She climbed onto his lap. “Oh, we’re going to eat, all right. I will, then you will, then we both will. After that, there’ll be some other fun play.”
He growled, squeezing her thighs. The woman did things to him no woman ever did. And he liked to do things right back to her, to elicit the responses that drove him crazy.
The one thing he’d had with Stella right from the first night they’d met was an easy slide into their sexual relationship. There was no performance between them at the beginning, no awkwardness, no sense of needing to show off sexual prowess, like he’d often had to do when he was with a woman at the beginning. With Stella, things had clicked between them right away. It was as if they’d known each other before, even though they hadn’t.
He’d felt at ease with her, an immediate tumble of passion and a sense of rightness he’d never felt before. Maybe that’s why he still wanted to be with her. She hit all his hot buttons, turned him on every time he was with her, but there was no sense of needing to prove who he was with her. With Stella, everything felt natural, like this was the woman he was supposed to be with.
Which didn’t make any goddamn sense, but there it was.
Ignoring the driver, who probably usually saw way more in the back of his car than what Trick planned to do with Stella, he lifted into her and let out a soft groan. “You’re making me hard.”
She laid her hands on his shoulders and rocked against him. “That’s the idea, right?”
Trick shot a glare at the driver, who was paying way more attention to his rearview mirror than he was to the road in front of him.
“Eyes in front, buddy,” Trick said.
“Yes, sir,” the driver said, but Trick caught the knowing smile on the driver’s face.
Fortunately, the drive to Trick’s place wasn’t long. Good thing, too, because his dick was hard, and he couldn’t wait much longer for Stella. They had some catching up to do.
“You’re going to have to get off of me before we get to my place,” he finally said. “Or I’m going to be walking to the door with a hard-on.”
She laughed and slid to his side. “You need a long coat.”
“I guess I do.”
In a few minutes, they were at his building and he’d kept his hands to himself long enough to get his erection under control. He took care of paying the driver while Stella walked up the steps to the front door. He turned, watching her, wishing the tail of her coat didn’t cover her very fine ass.
He liked the way she walked, liked the grace, the softness in her step. When she turned and slid a smoldering smile down at him, he shot one back at her.
Yeah, something was still there. It was as if no time had passed at all since the last time he’d seen her.
He walked up the steps and stopped in front of her.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” she said.
She curved her hand around the nape of his neck and brought her lips to his for a blistering-hot kiss right on his front doorstep. People walked past to get inside, and this being New York, no one said anything. But he wanted to get her inside, needed to get his hands on her skin.
He pulled back and entered his code, then took her hand and led her to the elevator. When they stepped in, it was just the two of them. He pushed the button for his floor, and as soon as the door closed, he drew her against him. She came willingly, aligning her body with his to continue what they’d started outside.
It was always like this with Stella. From that first night they’d met at McGill’s bar, when she’d asked him to take her home, it had been like sudden lightning between them. A hot passion that had ignited fast and hadn’t burned itself out yet.
“They have cameras in this elevator,” Stella said when Trick grabbed her butt.
“So? It’s probably their best entertainment tonight.”
She smiled, then flicked her tongue around his. “And you’re hard. However will you explain that to property management?”
“I pay plenty for my apartment. They can suck my dick.”
The elevator doors opened, and Stella grasped his hands, leading him out. “Oh, no. That’s my job.”
He followed, not even trying to hide his erection now. She had him, and she knew it. He let her have that power, because there was going to be a sweet payoff for him as soon as they got through his front door.
He pulled out his key and opened the door. She backed inside and he closed the door behind them, shrouding them in darkness. The moon cast enough light through the windows, though, and he could see her shrug out of her coat and drop her purse on the table next to the door. She pulled off her boots, then came toward him. He made sure to toe out of his shoes as well, because things were about to get interesting.
“I’ve been waiting for this, thinking about you,” she said, stepping into him, backing him against the door.