Indulgent Pleasures Page 8

  “We shouldn’t do this here.” Every word was punctuated by a pant since his wandering hands were working magic upon her skin.

  He yanked her skirt up, his big hands full of delicate Swiss dot fabric and she found the contrast incredibly sexy. “We’re doing this here.”

  “Justin—” He cut off her protest with a finger resting against the center of her mouth, his expression serious, the golden-green depths of his eyes glowing in the dim light.

  “I’m going to fuck you here and then I’m going to take you to my house and we’re going to fuck all night. You understand?”

  He removed his finger and she nodded slowly, her hair rubbing against the rough surface of the concrete wall behind her. His commanding tone and demands should’ve pissed her off, especially with his unreasonable anger toward her earlier but no.

  All of it only aroused her, made her want him even more if that was possible. The thought of being taken by Justin so forcefully in a freaking parking garage, where anyone could see them was a tremendous turn on.

  She thought of the fantasy list, how having sex in a public place was on it. Never would she have considered it but then again, she’d never been with Justin before.

  Her skin tingled and she smiled, ready to get into it even more.

  “Maybe we should do it in the car?” She nibbled on her lower lip, knowing what his answer would be.

  And he didn’t disappoint.

  “Shit, no. Too uncomfortable.” He reached behind him, yanking his wallet out and grabbing the handy condom he always seemed to have.

  Good thing since they always seemed to have spontaneous sex in unusual places.

  “You want to do it right here against the wall?”

  “No.” He shook his head slowly, the glint in his eyes unmistakable. “I want to fuck you against the hood of my car.”

  “Oh Justin...” That sounded crazy. But she wasn’t going to protest. She was in the mood for crazy, wild, unpredictable.

  Stephanie had never been able to let go sexually as she did with Justin. One touch and she went off like a spark, the heat and passion consuming her so rapidly she didn’t have time to think.

  She only had time to feel.

  He grabbed her by the forearm and led her over to the car, stopping at the front of it, closer to the driver’s side.

  “Bend over baby. Let me see your pretty little ass.” He kissed her, a sweet, lingering kiss, his tongue dancing with hers and she clung to him until he finally nudged at her shoulders with the tips of his fingers.

  Then because she couldn’t not do it, she turned and leaned forward, pressing her chest against the cold metal of the car. She gasped at the shock, her nipples tightening almost painfully and she breathed deep, relaxed her body as much as she could.

  His hands gathered her skirt once again, pushing it up above her waist so the fabric rested in a pile in the center of her back. His hands smoothed over her lower back, her butt and then he was tugging her panties down, the cool air hitting her heated pussy and making her squirm.

  “Ah yeah, babe. Sorry but this is going to be fast.” He entered her with one quick thrust and she bucked against the car at the shock of him invading her. The thick heat of him warming her from the inside out.

  Justin didn’t even bother to sweet talk her or smooth his hands over her skin, nothing like he usually did. His fingers clutched her hips tight, biting into her skin. His cock moved in and out of her pussy like a piston and she liked it, she loved it. With a grunt, she thrust back against him, wanting it as hard as she could get it.

  The scent of sex permeated the air, their sweat slicked bodies slapping against each other and she closed her eyes, pressed her cheek against the cool, smooth metal of the car.

  It was insanity, what was happening between them. Sweet, sweet insanity and if she really was going crazy, then what a way to go.

  He didn’t let up the rhythm, his cock insistent, nudging against an extra sensitive spot deep within her and she cried out, adrenaline coursing through her veins, making her head roar.

  “Are you close baby?” He sounded strained, as if he was holding everything back and he slammed into her, his heavy balls brushing against her ass and pussy, making her squirm. “Because I’m gonna blow.”

  Her belly tingled, her inner walls clutched around his length and she nodded, emitting a shaky, “Y—yes.”

  She didn’t realize it was possible but he went even deeper, fucking her so hard and fast she could hardly move. Again and again, he pumped inside of her until he was coming. Yelling, the sounds of him climaxing filling the entire second floor of the parking garage and she shouted, too. His name flew out of her right when her orgasm hit and she was nothing but shaking limbs, shakier breath and pure liquid fire.

  And all along in the corner of her mind the thought of getting caught, of a stranger watching them have sex thrilled her. Made her tingle, made her wonder if she was some sort of sick and twisted person.

  “Shit.” He withdrew from her quickly, disposing of the condom and zipping up. She stood, her legs shaky and she pushed her dress back into place before she turned and leaned against the car.

  If she didn’t have that car to rest against, she would’ve embarrassed herself and slid to the floor into a puddle of nothing.

  “You must think I’m an asshole.” He stood in front of her, his face ruddy, his eyes glittering in that way they did right after he came. His hair was a mess, the rain and damp air making it curl about his head wildly and she reached out, pushed a lock off his forehead.

  “I don’t think you’re an asshole,” she murmured. He was a prisoner to this just as she was. Confused and amazed and helpless to stop it but what they had was too powerful to be denied.

  And right now, she didn’t want to deny it. She wanted to revel in it. Experience it again and again.

  A slam sounded in the distance and they heard voices, voices that seemed to be coming closer accompanied by the varied footfalls of more than one person walking. Justin’s gaze met hers, panic flaring across his face and he withdrew the keyless remote from his front pocket, unlocking the doors.

  They both climbed into the car without a word and he started the engine, backing out with ease. He drove by a small crowd of young men on his way out and Stephanie trembled with relief. She didn’t even want to think what would’ve happened if that group had come upon them.

  He exited the parking garage as quickly as he could. The guard in the toll booth eyed them suspiciously as Justin shoved bills into his extended hand. Like he knew exactly what they’d been up to and full of regret at not catching them in the act.

  “He knew,” Stephanie said when Justin pulled out onto the street.

  He shrugged, his gaze glued to the road. The weather was still crappy and made for extra dangerous driving. “I don’t really care. I’m just thankful he didn’t recognize me.”

  She studied him out of the corner of her eye, envy coursing through her at his ability to look so cool and composed after what they’d just shared. Only his hair was ruffled and his clothes appeared a little rumpled. Other than that, he was his perfect, normal self. Gorgeous, hard bodied, sexier than hell.

  And all hers.

  She was no dummy. She knew he was using her for the time being. A quickie, a fling, a passionate and most likely fast and furious little affair was what they shared. She was having a good time she couldn’t deny it but she also really didn’t want it to end.

  This was more than her collecting research and pertinent information for her articles and potential column. This was more than having spectacular sex with a famous person who seemed to know exactly how to please her.

  This was sex with a man she wanted to get to know even better. A man she enjoyed spending time with. A man who couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her no matter what they were doing.

  And that was the best part of it all. His lack of control was a complete turn on. Something she wanted to see more of. Something she wanted to indulge in
for as long as possible.

  But she wasn’t sure if he felt the same way. Why would he? He could have any woman he wanted and she’d done her research. He’d never really had any long term relationships during his entire career with the Miners.

  He was thirty-two years old and a confirmed bachelor. After everything she’d read she should consider herself lucky to get the little piece of him she’d already had.

  She was greedy and she couldn’t help it. She wanted more. Much more. Probably more than he was willing to give.

  And that part hurt the most.

  Chapter Eleven

  It had taken almost an hour but they’d finally arrived at Justin’s house. Surprisingly, he lived in Half Moon Bay, a quaint little town that appealed to tourists located right on the scenic Highway One. It wasn’t known to be a place the rich elite flocked to live.

  He surprised her yet again.

  The house was big, not a gargantuan mansion by any means but a decent size. It was older, a fixer upper from what she could tell and he hadn’t lied when he told her the place needed work. There was hardly any furniture and a couple of the rooms from what she could tell stood empty.

  The kitchen had been remodeled recently. The latest in appliances and gleaming granite countertops shone beneath the multiple spotlights that dotted the ceiling. A huge window above the sink overlooked the ocean and Stephanie turned to Justin, her eyes widening the slightest bit.

  He was watching her carefully as he leaned against the counter and he shuffled his feet the slightest bit. He winced and she knew immediately something was wrong.

  “Are you all right?”

  Justin nodded and crossed his arms in front of his chest. All macho, blustering male. “I’m fine.”

  His voice was a little too gruff and he seemed to be easing up on one leg. She wondered if his injury from the accident still gave him trouble.

  Of course it did. The knee injury had been so severe it had cut short his career. He’d admitted to her that night at the Italian restaurant he underwent tremendous physical therapy but that wasn’t a magic healer.

  “Is it your knee?” She kept her voice low since she knew he didn’t like to talk about it.

  She had a feeling he didn’t like admitting he was in pain.

  He nodded once. “I’ll be all right. It just aches a little.”

  “Did you hurt it earlier? In the garage?” She bit her lower lip, guilt filling her. Had they gone at it too roughly and he’d hurt himself as a result? She’d never forgive herself for being so careless.

  Or maybe for weighing so damn much. She was no waif that was for sure.

  “It’s the damp weather. Even before the accident, it would make my knee ache. Now even more so.” He leaned even more on the kitchen counter and she saw the subtle lift of his foot.

  Stephanie went to him and rested her hands on his chest. That warm solid wall of muscle made her realize just how strong he was.

  The injured knee reminded her just how vulnerable he was, too.

  “You should go lay down.”

  With a smile, he curved an arm around her waist, nudging her closer. “I thought I should soak it.”

  “Absolutely. That’s a good idea.”

  His smile grew. He looked positively wicked. “With you joining me in my whirlpool tub.”

  She arched a brow. “Will it fit us both?”

  “Oh, yeah. I just had the kitchen and the master bathroom remodeled.” He waggled his eyebrows, making her giggle. “We could fit a party of four in that tub.”

  “There’d better not be a party of four in there. I’m not into group sex.” She swatted at his chest and her fingers lingered, smoothing over his pecs.

  She loved touching him, all of that warm, firm skin. So big, so strong and yet so achingly gentle.

  He laughed and bent to kiss her. “Don’t worry about that. I don’t share.”

  Taking her hand, he led her to his bedroom, all the while his one simple statement kept running through her mind.

  I don’t share, I don’t share, I don’t share.

  Just thinking of being with Justin, of truly belonging to him sent a shiver down her spine. Not that she’d ever thought of belonging to a man before. So archaic, such a macho assumption when she had always prided herself on being somewhat of a feminist. The relationships she’d been in were always on equal footing, no “you’re mine, you do what I say” crap.

  She didn’t believe Justin would ever speak to her in such a way but she knew if they were to pursue a relationship, there would be no doubt as to who was in charge.

  And she would gladly let him take the role. She wouldn’t mind being referred to as “his”. She would revel in him taking charge.

  But she knew that would never come to be. Because they weren’t in a relationship and they never would be. It was just sex. Pure and simple.

  Justin flicked a switch and a lamp came on, illuminating his bedroom. It was simple and clean, the furniture made of dark wood and oversized. Two large dressers occupied either side of the room and a giant bed sat in the middle against the wall, facing a set of double French doors which had no window coverings. An impressive view of the ocean lay just beyond the glass. She could just make out the crashing gray waves in the distance.

  “It’s nice.” She walked to the center of the room, did a slow circle and she wondered how many women he’d brought here before her.

  Jealousy filled her, she couldn’t help it, couldn’t push it away if she tried. And she hated that.

  “I’ll go start the tub. It’s going to take a while to fill because it’s so big.” He disappeared through a doorway that connected to his room and partially shut the door. A beam of light shone from beneath it and she heard the sound of water being turned on, splashing in the bottom of a tub.

  She went to the French doors and stood in front of them, staring out into the night. It was dark but with a silvery glow as the full moon shone, bright even through the thick gathering clouds overhead. Streaky drops of rain dotted the glass and it kept a steady beat, she could hear its soft patter against the house. Squinting, she could just make out the low white-crested waves hitting the surf, leaving a trail of pale froth when it receded.

  The view was like magic, the entire night like a dream. His insatiable appetite for her would make any woman wet with desire and Stephanie was no exception.

  She worried though. How long would this last? How would she feel once it was over, especially since she was documenting it all as a story she could refer to for the rest of her days?

  Would he drop her out of the blue? Would they decide together that they should end it? Or would she find out one day he was seeing someone else by spotting a photo of the two of them together in a magazine?

  Her heart tightened painfully in her chest and she pressed her lips together. She was thinking too much, worrying about something she had no control over. It was pointless to worry, she could only live day by day and hope for the best.

  Men rarely lasted in her life anyway and she’d never been able to figure out why. They didn’t stick around for long, the longest relationship she’d had was with Steve and that lasted about a year.

  Almost two years ago Steve had dumped her, told her he didn’t feel a connection with her anymore. She hadn’t been in a serious relationship since.

  Stephanie gave a little sound of frustration and shook her head, resting her palm flat against the window. It was shockingly cold and she gasped. The sensation had brought her back to reality and that was exactly what she needed.

  To stay firmly seated in reality.

  “Hey.” Justin magically appeared behind her and she startled, pressing her other hand against her chest.

  “I didn’t even hear you.” Her tone was accusing and she immediately felt bad. She hadn’t meant to sound like a nagging girlfriend.

  “Sorry.” He slipped his arms around her, his big hands settling against her stomach and he nuzzled the side of her neck. “You seemed a million m
iles away just now.”

  “I was just—thinking.” Not that she would admit exactly what about. Time to change the subject. “I love your view.”

  “Thanks. I do, too. It was one of the reasons why I bought this place.” His arms tightened around her waist and his firm lips pressed against her throat. “The tub’s about halfway full.”

  She didn’t reply, just leaned into him, savoring his warmth, his strength. “How’s your knee?”

  He tensed. Clearly, he didn’t like talking about it. At all. “Fine. Don’t worry about me. Let’s get you undressed.”

  Stephanie wondered if he didn’t want her worrying about him because he wasn’t looking for emotion of any kind from her. Maybe he wanted to keep it emotionless.

  But she’d seen the fire in his eyes more than once, the unmistakable glimmer of passion always simmering just below the surface.

  Passion was passion, nothing more, nothing less. Don’t make it out to be something it isn’t.

  Damn conscious. It spoke logic to her at the most inopportune times.

  “Shouldn’t you be the one getting undressed since you need the soak?” Her hand strayed back, stroking down his hip, his thigh and she felt him shudder the slightest bit beneath her touch.

  “You need a soak, too. You’re still damp. And probably cold.” His fingers went to the top of her chest, slowly working the little pearl buttons undone one by one. “That hot bath will warm you right up.”

  She’d be hot as fire by the time he was done undressing her. Those long, sure fingers worked quick, unbuttoning all of the tiny buttons and then sliding the top of her dress down, over her shoulders, down her arms. She shrugged out of it, let it fall around her waist and he untied the belt, letting the Swiss dotted length of fabric drop to the floor.