Just One Look (Women of Substance) (6 page)

“It doesn’t matter. The moment you knocked me on my ass and I found myself looking up into your beautiful gaze, she was history.”

I stared at him. How could I be angry with him after a remark like that?

He cupped a hand against my cheek while linking the fingers of his other hand through mine. “Come home with me. I know this great restaurant that does fantastic takeout or we can have dinner in one of the restaurants in my complex.”

Standing so close to him with my hand in his and the aroma of his cologne intoxicating my senses, I found I didn’t care about anything—except being with him. I leaned closer and raised my chin.

He bent his head and brushed his lips against mine. “I promise I’ll treat you with the respect you deserve, honey.”

God I hoped so because there was no way in hell I didn’t want to wind up in bed with him that night.

He kissed me on my mouth and lifted his head. “Will you follow me?”

Straight into hell if necessary.
I nodded.

He walked me to my SUV, waited until I got inside and then walked two spots down to his car.

Fifty minutes later, he ushered me into a large, two-story condo. He had two bedrooms, each with full bathrooms with jetted tubs and separate glass enclosed showers. The living room had a vaulted ceiling and an ornate fireplace. Each bedroom had a separate balcony and walk-in his and her closets.

The kitchen was an exquisite array of build-in stainless steel appliances, marble surfaces, and cherry wood cabinets.

“Do you want to go downstairs and eat or do you want to go out?” he asked when we stood at the French windows in the moonlit living room.

It was a beautiful night—perfect for fucking—all night long. But how could I convey my desire without appearing like an easy hussy happily dispensing free milk?

I moistened my lips.

Standing behind me, he bent his head and kissed my neck, below my ear.

I leaned back against him, closing my eyes.

He slipped his arms around my waist. “Or we could worry about food later. “ He nibbled at my ear. “Much later.”

His body behind mine felt big and hard—just as I loved a man’s body. To hell with food. I wanted to feel his cock hardening against my ass before he thrust it deep into my pussy. His big hands rested on my hips. I reached down to lift them and placed them over my breasts.

He gently massaged my breasts while he kissed and licked at the side of my neck.

I pushed my ass back against his body and turned my head, greedy to feel his lips teasing or even coercing mine apart.

He stroked a hand down from my breasts to slip under my dress and into my thong.

I gasped as I felt his thumb press against my clit before he eased his fingers inside me. Foreplay that includes finger fucking always revved me up fast.

I shuddered and parted my lips in response to his skillful fingers.

His warm mouth brushed against mine seconds before his tongue pressed inside.

A jolt of desire shook me. I moaned and closed my legs, imprisoning his fingers in my wet pussy.

He pushed his fingers in and out of me with a steady and delicious pressure.

Sucking on his tongue, I ground my ass against his groin, and creamed the fingers thrusting in and out of me.

He tore his mouth from mine and eased his fingers out of me.

“Don’t stop,” I protested, my eyes fluttering open.

“Just for a few moments,” he whispered. He stepped back and unzipped my dress.

I closed my eyes while he rained moist kisses against my neck, shoulders and back. When he lifted his head, he reached for the hem of my dress.

I pushed his hand away. “We’re in front of the window,” I reminded him. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”

“Too far away. I need you now.” He took my hand in his and led me across the room. He positioned me against the wall near the bar along one wall and pulled my dress up and over my head.

My thong and bra were quickly removed and tossed aside as well.

Standing naked in front of him, I wondered what he thought of my breasts. They were natural and large, which meant they tended to sag a little instead of being perfectly round like breasts filled with silicon.

“Damn.”

I tensed.

“Damn,” he said again, staring at my breasts. “I’d almost forgotten how lovely naturally large breasts could be.”

With that single remark, spoken in a voice filled with what sounded like reverence, I forgave him for any and all his references to cows and free milk.

He cupped his hands over my breasts. “How good to feel… to touch…” He bent his head. “To taste.”

I inhaled slowly as he took the tip of my right nipple between his lips and pressed his tongue against it. Oh yes! I curled my fingers in his hair and guided his mouth to my other nipple.

Sucking on the hardened tip of my breast, he slid his palm down over my belly to slide back between my legs.

Oh lord, yes.

He rubbed the tip of his thumb against my clit and then slipped his fingers into me.

I pushed my hips forward, rocking them in time with the motion of his hand. “Oh…oh…feels so good.”

He released my breast and slowly trailed his warm lips down my body.

I opened my eyes as he knelt in front of me, his gaze locked on my pussy.

I bit my lip, my heart racing. “Anderson?”

He leaned forward and brushed his mouth against my shaved pubes before he looked up at me. “You smell good enough to eat.”

My heartbeat quickened in anticipation. I parted my legs further.

Putting one hand on my waist, he used the fingers of his other hand to part my folds and pushed his tongue against my clit

I trembled.
Yes. Oh yes!

He slowly dragged his tongue along my slit. Then he slipped his tongue and fingers inside me.

“Oh…god!” I moaned, sliding my fingers through his hair. It had been so long since I’d had a man eat me as if my pussy was a delicacy he couldn’t get enough of. I loved the way he took his time, slowly pushing me to within seconds of coming before he cupped his palms over my ass and licked, nipped, and tongued me to an incredible climax.

I dragged his face as close as I could, humping it as I came.

He tongued my pussy, lapping at my cum.

Oh lord it felt so good I could barely contain myself. My legs shook and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

He pressed a warm kiss against each of my nipples.

I leaned my head against him while I allowed my heartbeat to return to as normal as possible while I was nude in front of him.

He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my neck. “Why don’t you go take a quick shower and then we’ll go out to dinner?”

I lifted my head to look at him. “What about you?”

He caressed my cheek. “I’m fine.”

I reached a hand down to cup over his cock. He was semi-erect and I felt pre-cum on the head of his shaft. “Are you?”

He drew back and urged my hand away from his groin. “Okay, I’m not but I will be after a cold shower.” He rose and reached down to lift me to my feet.

“You don’t have to resort to a cold shower,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn.

He smiled. “You’re as sweet and considerate as you are pretty. I can wait.” He kissed my cheek and bent to pick up my clothes. “You can use the guest shower.”

“Are you going to join me?”

“If I do, we’ll never make it out of here tonight.”

“You say that as if that would be a bad thing.”

He smiled. “No but I’d prefer to actually take you out before our first fuck.” He slapped my ass. “Don’t be long.”

Conscious of his gaze locked on my ass, I slowly walked towards the door. As I reached it, I turned and inserted a finger in my pussy. “Sure you don’t want to join me?”

He inhaled quickly. “Hell yeah, but I won’t.”

“Your loss.”

“Not for long, honey.”

Lord I hoped not. Smiling, I left him in the living room to go shower.

When I returned to the living room, I found him pacing in front of the French doors. He turned to stare at me while I posed in the living room door. “Well?”

“Damn you’re a beautiful woman.” He quickly crossed the room to enclose me in a brief embrace. “We’d better get out of here now,” he said when he released me.

I felt almost dizzy with glee walking with him from the condo and down to his car. None of my other lovers had ever been so vocal about finding me sexy and attractive. Even though we didn’t touch, he just projected a great wall of desire at me that I was eager to have consume me.

We had dinner in Olde City. Each time I looked up, I found his dark gaze locked on my face. And all I could think about was sex and more sex.

“Who was he?” he asked.

My appetite wasn’t any better than his. I put my fork down. “Who?”

“The man at the bar.”

You mean my now ex lover?
“A friend.”

He arched a brow. “He was more than a friend.”

“Not anymore—thanks to you.”

“If you’re waiting for me to apologize, you’re going to be in for a long wait.”

Even while his attitude annoyed me, it also excited me. I couldn’t remember the last time a man had gone out of his way to make sure another one knew I was his. “Why would you want to harm my relationship with him?”

“So I don’t have to worry about his sleeping with you.”

“I never said he and I—”

“You didn’t have to. I saw the way he looked at you—as if he’d seen you naked many times.”

I shrugged.

“Is there anyone else I should know about?” he asked.

Being a single woman with an active sex drive wasn’t easy. He’d ruined things with Rick. Damn if I’d allow him to do the same with Jim. “No one I’m going to introduce you to,” I said, deciding I didn’t want to lie to him.

He narrowed his gaze. “I’m not interested in sharing you with another man.”

I felt a jolt of pleasure at the admission. “That’s quite an admission, but whether or not I sleep with another man is my choice alone, Anderson.”

“The hell it is.”

I blinked at him. “What am I missing? You told me the relationship you just ended wasn’t exclusive on your part.”

“What’s your point, Narena?”

“You’ve given me no reason to think you wouldn’t expect the same arrangement with me. You get to sleep around but expect me to be exclusive to you.”

“I never said I expected her to be exclusive to me. I didn’t.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I already told you. I’m not interested in sharing you with another man. What part of that statement are you having difficulty understanding?”

“But you intend to sleep with other women?” I shook my head. “That arrangement doesn’t work for me, Anderson.”

He leaned closer. “When did I say I expected or wanted to sleep with other women?”

The question sent a jolt of pleasure through me. Was he implying he wanted a serious relationship?
Don’t get too excited.
“Do you plan to sleep with other women?”

He inhaled slowly before he responded. “Probably.”

Damn him. “And you can and should expect me to do the same with other men.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said coolly and abruptly close. He moved to stand at my side with his hand extended. “Dance?”

“You’re delusional if you think I’m going to be exclusive while you whore around.” Annoyed at the way he smiled, I slapped my hand in his and rose.

He slipped an arm around my shoulders, walked me onto the dance floor, and took me in his arms.

He nipped my ear. “You’re not going to want another man,” he promised.

“Someone sounds overconfident,” I shot back.

He laughed and massaged my ass. “Someone is confident that you and your pussy are going to be all mine.”

Something about his tone and confidence excited me so much I shivered. Wanting to be all his was not on my agenda but damn if I didn’t want to be his for the night.

“All bets are off after tonight,” I said and took full advantage of the dim club lighting to unzip his pants and slip my hand inside and into his briefs. I closed my fingers over his cock and leaned forward to suck at his neck.

He inhaled sharply, pushing his hips forward. “Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish,” he warned. “Tonight.”

“I was prepared to finish it earlier tonight. Coming here was your idea,” I reminded him and slid my hand down to massage his balls.

“Then let’s go make love.”

I was more in the mood for a good hard fuck but didn’t feel comfortable enough with him to admit it. “Sounds like a plan.” I reluctantly released his balls and withdrew my hand from his pants.

When we left the restaurant, he took my hand in his and didn’t release it until we reached his car.

He started the engine and then turned to look at me. “You know once and one night isn’t going to be enough. Don‘t you?”

With the feel of his cock and balls hardening under my fingers fresh in my mind, I moistened my lips.

“I’ll drive you home so you can pack a bag. Then we’ll spend the weekend at my place.”

I normally didn’t like men dictating to me but his masculine swagger excited me.

He leaned over to press a warm kiss against my mouth before he settled in his seat.

I fastened my seatbelt and turned to watch him as he pulled out of the parking lot.

I spent nearly the entire drive to my apartment studying his profile and fantasizing about feeling his hard cock sliding inside me.

In my bedroom, I lingered in front of my closet trying to decide what to take.

“Just grab a few things and let’s go.”

I glanced over my shoulder. Anderson stood in my bedroom door watching me. “Just give me a few more minutes.”

“Why? Just grab a few things and toss them in the bag. The choice doesn’t require a lot of time.”

I frowned. “I want to make a good impression.”

“You did that when you knocked me on my ass. It took just one look and I was hooked. So that battle’s already won.”

I smiled. “You sure know how to make a woman feel pretty.”

“You are pretty.” He walked into the room and slipped his arms around me. “Anyway, it’s not like I plan to let you keep much on this weekend,” he pointed out with his lips against the back of my neck.