Alejandro chuckled at that.
"I just dance for the club," he explained. "And I've only been doing that part-time since I started grad school."
"Do you just pick up women part time, too?"
"Actually, this is a first for me."
She seemed to relax a little at that, some of the rigidness easing from her posture.
"How about you?" He couldn't resist throwing the question back at her to see what she'd say. "Are you in the habit of picking up strange men?"
"No!" Her answer was quick and nervous.
"I didn't think so."
They had almost reached Tenth Avenue and she slowed the car.
"But then why wouldn't you think that considering what I'm doing?" she asked.
Alejandro didn't like the uncertainty her tone was taking on. He wasn't about to give her a reason to talk herself out of this.
"It was in your eyes when I danced for you."
"You weren't just dancing for me."
"Sí, I was."
One of her hands fluttered around the steering wheel at that.
"Did I look that pathetic?"
She tried to play the question off as a joke but it surprised him no matter how he chose to take it. How the hell could she ask something like that? She was hot. She had to know that.
"No, you looked beautiful. You looked like a woman who hadn't been properly fucked in a while."
Her little mouth fell open.
"I really haven't," she said just loud enough for him to hear. "Where do you live?"
They'd reached Tenth Avenue and he pointed to the left. The car swerved as she took the turn without brakes and caught herself by jerking the car to a halt once she was out of the intersection.
"Sorry, I'm nervous," she told him.
"Don't be." He reached across to slide his left hand over her thigh, dipping beneath her skirt to find the lacy top of her stocking. He loved stockings on a woman. They were sexy as hell. The silky warm flesh was creamy and soft, trembling beneath his fingers. Damp heat came from the apex of her thighs and it had him ready to pounce on her with the car still in motion.
"The apartments there on the right." He motioned for her to turn.
"Does it matter where I park?" she asked.
"No."
She found a space quickly and brought the car to a stop, turning the engine off in record time.
"What's your name?"
"Alejandro Campos," he whispered.
"Is that really your accent?"
He had to laugh at that.
"Sí. I was born in Brazil. My family moved here when I was ten."
"How old are you now?"
"Twenty-seven. Why?"
"It could have been worse I guess."
He'd already guessed she was a little older than him. What the hell did that matter?
"What could have been worse?"
She totally ignored his question.
"Do you promise you're not sick? Some deranged lunatic?"
Fair enough.
"I promise I'm a nice guy. I'd never hurt you or make you do anything you didn't want to do."
"Alejandro, I'm Harriet. Let's do this."
A second later she threw herself into his arms with such desperation and passion that he found himself hoping he could live up to whatever expectation she had of him tonight.
Chapter 2
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The second their lips met, Harriet's control snapped. He tasted so damn good and his hands were all over her in the small dark space within her car.
Alejandro's kiss was like nothing she'd ever experienced. The movement of his lips over hers was intoxicating, enticing. He tasted of exotic heat and carnal desire, dark and delicious. She'd read about men who could kiss so masterfully, but she wouldn't have believed that she'd actually meet one who could make it so powerful and seductive for her. Their breaths rushed into each other's mouths, their tongues dueling in an ageless dance.
Harriet's arms locked around him, holding on to him tightly. She half expected him to be part of some incredibly realistic erotic dream that she'd awake from any moment now. He had to be a dream. There was no way she was here with this beautiful man in her car. It was quite impossible that it could be her thirty-something self he wanted tonight.
But apparently he did. His body was pressed as tightly to hers as possible with the gear shift between them and the sheer sensuality of his mouth caressing hers captured her senses completely. She inhaled his heady fragrance, an earthy male scent that caused heat to pool in her lower belly. The warmth of his lips and the sensual nip of his teeth combined with the heat of his tongue to drive her crazy with the need for something beyond a kiss and a passionate embrace.
Alejandro tore his lips from hers, his eyes filled with hungry desire.
"Are we going up to my place?" he asked quietly, his breath coming fast.
"Do you live alone?" Harriet didn't miss the tremor in her own voice.
Alejandro nodded. The stroke of his hand was gentle along her jawline, sending pleasurable shivers running all through her.
"Are you sure?" She couldn't resist teasing him. "I mean look at the story you told just to get me to give you a ride." Crazier still was the fact that she'd picked him up at all. Her of all people. Normally living dangerously was having a slice of double chocolate cheesecake. Hot and bothered won out over discretion where this guy was concerned.
"No more stories." His soft kiss at the corner of her lips was an unspoken promise. "And I'm anxious for that ride."
Currents of carnal desire raced through her blood at his words, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. She tried to calm her breathing, but nothing would do that now. Not when his dark eyes were filled with such hunger and arousal.
Harriet wasn't certain she could make it up to his apartment in the state she was in. Her legs weren't their strongest when she climbed out of the car. Alejandro smiled as he came around and took her hand in his. Hers was cold but trembling more from anticipation. She swore she could feel currents of excitement flowing through him into her.
They ran like excited children toward the apartment building and she was amazed at how well she managed it on high heels. He matched his pace to hers and she was grateful for that considering their height difference and the fact that he had really long legs.
They made it through main door and across the lobby into the elevator. He never released her hand and when the doors hissed closed, a mischievous look came into his dark eyes.
"What?" Harriet asked nervously, because she was so far out of her element she didn't know what else to say or do.
He covered her mouth with his so she didn't have to think of anything else to say. That was just fine with her. She couldn't have thought of a single word with him kissing her like that. Her mind spun while he gently claimed her mouth.
Alejandro pulled her tight against him, his arousal rocking against her sex. More heated juices soaked her panties, her thighs quivered.
"I can't wait to be inside you," he whispered against her ear. His tongue darted out and traced the delicate shell of her ear, his teeth nipped at the lobe just enough to make her shiver. "I don't think I'm going to make it to my apartment."
"O...okay," she managed, the word barely audible. Her ragged breath hissed out when his hand closed around one of her breasts. Her nipple turned to stone under the layers of her clothing, straining toward his palm.
Harriet let her hands go exploring, too, and she liked what she felt. His body was taut with tension, his muscles straining beneath the jacket he wore. Her hands slid inside the leather jacket, up inside the shirt he wore, loving the hard, sinewy flesh she found there. His chest was smooth, hairless. Her fingers found the flat medallions of his nipples and tweaked them playfully.
Alejandro's grin was purely carnal as he reached over to punch the button on the elevator control panel. Number five, apparently the top floor.
The elevator lurched and, while she tried to recover from the
automatic stomach-drop it brought with it, he pulled out of her grasp and dropped to his knees before her.
Harriet's gasp filled the quiet space. Alejandro lifted her leg and gently slid it up his arm to rest on his shoulder. The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open, but he didn't move or even glance over his shoulder.
Harriet froze; her heart thundered in her chest. Yet no one was there waiting to take the elevator down. The jolt of fear that moment brought was calmed in the next instant when the doors closed once again and she felt Alejandro's hot breath on her inner thigh as he shoved up her skirt. His lips burned through the stocking she wore and the trail of kisses he dropped on his way up to her panties left her breathless.
He didn't waste any time when he got there. His fingers pulled the crotch to the side and her inner walls quivered as his heated breath fanned the damp curls covering her mound. When he dove for her with his mouth, she didn't know how long the leg she was balancing on would hold her up. Her fingers clutched at his head and her back arched against the elevator wall as his the tip of his tongue touched her clit before going lower. She nearly came on the spot as his hot tongue stroked along the soft folds of her pussy.
"Mmm, you taste as good as you look." His voice was tight and hot, just as she was on the inside.
His face was buried between her thighs and they were in an elevator where anyone could walk in at any moment to see it. The pleasure of his hot tongue lapping at her, along with the erotic visual of his head between her legs, nearly sent her over the edge. Her fingers tightened in his tied back hair and she pushed herself wantonly against his mouth for all she was worth.
Just when she thought she'd come, he stopped. Slowly he stood, his expression one of sensual intent.
Harriet shook like a leaf. She needed him to fuck her and she needed it now.
Alejandro's face was flushed with color and the determined set of his features let her know he was in a similar state. He fumbled with the tab of his faded jeans, struggled to push the tight denim down his slender hips. Her hands fluttered around his, trying to help him.
He didn't need her help in freeing his erection. It jutted proudly out from his body, long and thick. The head of his cock was swollen, a shining bead winking up at her from its tiny opening. She just stared at the beauty of his male form while she absently yanked her panties down, stepping out of them.
As if he sensed she wouldn't be able to hold herself up for much longer, Alejandro easily hauled her up in his arms until her thighs were wrapped around his waist. The heated head of his cock pressed at her opening when his lips found hers again. With a slow flex of his hips, he slid inside her on the hot juices that had gathered at her pussy. It was slow, gentle invasion and he didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
Harriet gasped into his mouth, squeezing him with her thighs. His cock stretched and moved within her, filling her in a way that was new and wonderful. Her hands slid down until they covered the tight cheeks of his super firm ass, enjoying the raw power of his movements. The sexy smell of him floated on the air all around them, blending with the scent of sex to make her crazy with lust.
His hands were braced at her hips, controlling her movements as he lifted her off his cock until he almost pulled free and then lowered her back onto his erection in a way meant to smash her sanity.
"Oh, God, this is good," she spoke against his mouth.
The push and drag of his cock inside her never ceased. Her pussy walls quivered around him while his thrusts increased in strength and speed. Harriet broke the kiss and let her head fall back as he moved her up and down, tantalizing strokes that had the small space inside the elevator spinning around her.
"Sí, it's good," he managed between harsh rasps of breath.
His movements went on and on until she wasn't aware of anything but the need for more of him. Harriet wrapped herself around him so tightly she didn't think he'd ever be able to pry her loose. His hips worked beneath her and the hot, hard length of him pushed deeply into her and withdrew over and over again until she was in a quivering mess on the brink of release.
When orgasm finally crashed over her, everything was swept away except for him, and she was tossed into a vortex of incredible pleasure. Her lower body convulsed and pulses of incredible sensation spread from her belly to the rest of her body until she thought she'd blow apart. Her high cries rang out around them as he continued to drive inside her faster and harder.
By the time he reached his own orgasm, Harriet had recovered enough to realize that they were still in the elevator and that she'd really never experienced orgasm until this moment. She didn't care how hard he thrust or that his arms tightened around her until it almost hurt. She loved the low growl in his throat as he pumped wildly into her, riding his release out. She just knew she wanted more of him. Much more...
Alejandro gently lowered her to the floor, smoothing her skirt down before pulling his own jeans up and straightening his clothing. He retrieved her panties from the floor, inhaling her scent on them before handing them to her casually. "Are you ready to see my place now?" he asked in a playful tone before she had time to wonder what they'd do next.
Still trying to catch her breath, she nodded and grinned at him. The response earned her a gorgeous smile that had her heart skipping a beat.
Pushing the button to open the elevator doors, he held out his other hand to her.
"Let's go."
* * * *
Harriet was surprised that her legs carried her out of the elevator. She felt like a very different woman as she followed him down the dimly lit hallway to his apartment door. Maybe it was the fact that he'd been unable to wait until they got out of the elevator to have her.
She felt desired and beautiful in a way that she hadn't felt in years. If ever. She loved the way he couldn't take his eyes off her the entire time he fumbled with the keys to his door. Had any man ever made her feel that way?
Need hung heavily in the air around them once they entered his apartment, undiminished. Just a little less urgent and desperate considering what they'd already done. Casually he tossed his keys onto his kitchen counter without looking, giving her a grin so sinful, it sent a shiver of excitement racing through her when she should have been exhausted. He lowered his head to kiss her and she melted against him, lost in the sensual glide of his mouth and the tantalizing taste of him.
Rivers of fire exploded throughout her body, devastating her with the promise of raw mating. Her nipples beaded hard, the nerves there so sensitized that they were sending hot pulses straight to her pussy in a carnal rush of pleasure. Moisture spilled from her aching opening, dotting her thighs while she let her panties drop from her hand to the floor.
"Alejandro..." She didn't recognize the whimper in her own voice. Desire burned her from the inside out. She wanted him again with an urgency that she wouldn't have thought herself capable of.
He maneuvered them out of the small living room and back to another room, a bedroom. A remarkably neat one she gathered from a quick glance around her. She kicked off her pumps and let him guide her until she climbed backward on the edge of the bed. Gently he cupped and lifted her chin to stare deeply into her eyes. Like a marionette controlled by the desire she read in his eyes, lust pulled her to him until she was on her knees on the mattress before him.
He peeled off his jacket and tossed it away and then pulled off his navy blue shirt to dazzle her with the muscular beauty of his upper body. Harriet's mouth went dry as she stared. He moved with such confidence. He was gorgeous and he knew it.
Alejandro captured her hands and placed her palms against the hard wall of his chest. His heart pounded beneath her fingers.
His hands smoothed up her arms, over her shoulders, and down her back to her hips. Harriet trembled, quivering under the light caress that was intended to seduce her. It was subtly effective, soft.
"You're beautiful, Harriet," he whispered as his head lowered.
She stared up at him, s
truggling to breathe. She was helpless to resist his touch, against the dark hunger gleaming in his ebony eyes. His lips moved over hers, so slowly at first. His tongue darted out to lave them before catching the lower curve with his teeth and nipping at it. Harriet felt her head spinning while sensation swept through her like a powerful storm. Alejandro's hands roamed over her back, her ass, bringing forth incredible heat and undeniable pleasure.
Everything he made her feel was so different from anything she'd ever experienced before. With her ex-husband it might have been a little exciting early on, but that had lapsed to "great, he wants to fuck again" by the second year of their marriage.
The younger man before her now, his devilish black eyes gleaming with desire, made her feel anything but the boredom of her lost married life. He made her feel the desperation she'd hadn't felt since her teenage years.
Alejandro made her feel. And for tonight, he was hers. She wanted everything he had.
One of his hands roamed up her back, threaded in her hair which he'd already pulled free of the French twist she'd worn earlier. Before she could anticipate what he'd do next, he was pulling her head back and pushing her down onto the bed.
He destroyed her sanity with his kiss. Her lips parted beneath his, her tongue meeting to duel with his. Her fingers curled into his broad shoulders, the powerful muscles flexing beneath her touch. She felt so much smaller than him when he buried her body beneath his larger athletic one.
She struggled to breathe when one of his hands gently slid up to the rounded curve of her breast. Who the hell needed to breathe? She felt so good inside, so hot. Exquisite carnal delight filled every inch of her, had her curling around his hard young body like a vine.
"Alejandro..." It came out as a plea when he pulled his lips away. She stared up at him in a daze when he pressed his denim-clad erection into the vee between her thighs. His expression was filled with greed.
"What do you want, Harriet?" his voice was guttural, deep.
She ground her pelvis against his, her pussy filled with liquid fire for him.
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