“Are you worried about it?” I challenged.
His eyes never left me. “Of course not.”
“Then what are you afraid of?”
His restraint broke, and his mouth swooped down on mine like a
wolf descending on its prey. There was no foreplay. No sweet
seduction. Just hungry determination as he placed a hand at the
back of my head and attacked with fierce ardor. He was firm and
aggressive. He was skillful and demanding. He was in charge.
Silly, stupid, willing lamb that I was, I latched myself to him,
throwing my arms around his neck and licking at the greedy plunge
of his tongue between my lips. I wanted his taste of wine and
smoked bass to be my taste, to be the only taste I could remember. I
needed to drink him and devour him the way he seemed to need to
drink and devour me.
We were frenzied and sloppy, our teeth crashing against each
other at times, our breath coming in irregular measures. It felt as
though the whole of time had been reduced to this moment, the
entirety of the universe reduced to the three square inches that
belonged to his mouth, and even as existence was shrunk down to
this tiny form, there was nothing missing. Everything, everything I
could ever want or need or desire was found in the electric field of
this kiss.
Soon, I became aware of more, my attention spreading through
my body like heat with the sunrise. My breasts felt heavy and my
nipples tight. My belly swirled like a cyclone was tearing across its
insides. Lower, between my legs, my core throbbed and ached. I
was wet and empty, my thighs vibrating with need.
Desperate to ease the growing hum, to touch more of him and be
touched, I swung my leg over his lap to straddle him and gasped
when I landed on the steel ridge bulging from his pants. My hips
bucked automatically, pressing my pussy against the outline of his
cock. Again, again, needing to feel the exact shape of him, hoping to
still the buzz that only seemed to grow louder with each stroke.
It was humiliating how eager I was. How urgent. How impetuous.
How deeply romantic all of those things had suddenly become.
But then Dylan’s hands were under my skirt, his fingers digging
into my ass as he tilted my hips up along the length of him,
deepening the notch of his cock, and I realized he was just as eager.
Just as urgent. Just as impetuous.
And he knew what I needed. Knew exactly how to give it to me.
I felt myself get wetter. Felt him thicken against me. A frantic
mewling sounded in my ears, and it took me several seconds to
recognize it was coming from me. It was an entirely new and thrilling
experience. Our lips stayed locked as we grinded and humped, a
tight ball of tension growing deep in my belly. I’d never been so
intimate with someone during a first kiss let alone the first night we’d
met. Never felt so close to orgasm with all of my clothes still on.
Never been on the verge of begging for sex from a near stranger—
The sound of a throat clearing brought me tumbling out of
ecstasy.
Dylan broke his mouth from mine and peered around me. “Yes?”
The driver. Oh my God, I’d forgotten about our driver.
“This is the street,” the forgotten driver said. “There’s snow piled
up against the curb. I’ve driven down the entire block, and there isn’t
a spot that’s clear.”
Dylan turned his head to look out the window, verifying the
driver’s claim. “Circle around the block, and let her off at the corner
then,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
The rhythmic click-click of the turn signal filled the silence.
My cheeks felt hot as I forced myself to meet Dylan’s eyes. The
need and urgency from only a moment ago still screamed between
us, impossible to ignore even as my pulse began to settle.
Should I invite him up?
I wanted to.
But it was my sister’s apartment. And he was my sister’s boss,
and there seemed to be a dozen things wrong with that situation.
Would he invite me to his hotel?
Also improper for as many reasons, and I saw from his
expression that he’d gotten hold of himself enough to understand his
obligations.
I shouldn’t have felt so disappointed. I’d only meant for it to be a
kiss. A kiss to find out if what I’d been considering was really
something that might work.
Now I knew it could definitely work.
“You said I’d believe in kismet after that,” Dylan said. “Was
something supposed to happen?”
I could have smacked him. Trying to play like I’d had zero effect
on him when his cock was still as hard as stone underneath me.
Fortunately, I wasn’t that easily deterred. “Yes. Now you give me
your phone number.”
He only hesitated for a fraction of a second before pulling out his
cell phone and unlocking the screen. He handed it to me. “Text
yourself.”
I shivered. How could a person make something so innocent
sound so naughty?
Because he was experienced, that was how. Because he knew
things that I didn’t. Because he was The Professor.
I quickly shot myself a text from his phone then handed it back
just as the car came to a stop. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I said,
climbing off his lap.
And maybe because I’d moved too quickly, because I’d surprised
him, or because he was curious, or maybe because he was hard and
horny and not in his right mind, he didn’t argue about my parting
remark.
Instead he sat somewhat dazed as I slid across the backseat,
opened the door, and disappeared into the night. I was dazed too,
but I’d never been more confident in myself.THREE
DYLAN
I STARED AFTER AUDREY, dumbfounded, as she walked to her
building. My lips still burned from our kiss. My cock still ached and
throbbed from her grinding on my lap. And I, like a fool, clung to her
final words, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Fuck, how I wanted her to ring me. Wanted it like a teenage boy
waited by his phone for the call from the pretty girl. The idea of it
made me nervous and excited and...stupid.
That’s what I was. Stupid.
Because even if she did ring me, there was no way I could accept
her call, except to tell her that I was sorry for the egregious way I’d
acted in the car.
Yet I wasn’t sorry. Not truly. Not at all.
“Fantastic,” my driver said dreamily, breaking my stupor.
I looked forward to find him also staring after Audrey.
Irritated, I scolded him. “What are you looking at?” He was even
older than I was. It was inappropriate for me to be eyeing her. It was
disgusting that he was. How I could feel both a fatherly protection
and an indecent attraction to the girl, I had no idea.
That was a therapy session for another day.
“To the hotel, sir?” he said, moving his eyes back to the road
where they belonged.
I didn’t answer right away, staring at the mobile still in my hand.
I’d had no texts from my son. When I’d seen him at lunch, I’d
suggested we go out for a late movie tonight. He’d said he’d get
back to me. I’d felt the sting of rejection, but he was thirteen now—
independent and awkward. Moody, too. Even though I traveled
across the ocean to see him, he wavered these days from wanting to
see his dad and wanting to spend all his free time with his friends. I
remembered this age. Remembered parenting this age. My
stepdaughter, Amanda, had been thirteen when I’d married her
mother. I’d done this teenager thing before.
So I understood.
We were at a delicate phase, Aaron and I, and I knew it. I didn’t
want to press, wanted him to reach out to me if he wanted to spend
the evening in my presence. I’d known somewhere inside of me that
I would be blown off. I wouldn’t have gotten inebriated if I’d expected
otherwise.
Disappointment sounded in my tone nonetheless when I finallyreplied. “Yes. The hotel.”The car signal clicked rhythmically as we waited at a light to turnuptown. I sunk back in my seat, letting myself remember, for amoment, the person I’d been when I’d wed. I’d felt so much oldermarrying a woman ten years my senior, but I was really such a childthen, only twenty-five.My, how I’d grown up since.And now my thoughts turned back to Audrey, younger than I’dbeen when I’d married, but just as enthusiastic and charmed withlove and life as I’d been.I opened my texts and found where she’d sent herself amessage.A: A million people in the city, and you and I met. That’skismet.I laughed out loud. My driver was spot on—she was fantastic.Fantastic and trusting and young and that was enough reason todelete both her number and the whimsical message from my phone.But I saved it instead. Not because she’d hooked me, butbecause I needed to know it was her when she called. If she called.
“Donovan Kincaid doesn’t know what to do with a kid. This is youtrying to keep him from me, like you always do.” This conversationreaffirmed my decision to get a second apartment in New York City—so that I could visit more often and have more access to Aaron.“I’m not keeping him from anyone. You are delusional.”“And you’re ice. Cold and bitter and mean. Exactly the qualitiesthat drove me to leave you.” Maybe I was going there after all.“You didn’t leave me because I was cold and bitter. You leftbecause I cheated on you.” She’d destroyed my heart with herbetrayal and she almost sounded like she was gloating.To hell with her.“You were ice cold and bitter before that. It simply took the act ofyou cheating on me to recognize that I couldn’t…” I paused andinhaled deeply. I didn’t need to relive this. I didn’t want to rememberhow deeply I’d once believed in her. In us.“That you couldn’t save me?” she finished for me. “Couldn’t makeme whole again? Is that what you were going
But I’d already thought about that.I kicked off my shoes and pulled my knees underneath me on thecouch. “Dylan is not actually your boss. He’s more like your boss’sequal, if you want to be technical.” And, to be fair, she herself wassleeping with a different man who was her boss’s equal. If therewasn’t an issue there, why would there be an issue with me?She dropped her coat and purse on the back of the sofa and puta stern fist on her hip—one of the postures she took when she wasassuming a motherly role with me. “If you want to be technical, he’sold enough to be your father.”I rolled my eyes. “He is not. He’s just experienced and wise.” Tobe honest, I wasn’t actually sure of Dylan’s age.“He’s twenty years older than you.”Huh. I’d guessed more like fifteen. “Maybe I have a thing fordads.” I didn’t, I didn’t think, but I could. Could I? Was that thecomfort I’d been unable to replicate with my previous boyfriends?“Don’t knock my kink. I don’t knock yours.” I was possibly m
I WAITED until Sabrina had left before coming out of my room forbreakfast. I didn’t want her to drill me about my plans for the day,and boy, did I have plans.First, I hustled over to a boutique lingerie shop nearby Sabrina’sMidtown apartment. They were on holiday schedule and openedearly, so I got what I needed and was at the register well before ten.With my purchases “in hand,” so to say, I finally pulled out myphone to get ahold of Dylan. Sure, I could have texted him before I’dgone shopping, but I didn’t want to seem desperate, contacting himbefore the sun had reached a decent place in the sky. Because Iwasn’t desperate. I was eager. There was a difference, I was sure.I had, however, composed my text the night before so it wasready to go with just a press of the send button.A: Happy Tuesday! Did U sleep OK?Polite, harmless. A message that wouldn’t scare him off.Still, he took his time answering. Almost seven whole minutes.Thankfully there was a Starbucks next door s
“I lured you? How is that possible when I’m the one who hasjoined you on your day’s plans? It seems, Dylan Locke, that you mayhave lured me.”Her expression was so convincing, I momentarily doubted myself.“No, no. I most definitely didn’t lure you. You lured me with your talkof fate and finding out what it had to do with us.”“Kismet,” she corrected.“Yes, that’s right. Kismet. You dangled the word out in front of methe way a fisherman dangles a—”“Hook?” she guessed.I narrowed my eyes. “Lure.”Her smile widened. “That’s amazing that a simple text messagecould hold that much power over you. Why do you think that is, doyou suppose?”And that was the real question, more important than why she washere. The question about why I was tempting myself with somethingI was never going to believe in. About why her particular lure was soirresistible. The question I’d hoped she’d be able to answer becauseI was at a loss.A question that wasn’t getting answered now either because thees
“Incredible!” Audrey gasped from behind me. She ran giddily tolook outside, stopping several feet short of the actual windows.“You don’t feel the true impact without getting close up.” I’dapparently forgotten my determination to pretend she wasn’t there.“That’s okay. I’m good right here. I’m afraid of heights.” Sheglanced quickly to Jeff Jones who’d entered the room with her. “Youknow that, Daddy,” she added, remembering her ruse.I hadn’t thought she could be afraid of anything, daring andimpetuous that she was. This new insight added to the enigma ofAudrey Lind. Part wildling, part devil, part innocent, all contradiction.“I thought you’d grown out of it,” I muttered. Whatever was Idoing, playing along?And she was invading my space again, standing too close,smelling too good. Making my jumper feel too hot and my throat feeltoo tight.I had to hurry this tour up.Sticking my hands in my trouser pockets, I turned to the agent.“The website said this unit is up for lease as
SIXAUDREYDYLAN SEEMED TO GO PALE. He normally had rather fair skin—probably because he was British and because his work habits didn’tlet him out in the sun too often—but now he was even whiter thanusual.Maybe it was a bit scandalous to just drop my dress the way Ihad. I could have talked to him about my plan first, but after the wayhe’d kissed me the night before, I didn’t think conversation wasnecessary. I was certainly still buzzing from the feel of his lips andthe sweep of his tongue. I thought a little skin would be all that wasneeded to reignite those passions in him as well.Instead, it seemed to throw him into a state of shock.“Audrey,” he stammered, his eyes darting everywhere, then tome, then quickly to anywhere else but me. He was deliberately tryingnot to look, but it seemed he couldn’t help himself. “What the bloodyhell are you doing, girl?” He picked my dress up off the floor andbrought it to me. “Put this on. Please. There aren’t curtains. Thewhole city
“Yes, I’m sure. Or, it’s nearly twenty. Nineteen, to be precise.”“Nineteen.” I thought about that for a minute, growing morecomfortable with the idea by the moment. “That’s kind of hot, isn’t it?That a woman that you’re interested in who is nineteen years yourjunior is throwing herself at you? Begging you to teach her a thing ortwo. Or seven.”I’d closed in on him while I was talking, trapping him against thearmchair. He didn’t realize until he’d tripped and fell backward intothe seat, but he’d only caught the edge in his fall and immediatelyslipped to the ground.And I slipped right into his lap.I spread my legs, straddling him the way I had the night before.His breath came fast, but even, and his skin was hot to the touch as Iswept my finger across his forehead, brushing away the hair that hadfallen there. He locked his eyes on mine, the pupils darkening asthey lingered in his stare.“I’m supposing you don’t need CPR,” I teased. I was terrible, buthe was too easy.His