Boston Avant-Garde: Impetuous (3 page)

Climbing into the middle of his bed, she lounged back on her elbows. “If you don’t get your ass over here, I’m going to start without you.”

Unable to take any more, he slipped the leash on his control. Closing the distance to the bed in three strides, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside, leaving his jeans on for the moment.

He braced his weight on his forearms to keep from crushing her. With his body covering hers, he took her mouth in a satisfying kiss. She made hungry noises in the back of her throat, scraping her nails lightly over his shoulder blades. He slid his tongue into her mouth, marking her as he explored her depths and savored her wild taste.

She undulated against him. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, his twin silver barbells like cool points of contact between them. Light as a butterfly, her fingertips found his piercings. Lifting himself away, he watched to see what she’d do.

“These are the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” She looked up into his face before moving to press her lips against his right nipple.

He locked his arms to keep from collapsing on top of her as she curled her tongue around the round metal ball. Taking it into her mouth, she tugged, suckling gently. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat until he was light-headed.

Her hands were everywhere, skating up and down his abdomen, teasing his sides, and dancing around his waistband. She brushed the head of his cock with her fingertips, leaving wet trails of precum on his belly. His skin tingled at the contact, but it wasn’t enough. When she finally unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, Nicolai groaned with relief.

She touched his face, meeting and holding his gaze. “Take them off. I need you naked and inside me.”

He did as she asked, kicking off his work boots and pushing his jeans and boxers over his hips. When he was naked, he shifted, stretching out beside her and propping his head on one hand.

“What are you waiting for? This is the part where you fuck me.” The apprehension on her face was at odds with her demanding words.

So rushed, so ready for it to be over. Why? “Silly girl, we’re nowhere near that part.” He rested a hand low on her belly, moving lower when she made a protesting noise in her throat.

He tilted his hips, using one of his legs to pin her down as he lowered his mouth to her breast. Her skin tasted sweet. He swirled his tongue around her nipple until the damp bud was firm against his lips. He loved the way it hardened in his mouth. Nipping, he let it go and moved to the other one. Beneath him, her body heaved with each breath. She’d closed her eyes, parting her lips and arching her back to beg for more.

Leaving her breasts, he pressed a line of kisses down her belly. The sensitive skin of her bare pussy was smooth and soft. He brushed his lips over her mound, and she immediately shifted her legs to give him better access. The scent of her arousal was an aphrodisiac that sent a straight shot of lust to his cock. He knew she was hot and wet without looking.

Using the fingers of one hand, he gently spread her full lips until he could see her tight opening. She whimpered, her hips thrusting involuntarily. Her core was wet with her juices. Spreading her wider, he traced her contours with one fingertip. Her clitoris was swollen, and he knew her arousal had already reached the point of climax.

Nicolai fought back his own need until it thrummed along in the background like a beast in a carefully constructed cage. He kept himself tightly leashed at all times. Even in the bedroom he maintained a rigid policy of self-control, but he’d never come across a woman so utterly responsive. He wanted to savor her reactions, spread her wide, and take her like an animal until they were both sated. The desire was strong, but the need for her pleasure above his overrode all else.

Her opening flexed, her petals quivering with desire. Locking down his hunger, Nicolai slid down between her legs and lowered his head to taste her pussy. She was sweet and fresh, a perfect combination that melted on his tongue. He lapped at her entrance, finally taking her clit between his lips and suckling. Her hips jerked as she climaxed hard. Pushing her higher, he worked the swollen nub with his tongue until she was panting and thrashing beneath him. He slid his arms beneath her knees and lifted until her hips were off the bed and he was holding her pussy against his face, burying himself in her sweetness.

She came again, her hands twisting in his sheets as she cried out. Nicolai lowered her body back to the bed, remaining on his knees with his swollen cock bobbing in front of him. She looked dazed, but it lasted only a moment before she propped herself up on her elbows and met his gaze.

“Will you fuck me now, Nicolai?”

Oh hell.

Her hair had come undone. It framed her face in tangled waves that brushed her shoulders. Her green eyes were hazy with passion. Instinct told him he’d never deny her anything while she looked at him like that.

She produced a gold foil packet. Her full lips quirked up at the corners, and she put the condom package between her teeth to rip it open. Once the rolled disk was in her hand, she nibbled her lower lip and looked up at him. If she hadn’t looked so honestly baffled, he’d have thought she was torturing him on purpose.

“How do I do this, exactly?”

She was going to kill him with his own arousal. “Hold my cock and fit that over the head. Just remember to pinch the end when you roll it down.”

“Okay, the reservoir tip thingy. Got it.”

She grabbed his shaft in her soft hands, and he hissed in response. He was so hyperaware of her touch he was in danger of explosion.

“God, you’re huge.” She rolled the lubricated condom onto his cock. “Are you sure this will work?”

Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her closer until her breasts were pressed against his chest. The kneeling position forced her to straddle his hips. So close and yet so far from his ultimate goal. His cock brushed her mound, and he reached down to fit his head against her pussy.

From this angle, he had an up close view of her face when he breached her opening. Her expression was almost apprehensive. Using his hands, he guided her hips until he could slide all the way inside her body. Her lips parted, and she let out a surprised gasp of pleasure when he penetrated deeply.

It was heaven. He let out a measured breath and remained still to give them both a second to adjust. When she started to squirm, he began rocking against her. She cried out, flinging her head back and scoring his skin with her nails.

She was hot and tight. His thrusts were deep and long. Tilting her hips, she met him halfway. Her channel embraced him in liquid fire with each stroke. He cupped her sweet ass in his hands and increased his pace until they were straining together, their mingled cries echoing throughout the room.

He could feel her orgasm building around his cock. His balls grew tight, his seed fighting for release as he forced himself to hold back. He wanted more, a little more, more of her—her sweet scent surrounding him, her fire scorching his body as she took all he had to give.

Nicolai came like a freight train, cum shooting from his cock as her pussy clamped down and she climaxed around him. He shouted as he came, wishing for the first time in his life that there was no flimsy barrier between him and his lover. He wanted to fill her body with his cum, to mark her forever as his.

That is unacceptable.

He slid his cock from her pussy before lowering her gently to the bed. Without another word, he retreated to his cramped bathroom. He didn’t glance back to see what she looked like, well loved and spent. It was quiet in the dim, white-tiled room. He carefully removed the condom and flushed it down the toilet before washing his hands. Bracing his hands on the edge of the pedestal sink, he took a deep breath to regain his composure. He caught sight of his reflection in the oval mirror and grimaced. He looked like a teenager who’d just gotten lucky for the first time. What the hell was he doing?

He’d had every intention of stopping things before they went this far. Of course, he’d expected her to hit the brakes first. Nothing could have prepared him for the uninhibited wild girl who’d just rocked his world.

Splashing water over his face and neck, Nicolai reached a decision. One that would hopefully stop this whole thing before it really got rolling. Girls like her did not belong with men like him. She was lost, that much was clear, but he wasn’t the one she needed to help her find herself. She came with strings, whether she realized it or not. Strings weren’t something he could handle in his life. It would be better for both of them to cut ties before it went any further. He pushed open the bathroom door and walked back toward the bed.

She hadn’t bothered to get dressed. She hadn’t even left his bed. She lay on her stomach, ankles crossed, and graceful legs waving in the air. She propped her chin on her elbows when he approached. Her unsettling gaze followed him as he pulled on his jeans and T-shirt.

“Nicolai, what are you doing?”

“Going back to work. It’s been more than the few minutes I promised Flynn.”

She rolled onto her back, stretching her arms out to the sides. Her full breasts jiggled enticingly, and he fought the urge to walk over, bend down, and pull one of her nipples into his mouth.

“Guess I’ll wait here until you close the bar. I could use a nap.”

The idea of her asleep in his bed was almost more than he could handle. It would be a slice of heaven to come upstairs, strip out of his clothes, and slide in next to her silky-soft skin.

No.

He sucked in a deep breath to steady himself. “I’ll call you a cab. Wait ten minutes and go downstairs. The back door is on the right. The car will be in the lot right outside. He’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

She sat up, a frown marring her features. “So we’re done? That’s it?”

He willed his voice to be cold and hard. “Isn’t that the nature of a one-night stand, little girl?”

“I suppose it is.”

Swallowing hard, he shoved his feet into his work boots and left. The sight of her disappointment was going to be with him much longer than he’d ever admit.

Desiree rolled over in her king-size four-poster and blinked against the bright sunlight. She stretched, feeling deliciously sore between her legs. Sex had never been that satisfying. Never. Of course, she didn’t have all that much fodder for comparison. Until Nicolai, her dates had been mother-approved. Half of them never even made it to second base. Desiree was the girl they wanted to marry, for her name and her impeccable bloodlines. She wasn’t the one they wanted to get down and dirty with. They took her out to society events when they needed an elbow trophy. It never seemed to occur to any of them that she might enjoy something on the less inhibited side. That or they just really didn’t care.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up. It was tempting to lie around and daydream about the sexy bartender from Back Bay. Even being thrown out of his bed couldn’t stifle the tingle of desire she felt at the thought of his big body and magic hands. She was a big girl; she could handle a one-night stand. Unfortunately there was no time to think about it now. The entire household was on wedding countdown.

Right on cue, her bedroom door swung wide open, smacking the wall. “Are you still in bed? What the hell, Desiree? I’ve got a fitting in half an hour, and you know I can’t stand dealing with that woman!”

Selena was most likely referring to Johnell the seamstress or Isabel the wedding planner, although she could’ve meant the caterer, the cake designer, or the florist. Basically she couldn’t stand dealing with anyone who had the balls to tell her no. “Did it even occur to you to knock?” Sometimes Desiree missed the days when Selena was nothing but an annoying little sister she could lock in a closet and forget about.

“Why? It isn’t like there’s someone in here with you.”

For once, the jab didn’t hurt like it normally did. Ten minutes with Nicolai was probably better than the wedding night Selena was about to marry into. Ignoring her sister, Desiree strolled into her walk-in closet to get dressed.

“Where were you last night, anyway?” Selena’s voice drifted through the door. “I thought you were supposed to meet us for drinks. Jackson’s cousin was there.”

“Isn’t Jackson’s cousin still married?”

“The ink is dry on divorce number three.”

Since Selena couldn’t see her, Desiree flipped her sister the middle finger. Sometimes clandestine rebellion was all you got. “So you’re auditioning me to be ex-wife number four?”

“Better than thirty-six and never asked.”

Desiree dressed in her usual designer skirt, fitted top, and stockings. Satisfied with her outfit, she snagged her favorite pair of black kitten heels and headed toward her bathroom.

“Seriously, Desiree.” Selena appeared with her arms crossed and a look of faux concern on her pretty face. “You could do a lot worse than Harmon at your age. At least he’s rich.”

Desiree washed her face and began the laborious process of becoming presentable enough to pass muster for her mother. “Money is hardly a concern when we have Aasen trust funds at our disposal. Are you telling me you’d drop Jackson if he didn’t come complete with his father’s investment firm?”

“That’s a moot point. I wouldn’t have dated him to begin with.”

Desiree applied eyeliner and reached for her favorite pink blush lipstick. “So nice to know you really love the guy.”

“Love is so overrated.”

“What about passion? Is that overrated too? How about sex? How’s the sex with Jackson, Selena? Are you ready to settle down with him as the last sex partner you’ll ever have?”

Selena’s perfect features arranged themselves into a delicate sneer. “Oh my God, what is wrong with you? This is the age of vibrators. Men are barely necessary these days. Sex, really?”

Desiree tossed her lipstick back onto the counter and met her sister’s gaze in the mirror. “Yeah, sex. You know, that’s what happens when the man sticks his penis in the woman’s vagina. Which, by the way, can be rather fantastic when done correctly.”