“You knew?” I asked, seeking clarity.
“Tia called me just now.” He sounded annoyed. Was he also worried about her behavior?
“I’m bringing her home.”
“You’re not taking her home?” He sounded surprised.
“Do you want me to?”
“No.” He cut the call without a goodbye.
The more I thought about it, the stranger I found his interactions. Maybe I should take him up on his offer. Take his wife home and have my way with her. Appease the ache that began the moment I set eyes on her again. “Fuck.” I started the engine, glancing once more at my sleeping beauty. For just a moment I considered kissing her awake. Shaking my head, I eased the Lambo into the main street.
I wasn’t into the club scene but when Zayne called asking if I wanted to get close to Rika, I jumped at the chance. Following his instruction four days ago, I’d stayed away from the restaurant and was desperate to see her. Despite my excitement, I had no idea what he had in mind until I steered the car toward the city at a break-neck speed. According to him, it was Rika’s first time out at a club and while he could’ve sent a bodyguard to watch over her, he thought if I happened to meet her and sway her into letting me join their outing, he’d tackle two birds. I wasn’t about to say no to the offer.
Only, I’d gone back home the night after our discussion. By the time I made the hour and a half trip into the city, Rika and her friends had already moved to their fourth club, piss drunk by the looks of things. When I arrived, Tia spotted me outside the club. Indicating Rika was in the bathroom, she took me in through a side entrance, a privilege I didn’t question and suggested she wait out front in case Rika came out looking for her. I’d reached the bar area in time to catch Rika being dragged by some lowlife toward the back.
Now, glancing at her, I was glad I’d gotten to her in time. My insides twisted at the ‘what ifs’ and I tried to blank it out, gripping the wheel until my knuckles paled. If I had my way, the fucker would’ve been dead. Not caring about Zayne’s plans, I intended to step up the getting-to-know-her better bit. And I’d make damn sure, she took notice.
Admittedly it was strange having her in the car next to me, almost like driving us back home after an outing the way I’d done so many times when...you’re not going there. I blinked the unexpected haze misting my vision. She was here now. I shifted my attention when she moved and found her staring at me with a strange curiosity, almost studying me.
“Hi.” I smiled. Expecting the usual wariness, her return gesture surprised me. “You okay?” I handed her bottled water from the middle console and eased the car into a parking spot in front of the address Zayne had given me earlier. She accepted it and took a long drink. As the roar of the engine quieted, I watched the slide of her throat while she drank. Just the smallest of actions had me craving her touch. To keep from pulling her into my arms, I climbed out, walked around to her side, held out my hand, and helped her into the classy building. When she stumbled, I dropped a hand to her lower back, guiding her into the elevator.
About to pull my phone out of my pocket, Rika slammed the emergency stop, fisted my t-shirt and pushed me back to the glass wall, catching me off guard. She rubbed herself against me. Without thinking, I dropped my hands to her hips and tightened the gap.Fuck.Her tits, ample and firm scorched my skin as if no material existed between us. This woman had no fucking idea of the hold she had over me.
Our gazes locked, she pushed up onto her toes. “Why won’t you kiss me?” she whispered her lips a breath away from mine. “Do I not turn you on?”
Taking one of her hands, I rubbed it over my hard cock straining against my jeans. “What do you think?” She gasped, trying to pull away. I tightened the grip on her waist, keeping her hand in place. “Are you sure you want me to kiss you?” I squeezed her hand letting her feel the shape of my length.
The telltale slide of her throat the only indication of her reservation. “Yes.”
“And what if I want to fuck you against the wall right now, would you let me?”
She inhaled sharply, maintaining eye-contact. Arousal painted her cheeks a soft pink. It glowed in those dilated grays staring at me as anticipation lingered on her deep exhales. I dropped the hand on her waist to squeeze her ass. She shivered, completely oblivious to how close I was to losing control. My cock jerked against her hand, the ache so intense I struggled to breathe. But this was her seduction. I wanted to see how far she’d take it.
“Is your pussy wet for me, Rika?” I removed her hand from my crotch. Cupping both ass cheeks, I pressed her forward. Her hands fell to my arms, her grip tight as my cock pushed into her stomach. “Would you open that pretty pussy for me, sweetheart? Let my tongue lap up that sweet cream you’re dripping for me?”
She swallowed, her pulse a fervent tick below her chin. “Please...please,” her voice shook.
“Please what, Rika?” Her gaze dropped to my neck. She trembled in my arms. I smiled. “Say the words and I’ll give you what you want.” Despite my need, I kept my voice low, a husky whisper she fed into, her nails digging into my arms as she pushed herself tighter into my body.
“Fuck...” she drifted off. I cocked a brow. Half expecting her to chicken out, I drew in a sharp breath when she gripped the front of my shirt with both hands and ground herself against me. “Fuck me. Now.”
Fuck if that didn’t sound so damn sexy that I was ready to take her right there. Reality clanged. I restrained the demand flowing through me, knowing it was the alcohol responsible for the brash woman standing in front of me begging to be fucked. Tomorrow she might not only hate me but herself as well if I took advantage. Still, I wanted her to look at me with those innocent eyes brimming with wild hunger—a need I desperately wanted to tame.
“A kiss, sweetheart, nothing more.”Yeah, right.My agitated cock cursed my gentility.
Her head tilted, she studied me before her gaze dropped to my lips. I leaned in letting my lips brush against hers. Her lashes drifted downward, concealing her desperation. Slanting my head, I slipped my tongue between her lips, letting out a low moan when her tongue twisted with mine, her softness assaulting my senses. A delicious uncertainty flavored her kiss, taunting me to slow down and stop it before desperation consumed me.
They say the first kiss can steal your soul and I’d kissed this woman a hundred times before she became my wife and a thousand more after, somehow, this was different—sweeter, deeper, electric. Maybe it was the absence of her taste that doubled the potency. Whatever it was, the subtle hesitation unraveled with each flick of my tongue, making me harder than a steel rod. Her soft groan teased my mouth, her tongue matching my rhythm and when I retreated slightly, she clutched my shoulders, nails digging into my skin through the material of my shirt., I pulled back, exerting self-control. Her rapid breathing matching mine and then she opened her eyes.
She took a step back, the clear reservation in place again like she was physically hesitating over what she wanted to say. “You must think I’m a slut.”
I jerked back. “What the fuck?” the words slipped out unchecked, my mouth reacting on instinct before my mind could catch up.
“A married woman asking a man she doesn’t know, to fuck her.” She laughed. I felt like a real prick for allowing her to self-desecrate herself. Nausea crept up my throat. I should’ve had Zayne collect her from the car. I had no business pushing my own agenda in her current state. Mistaking my silence for agreement, she shook her head. “What if I told you—”
A shrill beep filled the cubicle. “Hello. Is everything all right?” a man’s voice asked through the speaker above the number panel.
