Sensual Confessions (12 page)

But not now, she thought when she felt the tip of his nose rubbing against her feminine charms. He was muttering things she couldn’t entirely understand, but she could make out the words
sweet, hot, delicious
.

And before she could strain her ears to make out anything else, she literally gasped when he suddenly used his arms to widen her legs, and at the exact same moment jabbed his tongue inside of her.

“Blade!”

He didn’t respond. Not that she’d expected him to. Neither did he stop what he was doing, nor had she truly expected that, either. She grabbed ahold of his shoulders when his mouth became relentless in what he was doing to her—more relentless and hungrier than the night in the parked car. It was as if he was intent on consuming her alive.

Passion and lust made her womanly flesh throb even more and made sensations sweep through her body. She threw her head back while he held tightly to her thighs and his tongue penetrated even deeper.

Her moans became cries, her groans became gasps and her heart began racing as if it would never, ever slow down. And just when she thought he couldn’t possibly torture her any more, his tongue delved even deeper and made moves, some incredible thrusting motions that nearly had her screaming.

Suddenly an orgasm hit and it hit her hard, slamming into her with the strength of a tractor trailer. Her hands left his shoulders and grabbed the sides of his head, not to pull him away but to hold him in place. She could tell that he was a man intent on finishing what he’d started, and didn’t plan on going anywhere until the last spasm left her body.

It was then that she pushed him backward, sending him
tumbling to the floor, and she quickly proceeded to crouch down on top of him. Before he could say a single word, she became the aggressor and captured his mouth in hers, tasting herself on his lips and tongue.

Her flavor mingling with his did something to her. It made something snap inside of her as she continued to take control of his mouth. She was very much aware of his erection poking her belly.

She released his mouth and leaned downward, capturing his erection in her hand, and proceeded to feather it with kisses before taking her tongue and licking it as she would a lollypop.

“Damn, woman, what are you doing to me?” He choked out the words while his body exploded and he groaned out her name. When his shudders subsided, he grabbed hold of her hair and gave it a fierce tug.

“Ouch!” She released him, and the moment she did so, he caught her off guard and shifted positions so that she was the one on her back and he was towering over her.

“I got to get inside you, Samari. Now!”

He had spread her legs with practiced ease, and then suddenly, before she could react, she felt the hard thickness of his manhood enter her, stretching her wide in the process, and she flinched in pain. It was then that she realized just how far out of hand things had gotten. He was halfway inside of her. “Stop!”

That single word startled Blade and he froze. He didn’t go any farther, but neither did he pull out. He stared down at her with lust-laden eyes, as if trying to figure out why she’d told him to stop. He blinked, and then as if it dawned on him, he pulled out of her and reached for his jacket, which he’d toss on the floor nearby.

Before she could say anything, he told her, “Sorry about that. I can’t believe I forgot to put on a condom.”

She watched as he shook his jacket, and a dozen or more foil-wrapped condom packets went flying everywhere, all over her floor. She was amazed at the number and couldn’t help wondering just how many he’d planned to use on her. As if the question going through her mind showed in her expression, he laughed. “When it comes to you I’ve discovered I have a huge appetite.”

She could only stare, and tried to force out of her mind just how good he’d felt inside of her for that brief period of time. Her womb was literally weeping at the thought that he wouldn’t be back. When he had invaded her, her muscles had clamped down hard on him like a vise.

She shut her eyes at the memory, but quickly opened them when she felt his hands grab hold of her thighs again. Already he had put on a condom and was ready. And so was her body, although she didn’t want it to be. More than anything she wanted him back inside of her, too, but she knew that couldn’t happen. She pulled herself up into a sitting position. “Blade, wait. We need to talk.”

He looked at her, surprised. “Talk?”

“Yes.”

Confusion replaced the surprised look in his eyes. “Now?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

She pulled in a deep breath that was filled with the aroma of sex. She could certainly understand why he thought she was kidding. They were on the floor, naked, with condoms spread all around. And he had a huge erection, poised and ready for action, with his hands planted on her thighs with the intent of spreading her legs. He’d been there before, so he knew she was wet and ready—just waiting for his return.

She met his gaze and shook her head. “No, I’m not kidding.”

She watched him swallow and then saw how he released a deep breath. “Is it because I forgot the condom? Look, I’m really sorry about that. That’s not the way I usually operate, and nothing like that has ever happened to me before. When it comes to making out with a woman I’m usually in better control. I can’t explain what the hell happened.”

She could, and easily. Like her, he had gotten caught up in the moment, wrapped up in the most intense kind of pleasure. Their bodies had reacted and had left their minds behind.

“It has nothing to do with the condom,” she said, pulling away from him, and grateful when he let go of her thighs. What she was about to say wouldn’t be pretty. She intended to make it sound worse than it was. He would get pissed. She broke eye contact with him to reach for her skirt, blouse and panties.

“Then if it’s not about the condoms, what is it? Why aren’t we finishing what we’ve started?”

She felt her heart thud against her chest at the sound of the disappointment in his voice. She stood and slid into her skirt and pulled the halter top over her head. She tossed her panties back down, since they were wet.

She then met his gaze again. Cleared her throat and said, “I invited you over here, but I didn’t intend for us to have sex, Blade.”

He sat back on his haunches. The dark brown eyes staring back at her narrowed. “Of course you did. Did you not tell me when I arrived that
you
would be my dinner?”

She tossed her hair over her shoulders and deliberately gave him a haughty look. “Yes, I told you that. But when I did so, I had no intention of going through with any such plan.”

“Then why did you lead me to believe that you would?”

She lifted her chin. “To teach you a lesson. You’re a player. A man who thinks he can have any woman he wants, and I wanted to prove there’re some women who find you resistible. I am one of them. Sorry you couldn’t break through my
defenses
.”

She saw the flash of anger that appeared in his eyes when her words sank in. He slowly got to his feet and she tried not to concentrate on the fact that her words hadn’t deflated his erection any.

“Are you standing here telling me that you’re nothing but a tease? That you deliberately invited me over here to set me up? That you dressed that way to make me want you, and did everything you did to me knowing that you wouldn’t deliver?” he asked, with confusion and fury in his voice.

She pushed aside any feelings of guilt that plagued her. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

Her response sounded flippant, totally lacking in remorse, and her expression gave the appearance of a woman who didn’t have a shameful bone in her body.

He covered his face, as if he was awakening from a bad dream—a very bad dream. “But why, Sam?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. Again she fought back any feelings of guilt. There was something about the look in his eyes that was totally unexpected. That look was something she would have to think about later, but definitely not now.

“The reason is simple. You’re a player and I’m a player hater. Because of men like you I was made a fool of on
my
wedding day, in front of over five hundred guests, when two women showed up claiming to be my fiancé’s baby mamas. And I lost a good friend in college—my roommate. She committed suicide after a guy she thought she loved made a fool of her.”

Those eyes that had been flashing fire before were blazing now. “You’re punishing me because of what some other guys did?”

“Yes, but don’t think you’re the only one. There have been others before who got the same treatment from me.”

“And you’re still alive to brag about it?”

A sneer touched her lips. “Evidently being a tease doesn’t mean a death sentence.”

Instead of responding, Blade gathered up his clothes and angrily began putting them on. Like her, he didn’t bother with his underwear. She watched as he balled up his briefs and put them in his pocket. He then headed for the door.

“Wait! What about all these condoms?”

He turned and glanced at her in a way she wished he hadn’t. If looks could kill then she would definitely be dead. “Flush them down the damn toilet for all I care. And just for your information, Sam, I don’t have sex with women who don’t know the score. I’ve never misled a woman by making promises I didn’t intend to keep. The women I sleep with know I’m not into long-term relationships, and for whatever reason, they prefer things that way.”

He paused and then said in a somewhat softer tone, “I regret what happened on your wedding day. What your fiancé did to you was unforgivable in my book. And as for your friend who committed suicide, believe it or not, the same thing happened to my cousin Dex’s best friend, Greg. He fell in love with a girl in college and she played him and he took his own life. So men aren’t the only ones who are players. Just like all women aren’t alike, all men aren’t the same, either.”

Sam pulled in a deep breath. Instead of feeling a surge of satisfaction at what she’d just done to Blade, a part of her felt pangs of regret. “Look, Blade—”

“No!” he snarled. “
You
look, Sam. You got your damn pound of flesh. You got your laughs at my expense, so let’s end it there. We know where we stand with each other now. Personally, I don’t think you’re a nice person, and although it’s unlikely our paths will never cross, I suggest we try to avoid each other whenever possible.”

She lifted her chin. “Fine. And you can stop sending me those flowers.”

He glared back at her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve never sent
you
or
any
woman flowers, other than the women in my family.”

He then threw his head back and laughed. “And I’m such a fool that today was the first time I’ve ever given a woman I’m interested in flowers. For some reason I thought you were special. Damn, was I wrong. You can flush them down the toilet along with the condoms.”

Muttering an obscenity that Sam was grateful she couldn’t hear, Blade opened the door and walked out, slamming it shut behind him.

Blade let himself into his town house as rage blasted from every pore in his body. In all his thirty-four years, nothing like this had ever happened to him before. And the woman had had the damn nerve, the gall, to blame him for something he’d had nothing to do with.

Admittedly, he was a player. He enjoyed women. He liked variety when it came to making love, and so far there hadn’t been a woman out there capable of giving him what he wanted, what he needed and desired, all in one single package. Hell, considering his fantasies, he doubted it was possible for any one woman to fulfill his needs.

He didn’t make excuses for doing what he did, but he of all people respected women. He had enough of them
in his family and had been taught from an early age how women were to be treated. He’d never held a gun to their heads to make them sleep with him, so what gave Sam the right to come off thinking she was justified in seeking revenge on behalf of women who’d ever been hurt by him?

He ignored the blinking message light on his answering machine as he walked through his living room toward the kitchen. He needed a beer. In all honesty, he needed something stronger, but he would settle for what he had.

Moments later he was leaning against the kitchen counter, after taking a huge swallow of his beer. The cold brew had flowed down his throat, but other than that, the drink hadn’t affected him. He was staring down at the floor as his anger continued to boil.

By her own admission she was a player hater? He had heard about those kinds of women, but had been lucky not to have encountered one until now. How could he have been so stupid, so gullible? So damn horny for a woman that he hadn’t seen the signs? How had he allowed her to get under his skin to the point that he had been chasing her for the past ten months like a fool?

And how in the hell had he allowed her to make a difference when no other woman had?

Damn! She was probably next door having a good old-fashioned laugh.

He slammed the beer bottle on the counter, almost spilling the contents on his hands and the countertop. And just to think that all the while he had been getting dressed to go over to her place for dinner, he’d barely been able to put his clothes on without thinking about when he would be taking them off with her, how his naked body would lie on top of hers, slide deep inside of her—as deep as he could go—giving her the ride of her life.

But things hadn’t gone quite the way he’d wanted. Although he had slid inside of her. At least he had tried to. She had been pretty damn tight and he had enjoyed the feel of her muscles clamping around him as he tried pushing deeper, determined to be deeply embedded in her, before she’d stopped him. And he’d assumed that was because he wasn’t wearing a condom.

He couldn’t believe such a thing had happened. This was the first time he’d been skin to skin with any woman, and the feel of being inside of her without being sheathed in latex had every muscle in his body pulsating, even now. She probably hadn’t realized it, but he had managed to stroke her at least once before pulling out.