HandsOn (7 page)

Christ! He’d known her a week and he was pussy-whipped
already. If it weren’t for the articles he had to convince her to write with
him, he’d be running as far away from her as he could.

Chapter Seven

Lara tried not to scan the crowd for Mark’s face, but
couldn’t help herself. Unfortunately, the bright lights of the auditorium hid
most of the faces from her view.

She cleared her throat and answered the question that had
just been asked. “Human sexuality has always been a mystery. Both objective in
the biological aspect and subjective in the personal or emotional aspect, you
can look at a subject from ten different angles, ask any man or woman the same
question and you will never get the same answer. Sexuality is an
individualistic as appearance. No one short of twins looks the same as anyone
else, and no one’s sexuality can be summed up by any expert or study. The best
you can hope for is an average. The experience itself is unique for every
individual, every time.”

Her answer reminded her of yesterday’s lively argument with
Mark. Heat raced through her body as she recalled every intimate moment they’d
spent together. She’d even found herself dressing tonight to please him, hoping
he’d be here. Where typically she’d wear ankle-length flowing skirts and a
loose blouse, tonight she wore one of the trim designer suits Nancy had
insisted she buy.

“Any more questions?” she asked, glancing up at the clock.
Two hours of lecture, questions and answers. Not bad. And the room was filled
to capacity.

When no one else responded, she said, “Thank you so much for
your time.”

Applause rang out and she smiled, spoke with a few people,
then began to gather her presentation materials.

“You look sexy as hell in that suit.”

She whirled around to find Mark grinning at her. Her palms
began to sweat and her heart jackhammered against her ribs. “I didn’t know you
were here.”

“I figured wolf whistles during your speech would be
inappropriate.”

She couldn’t hold back her smile. “Probably.”

“But I thought about it.”

His compliment warmed her. “So, how did I do?”

He leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. “I
disagreed with most of what you said.”

She smirked. “Then I must have done well with my
presentation.”

He laughed and slipped his arms around her waist, pulling
her against him. “I missed you.”

“I just saw you yesterday.”

“Ah, casting me aside like a used rubber already, are you?”

Lara threw her head back and laughed. Who was this woman who
laughed with a gorgeous man, who felt sexy as hell in her short skirt and
thigh-high stockings? This wasn’t the Lara McKenzie she knew.

And yet, she felt okay. Better than okay. Fantastic.
Desirable, even. For the first time in her life.

“Hey, I need to ask you a question,” Mark said.

“Sure.”

“Have you told your boyfriend about us?”

Boyfriend? What boyfriend? “Huh?”

He rolled his eyes at her. “You know. Bob.”

Oh, God. “Uh, don’t worry about Bob.”

“Oh, but I do. I don’t want to be rolling around in your bed
and have Bob storm in and catch us.”

She choked back her snort. “That won’t happen. Trust me.”

“I think you should at least tell him you’re dating someone
else.”

Dating? They were dating?

“I need to tell you about Bob,” she said, wondering how she
was going to explain this, and hoping he had a sense of humor about the whole
thing.

Mark let go of her and sat on the desk. “Okay, tell me.”

Where to begin. Should she laugh it off, or approach it
seriously followed by an apology for misleading him? “There is no Bob.”

He arched a brow. “Huh?”

“There is no Bob. He doesn’t exist.”

“You made him up.”

“No. Well, sort of.”

When his eyes narrowed, she knew he wasn’t finding this
amusing. Might as well get it over with. “Bob is an acronym.”

“For?”

This was going to be painfully embarrassing.
“Battery-Operated Boyfriend.”

It took him a few seconds, then he threw his head back and
laughed so loud she was afraid the other lecture halls were going to hear him.

“Your boyfriend is a vibrator?”

He laughed like a damn hyena, and wouldn’t stop. Glaring at
him, she said, “Really, it’s not that funny.”

“No, it’s not just funny, Lara, it’s goddamn hysterical! I
can’t believe you told me that. His, or rather, its name is going to be in the
article, too.”

Oh, hell.

“Care to explain why you told me you had a boyfriend?”

Not really. “You asked. I didn’t want to seem, I don’t know,
like a loser.” Which she really was and now he knew it.

“Just because you aren’t dating anyone exclusively doesn’t
mean you’re a loser, babe. I’m not involved with anyone, either.”

Which meant he didn’t think what was between the two of them
could be classified as involvement. “I see.” She tried to keep the
disappointment out of her voice, but she could tell from the way he tilted his
head that he read her body language.

“You’re upset.”

“No, I’m not.”
I’m a child and I need to grow up. This
isn’t the man of your dreams, Lara, this is a guy you’re fucking and having
some fun with
.

“Yeah you are. You’re tense.”

“Long day. I just need to relax a bit.”

“I can help you with that.”

She met his lascivious gaze. Determined to block out her
emotions and enjoy the moments she had with him, she said, “Ah, yes. I’ll just
bet you can.”

“Need a ride home?”

“My house is only a block from here. I walked.” In heels,
too. Never again.

“Come on. I’ll drive you.”

She stuffed her paperwork in her briefcase, pleasantly
surprised when Mark took it from her hands and carried it out to his SUV. She
slid into the leather seat and crossed her legs, tugging the damned short skirt
over her thighs. Nancy and her bright ideas about clothing.

Then again, she had to admit the clothes did something to
her. Tonight she’d actually felt naughty. The silk stockings caressed her legs
and the tops of the hose rubbed against her thighs. All she could think of
during the lecture was Mark, kneeling in front of her, lifting her skirt and
slowly rolling down her stockings.

Not a good mental picture when one had to remain composed in
front of a hundred plus people.

“You look hot, Lara.”

She glanced over at him. His eyes were hooded, half-closed
and it was dark, but the way his gaze moved over her body told her what he was
thinking.

“Thank you.”

When he reached for her leg, resting his palm over her knee,
she fought back a gasp. Arousal moistened her sex, readying her for him. Her
nipples tingled against the barely there bra she’d worn under her silk blouse.

With a death grip on the armrest she watched his fingers
move upward. Slowly, he walked them closer to the hem of her skirt. When he got
there, he used the side of his hand to slide the skirt up.

Her breath hitched, stopping just short of a complete
inhalation. She held it, waiting for his response.

Arching a brow when he reached the tops of her stockings, he
said, “Thigh-highs?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Damn, that’s fucking hot!”

And now she couldn’t breathe at all because he’d moved his
hand further upward, between her legs, teasing at the edge of her panties.

“You’re wet.”

“Yes.”

“You want me?”

“Yes.”

“Now?”

“Now?” He couldn’t be serious. They were in the parking lot
of the Biology Department building. There were…she looked around. No cars or
people in sight.

“Lara?”

When had she been adventurous in her life? When had she
taken naughty little risks like this? When had she been more sexually
stimulated by a man?

Never was the answer to all her questions.

“Push your seat back, Mark.”

Other than their heavy breathing, the whirr of the electric
seat was the only sound. She climbed over the center console and straddled him.

Mark’s eyes widened. Not quite what he had in mind, but this
would certainly do. Lara’s wet panties pressed against his erection as she
situated herself over him.

“God Almighty, Lara!” he hissed when she rocked against him.
She shrugged out of her suit jacket, the buttery-soft silk of her blouse
tickling his cheek. The crisscross cut provided a glimpse of the most
tantalizing bra he’d ever seen. Hardly even a bra, actually. Just a wisp of
see-through material that barely covered her nipples.

He wondered if her panties matched.

Her skirt stretched between her thighs, affording him a
glimpse of decadent panties that, sure as hell, matched the bra.

“Get those panties off,” he said, suddenly needing to be inside
her.

She gripped his shoulders, her green eyes glassy with
desire. “Kind of difficult in the position I’m in.”

“Then I hope you didn’t pay a ton of money for them, because
they’re coming off one way or the other.”

Her swift intake of breath wasn’t an objection. “Do it.”

Keeping his gaze focused on hers, he reached for the string
on the side of her hip and wrapped it around his fist, then yanked. She cried
out when the elastic gave way with a single rip, then licked her lips, panting
heavily.

The SUV was uncomfortable as hell, but damned if he was
going to wait to get her home. He lifted the skirt over her hips, going mad
with the sight of the tuft of red curls between her legs. He reached down and
skimmed her flesh. She was as wet as he was hard.

“Lift up, babe,” he commanded, then unzipped his pants and
pulled out his aching shaft.

She didn’t need instructions. She waited, arched above him,
as he grabbed a condom from the console and slid it on. Then she settled over
him, moving so agonizingly slow he wanted to grab her hips and plunge his cock
fast and hard inside her. Finally, she sat fully on him and began rocking,
slowly at first, then picking up the pace.

He pulled her blouse aside, slipping it off her shoulders
and burying his face in her breasts. He licked her nipples over the material of
her bra and she whimpered, pulling at his hair.

When he tilted his head back to look at her face, she drew
closer. Her lips ground against his, her tongue plunging into his mouth at the
same time his hips rose to meet her.

The windows steamed. He panted, she panted. Clothes were
pulled aside so that skin made contact with skin.

His little wildcat had gone feral on him. She bit his
shoulder and pumped away at his shaft until he felt death was imminent.

What a way to go!

Reaching around behind her, he slipped his fingers between
her legs, swiping some of the copious juices that seeped from her pussy. He
massaged her slit, loving the feel of her bouncing up and down on his shaft,
then drew his fingers upward, coating her anus with her own cream.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, stilling completely.

“I want to feel inside that hot ass of yours, Lara,” he
said, desperate to slide inside that tight rosebud and sample her heat.

“Yes,” she hissed, bending forward to give him access.

Sufficiently moistened, he slid one finger past the tight
muscle of her anus. Her ass gripped him, pulling his finger deeper and deeper
while her pussy quivered around his aching shaft.

“Christ, you’re tight back there, baby. I’d love to fuck
that ass some day.” Just the thought of burying his cock deep into her hot,
tight cavern back there had his balls tightening and threatening to explode.

He moved his finger in and out of her, drawing nearly
completely out, then plunging back inside again. Soon he was fucking her ass in
earnest.

And she liked it. Man, did she like it. She dug her nails
into his shoulders and rode him like a wildcat, tilting her head back and
crying out in pleasure that had him ready to burst.

“Now, Mark,” she cried, bucking furiously against him. His
balls ached with the need for release and he pumped harder and faster. His
groan and her keening cries mixed together as they both reached their climax at
the same time.

Minutes passed and neither of them moved. He was sweating.
So was she. He withdrew from her anus and grabbed one of the tissues on the
console. That was as far as he got, though, because he couldn’t move a muscle.

Hell, he didn’t want to move. Her cunt continued to pulse
around him. His crotch was soaked with the combination of her juices and his
cum.

Damn that had been good.

“I’m stuck,” she finally said.

He opened his eyes and leaned back, searching her face.
“Stuck where?”

She smirked. “Well, other than being impaled on your dick,
I’d say my legs are wedged pretty tight on either side of the seat. And my
foot’s asleep.”

God, she was beautiful all disheveled like this. Her blouse
was open, her breasts exposed. Her hair had gone wild, tumbling out of the clip
she’d secured it with and her skirt was hiked high over her hips.

Appreciatively, his cock responded by hardening again.

Her eyes widened and she arched a brow, then lightly licked
his lips. “No way in hell, bucko. Get me out of this position and take me home
before you fuck me again.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Hell yeah. Now get moving. I’m ready for round two.”

* * * * *

Lara tiptoed around her house, picking up pieces of
discarded clothing. They’d certainly ripped their clothing off quickly last
night, beginning at the front door and making their way through the rest of the
house. By the time they’d fallen into bed, there was nothing left to take off.

Mark lay sprawled across her bed, sound asleep.

He didn’t snore. A plus for him. The other plus was the
sight of his naked ass.

She sighed, unable to believe this gorgeous Adonis found her
attractive. Not only attractive, but seemed to really want to spend time with
her.

After they’d made love again last night, they’d padded into
the kitchen, both of them naked, and fixed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.