Nights With Him(32)
“Through sex?”
“Yes. We can both be therapists,” he said with a sexy glint in his eyes, and she laughed. “I’ll give you the best kind of therapy there is. I’m very good at sex therapy,” he added, his eyes looking so eager. So boyish for a moment. So young, like a kid at Christmas.
“I hardly even know you, though.”
“What do you want to know? I’m thirty-four. I grew up in Colorado. My father taught at the Air Force Academy. I played baseball in high school, studied business in college at the University of Colorado, served in the army for six years, most of it in Europe. I speak German and French. I run a business. I play basketball for exercise with my friend Nate. I live on Fifth Avenue. I like classical music. I’d like to fuck you to Ravel.”
She reined in the naughty grin that threatened to bloom across her face from the final statement. She could practically hear the rising crescendo of Ravel’s “Bolero,” the way the piece was sex in musical form. But now was not the time for picturing more orgasms from him.
“And you?” he asked.
“Thirty. Grew up in Westchester. My parents were in the arts—mom was a choreographer, dad a theater professor. They died in a car accident when I was seventeen.”
“I’m so sorry,” he said, tilting his head, his eyes on her, filled with compassion.
“It’s okay. I mean, it wasn’t okay. But it’s okay now. My brother delayed college for a year to watch out for me when they were gone. Then we went to school together at Yale. I live off Park Avenue in Murray Hill. I’ve never done any sports. I like to go shoe shopping with my friend Sutton. I love wine and scotch and theater.”
“And fucking to Ravel?” he asked in his deep, sexy tone, returning to his seductive side. The side that thrilled her.
“That’s not fair. Now you’re playing below the belt.”
“That’s where I’d like to be playing. So are we good then?” he asked, reaching for her hand, sliding his fingers through hers, as if he knew that contact would help win a yes.
“Jack,” she said, with a sigh.
“Why not?” he asked in the barest of whispers, then bent his head to her neck. “You’re beautiful, and captivating, and I loved every second of being inside you last night. The only thing better than fucking you was tasting you on my tongue this afternoon.”
If he was going to play dirty like that she was going to lose. Because with those words, a heat wave rolled through her body, and she was aching for his touch again.
“Let me have more of you,” he continued. “Let me have you for a month. Give me your body. I’ll give you mine.”
“I don’t know,” she said, but she could feel her resistance breaking down with his lips on her neck, buzzing a path to her ear. She lingered in the moment, considering. Was his plan so crazy?
“I haven’t been with anyone since Aubrey, and last night with you blew my mind. I could sit here and try to break it down, and try to analyze it and understand it, but I’m not a shrink. I’m only a man who wants a woman. I want you. Badly. Let me have you; let me give you the exquisite pleasure you deserve.”
She burned inside for him. Flames licked her body from head to toe, turning her into an inferno of desire. She’d come to dinner wanting only one more night; and now he was asking for thirty nights with him.
Thirty nights of pleasure. Thirty nights of bliss. Thirty nights of being wanted in ways she hadn’t ever been wanted.
She didn’t know how she could say no. She was about to say yes when he spoke again.
“Let me give you a taste of what I can do to you. If I don’t give you the best orgasm of your life within the next hour, I won’t ask again.”
She tossed her napkin on the table. She was dying to know how he planned to top this afternoon.
“Check, please.”
CHAPTER FIVE
After Hours
She expected they’d catch a cab to his place, that he’d own some swank high-rise apartment overlooking the park. But that’s not where he took her. They were in the elevator at the Met Life Tower, shooting up nearly fifty flights. He had a friend who owned the company that was converting the landmark skyscraper into a new hotel. The friend had called security, and security had waved them in.
Overlooking Madison Square Park, the building was eerie and shadowy at night, shrouded in secrets of the city after hours. She was about to become part of that after hours New York. When they reached the top floor, the elevator doors whooshed open.
Jack rested his hand on her lower back as they walked through the hall. The sizzling warmth from his palm spread through her body. Even the simplest touch from him melted her.