Johnny Blue (13 page)

My body went rigid as the orgasm locked onto every cell
.

“
Yes baby, yes.
”
His
demand
growled as he
jab
b
ed
his finger
in and out of my
dripping heat
while
his other finger wiggled frantically
over my clit
.
Ecstas
y gripped
my
every
nerve
,
it was l
ike
being electrocuted with
it
! I rode the current
, my shrill cries echoing the intensity.
“God
damn,
come all over me baby
.”
This right next to my gas
p
ing mouth.

Time and reality gradually returned
a
s
his movements slowed. H
e
eased
his fi
n
ger
out and tenderly stroked up and down
my
still
humming
lips
. I turned to meet his kisses and
h
e immediately
demonstrated on my mouth what he was wanting in that s
e
cond. He traced
all over
my lips with his tongue
, in and out,
then
sucked
the lower,
moaning.

“Welcome to New York,” he whispered
, his kisses turning achingly tender
.

My heart fluttered and
I gasped a light laugh
.
“
Wow
. Thank you.”

His lips broke into a smile against m
ine
.
“Much more where that came from.
Let’s go.” He finally pulled away and shamelessly sucked my essence off his finger.
Made me hungry to do the same damn thing to him.
And I would.

“I’ll send somebody for our stuff.” He got out and met me on the passenger side of the old pick-up.

“Is this
where
you work?”
I know he’d said we were going home, but surely this wasn’t it.
My gaze crawled up the sky scraper building with the lower glass floor
.
We ran across the street.

“Well,
kinda
.
Since I work out of my home a lot.”

Security nodded at him as we went toward an elevator at the far end of the giant open room.

“So you…live at your work?”

The doors dinged shut and he answered me with his tongue in my mouth, hands roving firmly over my body. He kissed me like he was starving until the bell dinged again. I gasped when he pulled away.
“More like I work where I live.”
H
is
eager breath hit my mouth as he rubbed his nose against mine.

I struggled to
understand
his words but he’d just kissed me senseless. I nodded and he pulled me
down a wide hall
to his “room.”

Said room took my breath away
.
It was like walking into one of those fancy magazines I read technical articles
out of
for the sake of staying current
.
Okay, more like
I was
dreaming.
It was such a contradiction from the
little
cottage
he’d just left.
S
o…fancy and…rich. I turned and met his gaze and found him standing, watching my reaction. The look on his face seemed…worried.
About what?

“You hate it.”

My brows rose that I was right—he worr
ied
about what I thought. “No!”
I gave a
light laugh
with
a wave
of my hand. “
J
ust…so different from…from what you left
is all
.” I looked all around
again
.
Stainless steel appliances
, black
shiny
counters and floor,
white
walls and ceiling
.
“
Cept
for the
blue.
”
I regarded the s
plashes of various blues everywhere.
In the décor, the pictures.
That was the only thing I recognized of him in the sterilized room.
I looked at him and my heart skipped a beat when I met
another blue.
“Like your eyes.”

He reached for the hem of his black t-shirt and removed it.

Goodness. My eyes locked on that beautiful white satin skin, pulled tight over
ripples of muscle
. I licked my lips, seeing his nipples were hard. My eyes lowered to that beautiful strip of hair disappearing where his hands now undid his blue jeans. Yes, yes.

His hands suddenly stopped
and
I looked up at him.
“You’re going to t
hink all I want you for is sex,” he said.

I swallowed and gave a light laugh.
“Of course not.”

He strolled over and took my hand, leading me to a stool at the snack bar. “Sit.”

I did, quite aware of how wet my panties were. He
unhooked
two champagne glasses
from above the bar
and set them on the counter. “We should celebrate.”

I smiled. “What are we celebrating?”

He leaned and peered below the
counte
r and brought up a bottle of champagne. I stared at his huge smile,
my
heart thundering.

“What are we celebrating?”
He dug through a drawer and produced a cork screw.
A second later,
I shrieked when the cork popped
. “We,” he filled my glass half way
with bubbly gold
. “Are celebrating,” he filled his next
,
then
held
the glass
up b
e
fore me. “Art.”

I grinned and raised my own. “Art?”

He met my smile with one of his own electric ones
and chinked our glasses t
o
gether lightly
. “Yes
.
J
eweled art.”

Heat crawled up my cheeks and I narrowed my ga
ze at how silly that was. “Okay.
” I sipped the champagne, not getting why or how that was fantastic, but loving it nonetheless.

He walked over to a wall and
one touch slid it open, revealing an array of
ele
c
tronics.
Another touch and the air
filled with soft
classical
music. Wow. He turned and
headed straight for me
, grinning
.
I held his gaze
as he
took a stool next to me. “So, tell me something I don’t know about you.”

Oh brother. I took a few sips of champagne, reminding myself to go easy. For some it was liquid courage, for me
, it was l
iquid insanity.

“What
y
ou
wanna
’
know?”

He smiled, and I realized
how Cajun sounding that came out. “You’re age would be nice.”

Oh Lord, please don’t let me be older than him.
“You first.”

Damn, that sexy grin said he wasn’t a day over twenty-five.
“Twenty-eight.”

“Oh Lord.” I took another sip, fighting off the heat creeping up my neck, not meeting his gaze. “I’m…I’m thirty-two.”

“Oh my God, really?”

I jerked my gaze up. “What?”

His brows
raised
with
a
laugh. “You look twenty-five, I’m not kidding.”
He rubbed his chest with one hand and downed his champagne
. He set his glass
on the counter
and
held his hand out to me. “Let’s dance.”

I smiled, stomach flipping. How many times had I fantasized about
slow dancing with a hunk like him? I got up and put my hand in his and he guided me to the center of the room
then proceeded to s
lowly twirl me in a spin
. I laughed and he smiled down at me,
settling both hands
softly
on my waist.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and blushed at meeting his sexy smile.

“I swear
,
you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, I’m not kidding
.
”

Oh
my gosh
, this man.  “Stop it
.
” I lowered my gaze
and bit my lower lip, smi
l
ing
.
I’d never loved words more, especially that ache in his deep voice.

“Tell me something about you Jewel. Something you’ve never told anybody b
e
fore.”

My heart raced and I suddenly wished I had my champagne. Did I have any
s
e
crets
I was willing to share?

“I’ll tell you
one about me. That nobody knows,
”
he said. “Well, not family an
y
way.”

I looked up at him, smiling. “Okay.”

Those
kiss me
lips slowly tugged to one side and his blue eyes
glitter
ed
in the
i
n
direct
lighting.
“I used to dance.”

My brows slowly r
ose
.
“Dance?
What…kind of dance?”

His
expression became
seductive and his hands lowered over my ass and pressed me close to him. “The dirty kind,” he whispered.

My insides jolted at feeling his cock. He was hard. And that tone
in his
voice…

I gasped o
ut a laugh
to hide the
desire
flooding me
.
Why was I so damn ner
v
ous?
“Dancing, wow.”
My gaze snagged on his chest. “Like…the movie dirty dancing?” I forced my eyes up to his.

He leaned and brushed my nose with his lips. “I’ll show you.”

He led me to the couch and
had me sit then
headed back to the stereo. A few s
e
conds later, techno music filled the air.

With the sleek stride of a panther, he came before me, climbed on the coffee t
a
ble, and began.
I was holding on for dear life as he put on his show, his up close and very personal show, slowly stripping his clothes off for me while moving that ass and body and cock only a
few
f
eet
away from me. I ended up laughing through the raging desire and an odd sense of pride that he would
show
me this side of him.
So this is why
he was so good in bed.

I began thinking of what in the world I could show him about myself. I didn’t have any hidden talents, nothing like that.

When it was all said and done, he turned the music back to soft and slow and made his way to me
in only his sexy, skimpy underwear. He sat on the coffee table across from me, body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “I’m not proud of that,” he said.

Not proud… “Why on earth
not?
Oh my God, you were
amazing,
I’ve
never met a man who could dance better than me!
”

His eyes sparkled. “You can dance?”

I gasped and laughed. “No, actually, I can’t, but
still,
you were
sooooo
, wow. What a treat and
honor,
thank you!” I
forced my head to quit nodding.
“How old were you when you did that?”

“
Twenty-two.
”
He
seem
ed
embarrassed.
“
Just out of college and a starving artist with a father who believed a real man should earn his way through life and art was for sissies.”