Indulgent Pleasures (11 page)

“There’d better not be a party of four in there. I’m not into group sex.” She swatted at his chest and her fingers lingered, smoothing over his pecs.

I don’t share, I don’t share, I don’t share.

Just thinking of being with Justin, of truly belonging to him sent a shiver down her spine. Not that she’d ever thought of belonging to a man before. So archaic, such a macho assumption when she had always prided herself on being somewhat of a feminist. The relationships she’d been in were always on equal footing, no “you’re mine, you do what I say” crap.

She didn’t believe Justin would ever speak to her in such a way but she knew if they were to pursue a relationship, there would be no doubt as to who was in charge.

And she would gladly let him take the role. She wouldn’t mind being referred to as “his”. She would revel in him taking charge.

But she knew that would never come to be. Because they weren’t in a relationship and they never would be. It was just sex. Pure and simple.

Justin flicked a switch and a lamp came on, illuminating his bedroom. It was simple and clean, the furniture made of dark wood and oversized. Two large dressers occupied either side of the room and a giant bed sat in the middle against the wall, facing a set of double French doors which had no window coverings. An impressive view of the ocean lay just beyond the glass. She could just make out the crashing gray waves in the distance.

“It’s nice.” She walked to the center of the room, did a slow circle and she wondered how many women he’d brought here before her.

Jealousy filled her, she couldn’t help it, couldn’t push it away if she tried. And she hated that.

“I’ll go start the tub. It’s going to take a while to fill because it’s so big.” He disappeared through a doorway that connected to his room and partially shut the door. A beam of light shone from beneath it and she heard the sound of water being turned on, splashing in the bottom of a tub.

She went to the French doors and stood in front of them, staring out into the night. It was dark but with a silvery glow as the full moon shone, bright even through the thick gathering clouds overhead. Streaky drops of rain dotted the glass and it kept a steady beat, she could hear its soft patter against the house. Squinting, she could just make out the low white-crested waves hitting the surf, leaving a trail of pale froth when it receded.

The view was like magic, the entire night like a dream. His insatiable appetite for her would make any woman wet with desire and Stephanie was no exception.

She worried though. How long would this last? How would she feel once it was over, especially since she was documenting it all as a story she could refer to for the rest of her days?

Would he drop her out of the blue? Would they decide together that they should end it? Or would she find out one day he was seeing someone else by spotting a photo of the two of them together in a magazine?

Her heart tightened painfully in her chest and she pressed her lips together. She was thinking too much, worrying about something she had no control over. It was pointless to worry, she could only live day by day and hope for the best.

Men rarely lasted in her life anyway and she’d never been able to figure out why. They didn’t stick around for long, the longest relationship she’d had was with Steve and that lasted about a year.

Almost two years ago Steve had dumped her, told her he didn’t feel a connection with her anymore. She hadn’t been in a serious relationship since.

Stephanie gave a little sound of frustration and shook her head, resting her palm flat against the window. It was shockingly cold and she gasped. The sensation had brought her back to reality and that was exactly what she needed.

To stay firmly seated in reality.

“Hey.” Justin magically appeared behind her and she startled, pressing her other hand against her chest.

“I didn’t even hear you.” Her tone was accusing and she immediately felt bad. She hadn’t meant to sound like a nagging girlfriend.

“Sorry.” He slipped his arms around her, his big hands settling against her stomach and he nuzzled the side of her neck. “You seemed a million miles away just now.”

“I was just—thinking.” Not that she would admit exactly what about. Time to change the subject. “I love your view.”

“Thanks. I do, too. It was one of the reasons why I bought this place.” His arms tightened around her waist and his firm lips pressed against her throat. “The tub’s about halfway full.”

She didn’t reply, just leaned into him, savoring his warmth, his strength. “How’s your knee?”

He tensed. Clearly, he didn’t like talking about it. At all. “Fine. Don’t worry about me. Let’s get you undressed.”

Stephanie wondered if he didn’t want her worrying about him because he wasn’t looking for emotion of any kind from her. Maybe he wanted to keep it emotionless.

But she’d seen the fire in his eyes more than once, the unmistakable glimmer of passion always simmering just below the surface.

Passion was passion, nothing more, nothing less. Don’t make it out to be something it isn’t.

Damn conscious. It spoke logic to her at the most inopportune times.

“Shouldn’t you be the one getting undressed since you need the soak?” Her hand strayed back, stroking down his hip, his thigh and she felt him shudder the slightest bit beneath her touch.

“You need a soak, too. You’re still damp. And probably cold.” His fingers went to the top of her chest, slowly working the little pearl buttons undone one by one. “That hot bath will warm you right up.”

She’d be hot as fire by the time he was done undressing her. Those long, sure fingers worked quick, unbuttoning all of the tiny buttons and then sliding the top of her dress down, over her shoulders, down her arms. She shrugged out of it, let it fall around her waist and he untied the belt, letting the Swiss dotted length of fabric drop to the floor.

“Virginal white,” he murmured, easing the elasticized waist of her dress down over her hips. “And yet so sinful underneath.”

She shivered, knew he referred to her lingerie. She’d always indulged in frivolous, expensive lingerie but now it was even more exciting to pull out all the stops and wear her best stuff.

Now that she had a man who appreciated it so wholeheartedly.

“Such a contradiction.” Once he got the dress past the top of her thighs, it dropped to her feet in a puddle and she stepped out of it, kicking it out of the way. Standing in just her underwear and red shoes, she saw their reflection in the glass and her breath stalled in her throat.

Justin’s big strong arms, one slung around her stomach, his hand and fingers spread wide. The other hand slid from her waist, down her hips, sparks flying everywhere he touched. His head was bent, his mouth brushing against her neck. She arched into his embrace and her breasts thrust forward, her knee slightly bent. The look of arousal on her face was unmistakable.

“So gorgeous,” he whispered in her ear just before he took a bite, his teeth tugging on the sensitive lobe. Another shiver moved through her, her panties dampened and her nipples tightened to the point of pain.

* * *

Justin had no idea their images were reflected in the window. When he glanced up and caught Stephanie studying them so raptly the fresh surge of lust that coursed through him was unmistakable, intense.

His hands slid over her bare stomach and her soft skin trembled beneath his touch. The tips of his fingers caressed and teased, making her sigh, making her eyes widen as she watched.

As they both watched.

Nudging her from behind he let her feel just how much he wanted her. How much it seemed he always wanted her. Uncontrollable was this lust, this need he had for her. Yeah, he liked having sex but usually he wasn’t so raring to go so quickly.

With Stephanie, it felt as if he always wanted her. As if he walked around with a permanent hard-on. He hadn’t experienced something like this in forever, not since he was a teen.

And he certainly had never felt that way about one specific woman.

His hands landed on her hips and tugged her closer, his erection settling between her lush ass cheeks. He released her with one hand, undid the fly of his jeans and shucked them quickly, kicking them off. Then he reached behind his head and tugged off his shirt, desperate to be close to her, experience skin on skin.

She was so soft, so smooth and he couldn’t stop touching her, his hands roaming freely, taking their time. Her head moved back and forth slowly, her hair brushing against his jaw, his mouth and he bent to press a tender kiss to her forehead.

He reared back up and stared at her in the reflection. Tender gestures, he rarely gave them. Hell, he’d never been a tender, romantic gesture type of guy ever. He could smooth talk with the best of them, had charmed his way into more pairs of panties than he cared to count but he wasn’t one for sweetness.

That wasn’t a part of the deal. This was all about intense, all consuming fucking. And the two of them had that going on in spades.

So why was he behaving this way?

Stephanie grabbed his wrists and brought his hands up to her breasts, showing him exactly what she wanted. He obliged, cupping her abundant flesh, kneading, his thumbs playing with her nipples that poked against the thin fabric of her bra. She moaned, the sound rippling through him and his cock jerked in anticipation. When he heard her throaty laugh he knew she’d felt that jerk, too.

“Shouldn’t the tub be full by now?” she asked, her voice sounding of pure temptation and sin.

He smiled and went to undo the clasp of her bra. “It can wait.”

The bra sprang free and he slid it off and down her arms, watched as it fluttered to the floor. Her large breasts hung free, pink nipples long and hard and just begging for his touch. His mouth.

“Won’t it overflow?” Her voice was a ragged whisper, her entire body a shuddering mass of flesh and he knew she was so turned on she could barely think straight.

Good. For once, he felt like he had the upper hand, a first between them. “Trust me, babe, it’s not going to overflow.”

She met his gaze in the window and watched with wide-eyed wonder as he played with her breasts. He pinched her nipples, tugged them until they were even longer, even more mouth-wateringly delicious than they’d been just seconds before. She shifted, her ass bumping against his front and the need to thrust up within her and fuck her where she stood was overwhelming.

But he held back. Didn’t want to go all fierce on her again as he had earlier in the parking garage. He’d been so crazed for her he’d almost scared himself. Never had he lost such control for a woman, for
anything.
He’d been like a man possessed, fucking her against his car and the sound of her wet pussy welcoming his every thrust still rang in his head.

Justin breathed deep, closed his eyes and counted to five. Then ten. Trying desperately to draw up some composure and just not finding it.

Of course, he still had her breasts in his hands, all of her soft flesh nestled so perfectly against him. As if she fit, as if she were made for him.

Shit. He was going off the deep end for sure. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, spending so much time with her, indulging his needs in her lush, welcoming flesh. He needed some distance, needed to break away from her before he got in over his head.

But that might be too late. He had the distinct feeling he was already in over his head.

And he fucking liked it.

Chapter Eleven

They’d almost had sex at the window but something had stopped Justin and he’d withdrawn from her. Instead he’d led her into the bathroom, kissing and touching her the entire way.

Something had happened between them when they’d stood in front of that window, staring at their reflection, staring into each other’s eyes. She couldn’t quite put her finger on but it was there, hovering between them though they both avoided it.

The way he’d looked at her, the way he touched her had almost made her melt. And the heat in his eyes, the longing she saw for such a brief moment. She could almost believe she didn’t see it after all.

But she had. And it confused her, made her want to ask him what he’d been thinking. She’d chickened out instead.

The bathroom was big, the walls a warm golden color and beautiful Italian tile covered the floor and bathtub. The very enormous bathtub.

He hadn’t been lying. Four people could fit easily in it, reminding Stephanie more of a hot tub versus an actual bathtub. It was full of swirling water, the jets on, steam rising from it and filling the room. Her skin immediately gleamed with sweat, her hair sticking to her forehead and she watched, mesmerized as he slipped out of his boxer briefs.

He had such a beautiful body. The broad shoulders, defined arms, even more defined chest and stomach. She could lick that stomach for hours.

She could lick what hung between his legs for hours, too. His cock was heavy, thick and hard with a bit of pre-come shining in the tip. He wanted her, he always seemed to want her and it thrilled her, how much she could arouse this man with just one glance, just one touch.