'I'll make it worth your while.' He slid another pair of glasses on her face and brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek and down the side of her neck. His touch was like magic, sending his incredible sexual energy dancing across her skin.
She looked at him through the dark lenses, and her breath got stuck in her chest somewhere around her heart. 'How?'
'I'll let you use my second favorite rod.'
'Why can't I use your favorite rod?'
He laughed and set the sunglasses on top of the cash register. His dark head dipped, blotting out everything but him. 'Anytime, babe,' he whispered just above her lips.
Her hands grasped the front of his shirt. 'Rob, I think-'
'Don't think.' He pressed one of her hands over his heart, and she felt the strong beat against her palm. 'Just feel. Feel what you do to me. Feel what happens when I'm around you.' His mouth covered hers and blotted out everything but the warm male scent of his body filling her lungs, the slick tangle and slide of their tongues, and the taste of him. He tasted good, like passion fruit and lust.
He tilted his head to one side and turned up the heat. The kiss turned hotter, wetter, and he peeled her fingers from his shirt and slid her hands up and around his neck.
He gently sucked her tongue into his mouth, and she swayed against him. He pressed a hand to the small of her back and brought her breasts in contact with his solid chest. Her nipples tightened as desire pulled like a knot in her stomach, a visceral reaction to the taste of his mouth, the touch of his hands, and the heavy bulge brushing against her lower belly. Her body remembered his and wanted more of the pleasure he could give.
His kiss was like the hot buttered rum she'd drunk the first night they'd met. It tasted very good in her mouth and spread fire throughout her body, heating up the pit of her stomach and making her light-headed. The kiss turned urgent, needy, like he wanted to suck the air from her lungs. He was so good at making her body react to his, and making her forget exactly why she should avoid any sort of relationship. She tore her mouth from his. 'I can't do this,' she said as she took deep breaths. 'I came here to talk about Stanley and your mother. We shouldn't do this again.'
'Sure we should.'
No they shouldn't. He was bad for her. He'd crush her heart and she didn't think she could take another heartbreak. She turned her face away. 'I think we should just be friends.'
'I can't be just your friend now.' He touched her chin and brought her gaze back to his. 'The other night when I came to the M &S, I didn't plan on making love to you. I didn't even know why I was knocking on the door until you answered. Then I saw you standing there and I knew.' He pressed his forehead to hers. 'I'm drawn to you, Kate. I used to think it was just sex. That I just wanted to get you naked, but it's more than that now. I like talking to you and being with you. I look for you in a crowd or the second I walk into the grocery store, and most of the time I don't even know I'm doing it.' He brushed his nose back and forth against hers. 'After I made love to you the first time, I should have taken you home and made love to you in my bed. All night long.' He paused and his voice got lower, rougher when he spoke again. 'That's what I wanted to do then. And what I want to do now.' He pulled his head back. 'I think about you when you're not around, and the really pathetic part is, I'm not sure you even like me very much.'
'I like you,' she whispered and ran her fingers through the back of his fine hair. He seemed to know just what to say to wear down her resistance. 'Even when I try really hard not to like you.'
He grasped her waist, picked her up, and sat her back down on the counter. 'Just think of all the fun we could have if you didn't try so hard.' He stepped between her legs and pushed his hands beneath her skirt. He slid his palms up the tops of her thighs. The warmth of his touch spread to her crotch.
She grabbed his wrists, and with her last shred of sanity said, 'We can't do this here. I have to go back to work.'
He kissed the side of her neck. 'What are you wearing?'
She tilted her head to one side. Okay, one more minute. 'A skirt.'
'No.' His fingers brushed the edge of her panties. 'Here. It feels like lace.'
'It is.'
'What color?'
He groaned deep in his throat and pulled back far enough to look into her face. 'Show me.'
'Right now?'
'Yes.'
'Someone might come in.'
'No one's coming in.'
'The last time I was here, two little boys walked in.'
He moved his hands up the outsides of her thighs and pressed his thumbs into the lace covering her crotch. 'Your panties are wet.'
'I have to go help Stanley,' she said on an intake of breath. 'The store gets busy around five.'
He smiled. 'We have over an hour then.'
'Someone could walk in here,' she protested once again, but she didn't remove his hand.
He slid a thumb beneath her underwear and touched her there. 'Do you care?'
Did she? He stroked her slick flesh and she couldn't remember the question. Oh yeah. 'Someone could walk in.'
'Pull up your skirt so I can chew off your panties.'
Could she let a man she'd only had sex with once in a dark store chew off her underwear? Right now? She looked into his heavy eyes, filled with lust and the promise of great sex. She slid her hands down his shoulder and arms and pulled her skirt above her waist.
He smiled and lowered his gaze down the front of her shirt to her thighs. 'I've wanted to do this for a long time now.' He kissed her mouth and the side of her neck, then he knelt in front of her. He raised his gaze to hers, and his smile was filled with the promise of dark, delicious sin. 'Put your feet on my shoulders,' he said as he pulled her bottom to the edge of the counter.
Kate planted her hands behind her as he kissed the inside of her knee and worked his way down. He didn't waste time on foreplay. He just got busy. He pulled her panties aside, then he drew her to his mouth. The immediate, hot suction of his warm mouth stole her breath, and her head fell back.
He kissed between her thighs the way he kissed her mouth, with overwhelming passion, drawing mindless sounds of pleasure from her throat and from his. She closed her eyes as desire pulsed and beat just below her skin, out of control and curling her toes inside her shoes.
He caressed her with his tongue, pressing into her slick flesh and drawing her into his mouth for a luscious kiss that nearly sent her over the edge. Repeatedly, he coaxed her to the point of orgasm only to back off and nibble on the inside of her thigh and touch her with his fingers. Each time he took her higher, farther, until a deep, shattering orgasm took her apart. It started in the pit of her abdomen and worked its way outward, rushing across her skin like liquid fire. Her fingers and the backs of her knees tingled, and she heard herself call out his name. It seemed to go on forever and then he was above her, kissing her and touching her breasts through her clothes.
Like always, desire surrounded him, hot and vital. Kate felt the relentless force of it as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed his throat and he reached for his wallet. He removed a condom from inside and she took it from him. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his white briefs down his thighs.
Kate took his thick penis in her hand and rolled the thin latex over the head and down the long shaft to the base. Rob looked at her, fire and need and greed burning in his eyes as she positioned him. His mouth lowered to hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth as he entered her body, plunging so fully, so deep, that if she hadn't been so ready, he would have hurt her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he drove into her, again and again, hard and deep. She clung to him, welcoming each thrust of his pumping hips and feeling each stroke push her toward orgasm once more.
Rob tore his mouth from hers and crushed her against his chest. His fingers tangled in her hair as he plunged into her one last time. He held her that way, tight against his chest, until their breathing returned to normal. 'That was…' He spoke into the top of her head. '… I'm not quite sure, but I believe that was the best… I don't think I've ever come like that.' He lowered his hands and rubbed the tops of her bare thighs. 'Thank you, Kate.'
