Daring Her Love (3 page)

There was no denying the heated look in her eyes she was desperately trying to ignore, or the heat pulsing between them as he tightened his grip on her hips and breathed in her feminine scent.

“What…?” She narrowed her gorgeous blue eyes, and it was there, in her eyes, where he felt himself getting lost.

“Not
what
, darlin’.” He pulled her against him, pressing his hard length against her hips, as he did what he’d been aching to do since he’d sat down beside her. He slid a hand to the nape of her neck. Her skin was just as smooth as he’d imagined. Her reaction, a quick inhalation, the pulse point in her neck vibrating, was exactly what he’d counted on. “
Where
.”

He gauged her reaction carefully, not wanting to scare her off. Judging by the sensual vibes radiating from her, he knew that would be hard to do. Her lips parted as he lowered his mouth to hers, hovering a breath away.

“Tell me no, and I’ll walk away.” He searched her eyes, and as a sweet sigh of surrender left her lips, he nearly took his cue and slanted his lips over hers. But Eric had too much at stake to go into this blindly. Consent went a long way in keeping his wallet away from money-hungry vultures. Most women didn’t follow the Capital Series Grand Prix races, but those who did would see him with dollar signs in their eyes. “Words, darlin’. Give me the okay, or send me away.”

Her brows pulled together as her hand slid between his legs and cupped his balls. “Clear enough?”

Their mouths crashed together, tongues tangling for control as she stroked him through his pants, and he backed her up against the wall with a
thud
. Fuck. He didn’t mean to be so rough, but there was no calming the beast within. Holy fuck, it’d been a while since he’d kissed such a luscious, forgiving mouth. He could only imagine what it would feel like around his cock. Acutely aware of their less-than-private surroundings, he kicked open the men’s room door and tugged her inside. They slammed against the door, kissing and pawing, as he hiked up her dress, needing more of her, and shoved his hand inside her lace panties. She was hot and so damn wet he couldn’t stifle a groan as he dipped his fingers into her heat and settled his teeth on her neck.

She palmed his cock, rubbing him through his pants as he stroked over her swollen clit. A stream of sexy sounds sailed from her lips, and he sealed his mouth over hers again. Her hand fell away, and he gripped her wrist and held it above her head.

“Come for me, darlin’. Come on my hand, then my mouth, then my cock.”

Their mouths came together again in a hot mess of a kiss, filled with greed. She strained against the hand that held her wrist as she gave in to her release, crying out into his mouth as her body pulsed around his fingers. He brought her down slowly, running his tongue over the swell of her lower lip, loving the flush of her skin, her breathlessness, the way her body went soft against him as he dropped to his knees, pushed her panties aside, and buried his tongue in her velvety heat.

She spread her legs wider and fisted her hands in his hair. “Yes. So good. Harder. Oh, yes…”

She tasted sweet and hot and so damn good. He took her clit between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue and earning another cry of pleasure as a second climax gripped her. He stayed on his knees, gripping her hips, laving her swollen sex, until the last shudder of pleasure rolled through her. Then he was on his feet, taking her in another punishing kiss as he blindly fished a condom from his wallet, tore his pants down, and sheathed himself. His hands clutched her hips as her eyes came open.

“I don’t usually do this,” she claimed.

He searched her eyes, and somewhere behind the lust he saw the honesty in her words, and that chipped away at the ice around his heart.

“That either makes me a hell of a lucky guy, or a dick for corrupting you.”

Her lips curved into a smile as she slipped out of her panties and tucked them into his jacket pocket. “Let’s go with lucky. If your performance sucks, then we’ll go with the latter.” She dragged her tongue over his lower lip, then sank her teeth into it.

He tasted blood, which sent heat searing straight to his groin. Who was this potently feminine woman with an undercurrent of devilish vixen who played him as well as he played her? He’d never been so turned on in his life. He tucked his hand beneath her knee and hiked it up to his hip.

“What I wouldn’t give for an hour alone with you in a bedroom. Buckle up, darlin’, because you’re in for a wild ride.”

He drove into her in one hard thrust, causing them both to gasp a breath. Then their hands and bodies took over. She grasped his biceps as he pounded into her and claimed her luscious mouth in another mind-numbing kiss. Gripping her ass, he lifted her from her feet. Her legs wound naturally around him, squeezing him so tightly, it brought him to the brink of release.

“Fuuuuck, that’s good,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Been a…” She dug her nails into his arms. “Long time.”

Her head tipped back with a needy moan as her climax claimed her. The sound of her ragged breathing and the sight of her surrendering to him so completely had him giving in to his own intense release.

Her chin fell to her chest with a heavy breath. “Damn, you’re totally not a dick.”

He laughed. “And you’re fucking beautiful.” Holding her tightly with one arm, he slid his other hand to the nape of her neck again, brushing his thumb over the delicate hairs there. “What time is your flight? Let’s have another drink.”

Her eyes turned serious, and she wiggled out of his hands, shimmying her dress down over her hips. “I, um. This was fun, but…” She slipped on her heels, which must have fallen off during their tryst.

“But?” A sense of urgency gripped him. He wanted to know more about her, to spend more time with her. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d wanted to know more about a woman. He didn’t know what the hell had come over him, but his gut was clenching at the thought of her walking out of that door.
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She nibbled on her lower lip for a moment, her eyes rolling over him, and then she squared her shoulders and said, “This was fun, but now I intend to forget it.”

Chapter Two

HOLY SHIT. HOLY shit. Holy shit.
Kat hurried away from the lounge and ducked into the first ladies’ room she saw. One look in the mirror confirmed what her body, still vibrating from head to toe, was telling her—that was fucking incredible. She was still catching her breath as she pulled her comb from her purse to try to tame her well-fucked look. She pressed a palm to the counter, needing the stability while her legs regained their strength. What was she thinking? She’d gone a year without amazing sex, and now? Now it was like she’d had a taste of fine chocolate and she had to walk away from it. Walk away! She’d never been good at leaving sweets behind. Even when she hid a bag of M&M’s from herself she knew she might as well put a spring on her ass, because every time she sat down, she popped back up for more. And now…she wanted more.

She lifted her eyes to the mirror again. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from the intensity of their wicked kisses, and down below? She didn’t think she’d ever stop humming down there. Lordy, Lordy that man was hung like no other, and damn did he know how to use all those gloriously hard inches.

She snagged paper towels from the dispenser and cleaned herself up while she tried to calm her racing heart. Her body was still trembling ten minutes later, as his words rolled through her mind.
Come for me, darlin’. Come on my hand, then my mouth, then my cock.

Check. Check. Double check.

How had she gone so long without feeling the temptation of a real man? Who was she kidding? She’d never felt anything like the power behind Eric…Eric?
Ohmygod.
She didn’t even know his last name.

I’m a slut.

A tramp.

A two-bit hookup in an airport bar.

She couldn’t suppress the smile on her lips. He was
so
worth it! She dug out her cell phone, in need of a little pep talk from Bree, and realized she’d missed several texts from her. Kat scrolled through them, smiling and finally calming down as she read three identical texts, each repeating their secret pep talk, a line from
The Help
.

You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

The last text read,
1, 2, 3, click your heels and forget. Poof! You’re a good girl again. Love you!

“No doubt about it, Brianna, you are the very best friend in the world,” Kat said aloud before sending Bree a thank-you text.

She left the bathroom feeling edgy and a little dazed, her body still reeling from their encounter. An hour later she was finally seated on a flight to Colorado. The man beside her smelled like cigarettes and looked like he’d slept in his clothes. She closed her eyes and rested her head back, thinking of Eric. She could still feel his fingers pressing into her ass, the coarse hair at the base of his cock against her sensitive skin, and the way his eyes bored through her. Her cheeks heated as his naughty words came back to her again.

As the plane lifted into the air, she reveled in the weightless feeling, but it was the slow burn in her belly as she revisited the feel of Eric’s tongue taking her to the edge of ecstasy that had her squirming in her seat. God, she must be losing her mind. She could smell his cologne all around her.

A heavy hand landed on her thigh, and her eyes flew open as she pushed it away—and her chest constricted at the devilish grin smiling back at her.
Eric
.

“Hey there, darlin’.”

“Eric? What are you doing here?” Her heart was beating a mile a minute. Could he tell that she’d been fantasizing about them? That the mere sight of him had her twitching in places that had no business twitching?

“I offered the kind gentleman who was sitting here a little something to exchange seats with me.”

“You paid him off so you could sit here? But—”
Ohmygod
. How would she forget about him now?

“Don’t you worry yourself over him. I’m sure he’s happy as a clam sitting in first class.”

“First class?”
You gave up first class to sit with me?

“Some say it’s the only way to travel.” His eyes rolled over her, lingering on her mouth before dropping to her breasts, making her body go ten types of crazy. “I think they’ve got it all wrong. I’ve got the best seat on the plane.”

Her mind was spinning. “You’re going to Denver?”

“Weston, actually, but Denver’s the closest airport.”

“Weston?” No way! That was where she was going.

“Yes. I’ve got business there. Where are you headed?”

“Weston.” Her stomach dipped, but her engine was revving again with the possibilities of what this could mean.

No. No. No.

She needed to nip these thoughts in the bud. No good could come from a guy who’d banged her in an airport bathroom.

“Vacation, work, or family?” he asked.

She shook her head, unable to clear her thoughts enough to answer. She didn’t want to talk about her plans. She needed him to know exactly where she stood. The sooner he returned to first class and sent the smelly guy back to his rightful seat, the sooner she could forget what she’d done. Although, she had a feeling that forgetting Eric was not going to be easy. If it was even possible.

“Eric, I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but”—she lowered her voice to a whisper—“I’m not looking for another hookup. I shouldn’t have done what we did. I’m really not that person anymore.”

“Anymore?” He arched a brow and lowered his voice. “We can visit that later. For now, I think I got the message pretty clearly when you said you intended to forget what happened between us.” He placed a possessive hand on her thigh and said, “But I don’t intend to let you.”

She was too shocked to respond, and embarrassingly, totally turned on by his aggressive behavior.

“You see, Kat, I like you. I like the fire in your eyes, the strength in your convictions.” He pressed his lips to her ear and said in a gravelly voice that made her insides melt, “I love the taste of you and the way you look when you lose control.”

Heat stroked over her. He lifted one shoulder in a casual shrug, his lips curving up in a sinful smile that made her wish his hand would inch up her thigh again. Holy fuck. Those eyes of his must be hypnotizing her. How on earth would she make it through a long flight sitting beside him? She glanced at his hand, currently possessing her thigh, and placed her hand over his, trying to lift it from her leg.

He laced their fingers together, still smiling, but with a clear challenge in his eyes as he said, “Tell me to leave and I’ll go back to my seat.”

She could barely think past the blood rushing through her ears and the fire heating up her veins at his audacity, which should have turned her off but was totally turning her on. He was controlling, but thoughtfully so, giving her an easy out with every step. Allowing her to be in control of her decisions.
Sort of.
Was there a woman alive who could resist his charms? She didn’t even know his last name, and she found herself relaxing her hand as he turned his so they were palm to palm, and laced their fingers again.

“What’s your last name?” she asked.

“James. Eric James. You?” His gaze never wavered as he waited for her answer.

“Martin.”

“Kat Martin,” he said under his breath, as if he were memorizing it or weighing the feel of it on his tongue. He raised their joined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of hers. “Tell me, Kat, what turns you on besides dirty talk and a hard cock?”

She bristled.

“I struck a nerve. So dirty talk is only okay in quiet conversations or intimate moments. Duly noted. My deepest apologies.”

Kat was seriously considering getting up and walking away, when he leaned in closer and said, “That tells me what you said is true. You’re not a typical hookup girl.”