As she cleaned herself, she gazed at her reflection in the vanity mirror. Her black hair was tousled, her dark eyes were heavy-lidded and hazy, and her lips appeared slightly swollen. She looked like a woman who’d been screwed out of her mind for the past three hours.
As she washed herself, the friction of the warm, wet towel both soothed and aroused her. Suddenly she imagined Vince kneeling in front of her, slowly guiding the washcloth over the plump, slick folds of her labia, then replacing the towel with his fingers. She could almost feel him massaging soap into her soft pubic hair, then slipping beyond to caress her engorged clit.
Closing her eyes, she set aside the washcloth, then reached between her legs and touched herself. Pretending she was with Vince, she teased and stroked herself as the pressure built inside her. Biting her lower lip, she scraped a fingernail against the hood of her clit and shivered at the resulting sensation. Her breasts throbbed, and her nipples hardened.
She slipped a finger deep inside her pussy and heard her own ragged moan as if from a great distance. Imagining Vince’s cock filling her, she pushed a second finger inside herself, then cried out as she began climaxing, her hips pumping wildly.
When she opened her eyes moments later and looked in the mirror, her reflection was joined by Vince’s. He stood a few feet behind her and was watching her quietly, his lids at half-mast, his nostrils slightly flared.
Instead of feeling embarrassed that she’d been caught masturbating, Rebecca found herself more aroused than before. Especially when she lowered her gaze and saw the bulge of Vince’s erection straining against his jeans. The knowledge that she could turn him on so easily sent a thrill of wicked pleasure through her.
Without a word, Vince closed the distance between them and reached around her body to cup her aching breasts in his hands. Rebecca moaned as he kneaded them, brushing the pad of his thumbs across her tight nipples. She undulated her hips, rubbing her ass against the rigid length of his dick.
With a low groan, he slapped her right butt cheek. Rebecca gasped as a melting warmth spread through her belly and settled heavily in her loins.
“You like that?” Vince whispered huskily against her ear.
She nodded quickly, and his hand rose and fell again, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure as she panted and writhed against him, on the verge of climax.
“Vince,” she moaned. “I want you inside me, fucking me hard.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before he was unzipping his jeans and sheathing himself with a condom he’d retrieved from the back pocket.
She parted her legs, braced her hands on the countertop and leaned over the sink as the slick head of his cock probed at her swollen opening.
“Now, Vince,” she half-commanded, half-begged.
He thrust inside her, so high and deep she felt him in her womb. She cried out and arched backward, her pussy muscles clenching tightly around him. With one hand he massaged her breast while with the other he continued slapping her butt to the beat of his hard, voracious strokes.
Rebecca watched their joined images in the mirror, unbearably aroused by the sight of this virile, gorgeous man having his way with her.
As he pumped harder and deeper, she felt the tension rising within her, felt her body approaching release.
She reached behind her and squeezed Vince’s naked ass, and he shuddered and began thrusting faster, his balls slamming heavily against her bottom. A moment later, she felt the blinding pleasure of an orgasm overtake her, wrenching loud, helpless cries from her throat.
As her body exploded, Vince slid halfway out of her, then plunged deep and hard, one last tremendous thrust that locked their bodies together. He shouted her name hoarsely as he came, an orgasm so strong and violent it shook her own body.
They remained clamped together, his hands gripping her waist and her palms flattened against the countertop, until the tremors subsided and their breathing gradually returned to normal.
There was a wet suctioning sound as Vince eased out of the slick clasp of her pussy. With an economy of motion, he turned her around and lifted her onto the counter, then stepped between her legs. His eyes smoldered with desire as he cradled her face between his hands, leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, provocative kiss.
“Are you hungry yet?” he whispered against her mouth.
Smiling coyly, Rebecca curved her arms around his neck and licked the seam of his lips. “Yes, but not for food.”
That was all Vince needed to hear.
He lifted her into his arms and started purposefully from the bathroom. Before they even made it past the doorway, her legs were locked around his waist and he was thrusting deep inside her.
An hour later, the two lay spent in each other’s arms with Vince’s shaft cozily sandwiched between their bellies as his hand stroked the lush curve of Rebecca’s ass. He couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, he’d felt so thoroughly satiated.
“We definitely couldn’t be roommates,” Rebecca drowsily declared, her warm breath tickling his neck.
Vince chuckled. “Why not?”
“Well, for starters, we’d both starve to death.”
“Food is overrated.”
She laughed. “Speak for yourself. I happen to enjoy eating.”
“Hey, don’t blame me. I asked you an hour ago if you were hungry.”
She sighed. “I know. What can I say? I found a better way to satisfy my, uh, appetite.”
Vince smiled.
When Rebecca fell silent he waited, sensing she wanted to say more. Moments later she did, her voice soft and subdued. “I don’t sleep around, Vince. Especially not with men I’ve just met.”
“I know,” he murmured. “I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She angled her head back to give him a dubious look. “How could you have known that?”
He smiled into her eyes. “I have a sixth sense about these things.”
“Must come from a lot of experience.”
“Maybe.” He studied her expression. “Would that bother you?”
She hesitated, then shook her head and snuggled closer to him. Her exotic scent, combined with the musk of their lovemaking, filled his nostrils. His body stirred.
“Whatever happened to your friend?” she asked curiously.
“My friend?”
“The one you came here to visit.”
“Oh.” Vince wondered what she’d say if he told her the truth, that he actually lived there. But he’d already told her that he didn’t, and he couldn’t risk blowing his cover. It was bad enough that of all the places in Baltimore Rebecca Edmonds could have chosen from, she’d moved into his apartment building.
Seeing that she was still awaiting his reply, Vince said, “He wasn’t home.”
“He?” Rebecca echoed casually. “The friend you were visiting was a male?”
“Yeah, an old buddy from college. We must have gotten our times mixed up. I’ll call him again tomorrow and reschedule.”
If Rebecca doubted his story, she didn’t let on. Idly stroking his bare chest, she sighed. “I’m not looking forward to unpacking all this stuff.”
“Want some help?”
“From you?”
“Yeah. I’d be more than happy to help you out.”
Rebecca smiled. “Thanks, but I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t ask. I offered.”
“Well, I can’t accept your offer.”
“Why not?”
“Because we just met. It’s too soon for me to be putting you to work like that.” Rebecca paused. “I’ll wait at least a week.”
Vince laughed, kissing her temple.
He felt her smile against his chest. “By the way, what did you order for dinner?”
“A little of a lot. I wanted to make sure I got something you liked.”
She chuckled. “You mean your sixth sense didn’t tell you what my favorite Chinese dish is?”
“If I
could read your mind,” he drawled, “where would be the fun in getting to know you?”
“So you plan on getting to know me, huh?”
“Absolutely. It’s all I’ve thought about since we met.”
Rebecca slid one long, silky leg up and down the length of his, making his groin tighten. “I honestly didn’t expect to see you again after Thursday night,” she confessed.
“Are you kidding? I had every intention of hanging out at the club until you agreed to go out with me.”
There was a hint of pleasure in the teasing smile Rebecca gave Vince. “I’ve never really liked pushy men.”
“That’s because you’d never met me.”
She gave a husky little laugh that quickened his pulse. “Make that pushy, cocky men I’ve never really liked.”
“Hmm. Interesting that you should use the word cocky.” As Vince spoke, his dick thickened and hardened between their bellies.
“Oh my,” Rebecca breathed, gazing at him.
Vince reached down and cupped her feminine mound, sinking his fingers into her wet, silky heat. She moaned softly and closed her eyes.
“I know we’re supposed to be taking a dinner break,” he said, rolling her onto her back and settling between her legs, “but I can’t get enough of you, babe.”
Rebecca closed her thighs around his hips, holding him tighter.
Removing his fingers from her pussy, Vince slid them into his mouth and sucked off her nectar while she watched, her eyes turning smoky with desire. He reached for his wallet on the nightstand and quickly removed a condom, hoping he wouldn’t run out of his supply that night.
“Let me,” Rebecca murmured.
With a supreme effort, he held himself still as her warm fingers slowly rolled the sheath down his engorged length.
The moment she finished, he cupped her ass, and she raised her hips to meet him with a throaty command, “Make love to me, baby.”
She didn’t have to ask twice.
Vince plunged into her, then withdrew and thrust again.
As they began rocking together, she whispered, “You’re right. Food is overrated.”
Chapter
7
When they finally emerged from the bedroom, it was after midnight.
Rebecca was delighted to find that Vince had set the dining room table earlier and lit scented candles, which were still burning softly. While she warmed the food in the microwave, he dimmed the lights and built a cozy fire.
With their candlelit table framed against the backdrop of the glittering night skyline, they could have been dining at a romantic downtown restaurant instead of Rebecca’s cluttered apartment.
As they began eating, she forgot about the unpacked boxes that surrounded them, forgot about the fact that she was wearing a silk robe instead of a slinky cocktail dress. All that mattered was the sexy man seated across from her, gazing at her in a way that made her feel as if she were the only woman alive.
“What’re you smiling about?” Vince asked lazily.
“I was just thinking what a small world it is. What are the odds that I now live in the same apartment building as your old college friend, and on the day I moved in, you’d be here paying him a visit?”
“It was meant to be,” Vince said huskily.
Rebecca had to agree, though she knew it was dangerous to do so. It was one thing to have mind-blowing sex with a complete stranger, but if she started attributing terms like serendipity and kismet to their chance encounter that afternoon, she’d find herself in deep trouble.
Just enjoy the experience, she told herself. For once in your life, don’t overanalyze it. Just enjoy the ride.
“Where did you live before you moved here?” Vince asked conversationally.
“Annapolis. I wanted to be closer to the university where I teach, but now it doesn’t matter because I took the year off from teaching to concentrate on completing my doctorate.” She hesitated for a moment, waiting for him to get the same guarded look on his face that other men got when they learned about her academic accomplishments. But then she remembered that Vince Gray was a successful investment broker. So he wouldn’t be threatened by a highly educated woman.
Sure enough, he smiled easily at her, his eyes alight with interest. “Women’s studies, right?”
“That’s right.” She smiled, pleased that he’d remembered. “I’ve always been interested in women’s studies, in learning how we’ve overcome social and political challenges throughout history. I guess you could say a part of me has always been something of a feminist.” Her mouth curved wryly as she looked at Vince. “Does that scare you a little?”
“Not at all.” His voice deepened. “There’s nothing sexier than a strong, beautiful female who’s in touch with her womanhood.”
Rebecca grinned wickedly. “Well, as you witnessed earlier in the bathroom, I’m very much ‘in touch’ with my womanhood.”
Vince made a sound that was half laugh, half groan. “Damn, baby. That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Rebecca’s belly quivered. “And here I thought maybe I should have been a little embarrassed,” she confessed.
“Hell, no. Believe me, I enjoyed every damn minute of watching you.”
“And I enjoyed every minute of what came next,” she purred.
Vince’s gaze darkened as he looked at her. “Eat your food, woman, before I change my mind about this whole ‘dinner break’ idea.”
Rebecca laughed, but obediently picked up her fork again and cut into her sesame chicken. “Have you always wanted to be an investment broker, Vince?”
“Not exactly.” He hesitated, then added, “I majored in criminal justice in college.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “My father was a cop. While I won’t say I always wanted to follow in his footsteps, I definitely entertained the idea of going into law enforcement—whether as a police officer, or an FBI or DEA agent. I even thought about going to law school and becoming a prosecutor.”
Rebecca tilted her head thoughtfully to one side and studied him. “Funny you should say that, because I can see you more in one of those occupations than the one you’re currently in.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the investment broker type.”
Vince gave her an amused look over the rim of his glass. “How many have you known?”
“Not many,” she admitted sheepishly. “In fact, I don’t think I know any at all. Point taken, I guess.”
Vince chuckled. “It’s all right. I get that reaction all the time, especially from new clients.”
“Oh, no. That’s terrible.”
“Not really. It makes it that much sweeter when I dazzle them with my investment knowledge and instincts. More water?” he offered, lifting a large glass pitcher.
“No, thanks. I’m fine.” Rebecca grinned, eyeing the crystal wineglasses Vince had removed from a box labeled FRAGILE DISHES. “Sorry all I have is water. I didn’t plan to go shopping for groceries until tomorrow.”
“Why are you apologizing? You just moved in. Besides,” Vince said with a mischievous wink, “water’s the best thing for the body. Water—and great sex.”
Rebecca arched a brow. “Great?”
Vince gave her a slow, sexy smile. “Mind-blowing.”
“That’s much better.” She grinned, taking a sip of her drink. “I’m looking forward to hitting Lexington Market in the morning. I promised my brother I’d bake him a peach cobbler as payment for helping me move today.”
“You have a brother?”
Rebecca nodded. “His name’s Rasheed. He’s eight years younger than me, but we’ve always been close. Anyway, he’s been craving my peach cobbler, so I promised to make him one in exchange for his services.”
Vince chuckled. “I’m sure he would’ve helped you move without being bribed.”
“I know,” Rebecca said with a soft smile, “but he hardly ever lets me
spoil him anymore. So I take every opportunity I can to do it on the sly.”
Vince smiled at her. “I hope Rasheed knows how lucky he is to have such a wonderful big sister.”
“Oh, we’re lucky to have each other.” She paused, then quietly confided, “We lost our parents to a boating accident seven years ago, so we’ve pretty much had to depend on each other for everything. I honestly don’t know how I would have gotten through those tough times without Rasheed.”
Vince’s expression was full of gentle compassion in the flickering candlelight. “I’m sorry to hear about your parents. That must have been devastating for both of you.”
“It was, but somehow we survived. Thank God for siblings.” Smiling a little, Rebecca ran her finger around the rim of her wineglass. “What about you, Vince? Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
He nodded. “An older sister named Venetta. She lives in Los Angeles.”
“Are you two close?”
“Yeah, we’re pretty tight. We talk on the phone at least once a week.”
“That’s good,” Rebecca said warmly. “What does she do?”
“She runs her own beauty salon.”
“Really? Well, the next time I’m in L.A., I’ll have to look her up and get my hair done.”
Vince smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”
“And what about your parents?” Rebecca inquired, wanting to know as much as possible about her new lover. “Do they live in L.A. as well?”
“No,” Vince said quietly. “They passed away several years ago.”
“I’m sorry,” Rebecca murmured. “I shouldn’t have assumed—”
“That’s all right. It was a long time ago.” Vince gazed at her across the table. “It seems we both know what it’s like to be orphans.”
“It seems so,” Rebecca agreed, as the words kindred souls whispered through her mind. She reached for her glass and took another sip of water.
They fell silent for a few moments, listening to the crackle and hiss of the logs in the fireplace. Although the Chinese food was delicious, Rebecca found she wasn’t as hungry as she should have been, considering the lovemaking marathon she and Vince had just completed.
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