HEARTBREAKER
by Sultry Summers
by Sultry Summers
HEARTBREAKER
Davy was a superb dancer, from the slow, close intimate waltzes
to the fast, blood boiling Latino dances. Rhiannon couldn’t decide
which she preferred with him. Being close to him in the slow
dances, his body snuggly pressed against hers, she knew his
desire for her was real. During the fast, sexual intense Latino
beat dances, when they did touch, her body hummed with desire
and the beat of the music. She read lust in his eyes as well. After
several rounds, needing a break, they
stepped outside to enjoy the twinkle lit gardens of the
establishment.
“You should come down south, Davy.” Her eyes betrayed her
passion in the invitation. “But you can’t dance with anyone but me.”
“I don’t think that would be a problem. Is that an invitation?”
“Yes.” She leaned against him provocatively. Davy draped her cape
around her, against the chill of the mountain night air. His hands
encircled her, his mouth dropped to hers.
Demanding lips found responsive ones, willing and ready to meet
his. She teased his tongue but blushed shyly when they drew
apart. Her gaze didn’t leave his—unafraid of the fire of desire she
saw there.
“Would you care to come to my home for drinks?” Davy challenged,
watching her appraise him.
“I guess I can do that.” Rhiannon knew where he lived already,
who he was and approximately how wealthy. She had majored in
computer science and with her connections could
find out almost anything about anyone. Besides, he made her blood
simmer and his deep, penetrating stare seared her to her core.
With this man, she didn’t need to worry that he wanted her money.
He might wonder that about her, unless he’d done the same
checks. She smiled, a mysterious gleam in her eyes.
“Where do you live, Davy?”
“Not far,” he answered her furtively, with a little grin. He
escorted her to his car, a possessive hand on the small of her
back. Single men in the nightspot and local cruisers out on the
town watched Rhiannon closely, hopefully. Her cape teased their
imaginations until they saw Davy’s eyes, then they discreetly
looked away. This lady was taken, and no one messed with Davy.
After a short drive, Davy turned onto a private drive, downshifted
and began a steep drive up, accelerating as the road climbed,
twisted and turned. After a mile of complete darkness Davy sensed
Rhiannon’s unease. “Up there.” He pointed to his estate at the top
of the ridge to ease her concern.
Another couple of minutes passed before they pulled into the
driveway.
“You like your privacy.”
“Yes—and no. I have parties often, but I do enjoy a quiet evening as
well. This way I have both.”
Rhiannon was impressed, but more with Davy than his home. Her
house in Palm Beach wasn’t on a mountain, but was just as
impressive, and as private. She and Davy seemed
to be compatible, and more. He escorted her into his home. She
wondered what he’d think about her place in Palm Beach, with the
Intercoastal Waterway on one side and the Atlantic Ocean on the
other.
* * * *
“You live here by yourself?”
“I have a housekeeper. She has an apartment of her own and by
now is in bed. We have the entire house to ourselves.” He handed
her a glass of wine and sipped a club soda. “I only drink two when
I drive.”
“A good policy,” she agreed and saluted him, then sipped her wine.
“Come on, I want to show you my favorite spot.” Davy led her
outside to the pool. Steam rose from the water, giving the area a
surreal effect.
“This is lovely. I can see why you like it, but it can’t be natural—not
up here.” Davy came to stand close, wondering if he should have
brought her cape instead of leaving it hanging in the foyer. He
smiled. He’d keep her warm.
His hand gently smoothed behind her neck and drew her into a
heated embrace. She returned his passion, her arms encircling
him, feeling his strong muscles beneath the silk shirt
he’d dressed in. She surprised him when she deftly undid the
buttons to lose her hands in the hairs on his chest. Not to be out
done, he returned the favor by unzipping her dress. His warm
hands covered her breasts, fondling each reverently.
Rhiannon’s knees grew weak and she slowly slid down to an
outdoor chaise. Davy joined her, knowing they wouldn’t be
disturbed. Encasing her in his arms, he lengthened his kisses,
stopping to move his lips down from her mouth to her throat, then
to her breast, now bare in the cool air. The nipples puckered. To
Rhiannon, his tongue was paradise and she clasped his head to her
breasts. Rarely did she let a man become so familiar on the first
date, but Davy was her savior
knight for the day, and the attraction she felt for him was
demanding. Neither of her fiancés had invoked so much passion in
her.
“You’re a beauty Rhiannon. I’ve not met another like you. Stay here
until your bike is repaired.” His voice throaty and raw. “Mike told
me it’d take two days to get the parts to fix your ride. I’ve a bike you
can borrow; we can explore the Blue Ridge together.”
“Thanks,” Rhiannon rasped, “but all my gear is at my room.”
“I’ll have your gear moved,” he said in a hoarse whisper. He
resumed his assault, making love to her; he pushed her skirt up
over the tops of her garters to relieve her of her lace panties.
“You don’t play fair.”
“How so?” he looked up.
“I planned a few places to kiss myself.” With that comment, she
turned to lie on the down side of the chaise and kiss his cock. “You’
re magnificent,” she mumbled between slurps.
“Come on.” Davy stood and pulled her up, only to steady her.
Sweeping her legs from beneath her, he carried her inside and up
the grand staircase to his room, placing her on his bed.
“You’ve compromised my principles.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t do this without knowing someone a great deal better.”
“What’s to know?” He shrugged. “I save stranded lady bikers on
the Blue Ridge, live in a house that’s been in the family for three
generations and ride several different motorcycles for sport.
And, I’m not a mass murderer.”
“General knowledge.” She sighed as he lay next to her on his bed,
pulling her into his embrace to continue what they had started.
“You don’t know me.”
A sly smile lit his lips. “More than you’d guess.” The rest of his
words were lost in words of passion.