Renaissance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 5)

by Rebecca Lynn

  She blinked back tears. “Thank you,” she whispered. “That means the world to me.”

  “I also think you’re gorgeous, more intelligent than you let on, gracious, and beyond precious when you’re nervous.” He rested his lips on hers. “You’re sexy in and out of bed, and I don’t know if you fully understand how much I’m looking forward to the days ahead where I can get to know you even better…in every way. Because I already know,” he swallowed, then stopped speaking.

  “Already know what?” She was desperate to hear the answer.

  He moved back a bit so they could make eye contact. “Tell me why you thought you wouldn’t be ‘enough’ for me? There’s a story there. What is it?”

  “I didn’t really ever feel like I was enough for Richard, I guess. No matter how much I did what he asked, it was never enough.” Her voice dropped. “The cheating didn’t stop.”

  “And whose issue was that?” he asked.

  She smiled. “You sound like my therapist.”

  “I’m glad you’re talking stuff through with someone. After my brother died, everyone in my family talked to one person or another to process it. Except my pop. He should probably talk through some more stuff but,” he stopped and just shook his head. “Your ex was,” Drew started then shook his head and blew out a breath. “He was something. Talk about someone with issues, Tiff,” he said. “I hope you’ve realized that he was the one with the problems, not you.”

  “I know. Every once in a while, the insecurities rear their ugly heads. I don’t want you to worry about it though. They’re my own issues, and I don’t want them to get in the way of us.”

  “We all have issues. I want us to share them with each other so we can figure them out together. God knows, when mine pop up, I’ll need you to help me work through them. Like you did the other night after I lost that patient. I want that for us, that connection. I don’t want you to be afraid of talking about your insecurities because you think, I don’t know, that I’ll get mad or something. I want you to talk about them. How else will we figure out our shit and move forward as a couple?”

  Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt giddiness bubble up in her chest. She kissed him softly then whispered, “We’re a couple.” She smiled as the thought really sunk in.

  “Yes, we most certainly are.”

  Finally, she spoke. “You were going to say something a minute ago before you mentioned my ex,” she prompted.

  “I want you to know that you’re enough for me; that I think of you, and,” he said softly, “I know that you’re everything I could ever want, Tiff. I don’t know if that scares you.”

  She smiled at him, happier than she could ever imagine being. “It doesn’t scare me at all.”

  He touched her cheek and kissed her there. “Good. You’re mine and I’m yours.” He waited a beat and watched her, a tentative look passing over his eyes. “Say something.”

  She swallowed. “I want that more than you know.” She couldn’t stop smiling.

  “I want that so much, it hurts, Tiff,” he groaned, then kissed her. “Be mine, baby. All mine.”

  She held his face. “My parents are going to be so happy when they meet you. They’ve heard about you through my conversations with them, but I know they’ll be thrilled to finally meet you.”

  “They’ll be there tomorrow night?” She nodded, then he smiled. “You’ve told them about me?”

  She nodded again. “Whenever the mentoring program came up or the foundation, and I talked about all of you guys who are volunteering. They’ve heard me talk about the ‘doctor’. My mom usually gave me a typical mom look whenever you were mentioned. She knows me too well. I probably got all googley eyed whenever I talked about you, or babbled or something, but I could tell she knew of my attraction to you. And I’m sure the girls hinted at it at times.”

  “Yeah?” he smiled. “What would the girls say?”

  “They’ve known for a while now about how I’ve felt. And with Janie’s big mouth, I’m sure she’s mentioned you to my mom.” She snuggled closer. His body was so hard she just wanted to rub all over him.

  “I’m looking forward to meeting them. You nervous about tomorrow?”

  “No. Just excited.”

  “You’re going to be fantastic. I can’t wait to watch you work it. People are going to be beside themselves when they see the place and what you’ve done. It’s going to be awesome to watch it all.” He paused while they cuddled, then, “I can’t wait to see how the foundation develops. It’s going to be amazing for the neighborhood. You said you found a security firm?”

  “Yeah. For the fundraiser and for the day to day. I feel pretty safe at the warehouse, though.”

  “I know, but it’s the City. You obviously need the security with all of those kids there.”

  She nodded, already distracted because his hand kept stroking her side and causing delicious tingles all over. A comfortable silence came over them until he spoke again.

  “I want to stay tonight. That okay?”

  She looked up at him. “I assumed you would.”

  “Good.” That was all he said.

  She continued looking at him then said, “You can stay a lot longer than tonight, you know. I can already tell that I’m going to miss you like crazy when you’re not sleeping over.”

  His hand pushed her hair back from her face and she cuddled into it. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  “Now that I have you,” she whispered, “I don’t want to let you go.”

  “I think now that we’ve slept the night next to each other, it’s going to be hard not to from now on. I already know that I want to go to bed with you at night and wake up with you in the morning.”

  She swallowed down her emotion. Were they moving too fast? She voiced that very question to him and waited for his response.

  “Is it too fast for you?” he asked her.

  She shook her head ‘no’.

  “It’s not too fast for me either,” he said. “I’m 35, you’re 33. I think we’re past the age of moving too fast,” he chuckled. “And I do like going slow most of the time,” his voice dropped intimately. “Making you crazy, watching you unravel.”

  “You’re too patient,” she disagreed, already knowing where this was going. They’d only had sex a couple of times, and already she knew that his patience was going to be the death of her.

  “Nah, patience is good. So good,” he murmured. He began his slow seduction, starting at her mouth, his tongue licking sensually at her lips and mimicking how slow his thrusts usually were. He nibbled and sucked and kissed all around her mouth, her neck, her cheek. She moved her hips against him to speed him along, but he continued the methodical onslaught to her senses.

  Eventually he moved down her chest, where he lifted her shirt and kissed her belly button. Her skin flinched at the tickling sensation but that didn’t speed him up. He just took his time until he found a nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

  She let out a garbled sound, the new sensation without the ring taking her to a heightened level of pleasure.

  “It’s nice to taste just you,” he murmured. “No metal to get in the way.” He moved to her other and paid it the same respect as her hands went to his head pressing him closer. Her legs naturally went around him and she began pulling at his thin cotton sweater that he still had on.

  He pulled it off over his head along with the t-shirt under it, then hooked his hands into her yoga pants and thong, and pulled them off her body. She was so glad he wasn’t waiting. Once her pants were off, he lifted one leg over the top of the back of the sofa and his repositioning gave her hope that things were going to move a little faster.

  But they didn’t. He just leaned back and looked down between her legs. She began to squirm.

  His tongue came out and touched his lip just as his finger swiped through her arousal, spreading it around and skimming it over her clit. Her hips moved up, reaching for more and he smiled, putting his finger in his mouth an
d sucking her essence from it.

  “Drew,” she begged while looking into his eyes. “Come on.”

  His fingers went back to work, two of them now pushing inside of her slick opening. She breathed out a quiet moan and her hand reached out to him. He captured her hand and licked her fingers into his mouth, sucking around them as his other fingers cupped inside her and rubbed erotically against her G-spot.

  She closed her eyes at the sensation and pumped along his fingers. His mouth moved from her fingers to her palm, then he whispered against it, “Help me out, baby.” She watched as his hand moved to his pants and grappled with undoing the clasp.

  Finally, she wanted scream. Instead, she took him out and fondled him, gripping him hard and stroking him fast.

  He took in a steadying breath but she could tell he was trying not to go off in her hand. His eyes glittered and nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of their lovemaking. Eventually, his hand closed around hers and slowed her pace along his shaft.

  “No,” she practically growled, and tried to swat him away.

  But he wasn’t having it, his heavy lidded gaze so lazy and sexy as he won the battle with their hands. Just at that moment, he pushed his fingers deeper inside her and pressed harder against that spot at the front wall of her sex. It stilled her immediately as she gritted her teeth and clenched down around his fingers holding him there.

  She was so close.

  “Drew,” she begged. “Please. I need more.”

  Then, before she had any more time to think, he removed his fingers and was thrusting the full length of his cock inside her, with her one leg placed at the top of the seat cushion and the other knee up by her ear.

  “Are you sure you don’t want slow, Tiffany?” he grunted. “You don’t want patient?”

  Her cry at his hard invasion was her only response. This time he didn’t slow down, just pushed into her with such force it not only caused the sofa to move but made her yell at the suddenness and strength of his movement.

  “Fuck,” he growled, as he impaled her.

  That one word coupled with his actions put her into a frenzy, pumping her hips, grabbing his shoulders and eventually crying out as he brought them closer to release. He fucked her over and over, the patient Drew now long gone.

  “Drew...God,” she moaned out loud and long.

  “Squeeze me. Come on,” he coaxed her while out of breath, pounding into her and bouncing her on the sofa cushions. “Do you want this?” he yelled.

  “Ah,” she let out. She hoped he understood the answer to be in the affirmative because she couldn’t form words.

  “Fuck, you feel amazing. Come on,” he said between clenched teeth. “You want this? Tell me what you want me to do,” he demanded.

  His words were pushing her closer and she knew the cries coming from her mouth weren’t making any sense. No words could be formed for how incredible she was feeling at the moment.

  “Tell me, Tiff,” he growled.

  “I want you,” she stuttered out, yelling at the force of his thrusts.

  “More. Say more,” he grunted, re-angling his hips so she was now being pushed up the sofa. “You want a hard, fast fuck? Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” she yelled out. “Drew....” She was screaming, coming around him with her muscle spasms out of control as her body shattered into that bittersweet mix of the most intense pleasure and pain. He continued pumping into her, not wanting the sensation to end, until her pleasure crossed over into that feeling that couldn’t be put into words. His body was taking over hers completely until she just lay there and let him pound into her so he could find his own release.

  He roared, straining against her, his cock so deep inside her, she swore it nudged her womb. She had never experienced a man so deep and she nearly blacked out at the stretch and burn he was causing.

  She loved it.

  He wasn’t finished with her and pushed her leg up even further, both legs so wide her ankles were high into the air.

  “Am I hurting you?” he yelled and tried to control the punishing pace.

  “No,” she cried out. “Go. Keep going,” she urged, her throat becoming hoarse.

  “You want this, Tiff?” he growled, and his pace kicked up again.

  “Yes...yes...” she was now screaming. “Don’t stop.”

  He continued his vigorous movements, in and out, in and out, pounding her into the cushions, the sounds of the sofa skidding along the floor only adding to her yells. Her only coherent thought was she hoped she’d survive it so he could do it all over again. He’d never taken her so forcefully, and she knew when it was over, she’d crave more.

  The sofa moved another inch. Shit.

  She was already tumbling into a second orgasm as he crashed into her, each time his shouts thundering louder until he came, slamming into her and pressing her into the cushion while he exploded his seed inside her.

  After a few moments, his body completely relaxed onto hers, and his dead weight felt wonderful even though her legs were getting the stretch of a lifetime.

  “What the fuck?” he asked rhetorically, his chest pulling in air as it pushed into hers, their bodies slick with sweat.

  She couldn’t speak. She just lay their trying to catch her own breath.

  He moved as if he was going to disengage them and she pressed her arms around him, letting her fingers scratch lightly at his back.

  “Don’t move.”

  “I don’t want to suffocate you,” he mumbled into her neck.

  “You’re not. Stay.”

  He did. As several seconds turned into minutes, he finally spoke. “I’m sorry. I was way too rough.” He was so quiet.

  “Are you kidding me? That was incredible,” she admitted.

  She felt a smile from his lips on her neck. “I’m usually more gentlemanly.”

  She laughed thinking of Janie’s comments about the very subject. “You can be as gentlemanly as you want outside of the bedroom.”

  “Shit. Don’t say that, Tiff,” he said under his breath. “You don’t know what you’re saying. I try to slow things down so I don’t go crazy on you. When you beg me like that, it just triggers something in me. That may be as out of control as I’ve ever been, in all seriousness.” He hesitated, but then said, “I love all kinds of sex,” he began, “but I know when I let go, I stop thinking and I don’t want my lack of thinking to hurt you.”

  “I want you to let go every time you’re with me,” she whispered.

  He moved his head to look down at her. “And if I’m too rough? Sometimes I’m afraid I don’t know my own strength.”

  She could feel the heat flushing her face. How could she tell the man that she felt completely alive, loved, and perfectly used when he was giving it to her so hard it made her scream?

  “What are you thinking?” he murmured.

  “I’m thinking,” she swallowed down her embarrassment, “I love to see you lose it. You’re always so steady. I love that you can lose it with me. And,” she paused, “I loved it just now, when you were letting go.”

  His eyes took on a note of appreciative surprise and she felt him twitch inside her.

  “Do you?” he whispered and kissed next to her lips.

  She nodded.

  “You love it hard like that?” he murmured. She felt him growing inside her, lighting up tiny nerve endings. She moved under him.

  “Yeah,” she sighed.

  “I could fuck you like that every night if you wanted, Daniels.”

  “Um,” she said, acting like she was thinking, “okay. If you must.”

  He pumped his hips. “I could fuck you again right now. When your muscles are squeezing me,” he growled out on a whisper. “Don’t tell me you love it when I lose it, Tiff, because once you give me that kind of empowerment, we’re moving this to a whole other level.”

  His words caused her to clench around him, the arousal along her skin so potent, she felt her nipples tighten and her pussy slicken again.r />
  “Don’t tease me, Doctor, and make me promises you may not keep,” she said with a slight groan.

  He pushed hard into her. She bit her lip. Oh, please take this to a whole other level. She was insatiable now that she’d had him.

  He shifted them slightly so they were sitting up and she was straddling him like the first time they’d had sex. He was so deep in this position, and he held her hips down so she could feel every inch of him. “Take off your shirt,” he said with a commanding grin on his face. She had yet to do that.

  She peeled off her shirt.

  “I love looking at you,” he said with such relish, she couldn’t help but shudder. “If you could do anything right now, what would it be? Don’t think, just say it.”

  “I want to touch you,” she said without hesitation. “I love touching your body, feeling it against me. It’s so hard.”

  “Have at me,” he said, bringing his arms out while he said it, then rested his hands back on her hips to keep her still.

  She reached out and ran her hands along his shoulders. They were broad and hard with rippling muscles. Her hands coasted down his biceps where he flexed for her benefit. She smiled and squeezed. Then she got to the place she loved most; his stomach with his six pack and little indents over his hips. She licked her lips and she felt his skin jump under her fingers.

  She looked up at his eyes and they were shining with pleasure. “I like when you touch me,” he murmured with a slumberous smile.

  “It’s quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do.” Her fingers came back up his torso to cup his neck, then she leaned forward until she was flush against his chest. “Your skin is so warm,” she hummed, snuggling deeper down onto his shaft.

  His arms wrapped fully around her back and he kissed the side of her face. “And yours is so soft.”

  She turned her face and kissed his shoulder, leaning up on her knees slightly so she could push back down onto him.