The Glass Knot-mmf (6 page)

He
exhaled and the connection went. I licked my suddenly dry lips and enjoyed the heaviness
of my turned-on breasts. “It’s called Summer of Heaven, and it’s one of my favorite
perfumes,” I managed.

“Mmm,
it’s one of mine now.” He crooked his index finger beneath my chin and tilted
my head. “It’s the complete opposite to the fragrance Nick wears.”

As
my heart skipped a whole pile of beats I looked up into his face. Shadows danced
across his strong features and the moonlight above us highlighted his brow,
nose and stubbled jawline. A gust of breeze ruffled his hair, and I risked
smoothing my hands down from his shoulders, to rest on his pectoral muscles.

“Laura,”
he whispered.

My
pussy clenched, and once again I wondered what kind of cruel joke God was
playing on me. Just Josh’s smooth voice saying my name had me craving an orgasm.

“Laura,
you are by far the most beautiful, most irresistible woman I’ve ever held in my
arms,” he said quietly, his chocolate-and-wine-laced breath warming my cheek.

“I’m
sure you held many lovely ladies before you met Nick,” I managed.

And
I am jealous enough to scratch the eyes out of every single one of them.

“Actually
no, not that I remember.”

“You’ve
been together a long time, and it’s clear you’re very much in love.” I paused but
held his gaze. “To have been in love with one person for so long that you’ve
forgotten what it’s like to be with anyone else is lovely, it’s something I can
only strive for.”

He
smiled. “Sweetie, you misunderstood me.”

I
ran my hands back up his chest, over his collarbones and settled them on the
join between his neck and shoulders. Committing every contour to memory so I
could bring it out later and enjoy the moment all over again. “I did?”

“Yes,
what I was trying to say is that for me there has only ever been Nick.” He
threaded his fingers into my hair, holding my head firm and cradling my skull
in his palms. He stared down into my eyes. “Laura, I’ve never been with a woman,
never really, truly wanted to.” He dipped his head lower, so that his lips were
a whisper from mine. “Until now.”

A
swirl of emotions ran through me. Josh had never been with a woman? Never really
wanted to, until now? What was he talking about?

“But…”
I said, pulling back. I needed to assess the situation. Josh was a virgin. Sort
of.

What
the hell does this mean?

He
frowned and, still holding my head with one hand, wrapped his other arm around
my shoulders. The pianist changed to a slower tune, and next thing I knew I was
burying my face in his shirt and inhaling his fresh scent. I shut my eyes,
fisted the material covering his fine torso, and willed my knees to stay
co-operating with my brain. I would allow myself one minute like this. One
minute of pretending this devastatingly sexy man wanted me then I would walk
away and leave him to get on with his life. Get on with his married life.

One
minute, that’s all I need of this crazy fantasy.

“Laura.”
He spoke onto the top of my head, sending spirals of sensation over my scalp.
“Are you okay?”

I
nodded against his shirt. I was okay as long as I didn’t fall for his sweet
talk about wanting me.

“Laura,”
he said again, running a hand from the top of my spine to the base, right to my
tailbone, slowly, so slowly, and as if relishing every dip and curve of my
back. “I hope I haven’t upset you.”

I
shook my head and pressed against him a little bit more. It was then I felt it.

Holy
shit.

The
proof that he did indeed want me was hard and solid behind his jeans. There was
no ignoring it. It spoke a thousand words. Fantasy or no fantasy, that hard-on
was as real as the grand piano next to us.

“Lord
help me,” he muttered and squeezed me closer still, trapping his cock between
my belly and his body. “But you’re flicking a switch in me no one other than
Nick ever has.”

I
could barely even sway to the music. It was as if every nerve and fiber in my
body had honed in on Josh’s straining erection.

“What
does this mean?” I gasped, settling my hands around his neck and looking up at
him.

“It
means I want you.” He paused. “Do you want me?”

“Well,
I…” There was no denying it, I gave a small nod.

He
blew out a tight breath. “Damn, I want you so bad I might embarrass myself on
the dance floor by coming in my pants.” He gulped and a pained expression
crossed his face. “So please can we go somewhere more private? Before you
bewitch me entirely.”

“But,
but what about Nick?”

Go
somewhere private?

“He’s
fine, I promise. He likes you.”

“He
might like me, but does he really want you to cheat? With me?”

How
could we be talking like it was actually going to happen? That Josh and I were
actually going to have sex? Fuck. Get naked and dirty and bring each other
pleasure. Sweet Jesus, what I could do with that body to get me some pleasure.

“Nick
and I have talked about it often. He’s older than me, traveled, lived a
different life to the one we do now. He doesn’t want me to feel that I’ve
missed out on enjoying a woman’s body because of us meeting when I was so
young.”

“But—?”

“Oh,
we weren’t illegal or anything, and I could have got rid of my virginity in the
conventional sense if I’d wanted to, but there was never the right time.” He
hovered his mouth over mine, his eyelids were heavy. “Or the right woman.”

If
I could have let go of him for a second I would have pinched myself to make
sure I wasn’t dreaming. But I was gripping him so tight, partly to stay upright
and partly because I didn’t want the bubble to burst, letting go wasn’t an
option.

“So
what do you say?” Josh asked. “Are you up for spending some time with me?
Tonight? In bed?”

His
dick was still pressed into my abdomen, and as confusing as the situation
seemed to be, it was also very simple. I wanted that cock, in my pussy, as soon
as possible.

I
tried to restore some semblance of rationality and figure out the situation.
“Do you mean that this whole evening was planned so that we, me and you, would
have sex?”

His
face twisted. “God no, I liked you on the beach, thought you looked great and were
fun to chat to, I wanted your company this evening. Then when you were late I
could feel myself getting anxious, jumpy, sick in my stomach. I wanted to see
you again, desperately, and the thought that you might not show was too horrible
to put into words. Then, as we talked and ate dinner, I knew there could be
more.” He shook his head. “And one second of holding you in my arms, on this
dance floor, has more than proved it.”

Okay
he’s got me. How the hell can I refuse a night of such erotic fun?

I
allowed desire to fizz around my body, wild and abandoned. “Then yes, Josh,
let’s go to my room. I think we both have something to offer the other.”

Josh
ensured the meal had been charged to their bill then we headed to the elevator.

“Nick
and I are on the fifteenth floor,” he said as we waited.

“Oh,
the posh suites.”

He
grinned. “Yeah, I told you he was spoiling me. The view is fabulous and the
bathroom enormous.”

The
elevator arrived. It was empty and we stepped in. I hit level eight, where the
standard rooms were. The doors shut with a quite ping, and I stared at my
reflection in the smoky mirrors.

My
hair was still neat and my dress hugged my slim frame perfectly. But I could
make out my nipples straining like two small pebbles against my bra. My eyes
were dark and dense with desire, my mascara-heavy lashes framing a window to my
soul— a soul that was alive with lust.

I
shifted on my heels and was aware of the damp gusset of my panties.

What
the hell am I doing? He’s gay, bi, curious, what about the implications of
that?

“It’s
okay,” he said, to my reflection. “I know what you’re thinking but I’m clean, I
promise. Like I said, I’ve only ever been with Nick and we’ve been faithful for
over ten years. There’s nothing I’m not telling you. I wouldn’t do that.”

I
nodded, acknowledging his declaration. I believed him. “You’re lucky to have
Nick, I feel like I’ve been sleeping in an empty bed forever.”

He
reached for my hand, without words letting me know that was about to change, if
just for one night. And oh, what a night it was going to be. I was going to get
myself some serious fun. Every sensual, erogenous cell in my body was calling
out for it.

I
glanced at Josh’s reflection again. His head was tilted upwards as he studied
the digital screen telling us which floor we were passing. Yep, I was going to
share my bed with a gorgeous guy who wanted me, really wanted me in an honest,
nothing hidden kind of way. And heck to the consequences, because there
wouldn’t be any. I would have a night of sex and passion, then in the morning,
or perhaps later on tonight, he would return to his husband and leave me
wallowing in memories and satisfaction.

Bliss.

I
firmed up my resolve. I
could
be a one-night-stand woman. Take what I
wanted and enjoy Josh without any emotional fallout. It would be easy to be her
if I knew that was the score from the outset. Plus, it would give poor old
Rocky a well-earned break.

The
doors slid open. Josh rested his hand in the small of my back as I led the way
out. We walked along the deserted corridor. My heels sank deep on the plush
carpet and my heart beat loud in my ears. Each step, a step closer to no
turning back from the slightly crazy, if physically necessary, decision I’d
made.

After
slipping my keycard into room eighty-four, we wandered in. The maid had visited
and turned back the covers on the king-size bed. A lone chocolate sat on the
pillow and light from a standing lamp, by a bucket armchair, bathed the room in
a warm buttery glow.

The
curtains were shut against the sights and sounds of Marbella. The room was so
silent and still, I was sure Josh would be able to hear the pounding in my
chest and feel the vibrations the trembles in my belly created through the air.

I
set my small clutch purse on the dresser and toed off my sandals.

“Nice
room,” he said, glancing around and twisting his hands together.

“Thanks.”

He
looked at his feet, then at the lamp, then at the blank TV screen. His face had
paled, and he was gnawing at the inside of his cheek.

It
was then it struck me.

Josh
is nervous.

And,
of course, why wouldn’t he be? The guy was a virgin. He’d never been with a
woman, and despite the fact he was drop-dead gorgeous and did the deed with
Nick, he was nervous—nervous of having sex with me, a woman, for the
first time.

Suddenly
I felt a whole lot better. My abstinence worries were nothing compared to what
he was going through. I was the one who
had
done this before, countless
times, and on occasions, with amazing success.

“Hey,”
I said, moving closer. “I’m not going to bite you.”

His
gaze captured mine. “I know. Well, I don’t know, actually, but I hope you
won’t.”

Touching
my finger against the top button of his shirt, I breathed in his lovely scent.
It was stronger in my room, as if his nervousness and the four walls had
intensified it. “I want this to be special for you, for me, for us both,” I
whispered.

He
swallowed and nodded.

“Would
you like me to take off your clothes?” I asked.

“No,
not yet, but will you take off yours?” He poked out his tongue and licked his
lips.

“There’s
not much to take off.” I backed away and gave my best seductive smile. “Just
this little, hardly worth wearing dress.” As I spoke I undid the side zip and
let the linen fall over my hips and down to my ankles.

His
eyes followed the movement of the material, then, as it bunched on the floor,
he trailed his gaze back up my body.

I
tilted my hips, jauntily, and was pleased to note there was still a notable
strain going on in his jeans.

“And
of course I need to get rid of this silky underwear.”

He
rubbed his hand over his forehead, his eyes darted between my bra and my
panties.

“Josh,
would you like me to take off my underwear?”

He
nodded, quickly, three sharp up-and-down twitches of his head.

I
smiled, pleased that I still had him and he hadn’t decided to back out. Because
at this point, no amount of Rocky power would make up for him leaving before
the main event.

Reaching
behind myself, I unfastened the hook on my strapless bra. It was white, like my
panties, and had two small cream roses in the center. It was one of my favorite
underwear sets.