The Next Move (7 page)

         
"You know," she said, touching his face. "It won’t take me long to feed Dylan’s animals…"

         
He kissed her again. "Your place or mine?"

Ten

         
Chris’s date, Wendy, drained the last of her drink and put her napkin on the table. "I’m going to run to the ladies’ room. I’ll be right back."

         
Across the table, Chris smiled. "I’ll be here."
Please, take your time
. He wasn’t sure he could get through another story about some of the more gruesome highlights of her career as an emergency room nurse. Another few minutes and he was going to make a quick escape to the men’s room just to have a moment without hearing about what kinds of foreign objects people had lodged into various parts of their bodies.

         
As soon as she was out of sight, he exhaled. She was cute, she was friendly, but this was definitely not going to be a repeat date. She was just attractive enough that he would have, not long ago, let it venture into one night stand territory—assuming her idea of pillow talk wasn’t as macabre as her dinner table conversation—but he had a backup plan now.

         
Plan B, thy name is Katrina
. He fished his phone out of his pocket, keeping it under the table as he pulled up Kat’s number. Glancing in the direction of the ladies’ room to be sure Wendy was still out of sight, he sent Kat a text message.
If you want to get together tonight, call me in ten minutes and play along
.

         
Seconds after he sent the message, Wendy returned to the table. Sipping her water, she said, "Oh, I didn’t tell you about the guy that came in after he crashed his motorcycle and landed on—and I do mean
on
—a fencepost…"

         
Just when she got to what Chris assumed would be

the gory climax of the story, his phone rang. He rolled his eyes, masking his relief and excitement. "Damn it, I’m sorry. That’s probably my office." He pulled the phone out of his pocket, his heart racing when Kat’s name showed up on the screen. "Yeah, I have to take this. It’ll only be a minute."

         
"Take your time," Wendy said, sipping her water.

         
He smiled and flipped his phone open. "Chris Bailey."

         
"What if I don’t want to play along?" Kat’s voice made his head spin.
It’s on. It is so on
.

         
"Jim, I’m not on call tonight, you—"

         
"Oh, you’d better believe you’re on call tonight, Mr. Bailey." Kat laughed.

         
Chris cleared his throat. "Kyle is just as capable of fixing the system as I am. Why—"

         
"What’s wrong with this system, only you can fix, Christian."

         
He rubbed his forehead, hoping Wendy took it for an aggravated gesture, rather than an attempt to hide the fact that his cheeks were, he was sure, turning red. "Why the fuck aren’t you calling Kyle? He’s on call tonight."

         
In a sultry voice, she said, "Because Kyle has a tiny cock and can’t find my clit with an anatomy chart and a flashlight."

         
Chris snorted with laughter. Remembering his aggravated façade, he glanced at Wendy, then cleared his throat. "That lucky bastard. Fine. He owes me big time for this."

         
"When will you be here?"

         
As soon as I bloody well can, baby
. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and scowled. "I, fuck, I can be there in an hour?" He looked up at Wendy. Her shoulders dropped a little and the corners of her mouth pulled down in a disappointed expression. He gave her an apologetic shrug and mouthed "Sorry."

         
"If you aren’t here in the next forty-five minutes," Kat said, almost whispering. "I might have to start without you."

         
Chris gulped. "Oh. Shit. I, um. I’ll be there as—"

         
"Mmm, I don’t know if I can even wait that long," she moaned.

"I’ll be there as soon as I can." He snapped his phone

shut before Kat could tease him any further. He glanced at Wendy. "I’m really, really sorry, there’s no way I can get out of this one."

         
"Emergency at work?"

         
He nodded. "The whole system went down and nobody bothered to tell me that the guy who’s supposed to be on call this weekend took off to Vegas."

         
She laughed. "Lucky him."

         
"Not when he gets back in town, he won’t be," Chris said with a laugh. "Anyway, let me take care of the check, and then I’d better go."

~ * ~

         
If Chris didn’t already have a hard-on when he arrived at Kat’s apartment, he would have gotten one the instant she opened the door.

         
She wore nothing but a shiny green bathrobe, probably silk or satin, that was loosely tied around her waist and
just
long enough to keep from revealing whether or not she wore panties. The top was mostly open, and panties or not, she was definitely not wearing a bra.

         
"Oh thank God," she said, putting her hand on her barely covered chest as she let him in. "Here I thought they’d send Kyle again."

         
"Do you have any idea how hard you made it for me to get through that call?" He growled as he kicked the door shut behind him and pulled her into his arms.

         
Sliding a hand between them, she squeezed his cock. "I think I have a pretty good idea, yes."

         
"Tease."

         
"It only took you a half hour to get here," she said, backing him up against the door as her fingers found his zipper pull. "So whatever I did must have worked."

         
"What you do always works." He kissed her as he untied her robe. "Besides, I had to get here before you started without me."

         
She moaned softly and bit her lip as his fingers found her pussy. He circled her clit a couple of times, then slipped fingers inside her, stroking slowly and easily.

         
"Then again," he whispered, bending to kiss her neck when she let her head fall back. "I think you did start without me."

         
"No," she murmured. "I didn’t do anything until you got here."

         
"I think you’re lying," he said, nipping the side of her neck and pressing his palm into her clit. "I think you’ve been thinking filthy thoughts…" Her back arched, pushing her semi-covered breasts against him. He kissed her shoulder, flicking his tongue across her collarbone. "And I think you’ve done more than just
think
those filthy thoughts." He slid his fingers deeper, her pussy accepting them with no resistance.

         
"Oh, I’ve been thinking dirty thoughts," she said, half-moaning. "But I haven’t done a thing."

         
"Mmm, are you sure about that?" he said. "Your pussy is telling me otherwise."

         
She laughed softly and drew his zipper down as she whispered, "That’s all from my dirty little mind. See what you do to me when you aren’t even here?"

He closed his eyes, taking a long breath through his nose. "I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t take much longer getting here, then." He kissed his way up her neck to her jaw, then up to her lips. "You might have set the place on fire."

She wrapped her fingers around his cock, taking his breath away with a gentle squeeze. "I think," she whispered, stroking him slowly. "That
we
might set the place on fire."

"I hope you have insurance."

"I hope you have health insurance." She gently pushed his hand away from her pussy and stepped back. He started to follow, but she kept him against the door with a hand on his chest.

"Stay there," she said. She drew her fingers across her chest, hooking them under the open sides of her robe and letting it slide over her shoulders. With a subtle shrug, she shed the robe.

Chris let out a breath. It didn’t matter that this wasn’t the first time he’d seen her naked, she still took his breath away every time. The swell of her hips practically commanded his hands to grab them and pull her against his cock, but when he reached for her, she caught his wrists and pushed them against the door beside him.

"Patience, Chris," she said. Releasing his wrists, she leaned back just enough to give herself room to unbutton his shirt. "Now that you’re here…" She opened one button. "We have all night." Another button. "Why rush?"

He sucked in a breath as she kissed her way down his neck, past the hollow of his throat, and down the narrow path of exposed skin that widened with each loosened button. By the time her fingers went for his belt, she was on her knees and he trembled with arousal.

He knew she was going to, knew exactly why she was down there, but when her tongue circled the head of his cock, he gasped at the lightning bolt that shot up his spine. He gripped the doorknob for balance, his other hand grasping her hair as she took his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

"Oh God, that’s perfect," he moaned, closing his eyes as she fucked him with her mouth. "Jesus, Kat, that’s perfect…" He let his head fall back against the door and covered his eyes with one hand, as if the low light in the room was too intense.

As he did, he caught the scent on his fingers, the scent of
her
. He drew in a long breath through his nose, and exhaled. "Kat, let’s go in the bedroom."

She stopped and looked up, still stroking with one hand as she grinned at him. "You don’t want to stay out here?"

"Not unless you have condoms within arm’s reach, because I want to fuck you."

She stood and kissed him. "Bedroom, then."

In the bedroom, she pushed his jacket and shirt off of his shoulders. They both struggled briefly with his belt, then he quickly shed the rest of his clothes as she got a condom out of the drawer and opened it.

"If I didn’t know any better," he said against her lips as he rolled the condom on. "I’d think you wanted to get laid tonight."

"Can’t imagine what gave you that idea," she said, trailing her fingernails down his chest and abs. She laughed softly as her touch made his stomach muscles contract.

"Just a theory." He nudged her towards the bed. "Now let me test my theory."

She ran her nails up his back, making him gasp. "Get on your back," she whispered.

"Now
that
I’m not going to argue with," he said. He did as she asked and she sat over him, pressing against his cock but not taking him inside her yet. Cupping her breasts, he gently pinched her nipples, grinning as she whimpered softly. He
had
to be inside her.
Now
. "Fuck me, Kat."

"I will," she said, grinning as she pushed against him again. "I-
ooh
…" She closed her eyes, sucking in a breath.

"What? What is it?"

Her hips moved again and she shivered. "Oh, wow…"

"Kat, what—" He started to take his hands away from her breasts, but she grabbed them and held them in place.

She bit her lip and shuddered. "Don’t stop…don’t stop doing that."

The familiar flush of her face and neck told him exactly what she was doing. He kept playing with her nipples, watching in breathless wonderment as she moved back and forth, pushing her clit against the shaft of his cock. As much as he wanted to be inside her when she came, this was simply too hot to pass up. His cock was going to make her come and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. Raising his hips just slightly, he moved with her, and watched the shudders become tremors.

"Oh God," she moaned. Her spine straightened and she gasped. "Oh my God, I’m…" Her eyes shut tight and she whimpered with pleasure as she came. As soon as her orgasm took over, she lost her balance, falling forward slightly. She caught herself, but she’d shifted just enough to lift her hips, and Chris didn’t waste the opportunity.

Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down onto his cock, nearly coming himself when her pussy—still in the throes of an orgasm—convulsed around him. He thrust upward, driven by her cries and gasps and the way she tightened around him with each stroke.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned. "Oh, fuck, you’re…" He stopped abruptly when her hips came down, driving him all the way inside her, but also keeping his hips against the bed. He was certainly strong enough to push back, but the movement told him she wanted to take control.

She took one of his hands off her hip and pinned it on the pillow beside his head, then the other. She was breathless, her face still flushed with arousal, but she was more in control than he was. He desperately wanted to put her on her back and fuck her as hard as he could, but her movements were slow. Smooth.
Controlled
. She didn’t move up and down on him, instead rolling her hips forward and back, taking him all the way inside her on each down stroke.