Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) (23 page)

“You wouldn’t dare,” he taunted.

“Oh, yeah? Watch me.” With a firm grip on his coat and pants, she pulled him over onto his side. His dick was aimed right at her and his furry buns gleamed in the dim light. “Or maybe I’ll bite it first.
Then
I’ll spank you.”

As she leaned over, his cock nestled between her bare breasts and she felt another spurt creaming her skin
as she sank her teeth into his cute little ass.

“Bad boy,” she whispered. “Getting cum all over my nice, clean tits.
I actually took a shower and got all dressed up for you. You’re gonna have to lick that off.”

“Make me.”

Emily had never spanked anyone before, let alone someone who had their dick wedged between her tits. However, despite the cramped quarters, she was able to deliver a slap on his ass that made her hand sting. His satisfied grunt made her do it again.

“One more time,” he pleaded.

The third time was the charm. Gasping for breath, he unloaded on her cleavage.

“Now
. Lick. My. Tits.”

She choked back a scream as he
lunged at her with terrifying speed, devouring her breasts along with their coating of semen, teasing her nipples until she came with a jolt.

Panting, Alan rolled over onto his back, his erection still pointing straight up.

“Honest to God, Em. You do more to me with your clothes on than any other woman has done naked.” He raked a hand through his hair. “No. Better make that
three
naked women.
Damn
.”

“You’ve done three at once?”

“No, but you know I could.”

“Yeah. Most men can’t even satisfy
one.” Sighing, she sat up and fastened her bra without bothering to check for splatters. As thorough as he’d been, she doubted he’d missed any of it. “You’re simply the best.”

“
Thanks. Like I said, you’re no slouch yourself.”

She giggled. “Neither is your dick. Think you can get it back in your pants?”

“I hope so.”

Pulling up his
slacks, he tucked his dick up against his stomach and zipped them up.

“Have you ever had that checked out? You know, like that ‘erection lasting more than four hours’ warning that comes with
Viagra?”

“No. And I’ve never been sure what they’d do for a guy who had that problem. Stick a pin in it and deflate it like a balloon?”

“If anyone did that to you, you’d bleed to death.”

“Which is why I’ve never
shown it to a doctor.”

“I understand completely.”

* * * *

On th
e way to the restaurant, Emily related her friend Kathy’s astute observations regarding the sanctity of motherhood. “I’ll never view Mother’s Day with the same degree of reverence again.”

“Or Father’s Day,” Alan added. “Funny how you never think about stuff like that until someone points it out to you.”

“I know. Nothing so saintly as motherhood, yet nothing so base as sex.” She shrugged. “Weird.”

After parking the Jeep
on the street across from the restaurant, he hopped out and went around to open her door, pleased that she didn’t complain when he behaved in a gentlemanly fashion. Most women didn’t like having doors opened for them unless they had their hands full. Emily, on the other hand, took his proffered hand with gratitude.

“It’s a long way down out of this thing,” she said. “Especially in heels.”

“You look fabulous,” he said, kissing her cheek.

“Thanks.”

He wasn’t kidding, either. Her hair had that soft fullness he couldn’t seem to get enough of, and she wore a flowing white wool coat over a silvery blouse with a red, black, and silver plaid skirt—simple, elegant, and Christmasy. And those red shoes were
hot
.

“You’re making me wish I’d brought along a change of clothes.”

“I think you look very handsome.” Grasping the lapels of his coat, she kissed him back. “In a scruffy-looking Nerf herder sort of way. Although a change of underwear might’ve been a good idea.”

“
Yeah. I’ll have to remember to do that tomorrow.”

She frowned. “Are you going to have this problem
every day?”

“Maybe. This is new territory for me.”

He wasn’t completely sure why. He’d always been interested in sex, and though there’d been several women who’d turned him on more than others, he’d never felt anything like he did at that moment—standing on the sidewalk on a clear December night, the frigid air making clouds out of his breath while Emily gazed up at him with an expression that turned his insides to mush.

“Me
, too,” she said. “In so many ways.”

She
didn’t explain further, but held his arm as they crossed the street. Alan was about to burst with pride or something like it. After a brief, futile attempt to identify that emotion, he simply took a deep breath and let the evening unfold around him. With a beautiful, sexy lady on his arm and a dinner reservation—he’d planned ahead at least that much—the night’s pleasures awaited.

The transition from the brisk wind on the street to the warmth of the building was shocking but satisfying. Inhaling the mingled aromas of pungent spices helped distract him from the scent of the lady by his side. But not for long. When they reached their table, he caught another whiff of the amazing fragrance that was so uniquely hers as he held her chair for her.

“Glad I already had an appetizer,” Emily said as she scanned the menu. “Seems like all of these have cilantro in them. I know it’s very trendy, but I can’t stand the stuff.” She read further. “No, wait. Here’s one…Tao Hoo Tod,
deep-fried tofu served with choice of homemade peanut sauce or sweet chili sauce. That sounds good.”

Momentarily puzzled, he shot her a questioning glance, only to realize the “appetizer” to which she was referring.

Better let that one pass.
“You do like the hot stuff, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah. Not sure I want to try anything with a five star heat rating, but I could probably go with one or two stars.” She leaned closer and lowered her voice to a conspiratory whisper. “You, um, might be glad of that later.”

“I can’t handle the five-star spicy, myself. Especially
you know where
.”

“I believe I do.” With a flick of her brow, she went back to studying the menu. “Hmm…Pad Prik…interesting name, don’t you
think? Three stars, though. Better not risk it. I prefer my pricks plain, anyway—although the cookie dough icing was quite tasty.”

Her dry
, conversational tone had Alan laughing like an idiot. “I’m pleased to hear it.”

“Mm
m…might be good with some of these desserts, though. Tapioca pearl with young coconut...and just think what we could do with vanilla ice cream and sticky rice.”

“Emily. Be careful.”

“What?”

“I’m sort of teetering on the edge here.”

“Really? That’s nice.”

He shot her a scowl.
“You don’t think I can make it through dinner, do you?”

“I don’t know, but I’m guessing you can’t. I tried to help you out back there in the parking lot. Not sure it did any good.”

“I can get through dinner,” he protested. “I do it all the time.”

“I certainly hope so,”
she said. “Because I’m not doing it in a restaurant.”

Her firm
statement had almost the same effect as smacking his ass. His balls twitched and his dick started drooling again. “I saw that in a movie once—a guy pushed his girlfriend back onto a table and climbed on top of her. Everyone was cheering them on. I’ve dreamed about doing it ever since.” Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh. “Oh,
wow
....”

She snorted a laugh.
“You’re hopeless.”

“
Maybe, but you’re teasing me.”

“I know. Sorry.” She glanced down at her menu. “I’ve never been able to
tease a guy before. Obviously, I’m not very good at it.”

“What do you mean? You’re doing a fine job.”

She shrugged. “This is the way I’ve always wanted to be—not so stuffy and careful and politically correct and all that crap. I feel…freer with you—more open and honest. God knows after all the sexy talking you’ve done…”

“Does that bother you?”

“Shocks me a little sometimes, but no, it doesn’t bother me.” She heaved a sigh. “Okay. I’ll shut up. We probably shouldn’t carry on like this in public, anyway. Might get us arrested or kicked out of here.”

“
I doubt that—and I’m not telling you to stop. I just want to be sure you understand the consequences.”

Pressing her lips together, she stared down at the table in front of her, blinking rapidly
. “Yeah, there are always consequences. Dane—that’s my ex—would slam the door on any kind of sexual banter. And to kiss me in public? Never. He’d push me away anytime I tried it.”

Alan nearly panicked.
Moments before, everything had been perfect. Now, he was pretty sure he’d blown it again. Focused on his own emotional baggage, he kept forgetting how much she’d been hurt.

I should learn when to keep my mouth shut.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean those kinds of consequences—and I only
thought
about nailing you on the table. Didn’t say I’d actually
do
it.” He gave her a wink. “Besides, these tables are too small.”

She let out
a shaky little chuckle. “Oh, Alan. I do love you. The way you can make me laugh, even when—”

Alan felt the blood drain from his face. “
What did you say?”

She
stared at him for a long moment. “That you make me laugh even when I—”

“No
, before that.”

“I
–I don’t know,” she said, clearly flustered by his question. “Honestly—”

“You said y
ou loved me,” he snapped, his harsh tone making it sound like an accusation. Perhaps it was.  

“Did I? Yes
–yes, I suppose I did, but—”

“Did you mean it?”

Cha
pter 17

Emily had said
I love you
, all right. But was it true or simply a figure of speech? She wasn’t sure. She opened her mouth to reply, but closed it again, wanting to be absolutely certain before she blurted out anything else.

Do
I love him?
She’d certainly been prepared to fall in love with Alan. Her desperate search proved that much. No one ever really fell in love that quickly, though—not like in the movies when one glance was all it took. Stuff like that didn’t happen in real life.

O
r did it? She tried to remember how long she’d known Dane before she told him she loved him. Then she realized she never had. She’d never said it to Chad, not even in jest. To the best of her knowledge, those words had never come out of her mouth before, and now, here she was, tossing them at Alan as though making a joke.

“
No one has ever said that to me.
Ever
.”

H
e seemed furious—glaring at her and biting off his words. She’d never seen him even remotely angry before, but her suspicion that he could freeze her solid with one swift glance from those slate blue eyes was correct. She couldn’t move a muscle and was shaking like a leaf, her pulse beating like a drum in her ears.

“Is that a problem
?” she finally asked. “Don’t you want me to love you?”

Sharp little knives stabbed at her heart and
a chill spread outward from that same spot. He’d said all sorts of wonderfully romantic things to her. Was that
why he was upset—because she hadn’t said it right?

“I’m sorry,”
she whispered. “I didn’t mean to upset you. It just...popped out.”

Alan blinked
as though coming to his senses following a blow to the head. “Then you
didn’t
mean it.” He took a deep breath. “Right. I thought so. Sorry I overreacted.”

“It’s okay.
” She didn’t know what else to say. Did he think love was a bad thing? Back when he’d been wrapped around her like a blanket, he’d promised to give her as much love as she could stand. Had he actually meant love or was he only referring to sex?

Sex
was his main focus, which was okay, since...well, no, it
wasn’t
okay. Emily wanted to be loved as much as the next person. All Alan wanted was sex. Apparently he didn’t want love—had even gotten pissed when she’d suggested it. 

Fortunately, their waitress came to take their
beverage order, preventing what was sure to be an uncomfortable silence. Emily ordered a glass of Chablis when she would’ve preferred a shot of tequila. Did he still intend to pay for her dinner? Perhaps he never had. At that point, she didn’t care.