Authors: Maureen Smith
As she was about to push the button to summon
the elevator, a deep, unmistakably familiar voice asked, “Need some help?”
Rebecca whirled around.
And was stunned to find herself staring into
the darkly handsome face of Vince Gray.
At the sight of Rebecca, those piercing onyx eyes
that had filled her every waking thought since Halloween night widened slightly
in recognition.
Her heart thumped.
Oh,
God
, she thought in a moment
of sheer panic.
He recognizes me. How can
that be? And why did he have to catch me at my worst, wearing no makeup and a
sweaty old T-shirt?
She tried to school her features into an
impassive mask, hoping that if she played dumb, he might actually think she was
someone else.
“No, thanks,” she said politely, responding
to his question. “I’m fine. But thanks for asking.”
“No problem,” he murmured, his expression
giving nothing away.
She felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe he didn’t
recognize her after all. Just because
he
had an unforgettable face didn’t mean the whole world did.
“Moving in?” he asked.
She nodded wordlessly, realizing that the
less she said, the less the likelihood of him recognizing her voice.
Balancing the box on one hip, she turned away
from him to push the elevator button, expecting the doors to open right away
since she was the only one who’d used the service elevator that day. It should
have been waiting right there for her on the lobby level.
But it wasn’t.
She stabbed the button again, more
impatiently this time. Where was the damn thing?
“Why don’t you use the other one?” Vince
suggested, standing close enough to make her pulse accelerate. “It’d probably
be much faster.”
“It’s all right,” Rebecca muttered, keeping
her profile to him. “I’ve been using this all day. It’s my last run, anyway.”
To her surprise, Vince reached out, taking
her chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently turning her face toward
his. A hint of a smile played about the corners of his mouth as he gazed down
at her.
“How long are you going to pretend we’ve
never met, Rebecca?” he asked huskily.
Her knees went weak, and she let out a
resigned breath before admitting sheepishly, “I was hoping you wouldn’t
recognize me.”
“Not recognize you?” Shaking his head slowly,
Vince brushed the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, making her shiver.
“In a million years, I could never forget this incredible mouth.”
Just like that, cream thickened between Rebecca’s
thighs.
Vince’s eyes roamed across her face, as if he
were trying to commit her features to memory.
Feeling self-conscious, Rebecca smoothed a
hand over her makeshift ponytail and moistened her lips. She shouldn’t look too
bad, she reassured herself. Rasheed and Chris had done all the hard work while
she’d mostly supervised.
“You’re even more beautiful than I thought,” Vince
said softly, devouring her with those bedroom eyes.
Oh,
God.
Rebecca set the box down on the floor and sat
on it before her knees gave out. This was too much.
He
was too much, looking hotter than any man had a right to in a
black turtleneck that molded broad shoulders and a wide, muscular chest.
Low-rise blue jeans clung to the corded muscles of his thighs, and he wore a
pair of black boots that looked enormous.
You
know what they say about men with big feet….
Rebecca swallowed hard and drew her gaze back
up to Vince’s face. It was a long journey, he was so tall.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. “Do you
live in this building?”
He shook his head. “Just visiting someone.”
“Oh?” An image of him clasped between some
lucky woman’s legs flashed through Rebecca’s mind, and without realizing it she
frowned. It was only after six p.m. Too early for a booty call.
Wasn’t
it?
She’d been out of the game too long.
“Did you have a good time with your friend?”
she asked casually.
His mouth twitched at her not-so-subtle
attempt to learn the sex of the person he was visiting. “Not yet,” he drawled.
“I just arrived.”
“Oh. Well, don’t let me keep you, then.”
He flashed a slow, lazy grin. “Believe me, Rebecca,
I don’t mind being kept.”
She found herself smiling up at him. He was a
shameless flirt, but he was so damn sexy and irresistible, she couldn’t help
herself.
So that she wouldn’t have to keep stretching
her neck to look up at him, he dropped to his haunches beside her. “You should
do that more often,” he told her.
“Do what?” Rebecca asked, trying not to stare
at the way his jeans molded his powerful thighs. But
anywhere
her gaze landed was dangerous territory. From his
mesmerizing dark eyes to his full, sensual lips, Vince Gray was a minefield of virile
maleness.
“Smile,” he answered. “You should smile more
often. It takes my breath away.”
Ignoring the way her belly quivered, Rebecca
gave him a look of mock severity. “Do you talk this way to every strange female
you encounter, Mr. Gray?”
“Depends.”
Her brow arched. “On what?”
“Your definition of strange.”
Rebecca laughed. He was sexy, charming
and
funny—a lethal combination.
Be
still, my heart.
“You ought to be illegal, Mr. Gray.”
“Said the pot to the kettle.” There he went
again, eating her up with those eyes of his. “And whatever happened to being on
a first-name basis?”
“We hardly know each other.”
“That can easily be rectified,” he said, low
and deep.
Their gazes locked.
Suddenly, all Rebecca could think about was
the lap dance she’d given him in her erotic fantasy, and the things he’d done
to her afterward. Her blood heated at the tantalizing memory, and her body
thrummed with a fresh wave of desire.
Nothing had changed. She wanted him just
as much now as she’d wanted him then. If not more.
Without warning, the missing service elevator
arrived on the lobby floor with a rusty chime. As the metal doors clanged open,
Rebecca rose to her feet.
Vince followed more slowly, never taking his eyes
off hers.
“I don’t work until Tuesday,” she heard
herself telling him.
His eyes darkened. “I can’t wait that long to
see you again.”
Rebecca’s mouth went dry.
As she bent to pick up the box, Vince beat
her to it, lifting it easily into his arms and stepping into the waiting
elevator. Rebecca didn’t ask any questions, just followed him inside and pushed
the ninth-floor button.
As the ancient elevator began its sluggish
ascent, they stared at each other from opposite corners of the freight-capacity
cab. Keeping Rebecca trapped in the smoldering heat of his gaze, Vince lowered
the box to the floor.
Rebecca watched, with a heightened sense of
anticipation, as he came toward her slowly. Without a word, he cupped her face
between his large hands and slanted his mouth over hers. She responded at once,
curving her arms around his neck and kissing him back as if her very life
depended on it.
With a muffled groan, Vince matched the
feverish urgency of her kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth, then retreating
in a blatantly carnal rhythm that made her nipples harden against his chest.
Tearing his mouth from hers, Vince reached
over and hit the emergency-stop button, and the elevator came to a shuddering
halt. Since the building manager had disabled the alarm while Rebecca was
moving in, it didn’t go off.
Without missing a beat, Vince cupped her ass
and lifted her from the floor. Rebecca wrapped her legs tightly around his
waist as he pinned her back against the wall. She could feel the engorged
length of his cock pressed against her, and it was unbearably arousing. She was
on fire, beyond the point of no return. All she wanted was to have him buried
deep inside her, consequences be damned.
She didn’t utter a word of protest as he
tugged off her T-shirt and tossed it aside. As she watched, chest heaving, he
lowered his head and brushed his mouth over the plump mound of her breasts.
She gasped, her back arching sharply.
Vince unclasped the front hook of her lace bra,
groaning softly as her tits sprang free. Meeting her heavy-lidded gaze, he
growled, “I knew you’d be beautiful.”
Rebecca trembled as his palm covered one
breast while his warm, silky mouth enveloped the other. He licked her left
nipple, circling the tight point with his tongue before catching it between his
lips and suckling. At the same time, his right hand tweaked and tugged at her
other nipple until she cried out from the double onslaught of pleasure. She’d
never known that her breasts could be so sensitive, or that her body could burn
with this kind of mindless, uncontrolled lust.
She gripped the back of his head and urged
his lips back to hers for a hot, openmouthed kiss that left them both panting
hard.
As Rebecca unhooked her legs from his waist,
he lowered her to the floor and stepped back. His hooded eyes followed her as
she knelt before him, unzipped his jeans and reached inside his boxers with a
boldness she didn’t think to question.
Vince groaned as her fingers closed around
his dick and gently squeezed. The feel of him in her hand made her grow wetter
than she already was. He was the living embodiment of her fantasies.
She rubbed her thumb over the swollen tip,
drawing a pearly bead of precum before she slid her hand up and down his
engorged length. He groaned, grasping the back of her head.
Watching his face, Rebecca took his cock deep
inside her mouth.
“
Fuck!
”
Vince swore gutturally.
His fingers bit into Rebecca’s scalp as she
deep-throated him in a way she hadn’t done to a man in years. Vince was big,
even bigger than she’d first imagined, and his skin was hot and marble-smooth
in her mouth. She sucked him hard and hungrily, using her hand to squeeze his
balls at the same time. He threw back his head and moaned with pleasure,
rocking his hips as he thrust back and forth into her mouth.
She wanted him to come inside her, could
already anticipate his salty-sweet taste. But suddenly he pulled out of her
mouth. With his cock glistening from her saliva, he tugged her to her feet and
pushed her against the wall. Then, crouching down, he removed her shorts and
slid her lace panties down her legs, watching her face as he did so.
Rebecca expected to feel shy and vulnerable
as she stood naked before him, but instead she found herself deliciously
aroused—breasts jutting forward, nipples erect, pussy throbbing.
Vince devoured her with his eyes and then
with his mouth as he trailed a searing path from her navel to the neat triangle
of curls at the juncture of her thighs.
At the first touch of his tongue on her clit,
Rebecca cried out sharply and flung back her head, need pounding furiously
through her. Her legs parted of their own accord, giving him greater access to
her pulsing core.
She clung to his broad shoulders as his hot,
wet tongue plunged deep inside her pussy. Her moans of ecstasy bounced off the
insulated walls as Vince’s tongue glided over her labia, back and forth, in and
out of her, until her body began to quake in the grip of an intense
orgasm.
As her knees buckled beneath her, Vince swept
her into his arms and backed her against the wall, crushing his mouth to hers.
She tasted herself on his lips, and the raw carnality of it drove her crazy.
Breaking the kiss after several moments, Vince
reached inside his jeans pocket and withdrew a condom from his wallet. He
sheathed himself so quickly and effortlessly that Rebecca knew he’d had plenty
of practice. But she didn’t care. She wanted him inside her, and she couldn’t
wait much longer.
Vince lifted her from the floor and drew her
legs around his waist, then drove into her with one deep, penetrating thrust
that made her cry out hoarsely. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threw
back her head as he thrust again, burying himself to the root.
With a groan that sounded as if it were
ripped from his throat, he began to pump in and out of her, hard and fast,
until their breathless moans filled the air.
Grasping Rebecca’s butt cheeks, Vince stepped
away from the wall and held her high in the air as he relentlessly pounded into
her. Arching against him, Rebecca pushed her aching breasts out to meet his
face. He drew a taut nipple into his mouth, and with each greedy suckle he
drove her closer to the edge.