Indulgent Pleasures (3 page)

Great, now he had a foot fetish because of her. Unbelievable.

“Give me your other foot.” When she stared at him oddly, he reached for her. He slipped his hand beneath her knee and lifted.

She got the hint, slowly resting her other foot on his thigh and she stretched out, burrowing her back even further into the corner of the seat. He peeled off her shoe, let it drop to the floor and then started to massage the bottom of her foot.

Her head tilted back, her lids going to half mast and she pursed her lips. The look of pleasure on her face was unmistakable and his cock twitched against his fly, suddenly anxious, the air becoming a little too close.

Justin released his grip on her foot and unbuttoned first one shirt cuff and then the other, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. She watched in fascination, her gaze drinking him in, her expressive face a complete and total turn on.

Yeah, there was no mistaking she liked him, maybe almost as much as he liked her.

A little moan escaped when he resumed massaging her foot and nudged a particular spot. He nudged it again, dug his thumb in deep, eliciting another groan. Her eyes glowed in the dim light from outside that passed over them as the car moved and he allowed his fingers to wander. Up her ankle, across her shin and curving around her calf. Her skin was firm and smooth and he tickled lightly behind her knee, making her giggle.

“Yes,” she whispered and he desperately wanted to hear her whisper that single word in his ear when he entered her the first time. Wanted to hear her say it when he was balls deep inside her and pounding an endless rhythm within her body.

More than anything, he wanted to hear her whisper a breathless yes when he made her come, her pussy clenching uncontrollably around his cock.

Sweat misted his forehead, his skin felt tight and hot and he reached for the collar of his shirt. He undid the knot of his tie and pulled it off with a quick yank.

Chapter Three

She didn’t say a word and Justin wondered if he’d moved too fast or spoken too soon.

Too late for regrets now. Most women would’ve jumped all over him at his invitation. Hell, they probably would’ve already started peeling off their clothes, they were always so eager to get with him.

Of course, not this woman, not that he was really surprised. She studied him with caution clouding those pretty sea blue eyes, her lush lips twisted with doubt. She’d leaned forward, a tantalizing hint of cleavage showing with her position and her hands still clutched the hem of her dress tight.

Shock coursed through him and he sat up straighter, staring at her in surprise. She said yes. He couldn’t believe it. Before she changed her mind, he reached for her, his hand wrapping around one of hers and tugging gently.

Delicate brows shot up so far they were nearly in her hairline but she didn’t say a word. She seemed to be waiting for his direction.

Gently he pushed her feet from his thigh and then pulled her closer. She slid slowly across the seat until her body collided with his, her warmth and curves molding to him as if she belonged at his side.

He studied her face, utterly fascinated with her. The pretty blue eyes, her plump red lips and all the freckles. So many freckles. Reaching out, he touched her, his finger sweeping over first one cheek, then the other, down the gentle slope of her nose, across her sexier than hell mouth.

“You don’t see too many women with freckles.” He was whispering, afraid to break the spell that had woven all around them.

“I have too many,” she whispered back, a little gasp escaping her when he dragged his thumb slowly across her lower lip. He smudged her lipstick and turning his thumb over, saw the deep red line there. He felt as if he’d been marked.

“I should count them.” Justin liked the sound of that. Lingering over her body and stroking her, counting each and every little freckle that was on her skin.

She laughed shakily. “That’ll take at least two days.”

He leaned in closer, his face aligned with hers and he felt her breath fan across his face, sweet and chocolaty. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

Her eyes widened the slightest bit then drooped closed when he kissed her, just once, his lips brushing hers. She sighed, a wistful, yearning sound and he swallowed it, kissing her again. His mouth lingered this time, learning her taste, memorizing her texture. Her hands fluttered between them, hesitant before they finally landed on his chest and he couldn’t contain the rumble of pleasure at her touch.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she opened for him willingly, her tongue meeting his. The kiss turned instantly carnal. Sucking and nibbling on that plush lower lip, he groaned, his cock standing at attention and he realized he wanted her with a fierceness that stunned him.

Justin grabbed Stephanie about the waist and hauled her on top of him. Emitting a tiny squeal, she straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, the wide skirt of her dress billowing out around them. She pressed closer and he swore he felt the silky fabric of her panties, the very heat of her pussy beneath.

He cupped the back of her head, pulling the elastic band out of her hair and it fell to her shoulders. She stared down at him, her dark hair a pretty tumble around her face.

“What are you doing?” She sounded breathless, her eyes glittering as she stared at him. She clutched his shoulders with her fingers, her hands smoothing across them.

“I think you know what I’m doing. What I want.” He thrust up against her, a subtle move that allowed her to feel exactly how much he wanted her.

Her eyes widened and then she bent to kiss him. A hot, wet kiss which sent his senses reeling, his body tense with need. Their tongues tangled, lips meshing, teeth tugging and he buried his hands in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss.

Oh yeah, this was exactly what he wanted. He’d had a suspicion Little Miss Demure and Sweet would be a hot piece once he delved beneath the surface and she didn’t disappoint.

Her hands were everywhere, her body brushing against his and driving him insane. Those knockout tits were just waiting for his hands so he touched one, cupping the lush flesh in the palm of his hand and she moaned against his mouth.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, tilting his head so he could slide his lips down the side of her neck. Her skin was soft and fragrant and she tasted sweet.

She moved away from him and pushed his shirt apart, her breath coming in rapid little pants as she stared down at him. Her fingers skimmed across his pecs, down his stomach and his muscles rippled in response.

“You must really work out,” she breathed.

He wanted to laugh. Hell yeah, he worked out. It was his fucking
job
.

Well at least, it had been. Up until that fatal afternoon had cost him his entire career.

With awe sparkling in the depths of her eyes, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his, the kiss soft, sweet.

“This is one of the top female fantasies you know,” she whispered against his mouth when she broke the kiss, her hand resting so low on his stomach his cock was screaming in protest.

Just a nudge lower and she’d be touching him. God, how he wanted her to touch him, stroke him, go down on him.

“Top female fantasies?” What, having sex with someone famous? That wouldn’t surprise him. Women were always writing him fan mail saying they super-imposed his face on their husband’s/boyfriend’s/lover’s head.

Sometimes he found it flattering. Most of the time it creeped him out.

She nodded and her hand strayed lower. He actually trembled, his hips doing a subtle lift and then she was cupping him, sure fingers sliding down his length. Holy hell, he was more than ready to spill like an eager and horny teenager in the backseat of a car on prom night.

“Sex with a stranger. It’s in the top ten.” Her quick fingers flicked the button of his trousers undone and then slid the zipper down slowly.

Justin closed his eyes and gnashed his teeth together. The woman was going to drive him crazy. “Top ten what?”

“Sexual fantasies.” She sounded amused, the little tease, and he nearly howled when her hand slipped inside his pants, cradling his cotton-covered cock. “Haven’t you been listening?”

“It’s kind of hard when you’re touching me like that,” he said through clenched teeth.

She laughed, the sound wrapping around him and making him dizzy. Crazy. “I know
something
is hard, that’s for sure.”

Okay that was it. Enough of the banter and enough of the teasing. He needed to get this woman naked now. He reached for the back of her dress, sliding the zipper down and the fabric fell forward with ease.

He pushed her away, tugging the top of her dress off and down her arms until it fell to her waist. She sat there straddling him, her skin tinted a rosy flush, her full breasts barely contained by the sexiest bra he’d ever seen. Red swirling lace, so fragile looking he was almost afraid to touch it.

Almost.

“God damn.” He touched her, his finger barely brushing against the lace covering her hardened nipple and she whimpered. “Are you trying to make me lose it?”

“I like pretty lingerie,” she murmured.

“I like it too.” He cupped her breasts in each hand, thumbs circling around her nipples. He could see them, pink and hard and oh, so tempting, right through the delicate red lace. “Especially on you.”

* * *

Oh, this man was good. Almost too good. The way he looked at her and touched her, the things he said. It all went straight to her head before dispersing amongst other, more needful parts of her body.

Not that she was protesting. It was as if he knew exactly what she liked, what she needed. The reverent glow in his eyes as he drank in her lace covered breasts and the way his big hands touched her so gently.

Who knew she could land a man who had a face, a body like his? He was looking at her as if he wanted to eat her up with a giant spoon.

Stephanie arched into his hands, desperate for him to rub her nipples again. It was as if they had a direct line to her pussy for every time he touched her there she became wetter, slicker. Her clit was positively throbbing and she wondered if a woman could be orgasmic just by having her nipples rubbed.

Those quick reflexes of his went right to work as he nimbly undid the clasp of her bra at her back. The bra hung from her body. He slipped the thin straps from her shoulders, down her arms and then it dropped onto the floor.

She couldn’t help but marvel at her situation. Sitting on this man’s lap in a car, naked to the waist, her dress bunched at her hips and his capable hands all over her. He smiled, a flash of dimples that made her heart skitter and then he took a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly.

Lightning heat flashed within her, making her cry out, and she arched into his mouth. He sucked and licked, his fingers teasing the other nipple, circling and circling. Pure hot sensation washed through her and she thrust her hands into his hair. The dark, silky soft strands clung to her fingers and she clutched him to her, her eyes sliding closed in ecstasy.

A hand snaked beneath her skirt and then he was touching her, his fingers dancing along her inner thigh. She spread her legs wider, her breath coming in short spurts as anticipation curled through her.

Yes, yes she wanted him right there, touching her pussy, stroking her into oblivion. She’d never felt this way, so free, so wanton, so damn hot for a man. If he didn’t touch her there soon she was going to lose it. Scream, beg, make him touch her, anything to get what she wanted from him.

“Mmm, nice panties.” A single finger stroked across the front of her underwear and she lurched against him. “Are they red?”

“M—maybe,” she stuttered, barely able to concentrate. Only able to feel.

One thick, long finger slipped beneath the elastic, teasing her dampened curls. She was slick, so hot and wet for him and for a quick moment, she was embarrassed. They’d only been kissing for a few minutes and she was wetter than she’d ever been for any man.