Captivate her: Laws of Seduction Book 1 (4 page)

I do in fact live close to Penn Station. If it were daytime, I would even consider walking home. James hails a cab and motions me towards it. The question of sharing a cab is now a given. He opens the door for me, and I slide in.  James gets in behind me. New York One News runs on a continuous loop on the video screens on the seats in front of us as the city streets speed by. There isn’t much traffic on the Midtown streets at this time of night. I look over at James, and he is looking at me. He moves his hand slowly to my face and brushes my hair back before running his thumb over my cheek. “You have such beautiful skin.” I am not usually shy, but his words and touch disconcert me. Feeling myself blush, I hope that he doesn’t notice it in the near darkness. I look away to disguise my discomfort. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that before?” he pulls my face back towards him with his hand as he dips his head down to peer into my eyes. Sure, I had been told I was pretty before, by my mother for example, but never by anyone with his sexual magnetism. It radiates off of him in waves. His intensity makes it difficult for me to appear unaffected. Trying to steady my breathing, I shake my head no. 

“Well, they should have. I am going to kiss you now.” I inhale sharply as his lips brush my cheek, and he trails little kisses along my cheek to the corner of my mouth. His lips feel soft and warm and tingles shoot through my body. Our mouths open, and his tongue feels along the inside of my lips. Another, stronger wave of heat rushes through me. I know that if he asked, I would be willing to do anything with him in this moment. I have never been so turned on by a kiss.

James breaks away, and I am left gasping. “Come home with me.” His voice is remarkably steady considering we are both breathing hard. 

Although I am incredibly turned on, I also am not in the habit of going home with men I have just met. “This is moving a little fast for me,” pops out of my mouth seemingly of its own volition. At the same time my body is screaming “Yes, yes, yes.”

The cab driver pulls up in front of my building on 51st Street, and James tells him to give us a moment. “I know you are home, and you could just get out here, but I want you to come to my place with me. There’s no pressure. We don’t have to do anything that you are not comfortable with. I just don’t want this night to be over yet.” 

My eyes meet James’s steady gaze, and I can see the smoldering desire banked there. Maybe it is stupid to put so much trust into someone you have just met, but I give his invitation serious consideration. When is the last time I have taken a risk? My gut tells me that I will be safe with him, and besides, people have one-night stands all the time, right?

I make my decision. “I have to be home tomorrow for brunch.”

James gives me another one of his panty-melting smiles and presses a short, hard kiss to my lips before giving the cab driver his address.

CHAPTER 4

We fly down the West Side along the Hudson River, stopping at a high rise facing the river. The building looks modern and new. There is, of course, a doorman and, if I am not mistaken, a concierge as well. I barely glimpse the lobby as James pulls my suitcase towards the elevators. He lives on the top floor, and the elevator opens up directly into his living space. He must not have any neighbors. I turn and see a wall of windows overlooking the Hudson River. I walk over the dark hardwood floor to admire the view. 

James walks up behind me. “The glass is soundproof, so there is no noise from the traffic.” I glance down and see cars traveling up and down the West Side Highway. He is right; it is completely silent, which is unusual for Manhattan. 

The next thing I notice about his apartment is its open layout and size. He must be doing quite well to be able to afford this kind of space in Manhattan. The décor is modern and white except for accents of dark brown. On sunny days the room must be blindingly bright with the windows and white décor. The watercolor hanging over his dining room table gives the room its only splash of color. “Did you pick the artwork?” I ask as I head over to it to get a closer look. 

“No, but I am told that it makes the room work.” James
 
comes up behind me and startles me by placing his hands on my waist. I cover my surprise by turning around. His nearness combined with the burning intensity in his eyes make me gasp. Before I can recover my breath, James’s mouth envelopes mine in a kiss that I can feel down to my toes. He walks me backwards until my back is up against the wall next to the painting. His hand feels like a hot brand when it touches the skin under my shirt. He makes slow circles with his thumb, just brushing the undersides of my breasts. Warmth floods through me. I want to scream for him to touch my aching breasts. Finally, he traces his fingertips over my hardened nipple. I whimper when he moves his hand to my other breast and squeezes my nipple hard. James pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. “Let me know if I am moving too fast. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you.”

His husky, desire-filled voice sends exquisite shivers through me. I have experienced desire in the past but nothing like this. This is beyond my experience. I never thought I would be comfortable moving so fast. Although not life threatening, the experience on the train had been intense. Perhaps that was what is heightening my awareness. It feels as if lightning bolts are shooting through my system. My brain is telling me to slow down and think this through rationally, but my body is telling me something entirely different. My body wants to rip off his clothes. I decide that for once I will not overthink the situation and let my body have what it wants. “Lainey,” I hear James say, “Am I moving too fast?” 

In response, I tilt my head back and whisper, “More.” James groans and begins softly licking and kissing my neck. He slides one of his hands down my leg and pulls it up so that I can feel his hardness pressing against me. He starts rocking back and forth, and I tilt my hips up in an automatic response. Desire tears through me making my stomach clench, and I wonder if I will come from this alone. I desperately want to see and feel his bare skin and reach up to the buttons on his shirt. He had taken off his tie earlier so I only need to undo the buttons on his dress shirt and push it back off his shoulders. He groans as I slide my fingers across his warm, hard chest and trail my fingers down to his belt.

“Come with me,” he says. Pushing my hands away, he grabs my hand and tugs me down a hallway to a bedroom. The bedroom is decorated in shades of brown and is very masculine. I barely have time to take it in as James sits down at the foot of the large bed situated in the center of the room. He lets go of my hand. “Take off your sweater.” Did he want a strip tease? I had never done anything like that before, but I want him to touch me again, so I reach down and pull my cardigan over my head. “Now your shirt.” Taking a deep breath, I pull off my cami. I look down and see the bulge in his dress pants, and this emboldens me further, knowing that I am the cause of his arousal. “Your jeans.”  I slowly unbutton my jeans and run my hands around the waistband a few times before pushing them down my legs. I step out of them as gracefully as possible and straighten up to look at him. I hear him exhale like he had been holding his breath and watch as his eyes scorch a trail of dark sensual promise down my body. His gaze lingers on my white lace bra and panties. I am relieved that I had put on my dressier lingerie with my suit this morning. Although by the look in James’s eyes, I will not be wearing them for long. 

“You are so beautiful,” he rasps. “Turn around.” The implacable tone of his voice makes it impossible for me to do anything but obey. My skin prickles as I feel him looking at me. I stand that way for what feels like forever, but it is probably just a minute or two. Then I feel his hands at my shoulders pushing the straps of my bra down my arms. He moves his fingers along my back and releases the clasp, and my bra falls to my feet. Smoothing his hands down my back to my waist, James hooks his thumbs into my panties and pulls them down, helping me step out of them. I still have my back to him and close my eyes, shutting out the vulnerability of my position.

James’s hand touches my waist and strokes my skin, sending ripples of pleasure through me. “Come here,” he says, gently pulling me backwards to sit on his knee. “Are you wet for me?”

I am sure the question is rhetorical, because surely he can feel the dampness through his dress pants. He uses his index finger to trace my lower lip, trailing his finger down my cheek and over my chest, and I wonder if he can feel the rapid beat of my heart. My breath catches as he moves his finger slowly over the tip of my breast, and I feel my nipple pucker into a hard pebble. His touch is so light it is barely there. My stomach muscles clench as he moves down my abdomen, and then down further until he reaches the juncture between my legs. Leaning me back he runs his finger along my labia. “You didn’t answer me, Lainey. Are you wet for me?”

I am so aroused I am not sure that I can speak, but I am able to gasp out, “Yes… wet for you.” This is a gross understatement. I am drenched. “Open for me.” James orders and I let my thighs fall open. James eases his finger into my pussy. He moans, “So wet… so tight.” Easing a second finger into me, he presses his thumb down on my clit. I am frustrated when James holds his fingers still inside me. “Please,” I gasp, and try to buck my hips, but he presses down, holding me still.

“Lie still. I’ll take care of you, Lainey.” He lays me back on the bed with his fingers still inside me. I feel his warm mouth on my breasts, licking and sucking, when he finally starts moving his hand back and forth. He bites down on my nipple, and at the same time circles my clit with his thumb. I climax seeing stars behind my eyelids. I open my eyes to see James looking down at me with a look of satisfaction on his face. “That was beautiful,” he says as he trails kisses down my cheek and neck, “perfect.” 

“What about you?”

I feel his chuckle against my neck. “Don’t worry. We’re just getting started. Now I want to taste you.” 

His kisses and small licks move lower until I gasp when his warm mouth nuzzles my clit. I clench the bedclothes under my hands as James’s tongue strokes me. When I moan, James presses two fingers into my pussy and mumbles something that I can’t quite catch. The combination of his fingers stroking me and the vibration of his voice against my clit sends another climax racing through me. I am vaguely aware that the loud pitched moans I hear are coming from me. 

When I come back to myself, James is standing next to the bed taking off his dress pants and briefs. His erection juts out proudly, and I reach out and wrap my hand around it, squeezing gently. I have the overwhelming urge to taste him. I sit up and kiss the tip of his erection. Moving to the base, I lick up to the tip. I look up to see him watching me with a look of raw need before I push my mouth down his erection and suck.  He groans, and with both hands on the sides of my head, he pulls me off of him, and I release his cock with a pop.

“I have to be inside you,” he gasps, reaching into the nightstand drawer for a condom. He rips the package open with his teeth and rolls the condom over his rock hard erection. His lips meet mine, and he groans into my mouth as his tongue swirls around, exploring and discovering. Despite having already climaxed twice, raw need surges through me as I wait for him to fill the aching emptiness in my pussy. I open my thighs wide and he guides the tip of his erection into me as I push up to meet him. He grips my hair as he glides back and forth, creating an exquisite friction. “Fuck… this is even better than I imagined. You are so damned tight.” He props himself up so that he can see his body sliding in and out of mine. “Fuck me,” he says, seemingly entranced by the sight. He pulls us onto our sides so he can reach down and touch my clit. At the same time, he continues a steady thrusting motion. Our skin becomes slick with perspiration.  I lick my tongue up his throat, tasting his male saltiness, and bite his jaw and ear. “Fuck… fuck… fuck yes… that’s it baby,” he groans and begins to move faster and faster. Pleasure shoots through me in waves at the same time I hear James shout his climax. The only sound in the room is our rasping breaths as we float back to reality. 

James leans over me and nuzzles my ear, “Do you want to sleep or take a shower?”

I want to just lay here and relax in post-coital bliss. Three orgasms! I had never had more than one during sex. But after the train ride and sweaty sex, I need to get cleaned up. “Shower… in five minutes,” I qualify.

“Oh, no you don’t.” James says, sitting up. “If we stay here for another five minutes, we will either be sleeping or fucking.” Pulling me up over his shoulder, he carries me to the bathroom as I shriek in shock. James just laughs and slaps a hand over my ass, causing me to rear up. “That hurt, you bastard!” This just causes James to laugh harder. Soon I find myself standing under a warm spray of water being soaped down by James. “I’ll kiss it and make it better,” he promises.

CHAPTER 5

The next morning when I wake, I at first, think I am back in the hotel in Hempstead before memories from the night before come flooding back. I am in James McAllister’s bed. A smile spreads across my face as reality hits me. It was hard to wrap my head around. My euphoria does not last long when I sit up and look around. The space on the bed next to me is cold and empty. A note lies on the pillow beside me. As I read a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach takes the smile right off my face.

Elaine,

Thank you for last night. I had to be at work this morning. Please help yourself to breakfast before you go. I hope you have recovered from yesterday’s ordeal.