“Well, considering you’ve had every blonde bimbo in town hanging off you at one time or other, I’d imagine you’d have plenty to occupy your time instead of tormenting me. I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day, for crying out loud!”
He simply looked at her a moment before that maddening grin of his split his face. “Why, Audra
Wethington
. I do believe you’re jealous.”
That hit a little too close to the mark. Her crush on him was something she had never been able to shake. Any sane woman would have kneed him in the balls and marched out the front door. Unfortunately, no one had ever accused Audra of being sane. She merely lifted an eyebrow.
“I doubt jealousy would do me much good. I’m not blonde, and I’m not a bimbo.”
“Certainly not.
You’re far too classy to be a bimbo. As to the blonde thing, I like my women like I like my coffee.
Strong and dark.
I need a woman who can take all I need to give her and then take what she needs in return.” He stroked her cheek, his eyes filled with greedy need. “I find
a women
like you more to my liking.
All that dark skin and hair... and so intelligent.
The few classes we had together in college, I tried everything to get you to notice me.”
“If you mean the time you burned all my class notes, I definitely noticed.”
He shrugged but kept her close, swaying to the music once again. “It got you to my apartment for a study date, didn’t it?”
“You’re a pig, Trent Nelson.” She didn’t really mean it, but it seemed necessary to say it.
He just chuckled and pulled her closer, pressing her against his hard frame. The thick bulge mashed so pleasantly against her belly promised wonderful delights if she dared to take them. Did she?
The music continued to encourage the slow dancing. Before long, Audra found herself simply sighing and winding her arms around his neck. She hadn’t consumed much alcohol, and she was certain the buzz had been wearing off, but one whiff of Trent’s unique, musky, male scent and her head was spinning all over again. What would it be like to belong with him?
If they were a couple dancing a Valentine’s dance?
What kind of lover would he be? Would he be slow and gentle? No. Trent was many things, but suave and tender didn’t seem to fit him.
Not that he couldn’t be gentle
or that he wouldn’t be a giving lover, but he was the kind of man to sweep a woman off her feet and conquer her. Damned if that didn’t make her horny.
Audra lifted her head to look at him. The harsh angles of his face held a kind of forbidden, masculine beauty she didn’t want to resist. Trent Nelson wasn’t hers, yet, but she had the feeling he could be. Given her curse with Valentine’s Day, she wasn’t sure it was such a good idea. Then, before she could think about it any further, he bent his head and captured her lips with his.
In that moment, everything dropped away. Nothing mattered. Not the crowd around them, not the band playing the sultry music.
Nothing but Trent and his kiss.
His lips possessed her, just like she knew he would. He coaxed her into submission rather than taking her by storm like she’d expected him to. Tenderly, seductively, he kissed her, his tongue licking the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. She let him in willingly, uncaring if it was the place or time, only knowing she wanted this.
Only this.
As quickly it began, Trent ended the kiss. That was when Audra noticed the band had stopped and everyone was clapping and leaving the dance floor. He curled his hand around her upper arm and guided her toward the bar where she’d left her purse with
Dedra
.
The other woman had her belongings out and handed them to her as they passed. Trent paused only long enough to tell her to charge everything to him. Audra made eye contact with
Dedra
only briefly. She swore the other woman wore a satisfied smirk on her face.
No way in hell Trent was letting
this opportunity pass
. Audra was
so
his! And about fucking time too. He’d had it bad for the sexy, curvy woman since high school, but dating a black woman in a small Southern town hadn’t been the best idea at the time. He hadn’t been concerned with himself, but he hadn’t wanted to cause Audra grief.
Now that they were all grown up with their own businesses and had established themselves independently, he couldn’t really give a flying fuck. As far as he was concerned, this had been a long time coming.
“Where are we going?” She sounded as breathless as he felt. Thankfully, she wasn’t resisting, simply trying her best to keep up with his longer strides. Trent did his best to slow down, but he was hanging on by a thread. He needed to get to his house so he could prove to her once and for all he was her man.
“My home,” he growled. Damn, he sounded gruff. He hoped it wouldn’t send her scampering away from him. Not that he’d let her.
“Didn’t you drive? How far is it?”
“I never drive when I go to
Dedra’s
. I like to have a few beers with the guys and couldn’t drive home, anyway. Besides, it’s only a couple of blocks away.”
She skidded to a halt, pulling him into the little alcove of a deserted storefront. “I can’t wait that long.” Her voice was a husky whisper as she pulled him down to her for a heated kiss.
At the first touch of her lips, Trent lost all good sense. He had been prepared for their explosive chemistry on the dance floor, but this was something altogether different. He whirled her around so her back was against the wall, her body sandwiched between it and him. Blocking her from any curious onlookers, Trent kissed her with all the pent-up lust and need inside him, sweeping inside her mouth to take command of her. His hands found their way underneath her shirt until he skimmed the silky-soft flesh of her belly. Electricity seemed to arch between them, feeding their need.
His need.
For her part, Audra clung to him, kissing him back. Obviously, the chemistry wasn’t one-sided, but how far would she go? He wanted everything. Would she be willing to give it to him?
“Tell me what you want, Audra.” His voice was rough, but it was all he was capable of at the moment. The fierce firestorm inside him threatened to explode into a raging inferno that might just damn him to the pits of hell. If she so much as hinted she’d be willing, he wouldn’t have the least problem taking her right there against the wall.
Crude though it might be.
“I want you,” she whimpered.
“Buried inside me.
Christ, Trent, I need you!”
Her admission almost brought him to his knees. His previous thought came back to bite him in the ass because he could actually have her right there.
In the little alcove of the storefront.
On the sidewalk where anyone passing by could see.
He spun her around to face the store window.
Their reflections shown dimly in an ethereal image.
Damn, but she was beautiful! Her cheeks flushed slightly under all that coffee-and-cream skin, her lips puffy from his kisses, her eyelids drooping slightly in her passion. He wanted to keep that look on her face forever.
Trent rested one hand on the window, providing a little cover for her while the other skimmed up her thigh under the short leather skirt she wore. It wasn’t long before he encountered the lace of her underwear riding high on her hip. With quick, deft movements, he slid the garment down her legs for her to step out of. When she would have bent to retrieve them, he stopped her, snagging them himself and stuffing them in his pocket.
“Do you want me bad enough to let me fuck you right here?” He was right beside her ear, his body blocking any view from the street.
She didn’t hesitate before replying, “God, yes, Trent! Yes!”
Had he been a lesser man, Trent might have creamed himself right there. One thing he’d learned about Audra during college was she never said anything she didn’t mean. She’d let him take her there on the street if he wanted. He definitely wanted.
With a groan of frustration, he tugged her skirt back over her hips and took her hand. “Come on before I take you up on that offer.”
“Who said it was an offer?” she muttered. “I was actually demanding it.”
“I know,” he answered.
“But not the first time.
For that, you’re going to be in my bed.”
It took
them
about five minutes to make it to his house. Five minutes of hell for Trent. He had his keys in his hand before they got up the steps leading to the door. Seconds later, he had it unlocked and ushered her inside. He barely got the door shut before she was on him.
Audra found his mouth with hers as she tugged at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons before finally just tearing it open. Her hands roamed over every inch of his chest and abdomen, nails scraping down his
pecs
.
He needed her out of her clothes.
Now.
Yesterday.
No way
he could
manage the tiny buttons, and simply tearing the thing from her body wasn’t an option. If it happened to be one of her favorites, he’d never forgive himself. Women were funny about clothes. Instead, he lifted it over her head before tossing it aside. Then he went to work on her bra. Seconds later, he had it unclasped and on the floor with her blouse, followed by her skirt and shoes.
There was no way to stop his hands from caressing all that silky skin. Audra was perfection masquerading as a woman wrapped in sin and seduction.
Nothing about her didn’t appeal to him.
Especially how she was just as sexually aggressive as he was.
She wasn’t a coy maiden. This was a woman who knew what she wanted and grabbed it with both hands. Right that second, she wanted him.
Her fingers deftly undid his jeans, and she slid them down his thighs to the floor, sinking to her knees as she did so. Before he could protest, Audra sank her mouth around his cock, pulling strongly as she
kneaded
his ass.
“Ah, fuck! Baby, you can’t do that if you don’t want me to come right here.” Trent’s body actually trembled, breaking out into a fine sheen of sweat. She didn’t stop; rather she moved her mouth over him faster and deeper, straining his tenuous control.
Trent knew she was always picky about her hair. He’d never seen it disheveled or tousled as long as he’d known her. Still, there was no way he could keep his fingers out of the silken mass of curls framing her beautiful face. At first, he intended to pull her away, but he found himself guiding her, encouraging her continued ministrations. This wouldn’t do at all.
With a supreme effort, Trent pulled her away from him, urging her to her feet where he swept her up in his arms and carried her down the hall to his bedroom. A flick of his hand, and the covers were turned down and at the end of the bed. He wanted her on his sheets where he’d have her scent all around him when he slept.
Resisting the urge to simply fall on her and plunge into her like some kind of animal, Trent shoved her legs apart and settled his upper body between them. Sweet skin beckoned him, and he didn’t even try to resist, kissing her belly and delving into her navel. The little, diamond-studded, dangling belly ring adorning the little indenture was a temptation as well. He tugged on it with his lips and teeth, licking all around it until she moaned and fisted her hands in his hair.
The skin above her smooth mound was just as sweet as the rest of her, but he was anxious to get to her sex. He had a feeling once he tasted that he would be there awhile, and he wanted his fill of the rest of her first.
Diverting himself a little -- and to throw her off balance -- Trent shifted and moved to her breasts. They were generous without being overly large.
Firm.
High.
Temptingly beautiful.
Just like the woman herself. He took one taut peak between his lips and nipped before
laving
it with the flat of his tongue over and over again. Doing the same to the other nipple, Trent wondered if it was possible to pass out from needing someone so badly. All the blood had rushed from his brain straight to his cock. The perfection of her breasts wasn’t helping matters any, either.
Audra wrapped her legs around his torso, grinding herself against his belly as he loved her breasts. She tried to pull him up her body, first by his arms and shoulders, then his hair when he wouldn’t cooperate. Trent might have chuckled if he hadn’t been so damned willing to do as she wished. But he couldn’t. He wanted to experience every part of her, and he still had her cunt to taste.