Three to Dance Page 10

  She decided to pretend a bit of stupidity on the subject. Why not let Josh teach her about music? “I don’t know much about classical,” she admitted. “But I like it. That theme from that movie, Kramer versus Kramer. I loved that.”

  “Vivaldi,” he finished. “Mandolin concerto. Though really, Vivaldi was of the Baroque era, not the classical.”

  She demurred. “You know more about it than I do.”

  “I was a music major in college.”

  She leaned forward. Josh was certainly a multi-faceted guy. She would not have guessed that he liked classical music and old movies. “Did you graduate?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. Turned on, tuned out and dropped out. I liked the weed more than I liked my grades.”

  Kate felt her stomach go queasy inside. Was Josh still a druggie? If so, that instantly killed her attraction. She’d already gone through a marriage with a drinker. “Still smoke?” she asked, trying to sound hip, cool about his words.

  “No, a bust and jail time cured me,” he admitted. “Nine months in county convinced me that there was no future in prison. I got myself clean after that. It was a dumb thing to do. But I did it.”

  “Well, at least you learned your lesson.”

  “So how about you? Any brushes with the law?”

  “Only a traffic ticket,” she said. “I’m a good girl.”

  He gave her a sly smile. There was a spark in his eyes a teasing light. “Are you really?”

  “Oh, of course,” she said primly. His words started a slow throb inside her body, which only added to her desire to kiss him again. She could almost feel the touch of his mouth on hers, the feel of his hands caressing her breasts. Without her willing them to, her nipples grew hard, the tips rubbing against the thin material of her sheer blouse. Since she was wearing no bra, she might as well have been naked. She wondered how to wrangle her way over to where he sat without seeming like a brazen hussy? Her body clearly wanted more, her skin craving his touch, her hard little nipples yearning to be sucked.

  Come hell or high water, she thought, I’m seducing him.

  She pretended to look around for a clock, “I’ve probably kept you from your evening for too long,” she said, starting to rise.

  He made a quick gesture. “You’re not keeping me from anything now. Why don’t you stay? Still got that cheesecake to eat.”

  She shrugged. “Only if you’ll put on a little music. I’m dying to hear a few of your selections.”

  “You’ve got a deal.”

  Getting up, he crossed to the stereo. “Beethoven. The fourteenth sonata is a favorite of mine.” The gentle chords of a piano piece began to play, low and soothing—and very seductive.

  The ‘Moonlight’ sonata, she thought. The piece was one of her all time favorites, so majestic and tormented that one could sense the composer’s pain through every chord. It was a piece that had often made her weep with its beauty and intensity. Hearing that piece sealed the deal for her. Josh was definitely a guy worth chasing after.

  But what of his personal problems? He’d already admitted to a failed marriage. Add to that mix a bitch of an ex-wife and one small child. She was in no frame of mind or mood to play mommy to some kid on weekends, but the way Josh was talking, he rarely saw his kid anyway. She knew from her experience with Michael that being with a man who had kids didn’t necessarily have to interfere with dating a man. If they became involved, she’d make it clear that she liked fucking him, but also draw the boundaries on her time and commitment. In other words, he could get up and go home after sex and vise-versa. The fact that he had a high-pressure job that often kept him away at all hours also meant he wouldn’t be hanging around like a millstone all the time. That would be workable.

  Workable in that there was also Scott to fit into the equation.

  Oh, hell, she thought. This isn’t right. What am I getting myself into here? Would it be better to make some polite excuses and get the hell out of Josh’s apartment before something happened? It probably would be. But the pull of physical attraction was stronger than her common sense. Besides, she simply didn’t want to go. She had set her cap at having a taste of Josh’s hard male body, and by God, she was going to have it. Unless he indicated that he was totally not interested, that is. She knew when to take a hint and back off. After that little encounter on her kitchen counter, though, she had a feeling that Josh wasn’t going to easily back off. After all, he’d made the first moves, given her the come on. She was just following up.

  Kate got up, pretending to examine the posters again, wandering her way around to the fireplace. Bending down, she reached out to touch the grate. “You ever light yours?” she asked, knowing perfectly well he did, for a good sized iron basket held wood, kindling and paper all ready.

  “All the time,” he said. “I love a good fire. Especially on rainy nights.” Going into the kitchen, he took down a couple of plates and put two slices of cheesecake on each. Grabbing a couple of forks, he came back into the living room and handed her one.

  She forked a piece and popped it into her mouth. “I’m dying to light mine.” She gave him a flirty smile and batted her lashes. “I’ve always wanted to make love in front of a roaring fire.”

  Josh slowly swallowed his own bite, searching her eyes to see if she was serious.

  She was.

  “I can light one,” he said, putting his plate down on the mantel.

  She drew in a deep breath. “I’d like that.” She pretended to shiver. “I’m a little cold.”

  He knelt down and claimed the fireplace matches. “In that thin blouse, you haven’t got much cover.”

  Kate inwardly smiled. Good. He’d obviously noticed.

  Moving aside the grate, he touched the flame to the newspaper and kindling. The dry kindling took to the flames immediately. In a moment, the wood was beginning to burn. He put the grate back in place.

  She plopped down beside him. The fire’s warmth passed through the air between them, and the nearness of his body served to make her that much more aware of her own. She’d been working her way toward him with conscious effort, shrinking the space between them until they were too close to be proper for anything but lovers.

  “Cheesecake?” she asked, flashing a wicked grin. She offered him the bite.

  “I’d rather have a kiss,” he said wickedly. He leaned over and touched his mouth to hers. He tasted of cream cheese, blueberries and whipped cream. Delicious.

  She had only a moment to think before his arms were around her, pulling her across his lap. She giggled and fed him a piece of cheesecake, then kissed him again. They shared her piece, taking turns until it was all gone.

  “You like?” She put the empty plate aside and resettled herself in his lap. She wasn’t a bit cold. In fact, she was getting hotter and hotter with each passing second.

  “Mmm, I like.” Josh’s hand brushed the back of her hair. Finding the band that held her braid together, he tugged it off and ran his fingers through her hair, bringing it down around her shoulders. He ran his fingers through the mass, spreading it around her face. Her hair was naturally curly, falling in lovely ringlets around her face. He brushed a stray curl off her cheek.

  “Me, too,” she whispered, breathing hard. She wanted to gather him to her, bury her face in his lush body, lick, touch and taste every inch of him.

  Josh’s hands came up, rubbing her shoulders through her thin blouse, then down across her chest, to her breasts, to her waist. She whimpered softly when he began to knead her breasts, teasing her hard nipples. It just didn’t feel good. It felt spectacular! Her every sense was focused on the waves of pleasurable sensations his touch sent through her. The heat of the fire against her back hardly matched the warmth of sexual need inside her body.

  “Feel good?” he asked, nibbling at her neck, at the soft pulse point at the base of her throat.

  “Yes.” Her pulse was racing. The need to fuck him was beginning to fill her. When he reached under her shirt and stroke
d her breasts, she gasped, “Don’t stop.” His touch sent flashes of heat throughout her body, warmth that settled low in her groin and began to simmer.

  He smiled as if he’d died and gone to heaven. “I don’t want to,” he murmured.

  She tightened her grip on his shoulders. “I’m not asking you to.”

  He swallowed, then swallowed again, hesitating. “You know, I just got divorced…” he started to say.

  “And you’re not searching for anything serious,” she finished.

  He dropped his hands. “Yeah.”

  “Neither am I,” she said, her voice sounding husky. She began to unbutton her blouse, then tossed it aside. “I just want a little good loving now and again.”

  He whistled. “That’s all?”

  Her smile widened. “I’m not looking for my next ex-husband, Josh,” she admitted. “I am looking for a little male company now and again. Interested?”

  “Very.” He made a soft sound, a half gasp, and a half laugh. But he did not pull away and his dark eyes were full of desire. A look of longing crossed his face.

  His hands slid up her hips, over her ass, up her back. Palms against her back, he guided her forward, tongue flicking out to tease her left nipple. Pleasure inundated Kate as she drew in a long breath and gave herself to the sensations. She could feel the ache between her legs, feel herself grow damp as her creamy juices wet her jeans. What he was doing didn’t even begin to satisfy that ache, but they’d work on it. When his mouth covered the nipple and began to suck, she almost exploded. Against her sensitive nipple, his tongue felt like silk, stroking her, sucking gently, then harder. Anticipation ran riot through her veins, her blood pounding a strange rhythm in her temples and groin. She felt a flame of desire shoot down to her clit, making it tingle, tighten. She had to stop herself from reaching down between her legs and rubbing herself. Let him do that.

  She guided his mouth to the other nipple. “Mustn’t forget this one,” she breathed. He was touching her in wonderful ways. It was impossible to think clearly. His hands slid to cup her ass, rubbing her through the right material of her jeans. Damn, but she’d never known how good it felt to be stroked through skintight jeans.

  Smiling, he caught her around the waist and pulled her to him. His mouth found the hard tip, rolling it with his tongue. He swirled his tongue around the pink aureole, gently biting, then rasping away the ache with his lips. He gave each breast equal attention, suckling deeply. She squeezed her eyes tighter, her breathing ragged from the sensual motion of his mouth. Then, he began to draw languid circles around her nipples with his tongue and fingers, never quite touching the sensitive tips.

  Kate tangled her hands in his thick dark hair, enjoying the fresh scent of his skin, the feel of his hair sliding through her fingers. Between her legs, she could feel his erection pressing against her crotch. His cock was throbbing, a thing alive. Regretfully pulling away, she began to unbutton his shirt, sliding it over his shoulders. As expected, his was a lithe, muscular build. She ran her hands over his chest.

  “I wanted to make love to you the minute I saw you,” she admitted.

  “The feeling was very mutual,” he returned, drawing in a breath as she teased his nipples.

  Kate pressed herself closer. Boldly, Josh squeezed the soft mound of flesh, rubbing round circles with his palm. They began to writhe with the motion of lovemaking as she pressed her mound against his throbbing cock. His penis was at full salute, pressing against the confines of his trousers, eager to break free, slide into that hot, needy cunt of hers. She was already dripping in eager anticipation of taking his cock into her.

  She smiled, secretly pleased. She’d conquered him, as easily as a cat lapped up cream. Speaking of cream, there was a particularly sweet cream that she wished he’d lap from between her legs. Her clit was pulsing furiously in anticipation of his tongue fucking her. She felt the unmistakable urgency of sex that radiated from her body. She wanted him to screw her until she wept with pleasure.

  Standing up, she reached for her jeans. Rising to his knees, Josh brushed her hands away.

  “Let me,” he murmured. Unbuttoning her jeans, he drew the zipper down slowly. The hair of her Venus mound peeked out. Since her jeans were so tight, she hadn’t bothered with panties. He tugged them down her hips. She giggled and balanced herself on one leg, kicking off one shoe, then the other. He helped her step out of her pants, leaving standing naked before him.

  “God, Kate.” He ran the palm of his hand over her flat belly, following it with soft nips and kisses. “You’re so beautiful.” He ran his hands over her hips.

  Kate shivered. She wanted him to lick, suck, and taste every inch of her as she hovered in a state of peak sexual arousal. The air around them was sticky, scented from the wood crackling in the hearth and the sizzling heat of their raw desire.

  Josh eased her legs apart. Dipping his head, he leaned forward and slid his tongue into the slit between her legs, teasing her clit. At the same time, he ran his palms up her inner leg. His left hand found the tender slit between her legs, that velvet treasure every woman possessed. Delving past the coarse curls of her Venus mound, he slid his fingers along her clit, stroking. Her pussy seemed to arch toward his fingertips. She was already dripping with the juices of her sex. He ran his fingers along the lips of her labia, searching for her clit. Finding the tender nubbin, he moved his index finger in a stroking motion, beginning a sensual tease. He dipped one finger inside her, swirling it. When he entered her, sucking muscles spasmed around his fingers. Her cunt was so slick, so warm, and so ready.

  She dug her fingers deeply into his shoulders. He was none too gentle, doing as he pleased with his fingers. She met the thrust with increasing fervor, her wild needs increasing the sucking motions deep within her vagina. She could feel her clit throbbing against his fingers, her juices dripping down her legs. She gasped when he lapped his tongue along the tender pink petals of her labia, awakening something in her that had never been touched before.

  She looked down. Josh’s cock was surging, straining with a heat of its own. He stroked his penis with his free hand, pleasing himself even as he licked and finger fucked her with a body jarring intensity. She quivered violently, and then peaked, her vagina pulsing greedily, a carnivorous feline that simply refused to be sated. Her body arched back when the first climax ripped through her, her exposed breasts heaving as she gasped for air. The bead-hard tips of her nipples begged to be stroked, kissed, sucked…

  Trembling with pent up desire, she pressed her legs together, capturing his hand snugly between her thighs. His fingers struggled to delve deeper. She moaned loudly, coarse language spilling over her lips. Her expression was cloudy with passion, alight with the delights his touch unleashed on her.

  He stood up, catching her around the waist, pressing his hips to hers. “You’re so lovely,” he murmured, kissing her long and hard. “So wet—and so slick.”

  “That felt so good.” Wanton fierceness made her voice tremble. She wasn’t aware of the subtle movements that brought their lips together. But Josh was kissing her, giving her a taste of her female musk, and the effect was like fire racing through her body. She willingly pressed into his chest and returning his kiss was a sweet fervor. She didn’t want to stop moving her lips over his, didn’t want to stop teasing the corners of his mouth with the tip of her tongue. The expression in his eyes was naked. She quivered with tension, ached with desire. She could imagine her hands exploring his body, memorizing each contour, enjoying every gasp her touch elicited.

  “Let me please you.” Her voice was so rasping and deep she almost didn’t recognize herself speaking.

  They quickly traded places, Josh standing up where she had stood a moment before. He began to ease her to her knees. Her back stiffened only momentarily, and then she went down, lower, her face level with his crotch. She was face to face with the dreaded one-eyed trouser snake and was loving every minute of it.

  “Suck me, Kate,” he breathed, his voi
ce rough with need. “Rub your hand up and down my cock.”

  Totally turned on by the crude language he used, she nodded, and complied. She watched him unzip his slacks. The flutter in her stomach was not from nerves or wine cooler. It was anticipation.

  With unsteady fingers, he freed his erection; tight, sensitive and definitely stretched to straining. She caressed his cock, inhaling his male scent.

  “Harder,” he breathed, his hand covering hers. “Take me in your mouth, honey. This pleases a man, more than you can know.”

  He gave her no time to think twice about her decision, guiding her mouth to the engorged head of his penis. She allowed him to slide the tip into her mouth. Sucking came naturally to her, and she began to tongue him as eagerly as a calf taking first milk. Her teeth scraped his private flesh, adding to the delight, a bit of pain to feed his deep-seated carnal desires.

  Dipping his head back, Josh moved his hips gently forward, fucking her mouth. He no longer needed to guide her head for she knew all about cock-sucking like an experienced whore; flicking her tongue over the tip, then taking him deeply, until he could feel the back of her throat. She didn’t gag, taking him to the root, pulling away, then plunged down again. One hand she wrapped firmly around the shaft, using her saliva to create a slippery path for her jacking hand. Her free hand cupped his sac, squeezing, tweaking, and fingering his tender balls. She could tell by their tightening that he’d almost reached his limit of self-control. If she were not careful, in a very few moments ecstasy would claim him and he would release a stream of hot creamy semen into her waiting mouth.

  Gritting his teeth, Josh eased himself away from her hungry lips. A fine sheen of perspiration had begun to shine on his skin. He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes.

  “I want to fuck you, now!” he grated.

  Kate rolled over onto her stomach and pointed toward her jeans. “Condom,” she breathed.

  He nodded, and fumbled in the pockets of her pants, pulling out three foil packets. “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” he grinned.