Chapter Three

"So where to? My place?" he asked holding his arm out to her. She hooked hers in his as they fell into step outside the restaurant.

The lingering smell of fresh mint hit him, it was sweet and fresh.

"Nope," she grinned as she led him down the street. They walked further into the bustle of people and turned left down a lane that was lined with residential and commercial buildings.

"Here," as they came to a standstill at the end. She reached in her bag, collecting her keys to unlock the white double French doors. She flicked on the light as they stepped onto the polished hardwood foyer.

Jon looked around; a simple neutral reception area with a large white desk was in the center of the room. Double doors led out the back where he could make out a workspace. "This is your office?" he asked peeking around the doorframe into the dark studio.

"Uh huh, but up there is my place," she pointed to the curving staircase tucked away in the corner with steel railings.

"Well lead on," he grinned. She locked the doors and flicked off the light to the reception area leaving the stairwell well lit with little spotlights that hung from the ceiling at the end of twisted steel rope.

Colby climbed the stairs to her loft; it was her pride and joy. She'd worked a little harder to get this place, it was twice the rent as her last place but it was in a good area so well worth the expense. She’d got creative in her overheads and befriended a man that worked at the glassworks, so she was always in line for leftovers instead of paying for all her glass. Creative accounting.

Jon walked into the massive open space. Windows stretched around the room, he’d bet that from an artist’s standpoint it would be perfect lighting. The living area and kitchen was open plan with hardwood floors from wall to wall. The walls were surprisingly white and plain, but he supposed the random splashes of color made up for it. A bright red glass vase on the table and a heavy looking turquoise bowl on the coffee table drew his eye.

He chuckled, well shit. The amount of clothes and books that littered the room was phenomenal. It was though someone had dumped the entire contents of her house across the room. Perhaps she liked to spread out.

"What?" she asked. He's totally thinking about the mess.

"Nothing. It’s fantastic. “He looked around at the various art pieces which he assumed were hers. Pieces of random glass were strewn around the room along with sketch pads, pencils in-between her clothes and god knew what else.

She tossed her things on the end of the couch. "Want a drink?" she asked walking to the kitchen plucking a bottle of bourbon from the cupboard. She picked up two lowball glasses and walked back to the couch where Jon was shifting a pile of her things to the side.

"Sorry, I tend to spread out a little," she said holding out a glass.

It was heavy in his hands, thick glass that said anything but retail. "You made this?" he asked.

"Sure did, nothing worse than flimsy glasses that break the minute to drop them into the sink." She screwed the cap off and poured him two fingers worth of Jim Beam.

"You make wine glasses?" he asked holding the glass up and checking out the bottom.

"A few, I haven't for awhile but I might again, who knows," she shrugged. She usually made what she felt like, and lately she'd been on a bead and vase kick. The wine glasses did sell well though. She moved across the room and plucked one out of the cabinet across the room. "Here," she said handing it to him.

"Shit." His fingers held the stem. It was a simple design. One of those modern V cup glasses where the stem was as thick as the base. But it was the faint purple stream of color drizzled through the glass that looked like syrup curving around bowl that made it unique. "This is amazing. You should make more,” he looked up at her, “hell I'd buy them for a start."

"Thanks, I'll keep it in mind." She took the glass out of his hand and placed it back on the table along with her glass of bourbon.

He had to do it. He had to tell her the truth. "Colby, before we do anything I've got a confession to make." The twitch of his lips was hard to keep under control.

She curled her fingers around the collar of his shirt as she pulled him closer. The strong smell of cigarettes, whiskey and something spicy played on her nostrils. "What? You're a virgin?" she laughed and her eyes fell to his lips. What was it about that ridiculously full bottom lip?

His fingers brushed back a lock of amber hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail. "No, that's not it. Believe it or not I like to be honest, so I need to tell you this." He dipped down and brushing his lips from neck to shoulder.

"What?" she managed, letting her head fall back. The feel of his lips against her skin only made her want more. Her hands gripped his shoulders while she waited for whatever he had to say.

"When I guessed your name…" his warm breath was thick on her neck.

"Jesus, Jon," she groaned. This man was driving her insane and he'd only just started. Everything about him had her pulse racing and skin tingling. She wanted him out of his clothes. Now.

"I cheated."

She pulled away from him and he looked up and meeting her gaze.

"Go on," she said folding her arms. The declaration jerked her out of the fantasy. She knew it! There was no way he would have known her work. She wasn't stupid.

"When you went to the ladies I looked in your bag and saw your business card." He waited for the slap, but was surprised when she laughed.

"I knew it. Well then…" she tucked her hands into her pockets and stood. "Guess you miss out then. You should have waited to admit that one. Guess you really aren't the seducer after all." She walked back to the kitchen. She was curious at what he would do next.

Shit! Since when did honesty with a girl not fucking work? He stood and scratched his head. There went his chances for a fuck tonight, damn it! The asshole Jon would have waited ‘til afterwards to admit that. Why did he have pick now to have some manners?

When she didn’t turn around he took three steps towards the staircase. Stopping to look one more time over his shoulder he was thrown off balance and slammed against the wall, her lips locked with his. He tried blinking, hell thinking but couldn’t concentrate on anything but her mouth.

Her fingers again teased at the opening of his shirt and popped a few buttons, now that she didn't expect… no hair whatsoever. Fuck.

He shrugged out of his leather jacket letting it fall to the floor digging his fingers into her hips as spun her around, pushing her against the wall. The surprise and sparkle in her eyes did nothing for his cock which sprang to life in his jeans.

"You want to play huh?" he asked his thumbs hooking over her jeans as he held her gaze.

"And what if I do? Are you going to refuse me?" she asked biting down on his bottom lip and tugging it gently. Soft and full. Not right. His eyes were growing dark again with that look she'd seen earlier and fuck if it didn't make her knees grow weak.

He pressed her harder against the wall, using his knee to wedge between her legs. "Do I look stupid?" his knuckle brushed across her jaw line. With the pad of his thumb he tugged on her bottom lip.

She let his thumb slide into her mouth and sucked it in further, skimming her tongue across the tip. Her eyes were wide and fixed on his.

"You are a dangerous woman," he whispered nosing against her cheekbone letting his lips slide over her lobe. When he felt his body begin to relax against hers, he shoved his knee and pushed her harder back against the wall so she gasped.

"Which is good, because I happen to like danger."

She closed her eyes when his fingers lifted her sweater up and over her head, leaving her in her black lacy bra. When he went for the fly of her jeans she wrapped her hand around his wrist.

"Tit for tat." She fiddled with the buttons of his shirt and peeled open to reveal his broad chest. "Holy shit." She rubbed her palms across the smooth contours.

"Had to get it done for the shoot.” He nibbled at her lobe swirling his tongue around it and sucking it in his mouth. “It hurt like fuck."

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, leaving his the tanned line of his upper body in front of her. Tight nipples, a six pack to die for and a flat belly that was a production of many hours in the gym.

She traced a finger in the dip above his stomach. "It paid off, believe me." She couldn't take much more of this. She flicked her tongue over one of the tight flesh colored nipples and looked up when he groaned and smiled "A bit sensitive are we?"

His thumb reached out and brushed against the soft lace over her peak. "You tell me?"

She groaned and leaned back against the wall his other hand slid around her back and snapped open her bra clasp with his nails letting it slide down over her arms. He tugged it right off her body and let it fall to the floor. Hell, nice round perky breasts. Good fuck. He nosed against the soft curve, letting the pink tip roll into his mouth. Slow long sucks had her wriggling underneath him.

He used the flat of his palm over her other breast, rewarded by her gasps his mouth continued to assault her. Her fingers gripped at his shoulders, arching her body higher into his mouth. His hand curled around the back of her neck holding her still.

"God yes." She knew those lips were dangerous the minute she'd laid eyes on him and he didn't disappoint. Teeth scraped over her delicate peak slamming her back against the wall. The world was shaking and so was the temptation to scream.

His lips slid back up her body, across the arch of her neck, up her chin and found her mouth wanting. He licked her lips and slid his tongue in, pressing his body harder against hers. The short pants between kisses driving him mad.

Her fingers fell to his jeans, and pulled the buttons apart one by one. His cock strained against the denim, just at her touch in that area was throwing him off balance as he rested his hands against the wall on either side of her and braced himself.

She slid the zipper down and his cock punched through the denim into her hands. Using her thumb, she circled the tip, smearing the drop of pre cum over his length. He bit down and met her gaze, fuelled with the same lust that that was roaring through his veins. It'd been awhile since any woman had played with his dick, and he wasn’t about to stop.