Pulse

by Deborah Bladon

  PULSE

  The Series

  By: Deborah Bladon

  Copyright

  First Original Edition, May 2014

  Copyright © 2014 by Deborah Bladon

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and situations either are the product of the author's imagination or are used factiously.

  All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without written consent from the author.

  Also by Deborah Bladon

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  For Rebecca, a book that is as fiery as you.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

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  Chapter 1

  "You can come up to my suite right now." The casual way he reaches out his hand is almost too tempting to resist.

  "You think it's that easy?" I raise a brow. The inner rush of the martini is pulling my defenses away. I wanted a one-night stand. That's why I'm here. He's beautiful. Maybe the most attractive man I've ever seen. All I have to do is tell him what I want and he can make it a reality. I know that he can. His body not only suggests it, it screams it.

  "I know it is." He leans in close to me, his breath tracing a warm path across my neck.

  "Do you do this a lot?" It's a loaded question.

  "Do what?" His tongue playfully runs over my chin before he brushes his lips effortlessly across mine.

  "Pick up women here for one night stands?" I move forward a touch, hoping to catch his lips with mine again but he pulls back. A small smile forces his full lips slightly apart.

  "Is that what I'm doing?" His beautiful blue eyes slowly rake over my body.

  "You are, aren't you?" My breath hitches as he slides his arm around my waist and I feel his arousal instantly.

  "You want to fuck me," he whispers the words slowly into my ear. I shudder as his breath slides across my neck. "You want me to lick you until you scream, over and over again."

  I pull back hoping that with the slight bit of distance I'll find my breath. "That's…" I stop talking the moment his hand moves down my back.

  "The minute you walked in and saw me by the bar, you imagined being under me." His hand moves lower, skirting the edge of the hem of my dress. "You knew that before the night was over you'd be on your knees sliding my cock into your mouth."

  "I want that," I confess softly. One night with a man like this was all I wanted when I arrived in Manhattan two weeks ago. One night of pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced. This was the man who was going to give me that. I knew it as soon as he turned and looked at me.

  "We're going up to my suite now," he pauses and I realize he's waiting for my name.

  "Jessica," I offer. I want to be Jessica to him. I'm Jess or Jessie to everyone else. I want to hear my real name on his lips as he's lost in pleasure.

  "I'm Nathan," he counters.

  "How old are you?" I don't know why the question escapes from my lips. I don’t care how old he is.

  "Older than you." His hand brushes the back of my thigh.

  I smile at his response. "How do you know I'm old enough?"

  "Old enough?" He cocks a brow and his face shifts slightly. He's even more devastatingly handsome than I first realized.

  "Old enough," I repeat.

  "I watched them card you at the door when you walked in." He motions behind me to the entrance of the club. "They wouldn't have let you in if you weren't at least twenty-one."

  I'm twenty-three but he doesn't need to know that. He doesn't want to know. I can tell. Only one thing matters to him.

  "Do you live here? You said you have a suite." I realize I'm stalling. I want this to last. I want to savor every moment this man is pressed against me. I want to drink in every part of him. I may never get another night with a man like this.

  I moan as I feel his finger run lazily over the silk of my panties.

  "Are you done with the questions, Jessica?" He stares directly into my eyes.

  "Yes. Why?" I cringe internally, hoping that my incessant rambling hasn't turned him off.

  "Because I really need to fuck you."

  My eyes dart past his shoulder to where my roommate Rebecca is standing, her mouth agape, the cosmopolitan in her hand precariously close to spilling out all over the floor and the very expensive heels she bought last week. I give a weak thumbs-up behind Nathan's head. It's the signal we agreed to an hour ago when we arrived at the club. She didn't think I was serious when I told her that tonight I was determined to find a gorgeous stranger who would sweep me off my feet and into his bed.

  "What are we waiting for then?" I hear the words and I swear it's my voice saying them. What the hell did they put in that martini? It's stolen all of my inhibitions away.

  He only nods in response. The way his black hair tumbles onto his forehead at the slightest movement of his head gives him a boyish charm that's completely misplaced. There's nothing about him that speaks of anything other than tall, gorgeous and very much a man through and through. He silently takes my hand and I follow him as he weaves his way through the throngs of people moving breathlessly to the pulsing beat of the music.

  "This is the club to go to when you want to get laid." Rebecca's words from hours earlier are haunting my body as I follow this stranger into an experience I know that I'm not going to soon forget.

  "This way." He drops my hand and gestures towards the lobby of Aeon. The hotel, situated in Times Square, is known for being a tourist hot spot. Even though I'm now a resident of the city, I still feel like a sightseer in disguise. I try not to react while I'm soaking in all the beautiful ambiance the lobby has to offer. I turn back for one last fleeting look at the entrance to the attached club. This is my chance to abandon my plan and race back into the crowd.

  "Good evening, sir." The soft voice of a woman calls through my thoughts and I watch Nathan turn towards the desk in the lobby. The way the petite blond with the blue eyes stares at him suggests there's more to their exchange than first meets the eye. The contemptuous look she throws me cements my assumption. He's fucked her. I can see the envy in her face.

  The fact that he doesn't openly acknowledge her isn't lost on me. When I feel his hand on the small of my back I can't help but feel an inner rush. He's focused and determined. For this brief moment of his life, that's all for me. I'm the one he wants.

  As we round the corner to the bank of elevators, someone else calls his name. This time it's a man. I stand silently as Nathan pulls him out of my earshot. They have a very animated conversation. I stare at the man I'm about to share a bed with, or maybe a table or a floor. I can't believe I'm doing this. In a span of two weeks I've gone from being completely unfulfilled while in bed with my ex-boyfriend back in Connecticut, to being on the precipice of what I expect to be an incredible night of raw passion. That is, if he can tear himself away from this man long enough to fuck me.

  "Jessica." He
turns, the smile spreading over his face. "Shall we?"

  "I thought you'd forgotten about me," I tease. At least I hope I'm teasing.

  "You?" He pulls my hand into his and deftly to his lips. "I have a feeling you're going to be unforgettable."

  My mind is telling me it's just words. He's an expert at this. He likely fucks a different woman every night and this is just part of his regular repertoire.

  "Like the desk clerk was unforgettable?" I mutter. I didn't say that loud enough for him to hear it, did I?

  "The desk clerk?" His hand is on my back again as he guides me into the waiting elevator.

  I offer a sheepish smile as I raise a brow in response. "I saw the way she looked at you. She's been up to your suite."

  "Perhaps." He laughs. "She's not relevant. You are."

  "Are we your type?" I briefly glance at the mirror adorning the wall of the elevator.

  "What type might that be?" He leans down and frowns at me.

  "Blonde, blue eyes, curvy." The words come out much louder than I anticipate. What the hell is wrong with me? You don't ask a one-night stand this many questions.

  "I don't have a type," he says smoothly.

  "Everyone has a type." I take a deep breath. "We all do."

  "What's your type, Jessica?" The elevator dings its arrival on the eighteenth floor and the doors fly open. He doesn’t move.

  "Tonight, it's you." I take a step towards him, pulling my finger down his silk tie as I walk out into the dimly lit corridor all the while hoping he's following me.

  Chapter 2

  You can do this. You want to do this. You've wanted this for so long. I replay the words over and over in my mind as I let him lead me by the hand down the corridor to a door tucked away at the end, just past the corner.

  He smiles down at me before he pulls a key card from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, swiping it quickly he leads the way into the darkened room.

  "Jessica," he whispers my name softly as the door clicks closed behind me. I love the way it sounds on his lips. I love his lips. I've been craving another taste of them since he brushed them briefly over mine back at the club.

  I move to take a step forward but he turns sharply. His arm jumps to the door above me, the other resting on my waist. He presses against me and I can feel how aroused he is. He wants me just as much as I want him.

  I drop my clutch to the floor, needing to touch him. I sensed, from the first moment he turned to look at me in the club, that he was all muscle. As my hands glide over his chest, I'm amazed by the definition. Even through the soft fabric of his dress shirt, I can easily make out the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen.

  He licks his lips before he lowers his face to mine. I perch myself onto my tiptoes. Even in the nude heels I'm wearing, he's much taller than me. He growls as his lips cover mine in a lush and deep kiss. I open my mouth slightly wanting to feel his tongue exploring me. He pushes his along my bottom lip before sliding it over mine.

  I pull my hands up, grabbing his hair in between my fingers, needing to pull him even closer into the kiss. I'm rewarded with a deep and guttural groan. His hand falls to my thigh. I have to lower myself back down to my heels. Just the mere touch of his hand on my bare skin is making me feel faint.

  "I can't wait. I need to hear you come now," he says hoarsely.

  I moan as his fingers push the fabric of my panties to the side. He pulls his index finger slowly along my slick cleft.

  "So smooth. So ready." His lips claim mine again as he traces a circle around my clitoris. His touch is gentle, yet skilled.

  My hands grip the front of his suit jacket as he pushes a finger slowly into me. I can't stifle a cry of pleasure at the sensation. I feel him smile through our kiss before he pulls his face away from mine.

  "You're so eager. Your body wants me so much." His words only help to incite the desire that is already coursing through me. How can I already be this close to an orgasm?

  "I do," I whimper. I don't want to hold back. I want this desperately. I want to finally know what it is like to be with a man who truly understands a woman's body. A man who can listen to my breathing and instinctively knows what my body needs. This man can do that. He was already proving that.

  "You want to come hard, don't you?" His voice is unbearably sensual. It's dripping with desire. I can feel his erection pressed against me. He's ready too. Part of me just wishes he'd fuck me right now. The other part wants to soak in the luxury of his need to get me to rush to the edge right here, right inside the door of his suite.

  "So hard." I was so desperate to come. I felt my hips involuntarily circle under his touch. I push them back against the door, before pulling them closer to him. My legs spread to give him more access.

  He growls. "I can't wait to taste this. I can't wait to watch you squirm under my tongue before I fuck you."

  The shamelessness of his words pushes me closer to the edge. I can't think straight. All I can focus on is his hand. His fingers slowly slide into me while his thumb circles my clit.

  "You're so close. I can feel it." His breathing is faster. He's so aroused too. He wants me to come. It's part of what he needs.

  I nod and pull my tongue across his lips. He cradles my face with his other hand as he glides his lips once again over mine. "Come for me, Jessica. Show me how good it feels."

  I race to the edge and my climax is hard and intense. I fall forward and he grabs my waist, pulling me into his body. The rush of pleasure that pulses through me is accentuated by the feeling of his chest against me, his remarkable scent and his lips pressed against my forehead.

  "I," I can't say anything. I can't breathe. It was never like that before. I've never come that powerfully.

  "We're just getting started." He leans back and runs his lips over my cheek. "I'm going to make us a drink and then I'll tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you."

  I stand in stunned silence as he pulls his body away from me. I watch him slide the suit jacket from his shoulders and throw it over the back of a couch. He doesn't look back at me as he moves seamlessly to a counter. He pours an amber liquid in two glasses before turning to hold one up to me.

  "The washroom?" I ask breathlessly. I have to compose myself before I get in bed with him.

  He cocks a perfect brow. "Down the hallway. First door on the left."

  I nod in response before reaching down to pick up my clutch from the floor.

  "Jessica?" His voice calls to me as I enter the hallway.

  I turn and instantly pull my hand to my chest. He's undoing the buttons on his shirt. As the fabric gives way, the muscular tanned skin beneath beckons to me.

  "Don't be long. I'm not a patient man."

  Chapter 3

  I sit on the edge of the bathtub, my heel tapping a rhythmic beat onto the tile floor. I stare down at my phone. I've already been in here for five minutes. Why isn't Rebecca texting me back? I need her words of reassurance that I can do this without making a total not-very-experienced-in-bed fool of myself.

  I almost slam my phone onto the side of the tub in utter frustration. I wanted this. I was the one who decided that my life in Bloomfield, Connecticut wasn’t for me anymore. Being Jessie Roth, the girlfriend of Josh Redmond was utterly unfulfilling. When I met Josh during my training to become a paramedic, he seemed like the all American guy I wanted. Now, that I'd left him and moved to Manhattan, all I desperately craved was to experience life. Nathan was my first step towards that. Once, I jumped into that very large king bed I saw in the bedroom when I walked down the hallway, I'd finally get to have an experience I'd always craved. One night with a man who could make me feel things I'd only imagined. He'd already proven he knew how to make me come as soon as we walked into his suite.

  I dial Rebecca's number and there's no answer. I curse before I end the call without leaving a voice mail. I have to do this on my own. I have to find the courage to just jump in head first and, at the very least, pretend I know what I'm doing. There wa
sn't going to be any pep talk from my best friend.

  I take a deep breath before I pull the black dress I'm wearing from my body. I adjust my black lace bra and panties before I smooth my long hair behind my back. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it with a bang. I tuck my phone back into my clutch, fold my dress and place them both on the counter. It was now or never. With one last deep breath, I open the washroom door.

  The faint sound of low music greets me as I step back into the hallway. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I try my best to saunter down the hallway with some semblance of sexiness. I realize fairly quickly that I look more awkward than alluring so I pick up my pace and move swiftly back towards the room where I left Nathan.

  My eyes shoot around the room when I don't see him standing next to the counter where he had poured our drinks. The one meant for me is still there, untouched, the ice almost melted. I move further into the room. He's not by the massive window that offers an uncompromising view of Times Square. As I turn to walk back towards the bedroom I see him. The man I imagined bringing me a depth of pleasure that I'd only fantasized about, the man who had made me come with just a few smooth glides of his hand was sprawled out flat on his back on the couch, fast asleep.

  ***

  "Do you want to meet for lunch today?" There was a slight pause. "My treat."

  I smile at my roommate's continuing insistence on paying for absolutely everything. "No. I'll make something and bring it down to your office. Maybe that curried quinoa salad you raved about?"

  "Really?" Her green eyes brighten at the suggestion. "I told my boss all about that. She was almost drooling."

  I laugh at the thought. "You're exaggerating."

  "I'm not ." She scoops up her keys from the kitchen counter. "Cassandra is actually looking for a private chef right now. You'd be perfect for that."