Sizzling Seduction (14 page)

Aisha felt overwhelmed. Never had a man been so attentive to her needs. She started to glimpse the gentle soul that was hiding behind the domineering persona and started to fear that she was already losing her heart to him.

When he kissed her again, she knew for sure that she had already lost her heart. She halted the kiss and tried to catch her breath. It was time for her to be brave enough to claim some happiness for herself, if only for one night.

“Stay for a little while,” she said as she took his hand and led him back into her bedroom.

She sat him on the foot of the bed and straddled his lap.

This time, she covered his lips with hers, lightly brushing the way he’d done al those times before. He had her torn between tel ing him not to kiss her and begging for more.

But he was not going to let her just brush his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, intensifying the kiss at the same time.

He stopped, gulped a large dose of air and stared at her. “Are you sure, Aisha? Because I want you to…No…I need you to be sure about this. This is too important. It means too much to me…. You have to be sure. Please be sure…”

She nodded.

“Love, I need you to say yes. I need to know you’re sure.

Because there won’t be any going back from this, Ms.-I-don’t-date.”

He was giving her an out.

She smiled.

How had she managed to resist this man as long as she had? He had made her smile more in the short time that she’d known him than she had smiled the entire time she was married to Bil . Her taste in men had improved tenfold and Patrick Hightower was the proof.

“I want this. I want you. Do you want me or should I let you go home now?” She slowly trailed her tongue along her lips and he let out a low rumbling growl before pul ing her onto the bed and covering her with his body.

He made quick work of her clothes and his, and she helped as much as she could until she realized that he didn’t need any help. Her hands were just getting in the way of his progress and stopping him from doing what needed to be done.

He pul ed out a condom and put it on. She watched and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. He was unbelievably huge. She had only had one other lover before. She didn’t know if Patrick would be able to fit. But she was certainly ready to try.

He slowly and lovingly entered her, inch by inch, stopping to al ow her time to adjust and peppering her lips, her cheeks, her neck and her breasts with soft pecks along the way to make the invasion a little easier for her.

She let out a breath. She had never felt so ful and he hadn’t even entered her al the way yet. He continued to enter her slowly until he had reached the hilt. He then kissed her soundly, caressing her mouth with his as his hands caressed her body.

His hands squeezed her breasts. His finger flicked her nipples. He rubbed the flesh of her stomach and the smal of her back. He let his hands span her hips and rest on her buttocks. He did al this touching without moving his hips, giving her plenty of time to adjust to his size and width.

She tentatively moved her hips, wiggling and grinding softly, letting him know that she was ready. He groaned before withdrawing and thrusting back in. Her breath caught at the power of his thrust. But she managed to move her own hips, meeting him and mating in the age-old dance until they both cried out in release.

Patrick got rid of the protection and then came back and held her in a spooning position. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had never felt anything this close to perfect in al his life. He wanted to go on holding and caressing her until the end of time.

She wiggled her hips seductively and he could have sworn his skin heated to a sizzle. She was that hot.

Together they were that hot. It was just as he’d said they would be. Magic.

He ran his fingers through her long hair and moved the sweat-soaked strands that had become stuck to her face.

He kissed her neck, her cheek and then her delicious mouth.

“Thank you, love. Thank you for taking a chance on us.

You won’t regret it.” He kissed her again, soundly. Her already plush lips were kiss-swol en to the point that they looked like they had had some kind of plumping injection in them.

“You’re welcome.” She wiggled her hips again and he felt himself rising yet again to the occasion.

He closed his eyes and wil ed his erection back down.

He could tel that she hadn’t been sexual y active in a while, and he didn’t want to do anything to hurt her or make her not want to do it again. He also didn’t want to appear greedy.

She wiggled her hips again before turning around to face him. She pul ed his face down to hers and nibbled on his lips. Her hand moved from his face, trailed his chest and then stroked his penis. Her loving strokes made him forget al his reasons for going slow and just cuddling.

Before he knew it he had flipped her over, grabbed protection and entered her slowly from behind.

“Oh…Patrick…” She panted out his name as she pushed her buttocks back to meet the thrust of his pelvis.

Each of his movements was met with one of hers.

Thrust. Push. Thrust. Push. Thrust. Push.

The rhythm of their lovemaking lul ed him into a space where anything was possible. Al kinds of things swirled through his head, things he wished he could say without scaring her or making her run for the hil s.

He reached under her, caressed her breast with one hand and her clitoris with the other. She mewled and it was the sweetest, sexiest sound he had ever heard.

“I’m…Oh, God…I’m…” She mewled again.

He licked straight up her back before whispering in her ear. “Come for me, love.”

He felt her body shake and convulse as she squeezed and tightened around him like a pulsating vise. That did it for him and he found it impossible to hold out on his own release. His eyes closed so tightly that he saw stars in the back of his head. His toes curled up and the muscles in his legs pul ed to the point of cramping.

As they lay panting in the aftermath, he felt vindicated, confirmed, right, so many things. He had found the one and he wasn’t letting her go.

W
atching her baby leave with Bil the folowing Friday darn near broke her heart. The worse part was, Bil seemed to get a kick out of her pain. The smug smirk on his face almost made her turn abusive. She would have paid money to smack it off him.

“Think about this while we’re gone this weekend, Aisha.

We can be a family again. You can bring your sil y little behind back home where you belong.” Bil curled up his lips in a sneer. “I’d marry you again if you could show me that you’d learned your lesson and your place. It doesn’t have to be this damn difficult.”

She glared at him and wanted to spit in his face. She then turned to her son, who was sitting in the front seat of Bil ’s BMW sports car.

“Be careful with my child this weekend, Bil . If anything happens to him, you wil regret ever being born. And try to actual y pay some attention to him. He’s a great kid. If you take the chance to actual y get to know him, you might—”

Bil ’s complexion reddened. “Shut up, Aisha. I don’t need your advice on how to handle my son. You’re getting real y mouthy and opinionated these days.”

She took a deep breath. “Bil , can’t we handle this in a different manner? You weren’t always like this—”

“You made me like this, Aisha. You shouldn’t have left me after one mistake. I apologized, but you wanted to play hard. I came to you offering a chance to get back together and you stil want to play hard. So I’m just showing you how the big boys play. Learn your position and maybe we can handle this in a
different manner
.” Bil smirked.

Then he got into his car and took off with her son. She stared after the car and wondered when he had turned into such a monster. Had he always been that way and had she been just too young and dumb to realize it? The tears started to fal almost immediately as she walked up the stairs and into her apartment.

After about an hour of sulking and drowning her sorrows in chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, she decided to try to read the book club’s selection. At least she could be ready for that when they met next week.

Once she was about halfway through the steamy novel, she regretted it. She found herself hot and bothered in the worst way. It never used to bother her before. She used to love to read the hot scenes.

That was before she knew what Patrick’s hot kisses felt like. What he tasted like…What he felt like inside her. Now when she read the scenes al she could do was think of the many ways Patrick had contorted her body and made it sing. She felt so uninhibited when she was around him. It was like prim and proper Aisha had a wanton twin sister who came out whenever he touched her.

Just as she was ready to try to pick up the book again the phone rang. She marked her place and answered the phone.

“So, I was thinking that a certain sexy mom I know must be feeling a little bored right about now. Maybe bored enough to final y say yes to a date with a certain fireman.

Do you think she’s bored enough to say yes?” Patrick’s smooth baritone met her as soon as she picked up the phone.

She grinned and answered without hesitating. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Patrick repeated in a questioning and nonbe-lieving tone.

She laughed. “Yes. Now come get me and take me somewhere already!”

When he showed up about five minutes later, she was already downstairs and she wasted no time getting in his SUV.

“I can’t believe you final y said yes,” Patrick said.

“I said yes because you played dirty and were so nice to my son,” she lied as if the night of passionate, steamy sex and the growing feelings she had for him had nothing to do with her affirmative response.

“You said yes because you have been wanting to say it since day one, and you’re so grateful I gave you the right excuse to fol ow your heart.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly against hers.

Her usual y proper mouth had the nerve to part, wantonly so. And her tongue, usual y tame and control ed, came dashing out, wild and searching. She found herself hungrily drinking from his mouth as if he had the fountain of life housed between his wonderful y thick, skil ed and demanding lips.

Her teeth even got involved. What kind of scarlet woman uses her teeth when kissing? Why was she nipping on a man she barely knew while sitting in his car in front of her apartment at the beginning of the date? She could at least let him take her out first.

His arms pul ed her closer until she was leaning uncomfortably over the stick shift. But did her body register one lick of discomfort? No. In fact, she cal ed on some lost acrobatic skil s in her gene pool and twisted around even more, so that more of her body could connect with the solid wal of muscle that was Patrick Hightower.

Why she didn’t just get out of the car, walk over to the driver’s side, open the door and just get in his lap was beyond her. It would have been the more pragmatic and reasonable thing to do. But who could think of pragmatic and reasonable when she was clearly drinking from a mouth that offered ambrosia?

She twinned her hands on either side of his chiseled cheeks and tried to contain him so that she could graceful y end the kiss. It would be hard, but she had to do it. She suckled none too gently and inhaled a great gulp of air as she pul ed away.

His strong, masculine hand reached out and stroked her cheek as he gazed at her, his eyes gleaming with passion.

“Whatever the reason, love, I’m glad you final y said yes.

And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that yes never turns to no.”

Now was the time, right? Now was the time to bring her reasonable, nonwanton self back into perspective and clear up any misunderstanding her blatant display of lust might have triggered. But al she could do was let out a gasp of air and nod.

She nodded. She actual y nodded, and she knew her treacherous eyes were saying yes to the fire captain. And she knew she was in a lot more trouble than she ever could have imagined.

They went out to dinner at a fancy Italian place in Paramus. It had been so long since she’d gone to a non-kid-friendly restaurant that she almost squealed with glee at the thought of white tablecloths and flickering candles.

“Thanks for cal ing and asking me out, Patrick. Thanks for being so persistent.” She rubbed her hand over the tablecloth and smiled.

“How are you holding up? I know it must have been hard for you today.”

“It was hard. It was also obvious that he could care less about spending time with Dil on. That’s what hurts more than anything. Dil on’s feelings get hurt each time his father rejects him.”

“Have you thought about going back to court? It would be hard to get his visitation revoked since he wasn’t physical y abusive to Dil on. But maybe you can make the case about his neglect and—”

“He’s already threatened to take me back to court and sue me for ful custody. And with that team of sharks he works with—my father included—I wouldn’t be surprised if they actual y took my kid away. You should have seen how ugly the divorce was and how they fought me on the child support. No, I think it’s best if I either take my kid and run, or let Bil get tired of spending his weekends with Dil on. I just hope he doesn’t inflict too much damage in the interim.”