Page 18 of Feels Like the First Time

So much for his comfortable lie of just wanting to reconnect with a friend. He wanted to connect with her, all right, but it had nothing to do with old times.

His hands, still under the cape, slid up her waist to the outside of her leather-encased breasts. He wanted to touch her. To see her. To bring all his fantasies to life. Dex had based his fantasy woman on Zoe. SweetCheeks, the kick-ass superheroine of his hit video game. Powerful, with her take-no-crap attitude and sexy body she fought the bad guys and saved his world.

But SweetCheeks had nothing on the woman in his arms, the woman he wanted to spend long, intense hours worshipping.

He couldn’t believe his gamble had paid off. After her friendly-in-a-big-sister-kind-of-way e-mail response, he’d realized that he didn’t want to waste this reunion   with Zoe being friends. So he’d taken a chance with the costume, figuring he’d feel her out first, then when she was hooked, he’d show her who he was.

Of course, that was before he’d felt her up instead. Now he felt like a jerk.

“I can’t.”

Huh? Had she read his thoughts? Dex frowned, his brow furrowed. “Can’t?”

Oh, yeah. His room.

Yes, she could. Her body said she could. It was still pressed tightly against his, her legs cradling his thigh between them. Sure, there was a mile of fluffy skirt there, too. But he had a great imagination. He was picturing that gone.

Her hands still clutched his shoulders, fingers rubbing soft circles over the fabric of his shirt.

But her mouth said no. Dex sucked in a deep, painful breath and released his hold on her. Before he could step away, she angled her head. He recognized it as her challenge tilt.

“What?”

“I said can’t. Yet. Not that I don’t want to.”

Dex’s ego, and his dick, swelled.

“I have something I have to do before I can take off. But if you want to help me, I can get away faster. Then we can go somewhere. Get to know each other, hang out. You know, lose the mask and chitchat.”

In other words, no free pass to sex, but they could spend some time together and see what came up. A grin splitting his face, Dex gave an eager nod. His hands immediately returned to her waist. He’d get her in a private room, show her who he was, then convince her to let him worship her body with his tongue.

“Anything,” he agreed. “You name it.”

“I have to find this guy,” she said quietly.

“Sugar, I’m all guy,” he teased. “Want proof?”

Her smile turned wicked. Pleasure shone in her bottle-green eyes as she stepped a little closer. She didn’t rub against his straining erection. She didn’t grab or fondle him. She just stood close enough so the heat of her body sent his reeling with desire. Obviously the queen of timing, she waited one heartbeat, then two. Then she raised a brow and, taking a deep breath so the leather tips of her bra brushed his chest, she smiled.

“Oh, I can tell that you’re all man. I’d love to explore that fact in slow, careful detail.”

Heat filled his body, slow, languid and intoxicating. Dex gave in to temptation and, hands on her leather-covered hips, he pulled her closer. Not as close as he wanted, but enough that he could feel the heat of her body against his.

“Who’s the guy?” he asked, curious.

“I don’t know his real name,” she said softly, her fingers trailing up his chest, then back down to his belly. As if she wasn’t paying much attention to what she was saying, she watched her fingernail swirl out a design on his belly. Dex stiffened his abs and gave thanks for his gym membership.

“You want some guy whose name you don’t know?” he asked, starting to get a little jealous. Even wrapped in his arms, she still wasn’t completely focused on him.

She laughed, a sound filled with wicked joy.

“No, no,” she said as she hooked her index finger behind his belt buckle. Dex’s eyes almost crossed. His dick went rock-hard in a heartbeat. “I know his name, I just don’t know…what he looks like.”

“Wander the halls yelling his name tomorrow,” he suggested, barely hearing their words. All his energy, his entire focus, was on her finger and its proximity to his aching hard-on.

“I can’t,” she murmured, arching her back as he swirled designs on her warm flesh with his fingertips. “He’s the reason I’m here.”

Pulling his brain out of his pants, Dex tried to follow what she was saying.

“Sounds interesting,” he said, then couldn’t resist teasing, “Apparently you have a thing for mystery guys?”

She tilted her head to the side, giving him a long, amused look.

“I’m pretty sure I know who you are,” she said with a husky laugh as she linked her fingers behind his neck.

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