“Hmm. We can debate that later if you’d like. For now, though, you want to do this and so do I. I see it in your eyes. You want to be bad and I dare you to deny it. We can arrange to have your car brought out to my place. After that, you can leave if you want to.” He tapped the tip of her nose and dropped his voice to a near whisper. “But you’re not going to want to. Besides, I don’t bite hard, unless you beg me.” Her eyes widened at his statement. He’d love to bite her soft, smooth skin. He’d love to mark her in ways that would scare her, then turn her on.
He grinned and straightened away from the back of the car. Walking around to open the passenger door for her, he waited, but not for long. She rushed toward him and slid down into the car. “That’s my girl,” he purred. She shivered and gave up a small moan. The smile didn’t leave his face as he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. He sank into the leather seat that hugged him with familiarity.
Vinter reached out and turned her head toward him with his fingers on the side of her face. His lips took hers in a hot, open-mouthed kiss and she melted around his tongue. With his free hand, he unbuttoned the first button on her shirt and he waited a brief moment for her to say something. Anything. When she didn’t, he released the next four buttons.
The curves of her breasts and the slight indent of her waist were visible. The black satin bra was bold against her light skin. She was beautiful. “Stay like that. Please. Looking at you like this … That man was a damn fool. He didn’t deserve you. Me, though? My cock? We deserve you. Every inch of you, inside and out.”
He lowered his head. “Turn this way a little." She shifted until she faced him. Less than a second passed and he hand his face pressed into her chest. He snaked his tongue into her bra, tasting her skin and nipping at the lace edges.
She was so fucking sexy it took his breath away. Forget fool, the man who dumped her was definitely a dumbass. An utter, fucking dumbass. He knew why any man would want her, even a married one, but to deceive her like that …
She arched and the creamy mounds surrounded his cheeks, nose and mouth. Her hand held him against her and little mewling sounds reached his ears as they fell from her lips. He hoped she didn’t have plans for the next couple of days because he did — for both of them.
It took effort, but he lifted and pulled the seat belt across her body, careful not to disturb the luscious view. Once he clicked his own in place, he started the car and backed up. Throwing it into first gear, he peeled out of the parking lot.
The gentle roar of the engine, the dark night, and the smell of sex rocketed his lust up a few notches. The gear shift in his palm felt good and he wondered what it would look like pressed up inside the woman next to him. His lips tilted in a smirk at the naughty image and he pushed the clutch in, shifting into the next gear.
He glanced over as he turned down a small two-lane country road. “You’re quiet. What are you thinking?” He wasn’t sure why he wanted small talk. It wasn’t his thing, but he wanted to know about her. And to be honest, he wanted to be sure she wasn't thinking of the other guy. Vinter wanted her focused on him, on her orgasm, on the needs of her body. He wanted her thoughts on his hands, on his fingers, his mouth. He wanted her anticipating his kiss covering every available spot from her lips to her hotter-than-hell cunt.
She stared at him. Her eyes traveled across his body and he couldn’t deny how much he liked it, craved it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman this much. Why the fuck would someone as decadent as she prefer a buttoned-up man who likely gave her bland, vanilla sex? He’d bet the asshole was a banker or businessman of some sort. Not the kind of man she needed.
Shit.
She needed one who’d give her all his time, all his attention, all his dick. She didn’t need a man she had to share with another woman. She didn’t need a man who would lie to her. She needed a man who would lay with her and share their bed with no one but her.
“I’ve never done this kind of thing. Get into a stranger’s car after attacking him outside a bar. Going home with him to have sex." She toyed with the clasp of her watch, flipping it open, then snapping it closed. "I guess I’m a little nervous. I thought I was ready to settle down, get serious. I didn’t think I’d be jumping into rebound sex because my ego needed a boost.”
Vinter laughed. “Nothing wrong with boosting your ego with a little over-the-top, out-of-this-world sex. Nothing wrong with rebound fun or what we’re doing.” Which was so much more than rebound fun in his mind. “Trust me, I don’t mind helping you get over him if I can make you feel great in the meantime.”
She grinned in return. It was the first full smile she’d given him and he loved it. It was beautiful, free, open. And if he didn’t keep his eyes on the road, they’d have to put off sex for a while as they figured out how to get out of the ditch.
“You’re not my normal type either," she continued. “Is that sad? I mean, you know, that I have a type? Or think I do. I want the house and the picket fence. I want the relationship and the love ever after.”
“What’s wrong with that? What's wrong with wanting love? You should have what you want. You only have to be willing to adjust what you think might get that for you. Be open to whatever the possibility may be.”
“I guess. You'll be damn dangerous to my libido, you know. Among other things.” She shrugged. “This isn’t like me, at least not the me I’ve become. I’ve grown up. It’s not as simple anymore. Sex, that is. Not with a man like you.”
“What does that mean? What is a ‘man like me’?”
“Dark. Dirty. Hard. Unconventional.”
Well, holy shit. He hadn’t expected that from her. It was blatant and honest. He reached over and snagged one of her hands in his, bringing it back to his lap and resting it on his crotch. He lifted his hips up and hissed through his teeth when she cupped him. “The danger goes both ways, but it’ll all be okay. I promise. And I won’t let you get attached until you’re ready.”
“Until I’m ready, huh?” She gave a playful squeeze, but if she’d kept doing it, kept up the pressure, he’d come again. He wanted her to unbutton and unzip him, lower her head to his lap, and suck him until they got to his house. “Your jeans are wet,” she said in the dark confines of the car.
He smirked. “No shit. It’s all your fault, too.”
“Mine?”
"Mmm. But I bet your panties are as wet as my jeans.”
“You can check them later if you want.”
“Fuck.” He bit the word out before he could stop it. Not that it mattered. The woman unraveled his famous control and he hadn’t even been inside her yet.
Detailed images flooded his mind of her panties drenched with her cum. Damn.
Neither said anything else for the rest of the drive to his small house. He lived on the outskirts of a town halfway between Atlanta and the Tennessee state line.
The house wasn’t much to look at on the outside, but he’d remodeled the inside over the last year. There hadn’t been a woman over since he finished. He was going to christen the place with this particular woman’s body.
He pulled into the drive, parked, and turned off the ignition. Her hand rested limp and soft between his legs, and when he looked over, he found her asleep. His walking, talking wet dream had fallen asleep in the car. Though his dick hadn’t softened any, something inside him did at the sight of her. Was she comfortable with him or was she so exhausted that the drive relaxed her enough to let her rest? Could be it was the alcohol, or it was the orgasm. Could be it was a combination of it all. None of the reasons mattered. He’d take care of her.
He unlatched her seat belt before he got. Opening her door, he took the purse from her lap and set it on the roof car before leaning in to wake her.
With gentle hands, he turned her face to him and kissed her eyelids. She moaned and nuzzled her cheek in his hand. She was so sweet to look at. He hated that her heart suffered because of someone, but he would get her through it to the other side. He knew what tonight was about and he was okay with that, even if he gave her grief about it earlier. There might even be more than tonight, but they’d take it one step at a time. He was nothing if not patient when he wanted something and he damn sure wanted her. He knelt on the ground and leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips. “Wake up, baby. We’re here. Let’s get you inside.”
After a few seconds of him rubbing his thumb over her cheek, her eyes fluttered open. “I fell asleep.”
Her voice was all soft, sexy sleepiness. He smiled. “You did.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. C’mon, I’ll help you out of the car.” He took her hand in his and let her take her time easing herself up and out of the deep bucket seat. He grabbed her purse, closed the door, and walked her up to the front of the house, holding her close against his side. He locked the car from the fob in his hand, then inserted the house key and unlocked the door, ushering her inside.
“Kick off your shoes,” he murmured once they were inside.
Leaning against the door, she did as he told her. He hadn’t noticed her pretty pink toenails before, but they winked at him when she toed off her sandals. Was there anything at all about this woman that didn’t make him want to throw her down and rut like an animal? Because so far, everything she did made him want to stuff himself inside her, feel her close around him, and fuck.
With her head reclining back and her dreamy, half-closed eyes gazing at him, he stripped her of her shirt and bra. She never protested, only moved her body to accommodate him, making it easier for him to undress her. His breath caught when he had her naked from the waist up.
Her breasts were full and would overflow his hands. He clenched his fingers to keep from reaching out. They itched to tug on her nipples, make her gasp as he twisted them, rolled them and bit them. But he didn’t do any of that. He only trailed the tips over the pale, plump mounds.
“Do you want to sleep naked, in panties or in one of my shirts?” he asked, popping the snap on her pants. He moved slow, careful not to spook her, then slid the zipper down. She helped get them over her hips and legs until they pooled at her ankles. He helped her step out of them.
Something about her got to him, compelled him, pulled him toward her.
She hadn't come into the bar dressed to pick up a guy. She looked more liked she headed to have a casual dinner with some friends. Her pants had hugged the curve of her hips and the dip of her waist, molding around her ass, though they weren’t tight.
Everything about her when she’d looked at him in the bar screamed “fuck me”.
He stepped back and stared at her, his mind once again filled with fantasies of what he wanted to do with her. She was lush and gorgeous standing in matching black bra that covered her skin, and black panties that covered her lower belly and her hips. Her curves should be on display and marked by a lover. He’d be lucky if he didn’t come in his jeans again looking at her.
“Panties and a shirt.”
“No, you get to choose only one.” Taking her by the hand again, he led her through the dark to the bedroom. He settled her on the side of the bed and turned on a lamp. Damn. The blankets and sheets were strewn in all directions. There was one pillow on the floor and two more piled against the headboard. He looked down at her, an apology on his tongue at the mess, but the exhaustion in her face as erased it. “What’s it going to be?”
“Both please,” she whispered, a blush stealing through her cheeks and shoulders.
God … How could he deny her? “Okay. I’ll let you have both tonight. Tomorrow night though, only one. Understand?”
She nodded through a yawn and he walked to his dresser. In the second drawer, he found an older, super soft shirt. She’d closed her eyes sitting up. “Be a good girl and lift your arms.” He slipped the shirt over her hands and head, letting it fall around her body. It came to rest around her hips. He’d never seen anything quite as sweet and sexy as her half asleep in his shirt, on his bed. “Come on and get in.”
He didn’t have to say it twice. She curled up on her side and he pulled the covers over her. Vinter knelt to be at eye level with her and brushed her hair back over her ear.
“I’m sorry I’m not much fun tonight. Drinking makes me sleepy. And the orgasm made me feel good and relaxed. You’re very nice to let me sleep here.”
“Don’t apologize. I’ll let you make it up to me in the morning.”
“Be glad to.” Her eyes closed once more as he leaned in to kiss her. She was fast asleep before he lifted away and it was a long time before he stood.
He could have offered to take her home and picked her up the next morning to go get her car from the bar parking lot. He could have put her in the second bedroom. He could have kept her awake with mind-blowing sex. But none of that appealed at the moment. Well, except for the mind-blowing sex part. Ever since he realized she was asleep in the car, the need to comfort her and care for her came back again. He’d pushed it to the back burner outside the bar in the face of the raw sexual chemistry that burned between them. It was back now, though, and something inside him wouldn’t let her wake up alone.
On his way back to the entryway, he sent a text to Dallon about her car. Of course, Vinter didn't have her keys and he didn't want to rummage through her purse. In the end, he told Dallon not to worry about it. Vinter would take her back to her car whenever she wanted. All she had to do was tell him.
He grabbed up her clothes and purse, and took them back into the bedroom. She was snoring. Soft, almost a whistle.
Vinter stripped off his sticky jeans and shirt, then slipped into the bathroom. He emerged a few minutes later after brushing his teeth, taking a piss, and washing the dried cum off his cock.
When he crawled into bed, she snuggled close, fitting herself into the planes and angles of his body. He welcomed the connection, the intimacy. Something about her soothed something inside him and he wasn’t sure how to interpret it. He wasn’t about to second-guess it though, either.
“Mmmm, you’re warm. I like it,” she mumbled.
“Good.” He kissed the top of her head. He liked it, too.
“You’re the hottest man I know. Way out of my league.”
She yawned during the last of her words and burrowed deeper into the bed, into him. Out of her league? What the hell did that mean? He wasn’t out of any woman’s league and he’d never considered himself anything special. He was a man who liked what he liked whether it was a new tat, a new piercing, or hot, call-the-fire-department sex.
He buried his face in her hair and inhaled. She smelled like paradise. He hadn’t spent the night with a woman he had yet to fuck in more years than he could count. Moreover, sleep was rarely ever involved.
Sliding a hand under the bottom of her shirt, he cupped one of her full tits with the nipple pebbled against his palm. He closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep. Otherwise, he’d be pulling her panties to the side and fucking her until they both passed out from exhaustion.