Good Girl Gone Wild: When Lust Turns to Passion... (Good and Wild) (8 page)

Nick
smiled, playing with the crumbs on his plate. “What do you want to know?”

Christine
shrugged. “What do you do?”

Nick
took a second to answer, searching her face for any trace of irony, but saw
only a mild curiosity. Finally, he said, “I run the family business. Mostly
real estate.”

Christine
nodded, sipping her coffee. “Lisa said something about your family owning
commercial property. How’s that working out for you?”

Nick
shrugged. “What can I say? I went to business school so I could eventually take
over from my dad , so it’s not exactly something I had to get used to.”

“No
brothers? Sisters?” Nick shook his head.

“Just
me,” he said, a smile quirking his mouth.

“Bummer,”
Christine said, thinking how lonely that sounded.

“Well,
it’s not all bad. I never had to share my toys,” he quipped, getting up. “Shall
we?”

Christine
got up readily enough, taking his outstretched hand. She was feeling very comfortable,
and as they strolled back to the hotel, he put his arm across her shoulders,
pulling her closer to his side. She felt warm and protected and she looked up
to smile at him.

Nick
didn’t know what to make of his present situation. He sensed he had a good
thing going with Christine, but he wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She was
unlike any of the girls he dated; she made no demands or plans, and was neither
coy nor clinging. The sexual attraction between them was undeniable, and until
now that had been enough for him when it came to dating women. He seldom
thought about the future when he was on a date, enjoying the moment while it
lasted.  

Nick
was understandably cautious; he learned the hard way that his wealth was more a
liability than an asset in forming personal relationships. The knowledge hadn’t
made him bitter, but it had colored his perception when it came to women.

Christine
had known about him, but in a vague, I-read-in-the-newspaper way that seemed to
have no connection with them in her mind. With her, he felt that he could just
be plain Nick, and not Nicholas St. Claire.

Christine
had no such qualms. She had only the haziest idea of Nick outside what was
going on between them, and she meant it when she said she liked to live in the
moment. She also felt she had a good thing going with Nick; unlike him, she
didn’t look beyond tonight.

Nick
looked down and returned her smile. His arm felt good around her shoulders, and
he was seized by a fierce desire to keep her there forever. He unconsciously
tightened his grip, making her stumble a little, and they both laughed as they
broke apart.  Nick caught up her hand instead.

By
then they had entered the hotel lobby, and were just crossing the foyer to the
elevator when Nick heard his name called. Paula walked up to them, her arm
threaded through the arm of a much older man, a beaming smile on her face.

“Nick!
I was looking for you,” Paula swept her gaze over Christine, and she was
suddenly conscious of her casual clothing, comparing her well-washed jeans to
the slinky silk number of the other woman.

“Hi,
Paula. This is Christine. Christine, this is Paula,” Nick introduced them.

Paula
nodded her head in acknowledgment, her eyes closely scrutinizing the face
devoid of makeup, the casual ponytail and the linked hands. Her gaze sharpened,
and she turned to the man standing patiently by, a wide smile on her face.
“Darling, this is Nick, an old college boyfriend. Nick, this is my husband
Tony.”

The
men shook hands politely, and Christine couldn’t help but think that the two
were polar opposites. They were the same height, but the older man stooped a little,
making him look shorter, he had a distinct belly, and he was balding. No wonder
the woman was looking daggers at her!

“It
was nice running into you again, Nick. We have to go, but Kate has my number.
Call me sometime,” Paula said, smiling sweetly at Christine as she reclaimed
her husband. “It was nice to meet you, Christine.”

She
glided away, swinging her derriere molded admirably by the silky material as
she did so. Christine looked up at Nick, eyes twinkling in amusement. Nick
rolled his eyes, and ushered her into the elevator.

“She’s
very pretty,” Christine said primly as they were carried up to their floor.

“She’s
a pain in the ass,” Nick said bluntly, his look so grim that Christine began to
laugh. Nick began to grin at her merriment as he slid in the keycard to their
room.

“She
can’t have been all bad if she was your girlfriend,” she pointed out
reasonably, dropping her purse on the table before sinking into the armchair in
her favorite position, pleasantly full and tired.

Nick
shrugged. “What can I say? I was a horny college kid and she had a killer body.
The deal breaker was when she thought she owned me, and started dissing my
friends.”

Christine
shook her head in commiseration, finding it a perfectly reasonable objection.
She couldn’t imagine letting anyone tell her what to do or who to be friends
with.  Nick took the opposite chair, and looked at her.

“Why
do you do that?” he asked suddenly.

Christine
was feeling sleepy, her eyes half-closed. She opened her eyes wider at that and
looked at him quizzically. “What?”

“Tuck
your feet in.”

Christine
laughed a little, unfurling one leg and showing him her foot. It was a narrow
one, and her second toe was longer than her big toe, an aberration her sister
shared. “I literally have cold feet, so I keep them warm under my butt.”

Nick
caught hold of her exposed foot, and his hands were warm. She tried to withdraw
it, afraid it might smell, but his grip was strong. He started to rub his
thumbs over the sole and Christine felt herself relaxing.

“That
feels so good, Nick,” she murmured, watching him under drooping eyelids. He was
studying her second toe with some fascination, and she wiggled it for his
benefit. He caught it in his mouth, and Christine’s breath stopped in mid-laugh
as she felt his teeth clamp lightly on the pad of her toe, and his hand slipped
under her pants leg to massage her calf.

Christine
was horrified to see her toe in his mouth, thinking of germs; at the same time,
she was straining for his hand to go up higher, where the skin was much more
sensitive. She cursed her jeans for being such a tight fit, and suddenly
remembering the bag in the closet. She reached out to him, gripping his hair to
pull his head back. He looked up at her, and she was fascinated to see his eyes
dilated.

“I
have something for you,” she whispered, and reluctantly he let her go. She
walked a little unsteadily to the closet, very conscious of her wet toe and
warm calf and retrieved the bag before slipping into the bathroom.

Nick
stayed a moment in his seat, and then started to take his clothes off. Whatever
Christine was up to, he knew what he wanted to do.

He
stripped the comforter from the bed and slipped between the sheets, the bulge
impossible to hide under the thin sheets. He grabbed a corner of the comforter
on the floor and threw it across, feeling somewhat ridiculous with a hard on
with no one else in the room. Just as he did so, the bathroom door opened, and
he saw her silhouetted against the bright light, her arms gripping the doorway
high on each side, pulling her full breasts higher.

“Oh,
baby,” he breathed, hand gripping the comforter he still held. He forced
himself to lay still, watching her in anticipation.

She
was wearing something really short, billowy and see-through, doing nothing but
enhance the body beneath it. Nick’s eyes widened as he took in the curve of her
waist as it flared to her hips, then tapered to her long legs encased in
strappy high heels. Suddenly, the comforter was much too warm and he brushed it
aside.

Christine
walked forward slowly, her heels giving her hips an exaggerated swing that was
completely sexy. As she came into the light of the lamp, he saw it was a white
negligee that opened in front, held together by thin ribbons. Underneath she
was wearing a white low-cut lace bra that provided tantalizing glimpses of her
nipples and matching panties. She reached the bed and leaned forward, placing
her hands on either side of his legs. She lifted her leg. Placing her knee one
after the other on the bed, she crawled forward until she was straddling him,
her crotch a mere inch from the bulge under the blanket.

Christine
had kept hair in a high ponytail, and it fell to hang between her breasts as
she leaned forward to kiss Nick.

He
met her lips with a barely suppressed hunger, and his hands reached down to
grip her ass under the negligee, and encountered nothing but bare skin.
Christine gasped against his mouth at the contact, and when his fingers
explored the pieces of string holding her panties together, she felt the slow
heat start to build up in her pussy. His hands forced her hips down, and she
was in full contact with his body, only the thin sheet between them. His hands
went up to her back, holding her close, and her breasts were crushed to his
chest.

Christine
had felt nervous as she slipped on the provocative clothing; she had never worn
anything so revealing before. His ardent response to her outfit made her feel
it was worth the effort.
I’ll have to start a collection
she thought naughtily.

Nick’s
lips moved from hers, trailing down her chin to her neck. Christine moaned as
Nick’s lips travelled down her throat, and she arched forward to give him
access to her breasts. He bit her nipple through the cloth, and the pain was
intense and highly erotic, and her thighs gripped his waist convulsively as she
cried out. Her scantily clad crotch was now rubbing directly on his erection,
and she could feel the intense heat he was generating even through the cloth.

He
darted his tongue forward to soothe the assaulted flesh, intensifying her
pleasure before turning his attention to the other breast. Satisfied, he pulled
down the cups to release her breasts and started to knead them, his thumb
moving against her hard, sensitive nipples, watching her as she writhed in
reaction. Desperately, Christine lifted her body enough to slip the blanket off
him, and she pushed the thongs aside. She gripped his dick which had sprung up
at its release, guiding him into her, and he gasped as she sank down, her
thighs flexing as she accommodated his girth. His hands flew to her hips, gasping
at her tightness and gripping her as he helped her move up and down his length,
eyes closed as he grunted with pleasure.

Christine
sat upright, letting her legs do the work as she cupped her own breasts,
throwing her head back as she bounced up and down, letting her mounting tension
take over, murmuring, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” as he penetrated her again and again.
She climaxed as his shaft throbbed stronger inside her and she sensed his own
climax. She moved down and gripped his shoulders as he tried to stop her from
moving, pumping him harder as her orgasm washed over her, ignoring his
agonized, “No, wait!” and he clamped her butt against him as he shot his come
into her, letting out a harsh breath at the release.

Christine
collapsed on top of him, panting as her pussy continued to throb after the
assault, and he cried out as her groin muscles gripped his shaft convulsively.
He rolled her over and pulled out, and Christine protested weakly as a sense of
loss washed over her. Nick smiled at her reaction, tapping her nose with a
slightly trembling finger.

“Give
me a minute, I don’t think I can stand much more,” he told her, gathering her
into his arms, and their pants slowly eased into regular breathing. Soon they
were both asleep, legs tangled and arms around each other.

Nick
awoke from a dreamless sleep, and he opened his eyes to Christine’s sleeping
face inches from his own, one hand tucked under her cheek. He lay still,
watching her, and knew she was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life
with.

As
if awakened by his scrutiny, Christine’s eyes slowly opened, and a smile curved
her lips. “Good morning,” she mumbled.

“Good
morning,” he replied, overwhelmed by his sudden realization, and he touched her
cheek. She nuzzled into his hand, turning her face to plant a kiss on his palm.
His flesh tingled at the feel of her lips, and he pulled her to him, running
his hands down her body. She inserted her leg between his and felt his shaft
against her stomach starting to wake up. His hand stilled, and he groaned as he
pulled away and sat up on the side of the bed, his head between his hands.
Christine sat up in alarm, her ardor rudely dampened.

“What’s
wrong, Nick?” she asked, wanting to place a hand on his smooth back, but not
quite daring to.

He
twisted around to look at her, saw her breasts were still exposed, begging to
be touched, and he closed his eyes. He willed himself to quit being such a
horny bastard, they had to talk, and had almost tamed the beast when she
finally got the courage to touch his arm. She was closer now, her eyes filled
with concern, her body clearly asking to be taken. He lost the battle.

He
pushed her back, pulling her panties off and saw that she was as bare as a baby
down there. Nick hadn’t noticed earlier, being preoccupied by other…things. He looked
up, and she was watching him, breathing in short, quick breaths, and her mouth
slightly open. He bent down, holding her legs apart, and licked the side of her
slit, savoring the smooth feel of the skin. His nose filled with the scent of
her sex, and he saw her starting to get wet. He licked the other side of her
slit, and watched tiny muscles in her inner thigh jumping, and felt his own
organ responding. Keeping his eyes on her, he slowly extended his tongue, just
touching the opening of her pussy, and Christine shuddered in anticipation,
moaning his name. He flicked his tongue up, brushing against her clit, and then
plunged it deeper, filling his mouth with her excitement.