My Kind of Girl (14 page)

“
Mmm … that feels so good,
Sean.”

“
Thank you. Just relax and
continuing breathing in and out.”

“
Mmm … okay.

“
Maybe you’ll fall asleep.
I usually do.”

“
Mmm … feels too damn good
to sleep. I need to be awake.”

She continued moaning and purring in a
sensual manner while he rubbed his hands over her body that was now
slick and soft from the oil.

“
Can you come back up to my
neck?” she asked.

“
Of course. Any other
requests?”

“
Can you put your lips
there as well?”

A devilish grin widened across his
face as he lowered his lips to the back of her neck. He circled his
tongue slowly up and down from the nape to her hairline and around
to her left ear. “Is that what you wanted?” he whispered in her
ear, flicking his tongue around it while he intertwined his hand
into her hair.

“
Mmm hmm. Don’t
stop.”

He moved his tongue lower, traveling
it over her body where his hands had massaged. His finger trailed
along the band of her boy shorts, and her body vibrated under his
lips. He pressed his mouth to the small of her back while holding
onto her hips. Groaning, he controlled himself from jumping on the
table with her. His finger continued to roam around the band that
he desperately wanted to pull down.

She sighed out anxiously. “Take them
off.” She reached her hand back to pull her panties off, but he
placed it back on the headrest followed by a pop to her butt. He
loved the way it jiggled and popped it again.

“
You asked me to,
remember?” With his teeth, he grasped the material and drew them
down to her thighs to expose her rounded bottom. He palmed each
cheek and massaged them gently. Dipping his hands into the oil, he
rubbed it into her buttocks, deepening his palms with every passing
second. The soft groans she exerted grew louder and more intense
especially when he kissed one cheek and then the other. Parting
them, he slid his tongue down in-between until he reached her moist
center and delved the tip of it in.

“
Sean … yes … oh my
goodness … yes!”

Traci’s hips rotated against his
tongue as if she wanted more, but he licked it all the way back up
until he reached her neck.

“
Why are you teasing
me?”

“
How about I do this
instead?”

The instead was sliding one finger
into where he’d just left and darted it in and out, causing her to
moan and squeal out incoherent words. He continued his finger
action, sometimes rubbing his hand on her mound or slipping a
finger or two back inside her slick canal as she clenched around
them. His pulse race as he tried to hold back the urge to flip her
over and become one with her once and for all. Her orgasmic cries
were the best song he’d ever heard, and he wondered how much louder
and passionate she would be if he was inside of her, staring down
at her lovely face. That way he could see some of the beautiful
expressions she created; unfortunately, he couldn’t enjoy them now
because at the moment she was face down and staring at the
floor.

He glided his tongue down her back and
once again positioned it where she wanted it. This time he licked
slowly, drinking the juices she’d spilled when his fingers were
there. She was the sweetest tasting woman he’d ever had the
pleasure to savor. Her moans continued to fill his ears and he had
to see her expression; he needed to witness the bliss on her face
that he’d placed there. He raised his mouth for a moment and popped
her bottom just to see it jiggle once more.

“
Turn over on your
back.”

Raising herself up, she glanced at him
over her shoulder with a sensual glare and did as instructed. Her
eyes were hazy and dark, and her face was beautiful against the
candlelight. She wore a satisfied smile, but he wasn’t done driving
her crazy. He pulled her by the legs until they hung off the edge.
Grabbing a chair in the corner, he placed it in front of her as he
sat down and wrapped her legs around his neck. Diving his tongue in
once more, he licked and pulled on her rosy bud, circling around
slowly but sometimes speeding up to tease her. Flicking his tongue
between her folds, he tasted the ambrosia that leaked from her. Her
body quivered against the massage table and he held her down by the
hips as she thrashed back and forth.

“
Sean … mmm … I can’t—” She
abruptly stopped as her legs shook around his neck, and she sat all
the way up, pushing his head deeper into her. “I can’t take it
anymore …”

He lifted his head for a moment to
stare up her. Her expression was the most stunning he’d even seen
on a woman that he’d ever been with. He couldn’t remember a woman
ever gazing at him like that before. It shook him to his core and
his breathing became stifled for a moment. She was exquisite in
every way. Her intellect. Her concern for others. Her adorable
smile along with those damn delicious dimples. Her passion and need
for him matched his desire and yearning for her. He even found her
quirky, nerdy personality sexy. Sean had never believed in love at
first sight, but when he’d first laid eyes on Traci, he sensed his
life had changed in that very moment.

Rising from the chair, he wiped his
lips with the back of his hand and imprisoned them on hers. He
coiled his tongue around hers in an enticing kiss as they both
fought for total control. She ran her hands up to his head, pulling
his mouth deeper into hers. Lifting her naked body off of the
massage table, he carried her to the couch, their lips never
leaving each other.

“
Please make love to me,”
she said breathlessly on his lips, running her tongue along his
neck and her hand down to his belt buckle … and beyond.

Goodness, he wanted to. Wanted her
that very instant.

“
I can’t.”

“
Why not?” Her lips roamed
over his neck and back to his lips.

“
Well … for one I … I don’t
have any condoms.” He knew he was lying. He had two unopened boxes
in his drawer, but he didn’t want to tell her the real reason why.
Not yet, but hopefully soon. He knew the body massage was a bad
idea, but he didn’t think it would go this far.

She jerked her eyes on him. “You … um
… but …” She stopped as her lips settled into a confused pout. “Oh
… okay.” She slid her hands off of him completely and managed to
squirm out of his embrace as her eyes searched the
floor.

“
We can still—”

“
Can you turn on the
light?” she asked in a distant tone.

He honestly didn’t know what the hell
had just happened. They agreed to wait until they knew each better,
and he knew she didn’t like casual sex. Even though sex between
them wasn’t going to be casual. However, he needed to make certain
of something first and he was going to stand by that.

He obliged, turning on the light, and
proceeded to blow all of the candles out. Traci rose from the couch
and grabbed her panties and bra from the floor.

“
I’m sure my shorts are dry
by now. It’s getting late, and I have an early meeting at the
gardens in the morning.” She walked out of the room with him on her
heel as she put the bra back on. She was still holding her boy
shorts so at least he had a great view from the back; however, she
stopped when they made it to the great room to put them
on.

“
I’ll be back.”

The way she said it sounded as if she
didn’t want him to go any further in his own home. He chuckled and
headed to the refrigerator to grab another beer. Leaning on the
island, he waited for her to return. It didn’t take her long, for
she dashed into the kitchen dressed with her hair in a ponytail and
her tote bag slung over her shoulder in less than ten minutes. She
must’ve sprinted like Flo Jo to get to the dryer in his closet. He
grabbed her to him.

“
Why are you mad at me?” he
asked through gritted teeth.

“
I’m not mad. We just need
to stop before I get carried away with you. All of this has been
completely out of character for me, and I need to take a step back.
It’s been fun, but we need to keep this totally professional. I’ll
be back next week to finish, probably on Thursday. If you need
anything else done, I can refer you to some other landscapers that
I know.”

“
What are you saying?” This
was not how the scenario was supposed to play out. He had no idea
where any of this was coming from. He was trying to be a good guy
for once.

“
I’m telling you, it’s been
fun but we can’t do this anymore. You’re my client. I don’t fool
around with my clients.”

“
Didn’t I tell you once
before I can fire you?”

“
Look, Sean. I think it’s
very nice of you to want to get to know me better before going any
further but let’s be realistic. It’s killing you to wait. I can see
it on your face. Hell, I can feel your rock hard penis straining
against me, begging to meet Sunshine.”

“
Who the hell is Sun … oh …
never mind. Traci … I just wanted to wait. I respect you.” He
couldn’t believe he’d formed his lips to say that but he was
telling the truth.

“
I appreciate that, but I
need to reassess my priorities. I’m glad you stopped us from going
any further. I needed to get back to reality before I got caught up
in being with you and actually thinking that maybe one day we could
be an actual couple and you’d give up your playboy ways for me.
I’ve wanted you for a very long time. Longer than you know.” She
paused, looking away from him. “When your mom began coming to the
Botanical Gardens for workshops a few years ago, she used to share
pictures of her family on her cell phone. Yours always stood out
the most. I thought you were so handsome and charismatic. I mean,
sure Cannon is as well, but you stirred something in me. And
whenever your mom used to talk about all of you, I only listened to
what she had to say about you. When your mother became my primary
doctor, I used to say a little prayer that I’d run into you at your
family’s practice but I never did. A few weeks ago when she brought
you to the orchid repotting class, I honestly thought it was fate,
but it was just my silly crush over a guy that will never want to
be with me.”

She stopped and pulled away from him.
“I can’t believe I’m standing here telling you all of this, but
you’ve been so easy to talk you.” She laughed nervously. “I guess
you’re good at your job.”

“
Well, I appreciate you
telling me and I’m flattered. However, that doesn’t mean we have to
stop seeing each other. I like hanging with you, Traci.”

“
For now, and then your
eyes will wander. I can’t be mad at anyone but me for putting
myself in this situation. Eventually, I would want more of a
commitment and you’ve said so yourself you are a lifelong bachelor.
Everyone in Memphis knows that.”

She reached up on her tiptoes and
kissed him softly on the lips. “I’m going now, but I had fun.” She
turned to leave without looking back.

Sean stared after her in shock. Sure,
he’d had women walk out on him before because they’d wanted more,
but he’d always shrugged it off and moved on to someone else. There
was always a woman waiting in the wings. Even though there was a
few he could call now if he so chose, he didn’t want to.

He’d done the unthinkable and fallen
for a woman who didn’t want to be with him.

Chapter Nine

“
So let me get his
straight. You saw two boxes of condoms in his drawer, and he told
you he didn’t have any?” Caitlyn asked, taking a sip of her wine.
“Two boxes of magnums with twelve each per box?”

Traci simply nodded her head and fell
back on her bed before glancing over at Cait who was sitting at the
headboard. “Twenty-four condoms.”

“
And he gave you a full
body massage in a special room?”

“
Yep.”

“
Girl, I told you that
asshole had a secret room. No telling what else is in
there.”

“
I’m glad I came to my
senses before I did something I would eventually
regret.”

“
Well, you did say he
wanted to take it slow, so maybe he really did.”

“
Nah, he was locked and
loaded. I could feel and see it through his pants.”

“
Was your breath
tart?”

Traci sat up on the pillows and
lightly punched her friend on the arm. Reaching over to the
nightstand, she grabbed her wine glass and took a sip followed by a
big gulp.

“
Very funny. My breath was
fine. I’m glad I ended it when I did before things got too
complicated. Before we had sex and I’d would’ve become attached and
addicted to him. He would’ve eventually gotten bored with me, met
some exotic model/stripper/wannabe actress with the IQ of a twig,
and tossed me to the curb like a trash bag. So in a way I dodged a
broken heart … again, and you and I won’t be singing “Stormy
Weather” and “Good Morning Heartache” at karaoke night
again.”

Caitlyn clinked her wine glass with
Traci’s. “Girl, we sung the hell out of those songs after you found
out that what’s-his-name had gotten married and moved to
Portugal.”