Head Over Heels

by Lena Matthews

  “A soda would be great.”

  “What, no more alcohol?”

  “No, I have to get up early. I have to meet my trainer at the gym.”

  Placing his hand over his heart, he let out a moan of despair. “Say it isn’t so, pretty lady. Tell me you’re not trying to slim down this lush body.”

  Lush. She rolled her eyes. Man was he full of it. “I’m actually very happy with my body. I work out to stay healthy, not to get skinny. There is a difference you know.”

  “Marry me.”

  She couldn’t help herself, she had to smile. Something she’d been doing a lot since meeting him. “Now what would you say if I said yes?”

  “Thank you, Lord, comes to mind.” Parker’s face was devoid of humor and if she didn’t know better, she might have thought he was serious.

  “Whatever, smooth talker.”

  “I know you won’t believe me, but it’s only around you.”

  www.samhainpublishing.com 51

  Lena Matthews

  “My drink,” she commanded, giving him a little nudge towards the waitress making her way in their direction. There was plenty of time for him to talk her out of her panties.

  Right now she wanted to play some pool.

  He racked up the balls, centering them as perfectly in the triangle as he could, trying to make sure everything evened out. This was the official tie breaking game and he had absolutely no intention of letting her win because she was a girl. Female or not, the woman was ruthless.

  He should have known he was in for it when she offered to break. No one offered to break if they “played just a little” as she’d claimed. Not only had she made sure the balls scattered around the table, she’d also knocked three solid ones in with the first stroke of her stick. The damnedest part was the vixen had the nerve to give him a little smile and say “beginner’s luck”, as if he would buy that.

  But it wasn’t just luck kicking his ass all over the green felt table; it was also her body, which always seemed to be in his peripheral vision whenever it was his turn to make a shot. Cyn did everything from passing behind him and accidentally stroking his ass, to leaning down to check out his shot and pressing her full breasts against his arms.

  She was a cheat. A dirty rotten, sexy-as-all-hell cheat and Parker was loving every second of it.

  She came up behind him and breathed on his neck. “Here let me help you line that.”

  Parker stifled a grin. She just wasn’t going to play fair. “Get your little sweet ass on the other side of the table.”

  “I’m just trying to be helpful.” She pouted, making her lips look even more kissable than he could have imagined. Not that he needed any help in the imagination part. All night long he’d been thinking of things to do with and to her, and half of them involved tying her naughty body to the very table he was using to hide his erection.

  Parker steadied the shot and forced himself to concentrate on the white ball in front of him instead of the blue balls in his pants. He brought the stick back and sent it barreling towards the ball, giving himself a little mental high five as the balls scattered in 52

  www.samhainpublishing.com

  Head over Heels

  every direction, sinking three stripped ones at the same time. Standing, he eyed the table, calculating his next shot, before looking over at Cyn, who was frowning at the table. “For some reason, I’m not believing the whole you trying to be helpful thing.”

  “Now why is that?”

  “Corner pocket,” Parker called, as he lined up his next shot. “Hmm, could it be you’re a hustler.”

  “Now, now, Parker, if I was trying to hustle you, I would have made a wager.”

  “It’s not too late.” He could think of several things he’d be willing to bet on. “I’m willing.”

  “So I see.”

  He froze on the down stroke and looked up into her twinkling eyes. If he had any doubts before that she wasn’t aware of his attraction to her, those were now laid to rest.

  He was certain she missed very little. “What do you mean?” he questioned as he took his shot, cursing to himself as he missed. She was getting to him.

  “I just meant you look like a betting man.” Taking the stick out of his hand, she nudged him with her hip and leaned over to take her shot. She looked up before she thrust her stick between her long brown fingers and cocked a brow, “What did you think I meant?”

  She executed her shot perfectly, winking at him as she stood. Fuck this, Parker thought, as he watched her bend over again. Her dress rose a bit in the back, flashing smooth, groin-tightening chocolate thighs at him, forcing a savage growl from his throat as he noticed he wasn’t the only one looking.

  A couple of guys at the next table were watching her intently, too intently for his peace of mind. He didn’t mind she was teasing him, but the thought of anyone else enjoying the view was enough to piss him off. Glaring at the men in question, he walked behind her, blocking her ass from their sight.

  “Aww,” one complained, earning a scowl from him as he twisted around to see who said it.

  “What did you say?” she asked when she stood once again.

  www.samhainpublishing.com 53

  Lena Matthews

  “Nothing,” he replied as he turned back to face her. “Did you make it?”

  “Weren’t you watching?”

  “No.”

  “Then yes.” The laughter in her voice told him another story.

  “Cheat.” He reached for the stick, brushing his hands against her. All the laughter froze as the touch forced them to make eye contact, real contact for the first time, and he really liked what he saw. He wasn’t the only one feeling the pull between them. He was just the only one not fighting it. “You know you worried me there for a moment.”

  “Moi?” she asked, pressing her hand flush to her chest. Once again his mind went back to the pool table, and her on top, arms spread wide gripping the pool stick as he feasted on her body. “How did I do that?”

  “I wasn’t sure if you were going to show tonight.”

  “And stand up the Prince? Never.” Her pretty brown face was relaxed in a smile.

  Never had he been turned on before by just simple foreplay. And that was what it was.

  They hadn’t touched, not really, but he was just as aroused as if they had.

  It was something about her—no—it was everything about her that was a turn on from her smooth, chocolate skin, to the sexy sway of her ass. He was intoxicated on her beauty and enraptured by her charm. “So does this mean I get your phone number this time?”

  “If you’re a good boy.”

  “Oh, baby, I promise you. I’m good.”

  “I bet.” Glancing down at his outfit, she looked him over in a way that made him feel it as if it were her fingers instead of just her gaze. “I like you in black.”

  He was willing to bet he’d like himself in black as well. “Thank you.”

  She looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes as she picked up her drink. “I have this theory.”

  “Do tell.”

  “All men look good in black. Black clothes, black cars…” she toyed with the straw in her glass, with a soft demure smile across her lips as she continued, “…black women.”

  54

  www.samhainpublishing.com

  Head over Heels

  Damn! He went from intrigued to aroused in two seconds flat. Leaning in closer so there was no chance she would miss his words, he teased back, “I’m a man of science you know, and I’m a big believer in theories. The ‘ big bang’ is one of my personal favorites.”

  She coughed on her drink, bringing her hand quickly to her mouth to stifle the soda that was surely about to fly out. Sputtering, she reached behind her on the table and grabbed a napkin to wipe up her mess. “Boy…” she chuckled, in between coughs,

  “…you are too much.”

  “Just enough I’d say.” He could tell she was used to having the upper hand in relat
ionships. She was in for a mighty fall if she thought he was going to roll over and play lap dog for her. “Are you a betting woman?”

  “Could be. Depends on the bet I guess.”

  “I win this game, you come home with me.”

  “Hollywood?” She quirked her eyebrow questioningly.

  “No, I have a townhouse here, as well.”

  “Okay, and if I win…” Her voice trailed away as she waited for his response.

  “We’ll go out for coffee instead,” he offered nonchalantly.

  She pondered the comment for a moment, before setting her drink back on the table.

  “Sounds like a great bet.”

  Bending, he took aim. It was a win-win situation as far as he saw it. Yes, he wanted to go to bed with her, but half an hour spent in her presence was a great consolation prize.

  As he pulled the stick back, she chimed in, “I want to change the bet a bit.”

  Damn, he knew things were too good to be true. “You want me to change my wager?”

  “No.” Walking around to where he was, Cyn ran her hands down his stick suggestively. “If you win, I go home with you. If I win, you go home with me.”

  www.samhainpublishing.com 55

  Lena Matthews

  Chapter Six

  There had been no sweeter victory for Cyn as when she sank the black ball in the corner pocket. Although the winner of the game held no real importance, seeing as how they both had the same end goal in mind.

  She’d made some rash decisions in her time, but taking Parker to her bed, only a week after she met him, made all the sense in the world to her. Everything about him worked for her. Playing coy just seemed silly and false. She wanted him. He wanted her.

  What else was there to say about the matter?

  They barely made it into her house before they began to merge into one another. His lips teased her neck as he pushed her gently back against the wall, his greedy hands moving under her dress to pull at the soaked silk clinging between her legs.

  “Tell me something.” Parker’s fingers slipped beneath her panties and slid teasingly across her curl-covered mound.

  “Hmmm…anything.”

  “How attached are you to these?”

  “The panties?”

  “Yes.”

  “Not at all.”

  “Wonderful.” That was the only warning she received before he pulled his fingers from out of her moist sex and with each hand took a hold of the fabric on her hips. With a deft pull, he ripped the silk sides in two. The tattered remains fell to the floor like scraps of unwanted material. “Much, much better.”

  He moved his hand between her thighs and slid two fingers into her damp, snug box.

  “Much.” He groaned again.

  56

  www.samhainpublishing.com

  Head over Heels

  “Ohhh.” Cyn tilted her head, exposing the length of her neck to his teasing lips as his fingers pumped inside her. She wanted nothing more than to surrender to him and come screaming his name, but there was a little matter of her unwanted houseguests hopefully sleeping just a few rooms away. She stole a quick glance down the hall and lowered her voice to a whisper. “We have to keep it down.”

  Parker moved his mouth from her lips and took his hand from between her legs. He brought his damp fingers to his mouth and closed his eyes as his licked his fingers clean, moaning aloud as if she was made of the finest chocolate. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with passion. “Not going to happen, honey. He’s up and raring to go.”

  She laughed softly. “That’s not what I meant, pervert.”

  “Why so silent?”

  “Roommates.”

  “And?” he said in a lowered voice.

  “And I won the game, so that means my house, my rules.”

  “I still say you cheated.”

  She hadn’t, but if it made his fragile ego feel better… “Does it really matter?”

  “Yes, I have a king size bed and a headboard you can hold onto.”

  His words sent shivers down her overheated body. “I have silk scarves.”

  “Damn,” he groaned. “You win.”

  Hooking her fingers in his belt loop, she gave a teasing tug, forcing him to follow her into her bedroom. “I think you’re mistaken, handsome. The scarves are going on you.”

  “Me, you. Either way I’m game.”

  Not bothering with the main light, she pulled him into her bedroom, releasing his belt loop long enough to lock her door and put on her bedside light. Turning back to him, she felt her womb clench with desire.

  Cyn felt an almost desperate need to have him inside her. Never before had she been so overwhelmed with passion as she was with him. She was willing to bet though, he was more than capable of feeding her frenzy.

  www.samhainpublishing.com 57

  Lena Matthews

  “I want to drive for now.” He didn’t say a word, merely raising a brow as she walked back towards him, debating what to run her fingers over first. He was like one big temptation and she had no idea where to begin.

  Standing in front of him she studied him for a moment. Of her twenty-odd years on this earth she’d come into contact with many beautiful men in many different colors, but this man and this color, held her fascinated.

  She reached out without thinking and lightly brushed her fingers across his mouth, feeling the subtle difference of his body versus hers. He stayed still and silent the whole time, allowing her the moment of exploration.

  It was almost as if he was a fragile work of art. Every nick and scrape a memento of another time and place that had marred him, yet in a good way. The scars proved he was fallible, mortal. This beautiful man who she held at arm’s length as she gawked like a silly schoolgirl at his beauty and grace.

  “I never knew a man could be so pretty.”

  “And I never knew it could hurt to stand so still next to you, dying for a touch.”

  Tilting her head to the side, she pondered his answer. “Why are you waiting so patiently?”

  “Because I’ll have plenty of time to worship your beauty later. Now I’m just here at your command.”

  Oh, my. She loved the sound of that. Cyn walked around him and sat on her bed. She kicked her heels off and crossed her legs. “Undress for me.”

  He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and brought it over his head. His muscular chest was a bit tanner than she would have expected, but just as nice as she hoped. As quickly as he disposed of his shirt, he kicked off his shoes then moved his agile fingers to the button of his pants. As he slid his pants down, she took in a deep breath to calm her racing heart. There were no two ways about it. The man was an Adonis.

  Stock still, dressed in black boxers and a thin gold chain holding a saint medallion, he looked as if he was just waiting for her next instruction. But all rhyme and reason slipped from her mind the minute his pants hit the floor. All she wanted now was him.

  58

  www.samhainpublishing.com

  Head over Heels

  “Don’t stop there.” Her words were a whispered plea. One he answered promptly and with no question.

  He moved his hands to his sides and pushed his boxers past his lean hips until they pooled on the floor next to his discarded pants. His hard cock was long and thick and just what she needed to quench her hunger.

  Licking her lips, she stood and pulled her dress off. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. His eyes lit up as her breasts were bared, but unlike Cyn, he apparently wasn’t in the mood for visual foreplay.

  “Come here,” he ordered huskily.

  Going to him was harder than sitting still and watching him undress, but from the intense look in his eyes, she would have to say he felt the exact same way. They met half way, lips crushing into lips, fingers touching and teasing. It was as if everything before this moment had been a long, torturous version of foreplay, and now they both wanted to get to the heart of the matter.

  They fed off o
ne another’s hunger. Kissing, touching, moving against each other as their passion rose. As if they were of like minds, they began to make their way back to her bed, all without breaking free of their embrace.

  Big mistake. Cyn’s desire was no match for her equilibrium. In their haste to be with one another, they didn’t take mind of her shoes lying aimlessly on the floor and tripped.

  The force was great enough to tear her mouth from his as they tumbled backwards.

  Luckily the bed was right behind them, leaving them a soft place to fall.

  “Fuck,” Parker muttered as he braced his hands to cushion his collapse on top of her.

  Holding himself so as not to crush her with his weight, he smiled down at Cyn, who was having a hard time trying to keep it together. This wasn’t romantic, erotic or sexy.

  But it was fun. And sometimes being able to have fun with a man in bed was more important than being able to have an orgasm with one.

  Hopefully, though, that wouldn’t be the case tonight, because the undercurrent of sexual energy he was creating was enough to warm her on the coldest of nights.

  www.samhainpublishing.com 59

  Lena Matthews

  Leaning more to the left, he used his right hand to brush away strands of hair cascading into her face. “I imagined it going a lot smoother than that.”

  “A bit more cool, I suppose.”

  “Not necessarily cool…just not so bumbling.”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” She slithered underneath him until her pelvis was directly lined up with the large mass stretching out to greet her. Comfortable with him over her, she wrapped her legs around his hips, loving the full feel of him inside the confines of her thighs. “I think you hit your mark.”

  He pressed his hips forward forcefully. “I met my mark for sure, but this isn’t the way I wanted to be introduced to her. I think she and I now deserve a little verbal time.

  To communicate that is.”

  Cyn laughed, as she ran her hands through his soft, silky hair. “Let the peace treaties begin.”

  ”If you hear me shouting ‘thank you, God’ while I’m down here, feel free not to send for reinforcements. This is definitely a one man job,” he teased, as he lowered himself between her thighs.