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He seemed to know what I had in mind. Maybe it was the way I’d bolted out of there. I could drag this out, but it was cold as heck out here.
“I have a backup plan.” I grabbed his hand. “Come with me.”
It was silly, considering what I had in mind, but I thrilled at the feel of his hand around mine. If this was a date—if we were going slowly, as I always did with men—I would have spent half the night wondering if he was going to reach for my hand. Maybe even a light kiss at the end of the night. On the second date, we’d have a more prolonged kiss. By the tenth or eleventh date, there’d be heavy petting but nothing further. I’d always been a good girl, just as my father had instilled in me.
To hell with that.
“Come on,” I said.
The stairwell led to a jewelry shop above a deli. I’d gotten my grandfather’s old watch repaired as a Christmas present to my mom there. He died a few months earlier, so it had meant a lot to her.
But I remembered that stairwell now. I also remembered that both the deli and the jewelry shop closed at night, which meant the stairwell was ignored for large chunks of the evening.
“I had a boyfriend who snuck in here to smoke pot once,” I said. “I was freaking out, but it was something he did all the time. Never once did he encounter another person.”
Yes, I was talking about another man while I was on the way to seduce someone else, but there was no competition between the two. That guy had been an immature, self-absorbed jerk that I dumped as soon as I found out he was cheating on me.
Nic was a real man. The kind of man who knew how to make a woman gasp with pleasure.
“A stairwell,” he said as I led him straight to it. “I’m not sure—”
Whatever he was going to say cut off as I jerked open the door and sped inside, tugging him along with me. This was happening. Unless, of course, he didn’t want it. But I’d seen the look in his eyes. He wanted it.
I was already loosening the buttons on my shirt as I climbed the steps. I probably wouldn’t be able to get completely naked, as much as I wanted to. But I didn’t want him to get cold feet, and no man I’d ever met could resist a pair of Double Ds when offered.
The stairwell was eerily quiet as I led him around the curve and up to the second floor. This was where we’d find privacy. No one but the employees of the jewelry shop and their very limited clientele cared that this was even up here. In fact, this stairwell had to be one of the least used publicly accessible areas of downtown.
Midway up the second set of steps, I turned, shrugging out of my coat and my shirt. And then I unclasped the bra and tossed it to the floor.
Nic didn’t lower his stare to my breasts, though. Instead, his eyes remained locked with mine, just as they had at the bar. Even when I wanted him to eye me like a piece of meat, he looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“If this jeopardizes my chance at the job, I don’t care.” I shook my head, reaching out and pushing his coat off. He shrugged out of it, still staring at me as if in a trance. “I want you.”
That seemed to be all it took to unfreeze him, and from there, it was on. Settling his hands in the small of my back, he pulled me toward him, our mouths coming together in a kiss so intense, it made me forget that I was supposed to be seducing him. Instead, he was seducing me. He was making me forget everything but the feel of his hands on my back and the soft polyester of his sweater against my bare nipples.
“Harley,” he whispered when our kiss broke for a moment.
That one word went straight to my core. I leaned back and grabbed the hem of his sweater, yanking it upward, over his head.
It turned out, I wanted us naked, after all.
I savored the feel of his bare chest against mine as he captured my mouth again, our tongues tangling. His deep soul kisses took my breath. I might be a virgin, but I’d done my fair share of kissing over the past few years. No one had ever kissed me like this.
Finally, I managed to pull away from him so I could start kissing my way down his chest. My plan was to unfasten his jeans and explore him with my mouth, but that didn’t happen. Instead, he stepped away from me and grabbed his coat, spreading it out on the ground at the top of the landing. Once it was settled, he took my hand and moved me up the stairs, urging me to sit.
It felt weird, planting myself on his coat while wearing nothing but my skirt and panties. But that was exactly what I did. I wanted to see what happened next. And I was still fully prepared to pleasure him.
But Nic took charge. Lowering his hungry gaze to my waist, he shoved my skirt upward, sliding it over my thighs and my hips. And then my panties were off, tossed to the side. I expected him to unzip and push himself inside me—maybe awkwardly finger me a little to make sure I was wet enough for him. There would be no need for that. I was definitely wet. But instead, he parted my legs, moved down a couple of steps, and positioned himself so his mouth was right where it needed to be.
He didn’t use his mouth just yet, though. Instead, with his thumb and forefinger, he gently probed me, his eyes linking with mine, the heat in them going straight to my core.
I should feel shy, maybe a little self-conscious, but instead I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The intensity in his eyes as he stared at me was mesmerizing. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
When his mouth touched down, his tongue probing my swollen clit, I lost the ability to hold my eyes open. I threw my head back and weakened at the sensations flooding me. Somehow, my right leg ended up over his shoulder, the high heel held carefully away so I didn’t poke him in the back.
I was aware of the picture we made—me mostly naked with his head between my legs—and it turned me on even more. What if someone stumbled upon us? Would they stop and watch us or sneak away quietly?
Almost of its own accord, my hand reached up, my thumb lazily skimming my nipple. The sensation was just what it took to send me into the most powerful, all-encompassing orgasm of my life. As the waves subsided, I almost fell back, the left arm that had been bracing me shaking and going weak.
