Pure Temptation (16 page)

 
Hanna was being a demanding little nymph. I leaned in and whispered, “Take me to your house.”

Amused by my forwardness, John raised an eyebrow. “I’m all yours, baby. Let’s pick up my bike at The Bar and go.”

Before long, we were back in front of The Bar and with a sense of urgency, he whisked us away on his Harley to his beach house.

We were barely inside the house when we started tearing each other’s clothes off. Shirts, skirts and socks all ballooned down to the floor as if a hurricane had just blown them around the house. When everything had settled, I stood there in his bedroom with his body pressed tighter to mine than I thought possible. I could feel every inch of him, every muscle and every curve. His fingers tangled in my hair as his other hand pressed into the small of my back then slid down to cup my butt cheek. His breath feathered lightly on my waiting lips and my heart thumped in response. I felt like I was falling. I closed my eyes and he sucked in my lips, twisting into a passionate kiss. It felt like I was floating on air.

John pulled back and watched me with an intense gaze. He tipped his forehead to mine and pulled in jagged breaths. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me up. I sprang up and wrapped both my legs around his waist, and he spun me around to place me on the bed. We went down together, locking lips and gasping for breaths between heated kisses. His body was so strong and he maneuvered it expertly as he hovered over me. I could feel the hardness of him against me. He was a powerhouse of lust, thick and stiff, bulging as if he could barely be contained. I wanted him desperately. The way his hands felt on my skin, made heat spark in me like no other. Every time I took a breath, my chest expanded and my nipples piqued up toward him, aching for his touch, longing for the wet flesh of his tongue to rake across their hard nubs.

 
As if he read my mind, John lowered his mouth to meet my swollen breasts. He cupped one breast and pushed a finger into my wet folds between my legs at the same time. My heart pounded harder in my chest. The way he teased with his fingers, touching me down there, and his tongue on my nipples at the same time, made me crazy. I had never reacted like this before with any man. Most of the good looking guys I’d met were shallow, so it was easy to resist them. But the moment John‘s blue eyes locked on mine and he paralyzed me with his smile, I knew he was like no other guy I had met. And what made this whole thing even more insane, was that I had allowed myself to fall for him, while pretending I was Hanna. But I couldn’t help myself. It felt right and with his fingers strumming me like a guitar, it also felt so incredibly delicious that I wanted more.

As he licked up the side of my neck, I rolled my head to the side with a moan and threw all caution to the wind. Hanna was free. With pure hot lust surging through my veins, I slid my hand down between his rock solid abs and my body, and sheathed his hardness with my entire hand. I stroked him hard up and down, with my fingers wrapped around the wide girth of his shaft. A guttural pleasure sound rattled in the back of his throat, and he nipped at my lower lip. He teased it with his teeth, and then covered my mouth with his soft and full lips. My body was charged, ready for him. My wet folds tingled and vibrated, and my legs trembled in anticipation. I wanted it. I couldn’t wait a minute longer or I thought I would burst.

My breaths were ragged and panting. I wanted to please him, to feel him shudder with pure, raw, carnal delight when he pushed into me. He knew what I wanted and he wanted it too. He pulled back just far enough to position the tip of his shaft at my pleading opening. I was still stroking and guiding him. Then I arched my pelvis up and shoved him into me. Reaching both hands around, I clawed at his back, pressing my breasts into his steel hard chest. We rocked together and wailed out each other’s names as the intensity of our synchronized thrusting increased.

It was wild. It was raw. We scratched, we clawed. He slung his arms under the back of my knees, bending them damn near up to my ears. I liked it rough this way. His advances were full of passion and fire. He then rose up like a stallion on his knees, and slammed inside of me hard, groaning through gritted teeth.

I threw my arms above my head, reaching for the flimsy wooden headboard for stability as he thrust himself deeper. I could barely breathe. The headboard wobbled and banged the wall but I didn’t care. The loud thumping was just confirmation of our intense desire for each other. The rapid pace of my heartbeat banged out a fast reverberation inside my body, and I was lost as crashing waves of desire came sweeping through me. My mind was numb and barren of thought. The room was like white noise. Everything was pure sensations now. Only touch, taste, sound and smell existed as I rose to the summit of my orgasm. I closed my eyes, in order to intensify the remaining senses. Two heartbeats after I came, John released inside of me and groaned out a deep satisfied breath.

He slumped over to my side and caught my face in his cupped hand as he rolled. He smiled a wide, content smile and released my face as quickly as he had touched it. We both were spent, breathless and waiting for our breathing to slow to normal. I flung an arm out to my side, casually letting it flop onto the mattress. I felt joy. He rolled toward my side again, and I could feel his breath breeze past my ear as he spoke softly in to it. “Hanna, you are a wild woman ...a beautiful wild woman.” He stroked my cheek with his fingers and nuzzled into my neck.

I smiled with my eyes closed. “Was I too much for you?”

He nibbled at my earlobe and answered with a mock tiger growl, “Gr-r-r-r. I loved it.”

My eyes fluttered open and I gave him a teasing slap on his muscular tattooed arm. “Just wait until you see what’s in store for breakfast.”

Emma twirled in front of me showing off the outfit I had given her. “How do I look?”

“You look stunning. It fits you perfectly.” It really did. It looked so much better on her than on me. We had spent most of the afternoon going through her ancient wardrobe trying to find something dressy that wasn’t resurrected from the 1990’s. She confessed that she had only been on one date since her separation from Brian, so most of her ‘party’ clothes were from years ago.

Luckily, we wore the same size and the new Guess outfit I had purchased the day I left New York, looked perfect on her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wear this?” Emma said. “I feel bad taking your new clothes. You barely wore them.”

“Oh, I’m sure, Emma. Trust me, you need this more than I do. Besides, we don’t want to scare your date away, do we?” I teased her and held up the ‘out of style’ pink dress she had just tried on. It looked like something straight out of an old Madonna music video. “You should save this one though. You never know when you might need a dress for a retro-costume party.” I laughed and twisted away as she tried to snatch the eyesore out of my hands, and then we both plopped onto the bed rolling in laughter.
 

I stopped to catch my breath and took a second look at Emma from a new perspective. She seemed different with makeup and her hair put up, so pretty now that she wasn’t in her ‘mom’ outfit.

“What’s his name again? Your hot date…” I asked.

She blew a lock of hair out of her eyes and sat up on the bed. “Eric. He’s nice. And young.”

“Oh?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Five years younger than me.”

“You go, girl,” I said elbowing her. “How do you know him?”

She laughed and shook her head. “You’re not going to believe this, he’s my gynecologist.”

I stared at her and my mouth fell open. “Really? That’s…well…cool? I guess,” I was dumbfounded. It was all I could think to say.

The expression on Emma’s face changed to a more somber one. “I feel a little awkward though. He has a big advantage over me.”

“What’s that?”

“He’s already seen me naked, and I don’t know a thing about his …his junk …in the trunk.” I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at Emma’s faux pas. “Emma, men don’t have their ‘junk’ in the ‘trunk’. You mixed up the expressions.”

“Oh sorry, I mean ‘under the hood’ is that the right analogy?”

“No-oh.”

She laughed out loud and I couldn’t help but laugh with her, too much information for sure.

I jumped up from the bed. “I’d better go get ready before John gets here.” Only an hour until our double date would start and I was still in the same clothes as yesterday.

I showered, got dressed and applied makeup in record time. Before the doorbell rang, I was polished shined and ready to go. If only there were special event competitions for getting ready in a hurry, I would be an Olympic champion.

* * *

“So a husband and wife are in bed together ...” Eric, the gynecologist, leaned back in his chair, swirling a whiskey drink in one hand as he cockily delivered the well-rehearsed lines of his joke. He must have picked it up at his last convention. “…and the husband starts fooling around. The wife quickly says, “Not tonight, Dear. I have a gynecologist appointment in the morning.” The husband is dejected but then suddenly throws the covers off and there he is, completely naked. The wife says, “What are you doing? I told you I have an appointment with my gynecologist tomorrow.” “Yes, I heard you, but do you also have an appointment with your dentist?”

John was laughing, clearly amused at the guy humor. I glanced at Emma and she smiled but I wasn’t sure if she was just being polite. I got up and grabbed her hand. “See you in a couple of minutes, boys. We’re going to the powder room.”

Okay, so far Eric wasn’t a creepy doctor guy, but that joke was a little geeky. At least he could poke fun at himself and his chosen profession. I just didn’t know how he could sit down and order clams at dinner earlier tonight at Broken Waves, the best seafood restaurant in town, after looking at women’s vaginas all day.

After the dinner, we had all decided to check out what was quickly becoming my regular place, The Bar. It was crowded when we arrived, but we hustled enough chairs for the four of us to have a corner table.

I pulled Emma into the Ladies room and as soon as we got inside, Emma chirped out, “So what do you think of Eric?”

“He’s nice.” Oh no, I paused a nano-second too long before I said the word nice and Emma wasn’t convinced. She gave me a half smile and her brows pulled together. “It’s weird, isn’t it? I mean, him being my gynecologist.”

“A little,” I admitted.

“Crap. It’s a lot weird. What the heck was I thinking, dating my gynecologist?” She laughed.

“Okay, you got me. It’s freaking weird,” I chuckled.

“Why is dating so hard? The few good looking guys that are left in my age group are married, gay or weirdoes.”

“Geez, you give up too easily. What about Joe who works at the hardware store? He was eying you the day we bought paint? Do you think Joe is good looking?”

“What?”

“I mean would you ever do him?”

“I’d rather put out a camp fire with my face.”

“Ouch. Such harsh dating practices you have here in the South. Don’t worry, you know what they say about all the fish in the sea…”

“Are you getting all Biblical on me?”

I snorted. “There are a lot of good guys out there, Emma, and also one, especially for you. Remember, this was your first date in years. Just keep it going, date more guys and before you know it, the right man will show up. …just promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“No more dating guys who’ve already seen you naked.”

She laughed. “Alright, I promise. No family doctors or gynecologists.”

I opened my purse and pulled out my pink gloss as I checked my lip color in the mirror. What the hell did I know about relationships advice? It certainly wasn’t my forte. After all, my longest relationship lasted less than a year and that ended pretty badly.

“So, what do you think of John?” I asked as I applied a rosy hue.

“Oh Hanna, John’s hot, like …on fire hot. Oh, sorry did I say that out loud? I mean, he’s outrageously good looking …and he seems like a really nice guy. Anyway, he’s been nice to you, hasn’t he?”

“Yes of course.” I paused my lip gloss wand in the air and turned to look at Emma.

“Just be careful.”

“What do you mean?”

“Guys like him break hearts. It’s written all over his face, his handsome face, see that’s the problem. Anyway, I’m not saying he’ll do that to you, but I don’t want to see you hurt.”

I looked down. “I know. It’s a risk. I can already see myself falling for him. But I don’t want to be like Daisy.”

“Who the hell is Daisy?”

“Daisy Buchanan, a character in a novel I was reading.” For college, before I left New York. But I can’t tell you that because I ran away from my home with a suitcase full of tainted cash, and now I might be foolishly risking my heart for a guy like John.

“Well, what would Daisy do? Risk her heart?” Emma asked.

“Hell no. She went for the safe, boring solution. She went for the money. I don’t want to be like that. When it comes to love, I hope I can be brave and take risks. How will I ever find the perfect guy, if I’m not willing to put my heart on the line?”

“Wow, Hanna. You’ve really got your head on straight. I think most women are too scared to give love a real chance and end up like me. Marrying that popular guy they had a crush on in high school, the one guy who’s now totally wrong for them.”

I looked at Emma. I could see the loneliness and desperation in her eyes. “You have the most beautiful daughter. Brian is a creep and marrying him was so wrong for you, but that relationship gave you Michelle.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “You’re right. I’m feeling sorry for myself. I have the most wonderful daughter and I should be happy… it’s just tough being a single parent.”

I squeezed her hand. “I can only imagine. But don’t give up on happiness. It will find you.”

“I won’t. Thanks Hanna. You said exactly what I needed to hear.”

I shoved my lip gloss back into my purse and stepped in front of Emma to fix a stray hair that wandered away from her up-do. “Here, let me get that.” I pushed it back in place with a satisfied look. “We should probably get back before they put out a missing persons report on us.”

I stole one last look in the mirror and flung open the door ready to party the night away with good company. No sooner had my foot stepped across the threshold, when I was brought up short by the sight before my eyes. As if our conversation had summoned the devil, Emma’s ex-husband, Brian, was standing just five feet from us, drunk and approaching fast. Foamy golden ale sloshed violently from side to side in his beer glass as he zigzagged his way to Emma. He must have seen us go in the restroom and waited for us.

“I saw your new boyfriend.” He slurred and teetered into Emma’s personal space. “So you think you can replace me with him. You’re a fucking cunt, you know that?”

Emma’s eyes raged. “Get the hell away from me, Brian. Don’t forget, I have a restraining order against you. If you don’t leave me and Michelle alone, I’ll have your sorry ass hauled back to jail faster than you can say ‘prison bitch’.”

 
Brian moved a defiant step closer until he was right in Emma’s face and grumbled in a low husky voice, “It’s a free fucking world and I can come here if I want to.”

I opened my mouth to protest and tell Brian that I was about to crush his balls right now, when I saw Eric approaching fast.

He grabbed Brian by the shoulder. “Hey asshole. Get away from her.”

Then everything exploded. Without warning, Brian spun around and smashed his beer glass right into Eric’s nose. Beer flew in the air, shards of glass fell to the floor and blood ran from Brian’s hand. Eric was knocked out cold and collapsed to the floor.

He laid there with his long slender arms and legs flung out in an awkward fashion. Emma screamed out Eric’s name and began kicking at Brian’s shins and pounding her small fists and occasionally her purse on Brian’s back.

“Get off me, you fucking bitch,” Brian screamed to Emma.

A rushing noise filled my ears and I turned towards it. There was a freight train approaching and it was John, aimed straight for Brian. I pulled Emma by her arm and spun her around, out of harm’s way, with her purse still flying in the air from the momentum of her punches. It went twirling around the crook of her elbow.