chapter Five
Josh watched Shelly strut away from him on those ice-pick heels. What the hell just happened?
Shit, he knew what had happened. His brain had left the building, and he had decided to forget all his convictions for the sake of having her. All because the Man-Eater had arrived, and she’d taken a huge bite out of his ass.
The woman was sex personified, and she had no problems using it. In fact, she used it so well that she had made him forget his entire conversation with Mason about his own adamant refusal to touch her. She was a witch, and she had cast a spell.
He let his eyes search the crowd quickly, trying to spot Lena, so he could devise a plan to get that cell phone number. There wasn’t a chance in Hell he was missing out on that.
Josh leaned back against the bar, crossing one leg over the other, as he discreetly tried to run a hand over the front of his jeans to alleviate some of the pressure. Once he realized there was no use, he just gave up, knowing the only relief would be to—how had she put it? Oh, that’s right—come all over each other.
He was trying to remember if he’d ever had a woman talk to him quite so boldly, and he was pretty sure that the answer was a big fat no.
However, Shelly gave as good as she got.
When Josh had first decided to hell with all his plans about not touching, he’d thought he would just be blunt, get to the point, and lay it all on the line for the sexy doctor. What he hadn’t expected was for her to give it back to him—and twice as good.
The woman is trouble, and I’m going to have fun getting into it. Or should I say her?
Finally, he spotted Mason pulling a hazy-eyed Lena from the dance floor. She was stuck to his side like glue, and Josh could tell by the expression on her face that by the end of the night she would be even closer to her man.
They stopped in front of him, and Mason smiled before he asked, “What’s up with the Shelly? You piss her off?”
Josh shook his head, making sure to keep his face as neutral as possible. “Who knows? That woman’s touchy. Probably upset that I even thought about talking to her. From what I can tell, she goes for someone of a different caliber than me.”
Lena rested her flushed cheek against Mason’s side and smiled softly at him. She looked as though Mason had already taken care of her and was basking in the glow of a fantastic orgasm. Who knew? Maybe he had, Josh thought with a smirk.
“That’s not true,” she said softly. “Shelly doesn’t know what she wants. She dates all these boring stuffed-shirt guys that never leave her satisfied. Why do you think she’s still single?”
Josh shrugged, as though it was of no concern to him. When deep down he was thinking, There is no way in hell she is going to leave unsatisfied tonight.
Then, he asked over the loud music, “Hey, Lena, do you mind if I borrow your cell phone? I need to call…” Shit, who do I need to call? Hello, make someone up, moron. She doesn’t know you. “I need to call my neighbor. I forgot to let Mutley out before I left, and I don’t want a mess in the house.”
Nodding, she moved a little from Mason, and in Josh’s frustrated state, he was almost brought to his knees when she bent over and unzipped the top of her boot, pulling out a phone.
When she stood and handed it to him, he heard Mason ask, “Man, are you okay? You don’t look so good.”
You think? I’m dying over here. Dr. Barbie has me hard as a steel rod, and your woman is pulling a phone out of f*ck-me boots, Josh thought.
However, instead of answering Mason, he nodded mutely as he grabbed the phone, making a mad dash for the exit.
***
Shelly was standing in the crowded bathroom at the sink, slicking her lips with gloss. She’d pretty much licked it all off as she’d stood there salivating over Josh.
So what? I’d given in to my urge to pounce on him.He is very pounceable. Is that even a word? Probably not, but if it was, it would be made for that man.
Just thinking about him made her thighs twitch and her tummy do a somersault. He was sex on legs, and she wanted him to walk all over her.
Looking at her reflection, she could see the subtle changes in herself that hinted at how aroused she was. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were dilated. But the telltale sign that no one could see was the moisture between her thighs.
Damn that man.
She hadn’t wanted to get involved with Joshua Daniels, Mason’s Best Man. Not to mention, he was also Mason and Rachel’s childhood friend. Way too complicated, but she wasn’t going to get involved. She was going to have sex. Fantastic sex that would leave her completely and utterly satisfied, and then she’d leave. She’d done it before, and if this guy was for real, she’d do it again—real soon.
***
Josh was standing out in the parking lot by his truck. He was scrolling through Lena’s phone, searching for the Sexy Doctor’s number. Jackpot! He found it.
Pulling out his own phone, Josh added her into his contacts under Barbie. Well, she wants it to be a secret, he thought with a smirk, dialing the number.
He waited.
One ring, two rings, and on the third, he heard a click, and loud music pulsed through his phone. Smiling slowly, he knew she’d answered it somewhere in the club.
“Hello.”
Hmm, there’s that silky, sexy voice of hers, he thought before responding with, “Outside in the parking lot now. I’m ready to seal the deal.” Then, he ended the call. Now, let’s see what she does with that.
***
Looking at her phone in the dark corner she’d moved to, Shelly felt her hand shaking as she ended the call.
He wants to do this now? More to the point, am I really going to let him?
Shelly felt some movement to her side and noticed Paul had come over to stand with her. He was kind of—and by “kind of” she really meant he actually was—bopping to the music like she imagined an awkward kid would.
Shaking her head at her own stupidity for pulling him into a situation so totally foreign to him, she decided now was the time to slap herself for even contemplating reuniting.
Reaching out, she tapped his arm. He turned to face her, and she turned on her sexy smile as she leaned in to whisper against his ear.
“I’m just going to step outside for some fresh air for a few minutes.”
Paul nodded and asked, “Want me to come with you?”
Shaking her head, Shelly thought, Nope, I have a man in mind that’s going to do that.
“No, it’s fine. I’m just going to stand by the door with the bouncer.”
Paul squeezed her hand, shouting back over the music, “Okay, but make sure you do. Can’t be too careful.”
Shelly turned and walked toward the door. Oh, I’m about to be anything but careful, Paul.
***
Josh saw her the minute she stepped out under the floodlights. They seemed to light up her blonde hair, almost giving her a halo, but he knew this was no angel. She looked from left to right, and then spotted him leaning up against his truck in the far back row of cars. He watched her tilt her head, moving toward him.
She walked in a way that made him want to stand and watch her for hours. Sure, it was just like everyone else, one foot in front of the other, but she made it a statement. With each step, her hips swayed from side to side, and her ponytail swished behind her. Her shoulders were so straight, and her chin was tilted up, making her look like a confident sex kitten about to devour him like a hungry lioness.
He could hear the gravel crunching beneath her heels, but she never faltered. When she finally got to him, she stopped and ran her gaze over his body as he remained where he was.
He knew she’d notice the huge hard-on pressing against his jeans, and he also knew the moment when she saw it because her tongue came out, licking at her lips again.
“You do that a lot, you know?”
Her eyes came back to his as she raised questioning brow at him.
“What’s that?”
“Look at my cock and lick your lips.”
She took a step closer, and he had to uncross his legs or she would have bumped into them. Reaching over beside him, she tossed her little purse in the back of his truck, and then moved one more step closer until she was positioned snugly between his thighs with her amazing breasts pressed against his chest. He watched as the lips in question tipped up in a sexy smile.
“That’s because I want to lick it,” she informed him in true man-eater style, bold and to the point.
Josh clenched his teeth and his hands. As of right now, she still hadn’t given him permission to touch her, and she hadn’t touched him either.
“You don’t have a subtle bone in your body, do you, Shel?”
He watched as she looked at his mouth, and then let her eyes come back up to his.
***
Shelly was breathing hard as she felt his inner thighs flex around the outside of hers. His hands were resting down by his legs, and she decided it was time to touch. Raising her hand, she ran a finger over the shoulder of the smooth and supple leather jacket.
“Why be subtle? We both know what we want, and we’re both consenting adults.”
She felt him take a breath as his whole body shuddered, and then she watched as he raised a hand and let it go to her hip. The minute he placed it on her she could have sworn she felt electricity and heat sizzle all along her frustrated nerves. It had been so long since she’d had great sex, and she knew this was going to be fantastic. Hell, the guy almost has me coming from touching my hip.
“That’s true, and the last thing I remember was us coming to an agreement.”
Shelly nodded. “Well, yes, a verbal one.” Then, she leaned forward until her lips were by his ear and took a deep breath of his delicious cologne. “Now, we need to seal it,” she whispered.
She heard him groan as his fingers flexed on her hip, tugging her forward. Placing her hands on his chest, she squeezed his tight pecs. Damn, the man is built beneath that black T-shirt. She couldn’t wait to rip his shirt off and rub all over his hard naked chest.
He leaned his head down a little, and she could no longer resist flicking her tongue out to swipe at his lobe. She felt his other hand come up, pulling her in so close that she could now feel his erection pushing into the apex of her thighs. He groaned and flexed his hips.
Shelly chuckled in his ear and asked, “So, we’re going to do this out here?”
Although she was completely scandalized by the idea, Shelly also had to admit that she was completely turned on. Another deciding factor was she wanted to know if he could actually do that out here.
“That’s the plan. I want this set in stone before you strut away from me.”
“Hmm,” she moaned, rubbing her aching mound against his hardness.
God, that feels incredible.
Running her hands down his chest to his stomach, she gripped his shirt and started bunching it up. He rocked his hips against her, and then turned his head.
“Give me your f*cking mouth, woman.”
Feeling herself clench and dampen, Shelly smiled before she laid her lips against his.
***
His head was about to explode.
Both of them.
The woman was molten lava, and she was melting him with every touch. Her hot little hands were busy burrowing in under his shirt, and her glossy lips were now parting beneath his. He groaned, and without any finesse or preliminaries, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned, gripping his shirt, as he yanked her up against his cock.
Goddamn, she is sweet. Sweet, hot, and wickedly sexy.
Just when he thought he was about to combust, she lifted her hands from under his shirt and wrapped them around his neck, tugging on the hair brushing his collar, ramping up the temperature all over again.
He ran one hand over the curve of her sweet ass, then all the way up her spine, and when he reached the back of her neck, he gripped it, pulling her away from him.
Panting, she stopped as she looked at him.
Amazing, he thought as he tried to catch his own breath. She is absolutely f*cking amazing. Her eyes were wide and dilated, her cheeks were rosy and flushed, and her wet mouth was parted as she squirmed against him.
“I believe we’re supposed to do something very specific to seal this deal,” he pointed out, squeezing her hip and neck gently.
He watched her swallow and then nod as she reached between them to unbutton his jeans. Looking around the parking lot, he was starting to get a little nervous. She’s going to do this here—for real? He’d just been teasing her, but as he felt her pull his zipper down, he knew she was going for it.
Taking his hand from the back of her neck, he turned them so his back was to the club, and she was shielded from any eyes. It also gave her the opportunity to see if anyone was coming.
Well, anyone other than us.
“Well then, now that you have me here and your hands are down my pants, what are you going to do with me?”
She brought her sex-clouded eyes to his as she reached down to grab the hand he had on her hip, bringing it to her bare thigh.
“I’m going to keep my hands down your pants, and you need to get this hand up my skirt.”
Feeling a grin tug at the corners of his mouth, Josh asked, “Is that right?”
Nodding, she bit her lip. “That’s right.”
Running his fingers up her naked skin, he smoothed them around her hot thigh, moving to the inside. Sliding his fingers up and in between, she started to pant and squirm as her busy hands slid deeper into his jeans. Now inside his boxers, she wrapped her fingers around his aching cock.
He took a breath and asked, “And when all is in hand?”
She smiled in a way that made him think she’d just devoured him.
“Then we come all over each other.”
***
Holy shit. Did I really just say that?What is wrong with me?
She’d always been a sexually confident person, but she’d never ever behaved this way before. It had to be him.
She watched a wolfish grin appear on his mouth, and then she shuddered when she finally felt his fingers trace her soaked panties.
“F*ck, you’re wet.”
“Hmm,” she moaned, gripping and stroking his hot hard flesh between her hands. “And you’re so deliciously hard.”
He didn’t waste much time after that, and she figured if he felt anything like her, they were pretty damn close to erupting like a volcano.
Finding the edge of her lace panties, he pulled it aside, sneaking his fingers in to slide through her folds. She couldn’t help the loud moan that tore out of her as she gripped his cock, stroking it up and down once, then twice, and again, keeping time with his fingers that were teasing and gliding between her thighs.
She couldn’t believe she was standing in a parking lot, mutually getting off some guy that she’d sworn she wouldn’t touch. But as his finger finally pushed into her, she panted and clenched her thighs around his hand, rocking onto him, thinking that all her good intentions could take a flying leap.
She heard him let out his own groan as his fingers pushed in deeper, and she dragged her hand up and down his throbbing flesh. She noticed he watched her face as he dragged his fingers in and out. While she continued to stroke him, they rocked their pelvises against one another’s hands.
Then, in a voice so deep and low she almost didn’t hear, he said, “For f*ck’s sake, Monroe, come on me.”
That did it. She felt her climax slam into her as she squeezed her thighs around his hand, screaming as she came all over his fingers. She gripped his cock tight and milked him as he groaned. She felt his hips piston in her palm—once, twice—and then he buried his face in her neck as he came all over her hand.
Hmm, so damn messy and unrefined.
Oh, yes, Josh Daniels would deliver, and she couldn’t wait.
***
Josh was breathing hard as he stood on shaky legs with a hand burrowed beneath her skirt and his mouth pressed against that pretty neck. When he finally caught his breath and moved back an inch to look down at her, he was satisfied to see her eyes were glassy, and her lips were swollen.
Mission accomplished.
Other than those two differences though, she was still completely put together for someone who’d just screamed out an ear-shattering climax into the night.
Her hair looked perfect, and her dress was not even an inch out of place, except for the middle of the skirt that was riding high over his wrist. Slowly, he dragged his hand out from under her dress as she removed her hands from his jeans. He turned and reached into the truck, pulling out an old rag he had back there.
Handy.
After they wiped their hands, he buttoned up while she tugged down her skirt.
Then, as calmly as possible, she asked, “Can I have my purse?”
Raising a brow at her, Josh turned and reached into the back of his truck again. When he found it, he pulled it out and handed it to her.
She was about to walk away. He could feel it.
Sex. No involvement. That’s the deal. I’d do good to remember that.
As she stepped around him, she stopped by his shoulder just as she had in the bar. Still facing the back of the parking lot, he turned to look down at the perfectly put-together doctor.
“So? Do we have a deal?”
He grinned before nodding. “Signed and sealed, I believe.”
She gave him one last look as she blew out a breath. “Oh, yes, it was, Daniels. Yes, it was.”
With that, he watched Man-Eater Monroe walk away with a piece of him between her teeth.