Drive Me Wild. P.J. Mellor
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“Let’s see if we can do something about that.”
“Ah, I need a shower.” Who the hell was she, and why was she in his brother’s apartment? “I’m sweaty. Drove with the top down, then stopped and got a haircut, so I need to rinse off.”
She frowned. “I thought you got a haircut yesterday.”
Shit . “Yeah, well, I had to go back and have it redone.”
“Are you okay?”
“Sure…why?”
She shrugged, causing him to force his gaze from her well oiled chest. “Your voice sounds odd. Like maybe you’re coming down with something.”
He coughed for effect. “Probably from the night air.”
She nodded absently and he slipped into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. He dug in his pocket and pulled out Braedon’s BlackBerry. “C’mon, pick up!”
When his own voice came on the line, he hung up and twisted on the shower controls, cursing his brother for forgetting such an important detail, like the woman standing naked on the other side of the door.
Rather than clear his mind, the steam of the shower wove around him, stroking his sudden erection, making him impossibly harder.
He jumped when the shower door opened and cool air surrounded him. Before he could find his voice, the woman stepped in. How had she gotten in?
“I locked the door!” Smooth, Ryan, real smooth. It was a safe bet those would not have been Braedon’s first words.
She smiled and placed her cool hands on his chest. “Why’d you do that? You know that lock hasn’t worked since you moved in.” The steam activated the warm, sultry scent of her perfume to waft around him, making his mouth water. She took the soap in her hand and began lathering him. All over.
No working lock. Great, Braedon, another thing you neglected to mention.
He reached down to push her away and somehow ended up with his hands full of breasts. Slippery, warm breasts with pebbled nipples.
She stepped closer, evidently thinking he wanted to play. Given the circumstances, not a stretch of the imagination. Her tan hand, with short unpolished nails, dragged over and around his pectorals. Then that same hand stroked the quivering muscles of his abdomen, gliding lower to travel to the part leaping to attention. When she gently fisted his length, he closed his eyes, shuddering as he tried to dredge up thoughts of baseball.
Unfortunately, all he could see behind his lids was the woman in front of him with nothing on except umpire padding.
He groaned.
She must have taken that as a sign because she climbed on his body and took his mouth. Her kiss was teasing, innocent yet sexy. Before he realized what he was doing, his arms held her high against his chest, while his mouth devoured hers.
Stop, his mind screamed. You don’t even know her name. You’re standing in a shower at your brother’s house. The naked woman in your arms has probably fucked your brother in ways that are illegal in most states.
She shifted position, breaking mouth contact to push down on his shoulders, bringing her breasts in line with his mouth, her warm, wet pussy branding his abs.
He’d stop. His tongue ringed a plump nipple before drawing it into his mouth. Soon. Just a few more seconds of luxuriating in the tactile pleasure surrounding him, in the smooth sexiness of the woman softly moaning in his arms. He would stop very soon. In a minute, at the most.
She bent to whisper in his ear, her boobs temporarily cutting off his air supply. Not that he minded. Her panting breath in his ear sent shivers down his spine.
“I’m so sorry, Brae, so very sorry,” she whispered, nipping at his ear. He wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but her breast had once again insinuated itself into his mouth. Had that not happened, he was sure he would have stopped her.
“I hate it when we fight.” She reached down and drew his hand up, guiding him until he stroked the smooth hairless skin between her legs. “Feel that? I had it done, just for you. It wasn’t as unpleasant as I thought it would be. Maybe because I kept thinking about how much you would like it, imagining you licking me and kissing me there. ” She pushed his hand down farther. “Feel how much I want you, how much I need you.” She shoved his fingers inside her wetness and gasped. “I don’t know if I can wait until we get dried off.”
The next few minutes passed in a sexual haze. Before he realized what either of them was doing, his dick was buried deep within her heat.
It liked it there.
Gasping for air, he waited for his muscles to stop vibrating. He’d never come so violently, so completely. And he could not do it again. He firmly set her on her feet, then turned off the shower, hoping she would take a hint.
His spine stiffened at the warm feel of female anatomy against his back. Evidently he’d have to hint harder.
Gently disengaging her roving hands from his chest, he stepped away and grabbed two towels from the heated rack just outside the glass door, and handed her one. The fact that the rack was heated—yet another frivolous way his brother spent his money—distracted him for a second. When he glanced back, she was gone.
Just as well. Maybe she went home. The thought should have been a good one, yet he couldn’t help feeling a tad bereft. She could have at least said good-bye, great fuck or something.
He took his time refolding and hanging his towel, then strode into his brother’s bedroom to see if he could find any decent underwear.
What he found took thoughts of underwear completely out of his mind.
3
C andles cast the room in a warm glow. In fact, the room was so dark, it took a second for him to see her lying on the bed. But once he did, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Candlelight flickered and danced along the smooth skin surrounding her sex. She spread her legs in invitation, moisture glistening on her swollen folds. Swollen from their recent encounter in the shower.
His cock made an instant recovery.
“If you still want to tie me to the bed, I don’t mind.” She pointed with her toe to a pair of fur covered handcuffs hanging from the post at the foot of the bed.
Despite her words, now that his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see the doubt on her face. What had his sack of shit brother done to this poor woman to make her so anxious to please?
He walked to the lamp on the nightstand. Before he could turn it on, her hand clamped around his now rampant erection.
“Don’t,” she whispered, “Please. Let’s just use the candles tonight.” Her thumb moved up and down his erection. “I need you,” she said in a plaintive voice. “I need you now. I want you to, um, to, ah, fuck me,” she finally choked out.
He’d heard about guys being led around by their dick, but had never experienced the phenomenon until now.
Leaning closer to see her face, he attempted to force words around the constriction in his throat. Damn, he hated lying. Hated lying to anyone, but for some reason, especially to the woman before him.
Strains of “Born To Be Wild” sounded from the bathroom.
Their gazes met.
“I should get that,” Ryan said, edging toward the open door. “It might be important.” Stepping onto the damp tile, he closed the door and lunged for the phone.
The Caller ID said Dick-Head. Since the incoming number was his cell, he knew how Braedon had his number programmed into his cell. “Jerk.” He pushed the talk button. “Want to tell me what the hell’s going on, little brother?” he asked in a fierce whisper.
“I was