BANKS Maya - Undenied (Samhain).txt (4 page)

As he started the engine and drove back down the dirt road, her last words echoed in his ears. Friends. Hell, he was friends with Gracie. He didn’t want to be friends with Payton. It didn’t feel like enough all of a sudden. He felt an odd sort of ache, deeper than his skin, deep in his chest. Like someone had dropped a bowling ball down his throat. And he was hard-pressed to put his finger on why.

Two days ago, he was just fine. Two days ago, he didn’t have a care in the world beyond his job and his friends. But two days ago, Payton hadn’t walked back into his life.

Chapter Four

She’d spent the entire afternoon and most of the evening thinking about him. She’d cruised through rehearsal and the dinner afterward on autopilot, smiling when appropriate, performing most of the tasks with half a brain.

Now that the shindig was winding down, Payton mulled her course of action over a glass of wine as she watched Brenda smile up at her husband-to-be as they talked with both sets of parents.

True, probably the smartest idea would be to leave this thing between her and Wes alone, go back home to Houston after the wedding and forget she’d ever seen him again. But that wasn’t what she wanted to do, and she had this little problem called an impulsive nature. She pretty much tended to do what she wanted, regardless of the fact she might regret it afterward.

And she wanted Wes Hoffman pretty badly. But why did she want him? That was a harder question to answer. Was he a challenge? Maybe, but that still didn’t explain the deep down flutter that started the minute she saw him in the bar.

She drummed her fingers along the side of the crystal goblet and took another sip as she contemplated her options. It wasn’t as simple as showing up at his house again and asking him if he was interested in a one-night stand. While he might very well be interested (he was a guy after all), his lack of physical response to her was a rather huge stumbling block.

Yeah, that ruffled her pride, even though, she knew he found her attractive.

What she needed to do was get around his little psychological roadblock. A teeny-tiny smile attacked her face as an idea formed.

Ambush.

Maybe he expected her to be all sweet and innocent, goodness and light. He did still see her as a sixteen-year-old virgin. She nearly snorted wine out her nose at that idea.

Yeah, what she needed was a plan of attack. A way to knock him off his feet and get him to see her, not some little girl he felt guilty for hurting.

Or…

Not see her at all.

She looked at her watch and calculated the time she’d need to drive back to her hotel and get ready. An hour tops. She set her wineglass in the window behind her then dug out her cell phone from her purse. Hopefully his number was listed.

* * *

Wes walked through the lobby of Payton’s hotel and down the hall toward the room number she’d given him. There were a thousand reasons he shouldn’t be here. One, he had to work in the morning, two, he needed to just let sleeping dogs lie and three, what the hell could she want?

He’d gotten a phone call from her, surprising enough to hear her husky voice over the line, but then she’d asked him to come to her hotel. Ten o’clock. She’d been very specific.

He should have declined, just said no. But here he was, standing outside her room like a moron on his first date. Despite his initial desire for her to leave and for him to never see her again, he knew that was his embarrassment and discomfort talking. The truth was, she intrigued him. He was curious, and he knew she was equally intrigued with him.

He knocked sharply and waited. Within a few seconds the door opened, and his eyes widened. Payton was half-hidden by the door, but what he could see was downright jaw-dropping.

One long, slender leg peeked seductively around the door. Dainty lace, hip-hugging panties—could you call something that only covered an inch of flesh actual panties?—twined over her curvy hip.

His gaze followed the bare flesh from the waistband of the panties upward until it met with a matching bra. Pink. Sexy and feminine.

She smiled at him, white, perfectly straight teeth flashing as she opened the door wider. “Come in, please.”

He started forward on shaky legs, swallowing convulsively when she turned to walk in front of him. The panties rode high, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the swell of her ass. Her hips rocked in a gentle motion and he had to catch himself as his head began mimicking those motions.

She stopped at a chair that was situated at the foot of the bed. “Sit,” she said as she gestured downward.

Dumbly he eased into the chair and looked up, his gaze riveted to her. “Payton, what’s this about?” he asked.

She leaned down and put a finger over his lips. “Shhh.” Her lips hovered provocatively over the finger pressed against his mouth. “This is my show.” She reached over and picked up a long black piece of satin from the bed. It trailed across his legs as she circled behind him.

She placed one hand on his shoulder and looped the sash around the front of his neck. Gripping it with both hands, she raised it until it brushed across his face. With gentle fingers, she positioned it over his eyes.

As the room went dark, he raised his hand in automatic protest but again she whispered in his ear. “Shhh. Trust me. You’ll like this.”

He let his hand fall as she gathered the material tight around his eyes. She tied it in the back, and he sat there, waiting for what she would do next.

He jumped when her lips met the curve of his neck. She kissed a soft line upward. Chill bumps broke out on his arms as her warm breath blew over his skin.

Then she sank her teeth into the lobe of his ear, and he nearly came off the chair. Her tongue swirled around the tender flesh before she sucked the lobe back between her teeth. With a gentle nip, she moved away again.

A slight movement of air alerted him to the fact she’d walked back around the chair. A faint rustle could be heard and then she placed both hands on his knees, slid them up his legs until she grasped his hips.

She straddled his lap, moving in close until her pussy cradled his groin. A surge of excitement shot through his system. His dick came to life after its long stint of dormancy. Okay, so it had only lain dormant for two days, but to a guy it was a fucking lifetime.

He swelled, painfully, against his jeans. He heard her light chuckle just as she curled her fingers around his hands and lifted them.

She placed his hands on her legs and kept her fingers wrapped around his wrists. Slowly, seductively, she guided his hands up her body. Over her hips, naked hips. She’d ditched the underwear. Oh hell.

Up her waist, sliding sideways over her taut belly. Finally up her ribcage until his knuckles brushed the undersides of her breasts.

Unwilling to let her control the progress any longer, he cupped her breasts in his hands and worked his thumbs over her nipples. Soft, velvety, he loved the texture and weight of her breasts in his hands. Definitely a C cup, maybe a smaller D.

She shuddered against his fingers.

“Like that?” he murmured as he continued stroking the tips.

In response, she gripped his hands, holding them tighter over her breasts.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

“Show me where.”

She wiggled on his lap, moving back. Then she guided his right hand from her breast, down her silken skin, lower until he felt the curls of her pussy. They brushed across his fingers, damper the closer he got to her flesh.

“Oh, you mean here.”

“Mmm hmmm.”

He coaxed the lips apart and eased one finger over the hot, moist flesh between her legs. She jerked in reaction when he stroked her clit.

“You’re wet.”

“Because I want you,” she whispered. “And I think you want me.”

“Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I want you.”

She cupped his bulging groin in her hand, gently squeezing. She laughed huskily, her mouth close to his ear again. “Yeah, I’d say your earlier problem might be a non-issue now.”

“I do love an inventive woman.”

“I’m just a woman willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants.”

He turned his head in the direction of her voice, his lips colliding with hers. He kissed her, long, hot and hard. He reached his hands up to cup her face, holding her against him as their tongues explored new territory.

He moved his mouth down her jawline then below to the tender skin of her neck. She moaned softly as he nibbled and sucked his way down to her shoulder. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.

In the darkness the blindfold brought, he found that his other senses heightened. Every touch, every taste counted. They were his only means to explore her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her.

The plump swells of her breasts rubbed over his chin, and he reached out with his tongue to lap at her nipple. He sucked it between his teeth, enjoying her sharp intake of breath.

He alternated licking and nibbling. He wanted to taste every inch.

Suddenly she pulled away, climbing off his lap. When he would have protested, she once again pressed a finger to his lips.

“My show, remember?”

He grinned and nodded.

“Good, then stand up.”

He stood like a good boy ever hopeful of receiving his reward.

“Take your shirt off,” she murmured.

Impatiently, he yanked at the T-shirt, pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

“Oh, nice,” she purred as she pressed both hands to his skin.

He flinched when she touched her lips to the hollow of his chest. As her tongue melted over him, her hands moved lower, between them, working at the fly of his jeans. He shifted back an inch, just to give her more room to work.

He was so hard he was going to have a permanent cramp in his cock if she didn’t get his jeans down soon.

The grating sound of his zipper echoed in the room, and then she slid her hand inside his jeans, working past the band of his underwear until her warm fingers cupped his balls.

With her other hand she began to work his jeans over his hips, taking his underwear with them. Cool air rushed over his groin, a direct contrast to the aching heat her caresses wrought.

His jeans fell the rest of the way to the floor and he stepped out of one leg and then the other. Her hands gripped his hips, and he felt her body slide down his as she got on her knees in front of him.

Not seeing was torture. He imagined how she must look, kneeling in front of him, his cock inches from her mouth. She hadn’t made a single comment about his size, a fact he found enormously relieving. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the mood.

He reached out, wanting to touch her hair, coax her closer, guide his cock inside her hot, wet mouth. She chuckled and pushed his hand back down.

“Patience. I’m enjoying the view.”

Her hand circled his dick, gliding up and down his rigid length. The other hand closed around his sac, her finger rubbing up and down the seam on the backside.

He rocked forward on his toes as he felt her breath tickle over the head. Again she stayed his motion and continued her exploratory caresses.

He groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Oh, no, I haven’t gotten to the killing part yet.”

Lord, he couldn’t wait to die then.

She grasped his dick with one hand, working it in an up-and-down motion. Then she slid her delicious mouth over the head, paused and let his cock sink to the back of her throat. He nearly came all undone.

Her tongue rasped the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock, and she moved back and forth. When he butted against the back of her throat, she swallowed, the action milking his erection. A thousand volts of electricity arced through his body like a streak of white-hot lightning.

As she pulled away, a tiny spurt of fluid spilled on her tongue. She swallowed and lapped at the head as if wanting more. He wanted to give her more.

She braced her hands on his thighs and slowly pushed herself up, allowing his cock to slip from her mouth. He stood there, waiting for her next move.

She took his hand and pulled him forward. Her hand fell away from his and he heard the chair being shoved aside. Then she returned and walked him backward until the backs of his legs came into contact with the bed.

“Lie down,” she directed.

He sat on the bed then reclined.

“Move farther up.”

He complied, scooting until his head was on one of the pillows. He reached a hand down, testing to see if she was close, wanting to touch her.

The bed dipped and she straddled his waist. She bent down to kiss him then slid her mouth over his cheek to his ear.

“Do you want to taste me as much as I want to taste you?”

“There’s not an inch of you I don’t want to taste,” he said.

He felt her smile against his ear. “I want you to lick my pussy while I suck your cock.”

“I love a woman who knows what she wants,” he said around a grin.

“Oh, I know exactly what I want. I’ve known since I saw you in that bar. And I intend to have you.”

“I never argue with a lady.”

“Smart man.”

She lifted off of him again. She rotated then straddled his face, lowering her pussy until she was just inches from his mouth. He could smell her, sweet, slightly musky. Sexy as hell.

He moved his hands to cup her ass, positioning her better so he could begin his exploration. As his tongue flicked out to circle her pussy entrance, her mouth sank over his cock, and he moaned low in his throat.

Her ass quivered against his fingers as he gently worked his mouth over her clit. One thing he had learned since his first encounter with Payton all those years ago was that a woman didn’t want to be eaten like a damn potato chip. She wanted to be teased, savored, enjoyed like a fine wine. Sipped at, not gulped.

She writhed against his mouth, squirming as he continued his exploration. Her breath came in gasps around his cock, sending sparks through his groin. He arched into her as she twisted against him.

He took his time, nudging her with his mouth, licking, nipping then soothing the delicate folds. Each time his tongue swept over her clit, it tightened and a tiny spasm quaked through her body.