Waiting For Him (5 page)

Stone paused with his mouth very near to hers. “Keisha?”

“Hm?” Oh, God, the anticipation nearly did her in.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

Was she that obvious? Should she give him more honesty, or should she brazen it out?

He touched his mouth to hers in a brief, barely there kiss that had her swaying toward him in a silent plea for more.

“You can tell me anything, okay?” He kissed her jaw, then curled her toes with a soft, damp kiss to her throat. “I want you to know that.”

Surely that wasn’t true. He couldn’t want to hear of her reservations, or the past that had stalled her sexual curiosity, or the broken engagement that had left her humiliated and defeated.

“Tell me,” he insisted while still tasting her skin.

Keisha drew a breath. She had to say something. “I’m not quite ready yet.”

Leaning back to see her, he asked gently, “For a kiss?”

Was he mocking her? Oh, he’d said that seriously enough, but something close to amusement showed in his dark eyes, and a secret little smile played with the corners of his sexy mouth.

“A kiss is okay,” she assured him. “Great even It’s just that I—”

“Thank God.” He put his mouth to hers again, this time more firmly, lingering, moving.

Her heart thundered even as he eased away again.

“Okay?”

She nodded fast.

“How about this?” He turned his head a little, moved his lips over hers until he’d nudged them apart, then touched with is tongue.

A rush of heat stole through her. “Yes.” She clutched at his shirt and, lips parted, went to her tiptoes to make that amazing contact with his tongue again. He tasted so good, smelled delicious and felt amazing.

Suddenly everything moved, and then her back was to the door, Stone pressed up against her, his hands holding her face, his fingers in her hair.

“And this?” he asked in a husky whisper that brushed her damp lips.

She barely had time to note the rough rasp of his voice before he took her mouth in a deep, hot, tongue-twining kiss that left her knees weak and her body taut. Against her breasts, she felt the pounding of his heartbeat, and against her belly. Oh. Hello.

He ended the kiss as if it took great effort. “Damn.”

She couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen into her starved lungs. She’d known other men but none like him. She’d been kissed before but never like that.

With her hands still knotted in his shirt, she whispered, “What’s wrong?” It startled her, hearing that breathy little wisp of sound in a place of her own voice.

“Around you, I’m trigger happy.” He kissed her again, short and sweet, then put another peck to her cheekbone and one to her temple. “What is it about your, Keisha?”

Not understanding she shook her head. “Trigger happy?”

His half laugh turned into a short groan. “I think about you and I get a boner. Kissing you damn near puts me over the edge. It’s insane.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she assimilated the meaning behind the words. She’d felt the boner, of course. No missing that. Was he saying that was unusual for him?

Pressing into him, Keisha relished the feel of his excitement. For her. “Stone.”

No way. That was not something men said. Sure, she’d thought it at first but now.

“I don’t want to take advantage.”

“You’re not!”

“And,” he said, stressing the word. “Given the way Clyde jumping against my ass, I think he either wants out, or he wants you to reassure him that you’re kissing me willingly, not under duress.”

Oh, no. Maintaining her hold on Stone’s shoulders, she leaned to look around his side and saw Clyde on his hind legs, his front paws up on Stone. Her mind went blank. “He, ah, isn’t used to guys being here.”

“Doing this to you. I know.” He gave her quick kiss and released her. “All the more reason to let up on the gas pedal a little.” He turned to the dog. “So what’s it to be, my man? You need to go out?”

Clyde barked and turned a quick circle.

Bonnie joined him.

“Do you have leashes for them, or do just let them out?”

Still in a hazy fog of lust, Keisha said. “Out.”

“Through the kitchen?”

Why did he have to be so lucid and seemingly unaffected when her legs felt too shaky to support her? “To the backyard, yes.”

Reaching out to a hand to her, Stone forced her to give up the support of the front door. “Why don’t we go along, get a breath of fresh air and maybe talk a little?”

“Okay, sure. Why not?” Not like they had anything more pressing going on.

Trying to get it together, she walked beside him, but even the way he curled his big hot hand around her fingers affected her. She thought of those hands, twice the size of her own, touching other places on her body, and for once she frowned at her sweet pets. “That damned doggy door would have come in real handy right about now.”

Stone laughed as he led her and the dogs through the kitchen, to the door out in the backyard. “Look at it this way. If the dogs hadn’t interrupted, I might have taken you right there, standing against the front door. And, although I would have loved it, that’s not how your first time should be.”

He gave her a one armed hug and, with the dogs dancing around him, continued on into the yard to look around.

Keisha remained where he’d left her, frozen, her heart heavy, her vision narrowing.

So he’d heard the rumors. And believed them.

Now, just like her ex, he wanted to be the first.

Unsure of what she should do next, she sank down to sit on the back stoop.

*****

Stone tried to use the warm, fresh air to clear his head and regain his control, but he wasn’t sure a frigid shower would even do the trick. He felt obsessed with lust for her, and the need wouldn’t abate until he got his fill.

Damn, but he’d been that close to sealing the deal. That wasn’t what she needed and ultimately, it wasn’t what he wanted.

Or at least, not everything he wanted. Not now. Now…hell, he just didn’t know. He wanted time and plenty of it.

Clyde did a quick job of sprinkling a tree, then grabbed a stick in his teeth and loped over to him. Grinning, Stone took it from him, waited while Clyde watched in eager expectation and then threw it. The dog charged after it, ears back, legs stretched out.

Bonnie yapped at him, so Stone bent to pet her. “No running for you huh?” He glanced back at Keisha. She sat on the edge of the small stoop, her hands clasped together between her knees, her expression distant as she stared off at nothing in particular.

Sexual frustration would be new to her. He should probably offer to help her with that, but no he couldn’t. Just thinking it, how she’d look while grinding out an orgasm, those sexy little sounds women made, how they smelled and tasted, pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

Tense with desire, he threw the stick for Clyde again, picked up Bonnie and joined Keisha in the shade of the overhang.

When she said nothing, he considered how to proceed, but he insisted on honesty always. If he was going to do this, and he most definitely would, then he owed her nothing less.

If the truth had her backing away? He’d figure it out somehow. “Is it true, then?”

“What? That I’m a virgin?”

Belligerence? Was she touchy about it? He set the dog down and leaned back on his elbows. Stone glanced about the backyard and took in the fence that would indeed need repairs if the dogs were to be out on their own. He scoped out the rickety wooden privacy wall erected around Alexis’s small back porch to divide her property from Keisha’s. Shading his eyes, he looked up at the large trees that probably dumped a ton of debris on the roof and into the gutters.

Very casual, as if it didn’t really matter, he said, “That’s what I meant, yeah.”

“You couldn’t tell?” She made a rude sound. “I’m almost as rare as Bigfoot, you know. In this day and age, there’ve only been a few sightings.

Stone fought off a grin. “It makes me a little nuts. And it sort of scares me.”

That got her attention. “Scares you?” Another rude sound. “Don’t worry. It’s not contagious.”

He laughed aloud. “Yeah, virginity is a long lost virtue for me. Hell, I was sixteen, I think, when our nineteen year old neighbor talked me into skinny dipping with her.” Ha! He knew exactly how old he was and the girl hadn’t needed persuasion to get him in her pool. “That night, it was almost over for me before it started.”

Curious and still somewhat offended, Keisha watched him. “Virtue?”

Huh. He hadn’t figured on her latching on to that particular part. “It is, you know. Very few people have the fortitude to wait.”

“To wait as long as I have, you mean.” She rubbed her face. “It wasn’t precisely by choice.”

“No?” Hoping to encourage her, Stone put a hand to her narrow back, stroked down her spine and back up again. Through her shirt she felt her warmth and how rigidly she held herself. Trying for subtlety, he nudged her a little closer to him. “I won’t believe the guys weren’t interested. Not looking the way you look. Not with you so sweet.”

She gave a self-deprecating laugh. “My ex-fiancé didn’t think I was sweet. Not at the end.”

“The end of your engagement?”

“Yes.” She dropped her hands and stood, moving away from him. “But you don’t want to hear about all that.”

Okay, so he’d have to work a little harder now. He didn’t mind. On an exaggerated sigh, he stood. “You don’t have any lawn furniture.”

For three heartbeats she said nothing, then she shrugged. “If I’m out here, it’s usually just long enough to let the dogs do their business, and I sit on the stoop.”

“A deck would be nice.” He glanced around. “Probably for Alexis, too.”

Keisha shot him a dirty look. “You should offer to build it for her.”

“I was thinking I might.” It’d give him an opportunity to hang around more. “You’re wrong, you know.”

“About?”

“I want to hear everything that concerns you.” He watched her and saw her surprise. “So tell me, who dumped who in the engagement?”

She took two steps out to the yard but halted. Shoulders stiffening me with defiance, she turned to face him again. Her chin lifted. “He dumped me.”

“Seriously? What idiot.” To keep things casual, Stone went to Clyde and again threw the stick for him. Bonnie paid little attention. She found a sun warmed spot in the grass and sprawled out. “Do you let the cat out too?”

“Yes. She doesn’t go far and always comes right back. When I’m home it’s in and out, in and out. Sam always wants to be on the other side of the door.”

Stone looked back at the house, and sure enough, Sam peeked out the kitchen window. Cute. He went to the house and opened the door. She bolted out as if expecting him to change his mind at any second. As Keisha said the cat didn’t go far.

“What hours are you home?”

The quick change of topic surprised her. She rolled a shoulder. “I have classes in the morning, then work at the restaurant until six or so. I’m usually home no later than seven.”

“What time do your classes start?”

“Seven am.”

Stone whistled low. “Long day.”

“I have day Sunday free.” She bit her lip. “I mean… I wasn’t suggesting…”

“Good to know.” He wanted to spend some time with her, not rush through hurried sex that she might not even enjoy. “So you’re free after seven Monday through Saturday and all day Sunday.”

She searched his gaze, wrapped her arms around herself and looked out at the yard again. “He dumped me because I wouldn’t have sex with him.”

Glad that she brought it back up and that she wanted to tell him about it. Stone watched her. “Was there a reason why you wouldn’t?”

Nodding, she whispered, “My mother.”

“She needed you with her.” Made sense to him. It was beyond tragic for her, but he knew there wasn’t much he wouldn’t give up for his mom.

Then again, no matter what his obligations, he’d find a way to sneak in a quickie here and there.

Stone shook his head at those wayward thoughts. A world of difference stood between him and Keisha. “You had priorities. I get that.”

“At times, Mom struggled so bad. There wasn’t anyone to help her but me. I was gone enough with school and work. I couldn’t see…” She trailed off.

If she’d been experienced, no doubt she’d have found the time for relief, too. When necessary, it didn’t take long.

Especially for guys.

But for a young, female virgin? A wham bam incident wouldn’t do, which, again, meant he had to get a handle on his lust. Her first time should be memorable—for the right reasons instead of the wrong ones.

“The timing was off,” she explained. “I should never have gotten involved romantically in the first place. I can’t really blame David. He was young, healthy, and energetic. And at first, he did wait, for months and months.”

She sounded far too admiring for Stone’s peace of mind. Was she still hung up on the guy? “I’d say he should have kept waiting, but would that have done any good?”