He told the driver his address, then leaned back, drawing in a deep breath. Stella scooted next to him and pushed his hair out of his eyes.
“You worked hard for that win tonight,” she said.
“Yeah. It was a tough game.”
She reached over and laid her hand on his thigh, giving it a squeeze. “It was an exciting game. I was on my feet practically the entire time.”
“Thanks.”
“Now you just need a nice, relaxing night.”
He looked over at her. God, she was a beautiful woman, with her short blonde hair framing her face, and those mesmerizing blue eyes that never failed to draw him in. “Is that right?”
“Indeed.”
“I suppose you have a way to relax me.”
Her lips curved, sensual promise glittering in her eyes like a sparkling sapphire. “You know it.”
He leaned over and cupped her neck, holding her there so he could brush his lips over hers. She tasted of peppermint, her lips soft and yielding. He inhaled her scent and pulled her closer, wishing they weren’t in the back of a car so he could slide his hand under her jacket and touch her. But, dammit, he couldn’t, so he settled on just a kiss.
Just a kiss wasn’t enough, especially when she leaned into him, making that sound in the back of her throat that always drove him crazy.
He pulled back, using his thumb to brush across her bottom lip. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” she whispered, her eyes a little glassy.
“Moaning.”
“I was not moaning.”
“Yes, you were.”
She drew back and pulled lip gloss from her purse, then a mirror. He liked watching her put her lipstick on. She had a great mouth and could do amazing things with it.
“I think that was your imagination. It was probably my stomach grumbling.” She looked up at him. “I mentioned being hungry, right?”
“Because you don’t eat enough.”
She laughed. “I eat all the time. And burn it all off dancing. Which is why I’m hungry right now.”
He shook his head. He loved that she was a dancer. She had strong muscles, just like him, only hers were a lot prettier. He moved his hand down her leg. Firm. Sexy. Tight. Just like all of her. But she was soft, too, in all the right places.
Unfortunately, that asshole she worked for was obviously a slave driver, demanding all his dancers starve themselves. When they’d met last year around this time, Stella had been curvier. Now, he was worried about her. She’d lost weight for this part. He wasn’t sure he liked that.
Not that it was any of his business, since he had no rights to her. But still, he didn’t like it.
He’d like to beat the shit out of her choreographer, and then feed Stella about four pizzas, her favorite food.
“Maybe we should stop for something to eat.”
She climbed onto his lap. “Oh, we’re going to eat, all right. I will, then you will, then we both will. After that, there’ll be some other fun play.”
He growled, squeezing her thighs. The woman did things to him no woman ever did. And he liked to do things right back to her, to elicit the responses that drove him crazy.
The one thing he’d had with Stella right from the first night they’d met was an easy slide into their sexual relationship. There was no performance between them at the beginning, no awkwardness, no sense of needing to show off sexual prowess, like he’d often had to do when he was with a woman at the beginning. With Stella, things had clicked between them right away. It was as if they’d known each other before, even though they hadn’t.
He’d felt at ease with her, an immediate tumble of passion and a sense of rightness he’d never felt before. Maybe that’s why he still wanted to be with her. She hit all his hot buttons, turned him on every time he was with her, but there was no sense of needing to prove who he was with her. With Stella, everything felt natural, like this was the woman he was supposed to be with.
Which didn’t make any goddamn sense, but there it was.
Ignoring the driver, who probably usually saw way more in the back of his car than what Trick planned to do with Stella, he lifted into her and let out a soft groan. “You’re making me hard.”
She laid her hands on his shoulders and rocked against him. “That’s the idea, right?”
Trick shot a glare at the driver, who was paying way more attention to his rearview mirror than he was to the road in front of him.
“Eyes in front, buddy,” Trick said.
“Yes, sir,” the driver said, but Trick caught the knowing smile on the driver’s face.
Fortunately, the drive to Trick’s place wasn’t long. Good thing, too, because his dick was hard, and he couldn’t wait much longer for Stella. They had some catching up to do.
“You’re going to have to get off of me before we get to my place,” he finally said. “Or I’m going to be walking to the door with a hard-on.”
She laughed and slid to his side. “You need a long coat.”
“I guess I do.”
In a few minutes, they were at his building and he’d kept his hands to himself long enough to get his erection under control. He took care of paying the driver while Stella walked up the steps to the front door. He turned, watching her, wishing the tail of her coat didn’t cover her very fine ass.
He liked the way she walked, liked the grace, the softness in her step. When she turned and slid a smoldering smile down at him, he shot one back at her.
Yeah, something was still there. It was as if no time had passed at all since the last time he’d seen her.
He walked up the steps and stopped in front of her.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” she said.
She curved her hand around the nape of his neck and brought her lips to his for a blistering-hot kiss right on his front doorstep. People walked past to get inside, and this being New York, no one said anything. But he wanted to get her inside, needed to get his hands on her skin.
He pulled back and entered his code, then took her hand and led her to the elevator. When they stepped in, it was just the two of them. He pushed the button for his floor, and as soon as the door closed, he drew her against him. She came willingly, aligning her body with his to continue what they’d started outside.
It was always like this with Stella. From that first night they’d met at McGill’s bar, when she’d asked him to take her home, it had been like sudden lightning between them. A hot passion that had ignited fast and hadn’t burned itself out yet.