Glass Ceilings (5 page)

“It's Nick Farley.” I walked toward her stopping inches away. “Angela, it's still me. I'm still the guy who took one look at you and decided I needed to meet you.”

“Nick, I don't know a thing about you, or you about me.”

“I know enough, Angela.”

Little did she know that I knew all about her, from her grades in grammar school to the address of her dorm room at Rutgers. From the bits of information she had shared with me as well as the ones I found out on my own, I deducted that she grew up in Jersey and followed the douchebag to Chicago where they lived together for two years.

“I know there's something between us that can't be ignored. I don't know about you, but I've never felt this way before.”

“Neither have I,” she admitted quietly.

“And I don't have a clue what this could become or where it could lead, but I'd like to find out.”

“We've known each other a week.” Her logic may have been controlling her voice, but through her panting, her parted lips, and her hooded eyes I knew she was having a reaction to our physicality. She responded to me in every way.

“Does that make our attraction toward each other any less meaningful?” I closed the little distance there was between us until our chests touched. Her breathing accelerated as I felt her breasts push closer with each breath she took.

“Can you honestly say you've ever felt this kind of desire take hold of every part of you before?” Just as I had earlier that evening, I held her face between my hands, dipping her head back gently until she was forced to meet my gaze.

“Have you ever had a kiss make you want to rip someone's clothes off and devour the rest of them right then, right there?”

Eliminating what little space was between our lips, I asked, “Have you ever felt anything as exquisite as this?” I swallowed her sigh into my mouth, opening farther to breathe her air. Our second kiss was just as meaningful as our first, but completely different. Our first kiss had been a slow smoldering fire. Our second was an explosion. I released her head, gripped her hips, and pulled every inch of her body into every inch of mine. With that kiss, I showed her how amazing we could be together.

I was the first to break it, leaving her breathless.

“Nick, you were most definitely not part of my plan.”

“Plans can change.”

She stared at me, waiting expectantly…and my response was to kiss her again. The problem was, with each kiss I was no longer satisfied with how it had naturally happened the time before. With each kiss, I became greedier, more needy, and more brazen. I slipped my hands around her to settle under her shirt on her lower back. Her smooth, warm skin felt like silk beneath my touch.

“Angela…” I couldn't hide my need for her when her name fell from my lips. “You weren't part of my plan, either.”

“We can't change our paths because of a strong physical attraction.”

Was this pure lust and nothing more than a sexual attraction on crack? It was at that moment I realized it had to be more…because if she were to ask me to walk away, I would without hesitation. Even though every part of me hoped she wouldn't, even knowing walking away would be the hardest thing I could do, I'd do it if she really needed me to. As if reading my thoughts, she stepped away. Uncertainty mixed with desire in the green depths of her eyes.

“It's more than that, Angela. This is…”

“Craziness and complete insanity,” she interrupted before looking away.

I gently gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. “The thought of us together? Or what happens to us when we are?”

“Both. I can't think straight when I'm near you. I can't think of anything else, either.” I took her hand and led her back to the couch. Once we sat, she looked away, embarrassed.

“Look at me.” When she met my gaze, I gently kissed her. “Angela, I didn't come here with a hidden agenda.” I held her face to be sure she saw the truth in my words. “I needed to see you again.”

She shifted on the couch until she was completely facing me. “I don't want to drag you into my drama.”

I contemplated her words. I could only imagine what that motherfucker did to her. The FBI agent in me wanted to push her into telling me everything. The man in me just wanted to hold her.

“I don't know what he did to you, and hopefully one day you'll trust me enough to tell me, but I'm not him. You and I met by chance. Being together would be by choice. I have no idea what the future holds, but I know since seeing you in that bar a week ago I'm now so into you that I also can't think straight.”

When she looked into my eyes, the emotion she was consumed with was evident in the depth of hers. Surprising me, she placed a hand on my face and asked, “Kiss me?”

I didn't need convincing, yet I still needed to ask, “Why?”

“Besides the fact that I'm insanely attracted to you? And the kiss at The Dump was all I could think about tonight, and I also want more? The main reason is how you make me feel, the things you say to me, and the way you look at me. I trust you…that doesn't happen often for me.”

We stared at each other without speaking. She wanted me, so why was I reluctant? Maybe because once I started something, I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop? Was she ready for that?

“Angela, I want you so bad, but I don't want to scare you away.”

“You won't.” Sensing my hesitancy, she leaned in and kissed me softly. “Nick, the best part of my holiday was your kiss. I've been so unhappy lately, and for a few minutes tonight you managed to change that. I liked feeling something other than unhappiness. I want you to help me feel more of what I felt earlier tonight.”

A need to own all her pleasure, all her happiness exploded in my chest. Forcibly, I gripped her head and crushed my lips to hers. Before I knew it, she was on my lap and we were kissing with abandon.

I also liked how it felt when our lips touched. When our mouths and tongues fell into a familiar perfectly choreographed dance, time stood still for me. Soon enough, kissing her wasn't enough. I could tell she felt the same when her hands gripped my neck in a desperate hold. Her body pressed into mine, trying to eliminate the space between us. She never stopped my hands as they tentatively traveled over her bare legs, higher up to her hips, and then finally resting on her back beneath her T-shirt.

No bra, no barriers, just smooth warm skin beneath my eager touch. My cock pressed painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I maneuvered her so she straddled me, positioning her pussy perfectly over my hard-on.

My hands went exploring again, starting on her back and moving up her sides to rest right below her breasts. She pulled away, her green eyes betraying how much she wanted me at that moment. While never breaking eye contact, she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, gifting me with her beautiful smile. The apprehension and doubt she usually exhibited were nowhere to be found on her gorgeous face.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I'm sure I want you, if you want me.”

“You have no idea how much I want you.” I dragged my gaze away from hers, roaming it down her body inch by inch until I landed on her breasts. My hands followed the same path, molding over them possessively. I leaned forward until she filled my mouth. One taste and I became completely unhinged. Dangerously close to falling into old patterns caused me to force myself to slow down. This was more than fucking. This was a pivotal moment for us, and an opportunity for me to invade every part of her mind, body, and soul.

With each suck on her nipples, her moans intensified and traveled through me straight to my cock. She tried to find relief by rubbing herself on me, sending my control plummeting over a cliff.

“Fuck, Angela.” I flipped her until she was on her back below me. I feasted on her flesh from her breast to the top of her panties. While leveling her with my stare, I slowly removed them and tossed them to the ground. She was so smooth beneath my touch, and warm beneath my lips. Her legs fell open when I pulled her clit into my mouth.

“Nick,” she called out as I brought her close to the edge, stopping right before she could fall. I should have been in a frenzy, desperate for relief, but inexplicably I wanted to move things along in slow motion.

I could feel her fingers slip into my hair, her grip tightening with each leisurely lap of my tongue. I repeated the motion over and over, determined to build her back up but pull away just before she went over. She anticipated my next move, and held my head ensuring I didn't move away. My smile against her prompted her to say, “It's not funny. You're driving me crazy.”

“Good,” I murmured against her, finishing her off with a firm suck while burying two fingers deep inside her.

“Oh God, Nick,” she called out as she came long and hard against my mouth.

After I took her first orgasm of the night, she took mine. We were in the kitchen getting something to drink. We couldn't keep our hands or mouths off each other. My hard-on never lessened, and when she dropped to her knees I practically came from the sight of her looking up at me as she lowered my jeans and briefs.

I had imagined what it would feel like having her full lips wrapped around me, and my imagination came up short.

I'd never had a blow job blow my mind, for lack of better words. With every suck, I worried my knees would give out. My fingers gripped the edge of the granite countertop more so to keep from collapsing in a heap. I tried to pull out of her mouth, knowing I was about to lose my shit. She clutched me with both hands and took every drop. I came so hard it felt as if my balls would explode.

When she stood, her shy smile was a contradiction to the way she just sucked the life from me through my cock. After admitting she ruined me for life, I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her until we both couldn't breathe. I could so easily see being with her, just as we were at that moment. It felt so natural and easy, like we'd known each other years and not merely days.

“Are you tired?” I asked when I caught her yawning.

The clock on the microwave said it was barely six a.m. I wasn't the least bit tired, instead feeling high, wired after coming so hard.

“Yes, but I don't want to waste precious time with you sleeping.” I frowned at her admission. “What's wrong?” she asked, concerned at the sudden change in my demeanor.

“So, this will be the one and only night between us? You decided to be with me, to have your one-night stand, knowing this was going to be it?” She looked away, confirming my suspicions. “Look at me.”

She leaned up and kissed me desperately. I pulled away, annoyed at her for trying to build a fence, a perimeter around what was happening between us.

“Nick, can we please just enjoy tonight?”

I looked over her shoulder, focusing on Eve's stupid contract where it hung from a magnet on the fridge. I removed her arms from my neck, and walked over to it reading the list of rules. I could feel her standing behind me, but she waited a few seconds before she spoke.

“I wasn't planning on seeing you again.” She turned me around and searched my face.

“Why the fuck not, Angela?” I asked, unable to hide my anger.

“Because…”

“Because what?”

“Nick, you don't understand. With just one kiss you managed to make me feel more than I've ever felt in my adult life.” She took my hands and wrapped them around her waist, holding them on her lower back. “After that kiss I was scared you'd hurt me.”

“I'd never hurt you.”

“Not physically. After that kiss I knew that you had the power to hurt me more than anyone has ever hurt me before. I'm leaving; what would be the point to start something I couldn't have? Yet, in spite of all that, when I saw you at my door I just knew being with you for even one night would be worth every tear I'd shed after losing you.” She placed her hands on my chest, her eyes pleading for me to understand where she was coming from. The problem was, I didn't. I didn't get it at all.

“And now, even knowing we're both heading to New York City, you can honestly stand here and tell me this thing between us doesn't deserve a chance? That after tonight, it has to be over?”

She shook her head as emotion swelled in her eyes. “No, I can't…because now I'm scared you're killing my resolve. With every minute that I spend with you, you'll make me want you more than I already do.”

“That's a bad thing?”

She sighed and turned away. “I need to figure out
me
before I can give myself to anyone.”

Desperate to kill her so-called resolve one way or another, I decided to change my tactics and just let our chemistry navigate our time together.

For whatever reasons, something was holding her back. It most definitely had to do with her ex, but I'd make sure he wouldn't get near her again.

The thought of someone hurting her infuriated me. From the moment I saw Angela, I wanted to protect her, know everything about her. Sure, she was gorgeous, but she had a light that shone from within that was impossible to ignore. The shy girl, the secrecy only added to her allure.

That night, we sat, talked, kissed some more, and finally fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

I woke first, and watched her sleep for what seemed like hours. Every so often her long lashes fluttered against her cheeks, making me wonder what she dreamt about. When her phone chirped with a text, she stirred in my arms stretching adorably beside me. A moment of alarm caused her eyes to fly open, confused as to where she was and who with.

“Hey,” I said with a smile.

“I'm so sorry.”

“What for?”

She tried to sit up, but I held her where she was. “For passing out, for laying on you all night. It must have been so uncomfortable.”

“Just the opposite,” I said with a shrug.

She relaxed against me, and sighed in agreement. “You're right. I slept so well. What time is it?”

I released her to check my watch. “Three.”

“Three? As in p.m.?” I nodded with a smile. “Oh no. Eve will be home soon.”

“You got a few texts while you slept.”

She reached for her phone and smirked at what she read. “My cousin and Jase are spending the day skiing.”

“Jase skis?” I thought out loud. “I never heard him mention skiing before.”

“Eve's family has a condo near Lake Geneva Ski Resort. But my guess is there will be very little skiing happening.”

“Ah, that makes much more sense.” I tightened my hold on her. This day was already looking up, now that we knew Eve and Jase wouldn't be barging in any time soon.

“Are you hungry?” The feel of her warm breath feathering across my bare chest stirred me. I flipped us so she was beneath me.

“Starving,” I said before nibbling on her neck. Her scent was mouthwatering. My hard-on pressed against her thigh, and I wasn't sure if she deliberately pushed her hips into it or not. But by her doing so, I couldn't think of anything except what being buried in her would feel like.

“I could make us breakfast,” she said quietly as I continued kissing her neck. “Or dinner, actually.”

“Sounds good, and then afterward I'd love to do something else.”

She tilted her head until we were nose to nose. “What would that be?” she asked skeptically.

“I want to try out that hot tub,” I responded with a grin.

“It's freezing out.”

“You've never used a hot tub in the winter?”

She shook her head, leaning back to once again give me access to her neck. “Eve does all the time. I've never tried it.”

“Well, baby, it's time to rectify that.”

My earlier visual of being buried in her morphed into a new, erotic scene that forced all the blood in my veins to rush to my cock. I took her lips in an all-consuming kiss. Instantly, the fire between us ignited to scorching levels. I felt it everywhere, with my cock being the epicenter. I needed more of her. When I began to question my own resolve, I reluctantly pulled away before it went too far. Having sex on a leather couch just wouldn't suffice.

“Where's the bathroom?”

She watched as I stood before her with my obvious arousal pushing against the confines of my briefs, leaving no question as to my condition. A blush spread across her cheeks causing her to hastily stand beside me.

“Um…around the corner, first door on the right.”

“I'll be right back…and then I'll help you make breakfast, or dinner.”

“Those pancakes were delicious,” she said pushing her plate away. “I'm stuffed. I was supposed to make you something to eat, not the other way around.”

I reached over and wiped away a drop of syrup that clung to her bottom lip. She watched as I sucked it off my thumb. Her eyes held mine as her tongue dragged along her lips on the spot I just touched.

“It was my pleasure. You can repay me with a dip in the hot tub.”

“Are we having sex in the hot tub?” Her question shocked me.

Unable to hide my mirth, I raised my brows suggestively and asked, “Do you want to have sex in the hot tub?” She stood and walked over to my chair, lowered herself on my lap, and nodded wordlessly. “Are you sure, Angela?”

“No.” Despite her admission, she leaned in and kissed me urgently. I wasn't sure what tasted sweeter, maple syrup or Angela. My tongue followed hers and she sucked on it once I breached her lips. She ran her hand through my hair and smiled when we parted. “I want to keep seeing you. I'd also like to see where this goes.”

“What changed your mind?” I asked, truly curious.

“You did. I'm naturally suspicious of men these days, but the more we talked last night, the more I realized I was fighting my gut instincts.”

“Which are?”

“I can trust you, Nick. I know I can. I like being with you. I enjoy your company. I've never been so sexually attracted to another man before. But most of all, you have a good heart. I can see that, even if I barely know you.” She kissed me softly, and added, “That is, if you still want to see more of me.”

“Angela, once I got to New York, I knew without a fucking doubt you'd be all I could think about.”

She stroked the stubble on my chin and said, “So I guess we're dating?”

“I guess we are.”

“Is it breaking the rules if I ask you to make love to me?”

Normally referring to fucking any other way but as fucking would have me running for the hills. Yet, the words from her mouth sounded right.

I stood, placing her on her feet. She watched as I crossed the kitchen, snatched Eve's list of rules from the fridge, and ripped them into tiny pieces.

When I walked back to her, I said, “Fuck the rules.”

I took her lips in my own version of a sweet kiss. When our kissing became frantic, she ended it so we could continue in the hot tub. I grabbed a few condoms from my wallet, while she fiddled with a panel on the wall.

“I hope I can figure out how to work this. If not, that would suck.”

“Uh, yeah it would,” I agreed with a chuckle. She smirked while I blatantly adjusted myself. “Need help figuring it out?”

“No. I got it.” With flips of a few switches, the cover retracted and the accent lights came on, illuminating the deck and the perimeter of the tub in the night darkness. The jets spurted to life next, immediately causing steam to rise in a thick cloud over the deck. In the tub, the waters swirled, taking on different colors as the bulbs changed through every hue of the rainbow. This place was amazing. Shit, the fun I would have if I lived here.

Angela turned toward me with a huge smile. “So, how do we do this?”

“We walk outside and get in.”

She smacked my arm in mock annoyance. “No, silly. Naked?”

“Preferably.” I peered outside to assess the deck. The built-in tub sat in the corner, surrounded by tall wood fencing. Two ivory canvas sail shades stretched from corner to corner, overlapping and providing complete privacy. The snow was heavy outside, yet the deck itself was free of accumulation. “Is the deck heated?”

“Yes. So are the towel bars and benches.”

“Eve sure thought of everything.”

“Her hot tub is her pride and joy.” Angela suddenly scrunched her nose in disgust. “Oh.”

“What?”

“I just thought of all the times she must have had sex in there.”

“No worries. The chlorine kills everything off. Besides, I'll have you distracted in a few minutes. Towels?”

She pointed to a teakwood cabinet that sat beside the patio door. I opened it revealing shelves neatly lined with plush robes and thick towels. Before she could change her mind, I grabbed two robes, and took the liberty of removing her T-shirt for her. She blushed while standing completely exposed to my heated gaze.

Wordlessly, I removed my briefs in an attempt to even the playing field. She eyed the condoms I still held in my hand, before her gaze traveled over my torso and settled on my cock as it stretched rock hard from my body. I moved closer, holding out one of the robes for her to put on. It seemed pointless, since we would both be naked again in less than five seconds.

“Ready?” She nodded, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth. “Don't be nervous.”

“I'm not. I'm excited.”

Well, fuck me,
I thought.

I opened the door, grabbed her hand, and ran to the tub. Fuck, it was frigid outside. I dropped the condoms on the edge of the deck, we threw our robes on the bench, and then I got in first before helping her. The water boiled around us when we slid in as deeply as we could. Steam rose, heating the air above us. She sat beside me, and I shook my head. “Come here,” I said, maneuvering her onto my lap. “How does it feel?”

“Being out here in the dead of winter, or being on your naked lap?”

“Both.”

“It feels amazing.” She buried her face in my neck as the water splashed our necks and faces. “Nick, thank you for staying,” she whispered against my skin.

“I wasn't going anywhere.” I pushed the damp strands of hair that clung to her face. Her green eyes sparkled each time the lights changed color. Droplets of water clung to her full lips, and I wiped them off with my thumb. While staring into her eyes, I said, “We can wait, Angela. It's our rules, and we make them up as we see fit.”

“I don't want to wait. I've wanted you from the moment you tried to teach me how to throw a dart.”

“You did?”

“Of course. You're hot as hell, Nick.” She ran her fingers through my hair, relaxing me as she did. “I've always been a sucker for tall, dark, and handsome. Yes, your face and your body are hard to resist. When you stare into my eyes, my heart beats a little faster. Your smile makes me weak in the knees. But most importantly, your charming personality completely won me over. You're sweet, kind, a true gentleman.” She leaned in and kissed me, her hand still buried in my hair. When we parted, our eyes locked, instantly causing things to stir within me. “Now will you make love to me?”

“Fuck, yes.” I reached my limit and reached for a condom. “I can't stand another minute of wondering what it will feel like to be inside you.”

Her fingers trembled as she took the packet I held before her in my hand. The anticipation bubbled within me, churning as violently as the water surrounding us. She knelt between my legs, stroking me firmly with one hand beneath the water. I needed relief from the pressure she caused with each slow, torturous tug.

“Angela, you're killing me.”

“Sit on the edge so I can put this on.”

“Are you sure you never had sex in a hot tub before?” I asked, surprised by her confidence.

“I'm sure.” She smiled slyly. I raised my hips above the water, the blast of cold air almost reversing the effects of her touch.

She studied every part of me. “Nick, you're so beautiful,” she said as her eyes focused on my abs. When she slowly ran her fingertips over each and every bump before lining the deep ridge on either side of my hips, it wasn't the freezing air temperature that had my muscles quivering beneath her touch. Instantly, my cock sprang back to life.

She smiled and quickly pulled me into her mouth, causing me to buck and moan. The warmth that surrounded me, and the cold that chilled the rest of my body collided into the perfect storm of taunting and teasing.

“Angela, please,” I pleaded for her to hurry up, before I embarrassed myself by coming in her mouth. She smiled again, and slid the condom over my length. Water sloshed over the sides from the force of my body hitting the surface. I immediately lifted her to straddle my lap. My hardened cock nestled itself right between her warm folds, as if he knew right where he belonged.

“Are you cold?” I asked, since half her body was out of the water. Her flesh was riddled with goosebumps, and her nipples stiffened to perfect pink points. I pulled one into my mouth and she moaned.

“Yes and no,” she responded breathily as I continued to suck hard on first one and then the other.

I slid lower into the tub, causing the water to reach my chin, and cover her to her shoulders.

“Are you ready for me?” I found her pussy beneath the water and pushed two fingers into her warmth.

“Oh, Christ.” Her head flew back as I pumped my fingers in and out of her while sucking on her neck. “Please, Nick,” she begged.

Without warning, I positioned her thighs on either side of mine with my cock resting at her entrance. When I raised my hips I immediately felt the heat from her pussy surrounding me. We both gasped at the sensation of me filling her. I held her head in my hands, kissing her long and hard.

She clenched her eyes tightly while whispering my name.

Every thrust caused a new wave of heat to course through me. It was hard to tell if the water temperature was what caused the steam to rise around us, or if it was our body temperature. No words were exchanged, and the only thing that passed between us was that electrical charge that we first felt at the bar. It crackled, taking on a life of its own. With each roll of my hips she slammed hers down, taking every inch of my length. She dug her fingers into my hair, and brought her lips up against mine. We didn't kiss, but instead shared the same oxygen while desperately trying to fill our lungs as best we could.