Open Invitation? (12 page)

He moved one hand down to the hem of her skirt and crept under it.

“Get out of—” She slapped at his hand. “Stop it!”

“I want to part your sweet knees and look at you there.” He stroked her thigh, moved his fingers up under her panties and felt her wet, quivering female flesh.

She mewled.

“I want to eat you out until you scream.”

“Oh my God! You can't say things like—”

He rubbed her clitoris and then slid a finger into her. “So sweet, so juicy. You wanna feel my mouth there, Lil?”

She covered her ears. “Stop it!” But she didn't close her knees, didn't shove him seriously.

He grinned, withdrew his hand from her skirt and pulled her hands down, putting them on his cock. Then he whispered into her naked ear again. “I want you even wetter. I want you wild. I want to make you come so hard you see stars.”

He was so busy whispering that he didn't hear the white-jacketed restaurant employee until he cleared his throat behind them. “Sir? Madam? I do regret this, but we have to ask you to leave.”

Horrified, poor Lil dived under his suit jacket and refused to show her face.

“I understand,” Dan said. “We just got a little carried away. Come on, honey.” He opened the car door and Lil slunk inside, her face hidden by her hands and her beautiful black hair. She was shaking.

Dan got into the car himself, waved adios to the waiter and drove them out of there.

He looked down at Lil's bent head and chuckled.

She bolted upright. “Are you
laughing,
you son of a bi—?”

“Did you just almost cuss at me, Miss Manners?”

“Yes! I can never, ever go back there, now! They
know
me. And if this gets out, my professional reputation is
ruined
.”

D
AN LAUGHED AGAIN
, to Lil's fury. Then he asked, “Why?”

Was the man really that thick? “Are you honestly asking me that question? Do I have to spell it out? Because an etiquette consultant does not do such things in front of an audience!”

“Lil, be reasonable. Who really knows you there?”

“The owner! I've met him socially.”

“And was he around tonight?”

She bit her lip. “No. He's the chef. He was in the kitchen.”

“And I paid the bill with my credit card. So unless you're cozy with the waitstaff or other dinner guests, there's really no damage done to your professional reputation.”

“I still can't go back there! What if someone recognizes me?”

Dan sighed. “I think you're being paranoid. Do you want to stop living like a little old lady? Or do you want to beat yourself up over the way you might look to a bunch of people you don't know?”

Lil clenched her hands in her lap and stared out the
window. “No, I want to beat
you
up over the way I might look to those people.”

“Oh, so it's my fault.”

“Yes!
You
touched my breasts.
You
put your hand up my skirt.
You
talked dirty to me.”

“And
you
enjoyed it.
You
didn't knee me in the balls. So where does that leave us, besides sexually frustrated? I don't know about you, but I've got such a hard-on I can practically hit the gas pedal with it.”

Lil choked. “Well, I'm sorry but I don't know what to do about that.”

“I do.” Dan pulled the car off the road and headed toward some woods.

“What are you doing?”

“You ever go parking back in high school, Lil? Or were you too busy wearing white stockings and perfecting your French?”

“Dan, take me home.”

He stopped the car. “If that's what you really want, then of course I'll drive you back. But you do have unfinished homework for Uncivilization 101, darlin'.”

She swallowed, hating that she still wanted him even though she'd like to kill him.

“See, on page forty-three of the text, the assignment is to take off those panties that were gettin' in my way.”

She took a deep breath and tried to fight the desire that lapped at her along with his voice.

“You always do your homework, don't you, Lil? And there's nobody around to see. You afraid to shock an owl or something, sweetheart?”

She expelled the breath and found that her thighs were trembling.

“Still wet for me, honey?”

His teeth gleamed white in the darkness and a shaft of moonlight bathed his strong forearm, highlighting the corded muscle. Electricity shot through her stomach at the sight. She licked her lips.

“Take them off. Just for me.”

She'd lost her mind before and the damage was done. She might as well lose her panties. Blocking out the censorious voices in her head, Lil met his gaze. Then she lifted her hips, slid her hand up under her skirt and hooked a finger into the elastic of her underwear.

His breathing came faster and his lips parted.

She tugged the panties over her hips, down her thighs until they rested at her knees. Pale blue silk, they, too, caught the moonlight.

Dan hit the gas and the car shot forward, slowing as they reached the trees. He crept into them and killed the lights, then the engine.

The only sounds around them were those of little night insects, the wind in the trees and their breathing.

Dan turned to her. “There's a lever on the side of your seat. Ease it back.”

Lil did so, her panties still circling her knees. He leaned forward and pulled them down over her calves and ankles, then finally over her feet as she lifted one for him and then the other.

“No stockings,” he whispered. “Just beautiful, bare skin.” He threw the panties into the back seat. “I've
never wanted anyone as bad as I want you, Lil. You're killing me. You tell me, ‘wear this jacket, don't say that word. Put your napkin here, bring a hostess gift there.' And the whole time you're lecturing me, all I want to do is—” he pushed up her top “this.” He fastened his mouth around a nipple and she half moaned, half gasped. “And this.” He moved to the other breast, suckling it. “And this.” He moved his fingers between her thighs and stroked her with the tips.

“Oh…”

He fluttered them against her and rubbed his middle finger along her folds until he found her clit, which he rubbed in circles until she whimpered, raised her hips and arched her back shamelessly.

Nothing in her life had ever felt this good. This man had an extraordinary sexual power over her that she couldn't fight. He held all the mystery of chemistry in his magical hands and mouth, and she was desperate to feel him inside her again.

“Please, Dan…”

“Please, what?”

She couldn't vocalize it.

“What do you want, honey? You gotta tell me. You want my mouth, my hands or my cock?”

How did she say it?

“Talk to me, baby.”

“I want…you.”

“Inside?”

She nodded, feeling a blush spread over her from head to toe.

Dan got out of the car. Where was he going? He slammed the driver's side door and rounded the hood, then opened her door and unbuckled his belt. Just the sounds of him undressing turned her on, quickened her breath with anticipation. “Let me sit there.” He stretched out a hand to her and she got out, switched places with him.

Dan sat on the edge of the seat and drew her onto his knees, pushing her skirt up around her waist. He tugged her forward and rubbed her with his penis until she thought she'd come apart right then, the cool air on her backside and his hot erection under her.

Then he parted her and drove slickly home in one thrust, gripping her bottom hard.

Lil cried out with the pleasure of it, the sudden fullness, the hot streak of lightning that shot through her.

He groaned against her neck and then took her mouth with his, moving her up and down on him, thrusting as if his life depended on it.

She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscle, scraping her nipples along the shirt he hadn't bothered to take off. Her camisole was still on, too, but bunched up under her arms.

Dan bent her back, still thrusting, and took one of her breasts into his mouth, rolling the taut peak against his tongue and sucking her into an altered state where the only focus she had was the indescribable sensations between her legs.

She could feel his cock almost all the way up to her throat, and it penetrated some bubble of tension she didn't even know she had, bursting it into a channel of
bliss. Then the small narrow channel filled with hot honey, which rose and rose until it spilled over and drenched her in a thick, sweet climax very different from any she'd had last night—but just as satisfying.

Dan had slowed his tempo and he drove home between her legs one, two, three more times before shuddering and spilling himself inside her. “Aaaahhhhhh,” he groaned into her hair.

They still held each other so tightly that breathing was difficult, and Lil forced herself to peel her fingers off his shoulders. “I don't know what it is you do to me, or how you do it,” she whispered. “But you make me feel so good. I'm not a lady around you. But I sure am a woman.”

 

“C
OME SLEEP WITH ME
, Lilia.” His voice was hoarsely sexy as he drove them back the forty-five miles or so to Farmington.

“I don't have a change of clothes, or even a toothbrush.”

“So? I don't plan on letting you sleep in your clothes, and you can brush your teeth in the morning when I take you home.”

“Dan…”

“Just say yes. Tell me that if you don't come back to my hotel with me, you won't sleep a wink for thinking about my hands on you all night. My mouth on you. Me inside you.”

“How many times can a person do it in one night? You're a goat, Dan.”

He grinned. “Just call me Billy. Call me anything. Just come back to my room with me.”

“I really shouldn't.”

“Should, darlin', is a useless word. You either do or you don't, but screw whether you should. It's second-guessing and all it does is make you feel guilty. Nothing about sex should make you feel guilty. You're not married or engaged or a whore. Now come on, I'm not done uncivilizing you, yet.”

“How can I turn you down when you put it that way?” Lil raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yes!” he pumped a fist into the air, and she couldn't help but laugh. He was like a teenage boy who'd just scored a goal.

She pondered the dualities in his character. He was a man who didn't, in general, give a damn what anybody thought—yet here he was, putting himself through the equivalent of charm school so that he wouldn't embarrass his little sister at her wedding.

He obviously hated all of Lil's rules, but he soaked them up like a sponge. And he thought she was prissy and formal, yet he couldn't seem to get enough of her. What did it all mean?

And what was it in her that responded so completely to his sexuality and his rough manners? She wasn't the type to fall for a man like him. But she thrilled to his simple masculinity and his quirky, cynical way of looking at the world. His sureness of self. The fact that he seemed to understand where she came from, even though they were from two different planets. He came from a raw, all-male one, she from a refined all-female one.

She didn't have the answers, but she did have a fling.
While she hoped that Nana wouldn't be horrified and ashamed of her for going to spend a torrid night twisting in the sheets with a client, Lil felt that if she didn't, she'd be letting some part of herself down.

She'd always sought to please Nana and her standards, deserve the love that Lisbeth had shown her. But Nana was gone now…wasn't it time to please herself?

Before Lil knew it, they were pulling into the parking lot of a big chain hotel. God, she couldn't walk in there with no panties on! She turned and felt behind her for the missing blue scrap of silk, but came up with nothing. She unfastened her seat belt and turned, now on her knees.

“Don't you dare,” murmured Dan, undoing his seat belt, too. He slipped a hand up under her skirt and stroked her bare buttocks. “We have no use for those.”

“But…”

“Butt,” he agreed. “Very nice butt. Come on, Miz Lilia. You think anybody working the desk in there has X-ray vision? I doubt it.” He got out and opened her door, held his big hand out to her.

She put her small one into it and let him help her out. They walked into the hotel without incident, rode the elevator to his floor and entered a room like any other hotel room she'd been in.

The difference was that Dan was here, Dan who in a split second had no shirt and pulled her against his lightly furred, spectacularly muscular chest. Just the sight of it made her knees go weak, but the feel of it…the rough hair against her cheek, his nipples under her tongue, the rich, salty taste of his skin.

She bit lightly at his nipples and he groaned, closing his eyes. She really had no idea what to do next, so she just followed her instincts. She sank her teeth into his pecs and then alternately kissed them. She ran her tongue down between them until she got to the strip of hair at his belly. Pausing, she closed her eyes and thought of carrots. She could do this. She wanted to give him pleasure as he'd given it to her.

And, okay—she wanted, for the first time in her life, the sexual power that he'd had over her. Could she make him writhe and buck and tangle his hands in her hair, too? Could she make him beg for release as she had? She was going to find out.

Lil knelt before him and cupped him with her hand through his suit trousers. She'd known he would be hard already, and he didn't disappoint her.

Dan sucked in a breath and looked down with something akin to disbelief as she unzipped him and put her hand inside his pants, stroking him through the thin cotton boxers he wore, then parting those and pulling him out so that he sprang free. She caressed the velvety skin of his penis, fascinated by the head and the single translucent drop that had formed at the eye.

She cast a look upward at him to find him looking stunned as she moved her mouth close to the tip of him. His breathing was ragged and he'd taken his lower lip between his teeth. Sweat beaded above his mouth.

Lil bent her head and, drawn to the drop of moisture, touched the tip of her tongue to it.

“Ohhh.”

The taste was peculiar but not bad, not salty as she'd heard other women claim. She slicked her tongue over the entire head of his penis and then closed her lips on it. She slid her hands around to his backside and took him by the buttocks.

Dan, cocky, more-than-masculine Dan, shook in the legs. And she was the reason. She was causing this reaction. She smiled and slid him farther into her mouth.

“Aaahhhh.” His voice actually broke, and he gasped for air, sliding his hands into her hair and shaking some more.

She took him in as far as she could and then fisted one hand around the root of him, as Shannon had shown her so ridiculously on the carrot. She used the moisture from her mouth to wet her fist as she withdrew and then took him deep into her mouth again.

His breath was coming in ragged gasps now, and she rubbed underneath the root with her thumb as she started the rhythm that would please him. Then she caressed his balls with her other hand.

“I can't believe you're doing this,” he moaned, moving his own hands to her cheeks. “I never thought—ooohhhhhh—you'd want to.”

She sucked him firmly, and though her jaw began to ache, she enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth and the increasingly guttural noises he began to make as she took him higher and higher to the place he wanted to be.

In and out. In and out. In and out.