He had been determined not to hit on her, though. He knew Suzy and Gray would kill him if he slept with her and, even though he longed to land in bed with her, he never did anything other than tease her. When they were cleaning up after a cookout at Gray’s home, she had walked into the kitchen with the last of the dishes. He had started to tease her when she dropped the dishes loudly into the sink. He would never forget the look on her face. Her eyes narrowed at him as if in anger, but her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing as if she had just run a marathon.
Suddenly, she had gripped his shirt, pulling him down to her and slammed her mouth against his. Shock had rippled through his body for a split second before desire took over. His arms came around her and it was the hottest moment of his life. He had tried to step back at some point and give her a chance to walk away, but she had held on for dear life and he was too far gone to walk away from her again.
He had lost himself in her from that moment. Seeing her in a pair of those sexy little panties that she had purchased from Victoria’s Secret had finished punching his ticket. There was no way he could have left that kitchen without having her. She was just as desperate for him as he was for her. He had never been with a woman so responsive. She knew exactly where he wanted to be stroked. She touched him like someone with a wealth of experience, yet when he entered her body, she was almost like a virgin, so small and tight. He almost lost it on the first stroke into her body and just barely managed to hold it together until he felt her orgasm. Such loss of control was foreign to him. He prided himself on his “ladies-first policy,” but, boy, had he come close to violating it.
He was so blown away afterward that he just wanted to find a bed and curl himself around her lush body. Instead, she had essentially patted him on the head and walked away. Say what? Wasn’t that supposed to be his exit move? Her bedroom door had closed firmly and that had been it. If he hadn’t been so damned exhausted he would have trailed her into her room and insisted that she talk about what had just happened. Since when did a guy have great sex with no strings and then want to dissect it all night long? She handed you every man’s wet dream and you want to make it complicated? And that was when he realized he was in over his head with her.
The next morning, Beth had acted as if nothing unusual had happened between them. No eye contact, no hot looks or seductive body language, nothing. By the time he left work that evening he was wondering if he had imagined the whole thing. He had almost convinced himself of that fact when he got in the elevator for the penthouse at Danvers where he was staying until he found something to purchase. He reached over to put his key card in when someone stepped onto the elevator. The polite smile froze on his face when he saw it was Beth.
Fire blazed in her eyes as her gaze locked on his. He tried to pull it together and have some semblance of cool, but it was all over when she lined her body up flush with his and pressed her soft curves against the hard lines of his body. He sucked in a ragged breath groaning, “Princess, what are you doing?”
A husky laugh escaped from her throat when she purred, “I’m doing you, Nick, that’s what I’m doing.” With those words, she had hooked her arms around his neck and drew his mouth to hers. Just as their tongues met and tangled, he heard the elevator chime for his floor. He backed her out the door, knowing there were probably cameras in the elevators and he didn’t want to give security any added entertainment.
As he tried to fit his key in the door lock, Beth wrapped herself around his back and her hand wandered around to his front, lightly stroking against the growing bulge in his pants. He thought he would break the damn key trying to get the door open. The key suddenly turned and they fell inside when the door opened. They ripped each other’s clothes off and Nick pulled Beth onto his lap on the couch. They both moaned as he slid inside of her.
That was how most of their sex life seemed to go. A frantic twist of hands, tongues, and bodies coming together as they raced to the finish line. He tried to slow it down. He wanted to spend an evening doing nothing but exploring her body. But Beth wouldn’t allow slow and gentle. Whenever he tried, she did everything she could to drive him over the deep end until they ended fast and furious.
Damned if he could understand it. Not that he was complaining because, quite frankly, sex with her was mind-blowing. He just wished that sometimes she would let him slow the frantic pace. Not every time had to be a trip to the Indy 500.
He had no idea what he wanted from Beth, but he was tired of her treating him like a f**k buddy. Go ahead and turn your guy card in because no man should complain about having hot sex with a beautiful woman whenever she wanted it. Still, her attitude toward spending more time together bothered him. Maybe it was time to stop being so available. Tonight he would do what ass**les all over the world did daily. He would stand her up for dinner and, for once, let her wonder where her Mr. Available was. Sitting around glued to her side wasn’t getting him anywhere so maybe it was time to change things up.