False Pretenses (3 page)
"Come on in,” she said.
Chapter Three
While Dan showered, Emma deposited the unneeded cat food back in the kitchen and removed her hoodie. With a rag, she wiped the dried mud off Jinx. Dan had been so nice, so chivalrous to assist her, and he'd ruined his clothes in the process.
Those clothes were probably in a heap on her floor while Dan stood naked as water sluiced down his chest, his back, his thighs. The soap suds would be...practically nonexistent because she'd forgotten to replace the bar; only a sliver remained. There was a bottle of her body wash in the shower, but men preferred soap, didn't they?
Emma bit her lip. Should she knock on the door and offer to replace the soap, or figure he'd find it in bathroom cabinet on his own? What if he didn't?
"I can't let him shower without soap, can I?” Emma looked to Jinx for answers.
"Meow,” Jinx concurred.
Dan didn't respond to her tentative knock, and she realized he probably couldn't hear over the rushing water.
She beat harder on the door. “Dan?"
"Emma?” he answered this time.
"Do you need soap?” she yelled.
"What?"
"Soap! I think you're out of soap."
"I can't hear you,” he called. “Come in."
Emma gulped and entered the bathroom. Her glasses fogged from the steam and blinded her, but her imagination colored in the details. She shut the door and leaned against it, her heart pounding.
"There's another bar of soap in the cabinet.” Emma pointed in the direction of the linen closet.
"Could you hand it to me so I won't drip all over your floor?"
"Sure.” She tried to sound unmoved, attempted to fool herself into believing the heat infusing her body from the roots of her hair to her toes was the result of the steam and not because a man she couldn't even see aroused her.
She removed her fogged glasses so she could find the soap. Bar in hand, heart in throat, she turned. Nearsightedness fuzzed her vision, but she could tell Dan was peering at her through a spot he'd wiped clear on the misted glass door.
His wide shoulders took up most of the sizable enclosure, and water had darkened his blond hair to light brown. She seemed to have grown all thumbs, making it a struggle to unwrap the soap, but finally she managed to tear off the paper. She flung it in the direction of the wastebasket. She had to leave before she did something stupid, like offer to wash his back. Or his chest. Or his cock. Her pussy let down a surge of wetness.
She inched closer to the shower. “Here you go,” she squeaked.
"Thank you.” He opened the glass door. Steam rolled out, and Emma's knees weakened, along with her resistance. He was gorgeous—broad in shoulder and chest, narrow in hip, and marvelously aroused. His erection jutted out from a thatch of curly dark blond pubic hair and proved that, in his case, a correlation did exist between the size of a man's hands and his cock. Her breath hitched.
Dan conducted his own perusal, lingering on her breasts, making Emma conscious of the way her nipples tented the thin cotton of her T-shirt.
Instead of taking the soap as she'd expected, he closed his hand around her forearm and caressed the underside of her wrist, igniting tingles that radiated through her body. Steam filled the room, but it was desire that caused perspiration to dew on her skin.
"Why don't you join me?” His heated gaze indicated his invitation encompassed more than showering.
Prudence battled with lust, and Emma started to shake. “I—uh... It wouldn't be..."
"It wouldn't be...?” He raised his eyebrows.
"I don't normally do this sort of thing.” She'd
never
done this sort of thing.
"Neither do I,” he said.
She stared at his hand still grasping her wrist. He applied no pressure, but lightly caressed her skin, setting her nerve endings ablaze. Her life had been consumed by work, both by her current job and the career she was trying to build. She was entitled to let loose, to indulge herself once in a while, wasn't she?
"I guess I could wash your back.” She tossed her glasses onto the vanity and toed off her sneakers.
DAN HAULED EMMA into the shower before she could change her mind. She shrieked then laughed as the water soaked through her clothing, plastering her T-shirt against her body, further showcasing her hard nipples. He'd pictured those nipples, her breasts, and her fantastic ass the whole time he'd been in the shower, smelling the scent of her shampoos, body wash, and other feminine perfumey things. He'd envisioned her naked, wet, receptive body sliding against his. He couldn't believe his luck when she knocked.
Dan bent his head and inhaled her breath as his own, sucking in the sweetness of her scent, before grazing her mouth with his. Emma parted her lips, and he slipped his tongue inside to taste her. Honey, spice, and sex filled his senses, and he groaned. She dropped the bar of soap, flattened her palms against his chest, and explored his skin as if she'd been longing to caress him as much as he'd wanted to touch her.
He tugged at the hem of her sodden T-shirt, and Emma pulled back slightly to allow him to pull it over her head. Her full breasts filled her lacy bra, the dusky rose tips nearly popping over the top. Her skin was freckled, and Dan imagined hours of fun playing connect-the-dots with his tongue. He thumbed her nipples, rubbing them through the lace, and they hardened more.
"You're so beautiful,” he said.
"So are you.” Her gaze traveled from his face to his cock and back up again. She curved her lips in a smile of pure seduction and unzipped her jeans.
Her little grin faded into lip-biting frustration when her wet denim fought her efforts to shimmy out of it.
Dan chuckled.
"You could help me,” she groused.
"I was enjoying the dance,” he said but knelt and yanked her jeans to her ankles. She kicked the pants and her T-shirt to a corner of the shower. Like her bra, her tiny sheer white lace thong revealed more than it protected. Beneath the fabric he spied tantalizing trimmed blonde curls. He took advantage of his position to kiss her mons through the lace while he palmed her luscious buttocks.
"Perfect fit,” he growled.
"What did you say?” She stroked his wet hair.
"Your ass fits perfectly in my hands."
"You're an ass man, are you?” Amusement glinted in her eyes.
Dan was attracted to her—all of her—but yes, he was an ass man. How could he not be when her heart-shaped contours were so round, so firm, so smooth? His breath lodged in his throat when she twisted around and jiggled her backside. Her playful taunt made him itch to smack her ass.
Except he had no idea if Emma enjoyed being spanked, and he needed to feel her out first. Nothing derailed a sexual relationship faster than a miscued slap to the butt cheek. He'd learned that the hard way.
Dan pressed a kiss to each of Emma's ass cheeks, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her thong, pulled the scrap down her legs, and flung it on top of the pile of wet clothing. After rising to his feet and unhooking her bra, he curved his hands over her abdomen and hauled her against his hard-on. He exulted in the feel of her nestled against his cock, imagining her butt up over the bed's edge, her springing up on tiptoe to receive his open palm.
He growled and cupped her breasts. Pretty nice too, he thought, as he kneaded her flesh. Damn nice. But what about her wasn't? He rolled a nipple between his fingers, and Emma whimpered and arched, flattening her breasts against his palm and her ass against his cock.
"You like that,” he said.
"Only a lot.” Emma wiggled, instinctively teasing.
He played with her nipples, learning from her whimpers and sighs what she liked, then eased his hand over her smooth stomach to the V of curls and lower. A wetness not caused by the water slickened his fingers. Emma widened her stance, and he circled the nerve center, then dipped inside her pussy.
He finger fucked her, and she mewled. He liked how she expressed her pleasure vocally. When he drew more circles over her engorged clit, she rocked against his hand, the motion bumping her ass against his cock.
She lolled her head on his shoulder. “I thought...I thought you wanted me to wash your back,” she moaned.
"No,
you
wanted to wash my back,” he corrected her. “I wanted to do exactly what I'm doing. But have it your way.” He released her and snatched up the soap.
Emma spun around to face him. Desire flushed her chest pink, and her hard nipples stood at rapt attention. Her eyes appeared huge in her face, and her freckled nose begged for a kiss, as did her parted pink lips. She was half girl next door, half sexpot, which made her all the more alluring.
"Here. Have at it.” He thrust the bar of soap into her hands, grasped her shoulders, and shifted her to stand under the spray while he presented his back.
She smoothed her lathered hands across his shoulders, down his spine, and over his ass. She washed him slowly, thoroughly, scrubbing with gentle circles before pressing her breasts against his back and sliding against his skin. Desire thrummed through him, then rocketed when she reached for his cock. He inhaled. “That's not my back."
"I'm giving you the deluxe wash.” She traced the ridge around his cockhead, then squeezed his shaft, moving her fingers in a sure upward and downward motion, until pleasure pulsed at the base of his cock. He could feel his control slipping from his hands into hers.
He stilled her hands, and she giggled. He scribbled a mental note to spank her one day for her teasing. He'd contrive many spank-worthy infractions.
"Tell me you have condoms,” he growled.
"In the middle drawer."
He kissed her hard and deep, plundering her mouth with pent-up need. “I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere,” he said after breaking off the kiss. He jumped out of the shower and located the box of condoms, taking note of Emma's hairbrush with its wide head, a perfect spanking implement if ever there was one. He pondered what other treasures she might have as he suited up. Then he plunged back into the shower.
He kissed her and then trailed his lips down her body, sucking on each nipple, before dropping to his knees. He heard Emma's breath hitch as he parted her pussy lips and retracted her clitoral hood.
"Sweet.” He blew softly on her flesh.
Emma curled her fingers into his hair and pressed his head toward her sex. He held back, desiring word with the deed. “Tell me what you want."
"Lick me,” she moaned. “Eat my pussy.” Her sultry words shot a red-hot spike of desire through his cock, and with a growl, Dan buried his face between her legs, tonguing her clit, lapping at the juices flowing from her channel as the cooling water from the shower beat upon his back.
Emma hunched over to switch off the tap, then straightened and used her fingers to part her folds and better expose herself to his fluttering tongue. When he sucked on the nub, she jerked under his mouth and pressed herself against him. Curly pubic hair tickled his nose, and he inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her desire.
With Emma spreading herself open, he was free to caress and knead her ass.
"Oh God, Dan, oh God, you're going to make me come,” Emma wailed, and she thrust her pussy into his face. Her mons bumped his nose, and a shaft of pain caused his eyes to water, but he continued to lick and suck, and squeezed her ass harder.
"Now, now!” she cried.
He leaped to his feet and hauled her into his arms, tucking her legs around his hips. He shoved her against the tile wall and thrust into her with a groan of desperate satisfaction. The spray had washed the lubricant from the condom, but Emma provided more than enough wetness to allow him to slide home. She wedged a hand between their bodies to press against her clit.
He encouraged her with a harsh whisper. “Yes, Emma. Stroke your clit. Good girl.” He thrust into her. “So hot.” Another thrust. “So wet."
"Some...some men don't like it if a woman touches herself during sex.” As she rubbed herself, her hand brushed the base of his cock.
The sensation of thrusting inside her and having her fingers graze his hard-on whipped his lust to a greater frenzy. “Those men are idiots."
He gripped her ass and used his strength to move her on his cock. “The next time I want to fuck you from behind."
"So you can look at my butt? You
are
an ass man!"
"I'm a
you
man. I want you.” He sought her mouth and kissed her hard, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his cock. She kissed him back, then tore her mouth away, crying out as her body stiffened, her face scrunching up in an expression of pleasure-pain. The physical sensation of her cunt squeezing his cock in climax coupled with her sounds of pleasure wrenched control from his grasp.
Pressure built and exploded within him, and he came.
Chapter Four
"Too businesslike. Too blah. Too dressy.” Emma rejected garments one by one. She'd extracted all potential date outfits from her closet and piled them on the bed. She paused over a strawberry knit dress with a low scoop neckline and a row of buttons from waist to hem. She eyed it critically before tossing it aside with disgust. “I should have shopped for something new!"
"Wait a minute, what was wrong with the red one?” Melania Traynor asked.
"I don't know.” Emma sank onto the bed in defeat. “It's too something. I can't decide. That's why I asked you over. You pick.” Emma couldn't remember the last time she'd been so nervous, so uncertain about what to wear for a date. She'd been on pins and needles all day—what would she say when she saw Dan again? She couldn't believe she'd had sex with a man she'd just met! Hot, steamy sex. Afterward he'd hugged her, kissed her, and wrapped her snugly in a towel so she wouldn't get cold. He'd been so chivalrous, protective.
"The red one,” Melania announced. “It will look great with your blonde hair, and if I'm not mistaken, it will show off your ass."
Heat crept across Emma's cheekbones. Dan
would
like that. Although he'd paid attention to all parts of her body, that he particularly favored her butt had come across loud and clear. Until she'd met him, she'd never given much thought to that part of her anatomy. But the way he'd fondled it in the shower had bombarded her with foreign desires. She'd fantasized about Dan slapping her ass as he fucked her, and the thought had propelled her into one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced.