Phish NET Stalkings

by Denise Robbins

  “But—” Jane’s heart tripped in her chest as Cooper drank in the taste of her with his lips.

  “I’ve already made our excuses,” he told her, tugging her away from the wall and shaking a set of car keys.

  Oh-My-Gosh! Shivers of ecstasy ran down her spine and went to all spots erogenous.

  Her knees buckled as she attempted to move with Cooper. If not for the support of his arms around her waist, she may have melted in a puddle of quivering desire on the floor. Instead, she numbly followed the only man who made her toes curl and her knees collapse. Who knew what would happen next.

  FIVE

  Was it her or the margarita? Jane asked herself as she buckled the seatbelt. Did she really care? Heck no! Her mind screamed. She was going home with a man she just met.

  Not just any man, the most handsome man she had laid eyes on in nearly ten years. Jane shook her head. Scratch that. The most gorgeous hunk of a man she had EVER seen in her entire life. His steel blue eyes, dark hair, and square jaw made her mouth water. The way he wrapped his strong, warm arms around her, crushed her body to his, enveloping her as if they were longtime lovers. Jane squeezed her thighs together as the thought of the man sitting next to her as her longtime lover made every nerve in her body come to life in a rush of anticipation. Heat pooled between her legs, a quiver of excitement crept up her spine, and she shivered.

  “Are you cold?” Cooper reached across and adjusted the heat settings.

  Cold? No, she wasn’t cold. She was nervous, excited. Jane licked her lips, tasted him, a mixture of Guinness and…blueberry? She felt the invisible pressure of his mouth against hers. When he kissed her, there was nothing gentle about it. The kiss was fiery hot and needy. It made her knees weak. His kiss devoured her and with every thrust of his tongue, sent shock waves rippling through her entire body.

  Her palms pressed against the cold car seat, Jane glanced up and gazed at her reflection in the mirror attached to the visor. A slow, catlike grin slid across her lips as a fire and unbelievable happiness sparked in her eyes. “Yes!” she mentally exclaimed with a toss of her head. “He made my toes curl!”

  That first kiss and the fact that her toes curled made her want to leave with the man she just met. Not just go with him, but go and make love with him until the cows came home. Or longer.

  “Oh.” Jane jumped at the touch of Cooper’s hand on her knee. She peered up at his face, his smile, and the passion she saw smoldering in his steel-blue gaze.

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “Sure about this?” The flush of heat traveled up her neck and tinged her cheeks. “I’m cautiously excited.”

  This was not the margarita talking. This was her. This was her need to be with a man who made her feel desirable and wanton and the knowledge that he was that man. No, she had no doubts whatsoever. In making her decision, her heart did a little dance then picked up the rhythm.

  Cooper turned his hand over, palm up in invitation. Without thinking, Jane took his offer and laced her fingers with his.

  * * * *

  After putting the car in Park, Cooper hopped out and went around to Jane’s side just as she alighted. Shutting the car door, he held Jane in place with his hips pressed against hers. He brushed his lips against her fingers entwined with his and felt her tremble. Nerves or cold, he wondered. Both, he thought, his mouth lifting at one corner.

  Anticipation surged through his veins as he turned and led Jane up the five cement steps to his sidewalk. He wanted this woman as he had never wanted any other woman. Something about her brown eyes revealed innocence yet strength. He wanted to explore those two diverse aspects. Up close and in person. When they reached the two wooden steps to his front porch the outside light snapped on. Jane jumped and gave a quick squeal in surprise.

  Cooper pulled her into his side and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Sorry. I should have warned you about the floodlight.” He brushed a light kiss over her cheek and propelled her up the two steps.

  “I guess I’m a little nervous,” she explained as he slid the key into the lock.

  He glanced up and as he turned the key and the lock snicked free, he watched Jane’s expressive eyes widen then lower. Even as her eyes showed doubt the pulse in her neck leaped. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  Pocketing the key, Cooper straightened and stepped to Jane. Cupping her face in his hands, he pressed his lips to hers. A single shudder ran through her and as he felt the vibration against his palms, she wound her arms around his mid-section. He deepened the kiss, tasting her soft lips with the tip of his tongue. She tasted of margarita and berries. A quick jolt of excitement went straight to his groin when Jane returned the act and slid her tongue along his top lip. He reacted by shifting his grip to her shoulders and pulling her so they were chest to chest, soft to hard.

  The gentle embrace exploded. Her fingers dug into his hips, her mouth opened wider, and her tongue plunged in deep. Cooper tugged her closer, shifted, and pressed Jane against the door. He reached up and covered one of her breasts with his large hand. When his thumb grazed over the nipple, it immediately peaked and Jane’s moan echoed inside his mouth as she arched her back. Inside, his mind screamed. He had to get her inside before he took her on the front porch. He didn’t have many neighbors but he could picture old Mrs. Johnson out walking her poodle coming across two half naked people in frozen splendor on the front steps of the new chief of police’s home. He probably wouldn’t be the police chief for long after that.

  Without missing a beat, Cooper moved his hand from Jane’s breast, slid it down her curves, and to her back where he found the doorknob. He twisted it and the door flung open in invitation. Before they fell on to the tile floor entry, Cooper lifted Jane off her feet, stepped up and over the threshold. Using their bodies, he shut the door.

  Jane broke the kiss when he re-locked the door. “You’re a really good kisser,” she declared in a breathless whisper.

  Cooper blinked. Her statement dumbfounded him. He couldn’t recall the last time anyone had said that to him, if ever. “Uh, thank you.” That sounded idiotic but he didn’t know what else to say.

  She smiled at him, touched his cheek, and he smiled back before she kissed him. Jane responded with eager passion when he claimed her mouth once again, her tongue teasing his in a slow, circular motion. She slid one of her legs up his as she grabbed his hair and tugged him closer. He reached down, skimmed his fingers across a silk-covered thigh, to a knee, and then his hand hit leather. Without wanting to break the kiss, he searched for the zipper, but fumbled and dropped her leg to the floor with a thud. A small rumble of laughter erupted in Jane’s chest and he broke the kiss. Shit. What a klutz.

  “Sorry,” he mumbled and moved to get down on one knee. As he did, Jane bent forward and smacked her forehead into his.

  “Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry.” She ran her hands over his forehead, kissed the spot where she bumped him. “I’m such a klutz.” She pressed her lips to his brow. “Are you okay?”

  Before he could answer, she continued talking. “I don’t know why I’m so klutzy. I’ve never been before…before…”

  Cooper located the zipper on one boot, unzipped it and with Jane gripping his shoulder, he removed it from the foot. He held her foot in his hands, caressed and massaged the arch and her heel.

  “Mm. Oh. That feels so good,” Jane moaned, drew out her words, and bit into her lower lip. The woman was sexy as all get out.

  “Before what?” he asked encouraging her to continue her original thought as he went about relieving her of the other boot.

  “Huh?” She looked down at him and her eyes drew back into focus. “Oh. Uh…I was never klutzy until tonight.”

  Cooper gave her other foot the same pampering then he stood. “What’s different about tonight?”

  Her eyelids lowered, shielding her chocolate eyes from his line of sight and she skimmed her tongue across her lower lip before tucking it in and gnawing on the corner. In the dim ligh
t of the room, it was difficult to tell but he could swear a pink flush crept up Jane’s neck. She was blushing. When was the last time he saw a woman blush?

  Bending at the knees and angling his head to the left, Cooper lowered himself so her eyes were back in his line of sight and he was in hers. When her gaze caught his, she straightened and a slight grin curved one corner of her mouth. “What’s different tonight?” he asked as he pulled himself up to his full height.

  “Anyone ever tell you you’re pushy?”

  Cooper nodded. “And worse. So your answer would be?”

  “You. For some reason you make me act like the gawky, clumsy teenager I was all through high school.” She accented the confession with a wave of her hand, which he snatched in mid-wave before she accidentally smacked him or herself. He gave a gentle tug on her hand.

  “That’s the sweetest confession I’ve ever heard.” With his gaze never leaving hers, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed each finger. “Have any other confessions you’d like to make?”

  Jane shifted on her feet. “No.”

  One of Cooper’s brows arched in doubt. She was lying. “Hmm. Why do I not believe you?”

  “Because you’re a smart man, but I’m—”

  He never gave her a chance to finish. Instead, he devoured her mouth and explored her ear. She squirmed in his arms as his tongue glided down the curve of her ear and bit the lobe. Ticklish there, he thought. He trailed kisses down and paused at her neck. The fabric of her dress blocked his route. With deft fingers, he tugged the offending material out of his path and felt the jump of her pulse in her throat when his lips pressed against her neck. Clothes, too many clothes.

  “Didn’t you say something about needing help getting out of your clothes?” he asked as he swept Jane up into his arms and headed for the stairs.

  She giggled and put her head in the crook of his neck. “Yes,” she answered in a whisper. “Please.”

  Her pocketbook slipped from her shoulder and hit the first step as he hit the switch to light their way. The last thing he wanted was to trip up the stairs and break something he needed in about thirty seconds.

  The light of the master bath illuminated his route to the bedroom. Without breaking stride, he toed the door open and moved to the bed where he freed Jane’s knees, pivoted and dropped to the mattress with Jane attached to his front.

  On a release of breath, he said, “That was fun.”

  Jane giggled and glanced up at him. In the glow of the bathroom light, he saw amusement flash in her brown gaze and the quirk of her lips. Energy vibrated in every muscle of her back as he trailed his hand up and down from shoulder to buttocks. He wanted to explore that energy. She felt soft and firm, and warm. He had never felt such heat. He could imagine himself enveloped in it, her, forever. She shifted, sat up, straddling his hips. The loss of warmth would have sent his body into shock if not for the fact that all the heat now went south and concentrated in the area of boy meets girl. He was rock hard and on the precipice of pain and pleasure.

  Had any woman ever driven him this crazy this fast? Even his ex, what was her name, had never propelled him to the edge of control. He was a man who prided himself on being in control at all times. Almost all times. Even then, he stopped himself from pulling the trigger. He shook his head and focused back on the beautiful woman sitting astride his lap.

  When Jane lifted her arms, swept up her hair and let it drop back to her shoulders, his eyes riveted to her breasts.

  “Don’t move,” he murmured and Jane held still, letting him cup the mounds, stroke the nipples with the pad of his thumb and watch them peak to hard buds beneath the fabric of her dress. Cooper groaned as she shifted and her derriere ground against him.

  Cupping the back of her neck, he pulled Jane down until she rested her palms on his chest and her face was a breath away from his lips. “If you do that again, we’ll both be sorry.”

  A slow, sly grin crossed her kiss-swollen lips. She moved again.

  “Trying to get a rise out of me?” Cooper gritted his teeth and gripped her hips, preventing Jane from continuing her sensual assault. “You little witch.”

  In one swift movement, he lifted Jane above him, flipped their positions. As he did, her dress rode up high on her legs, revealing a wisp of cream-colored lace and the most intriguing surprise. Leaning over her, his arms pinned her on either side. His thighs pressed against the back of hers. He grinned down at the beautiful woman who, yes, was definitely blushing. Scarlet suffused her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

  “You can’t hide from me,” he whispered then pressed a gentle kiss to each eyelid. They fluttered open as he pulled back and watched her.

  Jane covered her eyes with her fingers and willed herself away. She had forgotten all about the garter and thigh-high stockings. Oh no! And the very see-through, barely there, sheer G-string panties. A low moan of embarrassment escaped her lips.

  The rumbling chuckle that came from directly above her had her eyes popping open and narrowing at the very handsome man leaning over her.

  “You’re cute when you blush.”

  Jane bit her lower lip to prevent herself from groaning. She was a grown woman. She could handle this. I mean what she was wearing was sexy and better than granny panties. Jane gasped. A shiver of pleasure skidded down her spine, sending liquid heat south.

  “Mmm. You taste as good as you look.”

  He kissed the lace between her thighs, managed to find her erogenous spot with his tongue. Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip and she squeezed her eyes shut.

  “You’ll hurt your lips if you don’t stop doing that.”

  Jane looked up and down toward the foot of the bed. He spoke the warning from between her legs and his warm breath fluttered over her flesh. He was teasing her, torturing her.

  “Don’t hold back. There’s no one here but us.”

  His fingers slid up and under the edge of the lace. Jane held her breath.

  “I just have to ask one question.”

  Huh? He wanted to talk? Now? Her heart was racing out of control and she couldn’t stop her stomach from jumping when he nibbled on her hip, and he wanted to talk. “Uh, what?” she asked in a husky whisper.

  “Do you need these panties?”

  Her eyes widened and her brows furrowed in confusion. “My panties?”

  “They’re kind of in the way and I really don’t want to undo the garter. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re the sexiest woman…” His words trailed off as his tongue glided along the top of the panties and his finger slid inside her.

  “No. No, I don’t need them,” she said between pants as his finger drove her higher and she moved her hips to meet the movement.

  “Good.”

  The next thing she felt was a tug followed by the sound of lace ripping. With her thighs quivering and her nerves held on tight strings, she managed to push herself up on her elbows just in time to see her G-string drop from Cooper’s strong hand and drift out of sight. She looked at him with surprise and delight.

  “Where was I?” He peered at her, a wide grin on his face. “Oh, yeah.”

  Then the only thing she saw was the top of his head, but she felt, “Oooh.” Her head flopped back on the bed, her fingers clutched the spread and she waited, held on to the edge of control as he and his magnificent tongue drove her higher and higher.

  “Cooper,” she screamed as waves of pleasure rolled through her and her legs trembled. He didn’t stop. He kept teasing her through the aftershocks. She couldn’t take much more. She wanted him inside her. Now.

  With her heels pressed against his shoulders, Jane gave a slight push. She jerked herself up to a sitting position. “Let me help you get out of those pants.” She reached for his belt buckle.

  Cooper tugged his shirt up over his head and her fingers fumbled. Her mouth went dry as another wave of lust struck her. His chest and stomach were solid muscle. She had never seen six-pack abs before. She dreamed about it, but
never knew it really existed. When he dropped the shirt by way of her torn panties, his pecs danced. She didn’t know how else to describe it when the muscles flexed and the flesh jumped.

  “Did you need help?”

  Help? Oh, dang, she was staring at him. “No,” she answered and turned her attention back to the task at hand. She slid to the floor and sat on her knees. With shaky fingers, she managed to get the hooky thing out of the hole after only three tries.

  Jane reached for the zipper, her hand brushing his arousal. Cooper groaned and covered her hand with his much larger one. She leaned back and peered up into gray-blue eyes as her fingers instinctively stroked the hard heat beneath her hand.

  “Be gentle,” he warned with a grin then released her hand.

  She smiled back and without taking her gaze off his, she eased the zipper down. Cooper let out his breath and Jane chuckled. He had been afraid she would catch something important in the zipper.

  “Think that’s funny?” He grabbed her shoulders, lifted her off her knees and met her lips with his. When he broke the kiss, he whispered, “Just remember, I get to undress you next.”

  A shiver of anticipation shimmied down her spine. Slipping her hands into his pants, she worked them down his hips as she trailed kisses down his perfect chest where she paused and teased one nipple with her tongue. His grip tightened on her shoulders. She bent her knees, moved on, making her way down his rippling abdomen.

  “Mmm,” she murmured when she felt the hair just below his navel tickle her nose and slid his pants a little further south. As her knees dipped into a crouch, she skimmed her hands down muscular thighs and calves, and sent his pants pooling around his ankles. When she glanced up, she shrieked, fell backward, and crab walked out of his reach.

  SIX

  Pink underwear! Her eyes bugged out and she blinked in disbelief. It was dark after all and maybe she had been wrong. When he reached out for her, Jane’s vision crystallized. Not just ladies’ pink underwear, but lacy ladies’ pink underwear with frills! The man was a freak! A pervert! She crawled backward some more.