Accidentally on Purpose 6 Book Box Set

by L. D. Davis

  I stared up at him. I wanted it, too, and I had never done it bare with anyone, but we had to be careful.

  “We have to be sure first,” I said, and I knew he understood what I meant.

  “I know,” he nodded, but still looked disappointed.

  “Have you ever…” I trailed off. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to ask him if he ever had sex with another girl without a condom while he was just centimeters away from having sex with me in the same way.

  “Once,” he said quickly. “We’ll wait.” He reached for a condom, but just put it on the bed beside us.

  “Okay, you know that only works if it’s on, right?” I teased.

  “I’m well aware of how it works, but there are other things I want to do to your beautiful body,” he said with a wicked grin.

  “Like what?” I asked as he kissed down my body.

  “Why don’t you shut up and let me show you, Tacky?” he said, nipping at my breast.

  So I did, and he did, and I forgot about my hunger for food while another hunger took over.

  We headed back to Miami hours later than we were supposed to the following day. We were supposed to be checked out and on the road by nine in the morning. Instead, we checked out late, at twelve-thirty. We had slept in until about ten, because we had stayed up until nearly four in the morning. After our second round of incredible sex, we pulled on some clothes and went to find food. After we had eaten, we lay in bed talking and cuddling, but then we found other uses for our mouths and hands and fingers. I woke up in the morning with Leo inside of me, and it took another hour to get out of bed. When he tried to follow me into the shower, however, I had to put my foot down, and lock the door.

  I was exhausted during the car ride back, and every muscle in my body was sore and achy. My body had contorted in ways I didn’t think possible. It was a good kind of pain, though. I would take it all again.

  “You’re going to be late for the bachelor party,” I said to him as I eyed the clock. We were stuck in a cluster-fuck of traffic on the highway. It was two-thirty in the afternoon and we were still a good four hours from Miami without traffic, and his friend’s bachelor party started at seven.

  Leo shrugged. “I don’t really care. I don’t even want to go. I’d rather stay home with you.”

  “That’s sweet, but please don’t be that kind of guy. Your friends will think it’s me forcing you to stay home, they’ll think I’m some kind of bitch that has whipped you.”

  Leo lifted his chin and puffed out his chest a little. “No woman, not even you, amore, can whip me.”

  I gave him a flat look. “I could wrap you around my finger so quickly it would make your stupid head spin.”

  “You can’t,” he said, grinning. “But it’s very cute of you to think so.”

  I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the traffic on the road. A thought occurred to me. I don’t know why I didn’t really think about it sooner. I had been with Leo for over two weeks and only met two of his friends, and that was just because we ran into them at the restaurant. The introductions had been brief—I didn’t even remember the couple’s names. He often talked about his friends, but he never invited them over or accepted any invitations they extended to him. He was taking me to his friend’s wedding, but I still thought it was odd that I hadn’t really met the guy or his soon-to-be wife. I hadn’t really met anyone, and I had been so content with spending time with Leo, I hadn’t thought about it.

  “Why haven’t I met any of your friends?” I asked Leo, looking at him curiously.

  I almost missed it, the light pink that shaded the tops of his ears, the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel and the flash of panic in his eyes. If I had blinked in those two seconds, I would have missed all of it. Anxiety began with a low hum inside of me, but I said nothing and waited for a response.

  “I’ve been selfish,” Leo said, looking sheepish. “I haven’t wanted to share my time with you with anyone else. I never knew when you were going to pick up and go.”

  That made sense, but my unease didn’t fade.

  “Yeah, but come on, even when we met that couple in the restaurant, you pushed me out of there so fast, I don’t even remember their names.”

  He shrugged again. “They aren’t people I generally hang around with. They’re friends of friends.”

  “But…”

  “Tabs,” Leo said, reaching over and taking one of my hands. “I was just being selfish, baby, I promise. You’ll meet a few of them tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, and that’s really awkward, you know?” I said, trying not to sound whiny. “I mean, I know people take dates all of the time, but you’re in the wedding. I’ll be sitting with a whole bunch of people I don’t know at all, not even a little. It would have been good to know at least one person.”

  He nodded and actually looked very apologetic. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. If you don’t want to go, I understand.”

  “I didn’t say I didn’t want to go,” I snapped. “I just said it will be awkward.”

  Leo knew me well enough to just shut up and drive, but he held onto my hand. After a little while, we were able to talk about something else. I wasn’t mad, but I was definitely feeling uncomfortable, and I didn’t know how to handle that—what to do about it—so I said nothing more on the topic.

  We got back a little after seven. Leo took a shower and left soon thereafter. I had set myself up in the living room to work and ordered a sandwich to be delivered. I hadn’t worked in days and really had a lot to catch up on. I was still working when Leo came through the door a little before midnight, smelling like cigars, booze, and cheap perfume. He had glitter all over him, too, which made me wonder if all strippers wore glitter. Is it a requirement? Is it in their contract that they must wear glitter?

  Leo tried to hug and kiss me, but I put my hand up and said, “Shower.”

  “Join me?” he asked, tugging on my arm.

  “I don’t smell like the strip club,” I said. “You do. I wouldn’t come home from a male strip club and try to kiss you.”

  “No problem,” he said, heading down the hall. “Because there’s no way in hell I’d let you near one of those places. The only guy thrusting his dick anywhere near you better be me.”

  I rolled my eyes at the hypocrisy and went back to work until Leo came out a few minutes later, showered and clean. As he grabbed a bottle of water, I shut my computer down and put it away. He held his hand out to me and I took it and let him lead me into the bedroom.

  “I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight,” he said as we got into bed.

  “I was really, really hoping for some sleep,” I said, and I really was.

  “Mmm, I don’t think so. Not yet.” Leo pulled down my shorts and panties.

  “You’re a sex addict.”

  “Only when it comes to you.”

  I tried to respond, but then he was pulling my shirt up over my head. I tried again, but his lips found mine and there was no way I was going to push him away. His kiss was so addicting. Feeling his tongue dipping into my mouth, my belly tightened and my skin warmed and my nipples hardened.

  I wrapped my arms around him as he lowered himself on top of me. He had taken his shorts off while kissing me, and once again, we were skin to skin, and so close to taking it a step too far without the proper protection. I could feel him against me, heavy and engorged and ready to slide inside of me. I was wet for him, open, ready and warm for him.

  “When was the last time you were tested?” Leo murmured against my neck as his fingers skated over my chest.

  “Four months ago,” I answered as my fingers trailed over his back.

  “I was tested three weeks before you came last month.” He pulled back and looked at me intently. “I haven’t been with anyone since. Have…have you…”

  My heart fell. Like fell out of the sky and was still falling. I didn’t want to have that d
iscussion, not at that moment. Not ever if I could help it.

  It was so small, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he missed it, but he didn’t. Leo didn’t miss the tiny nodding of my head.

  It was as if I had punched him in the chest, knocking all of the air out of him. “When?” he asked breathlessly. “When?”

  “When I was in California,” I whispered. “Leo, just…just use a condom.”

  He continued to stare at me though, and I could feel him softening against me.

  “Was it…was it your ex? Xander?”

  I closed my eyes for a moment, and he took that as an answer. He rolled off of me and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Is that why you were so reluctant to be with me?” he asked, looking at me over his shoulder. “You were kind of still with Xander? Or you still love Xander?”

  “That had nothing to do with Xander, and you know it,” I said, sitting up. “You can’t possibly be upset about that. It happened before I got here.”

  He pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. “I know. I know it’s not fair, but I just…I need to be convinced that this real.”

  “I could say the same thing,” I said irritably. “It’s not like it’s been two years since you got laid. How do I know you’re not still hung up on whoever you were boning before I got here?”

  His eyebrows shot up in amusement. “Boning? I haven’t heard anyone use that term since fifth grade.”

  “Shut up,” I snapped and crossed my arms.

  Leo turned to face me now, a big humorous grin on his face. “You are a New York Times bestselling author and that’s the best you can do? Boning?”

  “Go fuck yourself,” I said crossly.

  He moved onto the bed and straddled my legs as his hands went into my hair.

  “Again, your language is so amateurish at best. How the hell do you sell books with such crappy dialog?”

  Annoyed, I attempted to push him away and off of me by putting my hands on his hard chest, but he only chuckled before forcing my head back and kissing me. All of the fight left me as his tongue swept into my mouth and one hand palmed a hard nipple.

  “We’ll both get tested as soon as possible,” Leo said as he grabbed a condom out of my unpacked suitcase. “I don’t want anything between us. Ever.”

  I nodded my acquiescence. He rolled on the condom and kneeled between my parted legs.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being inside of you,” he said, staring down at my sex as if it was a precious treasure.

  He pushed into me slowly. I was sore from our all-nighter and morning romp, but it still felt incredible to feel his large erection stretching me and filling me. I gasped when I felt his balls on the curve of my ass and the head of his cock at the opening of my womb, pressing on it.

  Leo started to curse softly in Italian as he began to move slowly inside of me. My fingers dug into the flesh of his ass, pulling him to me with each thrust. I moaned and whispered his name. The scent of sex began to perfume the air, blending with Leo’s citrusy, leather, and beach scents. The combination was driving me wild.

  “Roll over onto your back,” I said huskily.

  He didn’t question me or hesitate. He rolled over, pulling me with him. I sat up and bit back a scream as I came down on his thick cock, taking him deep and hard. Leo reached up to my breasts and began to pinch and pluck at my nipples as I rode him.

  “I love looking at your face when I’m inside of you,” Leo said, reaching up with one hand and caressing my cheek. “Your cheeks turn pink, your eyes are bright…” He moaned and briefly closed his eyes as I moved my hips in a circular motion. When his eyes opened again, they were more green than blue. They looked hot, as if they were burning and on fire. “Your lips are parted,” he said with great effort through a groan. “You look so perfect. I would have never…” He groaned again and put his hands on my hips, pressing his fingers into my skin. “I would have never imagined you’d look so fucking perfect.”

  He began to take control, as was in his nature, and thrust into me as he moved my hips. My cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room, making beautiful music with Leo’s moans and chanting of my name and calling me his beautiful love, his life in Italian. When my orgasm began to ripple through my body, my back arched, my head fell back, and Leo squeezed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I screamed, praying to whoever would listen and calling out my lover’s name. He growled through his orgasm, thrusting hard into me.

  I collapsed onto him, my head on his shoulder and my hair everywhere. He wrapped his arms tightly around me. He swept my hair to one side and kissed the shell of my ear, whispering sweet words and then…

  “Ti amo. Ti amerò, per sempre. Sposami.”

  I love you, forever. I love you. Marry me.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Where did you get this dress?” Leo asked me early the next afternoon as I tied his blue bowtie.

  “I bought it,” I answered. “Obviously.”

  “I mean when? I unpacked all of your stuff early this morning, and I didn’t see this.”

  I gave him a look of disapproval. At the ass crack of dawn, Leo unceremoniously unpacked my suitcases and bags, insisting that I leave most, if not all of my things there as a symbolic gesture of my inevitable return, even though I still had a few days before I was to leave. I argued that he didn’t need any symbolic gestures, just my word, and besides, everything I had with me was my usual traveling gear. They were easy to pack things, and I had a little bit of something for all occasions.

  “I went out this morning when you went to go help your friend with wedding stuff.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were going?” he asked, sounding disappointed. “I would have given you some money or my credit card.”

  “Why?” I asked, confused. I tightened the tie and stepped away to find my shoes.

  “Because you’re mine,” Leo said simply. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

  “I’m not one of your rental units,” I said, trying not to snap at him.

  “No, you’re not an object, but you’re mine just the same, and I want to always take care of you.”

  “I didn’t need you to take care of me,” I said, slipping on the red pumps. “I just needed a dress, which I was able to buy myself. So, I did.”

  “Next time, I buy the dress, or whatever else you need or want,” Leo said, and he was absolutely serious.

  I didn’t want to argue with him about it. I had a feeling it would be something we would always bump heads on, but for the time being, I just went with it.

  “Okay,” I said and kissed his cheek. I started to walk away again, but he grabbed me around the waist.

  “I do like your new dress, though,” he admitted, running a hand over my bare shoulder. “I like it enough to push it up and bend you over the bed.”

  I giggled and pushed him away. “Not now. We’re going to be late.”

  “When we get home, I’m pushing that dress up over your thighs and making you scream.” Leo said it like a warning.

  The dress in question was knee length, white, with black hibiscus flowers smattered about, a red sash at the waist and spaghetti straps. It was a slimmer fit than the dress I wore in Disney.

  “If you tear this dress or pull one thread out of place, I will kick your ass,” I warned him as I picked up my purse.

  “If I tear the dress, that will be sexy as hell,” Leo said, kissing my neck. “And then I will buy you a new one.”

  I shook my head, kissed him quickly, and then rushed him out of the door.

  Gil and Leah, Leo’s good friend and his fiancée were getting married on a yacht. I was concerned with being stuck out on the water with a bunch of people I didn’t know, but I didn’t have to worry because the yacht wasn’t going anywhere, thank goodness.

  In the car, I tried to keep the conversation light and normal. I did not want to talk about the five-hundred pound gorilla in the car. I did not want to discuss Leo’s post coi
tus proposal. I didn’t answer him. I pretended not to hear, or that the question was so moving that I had to put my tongue in his mouth until we were too sleepy to speak. He didn’t bring it up in the morning after unpacking all of my stuff, either, but I knew that he didn’t forget about it, that it wasn’t said just because he was having an orgasm. I knew by the way I would catch him looking at me, deep in thought, and maybe waiting for me to bring it up, but I didn’t want to bring it up. Marriage? I couldn’t think about marriage. We still had so many hurdles to leap, and we weren’t even a full forty-eight hours into our relationship yet. I know that I had known Leo for nearly half of my life, but there were nine years we weren’t together. Nine long years, and I couldn’t say yes to a proposal after two weeks of getting to know him again and less than two days of being in an actual relationship with him. I wasn’t the most responsible person in the world, but that would have been highly irresponsible, and perhaps a little stupid.

  “After the ceremony, we’ll be doing pictures,” Leo said as we pulled into the marina parking lot. “It will be cocktail hour for you and the other guests. After they announce us, and after they have their first dance, I’ll be able to join you at our assigned table. I’m going to introduce you to Christina. She’s Gil’s cousin. She’ll be your buddy until I can meet up with you.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  We started to get out of the car, but Leo stopped and grabbed my arm. He looked so serious and…worried.

  “Just…” he started, but seemed to lose whatever words he wanted to say. “After their dance, before we eat, I want to talk to you about something. I should have probably talked to you about it already, but…I didn’t. So, just remember your promise, Tabitha. Please.”

  I gaped at him. He was really afraid I was going to leave, and if he were really afraid I was going to leave, it must have been for a very good reason.

  “What aren’t you telling me, Leo?”

  “I don’t have time to talk about it right now. After—”