For someone so big she expected him to be rough. He surprised her with a gentle pull of her nipple between his lips, drawing it inside to glide his tongue over the bud. A slow warmth began to build as he sucked and licked one nipple, then the other, drawing out the anticipation as he rode his c**k between her legs, not entering her yet, making her wait for it.
“Please,” she whispered, pulling his head up. “Please.”
He pressed his lips to hers, a soft brush of mouth against mouth. So tender and just what she needed. She reached up and caressed his face as he settled between her legs and slid his c**k inside her.
She gasped at his entry. It was everything she’d expected and wanted. He fit her perfectly and knew just what to do to give her the kind of pleasure she craved. He slipped one hand underneath her and tilted her up, drawing them closer, taking her mouth in a hard, deep kiss, obliterating the gentleness of a few moments ago. But gentle wasn’t what she needed now. Now she wanted passion, and oh, did he give it to her. She wrapped her legs around his h*ps and dug her heels into him, bringing him deeper inside her.
Mick met her gaze and gripped her butt, thrusting deep.
“Yes,” she whispered as he rolled his h*ps over her, rocking against her clit. His hands added warmth and sensual pleasure as they glided over her body, stroking her sides, her breasts, tunneling into her hair to capture her and hold her steady while he kissed her, his mouth and tongue taking hers in a frenzy of passion and need that made her senseless.
She swept her hands over his back, memorizing the feel of his muscles as they moved, the steel of them working within the confines of his flesh, the heat and sweat of his skin as he powered against her.
She couldn’t recall making love with a man this ... intimately before, feeling this connection. She brushed it aside, figuring she was out of practice. It was just sex, and it had been a while, so for her, this was monumental. To him, it was likely just good f**king.
But the way he held her, caressed her, and kissed her, the way he lifted and then thrust, slow and easy, taking his time, seemingly in no hurry to race to the finish line, made her heart do flip-flops even as her body sizzled with the kind of pleasure a woman knew didn’t come around very often. She let herself be seduced by the magic of this moment, by the way he ground against her and took her up again. She let herself feel every quake and tremor as her body reawakened to the pleasure of lovemaking.
Tension filled her, coiling around her middle as Mick licked her ni**les while he continued to move inside her. The sensation rocketed to her pussy, bringing her ever closer to orgasm.
“Harder,” she asked, and he complied, grabbing her knee and bending her leg, his gaze focused on hers as he thrust deeper, then rolled his pelvis against hers.
She gasped. “That’s going to make me come, Mick.”
“Oh yeah. Squeeze me with your pussy. Come for me.”
He reached between them, holding his h*ps off hers so he could rub her cl*twhile he f**ked her, keeping his gaze trained on her face.
“Let me see it,” he said, using his thumb to find the most tortured part of her, sweeping gently against the nub while continuing to rock inside her.
She trained her gaze on him as she let go, as her cl**ax hit, the intensity of the physical pleasure combining with the emotional contact of him watching her, at the way his face contorted as he came with her, making her spiral out of control with a riot of emotions and sensations.
And then he kissed her, and she held tight to him as she continued to come, rolling over the edge again because he continued to move inside her, refusing to let go.
She didn’t want him to let go. Not until they were both spent, and Mick rolled off and left her only for a moment. Then he was back, pulling her against him and dragging the covers over them both.
Tara felt so small wrapped up in his embrace. Small and cherished as he kissed the back of her neck, held her tight and played with her breast in a lazy way that made her hot and made her smile at the same time.
“I guess I won’t be sleeping much tonight, will I?”
“Sleep’s overrated. You can sleep later.” He nipped at the back of her neck, and she shivered from the chills that skittered along her nerve endings. She turned to him, pushing him onto his back so she could climb on top of him. She felt his c**k hardening underneath her.
“You’re right. I’ll sleep later.” She bent and kissed him.
THREE
MICK ROLLED OVER, CURSING THE BRIGHT SUNLIGHT that poured into his room. He dragged the covers over his head, but the pounding wouldn’t stop.
It couldn’t be a hangover. He knew better. He cracked one eye open and listened.
Someone was at the door.
Oh, yeah. Hotel room. He threw the covers off, expecting to find Tara in bed with him.
But she wasn’t. As he rounded the corner to the bathroom, he noticed she wasn’t there either.
“Housekeeping.” The pounding intensified.
“I’m not dressed. Come back later.”
“Checkout was an hour ago, sir,” the person outside the door said with an obvious sigh of frustration that Mick had no trouble understanding.
Mick dragged his fingers through his hair. “Oh. Sorry. I’ll be out shortly.”
He went to the bathroom and took a fast shower, then packed up his things, trying not to think about the woman he’d shared a bed with last night. He wasn’t one to worry about women he slept with, since he was usually the one to get them out of his room before he went to sleep. The last thing he wanted was to face the morning after and the possibility that a woman would want a next day with him. He didn’t do next days or next dates or next anythings with women.
But with Tara, it had been different. He was disappointed as hell to find her gone when he woke up.
Where the hell was she? The last thing he remembered was passing out with her curled up next to him. It had to have been near dawn when they finally fell asleep, because he remembered them laughing about the sky outside lightening by the time they’d finally gotten their fill of each other.
Not that he had been even close to getting his fill. Exhaustion had finally set in, but Mick hadn’t come close to getting enough of Tara.
He wanted a next day with her. And he had no idea how to reach her, didn’t get her number. But he knew how to find out.
After he checked out and climbed into his car, he pulled out his phone and dialed Elizabeth’s number. If anyone could find someone, it was his agent.
“Shouldn’t you be working out with your trainer or in bed with some hot woman? And if you are in bed with some hot model or actress, let me know when and where so I can send a photographer to get a pic, ’kay?”
He laughed. “No. I need you to find a woman for me.”
“I’m appalled you think of me as your pimp, Mick. It’s sort of true, but I’m appalled. Who is she?”
“Tara Lincoln. She was the event organizer for last night’s team party.”
“Why do you want to find her?”
“None of your business. Just get me her info.”
“Planning a little soiree of your own?”
Mick snickered. “Yeah, you know me. Just a wild party guy.”
“Please. If you were, my job would be a lot easier. I’ll get her info and get back to you.”
Mick clicked off and headed home to his condo in the East Bay. He pulled into the garage, closed the door, and grabbed his overnight bag. His cell vibrated before he got to the kitchen.
“That was fast,” he said, grabbing for the orange juice and hitting the speaker on his cell.
He knew Liz was grinning. “I’m just that good, Mick. Tara Lincoln, owner of The Right Touch. The business is located in Concord. Grab a pen and I’ll give you her phone number and address. This is her business address and office phone number. If you want her personal info, it might take me all of an hour.”
“You scare me, Liz.” He grabbed a pen and the pad of paper on the kitchen counter. “The business information is good enough. I don’t need you digging up her ancestry.”
“I might if you’re thinking of dating this woman. I’d need to know more about her.”
“Not even my mother knows as much about the women I date as you do.”
“Your mother isn’t as invested in your career as I am. One misstep and you’re fucked.”
“And all that money you make off me goes down the tubes.”
“I’m crushed, Mick. You know how much I adore you.”
Mick shook his head and smiled. Where would he be without Elizabeth Darnell in his life? A hot redhead who looked more like one of those fashion models he dated, no one looking at her would think she was a sports agent with the killer instinct of a hungry shark. She was the main reason he and his brother were multimillionaires. “Yeah, yeah. I’m touched by your sincerity. Just give me what you’ve got.”
After he hung up with Liz, he changed and took a run in the park first, needing to clear his head and draw some oxygen into his lungs. It was mid-June and warm in the East Bay, especially since he’d gotten a late start. He was usually up at dawn and running early. Now it was afternoon, and the sun beat down on him as he rounded the turn on the jogging trail, ignoring the sweat that streamed down his back, concentrating only on his breathing and his time.
Thirty years old was getting up there in years for an NFL athlete. But he was far from being done with this sport he loved. He was in great shape physically, and he intended to stay that way. He was nowhere near ready to retire yet.
After five miles he took it down to a walk and headed back to his condo. An hour later he’d showered and was in his car again, this time heading into Concord to the address of Tara’s business. It was Saturday, so chances were she might not even be there. They might not be open. Then again, he could get a feel for her place, if nothing else.
Yeah, and you have no idea what the f**k you’re doing. You could have just called, moron.
He didn’t chase after women, ever. It wasn’t ego talking, it was just that Liz threw women at him all the time. And the ones Liz didn’t toss his way came to him on their own. He usually had to fend them off, so he’d never had to go after any. This was new territory for him.
He found the center where her business was located, parked, and went to the big window where THE RIGHT TOUCH was etched in white scrolled letters. There were lights on and a few people inside. He didn’t see Tara right away, so he stepped through the door.
Definitely a woman’s kind of place. Lots of fabric and paper thingies spread on tables and tacked to the walls. Some looked like invitations. And there were champagne glasses and giant books loaded with ... stuff.
“May I help you?”
He turned and smiled down at a petite redhead with tortoise-shell glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. “I’m looking for Tara.”
The redhead’s eyes widened and she took a step back, obviously recognizing him. “Oh. Sure. She’s in the back. I’ll get her for you.”
The redhead walked away, and Mick decided to wander around Tara’s place, though with all the breakable gizmos in here and as big as he was, the “bull in a china shop” saying definitely applied. Maybe he should just stay put.
“Mick.”
He turned and smiled at Tara. “Hey.”
She wore a skinny black skirt that went to her knees and a yellow sleeveless blouse that looked feminine and silky, and he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her. But she wasn’t smiling and didn’t look happy to see him.
“What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“My agent found you. You left without waking me this morning.”
Tara looked around the shop, and it was then that Mick saw three women staring at them and whispering to each other. He heard his name mentioned.
He loved female football fans. He dazzled them with a big smile. “Hi, ladies.”
Tara dragged him by the arm. “Come into my office.”
He followed her, winking at the three women who gaped at him as he walked by.
Tara’s office was a tiny little room in the back of her shop. He felt like a giant standing in this small space.
Her desk was clean and tidy, with a laptop in the center and neat piles on each end.
She shut the door and went around to the desk, clearly using the furniture as a defense. “Why are you here?”
He arched a brow. “Isn’t it obvious? I wanted to see you again.”
“Oh.” Her lips lifted for a second, then she frowned. “That’s not a good idea.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Why isn’t it a good idea?”
“Um, you and me ... well, let’s just say I’m very busy with my career.”
“So the sex was bad?”
Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, no. It was wonderful.” She came around her desk and laid her hand on his arm. “Mick, I had a great time last night. Surely you know that.”
“I had a great time, too. I want to see you again.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Then it hit him. “Oh, shit. You’re married.” He did not do married women. Ever.
“No! Of course I’m not married. What kind of woman do you think I am?”
“I have no idea. That’s what I want to find out. Let’s go to dinner tonight.”
“I can’t. Please, let’s just leave it at one great night together.”
“So you had fun last night.”
“Yes.”
“With me. You enjoyed being with me.”
“I did.”
“But you don’t want to see me again. Ever.”