Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Vanilla is now my all time favorite scent, dark brunette with a heavy dose of midnight mixed in, and a pink that reminds me of a rosé wine I discovered at a winery in Sonoma last summer. Constance—my new favorite name.
I know she can feel how hard my body is, and I’m not referring to the ab or bicep muscles I’ve worked hard to achieve.
She’s polite enough not to say anything, and if I’m not mistaken, she might have moved closer.
Constance might have a naughty side after all.
I can’t resist her any longer. I kiss the back of her jaw and she bends away, giving me more access.
My tongue traces the outline and I press my lips to her skin again, this time gently sucking.
I whisper, “How do you feel about kissing?”
“I like,” she starts, then clears her throat. “I like kissing.”
“Good because I really want to kiss you right now.” I take possession of her lips just as she opens her mouth to speak again. Her heated breath coats my tongue as it peeks out to run along the inside of her upper lip.
The sweetest of little moans drifts from her lips when we part. Her eyes remain closed, a small smile on her mouth, and a satisfied release of breath is heard. I kiss the corner of her mouth and whisper, “Open your eyes, beautiful.”
When she does, the smile is still there. “You’re a very good kisser.”
Holding hands with her, I reply, “So are you.” I chuckle looking down and rub my thumb over my bottom lip.
Biting it, I look up, now suddenly feeling shy—so unlike me that I take a moment to take her in.
What is it about her that has me off my game?
I shake my head just enough to shake some sense into myself. “I want to kiss you again.”
“Why does it sound like a question?”
“Because if I do, I might not stop with a kiss.”
“Then don’t stop with a kiss.”
Back in the game, I run my fingers into her hair and grip the back of her head. “Oh baby, you don’t even know what you’ve done.”
“Tell me.”
“How about I show you instead?”
One nod. Instant permission to make her feel so good she won’t stop thinking about this night for months. Our mouths crash together and our tongues begin to embrace each other. With her hands on my waist, I take them and slide them over my chest and around my neck. “Hold onto me.”
As soon as I feel her hold on me tighten, I spin her to the side and move her quickly back against the wall with the dry erase board. Her hair messes up the tally the guys and I had going, but I don’t give a damn. She tastes too good and feels even better.
Another moan rushes out and she squirms against me.
My cock begins straining against my jeans.
She might be the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever tempted, tortured, or teased myself with.
Goddamn it. I pop the button of her pants and my hand is dipping below the waistband before the zipper is down.
“So good, baby. I’m going to make you come all over my hand and scream the lord’s name while doing it. ”
Her body moves in fluid waves against me, against my hand, begging me to take her. “Hardy,” comes out as a curse and a blessing.
Flicking sweet afflictions, I ravage her neck with my mouth. “So fucking sexy. Say it again.”
This time it’s even breathier. “Hardy.”
I give her what her body craves and ride my fingers though her slickness, parting her.
She’s wet, warm, so fucking free with me and that’s all it takes for my throbbing to amp up another level.
I press against her to find some relief.
My dick is a fucking torpedo impeded by denim.
Fuck. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this encounter if I can’t sink deep into her tight heat.
A virgin, I remind myself. She deserves more than hair used as an eraser and a wall fuck for her first time. A virgin. I didn’t see that one coming . . . coming, yes, but not coming. She ordered that Gimlet like a seasoned pro. Maybe I’m getting sick and my sex-dar is off.
“Hardy, I want you.”
My name pulls me back to the moment and I adjust my hand. “I should go slow,” I reply more for myself than her.
She lifts higher on her toes and pushes her pants open for me. “No. Faster. You can touch me. I’m not delicate. I won’t break.”
“I’m not worried about breaking you, sweetheart. I’m worried about the excruciatingly rock hard erection I’ll be sporting the rest of the night.”
A devilish grin appears and she says, “Then let me help you.”
I’m not one to say no to a generous offer and it damn well beats me beating off later to the memories of how her mouth forms this little “O” just below the bow of her upper lip.
My jeans are unbuttoned, my fly unzipped, my cock freed. “Holy—” She gasps.
Normally when a woman gasps, I’d worry, but I get this a lot when Big Richard comes out to play. With a twitch, he greets her, practically jumping into her hand. Do it. Grab me, he entices. Bad boy.
Her hand wraps around me and she slides up to the tip and back down.
“Your hand feels so good wrapped around my cock.” When her eyes lift to look into mine, I put my lips to her ear, and whisper, “I can’t wait to have more of you around me.
” And there’s that little hitch I wanted to hear.
“Not tonight, but soon. You’ll come back and see me.
” What the fuck? Did I just talk about the future with a woman? Wonder if I have a fever?
I get back to the business at hand, the business of making her come. Moving my hand deeper between her delicate folds, I tease her entrance. Her hand on me tightens—Bingo. One finger sinks deep inside, her warm walls engulfing. “Holy Jack fucking Daniels.”
Her lips are against my jaw, her breath coming out in quick pants.
Her grip around my neck brings her closer to me and I can’t wait.
I have no fucking patience when it comes to her and the way she wiggles against me.
I push another finger in slowly, and lean back to watch her.
The back of her throat is revealed and my mind is spinning.
I’m going to explode soon. This woman is driving me nuts with how good this feels and we’re only making out.
Like two teenagers. My core starts to wind, tightening under her ministrations.
With my thumb, I find her clit and she bucks forward.
One touch and she’s that sensitive. God, I might be falling in love. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Shit. Big Richard bucks on his own accord.
“Damn, baby. I’m close.” Now I’m the one that sounds all breathy.
The coil gets even tighter. I’m about to spring to life, but I’ve got to get her off first. Thrusting gently, I start to fuck her with my fingers, my hips are pressed against her, trapping our hands between us.
I have no fucking self-control. This is insane. Insanely amazing.
Our hands are in sync, our bodies begging for release, and then the back of her head hits the board behind her and my name comes tripping from her lips right after God and sandwiched between an orgasm that sets mine in motion.
“Fuck. Oh baby. Yes, Constance. Fuck. Yes.” Ribbons spurt, covering my stomach and my shirt as I vanish into the bright lights of the dark blissful abyss.
When I open my eyes, hers open just as languidly. The pink that I could become so easily accustomed to has spread to her neck and collarbone and the tips of her ears. I tuck myself back in and with my free hand, touch her cheek, and lean my forehead against hers. “You’re stunning.”
She smiles and a soft laugh tickles my mouth. I part my lips wanting more, wanting to inhale her deep inside. Slowly, I slide my hand free and she releases me. Looking down, she laughs again, a little louder this time. “We’re a mess.”
“A beautiful mess.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
My smile slips away. “I don’t.”
She reads me well. “I didn’t mean you really say that to all the girls you’re with.”
I settle the panic in her eyes, preferring the after-orgasm look instead. “It’s okay. Just don’t think I’m like this with everyone because I’m not.”
The smile lines ease and her expression lightens. “Why are you so sweet to me? Even after I told you Katie O’Dowd sent me to see you?”
“Because you’re nothing like Katie O’Dowd.”
“How am I different?” she asks, just a whisper as we still hold each other.
“She came here looking for a good time and that’s all she was. But you,” I say, tucking some hair behind her ear, “I’ll remember long after tonight.” I kiss her sweetly, which seems to be the only way to kiss someone as pretty as her when she’s looking at me like I just hung the moon for her.
Zipping her pants and fastening her belt, her shyness returns slowly, the blush disappearing from her chest and centering on her cheeks. She looks down, and asks, “Why?”
“Because you think you came here for sex when you were really just looking for a connection.”
Her green eyes look like jade in the dim lights of the office, her beautiful innocence shining through. “I’ve done this sort of thing before.” She tries to sound bold, but I see through the act.
“Have you now?”
“I’m not such a Goody Two-shoes.” She raises her chin, trying to build some offense to the smile on my face that makes it clear I don’t believe her.
“You’re not a Gimlet girl. Why’d you order it?”
“Because I wanted to be one, someone who orders what they want and owns it, someone who owns who they are without apologies.”
“You are that woman. You just don’t know it yet.
” I bend and kiss her on the neck, just because I want to keep kissing her, touching her, keep her here longer than my break allows.
On the other side of the office door the music and crowd have gotten louder.
I glance toward the door. The bar should be in full swing by now and I’m probably needed, but Constance makes me want to stay.
“I got stood up by a guy, but please don’t take pity on me.”
“There’s no pity when I look at you. Only beauty.”
She sighs, and touches my cheek. “Look, you’re really great, but I’ve taken enough of your time. I should let you get back.”
“He’s an asshole and you deserve better than you realize.
” This time I kiss her on the lips, full on, tongues mingling.
My heart beats harder and my body leans in, the warning signs red-flagging themselves—Don’t get too close.
When our lips part, I whisper, “I don’t want to go back to work, but I need to. ”
She smiles, her arms lax as she lets them hang around my neck. “Come on. Don’t want to get that boss mad at you.”
“Yup, I heard he’s an asshole too.”
“He’s not, but I think he likes to pretend he is.” She lifts up and kisses my cheek. “I’m going to use the restroom. I’m kind of a mess. Then I’ll see you out there?”
“I’ll see you out there.”
She lets her hand drag across my chest until she’s out of reach. She unlocks the door, and with her hand on the knob, she turns back. “Thank you, Hardy.”
I nod, not sure how to reply. Is she thanking me for getting her off? It didn’t feel shallow. “Come see me at the bar when you’re done.”
“Okay.” She walks out and shuts the door behind her.
I remain there a few seconds too long, staring at the back of the wood door. There are only two rules:
Rule number one: Don’t get too close.
Rule number two: Never fall in love.
Why do I already feel like I broke one rule and I’m about to shatter the second?