Dating Impossible (4 page)

She leaned into him, pressed her erect nipples against his
chest, and nuzzled his neck. “So?”

Her tongued trailed along his earlobe, igniting tiny flames
of heat, and he sucked in a harsh breath. The woman could tempt a Catholic
priest out of celibacy.

“
Sex. You.
Me.
Now
. Just once,”
she said, her voice low and seductive. “No caution. No rhyme. No reason.” She
framed his face with her palms. “Make me forget, Cruz.”

There was a hint of sadness in those words that tugged at some
hidden recess deep inside him. He stared down at her face, mesmerized by the
deep sea green of her eyes and the blatant lust.

A need that mirrored his own.

She pressed her lips against his, the light contact a mere
flutter. “It’s been so long,” she said huskily and repeated the whisper of a
kiss. Her fingertips walked up his chest and her hands rested lightly on his
shoulders under the material of his shirt. “I haven’t had sex in
so
damn
long
.” Her tongue traced his upper lip. “Please, Cruz. Fill my need…” As
she spoke, she grasped the ends of his shirt and tugged it off where it fell in
a careless heap on the carpet.

The seductive purr of her voice, the demand that bordered on
desperation, and the fabulous sensation of her magnificent breasts crushed
against his chest proved a combustible combination. Waves of sizzling heat
washed over him, snapping his control.

Ah, fuck
.

Cruz yanked her to him and crushed her mouth with his own. Under
the demanding pressure of his lips, her mouth opened and his tongue slid inside.
The first taste of her burst into his mouth and he groaned. Somewhere in the
back of his mind were disjointed thoughts of what she’d been digging in her
purse for. Cherry-flavored lip gloss and spearmint breath mints never tasted so
damn good. He groaned and buried his fingers into her hair, deepening the kiss,
his own burning need for her driving him.

His hands coasted over the silken skin of her back, sliding
further down. Her firm, perfect ass in his palms, he squeezed and pressed her against
his stiff cock. She moaned a deep, throaty sound that excited him further. JJ wrapped
her arms around his neck, pressing closer. Keeping his hands on her ass, he
hefted her with practiced ease, pushing his cock against her damp panties as
she wrapped those long shapely legs around his waist just like he’d imagined
only moments before. The silky feel of those thighs drove him beyond his
wildest thoughts.

Cruz broke the kiss long enough to walk over to the bed.
With infinite slowness, he lowered JJ’s legs to the floor, torturing them both
with extrasensory tingling sensations. She nipped a trail of fiery kisses down
his chin, neck, and chest. Liquid heat rushed into his groin and the hardness
of his cock became nearly unbearable.

Confident he could hold himself in check, he congratulated
himself until her hands went to his belt. She released the clasp and unbuttoned
his slacks in swift, frenzied movements. The smooth material dropped around his
ankles and he kicked the garment away, quickly followed by his boxers. Warm,
smooth fingers circled the hard length of him and she purred her appreciation.

A powerful need to dominate overcame him in a blaze of
triumph. This new feeling of awareness, completely foreign to him, permeated
his entire being, like he was a man possessed of an insatiable thirst he was
helpless to quench. He’d always heard tales about it but never believed
possible. He reached into the night table drawer, ripped open a condom and
sheathed himself. Following instinct, he grasped JJ by the hips and turned her
around, gently bending her over with her glorious ass tilted up and her
shoulders pressed into the mattress. He snatched the black silky garment of her
thong away with a rough snap of material, damaging the delicate panties beyond
repair.

Fighting for some semblance of control and failing
miserably, Cruz slid two fingers inside JJ’s eager pussy. She was so fucking
wet he nearly came right then and there. Her muscles contracted around him as
he glided his fingers in and out, tormenting them both. He heard her sharp
intake of breath.

“Please,” she begged in a husky whisper. “Fuck me, Cruz,”
she panted. “I need more.”

The pleading in her voice broke his restraint. Removing his
hand, he thrust his stiff cock deep inside her slick heat. JJ gasped. “Harder,”
she demanded, grinding her hips against his cock trying to increase the pace
he’d barely set.

Cruz ground his teeth together, teetering on the edge, but managing
to maintain the frenzied tempo JJ set as she thrust against him. He reached
around, grasped a breast in each hand and squeezed the puckered peaks, reveling
in the feel of her soft skin and moist heat, and in the aroma of her tantalizing
scent. Her soft whimpers of ecstasy ignited the flames of desire as she drove
him closer to the edge of oblivion.

A tremor tore through JJ and her pussy clenched tightly
around his cock. She cried out as she came. Higher and higher he soared, his
body coiled tight as the earth seemed to move under his feet in one long quiver
while he cried out JJ’s name. They both collapsed onto the mattress, panting
and gasping for air.

JJ’s muffled voice met his ears. He eased out of her and
rolled over. “What?” he managed.

She eased up onto her elbow and threw her long hair over her
shoulder. “I said I couldn’t breathe. That was fucking incredible.” Her sexy
lips curved into a secret smile the Mona Lisa would be proud of and her green
eyes danced with mischief.

With a chuckle, he pulled her into his arms and she rested
her head on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Give me a
few minutes then I’ll take your breath away again.”

“Pretty damn sure of yourself, aren’t ya, Avery?” she half
complained, still sounding breathless.

Cruz rolled over, hovering just above her. “Is that a
challenge?” He drew the taut peak of her breast in his mouth and sucked. She
moaned and grasped the sides of his head, keeping him firmly in place.

Challenge
accepted.

Chapter Four

JJ woke with a start. Drool trickled from the corner of her
mouth and down her chin. She swiped the sticky nastiness away and sat up,
swaying just a bit with the sudden movement. Through the skull-cracking pain
she glanced around and wondered where she was.

The last thing she remembered was playing that stupid
drinking game with Ambra at the wedding reception. Judging from the
unpleasantness of her breath and the trash-infested taste lingering in her
mouth, she must’ve drunk a lot of beer. On top of the Patrón shots it was a
wonder she felt as good as she did. Which, in the grand scheme of things,
didn’t say much.

JJ glanced around the room for clues as to her whereabouts. She
was in the middle of an ornate four-poster bed made from dark cherry wood
between black silk sheets and matching down comforter. Shoving back the bedclothes,
she realized she no longer wore the dark green bridesmaid dress from the
wedding. In fact, she wore nothing at all.

What the fuck
was going on?

She forced back a wave of nausea. With her thumb and forefinger,
she pinched the bridge of her nose, taking slow, steady breaths.
Home.
She had to get home, get ready for
work and take her special hangover remedy if she was to survive the long day
ahead of her.

On wobbly legs, she took a few tentative steps. Her inner
thighs ached. God, she was sore. The feeling was akin to that good soreness
after a night of bawdy, raunchy, make-you-howl at-the-moon sex. JJ smiled
despite her pounding head and intermittent surges of nausea. She hadn’t had a
night like that in…

She stilled.
Since a
few hours ago.
Image after image of her and Cruz and their night of steamy
passion flashed before her sensitive eyes. She slapped her open palm to her
forehead and shards of glass ricocheted within her brain’s dura mater. Wincing,
she leaned heavily against the smooth cherry wood of the tall bed poster
nearest her and waited for the colored spots to recede behind her closed
eyelids.

How could she have let this happen? She’d crossed the line
between colleagues who work together yet again. Worse, if her memory served her
correctly, she had practically begged him to have sex with her. Where was her fucking
pride
? Her sense of self-worth? She
groaned, disgusted with herself and the loss of control. Loneliness and
inebriation weren’t an excuse to fall off the no-dating-coworker wagon. Hadn’t
she learned her lesson in
Beverly
Hills
? Apparently the fuck not.

Well, there wasn’t any help for it. She’d just have to get
her shit together and deal with the awkwardness that was in store. Steady once
more, she pushed off the bed frame and looked around for her clothing. Her
coveted Tiffany & Company crocodile skin tote lay on the cream colored
carpet, all the contents scattered by the foot of the bed.

A string of curses and self-recrimination escaped her mouth
as she crawled around on the floor, tossing all her stuff back into her large
purse. Finger nail file, tissues, the true crime novel she’d been reading, cell
phone, emergency toothbrush kit, dental floss, midnight black nail polish—the
list seemed never-ending. God, she carried too much shit! But it couldn’t be
helped. She survived by the contents of her purse. JJ stopped long enough to
pop a mint into mouth and apply her favorite cherry-flavored lip gloss.

She had a small recollection of performing the same task
just before she’d acted like a
Numero Uno
douchebag in front of Cruz, begging—actually
begging
him to fuck her.

Christ almighty she was lame. The green dress she’d worn the
night before had been carefully laid out across an overstuffed chair in the
corner of the room. She shoved the material into her handbag with the rest of
her crap, leaving out the pair of dark navy work scrubs she’d changed out of in
the church the evening before. For the life of her she couldn’t find her
panties. Where the hell had those gone to?

No matter. Commando
it is
.

JJ retrieved her cell with one hand, found the maps app and
pressed it. The bright blue triangular icon flashed her current location
through the GPS.
I fucking love
technology!
She copied and pasted the address into a 911 text to Ambra. How
long ago had Cruz left her? A renewed sense of urgency assailed her. Eyes wide,
she glanced around the bedroom for an escape route. She had to get the hell out
of Dodge before Cruz came back. The next time he saw her, she wanted to be a
professional human again. Not some easy hooker giving it up for a hit of crack.

Her phone chirped and she glanced at the screen.

Ambra: B
there n 5

There was a glass-paneled door that led to an outside deck. Boots
in hand, she slipped through and made her escape into the cool morning air,
congratulating herself on her success. She skirted the rattan patio furniture
and the pool with an intricate ceramic pattern adorning the bottom. She wanted
to stop and take a closer look, but kept focused, hopping from foot to foot as
she tried to zip up her boots without falling on her ass. She took the path
that led around to the side yard. The lush vegetation of Cruz’s landscape
surprised her, although it shouldn’t have, knowing his mother. JJ definitely
recognized Daisy’s influence.

Once on the street, she hefted her handbag over her shoulder
and glanced at the GPS on her smart phone, then started to walk a safe distance
down the street to meet Ambra. One thing was certain.

Work would definitely
suck balls today
.

****

Cruz placed the finishing touches on the tray he prepared
and stepped back to check out his handy work. A light breakfast of whole wheat toast,
chamomile tea, and a couple of ibuprofen for JJ lay in front of him. He cocked
his head to the side. The scarlet rose in a tiny crystal vase was a nice touch.
A buoyancy he hadn’t felt in years added an extra spring to his step as he
carried the tray to his room and his sleepy houseguest. Cruz had a sneaking
suspicion that it had little to do with the night of earth shattering sex
they’d shared and everything to do with the woman herself. JJ was a jumbled mix
of impossible contradictions, which added to his growing excitement. He wanted
to get to know her better.

All thoughts flew from his mind as he entered his bedroom. His
glance took in the crumpled bed linens sans JJ. Her purse, the spilled contents
on the carpet, and the dress he’d laid over his recliner were all gone. Disappointment
and anger clashed. Cruz had wanted to wake her slowly to see her eyelids
flutter before those sea green eyes came into focus. Why the hell would she
just sneak out without saying goodbye? A pang of hurt burst in his chest. He’d
never had a woman stay the night in his bed before now. The normal routine
would’ve been to sleep at her place, leave before sunrise, and if the hookup
had been satisfying, he’d call her again. If not, he’d delete her number from
his cell. But he always said goodbye.
Always.