One Wild Wedding Night_ No Way Out - Leslie Kelly [16]
“I dug through your suitcase and found them. Brought one with me,” she replied. “Only, I dropped it in the doorway when I overheard part of your conversation.”
She hopped off his lap, jogged over to the bedroom door and bent over to pick up the condom. Stan groaned at the sight. “Woman, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”
The witch didn’t straighten up. She remained right as she was, bent over at the waist, wagging that beautiful ass and that sweet, wet sex at him like a honey pot at a bear. Glancing back toward him, she licked her lips and murmured, “Gee, I can’t find it. I could have sworn it was right here. Maybe you should help.”
Stan didn’t hesitate, knowing exactly what she wanted and more than happy to give it to her. He got up and stepped behind her, dropping his hands onto her hips, squeezing that soft, womanly flesh, rocking against her. His cock slid against her cheeks, and she rode him up and down a little, just to drive him out of his ever-loving mind.
“Oh, look. Found it,” she said with a giggle that was just damn cute.
“Maybe you better keep looking. Might find something else down there.”
She laughed again, straightening a tiny bit, enough to hand him the condom. Once he’d put it on, she pushed back against him, those round cheeks jiggling. Grabbing the door frame with both hands, she arched her back, watching him over her shoulder. “You like what you see?”
He liked what he saw more than anything else in the world. And he knew he was going to like what he’d feel. Sliding into her heat from behind, never loosening his hold on her hips, he groaned at how good it was. Tight and hot, she gripped him inside, sliding back to meet his slow, forward thrusts.
“We definitely didn’t dream about things like this when we were young, did we?” she whispered, sounding dreamy and erotic.
“I don’t think I ever imagined anything this good in my entire life,” he admitted, throwing his head back as he continued to rock. Until finally, the rocking grew wilder, the thrusts grew frantic, and he came inside her with an explosion of pure pleasure.
Chapter 5
They talked long into the night. Stupid stuff. How are your sisters? and What do you do for a living anyway? He seemed to like the idea of her being a Rockette. A lot. He made several comments about her long-enough-to-wrap-around-him-twice legs, eventually begging her to do a private, pantiless kick-line dance.
She did it.
That had led to another wild round of sex at around four o’clock in the morning.
It was now nine and Vanessa was wide-awake, watching the beautiful man sleeping beside her. “I wish I could keep you,” she whispered.
Even as she said it, she knew that was crazy talk. Stan was a superstar with women dogging his every step. Last night had been about…last night. Seeing, as he’d said, how it would be now that they were older.
He didn’t love her. Certainly not, that was ridiculous. He hadn’t really loved her in the old days, either. And while she’d forgiven him for that—for being a typical teenage boy, panicking and giving her the brush-off after that pregnancy scare—she couldn’t help but be hurt by it, even now.
Because she had loved him. Loved him enough that she’d punched him in the face last night, after carrying rejection and sadness and humiliation around in her heart for twelve years, even after she’d had a dozen other lovers and lived a full, rich life.
Which meant only one thing: she could not afford to get any more emotionally involved with Stan Jackson now. Uh-uh. No way.
Her decision made, Vanessa moved quickly and quietly. She had a plane to catch in a few hours, back to New York, back to her life. Time to say goodbye to the old one forever.
If he woke up, he’d stop her. She already knew it. Maybe not forever, but for at least a day, which meant she’d have another day to fall deeper under his spell. Another day to build upon the feelings that had been welling up inside her since she’d seen him enter the bar the night before.
She didn’t make