Chapter Two
“So…Jake, what looks good to you?” Kristin asked as she opened her menu.
“You look pretty damn good.” It was hard not to laugh at her playful use of the evening’s pseudonym. He wanted to hear his real name fall off her lips, particularly later when she was crying out in ecstasy from the orgasms he’d give her. But the more he contemplated, he realized the plan had been smart all along.
The sense of anonymity that accompanied the use of an alias was freeing. It allowed him to fully sink into the role of a man without a history. He could pretend the past few years never existed, if only for a few hours, and that’s exactly what was necessary to pull himself out of the sucking vortex of quicksand his life had a become.
She laughed, the sound full-bodied and vibrant, doing nothing to kill his arousal. “I meant from the menu. Not that you don’t look edible yourself. I like that color blue on you. Her smile was radiant. The smile of a woman who was truly content in the moment.
He’d worn black slacks and a gray tie with his royal blue button up shirt. It took a lot to get him out of his uniform of T-shirts and jeans and into anything resembling formal wear. But he’d do damn near anything for more of those smiles.
Conversation flowed easily after that. Derek ordered a medium rare NY strip steak and a potato with all the fixings while Kristin requested a petite filet with a side of steamed spinach. They laughed, flirted, and drank another glass of wine before polishing off the meal. Once the plates had been cleared, there wasn’t anything holding them back from what they both really wanted from the evening.
Her hot gaze connected with his. She was a small woman, though not a twig, and it was obvious two generous glasses of wine had relaxed her. She didn’t appear drunk, just…happy, with relaxed shoulders, a constant smile, and twinkling eyes.
“Well, that was delicious. Thank you, Jake,” she said as the waiter returned his credit card and receipt.
“My pleasure.” Not yet, but it damn sure would be soon enough. Both of their pleasures, actually. Hers a few more times than his if all went according to plan.
“How’d you get here?” she asked, rimming the lip of her empty wineglass with a fingertip.
He kept his eyes glued to the motion, imagining that one finger trailing across his naked skin in a fiery path. “What? Oh, I drove.” The ability to concentrate was flying out the window. If they didn’t leave soon he just might lunge across the table and ravish her on the restaurant floor.
“Do you have a large car?” Her smile grew impish.
What was she up to? She knew damn well he drove an Escalade. “I do.”
She rose from the table and he got his first view of her entire outfit. The black dress was simple, yet clung to her curves and highlighted everything he liked best about this woman’s body. The deep V-neck showed off a moderate amount of cleavage, just enough to have him imagining how her breasts would quiver when he ran his tongue across the top of the mounds. The hemline stopped shy of midway down her thighs and damn if his hands didn’t twitch with the desire to smooth their way up the silky skin that disappeared under the tight skirt.
With slow, sultry steps, she came around to his side of the table and leaned down until she was level with his ear. “Then maybe we should test out just how roomy the back seat is.”
As she returned to her full height of only five-foot-four plus a few bonus inches due to heels, Derek gave in to the overwhelming temptation and slid his large hand around the back of her knee. His fingers weren’t soft, but despite the calluses, he felt just how velvety her skin was. He coasted his hand up the back of her thigh until it disappeared under her skirt. But he didn’t stop there. Higher and higher he went. Indecently high, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
His thumb brushed the underside of her rounded ass as his fingers encountered a tiny swatch of fabric covering her opening. Her very hot, very wet opening.
“Jesus,” he whispered at the same time she let out a small gasp.
“Please, Jake.” A light shade of pink stole across her face. A mixture of desire and bashfulness due to the public display. A contradiction that drew him to her right off the bat. Intense sensuality combined with a private, almost shy nature.
“What is it you want, Al—um, Kristin?” Shit. He’d stumbled over her fake name. Would she notice? Would it bring reality back to the encounter and end the game?
“I want you to fuck me.” Her voice was low in deference to other customers. He almost laughed out loud. Like it mattered at this point. Sure, their table was in the back corner of the restaurant, but she was standing with his hand buried under her dress, coating his fingers with her arousal. Modesty had died a quick death.
He was so hard, he wasn’t entirely certain he’d be able to get up and walk out of the restaurant without hobbling. A knowing glint shone in her eyes, as though she was well aware of his predicament and found it amusing. “Well?” she asked, teasing in her voice.
Two could play this game. He withdrew his hand from its warm prison between her thighs, brought a finger to his mouth, and licked the tip. Her eyes flared, and her breath hitched. “Damnit, D—Jake. No more playing. Please take me out of here. I need your hands on me, all over me.”
That was about all of the teasing Derek could handle as well. He stood, shoving his chair back so hard it teetered on its hind legs, and grabbed Kristin’s hand. Halfway to the exit, his brain cleared enough to realize he was all but dragging her through the restaurant. “Sorry,” he mumbled as he slowed and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
“It’s fine. I’m in just as much of a hurry as you are,” she said from behind him.
The maître d’ held the door for them and shot Kristin a wink as they left the restaurant. If Derek wasn’t in such a frenzy to get her naked, he’d have stopped and let the man know just how much he appreciated another man flirting with her.
She barely seemed to notice though, keeping pace with him as they hurried into the parking garage one block down from the restaurant. The dark garage was quiet except for the rapid click-clack of her heels on the concrete. He kept his hand low on the bare skin of her back as he guided her toward the vehicle. That damn dress dipped in the back, exposing creamy skin, and he honestly couldn’t say whether he preferred the view from the front or the back. There was something about the smooth curves of a woman’s naked back that was sexy as fuck.
When they reached his black Escalade, he held the door open and she climbed into the back seat, giving him an up close and personal view of her stellar ass as she crawled across the seat. Thank God, the windows were tinted. He wasn’t sure he could have driven them anywhere in his state. As long as she didn’t scream the place down, none of the unsuspecting individuals searching for their cars would have a clue what was going on inside the vehicle.
As he slid into the back seat after the woman who was about to rock his world, his hands shook. Shit. He was nervous as hell. Not once in his life had he been nervous to be with a woman. Not even when he’d lost his virginity at fifteen to his homecoming date in her parents’ basement.
But now? Now he was trembling worse than a virgin bride on her wedding night.
Get it together, asshole.
Somehow, he managed to flick the dome light on without betraying how unsteady he was.
The moment he glanced at the woman waiting for him to make a move, all his doubts were replaced by intense desire. She’d kicked off the heels and rested with her back propped against the rear passenger door, both legs bent at the knee and braced on the leather seat giving him a view straight up her dress. The darkened swatch of fabric covering her pussy called to him like a siren’s song.
Forgetting all thoughts of guilt, neglect, or regrets, he closed the distance between them and knelt between her thighs.
“Give me your mouth.”
She obeyed his order without hesitation. No games and no more teasing. Just upturned lips and the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her anticipation grew. He captured her lips in a kiss full of two years of pent-up hunger.
The flavor of wine lingered on her tongue, adding to her natural sweetness. He took command of the kiss, sliding a hand around the back of her neck and holding her just where he wanted her. She gave as good as she got, nipping at his lips and moaning into his mouth as she arched into him.
He groaned as she rubbed against him, her hot core burning into his leg. As he continued to kiss her like he’d die without it, he nudged his thick thigh tighter into the notch between her legs. She whimpered and ground herself against him.
After a few moments of making out and dry humping like teenagers, she began trembling and Derek smiled against her mouth. It wouldn’t be long before she lost control. He deepened the kiss, in full command of her body at that moment. Just how he liked it. He never put any labels on himself or the way he liked to fuck, but one thing was for sure, he craved being in control at all times.
Her shivers increased, and he eased his thigh back. She would come multiple times tonight, but the first would be around his cock. Squeezing him and holding him in her body while she lost herself.
“No, J-Jake, more.” She moaned and lifted herself against him, but he’d moved too far out of her reach.
With a chuckle, he ended the kiss and stared down at her. She panted beneath him, her eyes glazed and shining with lust. At the tips of her heaving breasts, her nipples beaded against the fabric of the snug dress.
“Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His language tended to deteriorate when his brain was flooded with high levels of testosterone. Not that it was very proper to begin with.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Guilt and regret scratched at the back of his neck, trying to worm their way into the car and between them. Try as he might, the feelings were too strong to ignore. How could he have— He shook his head. He’d been so stupid, taken so many things for granted.
“Hey.” She cupped his cheek in her small hand. “I sure hope you aren’t done with me yet. Because I got to tell you, I’ve played out this date in my head a hundred times over the past few days and none of those times did it end with a quick make-out session in the back of your car.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked. “How did it end?” Some of the invading gloom dissipated.
“Usually with you telling me what a sex goddess I am and how you’ve never come so hard in your life.” She winked.
This time his laugh was loud and genuine. She was exactly what he’d needed. The only thing he’d ever needed. He shoved away the last of the negative thoughts. They had no place between them. Not in that moment.
For him, the time was fast approaching. Time to let the thoughts in and deal with them even though he wanted to continue running from them. But where had running gotten him? It brought nothing but loneliness and lack of physical affection. Damn, he was a fool.
“What about me? Will you tell me I’m a sex god?”
A saucy grin lit her face. “Guess that remains to be seen.”