I decided to wander down the hall to his bedroom. Maybe his personality was more apparent there. I passed Becca’s closet and resisted the urge to pull the door closed. “I’m sorry,” I said, just in case she was hanging about. “He’s a very attractive man, as you know. You can’t blame a girl for wanting an orgasm.”
Fortunately, there was no answer. The lights didn’t flicker either.
His bedroom was highly predictable. A big queen bed with a modern vibe.
The bed wasn’t made though, which surprised me.
“I’m lazy in the morning,” he said. “I never make the bed.”
I jumped slightly. I hadn’t heard him come up behind me. I turned. “We all have a flaw or two.” His hands were empty. “Was there something wrong with the order?”
He shook his head. “It’s ready in the kitchen.” His eyes went to the bed. “Unless you’d rather stay in here first.”
Nodding, I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. “I think I would.”
“I’m really fucking happy to hear that.”
He came over to me, and this time, the kiss was hard, demanding.
It made me instantly hot.
I raised my arms so I could wrap them around his neck, and he drew me closer, a tight grip on my hips. I felt his hard cock brush against my thigh. Yes. That was what I wanted.
So I wrapped my leg around his and opened my mouth for his tongue.
When I had returned to my apartment and found Felicia in my room staring at my bed, I had regretted ordering the sushi. All I wanted to do was ease her down onto that bed and taste her everywhere.
Given that her leg was wrapped around mine and she was rocking her hips to get our bodies as close as possible, she wanted exactly what I wanted. Both of us naked as soon as possible.
As I kissed her, teasing my tongue between her lips, I shifted my hands around to grip her tight ass. She gave a low moan of approval, which turned me on even more, if that were at all possible.
She was different than anyone I’d ever met. She was both blunt and a mysterious puzzle. I definitely recognized the dry sense of humor she had displayed online but she was also more enigmatic than I’d been expecting.
Of course, maybe that was just because I’d thought I was talking to a redhead with a sweet smile, not this sultry brunette who was meeting me kiss for kiss, demanding and uninhibited.
“God, you feel good,” I murmured when she broke away for a second, sliding her hands down my chest. She had a tight, small ass that fit in both of my hands easily, and firm thighs. I’d never thought of myself as having a type. I found a lot of women attractive for various reasons.
But there was something about Felicia that had me impatient, raw. I wanted to pin her down, yank her legs up, and drive into her with hard, pounding strokes.
Fighting the urge to do that, I drew my thumb across her bottom lip. “You’re beautiful. But then, you already know that. So what I’d like to say instead is that I find you absolutely fascinating, Felicia.”
She had dark eyes that revealed little other than desire. “I’ll allow that,” she said, the corner of her mouth turning up in a seductive smile.
The classic femme fatale in a spy movie. That’s what she reminded me of.
Which meant I was probably about to have amazing sex, and then she’d betray me. I was willing to take the risk.
Reaching behind my head I yanked off my T-shirt. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. I bent down and kissed her again, shifting to taste and tease down the hollow of her elegant neck, and across her clavicle, shifting her sweater aside. She smelled faintly of a spicy perfume that reminded me of a European tea shop.
Her fingers explored, brushing across my chest, over to my biceps, squeezing lightly. Every second of the fucking one million hours I’d spent in the gym were worth that moment of feeling like she approved. She gave a low moan in the back of her throat.
“You’re very hard,” she murmured.
“That I am.” In every sense of the word.
Easing my hands up to her waist, I slipped under her sweater. Her skin was cool, soft, her waist dipping in. I kept shifting my touch further north as I kissed her earlobe, pulling it between my teeth and giving a small nip. Her grip on my biceps tightened, nails digging into my flesh.
I only briefly brushed over her breasts. That wasn’t my goal right now. I just wanted her sweater off. Gathering the fabric, I pulled back so I could shift it up and over her head. She shook her hair back off of her face as I gently tossed the sweater onto a leather chair I had in the corner of the room behind me. She was all creamy pale flesh and dark hair tumbling in waves over her skin.
Tracing a path with my hands over her shoulders, I eased the straps of her bra down. She didn’t have a huge chest, but her tits were high and rounded in her red sheer and lace bra. Of course it would be red. She seemed like a woman who was always wearing sexy panties and bras and this proved it. Today had been a regular workday for her and here she was wearing underwear that made a man want to sin. They looked expensive as well. Felicia had good taste, but I already knew that.
Bending over, I kissed the soft flesh above the cup of her bra. She sighed in clear pleasure. I brushed my lips lower, over her nipple, teasing it into my mouth through the fabric. It was so sheer it was barely a barrier and I sucked on the taut bud, gripping her hips.
When I pulled back briefly to shift to the other nipple, her head was back, her eyes drifting closed.
“I feel that where it counts,” she said, sounding breathy and aroused.
That made me laugh softly. “Good. You should.”
I reached around her slim body and unhooked her bra. I tossed it behind me to join her sweater. Then I walked her back to the bed, scooped her up and deposited her in the middle of my mattress. I needed to see all of her and those tight jeans needed to be peeled off from a prone position instead of standing.
Before I joined her, I did unbutton my jeans but kept them zipped and pulled open my nightstand for a condom.
She was waiting patiently for me, one knee slightly lifted, as she rested on her elbows, topless. It was a pose, whether intentional or just instinctual from her modeling days. At either rate, it was sexy as hell and nearly destroyed my plans to take this slow, fully seduce her. It made me want to yank her pants down and drive my cock inside her.
I climbed onto the bed and put my knees on either side of hers, invading her space.
“You’re overdressed for this party,” I told her as I popped the snap on her jeans and took the zipper down.
“Damn, I just hate it when I incorrectly gauge the dress code,” she said. “So embarrassing.”
Peeling the jeans off was not quite the project I’d expected but wasn’t a three-second job either. It took some effort. “I’m happy to help.”
“Such the gentleman again.”
“I have my moments.”
“I can’t wait to see your transformation into dirty bastard.”
If she had any idea what I wanted to do to her, she would probably run.
Then again, maybe she wouldn’t.
Easing her panties down I shifted lower so I could flip my tongue over her clit and ease inside her pussy.
Fuck me. She was already wet with want and I drew in the tangy scent of her arousal.
“Did you want to beg?” I asked her as I pulled back slightly to meet her gaze. “Wasn’t that your fantasy? To beg me to eat your pussy?”