Sensual Magic (4 page)

Instead all he felt was the velvet-inferno clasp of her inner walls as she adjusted around him. Until that moment he'd avoided looking her in the eyes, but once he did, she snared him and he couldn't look away. Even as it felt like she saw straight to his very soul.

He thrust deep, aching to bury himself in her as completely as he could and not knowing why. Over and over he pistoned into her cunt, wishing the complicated bodice of that sexy dress she wore could open so he could see her breasts bounce with the movement.

Next time. Next time he'd peel every article of clothing off. Take his time as he tasted every bit of her beautiful body from her toes to the top of her head.

Christ, where did that come from? No next time! There shouldn't even be a this time, but he'd be damned if he hadn't taken her when she'd stood, her fingers buried in her cunt, begging him to.

What sane man could turn down this woman beneath him? Her green eyes, pleasure-blurred as she looked up at him,
into
him.

She wrapped her long legs around him, holding him close, keeping his thrusts as deep as he needed. William was glad they were in accord on that issue.

She writhed, her back against the cool, hard surface of the desk as he loomed over her. His handsome, elegant face morphed into a mask of savage, feral sexuality and she loved it. Wanted more. Loved knowing she brought that change.

He fucked into her body with hard, deep thrusts, delighting her. Many men didn't fuck that hard, or if they did, they lacked the finesse to give that little rotation of the hips he gave on each forward thrust so his pubic bone crushed into her clit over and over.

“Finger your clit. Make yourself come, Nell. I got impatient before, but I want it now.”

Nell watched, fascinated, as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple, even as she brought her fingers to her mouth, wetting them before she took them to her clit.

Their gasps were in unison as she made that first contact, felt her inner muscles contract around his cock.

His eyes were beautiful and filled with so many things. Pain. Fear. Lust. Amusement. Arrogance. All Nell could hope was that the latter were due to her, but not the former. She didn't want to make him afraid, she wanted to make him want to take chances and leap even when he'd only known her a few days.

Her system responded, nerves quickening as her pleasure built. “Harder.”

He cursed, but kept his pace.

“Don't hold back. Harder.” She didn't want his control. Wanted him to stop hiding behind it, wanted to see him crack and show how much she affected him.

With a moan laced with surrender, he pulled nearly all the way out and plunged in again, moving her body up and pulling her back down as he retreated. Bright spots of pleasure burst against her momentarily closed eyelids. Over and over he drove into her body, hard and fast, his control ribboned away. When she opened her eyes again he'd let his head fall back.

The wall holding her climax back fell and it filled her, coursing through her system until she knew nothing but that exquisite contact made from cock to cunt and her soul to his. She breathed him in as he groaned and came, leaning over her, his mouth next to her ear.

Not caring what he thought, she gave in to temptation and licked up the line of his neck from the collar of his shirt. Salty, warm, a bit spicy. Oh, sweet heaven, she was a total goner.

* * *

Once he got his breath back, he straightened and moved to get rid of the condom. He really would have to send a thank-you for that swag basket. As he looked everywhere but at her, he noted his office was a mess, the items from his desk scattered all over the floor.

He didn't say anything as he cleaned up a bit and got himselfin order and she did the same. She primped her hair, but not with the sense of ease the other women he usually dealt with did. Her dressed-up act was total bullshit, a costume to put on and play pretend. Part of him was relieved. He liked her more natural and at ease, but another part was turned on that she was playing a game. Role-playing. He did so very enjoy it, and not in the naughty-secretary sense. In the sense that role-play, even just to pretend you don't know your girlfriend, pick her up in a bar and fuck her in the parking lot in the car, was hot and it kept a sense of fun in a relationship.

Of course, relationships and girlfriends were something he didn't allow himself and didn't miss. And the woman now pulling her dress back down over her newly restored pantied ass was a nice, quick fuck and that was that.

“While I'm thankful for the enjoyable interlude, I
already told you I'd assist you if I remembered those names.” He smiled arrogantly. He needed to keep her at arm's length.

She merely returned the smile, but hers was…well, serene.
Serene?
He'd just eaten her pussy on his desk and fucked her senseless and she looked like that? Even as the scent of sex hung between them, beating at him, she calmly grabbed her little sparkly bag and headed for the door.

“I'll be in touch before I leave Las Vegas.”

Speechless, he watched as she left.

* * *

Nell wanted to laugh out loud when she noted the look of shock on his face when she didn't rise to his little jab. Amateur. Oh, he was scared because he'd felt it, too, the depth of this thing between them.

His sort of grumpy behavior after he'd given her so much pleasure and had clearly taken his share, as well, sort of amused her. Dear God, she may have even been charmed by it.

It was probably love, then, since in any other situation if a man had said that he'd be spitting out his teeth.

Galen saw her approach and snorted. “Well, I guess I don't have to ask how your meeting with him went. He's standing in his doorway looking at you, by the way.”

“He's a tool. Come on, let's roll.”

Galen put an arm around her shoulder and walked out with her. “You all right? Do I need to beat him up for you?”

“He's meant for me, Galen,” she said quietly once they'd left the noise of the club. “I know it. He feels it, but he's scared.”

Galen paused and then took a deep breath. He touched her face briefly, smiling. “Ah, darlin', I wish this moment could be easy for you. You're going to have to take some stick
while he figures it out. That's going to suck. Humans, Christ. You couldn't get some nice male witch?”

She laughed. “Fate, you can't fight her or she'll kick your ass. He's—” she paused with a shrug “—it. But yes, he's trying to push me away with his reactions. It won't work and frankly, he's the one who's going to come for me in the end.”

Galen wrinkled his nose. “Too much info there, Nell.”

She tsked. “Shaddup! You know what I mean. To my door, to me. Perv.”

“I expect you'll take a few knocks between now and then. He's not going to accept it the same way we do. But he'll come around. How could he not? You're wonderful. And if he doesn't, I'll kill him.”

She grinned and hugged him briefly. “You're so awesome. Come on, let's get some sleep, shall we?”

CHAPTER FIVE

H
e tried not to watch her with that other guy after she'd walked out. But he'd not only stood in his doorway, he'd followed and taken in their easy interchange in the area outside the front doors.

The sight of her hugging the other man had remained burned into his brain, kept him from getting much sleep and agitated him even the next evening as he sat at his desk and pretended to work.

Damn it, what was up with the way he could not stop thinking about her? Even after a hot shower when he got home and another one before he came into work he still smelled her on his skin. As he sat at his desk, all he could remember was how she'd looked there on it while he'd been buried deep inside her.

A physical ache lodged in his gut as he remembered the feel of her body, the sound of her responses, the taste of her pussy, the salt of her skin. Craving. He craved her. Tossing his pen down, he scrubbed his hands over his face.

She drew his thoughts. Had done so since the moment he met her. Like the wisp of a voice here and there, always occupying part of his attention. Why? She wasn't exceptionally
beautiful, although those breasts were delicious. She wasn't a sex kitten or a skilled seducer. She seemed a bit hard, more so than his usual type, that's for sure.

Whatever the reason she lay on his mind, he most definitely wanted to help her get Leah. That bitch had taken advantage of her last mark if he could help it.

He'd made some calls to old friends of his back home to see if they knew anything about what Leah might be up to these days and he was able to get a few names. Something he felt ridiculously proud of, like he'd championed Nell in some way. The need to show off for her made him want to poke an eye out.

“You rang?”

He looked up. As if he'd conjured her, Nell stood in his doorway, back in her jeans, boots and a pretty, faded blue blouse. Her hair was pinned away from her face and she looked, well, wholesome. Or she would have if she didn't give off some air of potential violence.

He sat up, interested in his own train of thought. Why did he think of violence? She didn't seem physically aggressive although certainly sexually so.

“Why do you have that look on your face? Do I have catsup on my shirt?” She looked down and irritation slid through him that she'd charmed him.

“Sorry, you caught me when I was thinking about something else. Come in and shut the door.”

She laughed as she closed the door and entered the room fully. It was already nearly eleven so the show had started and the club was packed and loud.

“I don't have time for a captivating quickie on your desk
tonight. I have errands to run. Also, I have a pen-shaped bruise on my ass.”

“Maybe next time I'll spread you out on a bed. I think I'd like to have about four hours to spend on your body.”

She cocked her head, eyes glimmering with sexuality so raw he felt it, electric, riding up his spine. Her tongue darted out, sliding along her lips until he squirmed in his seat. “Is that why you called me, Mr. Emery?”

He took a sip of his mineral water and tried not to smile. “I took the liberty of asking a few friends back in Boston about those names you gave me last night.” He pushed the papers toward her and she took them, looking through them. “That may give you something. Not a whole lot, but hopefully a bit of help.”

She smiled. “Thanks, William. I appreciate it.” She stood and he followed, not wanting her to go yet. He reached her quickly, before she got to the door.

“Where are you headed?”

She stopped and he angled her body with his own, backing her against the door.

“Hmm, against this door, apparently. Déjà vu?”

He moved so close his body rested against hers. The sunwarmed scent of her skin rose to his nose and he breathed deep. Leaning in, he nuzzled her neck softly and she sighed, melting into his touch.

He skated his lips up, under her chin, his teeth nipping at her jaw. Her mouth was waiting for him when he got there, her lips parted, breath mingling with his as he slid into the kiss.

Her hands smoothed up the front of his shirt and he shivered when her nails scored over his nipples. Their tongues tangled, flirted, teased back and forth in an easy dance. It
felt as if he'd kissed her a million times, her taste was so familiar and at the same time, like he'd never been kissed before. Their connection was so unexpectedly moving. He knew it would be, and yet found it surprising, too.

Need slammed into his gut, his cock, his heart. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt and she stayed him.

“You know you want this as much as I do,” he said as he struggled for breath.

“I do. But not here. Not now. I really do have to go. I'm expecting to meet someone and I can't be late.”

He took a step back, feeling like a toddler who'd been told no. He wanted her, damn it! Why did any woman have the ability to do this to him? This wasn't who he was.

He gave her a smile, easing back, using his feigned nonchalance to build a moat between them before he did something stupid like beg.

“Okay, then. You know it's not fair to give me a taste and then deny me. But fine. Call me before you leave Vegas. Maybe we'll get together before you go home.”

Her lips tightened into a line for a brief moment, but instead she breathed out and then shrugged. “Okay, then. Have a good one and thanks for the help.” She hauled the door open and he was, yet again, watching her leave. That's all she had to say?
Okay, then?

Oh, no! With a muted growl of frustration, he stormed after her. One of his people saw her walk out and handed her a note.

“What's that?” he nearly barked as she read.

“A piece of paper with words on it. Don't you have, like, eleventyfourteen women to blow before you turn into a
pumpkin at midnight?” She tucked the note into her bag and headed toward the door.

“Let me walk you to the elevators at least. You're staying here, you said. It's getting late.” He quickly told the bouncer he'd be back shortly and hustled to catch up with her.

Nell wanted to rap him over the head with her bag. Oh, he'd see her again before she left Vegas all right. He was an idiot and willfully blind to what they had between them. Or, well, not so blind, which is why she knew he played it all cool after she'd called a halt to that kiss. She'd moved him, he wanted her and he didn't like that he did. Well, tough shit. He was hers, the stupid twit. She wasn't going to engage and let him goad her, though.

“Hey, wait, those are the elevators to the parking garage,” he said, trying to steer her like she was an idiot. Her legs still felt like rubber after that kiss. God, he'd felt so good there, his mouth on hers like it was made to be there. He had no idea how hard it had been to stop it. But she had to meet with Galen and Alex.

She rolled her eyes, exasperated. “I know. I need the elevators to the garage. I'm meeting someone down the Strip so I need my car. Thanks for walking me to the elevators. Have a good night.” She walked into the elevator, just waiting for the door to close so she could fume a bit, but he had the nerve to follow her in. Hmpf. He couldn't bear to leave her. Ha!

“Why didn't you say that? I'm going to walk you to your car.”

“This place is totally safe.” Not like she'd be worried if it wasn't. She could handle herself quite ably against most threats.

“Of course it is, but I'm not letting a woman walk to her car alone this late. What sort of gentleman would I be?”

She refrained from answering that question and got out when the doors opened.

“You know, do you take these sorts of risks in…Where did you say you were from?” William's legs were as long as hers and he didn't have heels on, so he kept up nicely.

“I didn't, but I'll give you a freebie. Seattle. We've both already said this hotel was safe. And by risks do you mean fucking a near-stranger?”

He didn't want to know. Oh, hell, of course he did. He wanted to know if she did this sort of thing regularly or whether it was special between them. It was still a one-night stand though. Just a special one.

“Do you?”

“Walk to my car in hotel parking lots?”

“Are you sulking? Because I told you up front this wasn't going anywhere.”

She stopped next to a deep green Mercedes and he approved mightily. Until she turned to the shiny black car next to it.

Her annoyed look, the one she'd tried to hide when he'd jabbed at her with his last comment, smoothed into amusement.

“What? Don't tell me you expected the Mercedes?” She laughed, putting her bag, much larger and far less useless than the one she'd had the night before, on the seat.

Speech eluded him. The car was beautiful in its own way, but not sleek. Not new and elegant. It didn't have air bags and heated seats. It was a muscle car.

“1969 Camaro. Beautiful, isn't she?” She said it with pride.

He circled it. “Gotta admit, it's fucking gorgeous. Someone really gifted did this work.” He looked up to catch her surprised look. “Now I surprise you. My father loved classic
cars. He passed that love on to me and my brother.” He wished she'd be around long enough for him to show her his collection.

She'd moved to join him at the blunt nose end. “I am not mechanical at all. I just knew I wanted one so I spent six years until I found her. There's this guy in Oregon, way up in the mountains.”

“Pete Simpson. I just went up there last year to buy a Jag. A '68. Drove her back here in the late summer and it was perfect.”

“Red, right?” At his nod she continued. “He'd just finished it when I went down on my way to San Francisco midsummer last year. He said he had a buyer. Congratulations.”

“So do you or not?” he burst out and she stopped, fisting her hands on her hips.

“We're back to that, are we? Do I fuck near-strangers on a regular basis? That was the question, yes?” She paused. “Well, here's the thing, bucko, you made sure to tell me several times since last night that this wasn't going anywhere. You wore a condom, so I don't think you have a right to ask that question.”