Heartless Episodes 1-3: A Serial Romance (3 page)

5.

ELIZABETH

I offered to pick Daniel up from the Santa Monica airport, and we drove to my house in awkward anticipation of what the night held. At least I felt awkward. He seemed perfectly fine. Then again, he’d had sex far more recently than I had.

“You look beautiful,” he said before placing his hand on my thigh.

I felt my cheeks warm as I blushed with his compliment.

“Thank you.” I briefly glanced over at him before paying attention to the traffic-laden streets.

“Is it always this busy here?” His face was tilted to the right as he looked out at the streets.

“For the most part. Everyone seems to come here all day, and then they never leave at night.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there is so much to do here. People spend the day at the beach, and then they shop all night or go to dinner. We have tons of restaurants and bars. It’s the ideal tourist spot. Remind me to take you to one of my favorite places sometime, okay? It’s completely underrated.”

“Let’s go now,” his voice purred.

My heart raced. I knew if we delayed the inevitable any longer, I’d fall apart with the expectation of what was to come.

“It’s not open now,” I half-lied. It most likely wasn’t open right now even though I knew I could get us in.

“Fine. Take me home already.” He smirked.

“I’m trying,” I said, braking as another streetlight turned red.

Two right turns later, and we pulled into the underground parking lot of my building. Shutting off the engine, I exited the car and made my way to the passenger side, a full dozen white roses tied with a string from Daniel in hand.

He grabbed me and I almost dropped the few things in my arms. “I hate that we fought.”

“Me, too.” I looked into his hazel eyes and melted.

“But I like that we get to make up.” He pressed his lips to mine, his hand reaching back to grip my ass. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”

I shivered as he followed me through the parking garage and toward the elevator against the well-lit corner of the building. He wasted no time once the doors had closed. His body shoved against mine, his hand making sure to cradle the back of my head so that it wouldn’t slam into the hardness of the elevator wall. Tongues frantically searched for one another as his hands roamed over my body in places where I wouldn’t have dared let him touch me a mere few days ago.

He pulled away only slightly, looking me in the eyes before saying, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Elizabeth, and smart and feisty and a pain in my ass. You have no idea what you do to me.”

I reached across the front of his suit pants and cupped his growing dick. “I have some sort of idea,” I said as my cheeks warmed with his compliments and my excitement.

His lips grazed against my neck, sucking and licking, causing my eyes to squeeze shut with pleasure. The elevator dinged, and I reached for his hand, my chest heaving with each breath I took.

“This way,” I said, pulling him down the hallway toward my door.

“It’s too far,” he complained before stopping and yanking my body against his.

One hand gripped my lower back, pinning me against his hard-on, while the other tangled in my hair and pulled.

I moaned against his lips, into his mouth, and on his tongue.

I reached for his cheeks, gripping the rough exterior between my palms, in order to keep his face still and his mouth on mine. He laughed into me, and I smiled.

“We’re almost there,” I reassured him as I continued to step backward.

“We’ll have to do it here. Get naked,” he said, pointing at the carpeted flooring.

I hurried toward my door, only a few feet away.

“I bet you say that to all the girls. Can we go inside now?” I asked before unlocking the door.

He extended one arm to hold it open and waved me inside before following right behind. I placed the keys and roses on the kitchen counter, as Daniel moved to pin my body against it.

“I don’t have any more girls, remember? Just want to be clear on that subject.”

“I remember. That’s why I let you come over,” I said playfully.

“You were going to let me come over anyway.”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have let you touch me.”

His lips pressed against my neck as his tongue paved a way lower. “This dress is so fucking sexy.” He lowered the sleeve with his fingertips before his mouth followed. “I can’t wait to see it on the floor.”

“What good will it be on the floor?” I asked with a coy smile.

“It will be great ’cause then you’ll be naked. Guys like naked.”

“So predictable,” I teased, moving my body away from him and heading toward my bedroom.

I watched his eyes as they glanced toward my bedroom window.

“Shit, what a view.”

My eyes followed, catching sight of the sun setting and the orange glow it cast across the water. “I love living here.”

“I can see why. Hell, Elizabeth, I’d work from home all the time.”

“That’s exactly why I have to force myself to go to the office every day. I’d never get any work done. Do you know how hard it is to see that outside your window and stay indoors? Fuck that.”

He growled at my words, his body against mine in a flash. “Yeah, fuck that.” His mouth found my neck again as he sucked and pushed me toward the bed, his hand firmly on my lower back.

My legs touched the edge of the mattress before Daniel lifted me by my ass and tossed me on top. He all but crawled over me, his movements slow and deliberate, and then he lowered himself on top of me.

“We have too many clothes on,” he said as he pushed off me. Resting back on his knees, he started to remove his tie.

“Stop. Let me,” I demanded as I pushed myself up to face him.

I wanted to undress him. This sexual act had been such a long time coming for me that I wanted to revel in being a woman doing it, as opposed to a naive girl. He immediately dropped his arms to his sides as I went to work. My hands reached for his crisp black shirt and started unbuttoning the buttons, one by one. Each release was followed by a peek of tanned skin that I kissed with my mouth and licked with my tongue. Daniel moaned, his fingers tangling in my hair more with each touch of my lips on his bare skin. I reached the last button, and my mouth was incredibly close to the waist of his pants.

“You might be the death of me, woman,” he said.

I glanced up to meet his gaze. “I just found you. Don’t die yet.”

I moved to free the shirt from his body, and he wiggled his arms to get out of it, like he couldn’t shed his second skin quickly enough. My eyes roamed every exposed inch of his bare chest and arms. My want for him grew as my gaze lingered on his defined abs and the muscles in his shoulders.

“See something you like?” he mimicked his words from the first night we’d met.

I laughed. “Definitely, and it’s not the floor this time.”

I reached for the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of me. Our mouths opened and closed, our tongues dancing with one another.

“This dress—I need it off. Now.”

“So bossy.”

“So don’t care. Stand up.”

He pushed away from me once more and stood beside the bed. His hand reached for mine, and he pulled me to my feet and spun me around, my back facing him. He moved my hair to the side before kissing my neck. With each tormenting pull of the zipper, he kissed my back until his lips reached right above my ass. With full clarity, I knew what I had just done to him. The zipper going no further, he reached for my shoulders once more before turning me back around to face him. The material easily fell off my body without any effort, and I stepped out of it, my breasts uncovered.

“No bra, Elizabeth? You don’t wear a bra to work?” His voice took on a timbre that I could only interpret as desire.

“The dress has one built in, so no.” I stood there, feeling completely exposed, in nothing but a black lacy thong.

Daniel lowered his mouth to my left breast before taking it in. His tongue licked around my nipple as he bit at it lightly with his teeth. My fingers tangled in his dark hair as I tossed my head back and sucked in quick breaths. He moved to my right one and nibbled at it first before squeezing and licking it while my thighs quivered with desire.

Feeling underdressed and bare, I reached for the belt on his pants and undid it before threading the button through the hole and lowering the zipper. His suit pants dropped, and he stepped out of them, our clothes a pool of fabric on my floor. My eyes landed squarely on the package in his boxer briefs, the bulge begging to be unleashed.

Daniel expertly moved our bodies back onto the bed, each of our most private parts covered by thin cloth. When his nearly naked body touched mine, I almost screamed out with pleasure. His skin on my skin sent feelings racing through me that I could only describe as primal lust. The feeling of him pressed against me was overwhelming, and I wanted more.

“Your skin is so soft,” he breathed into my ear. “Wait right here. I’ll be right back.”

He hopped off the bed before I could protest, and he returned carrying one of the roses he must have grabbed from the kitchen. I smiled at the view of my naked man holding nothing but a single rose.

“See something you like?” he asked with a wink.

“Ugh, you and that line,” I answered, rolling my eyes.

He lowered his body next to mine and kissed my stomach before replacing his soft lips with the velvet feel of rose petals. Daniel moved the rose down to the tops of my toes before forcing it to travel up the length of my leg in painfully slow motion. My eyes closed at the sheer eroticism of it all.

Who knew rose petals felt this way on your naked skin?

I moaned out loud, and Daniel’s lips kissed my thigh as goosebumps appeared across my skin..

“I just wanted to take my time here. I hope you don’t mind.” He laughed. “Not that you have any say in the matter.”

My breath hitched, and I was unable to respond, unsure of what I would say anyway. Reaching for his head, I weaved my fingers in his dark hair and massaged the top of his head as he continued to sweetly torment me with the rose and his mouth.

The petals reached my stomach, and I sucked in a quick breath as he swirled it around my belly button in a gentle movement. His lips followed the rose, kissing each place the rose petals touched, until I could no longer differentiate between the softness of his mouth and the softness of the petals. With my eyes closed, I was in my own blissful world.

Daniel pulled the rose away, and I opened my eyes in time to see him pluck the petals from the perfect flower.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to kiss you where each petal lands.”

I watched as he dropped a fistful of white petals down the length of my naked body. Rose petals rained across parts of my body that had never touched a rose before. My breathing became shallow, so none of the petals would fall from where they’d landed, as my anticipation continued to build.

Daniel’s head started at my neck where two petals had settled. He gently brushed them aside and licked where they’d once lain. I fought back the urge to arch my back and grab him.

Daniel said, “Don’t make the petals fall, Elizabeth, or I’ll have to start all over.”

Smiling, his lips lowered to my décolletage. He kissed and licked in small circles over my skin before moving to where the next petal lay. Daniel’s wet tongue explored my breasts as euphoria coursed through me with each touch. Hot air breezed across my stomach as he blew at the pieces of white. Some simply moved to another area of my body while others fell to my sides.

“Daniel.” My voice came out in a whisper.

He glanced up at me. “Yes?”

“You’re torturing me,” I admitted breathlessly.

He smiled. “I know.” His head dipped back down, and he followed the few remaining rose petals. “This is the sweetest one.” He moved the petal on top of my lace panties aside and kissed the fabric.

Heat from his mouth seared through the lace and pierced my skin as my need for him soared. I was fairly certain I might die if he didn’t take this further.

“I need to be inside you, Elizabeth.”

Thank God.
“I want you so much,” I reassured him, not that he needed it. “Please.”

His fingers found the top of my panties and pulled at them, moving them down my thighs, and I wiggled to help get them completely off.

He looked down at me and sucked in a quick breath. “So fucking beautiful. God, you really are.”

His hands were all over me, his mouth sucking and licking, and I squeezed my eyes closed with the pure pleasure he elicited from me.

I found the waistband of his boxer briefs and attempted the same maneuver, but I couldn’t reach nearly as far. His hand joined mine and helped to pull them off. The tip of his dick pushed against me for a second, and I gasped. I wanted this man. I wanted all of him—now.

“Tell me you brought a condom.” I hoped I wasn’t ruining the moment.

“A condom? Hell, babe, I brought the whole box.” He moved toward the edge of the bed and reached for his pants before fishing a strip of them out of his pocket.