She looked him square in the eye. No tears, no trepidation. “We have a deal.”
Chapter Nine
Keely wasn’t sure if she was brave, crazy or defiant, but whichever it was, she couldn’t find it in herself to turn him down. He held out his hand, she took it and they shook on their agreement.
She’d briefly considered answering with a sarcastic, Yes thank you, teach me everything I know you can. Take my clothes off, ravish me and leave me ruined for all other men, effectively ending my life.
She somehow refrained.
Maybe it was because she wanted all the things he wanted and probably just as badly. Maybe because she was sick and tired of denying herself every dream she’d ever had, not to mention independent thought. Or maybe she was just too damn tired to fight him anymore, but whatever it was, she lost all conscious thought when Nick kissed her a second later.
After that, all there was, was Nick, his lips, his arms, his tongue. She heard herself moan and writhed against him as he moved over her.
“Not on the sofa again, sweetheart.”
He swept her into his arms, his kiss continued as he walked through the small apartment and into his bedroom. He laid her on the bed and quickly started unbuttoning the shirt she wore. She’d had sex hundreds of times, in lots of strange places. She’d been in ménages and had accompanied Derik to sex clubs, he’d even seen fit to lend her to some of his friends, but not on any of those occasions had she felt nervous. Right now however, laying on Nick’s bed, his eyes devouring her as his fingers brushed against her bare skin with ever button he unfastened, her nerves ratcheted higher.
“Nick…” she stilled his hand. “Are you sure?”
She hated politics, she hated politicians and she’d tried to keep herself out of all the games and the backstabbing as often as possible. She knew she’d been used as a pawn more than once, but she kept her head down, her mouth shut and did what she was told, but even she could understand the ramifications for Nick’s father if anyone ever found out about this. Nick’s father seemed like a good man, she didn’t want his downfall on her conscience.
Nick leaned close, climbed up into the bed beside her and took her in his arms.
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
Something about his voice made her skin tingle. She felt a fluttering in her stomach she never had before, her breasts ached and yearned for his touch. He kissed her senseless, she knew because when he was done and raised his head enough to watch as the last of the buttons opened, she couldn’t remember what exactly her objection had been in the first place.
He pulled his shirt over his head and she marveled at his muscled chest. She couldn’t resist touching it, running her fingers through the dark chest hair. She felt overwhelmed, she looked into his eyes, ran her hand behind his neck and pulled him down to her and kissed him.
He rested his weight on her and it felt so secure, she wound her fingers into his hair and arched her body against his. His hand slid down her throat and along the skin peaking out between the opening in the shirt. When he slightly grazed the curve of one breast she moaned and arched, wanting so much more than that.
She trusted Nick, in a way she’d never before trusted anyone, so when she gave herself to him, it was different, it was safe, it gave her wings and made her bold.
“Touch me, Nick. Touch me everywhere.”
She wouldn’t ask him to break his commitment to himself, as much as she wanted to, but she’d take everything else he’d give her. She found the sexual wanton buried deep inside beginning to awaken and as Nick licked the tip of her nipple, she laughed. She was free, for this moment in time she was utterly and completely free and she intended to enjoy every last second of it.
He pulled away, standing on the floor beside the bed. He stared intently into her eyes and stripped completely naked. Slowly. Taunting her. She took him in, every inch of his golden skin and hard muscles. His cock was as hard as she’d ever seen and larger than she’d given him credit for. She wanted it in her mouth, it was a sudden and overwhelming urge that she went with, quickly dropping to the ground before him and taking him in her hand.
She looked up at him, he softly touched her hair.
“You don’t have to.”
She smiled. “For the first time ever, I want to.”
Lowering her eyes to his very hard, very impressive cock, quite literally took her breath. For the first time ever she cared about being good. She wanted to please this man, make him die from the sheer pleasure she’d bring him with her mouth. She started by massaging him with her hand, getting a feel for him, then ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, from base to tip. It was like lighting a fuse, it made her want with a ferocity she’d never felt before. She controlled her urges and just took the tip of him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around.
She held onto his thighs, hugging his body to her and only used her mouth for a time, sliding his cock slowly into her mouth, all the way to the base, the slowly out again.
“Good Lord, Keely. You…” He sucked in a breath as she grabbed the base of his shaft with her hand and pulled forward in sync with her mouth. She got the first taste of him. His salty essence bubbled on the tip and she seductively licked it off, looking up into his eyes. She secretly smiled when his knees buckled but a moment later he grabbed her by the forearms and hauled her onto the bed climbing atop her, one leg on either side, he pinned her to the mattress. He sat up straight and stared down at her, then flicked both sides of the shirt open, baring her for him. His eyes flared as he took her in. She arched again out of need and reached for him again, but he stopped her.
“No more. You even look at it again and I’m going to cum all over you. As it is, I’m feeling the need to look up the definition for celibate again. I’m not certain I got all the nuances that last time I checked.”
She squirmed beneath his wait, but thrilled at all she was feeling. At the moment, she hated his damn commitment to being celibate, she wanted him to fuck her, fuck her hard and wild, no holding back.
She arched and ran her hand over her breast, flicking her own nipple.
“You gonna touch me, Nick?”
He laughed deep in his chest, leaned down over her, taking both her wrists and pinning them to the mattress above her head. He touched his tongue to hers, then pulled back just out of reach, teasing her.
“What do you fantasize, Keely. What have you only dreamed of before?”
She refused to say happily ever after even though it was her first thought. Sexual fantasies were for men. He confused her with that question and he must have seen it on her face.
“It’s okay for a woman to have a fantasy, honey. It’s healthy. What do you dream of? Firemen, a sex slave…oh! I’ve got it…” he smiled down wickedly at her, then nipped her nose. “Sex on the counter at Ghirardelli’s, two…no three men I think. One to see only to your sexual pleasure, anything you want…” he leaned close and whispered. “Anyway you want it. One only for oral stimulation and the third to hand feed you truffles while the second guy licks you to orgasm. Then cart blanch at Neiman Marcus.”
She laughed. It was utterly ridiculous, but at the same time, it had some merit.
“No.” she was starting to get into his game. “I want to go to a very exclusive restaurant in the hills overlooking all the lights of the city below. I want a private room, a fabulous seven course meal. Meat! I want meat, prime rib, and potatoes and fresh rolls. I want fried mushrooms and…”
He put his fingers gently across her lips.
“Honey, is there any sex in this fantasy, ‘cause you’re making me hungry.”
She laughed.
“Right. After dinner, I’ll climb up on the table in front of you, setting my feet on the booth, on either side of your legs and lean back some, enough to show you I hadn’t worn any panties.” She watched him swallow. “Then I’d urge you closer and push your head between my thighs and say lick.”
He
slid down the bed until he rested between her thighs. She came up on her elbows to look at him and he grinned up wickedly at her.
“At your command, m’lady.”
Her lungs froze as he disappeared from view and she felt his tongue run the length of her. She dropped her head back and allowed herself to get swallowed up by the barrage of feelings. She felt his fingers invade her and she flexed her inner muscles in response.
He picked up a solid rhythm, his fingers fucking her, his tongue flicking over her clit. She caressed her breast, found her nipple and pinched, the motion eliciting a throaty moan.
“Don’t stop, Nick. Please don’t stop.”
His mouth was all encompassing she felt his hot breath against her even hotter flesh and writhed, pressing herself harder against his mouth. She was so close now. Close to the amazing experience he’d given her yesterday. She held her breath wishing it to materialize.
He moved his hands, cupping her ass and bringing her closer still, she wrapped one leg over his shoulder, rubbing her heel along his back. He sank his whole mouth over her, suckling, eating, devouring until she exploded from the inside. It started as a small ripple, it even went away for a second, then came back with a vengeance seizing her whole body, pulling her under the most magnificent wave of sensations and light and color until she felt she couldn’t breathe from it all.
She groaned out her satisfaction and when the wave finally left her, she was dizzy and breathless and…changed.
Changed from the inside out in an infinitesimal way that she knew was going to grow and grow until it cracked all her walls and left her a very different person. Quite possibly a woman who couldn’t go back to the world she’d been living in, but at the same time, when it was all said and done, Keely honestly couldn’t see any other choice but to go back.
Nick climbed up the bed beside her and wrapped her in his arms. He placed soft kisses on her head, making her feel alive and protected. She lay in the warmth of his body and her thoughts began to drift to the time they’d spend together.
“What will we do over the three weeks?”
She’d been like a caged bird for ten years and if she was taking this huge leap, she wanted to have some fun doing it. She was curious about real life, the kind he lived, the kind Rissa and Guy lived, she wondered how much of it she could experience in three short weeks.
It’ll have to be enough.
“I’m not sure.” His voice startled her, she’d been lost in thought and felt silly about it after she’d asked the question. She drew a breath, “How would you feel about playing tourist? We could hit the theme parks, the beach, the theaters. The Orange County Performing Arts Center has the traveling production of Beauty and the Beast running next week.” She bit her lower lip as she let out private information she usually didn’t. “I was hoping to talk Rissa in to going with me, but she hates the theater.”
He tipped her chin down and kissed her nose. “Well, I love the theater and I’d love to go with you. You have any idea what’s playing in L.A.?”
She dropped her head back and giggled with sheer joy. Derik had a way of crushing any ideas she had about what to do. He took her hands again, she loved that.
“Lets have fun, Keely. Lets do everything and anything...”
She didn’t let him finish, she wrapped her arms round his neck and hugged him hard. She felt such a rush of happiness she couldn’t stop herself.
“Honey, if the theater makes you this happy, I’ll take you to Broadway.”
• • •
She climbed atop him and that was all it took to remind Nick he hadn’t come yet and was still rock hard and aching. She kissed him with a hungry mouth and he briefly thought that by the end of the three weeks, he might be dead.
But hell, if you had to go…
He pushed her back slowly. Stared into her eyes, saw the hunger, the desperation, and brought his lips back against hers again. His hand slid around her back, up under the shirt she still wore, caressing bare skin, up to her shoulders and back down, all the way down, caressing the soft flesh of her sweet ass. She squirmed, he moved his hand back up and her tongue went back to circling his, then sucking on it in such an erotic fashion. He reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a few short tugs. That was all it took, he pushed her back, groaning with the release as his cum shot all over her flat belly. When he was done, she jumped him, throwing herself at him and nearly kissing the life out of him.
“Good God, I’m gonna need fortification…Oh my God.” She stopped and looked at him. He started to laugh.“Lunch.”
It took a second for the dazed look to leave her eyes, then she began to laugh with him. He tucked her against his side and held her tight, convinced that in the next three weeks, she was quite possibly going to kill him, but she was most definitely going to take his heart. He only hoped she wasn’t going to obliterate it.
“Do you think I should order again?”
Her giggles subsided enough to add, “Maybe not from the same place.”
He kissed her, soft and quick, not wanting to ignite the flames again.
“Are you hungry?”
“Oh my God, yes!”
“Then I’ll order again.”
He reached over her for the phone and the take out menus in the bedside table. He’d done not much else the order out since he’d moved so he was well acquainted with the local offerings. When he sat back up, she shimmied out of the bed, calmly tucking his shirt tight around her.
“I’m gonna go hide in your bathroom.”
Her tone was calm and even, but her pink cheeks gave her away. She rubbed her fingers over swollen lips, still wet from his kisses. She looked sexily rumpled and it nearly had him ripping that shirt from her body. Somehow he let her go. She stopped at the entry to the hall and turned back to him, rubbing a hand through her hair. “Actually, do you mind if I shower?”
The thought of her naked under hot water was not going to help him order lunch, but he managed to control his impulses. “Of course, sweetheart. Take all the time you need.”
He watched her leave, order lunch and got dressed. Lunch was delivered before Keely made a re-appearance so as he set it up for them on the low coffee table in the living room he half wondered if he were out of his mind. Was he just setting them both up for heartbreak? He went back into the kitchen and pulled out some nice glasses and a couple of sodas and stuck them in his ice bucket. Despite his fairly well stocked pantry, with a roommate, he was going to need to shop. He stopped and smiled, wondering what things she might like. He couldn’t wait to get to know all the silly little things about her. Like was she a jam, jelly or marmalade girl?
He stood straight, looking first at the setting, then towards the bathroom door. The water had stopped a few minutes ago, but he couldn’t help thinking she was probably still naked. He was going to have a damned hard time not just taking her, making love to her until neither of them could walk.
He knew this called for some deep contemplative time, because until Keely, no other woman had made enough of an impact for him to question his decision. Originally, it had been a good decision, especially with how messed up he was after Angie left him standing at the altar. He’d been in no shape for any kind of serious relationship so the celibacy had helped him steer clear of any unserious trouble.
He eyed the bathroom door again and forced himself to think of something other than Keely naked. Wishing he had some flowers for the table, he scratched his head in contemplation. Mrs. Thompson next door had a lot of flowering things on her balcony. He bet he could reach over and snag a few.
Half way to the balcony he returned to his senses. What was it about the woman that wouldn’t let him go? She had a lot already going on in her life, and she was right, there was no room for him in the current set-up. A sane man would be running full speed in the opposite direction. He’d just maneuvered her into living with him for the next three weeks.
He couldn’t fathom what the chances were that she’d be willin
g to change her life. He could barely believe he’d ask her, hell, demand her to. She couldn’t be as content with the situation as she tried to tell him she was? The real question though was, would she be willing to disappoint her mom?
And then there was his father to contend with. If his parents ever found out Keely had been Derik Fulton’s mistress, they’d both have coronaries and quite possibly disown him.
How on earth had life gotten so damn complicated all of a sudden?
He caught her from the corner of his eye and turned to greet her as she came back into the living room. He splayed his arm over the table.
“I thought it’d be better cozied up on the floor. Do you mind?”
Her hair was wrapped in a towel, all her make up was gone and he thought she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. She was tall and had incredibly long legs, his shirt barely covered her. He’d never thought of himself much as a leg man before, but Keely’s legs set a fire in his blood and at the moment he could see far too much of them.
As she moved to sit on the floor he threw a large pillow down for her.
“Greek.” He said, regarding what he’d ordered. “My favorite, do you like it?”
She grabbed one of the salads and a fork. “Mhmm. I love all types of food.” A little giggle slipped out. “But I don't get to eat too much of it. Derik likes me to...sorry.”
She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts then dug her fork through the greens, bringing it to her mouth. He thought she was going to ravage the thing, but she stopped just before her lips and took a deep breath.
She looked at him over her fork. “Smelling it doesn’t give you any calories.” A shy smile. “I’ve trained myself to settle for that most times.” Then she shoved the fork into her mouth, pulled it out clean and put it back to the silver take out bowl for a second helping.
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