SweetestSeduction (6 page)

“Please,” she said when he kissed his way around one breast
while pinching the other’s nipple with his fingers. “Keith,” she moaned when he
switched, soothing the pinched nipple with the warmth of his mouth while
massaging the other mound. He was enjoying himself so much it took a minute to
register the fact she was pushing at him. Worried, he pulled back to see her
face, saw the frustration, but had to fight not to smile. It was definitely the
right kind of frustration.

He let her shoves push him over and she glowed with triumph
as she landed on top of him. Oh man, he was toast. No way was he letting her
get away from him. Her hands started at his shoulders and smoothed their way
down to his nipples. He grasped her hips to hold on to something as she leaned
down and licked her way up his chest to his neck before sitting up again to look
down on him.

She was a goddess rising above him, the power of the moment
filling her with a strength and confidence that he rarely saw in her. It was
damn sexy and he decided it would be his job to make her feel that way more
often, even if it did mean indulging in fantastic sex until she got the clue.
Some things were worth working for, after all.

“Valerie, I need you.” He watched his words wash over her,
through her, as powerful as his touch. Her thighs tightened around him and he
felt her cream on his abdomen. Desperate, he reached over to the nightstand,
trying not to dislodge her but needing a condom
now
.

She opened her eyes and smiled, reaching over him to open
the drawer herself. He heard the crinkle as she found the condom and came back
to kneel over him at her full height. He took the opportunity to scoot back and
up so that his shoulders were leaning against the headboard. She opened the
package and gave him the condom, watching avidly as he rolled it down.

“Cross your legs behind me.”

He held her hips while she adjusted then slowly lowered her
down. She held him steady and they came together as though they were meant to
be this way. Their gazes locked and held as they sat unmoving. Sweat slid down
her back and her thighs trembled at the effort of holding still. She was afraid
to move. It felt so good, so perfect right where she was, she didn’t want to
ruin it. But she needed more, needed him, needed… Ahh. He moved for her, hips
pumping up while his hands brought her down even closer. She braced her hands
against the headboard, presenting her breasts to his lips. He took the offer,
licking between them and around them while he continued to pump into her.

This was so good, so right. Nothing, no one, had ever been
this right. It scared her but she didn’t have the time or the concentration to
figure out why. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to stop. She gasped when he
gave her a tiny bite, then ground against him in a circle. He growled into her
flesh. Realizing she had much more leverage than he did, she began to move on
her own.

He released her hips and moved back to torment her breasts.
“So good.” She didn’t mean to say it out loud, couldn’t stop herself. She
clenched her inner muscles as hard as she could and his whole body jerked
beneath her.

“Val, sweet, sweet, Val. I can’t get enough of you,” he
murmured, pulling back from her. She leaned down to kiss him. She was already
getting addicted to his kisses. How was she going to do without? She pushed the
thought away, increasing her pace, needing more. His tongue dueled with hers,
his hard length stabbed into her.

“Keith…” She was so close. Was he there? She ground into
him, her clit hard against his pelvis, his cock hitting all the right places,
and she shattered. Her mouth fell from his as her body swayed, his hands going
back to her hips to hold her tightly to him while he gave one last thrust up
before coming with a long groan. Her vision grayed as she collapsed against
him, stupidly thrilled when his arms came around her, pulling her even closer.

She had no idea how long they sat like that. He moved to
pull out and she whined, too tired to be embarrassed over the sound. He pressed
gentle kisses to her temple and made soothing sounds, rolling her to her back
and pulling a blanket up over her. She should probably get up, get dressed, get
out before things got weird. Probably…

The bed dipped as he returned and it was so easy, so natural
to move into his arms when he lay down beside her. Had she ever felt so
comfortable lying in bed with a man? Naked? She thought maybe she should
remember why it usually made her nervous but was too tired. His hand caressed
her back and instead of being annoying and keeping her awake, it, and his
heartbeat under her ear, soothed her into sleep.

* * * * *

Keith woke up feeling good—very, very good, except for the
fact that his thighs were sore. And his ass. But that was unimportant
considering he had a warm Valerie draped over half his body. Her cheek rested
on his chest, her soft breath teasing his skin. He did something he’d been
wanting to do for months. Taking the end of one long, pencil-thin curl of hair,
he pulled. And pulled. When it was fully straight, he released it, smiling
widely as it bounced back into place.

A glance at the clock told him it was earlier then he’d like,
but he was worried that Val would run, given half a chance. He figured he had
two options. Disentangle himself enough to go turn on the coffeemaker, which he
hadn’t set up the night before, or wake her up with morning sex.

Since he didn’t figure he could get out of the bed without
waking her, it wasn’t too difficult to make the decision. Of course, he
couldn’t do much from this position either, so he would have to move her,
regardless. He didn’t let that little detail sway him, now that the choice was
made.

Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled so that she was on
her back, his body covering hers. She made a couple of soft noises, deep in her
throat, but then settled down, back into sleep. He propped up onto his elbows
so that he could watch her, gently pulling on another curl. She really was
beautiful, he didn’t know why she thought otherwise, though he couldn’t be
sorry for it. Constantly surrounded by beautiful women, he knew full well that
while plenty of them were perfectly nice, too many were vain and irritating.
Hell, even the nice ones were necessarily preoccupied with their looks. He
found it annoying even as he made his living from it.

Shaking off the thought, he brushed Val’s hair from her
forehead. Her face, with barely a hint of old makeup, was lovely. He wouldn’t
mind waking up to that every morning. The thought of grabbing his camera made
him pause but that would probably be pushing things. Besides, he had other uses
for his hands right now. He scooted down, brushing her shoulders with his lips.
She stirred ever so slightly and he waited. When she was still again, he
reminded himself to explore her body later, right now he wanted to taste her.

Her legs were only slightly parted so he lifted one
carefully and moved his shoulders between her soft thighs. A deep inhale
satisfied a part of him he had no idea had been in need. He parted her with his
fingers and gave her one long swipe with his tongue. Her thighs clenched around
his shoulders but he didn’t think she was awake yet.

Another long lick, then he circled her clit with the point
of his tongue, wondering where he’d put the vibrator last night. He’d never
played with toys while having sex but the possibilities were intriguing. They’d
have plenty of time to experiment. It would be fun to go shopping with her.
Awake now, her hands reached out to fist into his hair.

He sucked her clit and rolled his eyes up to watch her head
thrash back and forth. That look, he seriously loved putting that look of
mindless bliss on her face. He wanted the responsibility of seeing that she
wore that look at least once a day.

“Keith…” she moaned.

To busy exploring to answer, he sent his tongue over every
inch of her pussy. Her legs shook when he fucked into her as far as he could.

“Keith.” It was a gasp this time.

“Hmmm?” he vibrated. And she came, just like that. He moved
down to lick her up, get every last drop of her, thrusting his tongue deep
again while her muscles clenched and released.

Finally, when she lay still, he rose up and collapsed next
to her. They lay like that for a minute before she turned to face him, a look
of desperate hope on her face.

“Coffee?” she croaked.

He couldn’t help it. He laughed. Then he dragged himself out
of bed, pulled on a pair of boxers and headed for the kitchen.

Valerie was trying to make her brain work but was too
relaxed from Keith’s attentions. She should be panicking right now, jumping out
of bed to put her clothes on before he returned so that she could grab the
coffee and run. But she had no desire to do that. Her thighs were sore from
horseback riding for the first time in ten years, the rest of her sore from
activities she hadn’t indulged in, well…not as long as ten years, but still.
Plus, she really should be helping the poor man with that raging hard-on she’d
seen as he went to get the coffee started. Damn, he’d woken her up with a
fantastic orgasm and then gone to get her coffee without saying a word or
getting anything for himself. She was definitely going to have to reward his
kindness.

The tiniest hint of the best smell in the world drifted into
the room and gave her the energy to sit up. She spotted Keith’s shirt on the
floor at the foot of the bed next to her jeans. She didn’t see her underwear.
Pulling on his shirt, she buttoned it up most of the way, feeling half sexy and
half clichéd as she headed down the hall. When he heard her coming and turned,
the look on his face reminded her that clichés exist for a reason.

“Morning,” she said.

He just nodded, his eyes glued to the line of his shirt
across her upper thighs.

Amused, she fingered the hem. “You were just playing down
there, it hasn’t changed any just because I’ve covered it up a bit.”

“I don’t know. I might have to investigate to find out for
sure.”

Absurdly pleased, she walked up to him, resting her head on
his shoulder as she watched the coffee drip. Almost done and she knew for a
fact that he had excellent taste in coffee, though she’d never expected to
enjoy it first thing in the morning.

Doubt tried to creep in but she pushed it away. Best just to
enjoy the moment. Once it was over and she was back home she could have her
freak-out.

“I’m glad you’re here, in case I didn’t make that clear,”
Keith said as if he could read her thoughts.

“Keith…” She wasn’t sure what to say.

Chapter Seven

“Val, why are you trying to make this so difficult? You had
fun yesterday, right? This could be a really good thing. Why are you
overthinking it?”

His aggravated sigh irritated her and she lifted her head.
The annoyance on his face was too much. He thought it was so damn easy, didn’t
he? Figured he was ready to bring sex into their friendship and she should just
get with the program. Well, that was just bullshit.

“Most people consider thinking a good thing, you know.
Thinking things through, planning them out. Maybe asking another person’s
opinion rather than tricking them into going out all day and night when they
should be working.” She stepped back, putting more space between them, wishing
she was wearing more now, wishing he was wearing more.

“Oh, excuse me if my carefully
planned out
date was
an inconvenience to you.”

“Maybe it wouldn’t have been if you had asked, instead of
just assuming that I had nothing better to do for the entire freaking day!” she
shouted.

“I did ask,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “You
ignored me. Or pretended I wasn’t asking you out. Or pretended I didn’t mean
it. Or pretended—”

“Oh, shut up!” Turning on her heel, she stormed back into
the bedroom, furiously blinking back tears. She found her top, bra and panties
on the side of the bed and pulled on the underwear. Her jeans were at the foot
next to his and she yanked them on. She balled the rest up. Screw him, she was
keeping his damn shirt.

He was waiting for her in the hallway. “I knew it. I knew
that you were going to run this morning.”

“Oh really. Because you know me so well, huh? Well guess
what? I
didn’t
know what you were going to do, or what you wanted,
because despite what you said about hinting for dates, you haven’t told me
anything.”

“What the hell are you saying? We talked all day yesterday,
I told you what I wanted.”

“Yeah, you told me you wanted me. Sex. Great, you had it, so
what’s your problem?”

“I wanted you! You! Not just sex.”

“Bullshit, you didn’t say anything like that. You said I
looked beautiful, which is a crock of shit when compared to all your models—”

“Oh, great! There you go again with the fucking models.” He
threw his hands up in the air.

She didn’t know if he was blocking the path to the door on
purpose or not but she was beyond pissed now.

“Get out of my way, I want to leave.”

“Yeah, how are you going to do that? Your purse is in my
trunk.”

Her eyes went wide and she’d swear her blood started to
boil. She opened her mouth but couldn’t figure out which curse to let fly
first. She was considering alphabetical order when Keith shook his head,
shoulders slumping. He tunneled his fingers through his hair and her heart gave
an uncomfortable lurch, a shiver of ice cooling through her. She tried to stay
mad, wanted to stay mad to help keep the tears away, at least until she was out
of the house.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” Keith said. “If you really
want to leave, I’ll go get your purse.”

“You haven’t given me any reason to stay. You haven’t even
given me coffee.”

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and his
eyes.