Nick kneaded the mound of flesh, feeling her squirm against him, and he felt the heat coming from her sex. “Oh, baby, you are so hot!” He inserted a finger to feel her heat, and she was very wet indeed, and very tight.
“Ooohhh, Nick,” she whimpered, reaching down to stroke him, cupping his balls, tugging gently as she moved against his hand. Nick groaned, a guttural sound deep in his smooth chest that sounded totally primal. “Take me,” she begged, spreading her legs. Instead of surging up, he moved down, plunging his tongue into her sex, lapping at her clitoris like he was dying of thirst and she was the only water hole. Christine stopped breathing, squeezing her eyes tight as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her consciousness at his questing tongue. He wiggled his tongue from side to side, feeling her wet ooze over his tongue, salty and sweet, and he took her clit between his lips and sucked.
Christine moaned, clamping both hands on either side of his head, holding him off before he killed her with unbearable pleasure. “Oh, God, Nick, what are you doing!” she shrieked breathlessly, bucking involuntarily as her orgasm took over her body, and Nick quickly got up and slipped into her as she climaxed, gritting his teeth against the muscle spasms that pulled at his shaft with devastating effect. He felt himself tip over the edge and he ejaculated with an agonized grunt, spilling it all into her, cords of muscle standing clearly against his neck as he panted over her.
Christine waited for the twitching of her thighs to stop, eyes closed, her breathing shallow and her body glistening with sweat. She felt Nick move, and as she opened her eyes he gathered her into his arms, spooning with her so they would fit into the settee. She smiled.
“We’re getting the sofa all sweaty,” she pointed out, snuggling deeper into him, her ass wiggling against his stomach.
“Bad girl,” he said lazily, placing a hand on her hip to stop their movement. “I’m not Superman, you know. Two’s my limit.”
Christine sighed in mock disappointment, giggling as he lightly slapped her bottom. “You wanted to ask me something,” she reminded him after a minute of sated silence.
She could feel rather than see him frown, and craned her neck around to peer at him. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” he said abruptly, as if the question embarrassed him.
Christine shook her head, mystified. “No, Why? Does it make a difference?”
“No,” he said at once. “You’re 24, I wouldn’t have expected you to be. But…you were so tight…I thought you might have been.” Another silence.
“Maybe because you’re just the second man I’ve ever been with,” Christine said quietly, settling back down.
Nick raised his head to look down at her profile, surprised. “The second? No kidding?”
Christine nodded, feeling oddly deflated. Put like that, it did sound kind of pathetic. She shrugged. “It just never came my way much, I guess.” She started at his shout of laughter.
“You really are something else,” he said, hugging her to him tightly.
Chapter Five
They walked out of the restaurant hand in hand, and not by a look or gesture did their waiter indicate that he was aware that anything unusual had happened in the room.
“I’m sure they heard us,” Christine whispered, belatedly mortified now that she was no longer strung up with sexual tension.
Nick shook his head, grinning down at her as they made their way to his car. “The room’s soundproof, didn’t I tell you?
Christine socked his arm indignantly. “I nearly strangled myself in there, I was so afraid they’d hear us and come running.”
“Nah, I told them we were discussing something very serious, and didn’t want to be disturbed,” he showed her a solemn face, and cracked up at her expression. This made her laugh along, and they drove back in great good humor.
As they were going up the stairs, Christine stopped suddenly, a look of consternation on her face.
“What?” he asked quickly.
“I don’t know your last name!” she slapped her forehead so comically that Nick gave a loud crack of laughter. She clapped a hand to his mouth, giggling.
“Shhh! We have neighbors, you know!”
“It’s St. Claire,” he mumbled against her hand, eyes twinkling.
“Nicholas St. Claire?” Christine asked, brow furrowed. A wary look came into his eyes, but he nodded, still smiling. Her brow cleared. “I thought so. It’s either that or Dominic, and I like Nicholas best.”
“I’m so glad,” he intoned solemnly, earning himself another punch in the arm.
“You want to come in?” she asked as they got to her apartment. Nick shook his head.
“I’m beat,” he said, twinkling at her. “I need to rest my weary bones.”
Christine nodded, grinning roguishly. “Okay, hotshot, go get some sleep. Thanks for dinner…and dessert.” She winked at him as she opened her door.
“Wait,” Nick said, a hand to the door. “Don’t I get a goodnight kiss?”
Christine glided up to him, planting a soft kiss on his beautifully firm lips. “I really enjoyed myself, Nick,” she said softly. “Thanks.”
“When can I see you again?” he asked huskily, his nerves jumping at the almost-non-kiss more than it would have at a passionate one. Christine felt a glad warming in her heart. He wants to see me again! she hugged herself.
“Give me a call,” she said, keeping her tone light, and made to go inside. She poked her head out again, wearing a mock stern face and said “No restaurants this time!” before closing it.
Lisa was waiting up, as she expected, and she gave her a faithful account of her date, leaving out a large chunk in the end.
“Did you kiss him?” she asked eagerly, knowing how cautious Christine was about physical contact.
Where? Christine was tempted to ask, and her eyes danced at the thought. “Yes, I did,” she said primly, “and it was very nice.”
“So are you seeing him again?” Lisa persisted, following Christine into the bathroom. Christine shrugged around a mouthful of toothpaste.
“He’ll call me,” she said indistinctly, gargling with a mouth full of water before spitting.
“That’s it?” Lisa asked disgustedly.
“What do you want from me?” Christine protested, jumping into bed in her baby doll pjs.
“I want juicy details!” Oh boy.
“It’s a first date, gimme a break!” Christine rolled her eyes at her sister, who looked suspicious.
“You, dear sister, are hiding something from me. Do you even know his last name?” she demanded, pounding her pillow into a more comfortable shape before flopping down.
“St. Claire,” Christine mumbled, already drifting off.
Lisa bounded up. “Did you say St. Claire?”
“Uhum.”
“The ones who own half the commercial buildings in the city, that St. Claire?” Lisa demanded, poking her sister.
Christine was exhausted, and she hardly heard what Lisa said, let alone understood it. She mumbled something and knew no more.
Christine woke up feeling deeply satisfied as she stretched luxuriously. Her first thought was she could finally get some work done that day now that Nick’s face wasn’t pushing everything out of her head. That morning would have been a guaranteed grilling session with Lisa taking no prisoners, but she happened to have a wedding cake she needed to finish decorating and deliver before 3 that afternoon so she was far too busy to give Christine the third degree.
Christine sat smugly cross-legged on her bed, her laptop opened to her favorite online game for a few minutes of updating. She checked her email for new project offers, and just noticed that she had several messages in her cell phone when it tinged. There was also a missed call last night, the number unknown. She replied to a couple of texts from her employer, just status updates, and came to the first one from the unknown number. There were three from the same number. She grinned as she read the first one, received last night:<
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YOU REALLY ROCKED MY WORLD! – NICK
And the next:
CAN WE DO LUNCH ON MONDAY? OUT OF TOWN TODAY, CAN’T GET OUT OF IT.
And the last, received at 7:14 am:
GOOD MORNING! MONDAY?
She replied to the last:
MONDAY SOUNDS GOOD. MEET YOU AT THE CAFÉ 12NN
She set down her phone, only to get a message almost immediately.
WHEW! OK CU MONDAY CANT WAIT
Christine grinned, feeling a tingle of anticipation at the thought of seeing Nick again. Her hand wandered to her left nipple, which was still tender from the attention Nick gave it the night before, rubbing meditatively. She closed her eyes as she relived the sensation. She sighed, and her hand fell away. She suddenly wanted to see him again. Badly.
She wandered out of their bedroom two hours later after a leisurely shower, dressed in jeans, a cowl shirt and sneakers, carrying her laptop under her arm. “I’ll be at the café!” she called out, not venturing into the kitchen in case Lisa had some time on her hands after all.
“Wait, Chrissy!” Lisa said, poking her head out of the door. There was a smudge of white on her nose, but otherwise looked in control. “What are you doing after lunch?”
Christine shrugged, eyeing her warily. “I was planning to catch up on some work. Why?”
“I need to have this wedding cake delivered, but I can’t go with the van, I have to do a lot of prep work for tomorrow. Can you go and do the pretty for me?” she pleaded. Lisa always went to deliver wedding cakes herself; the personal touch, so to speak.
Christine thought about it. It was a two hour trip to the wedding venue, but Lisa’s regular delivery guy, Pete, wasn’t the type who had to keep talking all the time. She could work on the way, be out of touch when Lisa did find a couple of minutes to herself, and be back when she was too tired to get inquisitive. She couldn’t keep it up forever, but she didn’t feel like talking about Nick just yet.
“Okay,” she agreed, and Lisa threw her a kiss before ducking back into the kitchen to get on with her decorating. Christine twiddled her fingers at the empty doorway and sauntered out. She worked on her current project, had a sandwich for lunch, and went back to the apartment just before 3 pm. The refrigerated delivery truck was parked at the curb, and Christine sketched a salute at Pete before going in.
The wedding cake was rather wonderful, the biggest that Lisa had done so far. It had three layers, stood 3 feet high, festooned with delicate sugar-lilies and edible lace. Christine regarded it with some awe as Lisa bustled around to put in the finishing touches.
“You’re really good, Lise,” she proclaimed with some pride. Lisa looked up, a carving tool in her hand.
“Thanks,” she said, gratified. “It’s been a bitch, but it looks pretty good, doesn’t it?” She paused to admire it, her arm around Christine’s waist, and Christine felt a wave of affection for her sister.
“It looks wonderful,” Christine said firmly, giving her a squeeze. “It looks heavy, though, does Pete know?”
Lisa nodded. “Yeah, he has a couple of muscle boys with him. “ She rubbed her palms together nervously. “Well, we’d better get them in here, it’s a delicate operation.”
It was a nerve racking 5 minutes getting the cake through the door, which was barely high and wide enough to accommodate it, but it was finally done, and then another 10 nail-biting minutes down the stairs to the waiting van.
Lisa breathed a sigh of relief as the van’s roll down snapped shut. Christine ran back up to grab a jacket, tying her hair up in a ponytail. Lisa gave her some last-minute instructions, the name of the bride and her number in case of problems, and then waved her away. Christine and the cake were finally underway.
The trip was uneventful, Pete a careful driver and keeping conversation light and non-intrusive. Christine got some work done and before she knew it, they were pulling up at the service entrance of the hotel. She supervised the unloading of the cake, making sure it was in a prominent position in the ballroom where the reception was to be. She then went to look for the bride.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” Christine threw over her shoulder at Pete. She was to ride back with him once she did the pretty with the bride. If she could get to her.
It turned out that the bride was closeted with the make-up and hair people, and Christine spent a frustrating five minutes at the reception desk trying to coordinate with the snooty man behind it.
“Listen, I just need 30 seconds to tell the bride that the cake is here, and to congratulate her,” Christine argued, feeling her temper rise by degrees. “I promised my sister I would do it personally.”
“As I have said several times, madame,” the infuriating man said in a patient talking-to-a-five-year-old tone that made her grit her teeth, “the bride cannot be disturbed at this time. Perhaps a handwritten note—“
“Christine!”
Christine whirled around, startled. Kate, looking perky and pretty in shorts, striped shirt and flip-flops flitted up to her, looking pleased.
“Hi, Kate,” she replied, smiling slightly. Kate was such a bubbly person that one couldn’t help liking her.
“Are you also attending the wedding?” Kate asked.
Christine shook her head, but before she could answer, Nick came up to them.
He had been distracted that whole day, something Kate twitted him about good-naturedly during the drive over. He had already decided to drive back right after the wedding rather than stay overnight, as they had originally planned, on the off-chance he could see Christine. Kate would not be hard to convince. He handed over the keys to the valet and stepped into the lobby to see Kate talking to the object of his distraction, and he was conscious of an overwhelming feeling of gladness at the sight of her tall figure next to his diminutive cousin. Christine was looking down indulgently at Kate, a small smile on her face, when she looked up and saw his approach. Her smile grew wider, and Kate was quick to see the look that passed between them. Kate was feeling very smug about what she considered her coup.
“Hey!” he said softly, leaning in for a kiss. Christine put her face up to receive it, a smile curving her lips as they connected. “What are you doing here?” He was wearing a tight-fitting white shirt that showed off his muscled chest and arms and button-fly straight jeans. He looked quite yummy.
“I delivered the cake for a wedding—the wedding you’re attending, apparently,” Christine explained. In the corner of her eye, she saw Pete trying to catch her attention. She raised a hand in acknowledgement, and Nick followed the direction of her gaze. He saw a slim, dark-haired young man, good looking under his baseball cap, and felt a twinge of jealousy. “This man won’t let me see the bride,” Christine continued, indicating the receptionist, who had been watching the byplay with some caution. He well knew the St. Claires, and they seemed to be on friendly terms with this particular supplier.
Kate turned her green eyes on him, and he wondered how such a small lady could be so intimidating. “Why won’t you let her in to see Janine?”she demanded.
The receptionist launched into a voluble explanation, which Kate cut off unceremoniously by taking Christine by hand, and demanding Janine’s room number. He quailed under her glare, and gave it to her.
Christine and Kate headed for the elevator, Kate telling her all sorts of things about Janine, who was a friend from high school. Nick listened to her chatter, watching Christine all the time. She was giving Kate all her attention, her face lit up with amusement, and he had a weird feeling that she wasn’t as aware of his presence as he was of her.
They got to the bride’s room, Nick banned into the hallway. He waited impatiently for them to come out, which they finally did after five long minutes, Kate blowing back kisses. Christine came up to him, smiling.
“Mission accomplished,” she said in a confiding tone, and he grinned at her. Kate finally tore herself away, closing the door with a decisive click.
“Christine won’t come to the wedd
ing,” she complained, and Christine turned to her.
“You totally twisted your friend’s arm to invite me. You really shouldn’t have done that.” She turned to Nick. “In any case, I have to go back, Pete’s waiting for me.”
Kate pouted at her, but saw Christine wasn’t to be budged. They went down together to the lobby, where Christine left them to check in after a brief goodbye.
She was halfway to the waiting van when Nick caught up to her.
“Do you really have to go back right now?” he asked, conscious of Pete who was waiting by the van.
Christine looked up, puzzled. “Yes, of course. Pete can’t wait any longer, he has to go back.”
“Is Pete…”Nick started, the stopped, at a loss for words. What was he going to ask? Are you also sleeping with Pete? Is he your boyfriend? Somehow he knew it was not something he should put out there.
Christine was frowning now. “Pete’s the delivery guy, I hitched a ride when he brought the cake. What did you think?”
Nick shrugged, feeling slightly ashamed of his thoughts. Christine had told him she did not sleep around, so why did he instantly picture her in this guy’s arms, naked and moaning, and feeling very murderous about it?
“I was just wondering if he minded if you stayed behind,” he temporized, running his hand lightly up her bare arm. He heard her breath quicken at his touch, and saw the look of indecision in her eyes.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Nick,” she said, feeling herself weakening as he continued to rub her arm lightly. It made her think of the night before, when he did the very same thing as they lay spooned together.
“I have a room, you can stay the night,” he whispered persuasively in her ear, and a tingle of anticipation ran up and down her spine as his breath fanned her cheek. “Please?”
Oh, she wanted to! She glanced uncertainly at Pete, who was shuffling his feet, whistling, and studiously averting his gaze. She made a sudden decision.
“Okay.”
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