So Into You (5 page)

"I like implications. Wanna get
naked and discuss them in depth?"

Her shout of laughter rang out over
the trays of fragrant food the waiter was placing in front of them.

Okay. Memo to self. This guy is
definitely not predictable
.

Phil mentally gave himself a high
five as she continued to chuckle.

At the back of his mind lurked the
suspicion that in spite of her protests she was only here because he'd damn
near blackmailed her into it. But he didn't care. A tiny part of him wanted a
familiar face from work to see them together tonight. Bragging rights would be
his. But for the most part he wanted Casey to see him as more than a colleague,
more than someone who fetched her coffee. A whole lot more than her whipping
boy.

I wonder if she's into whips and
chains?
He stifled the erotic thought.

"By the way, I don't do naked
on a first date." She'd finally stopped laughing, spent a few reverent
moments worshipping the mounded perfection of her baked potato and declared her
steak to be a tender dream come true.

"Damn." Phil wickedly
grinned. "And here I wasn't even sure this
was
a date." He
munched contemplatively on a fry.

"What would you call it
then?"

"A feeling out process?"

She raised an eyebrow wryly.
"Seriously? Wanna rephrase that?"

"That's feeling
out
not
feeling
up
, but yeah." He chuckled and reached for the ketchup.
"Poor choice of words. However, continuing that theme, if this
was
a date, what number would it have to be for you to consider sex an
option?"

"You sure you're not in the
legal department? That question needs a few amendments and sidebar
thingies."

He rolled his eyes and drowned
another French fry before popping it into his mouth. "Har har."

She grinned and arranged the
toppings on a piece of potato to her satisfaction. He watched her close her
eyes in pleasure as she tasted, chewed and finally swallowed. "God. If
there's no sour cream and bacon on baked potatoes in heaven, I'm not
going."

"Christ. That is so hot."

"What?" She blinked at
him.

"Watching you having a
vegetable orgasm."

She gasped, then choked on a laugh.
"Damn. I wasn't expecting that one."

"Neither was I." He wiped
his brow dramatically. "Do that again and I'll have to change my
pants."

She wrinkled her nose at him.
"Oh please. Food's not
that
sexy."

"It is the way you eat
it."

Amazingly, she blushed.
"Uhhh."

Now was a perfect time for Phil to
launch into his spiel, the one he'd rehearsed in his dreams. He'd whisper to
Casey how he wanted to spend about a month buried between her thighs, with a
full-blown case of priapism so he could do nothing else but have sex with her
twenty-four hours a day.

But at the last minute he decided to
keep it simple. For now. "Don't worry. I just want to know everything
about you. Making you laugh, and even blush, is all part of the learning process."

"Hmm. Wouldn't playing truth or
dare be easier, or maybe twenty questions?"

Phil looked at her. Perhaps it was
time to delve a little deeper. He opted for honesty. "I don't like playing
those games, Casey. Especially not with you, since I've waited for an evening
like this for a long time. But in the interests of fairness, I'll make it a
level playing field. You can ask me anything and I'll tell you the truth. You
have my no-bullshit guarantee."

Casey watched his eyes, noting how
steady they were, how intense. He never looked away, but was totally focused on
her. That knowledge shot an empowering thrill through her spine. She was amazed
at how good she felt right at that moment, and how physically aroused she was
becoming.

At this moment, she was sure she
could ask him for anything—anything at all—and he'd do it for her. From
something as casual as ordering another drink to something as intimate as
dropping to his knees and licking her pussy. And God, didn't
that
image
jolt her belly with a liquid shiver of want.

She took a sip from her glass and
fought for control over her dampening sex. "Here's a question for you
then, seeing as you've given me your guarantee." She looked at him.
"You ever have a one night stand?"

He shook his head a little and sighed.
"Yep. A friend set me up and actually it was terrible. We went to dinner
and as soon as we got to the car she went down on me." He raised his
eyebrows and cocked a finger in her direction. "Just a warning here. Sex
in a vehicle with a stick shift transmission can be dangerous. She slipped and
fell in love with my four-speed. Took me a month to get her smell out of my
car."

Casey's jaw dropped and she blinked,
at a loss for words for at least a minute. Then she noticed the tiny twitch at
the corner of his mouth. She laughed.

"You're yanking my chain,
aren't you?"

His eyebrows rose and she now knew
Phil well enough to realize she'd opened a door with that question. She raised
her hand to fend off the comeback she could see trembling on his lips.
"Okay, okay, never mind. Whatever you're going to say, consider it said.
That whole story was a little too much information, anyway."

"Hey, you asked. But it is the
truth. The whole truth. I gotta say it was a little odd though. Still gives me
the heebie-jeebies thinking about it."

"Did you just say
heebie-jeebies
?"
She snickered.

He ignored it and moved his
now-empty plate aside, leaning back in his chair. "My turn. I won't
require a no-bullshit guarantee, but there is one question I'd love you to
answer."

"Okay. Shoot."

"What's the most risqué thing
you've ever done?"

She thought for a few moments, and
then smiled. He'd given her the perfect chance for a little payback. This would
be fun.

And what better story to tell than
one of her favorite fantasies. If she could manage it without laughing or
blushing. Unobtrusively she twisted one foot behind the other beneath the
table, using the slight stretch of muscles to help her focus and not giggle.

She moved forward, closing the
distance between them, and lowered her voice. He automatically leaned toward
her.

She
had
him. Repressing a
satisfied grin, she began.

"A neighbor of mine used to
watch me with binoculars. He would stand in front of his window, which was
across from mine, so I could see him quite clearly. He was always naked and
he'd masturbate as I stripped in my bedroom before taking my shower. Now I
knew
he was watching, so one night I sat in a chair by my bed and got myself off
where he could see me. It was one of the hottest things ever." She fanned
herself, biting her lip against the hot blush her own words had inspired.

Phil's Adam's apple jerked as he
swallowed. Yeah, she had him all right. Time to tweak just a little more.
"It was so intensely erotic to know he was fantasizing about me. I must
have had three orgasms seeing him jerk off as I rubbed my clit."

She leaned even closer and dropped
her voice to a whisper. "Can you picture it, Phil? Me, lying wide open, my
breasts bare, my nipples hard, and my hand touching between my legs, rubbing my
pussy, all wet and shining, until I scream and come…
as you watch
."

"Jesus." There was a tiny
drop of sweat at his hairline.

Casey straightened and spread her
hands wide. "You asked."

He stared at her, and then his eyes
narrowed. "That was a crock, wasn't it? You sinner."

She couldn't help bursting into
laughter. "But by God, you bought it, didn't you?"

He rolled his eyes and then laughed
as well. "Yeah. Damn, you're good. You got me going with that one."

The waitress stopped at their table
and began to clear their plates, urging them to consider dessert and coffee.

To her surprise, Casey found herself
ordering both, agreeing to share a hunk of cheesecake with Phil. She hadn't
expected this, to be enjoying herself enough to want to prolong the evening.
But she had, and it was fun.

More fun than she'd had in some
time, and it had taken until now for her to even realize it, let alone admit it
to herself. She knew it wasn't anything she'd done differently; therefore it
must have something to do with the man across the table.

Maybe it was time to take him up on
that no-bullshit deal. "So I managed to share without blushing. I think
you should return the favor. Tell me what kind of fantasies do you have?"

Phil looked down at his hands,
folded in front of him on the table. It was almost a shy move, but she had a
sneaking suspicion that there was more to him than he let on.

He looked up and his stare made her
heart miss a beat as he spoke into the silence that had fallen between them.
"All of my fantasies…they have been about you."

Warmth spread deep in her body.
Those eyes, the deep smoldering burn they radiated as he looked at her. He
wasn't lying. She swore she could physically feel the desire coming off him in
waves and buffeting her like a hot storm.

"Casey, you know I was just
using that mistake as a way to get some time alone with you. I can sit here and
pretend all night but you're smarter than that and you know I'm seriously
attracted to you. Have been since the first time I laid eyes on you." Phil
absently toyed with the rim of his water glass.

Casey watched his finger rub around
the slippery edge and had a sudden erotic vision of that finger rubbing around
something else.

"The first time?
Seriously?" She shifted in her seat, held captive now by his words and the
passion she could sense behind them. He was definitely getting to her and she
was a bit unsettled by the heat building around the two of them.

"Yes. The very first time I saw
you at work. You were wearing a white blouse, black skirt, those high heeled
black shoes with ankle straps and a pair of gold hoop earrings." Phil
looked a little uncomfortable.

"You remember that? It's been,
what, two years?"

"I know, it sounds insane. Or
dangerous even. But I'm not a stalker and I don't think I'm crazier than anyone
else. I'm sorry…" His voice tapered off and he paused. Then he frowned
slightly.

"Wait…I'm
not
sorry." He moved his hands awkwardly, barely managing to avoid knocking
over the water glass.

Then he continued. "We could
sit here for another hour or two and make small talk. Then I could take you
home and maybe get a kiss goodnight if I'm lucky. Or I can be as honest as I
know how and tell you that I've wanted you since day one." He leaned
closer. "Since that first moment you walked in to the building."

The waitress chose that moment to
deliver the coffees and the promised dessert. It was probably a good thing
because it gave Casey chance to breathe. But when the woman had gone, Phil
picked up where he'd left off.

"There are things I want to do
with you that would make most women blush. I tend to be shy and most often I go
slowly with a woman. But you make me want to take chances, to be bold." He
took in a deep breath. "I love how your perfume blends with the natural
scent of you. I stand behind you in the elevator and can smell the fragrance of
your hair. There isn't any part of you that I haven't imagined. It's as if you
are my painting and I want to brush over you with my fingers and lips. I have
never
wanted a woman so badly in my life as I want you."

He turned his attention to his
coffee and took a small piece of cheesecake, letting his words settle into her
brain. Absently she stirred her own coffee, but couldn't even think about
dessert. The images he'd created were so damned arousing she could have dived
beneath the table and eaten
him
long before she'd get around to food.

She knew her face was flushed, since
her cheeks were burning hot. No man had ever been so bluntly amorous before. Or
as attractively honest with her. She'd had her fair share of typical come-on
lines but Phil was just so… so…
fucking sexy
. He'd turned her on, big
time, and her panties weren't damp anymore, they were soaked. If someone
sneezed right now, she might well explode into an orgasm where she sat. And
that would definitely be better than any damn cheesecake on the menu although
more embarrassing.

Jesus Christ
. This was completely unexpected, unanticipated and
awesomely amazing.

Amazement surrendered to tension and
anticipation on the ride home, mixed with a healthy dash of torture. The mood
had been set. Toni Braxton was working her sensual magic and neither spoke.

Casey's mind whirled, visions of
them together interspersed with a stern reminder to herself that she was in
control of what happened, not Phil. Or at least she should be.

But realistically, she knew the
evening had changed her perception of him. And opened her up to her own
long-repressed needs and desires. Their conversation, so erotically charged,
had led her to one simple conclusion.