Dangerous Curves Ahead: A Perfect Fit Novel (17 page)

“Honey.” Mike rested on his forearms and gazed down at her. “Wait for me next time.”

She tried to nod but he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and it caused her to lose all control of her body. It had been too long. He felt too good. She couldn’t keep that promise.

Mike found a slow hard rhythm that drove Ellis crazy. So crazy she barely noticed the car honking as it pulled into her driveway. But the red color of the car woke her from her sexual haze. “Mike!”

No!

“Ellis,” he moaned.

God? Buddha? Zeus? Anybody?

She heard the engine die and knew what was coming.

Why am I being punished?

“Get off me!”

“What?” He stopped moving. “Why?” Concern filled his handsome face and feelings Ellis didn’t want to face entered her mind. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, my parents are here.”

“What!” He turned to look toward the window and violently swore. Ellis’s blinds were up. Her curtains tied back. If her parents got any closer they would be able to see into her house. See Mike inside of her.

“Hurry, they’ve got a key.”

“Will they use it?” he asked as he disconnected his body from hers.

“Of course they will! Especially since I don’t plan on answering the door like this.”

Mike growled. “What the hell are we going to do?”

Ellis didn’t look at him as she was busily grabbing all the loose items of clothing scattered across her living room. “Run.”

She tossed his sneakers at him and made a naked mad dash upstairs to her bedroom, Mike right behind her.

“Ellis?” She heard her mother’s voice from outside the house accompanied by the ringing doorbell. “We called the store.”

“Shit.” She dropped the pile of clothes in her arms on the floor and grabbed for her panties.

“Don’t bother with them, Ellis. We don’t have time.”

Mike was already nearly dressed and was buttoning his shorts when they heard the front door creep open. “Help me,” she cried as she tossed her bra at him. They worked together to get her in it as the she heard her mother’s voice calling her name again.

Mike handed her tank top as she was kicking their discarded underwear beneath the bed. She put on her shirt and faced him. “Do I look like I was just having hot sex?”

“Yes.” He grinned at her. “What about me?”

His erection tented his shorts. “I’m afraid so.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Can’t you do something about that?”

“Ellis, where are you?” Footsteps sounded on the stairs.

“I wish I could,” he whispered but stuck his hand in his shorts to adjust himself. “How are we going to explain why we are up here?”

Ellis couldn’t think of a single reason besides the obvious, and as soon as she got her mother alone she was going to have a very long talk with her about entering her house uninvited. “A puzzle!” Ellis spotted the five-hundred-piece Big Ben puzzle her grandmother had given her three years ago. She grabbed it off the top shelf in her closet and threw it along with herself on the floor just as the door to her bedroom opened.

“Oh, there you are.” Phillipa walked in followed by Walter, both of them looking confused. “Didn’t you hear me calling you? And why the hell are you two on the floor?”

“We’re just doing a puzzle.” Ellis’s voice sounded defensive even to her own ears. She could smack her mother for interrupting the best sex she’d ever had but her father was there, too, and the poor man did not need to know what she had been up to.

“Yeah,” Mike added. “I read somewhere that puzzles release stress and keep the mind sharp.”

“Okay.” Phillipa looked doubtful. “We bought you some groceries but we really came by to see how you were doing.”

“I’m fine, Mom.”

“You don’t have to worry, Dr. Greg,” Mike said, looking as innocent as a newborn baby. “I’m keeping her occupied.”

Occupied is a good word for it.

A hysterical bubble of laughter formed in Ellis’s chest and she had to bite her lip to keep it from escaping.

“I’m sure you are.” Phillipa looked from Mike back to Ellis. “Come on, Walter. Let’s get the groceries out of the car.”

They left and as soon as Ellis heard their footsteps on the stairs she began to laugh. She couldn’t help it. The mad dash up the stairs, the naked scramble to find their clothes, the stupid puzzle that they were never going to finish. It was all too surreal.

“Are you crying?” Mike asked her.

“No,” she gasped. “It’s just … I can’t believe…”

“It is pretty funny.” The laughter was contagious and soon Mike flopped on his back and joined her. Together they laughed until tears streamed down their cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, Mike.” Ellis crawled across the floor and threw her arm over his still-shaking chest.

“You should be.” He turned on his side and gathered her close. “I was planning to give you a dozen orgasms today.”

“Really?” She smiled up at him. “Somebody thinks highly of himself.”

“No.” He cupped her cheek in his hand and sweetly kissed the side of her face. “Somebody thinks highly of you.”

Ellis looked into his eyes and suddenly it hit her.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

He’s making me fall in love with him. Holy Freaking Shit.

Chapter Twelve

Mike glanced at the clock on his nightstand. Ten thirty-seven. He sighed, punched his pillow, and forced his eyes to shut again. Sleep eluded him. He had been in bed for over half an hour trying to fall into a dead dreamless sleep. He wasn’t surprised the Sandman hadn’t visited yet. He never went to bed this early but tonight, after a long hot shower and reading the entire newspaper, he crawled into bed. He hoped sleep would stop Ellis from invading his every thought. It didn’t work. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face, or remembered the way her luscious body felt against him or the way she moved her hips when he was deep inside of her.

His eyes popped open. He sighed again, got out of bed, went to his living room, and flicked on the television. Maybe the news would help clear his mind. Ten forty-six. Ten forty-eight. Ten fifty-two. It didn’t. No one else had ever managed to have this kind of hold on him. It could have been that sex wasn’t just sex with Ellis. It was different with her. Too intense, and something inside of him told him that if he ever made love to her again he wouldn’t be able to walk away easily.

He should stay far from her, and normally he would. He didn’t do attachments or commitments, but Ellis wasn’t asking for any of those things.

Her parents. He’d never had the urge to strangle anybody, but when Dr. Greg and her husband showed up he could have. He understood they were still worried about their daughter but did they have to stay all night? Did they have to insist on making them dinner? Did they have to put every last damn piece of that puzzle in place?

Poor Ellis must have mouthed
I’m sorry
a dozen times over the course of the evening, and when Belinda and Cherri showed up slightly before eight
PM
he thought she was going to scream. Apparently waiting them out wasn’t going to work, so at eight thirty Mike decided he had enough for one day and went home. Only now he was regretting it. He’d had the best sex of his life and they didn’t even get to finish what they’d started.

He had two options. He could sit around his house all night hard as a rock thinking about her, or he could go get what he wanted. The choice was easy. He sprang off his couch, grabbed his keys, and shoved his feet into his jogging sneakers. Mike opened the door and froze.

“Ellie.” His heart raced. He had finally met a woman who wasn’t afraid of going after what she wanted.

She was standing at his front door, dressed in a short black trench coat, her hand raised to knock. “Were you going somewhere?” Her eyes went wide. “I—I should have called but—”

She screamed as Mike lifted her off the ground. The trip to his bedroom seemed to take forever but once they arrived he dropped her on the bed, smiling as she bounced softly. “You read my mind, honey. I was coming to see you.” He covered her body with his and kissed her.

She caught his face in her hands. “I can’t believe you picked me up.” She gave him a hard hot kiss. “You don’t know how much that turned me on.”

“Good, because I’ve been hard as steel all night. You aren’t going to leave this bed for a very long time.”

“Thank God.” She let out a dreamy sigh. “Just promise me my parents won’t show up again.”

“I promise.” He kissed the length of her throat, the underside of her chin, her cheeks. “Now you promise me that you confiscated your mother’s key.”

“I wrestled it out of her skinny little hands two hours ago.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Her shiny black coat was tied in a bow at her waist. With a yank the bow was gone and the coat fell open, revealing her nearly nude body beneath it. All she wore was red satin panties. His mouth watered.

Could she see into his mind? Did she know that he often thought about her in that particular garment?

“You like?” She gave him her naughty little grin. His chest tightened.

“How did you know?”

The need to feel her skin was overwhelming. She was lying before him like some kind of morsel to be feasted on. He wanted to devour her, to pump into her hard and fast until they were nothing but sweaty bodies and panting breaths. But he couldn’t. Not yet.

He lowered himself till his lips touched her soft belly. He kissed it, trailed his tongue around her perfectly round navel until she shivered.

“Naked,” she whimpered. “I want to feel your skin.”

He let her sit up and pull his shirt over his head. Her hands trailed over his chest. Her fingertips brushed over his nipples and he did some shivering of his own.

“I’ve never seen a body so beautiful,” she said more to herself than to him. “I shouldn’t have said that.” She glanced up at him. “I don’t want you going around thinking that I’m attracted to you.”

He grinned. “You even give me a hard time during sex.”

She wrapped her arms around him, gently kissing the side of his face. “There’s something about you that makes me want to be happy.”

His heart stopped beating for a moment. He pulled away from her so that he could see into her gold-flecked eyes. She was serious. It wouldn’t be easy to walk away from this one, and for once he didn’t want to.

Shit.

He pushed her down on the bed, ready to please her body, but she wouldn’t stay down.

“You’re not naked yet.” She reached for the waistband of his shorts and slid her warm hands inside, stroking his too-hard manhood as she worked them down his legs.

“Stop it, baby,” he breathed. “I’m not going to last thirty seconds if you keep that up.”

He pushed her hands aside and her body down on the bed. His head went between her legs, kissing the insides of her soft thighs.

“Mike, don’t,” she moaned.

He licked her through her panties. “I want to taste you.”

“Please, no foreplay. I need you now.”

“You have me.” He slipped her panties to one side, revealing her soft sweet flesh. “You are even pretty down here.” He kissed her mound, used his fingers to spread her, and then licked the length of her.

“Please.” She curled her fingers in his hair. “Please, Mike. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Hearing her plea, he stopped and held his face to hers. “But I want to kiss you all over and when I’m finished I want to start again.”

“Later.” She pushed her body against his. “Love me now. Kiss me later.”

How could he refuse a plea like that? He smashed his mouth to hers, kissing those pink lips that drove him to distraction. Her legs wrapped around his hips. She rubbed her mound against him. He could feel how wet she was and it was hard for him to maintain self-control.

“Now, Mikey. Please.”

Pushing those little red panties aside, he entered her in one slow thrust. He gritted his teeth. Tight. Wet. Silky. She felt too good around him. He throbbed. He was close to coming, which was a shame because he wanted to make it last all night. He pulled out slowly and thrust again. Harder this time. She came immediately.
Thank God.
He could slow things down.

He disconnected them and she moaned in protest. He peeled off her underwear as he covered her erect nipples with his mouth. She tasted as sweet as she smelled, and he suckled her until she was writhing against him.

Slowing things down wasn’t working. She made him too hot. She made him want to throw his self-control out the window. He pushed inside of her again, forgetting about taking his time. Ellis didn’t seem to want him to. She met his every stroke, urging him to go faster with her moaned pleas.

He felt her tighten around him and he knew she was ready to come again. He fastened his mouth to hers, pulling her tongue deep inside. She went rigid and then started to tremble with orgasm. This time he joined her, spilling himself deep inside her.

*   *   *

“I’m stretching out your T-shirt,” Ellis said to Mike as she stood beside him in his tiny kitchen. He was making a ham-and-cheese omelet because after three bouts of rigorous, toe-curling sex a little protein was needed.

He looked up from the eggs and gave her body that slow perusal that usually made her tingle. “You look better in it than I do.”

Ellis sighed as he stared at her very voluptuous chest. “I was never the type of girl who looked good in her boyfriend’s clothes. You know how those girls in movies always look so sexy in a man’s white buttondown shirt and nothing else? Not me. I can’t even button them over the twins.”

Mike stopped what he was doing and pulled her into his arms for a slow kiss. She melted. The sex was ahmazing and when he was inside of her she could think about nothing but how wonderful he felt. Now that it was over all her insecurities returned. She was unsure of how to act around him. She didn’t do this. She didn’t have casual sex. And now she didn’t know how to behave, which was why she was chattering like an idiot.

“Do you like cranberry juice?” he asked as his lips grazed her ear.

Ellis moaned her answer. She couldn’t believe she was actually here. She gave her body to Detective Hot Pants, something she swore she would never do. Now she understood why women couldn’t get enough of him, why he never stayed with one long enough to see the seasons change. He was easy to fall in love with, and if she wasn’t careful she would be in the ranks of women that Mike Edwards had loved and left.