First Kiss (17 page)

And then Kiki got her answer. His first order of business would be her breasts. She watched him watch themthe two white triangles of surgically enhanced perfection.

Kiki was proud of the job. Unlike so many women who went in for implants, she'd resisted the urge to go too big. Unlike Jarinda, her actress friend who made the decisionwhile fading on the operating table no lessthat a DD cup size would be the cat's meow. Now she couldn't wear designer anymore, suffered from back trouble, and had to strap herself down to use the StairMaster. Even worse, her boyfriend ended up leaving her for an Asian model who was built like a little boy. Poor Jacinda.

Fab made a move.

Suddenly, all thoughts of Jacinda's fake-boob Waterloo got kicked out the door. Kiki released a shuddering sigh as she witnessed the greedy act of Fab's hands claiming her breasts, pushing them together, bending down as if in homage to the eighth wonder of the world.

He nuzzled there, his unshaven cheek tantalizingly rough against her silken softness. "God, your tits are spectacular." His tongue ran over the shell pink cones that capped his new discovery, teasing them one at a time.

Kiki's hands found the back of Fab's head and pulled it closer, just as she wondered about the other plans he mind might be dreaming up.

Fab's tongue became Fab's teeth. And he bit down on the petal tips. Soft and loving. Hard and threatening.

Kiki groaned out her delight.

His eyes were shining at her twin marvels, and the lusciously arrogant way the impossibly tight buds sprang back against him seemed to render him spellbound.

A passionate realization roared inside her. This was one for the sensual memory filesa moment Kiki knew she would access one night while pleasuring herself.

Fab was a man of unforgettable firsts. The first time she saw him. The first time she kissed him. The first time she

"Oh! Ooooooh!" Kiki moaned, ecstasy blanketing her mind.

It happened without warning. Fab slipped two fingers inside her, his touch firm and insistent. The shock sent a shudder down her body. She arched her back and thrust her pelvis at the magical intruder that was his hand.

"I can't believe how wet you are," Fab whispered.

"Trust me," Kiki murmured. "It's not the shower." It was official. She was melting for him. The most precious part of her had become a flood tide. Another first. Usually, it took time to heat the kettle. But this man got her whistling quicker than any other man could put his lips together and blow.

His fingers dipped deeper inside, pausing, separating, ruling her with an almost rude boldness.

"Fab, please." Kiki cried out the words, but their meaning got lost in the translation. The truth was, she had no idea what she desired. Her brain was an order screen with bad electrical wiring. She wanted him to go faster. To go slower. To be more intense. To do it with tenderness. To whisper sweet entreaties. To bark out dirty commands. There was only one thing she knew for surethat Fab triggered a wanting beyond the ken of any reality she'd ever known.

"I can feel you pulsing on my fingers," Fab murmured. "Can you feel it?" And as he waited for the answer, his lips feasted on her neck with a sudden, ruthless, ravenous aggression.

Kiki barely nodded. That was already old news to her. Okay, Fab's fingers could turn her into a Jacuzzi fountain. So what? She was more interested in another part of his body. And her heart hammered against her ribs as simple anticipation became magnificent obsession.

"Fab, please." Oh, God, those same two words again. She sounded like Faith Hill in The Stepford Wives before the combustion. But Kiki knew what she wanted now. She was just afraid to say it out loud.

His body tightened like the strings of a bow. He withdrew his hand and replaced it with something elsethe dream at the end of her illicit rainbow, pulsating with purpose and radiating heat, hovering right at the mouth of the cauldron she'd become. "Please what?" Fab asked.

Kiki's realization was instant. He was playing with her, mocking her, at the most terrible, wonderful moment. Bastard. Quite suddenly, she felt a return to form. The spark came back. No longer would she be the pliant native girl to his Tarzan. The collision of bodies might've started his way. But it would end her way. "Please Fab tell me that you have a condom."

He looked at her, his face a masterpiece of astonishment. It was the last thing he expected to come out of her mouth. Please, Fab, make love to me . That's what he wanted to hear. But it wasn't the medieval era, he wasn't the marauding conqueror, and she wasn't the girl from the village he just burned. Arrogant greedy man. For a minute there, he almost had his own scene from one of those bodice-ripper novels.

Fab's hand swooped overhead to a shelf that housed sample-sized shampoo, conditioner, and body wash products by Kiehl's. He fished around, suddenly producing a Mylar-wrapped Trojan Magnum. In a single sweeping movement, it was ripped open with his teeth and slipped onall while using just one hand.

Kiki raised an eyebrow. "Impressive. I take it you didn't learn that in the Boy Scouts."

"No, but the first girl I tried it on was a Brownie once upon a time. Does that count?" Fab grabbed a fistful of her wet hair in a way that wasn't rough but masterful. And he moved in until their lips were millimeters apart. Without warning, he plunged inside of her.

Kiki's body shook with the force of his momentum. She felt fullwrapped tight around him. It was exactly where she wanted to be. Breath rushed from her lungs as he increased amperage, his chest crushing against her breasts.

She reached down to cup the steel that was his butt, amazed by his hard muscle. If there was an ounce of fat on this man, she hadn't found it yet.

Fab's fist was still twisted tightly in her hair, his other hand caressing her neck, his tongue plundering her left ear in between desperate breaths and worshipful murmurs, invoking God, her name, and the occasional, "Oh, Fab!"

Kiki's muscles quivered with the effort of holding her stomach tight. In fact, her body was shaking with the strain as Fab continued to thrust up and down, side to side, in a fantastic rhythm that was building fast to the moment .

And then he began to speed-whisper into her ear. "I'm going to be honest. I could come any second now. I'd like to think I'm that guy you know, the one with the stamina who can wait until his partner's there, too. Usually, I am that guy. But I was so hot for you today I could hardly stand it. I thought about you all night. I couldn't even go to sleep. I did, finally. But I had to do something first. I won't say what. It's too embarrassing. But let's just say you stepped into a fantasy role usually reserved for Catherine Zeta-Jones. So take all of that into account, plus the fact that I've got a management meeting that was supposed to start ten minutes ago. Don't get me wrong. I know you're busy, too. God, you're writing a book. That has to take up a lot of time. By the way, I talked to my friends. The agents I was telling you about. They all want to take a look at your stuff. I've got the details on how to write a proposal in my office. Think about it. Between my work and your work, we're two very busy people. So I think I should just come. That way we can both get on with our day. But I'll be back tonight, and it will be all about you. I promise. What I was"

"Fab, please ! Shut up! God, I've never heard a man talk so much during sex in my life. It's like you're channeling Lorelai Gilmore or something."

Fab Tomba had already lost his famed cool. But in the howling cry into the steam clouds that came next, he lost it even moreand he shot into her like a runaway river.

What saved Kiki from the cruel eternity of waiting for tonight was Fab's last brilliant move, a corkscrew motion where he bucked down and reared up with such amazing force that her feet went flying up from the shower floor in perfect concert with her bottom banging against the tile. The zenith of sensations overwhelmed her. Oh, God! Celestial choirs. Flights through the sky. Phosphorus starbursts. This is what a mind-melting orgasm felt like.

Fab collapsed, still inside her but completely spent and fighting for breath. Kiki grinned lazily into the mist, struggling with the weight of his body.

"Sorry," Fab murmured, stretching his arms against the wall like pylons and trapping her between them. "My legs are so weak right now. I think my knees literally buckled." He made no move to exit her. "I just want to stay inside you for a little bit longer." He sighed the sigh of the deliriously satisfied. "It's a great place to hang out."

Kiki shut her eyes. Oh, God, she wasn't quite done with the little points of pleasure. Then she let her head fall back and sucked in a slow steady breath as the final erogenous pulses dissolved. Okay. Now it was over.

In celebration, Kiki cupped his cheeks and kissed him full on the lips. "I can't believe I beat out Catherine Zeta-Jones in your self love fantasy. I'm dying to tell Suzi-Suzi and Danni. Dying ."

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To: [email protected] vshelton@kleinschmidtbelker

Subject: Saving Graces

Girls, girls, girls!

And I'm not talking about that ghastly Motley Crüe song. I'm talking about us! I have a plan in motion that you're both going to adore. I've already teased Julia with this brilliant concepta winter wedding. First of all, I'm swamped and, quite frankly, I think one more wedding might turn me into Mariah Carey. Remember that incident when she was walking around Times Square with the Hello Kitty boom box? Well, that could be me! Anyway, winter weddings are a hidden jewel. Why is everyone so hell-bent on tying the knot during the summer? And in Texas! Horrors! The heat will be unbearable. And there's always some old man with flop sweat who wants to dance with every woman under the age of eighty. And I've already mentioned that I wany my brother to be at his most scrumptious (sweat on the upper lip is a bad look for a wedding). Anyway, I'll keep you posted on developments. PS This will also be particularly fabulous if either one of you suffers from underarm flab. It's a winter wedding. No sleeveless worries!

Air Kisses, Kiki

"That is so romantic." Suzi-Suzi sighed wistfully. "I wish Chad would masturbate and think about me. But he never does that."

"Never masturbates or never thinks about you?" Kiki asked. She was lounging in her suite, basking in the afterglow of her trip with Fab to the waterfall at the end of the world.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Chad never touches himself," Suzi-Suzi said. Her voice took on a serious tone.

"But that's ridiculous," Kiki argued. "Of course, he does."

"No, he never does," Suzi-Suzi insisted. "That man does not like a hand on his you know tal-lywacker. I tried to give him a hand job once, and he totally freaked out. Like a little girl who just saw a big spider or something. Anyway, a hand is a hand. And that includes his own. He swears up and down that he never pleasures himself. At first, I didn't believe him. I thought every man had to do it or his thing would fall off, or he'd get red balls or something."

"I think it's blue balls," Kiki coirected.

" Blue ?" Suzi-Suzi countered. "I thought that's what happened to them in really cold weather." She groaned. "Whatever."