Eugenia Riley - The Boy Toy

At last the song ended and they moved apart, both slightly dazed. Allison regarded Pete shyly, a bit warily, not really believing the powerful emotions that had just surged between them. She’d known he was sexy, had suspected he’d be a great kisser. She hadn’t expected the intimacy to leave her feeling so shaken, so stripped of all her defenses. That scared her.

The next cut began with more verve and playfulness, yet still Allison remained jolted, her heart pounding in the silvery darkness.

“You okay?” he asked tenderly.

“Sure.” She managed a dry laugh. “You definitely woke me up, cowboy. Actually, it’s been a while since I’ve stopped off to neck with a boyfriend.”

“Am I your boyfriend, Allie?” he inquired softly.

She dared not answer, for at the moment he seemed so much more. They’d started out the evening as strangers, but now she felt as if she’d known him for ages.

He reached across the console to clutch her fingers. A massive groan shook him. “I never thought I’d curse a car with bucket seats. Wanna come straddle me, baby?”

“Here? Are you crazy?” Allison was as aroused as she was scandalized.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Hell, the back seat looks pretty inviting—and dark.”

“Not on your life!” Allison stated the words emphatically, though her voice quivered.

He chuckled. “Well, I can tell I’ve got a bit more taming to do.” He patted her hand, then turned to start the engine. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. You’re gonna need all your energy once I get you home.”

Allison knew the conceited devil deserved another dressing down, but, damn it all, he was too charming and sexy for her own good. She gave herself over to the mood of playful sensuality. She lay back, relaxed, listened to the erotic music, and finally drifted off again…but this time, with drenching dreams of him.

“Nice digs you got here, sugar.”

An hour later, at Allison’s high-rise apartment overlooking Houston’s posh Magic Circle area, Pete stood across from her next to a sheer glass wall, admiring the sea of skyscrapers with their sparkling lights, and flaunting his gorgeous backside to her—the muscled shoulders and back, the tight butt, the long legs. At the bar in her adjacent kitchen, she restrained a moan. Everything about this man oozed virility; he filled a room with his energy. Memories of the incredible kiss they’d shared set her nipples to tingling and warmed her inside her belly.

Though she had dozed off again on the drive home, she was wide-awake now, riveted by the sight of Pete in her space, imagining him in her space. “Thanks,” she managed to say.

“You must rake in the dough with whatever you sell.”

“Pharmaceuticals.”

“Hah!” He wagged a long finger at her. “You bust my chops for being a lowly mechanic, when you’re a drug pusher, sugar.”

“Hey, watch the lip,” she scolded. “And I’m hardly a millionaire. This apartment may be well appointed, but it’s also small.” She gestured at her diminutive but elegant living room with its posh white carpet, matching couches and chic accessories. “Anyway, it’s worth it to me to live only five minutes away from my job—and this was especially true when I didn’t have a car I could depend on.”

His jaw came up in pride. “Now you do.”

“Right,” she acknowledged. “I’ll admit you know your stuff, cowboy. The engine didn’t act up the whole time we were out.”

“Sometimes, it just takes—”

“I know,” she interjected, too quickly. “Lube, snake oil and a little TLC.”

He stepped toward her, lowering his voice a notch. “I was about to say, it takes the right touch to tame a stubborn creature.”

Allison was not about to comment on Pete’s latest, loaded repartee. Turning to flip open the liquor cabinet, she muttered, “Want a nightcap before you go?”

He stepped closer. “Am I going, sugar? Are you as big a tease as I think you are?”

His voice was pure seduction, and Allison almost dropped the bottle of cognac she’d just retrieved. Turning to set it on the bar with unsteady fingers, she met his amused yet sexy gaze. “Let’s leave a little mystery to this, okay, cowboy?”

“Sure.” Appearing satisfied, he nodded toward the bottle. “As to your question, no, ma’am, it’s not hard liquor I’m craving. ’Sides, I don’t want you going all sleepy-eyed on me again.”

“I’m not the least bit tired,” she asserted.

He touched the tip of her nose. “You were snoring on the way home.”

“I was not,” she retorted. “Even if I was, it’s rude of you to point that out.”

“Don’t worry, I barely heard you.” He winked solemnly. “I don’t want you too drowsy, darlin’, but I must admit I wouldn’t mind putting your sharp little tongue to bed for a bit…. Or maybe there’s a better place I’d have you put it.”

Much as the decadent image aroused her, Allison saucily tilted her face. “Watch it, I can still throw you out.”

He uttered a disbelieving laugh. “Oh, you think you can take me, do you?”

“Sure.” With relish she looked him over. “You strike me as a pretty puny type. Think I’m bigger than you.”

“Oh, yeah?” he blustered, thunderclouds now in his eyes. “Then let’s hear it, sister—height and weight.” Before she could protest, he held up a hand, then gestured at her feet. “But first, take off those high-heeled dancing shoes.”

Glancing toward their feet, she harrumphed. “Well, if you aren’t full of it! You’re wearing boots yourself.”

“Okay, then, we’ll do this unshod.” He began pulling off his boots.

“Unshod? You are prehistoric!”

“Are you taking off those slippers or not?”

Allison made a strangled sound, mostly for his benefit. Normally she would never have allowed herself to be goaded this way, but tonight she found she was having too much fun to resist. She stepped out of her pumps and drew herself up to face Pete.

He straightened to face her.

That’s when she groaned. With both of them shoeless, she was definitely shorter than he. Nonetheless she faced him down with bravado.

“Okay, spill it out,” he goaded.

“Five-ten, one thirty-five,” she declared flippantly.

“Hah!” He advanced, confronting her eyeball-to-eyeball. “Six-one, one sixty-five. Still think you’re bigger than me?”

“Sure I do.”

Now he looked her over, thoroughly. “Well, when it comes to curves in the right places, you’ve got me beat, angel. But you’re still a fool if you think you can whip my butt.”

She balled her hands on her hips and faced him down. “In a heartbeat, I can. I work out.”

His superior expression dared her to continue. “And I ride. What do you want to bet that you can take me?”

That taunt proved irresistible. Allison lunged for him, only to find herself gripped by strong hands, hauled effortlessly up into the air, and thrown across a hard male shoulder. With quick strides Pete crossed the room, then she landed neatly beneath him on the soft couch in front of the glass wall. They lay locked body-to-body, sex to aching sex, regarding each other breathlessly.

“A kiss?” he inquired, grinning like the very devil.

Before Allison could respond, Pete kissed her again, brazenly, stabbing his tongue inside her mouth, exciting her beyond reason.

“Damn, you’re strong,” she muttered, kissing him back, boldly biting his underlip.

A fervent sigh rose from him. When his hands tugged at her tank, pulling it up over her head, she couldn’t protest. He stared at her generous, rounded breasts veiled in her white lace demi-bra. “Lady, I’m in heaven.”

Just the heat of his gaze further tightened her aching nipples. Then he leaned close, trailing his tongue over the contours of her bra, scalding her flesh. Allison was going insane. When his tongue and lips teased her breasts, his teeth playfully nipping her flesh, her nipples, through the sexy fabric of her bra, even the lace binding her seemed to sizzle.