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She couldn’t deny it.
“You don’t seem like the easy type.” He sounded confused.
That got her vocal cords working again. “Definitely not.”
“But you were trying to pick me up. And when I left, you dropped it.”
Definitely right.
He stared intently at her eyes, then dropped his gaze, taking in the extra tight shirt and painted-on jeans that Callie had convinced her to buy. His jaw flexing, he murmured, “You know, you look familiar. I just can’t imagine you’re someone I would have forgotten meeting.”
Oh, if only he knew. How little the man must have truly looked at her the two times they’d met at the nursing home. It had only been six weeks since he’d last seen her. And she hadn’t changed that much. Just her clothes. Hairstyle. Contacts. Makeup.
Okay. Maybe she had changed a bit and could give him a break.
“Now, back to my question,” he said, a note of urgency—and, if it didn’t seem so crazy coming from a superstar, maybe even vulnerability—in his voice. “Tell me why you were after me.”
His words were a cross between a firm demand and a sweetly purred plea. And the genuine depth of interest in his tone reminded her of why she’d come up with the crazy seduction scheme to begin with. Because, whether she’d had the confidence to admit it, deep inside, she’d knew she’d been right all along. There was something between them. Heat. Awareness. Attraction.
He might not have acted on it. But that didn’t mean it did not exist. “We’re standing here like this and you really need to ask?” she said, leaning closer, falling deeper into the magnetic well of sensation between them.
His hand moved to the hollow of her throat and he traced the back of his fingers across her collarbone. Janie hissed, wanting more. Wanting to press into him and invite him to touch her much more thoroughly. Wanting his hands and his lips and his tongue and that mouthwatering ridge of arousal she could feel, hard and huge, against her hip.
She moaned as her nipples hardened against the cotton of her shirt. The sensual reaction wasn’t caused merely by his touch, his crazy-sexy whispers or the feel of his warm breath against her cheek. But also because of her certainty that everything she’d fantasized about was real.
Riley Kelleher wanted her. Badly.
Riley glanced down, obviously able to tell she wore nothing beneath her shirt. His jaw tightened and his breathing grew more labored. For a second, Janie thought he was going to give up the talk and proceed directly to action. But she wasn’t that lucky.
“I know why you want me now,” he admitted, his mouth so close his lips brushed her temple, hinting at a kiss she could almost taste.
God, she was so lost.
“I want to know why you wanted me then, from the minute you walked into Diamond tonight. If you weren’t out to pick up any guy who made you hot—only me—tell me why. I need to know.”
She was losing the fight to keep her sanity with every featherlight breath, each delicate caress on her skin. Losing thought and reason and discretion. Which was why she finally leaned up and said, “Would you please just shut up and kiss me?”
His eyes flared in surprise. Having him this close, and knowing she might never have the chance again, Janie wasn’t going to let him back away. Not without sampling, at least once, that incredible mouth. So she took a kiss. Stole it, seduced it from him, whatever it might be called. Twining her hands in his thick hair and curling her body against his, she pulled him down until their mouths met. Licking at the seam between his lips, she sighed as he parted them to meet her tongue in a wet exploration.
Riley had stiffened ever so slightly when she’d surprised him by making such a blatant first move. But he quickly relaxed, as if he could resist no more than she could. He dropped his arms to her waist, tugging her closer.
Lord, the man was so aroused. So big. The realization sent a flood of desire through her, making her weak. She moaned into his mouth as that thick ridge in his pants pressed against the juncture of her thighs. He responded by lifting one of her legs in his hand, tilting her hot, damp center directly against him. The pressure from her tight jeans and her swollen sex—smooth and vulnerable—made her arch harder.
He shifted a little, his lips moving away from hers for a second, as if he might end the kiss. She was in no way ready to let it end, knowing, deep down, that she might have only this moment. This one brief, delightful moment when she could believe she was about to have a wild, steamy affair with a man who literally took her breath away.
She just couldn’t let him stop kissing her, couldn’t let his brain reengage. “More,” she moaned. “Please, more.”
A throaty laugh told her he wasn’t nearly finished, either. His words confirmed it. “Much more.”
Riley returned his mouth to hers, this time taking control of their embrace. He slowed things down, capturing her frenzy and turning it into a lazy seduction of thrusts and licks, as if he found her utterly delicious and couldn’t get enough of her taste.
Janie honestly couldn’t remember an experience in her life as pleasurable as this one. With his broad chest pressed against hers, one hand dropping to cup her bottom with sexy familiarity and his glorious mouth kissing her as if he needed her tongue to go on living, she gave herself over to it. To this perfect, heady, purely sexual feeling, knowing there was nothing she wouldn’t do to make love with him, here and now. Even with the knowledge that come morning, he would think of her as just another groupie and would never want to see her again.
This was what she’d wanted all along, wasn’t it? To be the flavor of the month…of the night. Only she would not be vanilla. Tonight she’d be something much more tasty and decadent.
Tasty. Oh, God how she wanted to taste him. Before proceeding to stroking him, feeling him, riding him.
“You smell amazing,” she whispered against his lips, her head filling with his masculine scent. Her body was reacting, growing even wetter as she recognized the familiar—delicious—physical aromas of desire, sex and carnality.
He moved his mouth from hers and tasted his way across her jaw, licking, sucking, biting lightly. “You, too.”
He wasn’t pulling away. Wasn’t ending things. So she went a step further…taking more. Daring one more touch, wondering how far she could go before he remembered minor details such as the fact that she’d never answered his questions. That he didn’t know her full name. And that they’d met before.
Resting her hands on his shoulders, she kneaded the thick muscles of his strong arms. “You’re like a rock wall.”
He laughed softly, shifting so he could scrape the tips of his fingers across her belly. “You’re very…very…soft.”
His touch was electric. Sizzling.
Reaching for the top button of his shirt, she slid it free, then kept unbuttoning. Janie sampled every bit of slick, salty skin as it was revealed. Nibbling a path down the well-defined muscles, she detoured to suck lightly at his flat, male nipple. His muscles quivered with every touch of her lips.
“Have I told you I love man smell?” she asked with a wicked sigh as she breathed him in. “Yours, in particular?”
“I don’t believe so,” he said, sounding far away. Risking a quick peek up, Janie saw his head was back, his eyes closed, as if he wanted to savor everything she was doing to him.
Which, as far as she was concerned, was her cue to do more. So when she reached the bottom of his dress shirt, unbuttoning the last button and tugging the fine, silky material free of his trousers, she didn’t even hesitate. Instead she pulled her leg out of his strong grip and dropped to her knees.
Fortunately, those foam hands were nice and cushiony.
“Whoa…we can slow down.” His voice was throaty. Surprised.
Looking up at him, Janie licked her lips, letting him see her want. And her intentions. “You really going to stop me?”
One of his brows shot up. “Depends on what you want to do.”
What she wanted to do? Well, that was easy. She wanted to devour him, lick him up like a big, fat lollipop. Which was probably easier to say with actions than with words. So she reached for his belt buckle and slowly unfastened it.
He reached for her shoulder. “Darlin’, I mean it. We could go back a few steps.”
“Uh-uh.” No way she was going to slow down, to give him a chance to reconsider. To start talking again. Not before she’d tasted him, imprinted his hot, musky flavor in her brain and sucked on that powerful ridge straining against his zipper.
“Let me,” she whispered, wondering if he realized she was begging…not just trying to seduce him. “Please don’t stop me.”
“You’re joking, right?” he asked with a laugh that sounded more like a groan.
That was all the permission she needed. Janie didn’t look up anymore, completely focused on touching, tasting…taking.
Her hands didn’t even shake as she reached for his waistband, though she moaned when her fingers brushed against his huge erection. Or maybe he did. Maybe they both did.
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, watching wide-eyed with her heart pounding loud enough to drown out every sound except her own choppy breaths. Then slowly, carefully, she unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants, tugging them—and his black boxer briefs—down to his lean hips.
“Oh, God.” She gasped at the sight of his sex—long and erect—jutting mere inches from her face. Her lips. Her tongue.
“I’m dying here,” he groaned, twining his hands in her hair. But he didn’t tug her close, didn’t try to force her in any way.
Which made her want him even more.
Janie smiled, moving closer. “Don’t stop me,” she mumbled, meaning it. She wanted to take him all the way. Wanted to suck him until he exploded into the back of her throat, then arouse him all over again so he could screw her into mindless oblivion.
But right before she touched her lips and tongue to that smooth, vulnerable skin, he muttered, “Can I at least know the name of the woman who, I suspect, is about to make me feel really, really good?”
She didn’t look up, didn’t think, barely even paused. “It’s Janie,” she muttered. “Just Janie.”
Then she closed her mouth over the tip of his thick, delicious erection and sucked him into her mouth.
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WITH A VELVETY smooth tongue and two petal-soft lips wrapped around his cock, Riley couldn’t concentrate on much of anything except the pleasure. The wetness. The suction and the licking. The sweet coos of delight she made, as if she were getting off on this every bit as much as he was.
Then her hands got involved, stroking him, lightly running her fingers over his balls, cupping his ass. And all the while taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth, as if she wanted to drink him down, swallow him dry.
He’d never experienced anything like this. Never. Not with his ex, not with past girlfriends, not with any woman he’d picked up for a mindless lay. He’d never felt completely savored like he did right now, with this sexy little woman who looked like an angel and sucked like a professional.
“This is amazing,” he whispered, closing his eyes and dropping his head back, his entire body nearly shuddering with delight. “You’re amazing, Janie.”
Janie. Janie?
Suddenly reality kicked him in the gut. Because everything came together.
Riley’s eyes flew open. Blinking a couple of times, he tried to focus until the ceiling tiles came into view. The little bit of blood not centered directly in his dick finally flowed into his brain and it shifted into gear.
“Hell,” he said, instantly stiffening everywhere else he wasn’t already hard as a rock.
Looking down, he realized what he should have known from the start. This woman on her knees giving him the best blow job he’d ever had was the sweet nursing home volunteer he’d met a couple of months ago. His grandfather’s darling. The one he’d figured for a twenty-year-old. “Stop,” he croaked.
She heard, but must have thought he was stopping her for another reason—because he was close to finishing. Any other woman he’d been intimate with would have stopped at that. With this one, it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. She stroked faster, sucked harder, not letting him pull away, practically demanding that he let himself go.
He wasn’t a damn saint and the urge to come nearly overwhelmed him, especially because she seemed to want him to explode right in her mouth. But something was wrong here—this whole thing was not what it seemed.
So even though he felt certain his head was gonna blow off, Riley finally managed to get the message across by putting one firm hand on her shoulder and another on her cheek. And with great reluctance, he put an end to one of the most sinfully pleasurable interludes he’d ever experienced.
* * *
THOUGH FOR A SECOND Janie wondered if Riley Kelleher had stopped her so he could plunge into her and lose himself inside her aching body, one look at his face told her she was wrong.
With a groan that sounded as though it had been ripped from deep within him, he yanked up his trousers and stepped away from her. As if a few inches weren’t enough, he shuffled backward, putting a good two feet of space between them.
Staring at one another, they both heaved in a few deep breaths. Janie slowly rose to her feet, keeping herself from lunging back into his arms by digging her nails into her palms. Riley tilted his head back and thrust his hand through his thick hair, visibly trying to grab some control.
She didn’t want him controlled. She wanted him helpless with desire. Overwhelmed, just as he’d been a few moments before.
But it was too late. It was gone. The intensity, the need…it had left him.
She’d failed. Janie had enjoyed every second of what she’d just done to him, but he, apparently, had not. The most erotic foreplay she could think of hadn’t made him rip her clothes off with pure animal passion. So short of ripping her clothes off, herself, she wasn’t quite sure how to push him over the edge.
The knowledge that the most intense oral sex she’d ever attempted hadn’t been enough was deflating, to say the least. Especially because she’d liked it so much.
“I know you,” he eventually muttered. “My grandfather…”
“Yes.”
“You’re that girl.”
“That woman,” she clarified.
Finally meeting her eyes again, he looked her over, studying her intently. “I didn’t recognize you.”
“I know.”
His body stiffening almost imperceptibly, he said, “Was that the point? Me not recognizing you?”
Janie couldn’t deny it, not while her head was still spinning and her chest still heaving. “Yes. That was the point.”
Her honesty seemed to surprise him. His brow furrowing in confusion, he asked, “Why?”
“Maybe to make sure you realized I am not a girl.”
He nodded slowly. “I get the picture.” Then, his eyes narrowing, he added, “I obviously didn’t see you for who you really are, is that it?”
She merely nodded, willing him to see her now. See the woman who wanted him so desperately.
“So having made your point, are we done?”
Done? Good grief, she was nowhere near done with everything she wanted to do with this man. Not that she was ready to admit that out loud. One outrageously stolen intimacy had about used up her bravado for this evening.
“You paid me back for thinking you were a little innocent student or something. Now we’re even. Is that right?” His voice sounded tense, almost angry. Whether he’d wanted her or not five minutes ago, he most certainly did not now.
Janie didn’t under any circumstances want him leaving here thinking she’d been messing with his head. Neither, however, was she ready to yank her shirt off and ask him to lick her breasts like two scoops of ice cream.
Two scoops altogether…not each. Because she was definitely single scoop size on either side. Or maybe even less. Kid’s size.
Which gave her even less incentive to rip her shirt off, because all of a sudden she remembered who it was she was trying to tempt here. Mr. Baseball Star who could probably open his own silicone factory with all the stacked women who threw themselves at him on a daily basis.
Who the hell had she been kidding with this whole seduction thing? Even after the most intimate sex act she could perform while fully clothed, the man was looking at her as if he wanted to throw her off a building.
“Helloooo?”
Janie shook her head, hard. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
