Spice (4 page)

She gave him a long look, liking what she saw and wanting to see more of it. “No, you most definitely are not.”

They stared at each other for a long, silent moment.

“What are you thinking about?” he wondered.

“Whether you're circumcised or not. What about you?”

“What you sound like when you come.”

She carefully returned her napkin to the table. “I think it's time to satisfy our curiosity, don't you?”

“Absolutely.” He stood, pulled out his wallet and tossed several bills onto the table. “Your place or mine?”

“I have both floors above the café,” Nadia said. “No one's there at night, and I have a nice bit of soundproofing between my place and the café.”

“And it's closer than my place.” He grabbed the remote with one hand, her wrist with the other, and then pulled her toward the entrance. “Did you drive over?”

“Yes.”

“Would you do me the honor of letting me take you home anyway?”

“Absolutely.”

T
hey left the restaurant quickly, then made their way to the adjacent parking lot. Kane approached a dark sedan and disarmed the alarm. He reached for the passenger door, then stopped. “I need to know something.”

“Something like what?” she asked, trying not to hop from foot to foot with impatience.

“This.” In a smooth move, he snagged an arm about her waist, pulled her close, then kissed her. His mouth slanted over hers, sure, expert, causing her toes to curl in response. She thrust her hands into his gorgeous thick hair as she kissed him back with fervor and frustration and bone-deep need. His hands tightened at her waist, pulling her closer. The feel of his arousal made her groan.

Settling his hands at her waist, he turned her until her back was against the car. In her heels, she was eye level with his throat, and a wild energy filled her, making her want to unbutton his shirt enough for her to set her teeth to his collarbone.

“You've got that look again, Nadia,” he said, his voice a low warning.

“What look is that?”

“The look that makes me want to do things right here and right now that will get us both arrested.”

Her blood sang. “Maybe we should kiss some more instead.”

“Hell yes, we should.” He pressed against her, letting her feel the ridge of his arousal. Her mouth went dry at the sensation, the tantalizing promise that he offered. Then he cupped her cheeks in his palms, fingers splaying against the back of her neck, into her hair. His right thumb swept along the curve of her lower lip, almost as if he was readying her mouth for his. Her lips parted in anticipation, her breath light and quick as she waited for him to make his move.

Move he did, slanting his mouth over hers, his lips soft but firm. Her knees went weak as he took full command of the kiss, drawing a fevered response from her. She wrapped her arms around his waist to draw him closer, to anchor herself, to better connect with him. A moan broke from her involuntarily and he took advantage, tracing the bow of her lips with the tip of his tongue, coaxing his way inside. Another moan as their tongues slid together, tasting, teasing, meeting, parting, meeting again.

His hands dropped to her waist then skimmed up her sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. Electric pulses shot through her at his touch, his mouth on hers. The man knew what he was doing all right, his kisses soft then hard, yielding then demanding. She could kiss him forever, lost in the taste of him, the stroke of his tongue along her lips, her tongue.

His left hand moved up into the deep vee of her bodice, cupping her breast through the shelf bra, his fingers expertly plucking her nipple to full and painful hardness through the material. One of them groaned, or both, she wasn't sure. She pressed herself into his hand even as she surrendered to his kiss, his touch. This was what she'd hoped for when she'd made her sexual declaration earlier that day. Someone who knew what to do with a woman's body, who knew how to offer and receive pleasure, who knew the right buttons to push and pushed them with precision.

Her legs threatened to buckle, but Kane thrust his knee between hers, pressing against her, friction holding them up. The weight of his erection, even through the layers of their clothing, branded her. Her hips thrust forward, needing more contact with him. The stimulator in her panties wasn't enough, would never be enough. She wanted him, wanted his cock inside her, as deep as she could take it, as much as he would give. She'd go crazy if she couldn't have him.

She licked along his lips, the hairs of his goatee tickling her with surprising softness, then drew his bottom lip between her teeth, lightly biting down. He growled, one hand cupping her ass, bringing her even closer to his hardened length. His other hand continued to plunder her breasts, sending lightning bolts of sensation through her.

The kiss intensified as they ground together. She forgot that they were in a parking lot. Forgot that she'd wanted to reenact
The Perfumed Garden
. All she could think about was getting naked with him, being taken by him. At that point, he could have bent her over the hood of his car, lifted her skirt, and surged into her and she would have enjoyed every moment of it.

A horn honked, followed by ribald laughter and the standard call of “Get a room.” Only then did they break apart, a good foot of space separating them. Nadia gulped for air, her nipples painfully tight, her panties damp, her pussy so very ready, senses shattered. Kane leaned away from her then lifted his hands from her slowly, as if glue held his fingers to her skin. He took a breath, his erection pressing against her through their clothes, close, so very close. He sucked in another breath, the sound loud and harsh between them, then stepped back as if forced.

“Nadia. Damn.” He stepped back again, raking a hand through his hair. “I'm usually better than this.”

A pained laugh escaped her lips. “If you were any better, I'd be coming from just your kiss.” Laughter died as she focused on his face, the sensual edge of his mouth, the need shining darkly in his eyes, the ridge of his erection behind his zipper. “We need to go, Kane.”

“Yes.” Kane opened her door for her. He couldn't resist sliding his hand down her back, the swell of her hip as he helped her into the car. Her skin was silky and smooth, sending tingles through his fingertips. Nadia Spiceland was true to her name: spicy, tasty, a delectable morsel he hoped like hell he would soon sink his teeth into. He wanted her legs wrapped around his waist, her nipples in his mouth, her cries of satisfaction in his ears.

He made his way around the car, managing to slip inside with a decent amount of grace. Nadia was so damn hot in that dress that called attention to her luscious curves. Seeing her in the restaurant for the first time, he'd wanted to immediately grab her hand and take her home—his home, her home, the café—hell, any flat surface. He'd thought her beautiful and alluring in her jeans and tight tees. In that dress, seeing her long shapely legs, hot pink painted toes in strappy black stilettos, he'd been struck dumb, even as his body filled with a nearly crushing hunger. It took several heartbeats before he remembered that he was there to win her, to claim her for his own. So he set about playing his cards, seducing her with touches, with words, with single-minded focus.

He'd meant it when he said that her stint in drug rehab didn't bother him. What she was then was not what she was now. What he needed to know of Nadia had started two months ago when he'd first walked into the café and she'd immediately soothed him, then intrigued him with the knowing gleam in her eye and the sauciness of her smile.

Then, just when he thought he'd made a most excellent and commanding impression, she'd slid the vibrator controller to him. He'd gotten so hard at that moment it hurt. Again, the animalistic urge to throw her down and rip enough clothing away to make her his had ridden him, ridden him hard. No other woman he'd been with had been so upfront in her desires, her need, her challenge to him. She'd presented him with a gift by offering him control of her pleasure, and he'd do anything and everything to be worthy of it.

“Take your panties off.”

His voice was a loud growl in the confines of the car. He could sense her surprise as she turned her head to look at him. “What?”

“Take your panties off.”

She shifted on the seat. “I'm really wet, Kane,” she said simply, causing him to groan. “I don't want to ruin your leather.”

“You won't,” he promised, not that he cared if she did. He wanted her bare. It would be one less thing he had to worry about when they reached her place. Besides, he felt a need to reassert control. He'd felt out of it from the moment she'd handed him that remote.

“Take your panties off, sweet Nadia. I want to know how spicy you are.”

Silence. Then she lifted her hips, reaching beneath her skirt. He forgot to breathe as she executed a set of perfect shimmies that fired his blood even more. He could almost sense her challenging grin as she draped the tiny scrap of black lace over the gearshift. “Well?”

Kane inhaled deeply. The scent of her arousal hit him deep in the hindbrain. His grip tightened on the steering wheel. How the fuck long did a red light last in this damn town? Nadia lived two blocks away, but it might as well have been two hundred miles, it was taking so long to get there. “Thank you,” he said, keeping his voice level, even amused, with an effort. “Now, spread your knees. Keep your skirt up.”

She did, then had the audacity to ease the seat back so that she could put her feet up on the dash. “Would you like for me to touch myself too?”

He wasn't going to survive the night. “Don't be cheeky,” he admonished her. “Your orgasms belong to me, remember?”

“The controller—”

“Is unnecessary at this point,” he interrupted. “I don't want to give the impression that I need props to give you what you want.”

Another fucking light, one more block. Damn downtown Crimson Bay at night. “Tonight is about introducing our bodies to each other. Seeing how we fit. If we suit, we can start the reenactments from the book tomorrow. Is that acceptable?”

“Yes.” She drew in a shuddering breath. “I don't think I have the patience or the focus for the book tonight.”

“Good.” They pulled into the parking deck that serviced the mixed-use development that housed Nadia's café and condo. She gave him the code, then directed him to her guest parking space. Biting back his impatience, he walked around to hand her out of the car, his gaze fastened to her legs as she swung out and to her feet. When she reached for her thong, he said, “Leave it. I want physical proof that tonight actually happened.”

Her eyes glittered as they walked to the elevator. “It does seem surreal, doesn't it? I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin if I have to wait much longer for you to kiss me again.” She pushed the elevator button.

The doors immediately opened and he breathed a silent prayer of thanks. “You don't have to wait.” He cupped her cheeks as they all but fell into the elevator. He kissed her like a man suffocating and she the purest oxygen, devouring her mouth, taking her taste, her air, the sweetness of her lips. Her arms went around his neck as she pressed herself against him, rubbing against his cock as if she couldn't help it.

“Poor thing.” Wrapping one hand around her waist, he slipped the other beneath her skirt to find her core. He caught her moan as his fingers brushed her damp mound, the slick engorged bud of her clit. He probed lower, then thrust his finger into her slit, groaning himself as he encountered the heat of her channel for the first time. “Ride my hand until the door opens,” he murmured against her mouth. “Take the edge off.”

Without hesitation she did, grinding against his hand as he continued to take her mouth, breathless moans dotting her lips as he kept away from her clit. He wanted that sweet pussy gripping his cock when she came for him for the first time. And the second. And maybe even the third.

He didn't remember much about getting from the elevator to Nadia's door. He did remember standing behind her, pressing kisses along her shoulders and the back of her neck as she fumbled with unlocking the door. “I can't wait to make you come,” he whispered in her ear just before his teeth closed on her earlobe.

She squealed, dropping the keys. “Dammit!”

“I'll get them.” He bent down to retrieve them, getting a good look at the length of her legs, the strappy black sandals, the bright pink of her toes. “I want you to leave these on,” he told her roughly, skimming his fingers up her ankle to her thigh as he regained his feet. “Only these.”

Nadia could only nod as he unlocked her door, then stepped back for her to enter. She managed to deactivate the alarm, then tossed her keys and clutch onto the hall table. Turning to face him, she reached for the straps holding her dress up, loosened them, then let the garment fall to the floor, her bra following soon after. Her entire body vibrated with the need to be taken.

“You're so damn beautiful.” A gleam of hunger lit the depths of his eyes as his gaze raked her from head to toe. “Or as the ancient Egyptians said, ‘She is one girl, there is no one like her. She is more beautiful than any other. Look, she is like a star goddess arising at the beginning of a happy new year.'”

God. Who knew quoting erotic poetry would do it for her? She held out her arms. “I need you, Kane.”

“You have me.”

The poor man didn't have a chance. She launched herself at him, plastering his face with kisses, hands going for his belt as he worked the buttons of his shirt. It took too damn long, but then again, he had to wear the clothes back home. Then they switched, Kane reaching for his wallet before kicking his trousers away as Nadia pushed his shirt from his shoulders. He extracted a couple of foil packets then threw the wallet toward the door.

Her eyes slid shut at the first touch of bare skin on bare skin. His hand cupped her breast, thumb brushing across the hardened tip. A purr of pleasure escaped her throat as she shoved her hands into his hair, guiding his mouth to her other breast. He obliged her silent request, laving the tight bud with his tongue. The purr grew to a moan as he sucked her nipple into the warmth of his mouth. “Kane.”