Kiss and Tell Page 7

  When the clerk asked what he wanted, Seth replied, “Nothing, thank you,” then paid for Willow’s refreshments.

  She waited until they were seated near the back of the theater before she asked him about it. “Why didn’t you get anything?”

  Blood rushed to her face when he gave an appreciative look at the long expanse of thigh revealed as the shirt rose when she sat, almost exposing the golden curls covering her mound. Thankfully he sat to her right and the wall was to her left. They were in the back of the theater and were attending a late enough show that she didn’t believe anyone would be so close to them that they would notice her nakedness. She was just about to comment on his glance when a couple walked down the row toward them.

  Once the girlfriend got a look at her though, she tugged her man backward until they were as far from Willow as possible. Neither she nor Seth tried to suppress their laughter.

  “Would you like to share my popcorn?” She asked the question just to have something to say.

  “I don’t snack much.”

  “Oh come on, you can’t come to the movies and not eat popcorn. Besides, for some reason it tastes really good tonight. Just the right amount of extra butter and salt…” She picked a piece of popcorn up and presented it to him.

  Seth lowered his head and took her offering, a shiver of delight racing down her back and straight to her pussy as he made certain to suck the butter from her fingertip.

  “Delicious,” he commented. She was almost positive he wasn’t talking about the popcorn.

  The theater grew darker and the few people scattered through the room grew quiet, waiting for the show. As the previews began, Seth laid his hand on her leg, near her knee. She ached for him to touch her more, wishing for just a moment that she could make up her mind. Either she wanted to be his sex toy, or she wanted something similar to a normal date, even if it hadn’t been called one. The constant swinging back and forth was making her grumpy, but at the moment she decided she wouldn’t question it. However long she had with him, she was determined to enjoy every moment of it. And that included feeling the not unpleasant ache that said her body had been well sated several times.

  Feeling wonderfully young and wicked, Willow decided she wanted to play. She had always been good in public. She was the only girl she knew who had never made out at the movies. This was too good a chance to pass up. After all, how many times in my life will I be out with a drop-dead gorgeous man, wearing only his shirt?

  Seth had already done amazing things to her, things she hadn’t believed possible. Just being around him made her want to try new things—experiences that had never appealed to her before. He made her bold, adventurous. But would he go along with it? There was only one way to find out.

  She shifted, opening her legs slightly and, laying her hand on top his, nudged it a little higher. She moved it until it rested about halfway up her thigh. She took it as a good sign when he didn’t pull his hand away after a couple of previews. Unfortunately, he hadn’t taken the hint either.

  Gathering her courage, Willow nudged his hand higher still, to the edge of the shirt, no more than an inch away from her mound, which now seemed to be begging for his touch. Again, she waited to see how he would react and once again he left his hand exactly where she had placed it.

  It’s now or never, she told herself as the theater darkened more and the movie began. Closing the distance between his hand and her sensitive clit, she smiled at how wet she already was, just from the thought of being naughty in public with him, where they could be caught at any minute. Moving her hand off his once it was in position, she placed it on the growing bulge in his jeans, stroking his cock through the material.

  Beside her, Seth shifted slightly and she felt disappointed that he wasn’t feeling adventurous at the moment. He removed her hand from his hard cock and gathered up the light jacket he’d loaned her for the ride over from the seat beside him. With care he arranged it on her lap, as though she were cold. Turning to ask him about it, she quieted when he slid his hand beneath the covering, nudging her thighs apart. She willingly spread them, allowing his hand better access to her dripping pussy.

  Willow bit her lip as he stroked his fingers up and down her folds, before parting them to play with her clit. Much more of his torture and anyone who entered the theater after they left would believe the previous occupant had had an “accident” in the seat.

  Squirming, she chanced a look at him. His face was impassive as he watched the movie, giving no indication of exactly what he was doing to her. Looking at her, he gave a mischievous wink, a smile tilting his lips a second before he leaned in to give her a lingering kiss. His talented fingers brought her close to orgasm time and again, always stopping just short, winding the tension in her body tighter and tighter.

  Halfway through the movie, Seth huffed, shaking his head. Grunting and mumbling something about the movie that she couldn’t quite understand, he left his seat. Before she could move, he spread her legs wider, kneeling between them. One minute she was looking down at him in confusion, the next his head was covered by the jacket, his tongue replacing the finger on her clit.

  Moaning, Willow shoved her knuckle inside her mouth when someone turned their head and heatedly whispered “shhhh”. She pretended to watch the screen along with everyone else.

  At his urging, she shifted in her seat, slouching lower, her pussy sliding to the edge of the seat. Beneath the jacket, he draped her legs over his shoulders, rewarding her cooperation by sliding a finger into her dripping hole. Again she bit down on her knuckle to prevent herself from making a sound.

  As the climactic fight in the movie unfolded, he added another finger and sped up his thrusting as he suckled her clit. Her body seemed to tune in with the movie. The closer it got to the end of the scene, the closer her orgasm approached. Unable to fight it any longer, Willow clenched her legs together. Her thighs gripped his head, her ankles pressed into his back as she allowed one hand beneath the jacket to grip a handful of his hair. She urged him closer, grinding her hips harder against his face. His tongue entered her, and she felt him lapping at the cream flowing freely from her body.

  Her legs were trembling with the force of her orgasm as Willow bit down on her finger so hard she soon had the coppery taste of her own blood in her mouth to keep from screaming out.

  Seth waited for her body to stop clenching, her thighs to relax before he discreetly returned to his seat, a grin of pure masculine pride on his face as he licked the corners of his mouth. As she watched, he grabbed one of the napkins she’d gotten for the popcorn and wiped his chin.

  They remained seated as the credits rolled and the lights were raised, waiting for their fellow audience members to leave and her limbs to be strong enough to carry her weight. When she was ready, he gathered the jacket and helped her put it back on. His arm curved around her waist, and with his help, she managed to step away without stumbling. Though she was curious, Willow refused to look back at her seat. She didn’t want her face to redden or show any signs of guilt at how large the wet spot she’d left had to be.

  Climbing carefully onto his motorcycle behind him, Willow was reminded again of her near nakedness. In front of her, Seth’s ass pressed intimately against her. The motor vibrated beneath her, making her thankful that she’d just had such a strong orgasm. Otherwise—after all the teasing he had done to her—they would never have made it back to his home in one piece. The hum of the engine against her body would have had her stroking him, enticing him to satisfy her rather than concentrate on the road.

  Neither spoke until they were once again safely in the elevator, on their way up to his home.

  “What happened to your finger?” Seth’s voice was full of concern as he looked at the wound hanging by her side.

  “Oh, that… Well, I couldn’t exactly make much noise in public, could I?” She enjoyed teasing him. She felt like she’d been doing it forever. “It’ll be fine. It was well worth it,” she admitted, briefly wonderi
ng if it was a mistake to reveal so much to him.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” The mischievous grin was back on his face.

  Willow laughed. “Yeah, well, would you mind telling me about the movie we just saw? ’Cause I didn’t catch one blessed scene after the title.”

  “You didn’t miss much. It amazes me how many movies Hollywood releases portray vampires as being evil, power-hungry individuals who are hell-bent on destroying the world.”

  “You don’t think they are?”

  “I believe they are like every other living creature. There are those who deserve to have the reputation of a monster and those who simply wish to be left alone to live in peace.”

  “I always thought they were, you know, not living.”

  “Why? Because movies always claim that is the way of things?”

  “Well, yeah. I mean, we are talking about fictional characters aren’t we?” Her mood turned serious.

  He was saved from having to reply when the doors opened, but Willow couldn’t help wondering how he would have answered her last question. She berated herself as being silly. Of course vampires aren’t real.

  She let him lead her straight to the kitchen. “Allow me to bandage it for you.” He placed a finger against her lips when she tried to object. “It’s the least I can do for causing such a wound.”

  “Funny,” she mockingly scolded him, still feeling too playful to be truly upset. “You don’t seem the least bit remorseful.” She jumped up to sit on the countertop as he pulled out a first-aid kit. “Isn’t it funny how much things change?” She closed her eyes and mused aloud. “When you’re a kid all you need is someone to kiss a wound, and it’s all better.” Opening her eyes, she stared into his deep blue gaze and felt almost spellbound.

  Smiling, he stopped fiddling with the now rarely used first-aid kit that was only in the apartment because of Jason. For once he was glad that the other man had been accident-prone as a child. Putting the small kit on the counter beside Willow, he lifted her finger to his lips.

  He promised himself he would be good, that he would resist the temptation of her blood. He would simply kiss her wound then bandage it.

  As her blood teased his lips, Seth’s good intentions flew out the proverbial window. Taking her finger into his mouth, he lightly sucked on the wound, one razor sharp tooth instantly reversing her clotting and allowing her blood to mix with the taste of lingering traces of her cream on his tongue. The combination made his cock rock hard instantly.

  Allowing himself only a few precious seconds to taste her, he swiped his tongue over the wound again, only allowing it to clot. Carefully he made certain not to close the wound fully, knowing she would become suspicious if it were to be suddenly, miraculously healed. The scent of her arousal served to make his desire more urgent.

  He finally pulled her finger out of his mouth. “All better?”

  “What?” She looked dazed.

  “Your finger, is it better now that it got a kiss?”

  “My finger?” Her eyes were dark with passion. “Oh, my finger. Yeah, thanks.” She licked her lips as she watched him place the small bandage around her wound.

  “Tell me about yourself.” He was trying to ease the sexual tension in the air. He didn’t want her to think she was just a sex toy to him. But he also wasn’t ready to delve into what that revelation could mean, or why it mattered to him. He only knew that he really did want to find out more about her.

  “There isn’t much to tell. My sister is pretty cool, but she can get overprotective.”

  “What brought you over to my table the other night? I’m not complaining, but I do wonder what possible explanation there could be for my amazing luck.”

  “I just… Well, I can’t tell you. But I will tell you I am very glad I did come over.”

  For the first time since he’d met her, his curiosity won out. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t resist the temptation yet again. Staring deeply into her eyes, he easily slipped into her mind, finding the memory he was looking for. Before his mind’s eye, her day replayed for him. How her boss had looked at her. He understood now why she’d said her boss made her skin crawl when he stared at her that way. He saw the way her boss smirked as his supervisor fired her. His expression clearly saying better than words “you should have just slept with me”. Seth fought off a growl as he resisted the urge to find this ass and teach him to show more respect for women.

  Pressing forward, he “fast-forwarded” to when she was at the bar. He saw her sister look at her and announce her as the player in some game.

  Guilt flooded him at gaining the knowledge in such a way. Breaking the stare, he saw her eyes were glazed, as though she were in a daze.

  After a few seconds, Willow shook her head. “I’m sorry, I must have drifted off for a minute. What did you say?”

  “Nothing important, sweetheart.”

  A look of regret washed over her face. “Oh, that’s right, you asked about last night. Honestly, I’m not sure I’d even want to tell you why I walked over there if I could. It’s embarrassing.” She wouldn’t look him in the eye.

  “Really?”

  “Well, see, I’m not supposed to tell you. And I really shouldn’t, it doesn’t speak well of me…”

  “But?” He prompted her. He was trying to remain neutral, trying his best not to pressure her into answering if she really didn’t want to. But he wanted to know what possible game she’d played.

  “But I will if you want to know.” She paused, as if waiting for him to say yes or no, still refusing to look him in the eye. After a moment she continued despite his silence. “My friends came up with this game. It’s silly really. They were trying to make me feel better. You pick a guy and go ask him what kind of underwear he wears. If you guessed right, you can give him your number and a kiss. But commando is always rewarded with a full-on French kiss.”

  “I take it you guessed incorrectly?” He couldn’t hide the smile in his voice. He hadn’t delved that far into her thoughts and memories. Now he almost wished he had.

  “No, I didn’t.” He arched an eyebrow as she continued her explanation. “You didn’t exactly give me a chance to give you my number and leave,” she explained.

  “No, I didn’t.” He smiled, not attempting to sound sorry. “So, you only came over because of a game?” His pride was a little wounded when confronted with the fact. But the important thing is that she did come over, not why, he tried to tell himself.

  Her blush gave him his answer.

  “Oh, Seth, don’t look like that.” She sounded remorseful. “Yes, it’s the reason I came over, but…” Her blush grew. “According to the rules, all I had to do was kiss you. Everything else…everything else was because I wanted to.”

  Looking into her eyes, he didn’t need to probe her mind to discover she was telling the truth. Her emotions were right there for him to see. She was an open book.

  “To be honest, I’m glad they talked me into playing. I’m not sure I’d have been brave enough to approach you on my own.” Her hand reached up, cupping his cheek. “It was the only time I’ve ever played, and I told my sister I’m not playing again. I only did it because I was having a really bad day and I thought I could use a little fun. I’m really glad I agreed.”

  Taking her hand in his, he placed a lingering kiss on her palm. “So am I, sweetheart.”

  “What else is there to do so late at night?”

  Seth allowed the change of subject. He wanted to take her back into the bedroom and give in to his thirst for her. Both for her body and her blood. No, he scolded himself. I need to get her out in public, where I’ll be able to better control myself.

  “We could go out dancing?”

  “I’d like that. But are you sure I’m dressed appropriately? Being in a dark theater is one thing, but dancing…” Her voice trailed off.

  “Sweetheart, I think you look amazing,” he practically purred. His gaze caressed her scantily clad form and caused Willow to
blush prettily for him.

  Chapter Six

  Stretching in the luxurious bed, it was hard to believe she’d been at Seth’s home for almost a week now. She was careful to call her sister every few days to prevent the other woman from worrying too badly. She had to call her again that night, but she didn’t want to. They always ended up arguing. Roxy couldn’t understand why she stayed, why Willow wouldn’t come home.

  It’s amazing, how used to sleeping all day and staying awake all night one can get. Willow finally climbed out of the bed and walked over to the windows, looking at the beautifully lit skyline.

  On their way back to his apartment from the club they’d gone to after their titillating movie experience, she had made a comment that she should get a few things to wear in public if they were going to go out again.