. He should have known that was going to happen.

“Fuck!” Faith lifted herself up onto the steering wheel and promptly sat on the horn, making all three of them jump. She panicked and fell into the passenger seat in a most ungainly fashion.

Laughing as he zipped up his pants, Rusty pressed the button to lower the window. “Evening, officer.”

The police officer leaned on the windowsill and surveyed the inhabitants of the car with a raised eyebrow. “Good evening, sir. Evening, miss.”

“Er, hi.” Faith had turned completely scarlet.

Rusty looked back at the police officer, who was trying very hard not to laugh. Rusty winked, encouraging the deception a bit longer.

“I was expecting a couple of seventeen-year-olds, judging by the steamed-up windows,” said the officer.

“It’s her fault,” said Rusty. “Couldn’t keep her hands off me.” He heard Faith’s gasp and bit his lip.

“There are more appropriate places to carry out an assignation,” the officer said to Faith.

“I know, I’m so sorry, officer. It won’t happen again.” She was absolutely mortified.

Rusty couldn’t torture her any longer and laughed, patting her on the knee. “It’s all right, love, Andy’s a friend. He’s just teasing.” Andy winked in reply.

Her eyes widened, and she glared at them both, making them laugh. Andy passed Rusty the brown envelope he’d been holding. “I can see you’ll put them to good use,” he said, glancing back at Faith with amusement.

Grinning, Rusty put the envelope in the space between him and Faith. He nodded at Andy. “Cheers, mate.”

“Take it easy. Nice to have met you.” He nodded at Faith.

“I can’t say the feeling’s mutual,” she said, but smiled anyway as he winked and walked off.

Rusty turned the key in the ignition and started the car. “Don’t glare at me like that.”

“That was very mean.” She looked at the brown envelope. “What did he bring you?”

“Have a look.” He reversed the car out, put it into drive and headed for her house, glancing across as she lifted up the flap of the envelope. Her eyes widened again and she looked up at him, cheeks flaming as she removed the contents. It was a pair of handcuffs. He winked. “Real ones.”

“Oh my God.” She stared at him. “And the officer…he’s going to know…”

“Yes, Faith. Now I’m not the only one who knows what a hussy you are.” He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers.

She went quiet for a while, and he wondered if he’d overstepped the mark. As he pulled up outside her house and turned off the engine, he took her hand again. “You okay? I’m sorry I teased you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

She gave him a happy grin. “Sweetheart, I’d just gone down on you in a public place. I deserved everything I got.” She gave him a warning glance. “You’re not to blame for everything I do, you know. I do have a mind of my own.”

“You still want to go ahead with tonight?”

“Absolutely. Why on earth wouldn’t I?” When he didn’t say anything, she leaned over and kissed him. “You are so sweet sometimes. Come on.” She picked up the brown envelope and got out of the car.

He followed her inside the house, where she took his hand and led him into her bedroom. He’d seen inside once before, when he’d carried a suitcase through for her, but this was the first time he’d had a good look around. The room was bright, full of colour, with spiral mobiles turning in the breeze as she opened the sliding door to the garden, and a double bed covered in a deep purple duvet. He noticed the headboard was made of slats of wood and smiled. Perfect for handcuffs.

“Do you want a drink?” She put her handbag on the table, emptied the handcuffs onto the bed and tucked the key carefully into the pocket of her jeans.

“No, I’m good.”

She came up to him and put her arms around him. “You sure?”

“Mm.” Once again he could smell her perfume, something light and flowery, mixed with the scent of the autumn evening coming through the doors. He wrapped her in his arms and held her for a while, enjoying the softness of her body against him. “You smell good.”

“You too.” She sniffed his shirt. “I like that aftershave, whatever it is.”

He made a mental note to wear it again next time they were due to meet. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Mr. Thorne.” She placed a light kiss on his neck above the collar of his shirt, making him shiver. “Ooh. Do that again.” She kissed up to his ear, and he couldn’t help but shudder. “Wow. You are
so
sexy.”

“And you’re driving me insane today.” He dropped his hands to her hips, pulled her toward him and kissed her properly. “What
has
got into you?”

“You,” she said, her fingers going to the buttons of her white shirt. She began to undo them from the bottom up, still kissing him, and slipped the top off, exposing her bra.

He pulled back a little to look at her, his heart rate speeding up as he saw the white lacy cups only just managing to hold in her breasts. She was already fumbling at the zipper of her jeans, and he watched as she pushed them down and kicked them off. She wore white lace panties and sheer thigh highs, and a surge of desire, hot and erotic, fizzed through his veins.