Red Velvet. Noelle Mack
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Название: Red Velvet
Автор: Noelle Mack
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эротическая литература
isbn: 9780758282583
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“But you had me fooled for a little while. I really didn’t recognize you at first. So are you in disguise or what?”
“Kinda. I lost a bet on the Mets.”
Nicky gave her a pitying look. “They never win any more.”
“Sofia made me pay up by dressing me like this.”
He gave her a long onceover. “Yeah? She did you a favor. You’re a knockout in that. Can I have your number?”
Ruth swallowed hard. She wanted to scream it to the heavens—Nick Del Bianco wants to hook up with me!—or at least into Sofia’s ear on a cell phone. “Uh, yeah. Sure. But I don’t have a pen. Can’t you look it up on your superduper cop computer or something? I thought you guys could get anybody’s number.”
“Yeah, we can. I just wanted to know if you wanted me to have it. And now I know.”
“Then, uh, call me.” What in holy hell had gotten into her, Ruth wondered. Were the hooker clothes making her bold? Or was it because, Nick, the sex god, was only six inches away? Looking her up and down…from her tousled hair to her red velvet shoes.
She liked the way his look made her feel. Warm all over. Hot all over. Um, she needed to think about that. Ruth reached out to unlatch her door and swing it open. She slid halfway out of the seat, holding Tuff, who suddenly wanted to get down in a big way because he saw another mutt in front of De Lillo’s.
The dog’s front paws scrabbled at the air and his back paws caught in her micromini, hiking it up so high her black panties showed. Brand new—a present from Sofia that she’d added to this ridiculous outfit. Teeny-tiny. Sheer front and back. Decorated with a crystal drop that hung from a thin, black satin ribbon to right about where she was desperately pressing her thighs together.
She could drop her dog or yank down her skirt, but not both. Tuff was going nuts barking, trying to escape, so that answered that. Ruth got a better grip on him and felt her face slowly turn beet red.
Nicky looked. And looked. “Nice panties, Ruth,” he said at last.
“Thanks,” she gasped out.
“I like the little thing on a ribbon. What is that?”
“Ah, a decoration. A crystal.”
Kept in place by the pantyhose, it did catch the eye. Then Tuff launched himself out of her arms, and she grabbed the hem of her skirt, yanking it down. Okay. She was halfway decent. Good enough. At least no one at De Lillo’s had seen. “Bye-Nickyseeyathanksfortheride,” she said all in one breath and went after her dog.
She bent over to grab Tuff, missed and grabbed him again. She stepped back, stumbling in the high heels and her butt slammed into a man’s crotch. Ohmigod, is he hung, whoever he is, she thought, and turned a beetier red as she whirled around to face…Nick.
“Sorry. Just thought I’d help you.” His low, amused voice sent a scorching heat through her. And there was a sexy edge to it that was probably making the tiny crystal decoration on her panties chime in cosmic harmony. “Tell you what. Put the pooch in the car and I’ll buy you a cannoli.”
A few hours later, they had eaten an entire dinner but backwards: two cannolis and three espressos at De Lillo’s, followed by two bowls of the famous puttanesca at Dominick’s, salad, chewy bread, and most of a bottle of good wine. By the time the check came, Nick was sitting close enough to touch her thigh. And he did, sliding a hand up her pantyhosed flesh. Ruth was on fire with lust.
“Want to come over to my place?” he asked at last, not innocently.
“Yes,” replied a person that Ruth had a feeling was her.
Nick called Sofia on his cell phone, holding it far away from his ear when she shrieked at the sound of his name, then demanded to speak to Ruth, getting the explanation out of her in record time and squealing with glee.
“Ruthie, all I wanted to do was get you out of your stinkin’ apartment! And you manage to run into Nicky Del Bianco? Do you know how lucky you are? I mean, he is a womanizer, but who cares, right?” Five more minutes of yapping and Sofia agreed to babysit Tuff for the night. Bambino would just have to tuck his little blue head into his speckled breast and chill until Ruth got back.
They dropped the dog off. Sofia, who’d hurriedly changed into something low-cut and tight, cooed over Tuff and cuddled him in her arms like she’d never said the dog was ugly, all for Nick’s benefit. But Ruth didn’t mind. She could hear Joe snoring in the den from where they stood. Sofia was too nice to invite them in, casting an appreciative glance at the arm Nick draped over Ruth’s shoulders. “Have fun, you two,” was all she said as she closed the door.
It was getting late and it was suddenly a lot colder. Ruth shivered as they walked back to his car. Nick let go of her, clicked open the locks with his key, and reached into the back seat to hand her his leather jacket. An old, beat-up one that he’d probably had forever—she put it around her shoulders like it was the nicest thing she’d ever worn.
Nick drove through the quiet streets of the neighborhood, not saying much, while Ruth digested…everything. Was he a womanizer? Well, she wanted to be womanized. Every part of her wanted to be, especially the lonesome flesh now moistening up a storm in her sheer black panties. How long had it been? She hated to think. And who had it been with? She didn’t want to remember.
Nick’s big hand, resting idly on the gearshift knob as he drove, would soon be sliding between her legs. He turned to smile at her. Those sensual lips would soon be kissing hers. Ruth closed her eyes and trembled. Being on fire with lust was totally fucking scary—and a lot of fun.
He turned into a driveway and parked in the garage of a new condo building. “Here we are. Ready?”
“S-sure,” she said.
Next thing she knew, she was in his living room, drinking something sweet and boozy and straddling his lap. With the exception of his jacket and hers, which he’d hung up, she was fully clothed. Him too.
Nick took her glass and nuzzled her neck. “So what’s your fantasy?” he whispered.
“You,” she whispered back.
He stroked her back and her ass, and kissed her luxuriously. Ruth got her fingers into his dark golden hair and kissed him back, pressing herself down on his hard-on. The tight miniskirt got in the way, and she grabbed it by the hem, rolling it up so she could spread her thighs.
“Oh, man. Make yourself comfortable,” he murmured. “What a body. How come I never saw you around the neighborhood after you graduated high school?”
“Because I went to NYU and lived in a dorm in downtown Manhattan.”
“Why’d you come back to the Bronx?”
“Long story. Anyway, maybe you did see me around. I don’t usually dress like this.”
He ran his hands over her pantyhose-clad ass and thighs. “Mmm. I love it all. The skirt. The tight top and all those tiny buttons, which I’m going to undo, one by fucking one. The red velvet high heels. When I get your clothes off, those shoes are going to stay on.”
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