Sinfully Delicious: Six Scintillating Stories of Sweets, Treats, and Happily Ever Afters

by Gauthier, Crystal L.

  He lifted his head and stared into my eyes, the world seeming to stop with that one look. I saw desire there and it made my heart soar and my confidence grow.

  He gave me that lopsided grin that pulled the breath from my lungs and began kissing his way down my body; his tongue rasping against my overheated flesh and tattooing the trail he was taking onto my body forever.

  His hands slid down my thighs and gently parted them and only a moment later his wonderful, skilled mouth touched me at my core, pulling a desperate gasp from my lungs as I arched my hips.

  I looked down and saw his eyes gazing up at me as his mouth did things which had never been done to me before.

  I could feel my orgasm building in my gut, causing my breath to come out in quick, jerky puffs and the rush of pleasure hitting me was beyond anything I ever could have imagined.

  I threw my head back against the cushions as I hit my release and cried out to him. His name passing my lips like some sacred mantra.

  My orgasm hit me like an atomic bomb. It was explosive, and I bit down on my lip to the point that I tasted blood as stars flashed and blinked behind my eyes.

  “Christ, you taste amazin’,” I heard him husk as he slid back up my body and stationed himself between my trembling legs.

  His mouth once again covered mine as he slowly slid inside me. I knew that he was giving me time to adjust; he was large, and it had been over three years since I had been with anyone and that had just been a stupid, drunken mistake.

  I wrapped my legs around him and tilted my hips up, wanting him buried as far as he could possibly go.

  I craved that connection to him.

  He moaned into my mouth and began to move, his rhythm slow and steady as he seemed to hit every freaking erogenous zone I possessed.

  I swear to all the Gods in the Heavens…nothing had ever felt so right!

  My nails skimmed down his back, scoring the skin and finally clutched his backside, begging for more.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  He moved faster, almost pulling all the way out before slamming back into me with an intensity that had me seeing the most wonderful flashes of light behind my closed eyelids.

  We rolled, and suddenly I was above him, setting the pace. His hands cupped my breasts and he caressed my aching peaks, bringing little moans of pleasure to my lips.

  I opened my eyes and our gazes locked and fused as I rolled my hips against him, pulling another very sexy sound from him as he flipped us once more. He slipped his arms under my knees and lifted my legs so he could delve deeper… and it was my undoing.

  My orgasm slammed through me like a sonic boom and I cried out.

  I felt his body shudder against mine as he thrust into me once more and held still, burying his face into the side of my neck and licking at my pulse.

  I wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could, not wanting it to end and rode out the tremors that kept hitting me in wave after wave of glorious euphoria.

  Jumping Jesus! Who knew ?

  Who knew that anything could be this impossibly phenomenal?

  Jack rolled over and pulled me with him, cradling my head against his chest. I placed a kiss against it and smiled, thinking that the world was a pretty damned amazing place after all.

  “I swear you are going to be the end of me,” Jack whispered against the top of my head, his lips lingering there, and I heard him inhale deeply.

  “You think?” I laughed, feeling saucy and playful and content. I couldn’t explain it, I was completely at ease with him.

  Normally, I would have run for the bathroom to quickly dress and get out, but with Jack, I wanted to stay in his arms forever. Forget about the outside world and create our own Eden, right here within his walls.

  “Hmm, well. Let’s see,” he murmured, sounding so content and sated. “I’ve just had the most explosive orgasm of my existence, and, believe it or not, I already want you again. I’d safely say that in a maximum of about two days, I’m goin’ to be nothing but a pile of ash at your feet.”

  That struck me as exceptionally funny and I buried my face against his chest and laughed until tears ran down my cheeks and wet his skin.

  “Come on,” he said, turning away and standing. He held out his hand and helped me up.

  My legs felt all kinds of wobbly as I prayer that I wouldn’t fall on my ass.

  Holy crap! The man had wrecked me!

  I grabbed his shirt from where it lay on the floor and slipped it on, still not completely comfortable with being totally butt naked in front of him.

  Sometimes it just really sucked not being comfortable in your own skin, but when you were standing in front of a Greek Adonis – who would be?

  He intertwined our fingers and led me down the hall towards his bedroom.

  “I don’t know why you bothered puttin’ that on,” he teased with a wicked grin. “I’m just going to have you out of it in about two seconds.”

  I giggled like some sort of nutcase but couldn’t have cared less.

  For the very first time in my life, I felt as if I had the world at my fingertips and planned to damn well enjoy every moment of it!

  We walked down the hall and through the doorway into the most amazing bedroom ever!

  Holy shit it was magnificent!

  It was masculine and dark and the king-sized bed sitting in the middle of the room was like nothing I had ever seen before.

  One wall was floor to ceiling windows looking out at the ocean and I thought that I could be content to just stay in there forever.

  Jack led me to the bed and eased the shirt from my shoulders, placing tiny kisses on my skin as he did.

  I don’t know how, but I wanted him again so much that I actually ached . It was as if I couldn’t get enough of him.

  My hands slid up his chest and I pushed him down onto the bed, bringing the most wonderful laugh from him. It was slow and husky and filled with want and desire and it had my toes curling into the thick carpeting at my feet.

  I crawled onto the bed and settled myself at his hip, tracing my finger down his incredible chest, over those damn sexy as hell six pack abs, and right to his happy trail.

  I lowered myself and took him into my mouth, hearing his sudden sucking in of air, right before a contented groan filled the air as I slid my tongue down and around his steely shaft, taking a moment to kiss the crown.

  I felt his hand slide into my hair and smiled at the gentleness of his touch. He wasn’t directing me, he was merely touching me, a light, tender caress, and I had never experienced anything like it before. It was as if he only wanted the contact, not to dominate.

  Never had a man let me give what I wanted and not taken.

  Oh, good Lord…I was digging myself in so deep I was smelling eggrolls!

  My hand slid forward, and I cupped him, hot, heavy…wondrous .

  I felt him lift his hips slightly and took him deeper, as deeply as I possibly could- wanting to give him the ultimate pleasure.

  “Good God, Lacy…” It came out a soft, guttural rasp and my body tingled from just the sound of it. “I need you.”

  He gently pulled me away from him and up to his waiting mouth and it crashed against mine – his hands moving across my body.

  He turned us over and slid between my thighs, his erection pressing against me and I tried to move to join us, but he shook his head slightly.

  “Not yet,” he instructed softly against my lips, and he began to travel down. Placing kisses on my jaw, my collarbone, finally my breast.

  His mouth was hot and wet as he pulled my sensitive peak into his mouth and suckled, and my toes curled again, dug down into the mattress.

  “Please, Jack,” I begged, needing completion more than I needed air.

  He lifted his head and smiled, those incredible blue eyes smoldering. He moved, and in one quick thrust was buried to the hilt, and I arched off the bed as I sucked air into my lungs.

  “Oh, my God!” I hissed through clenched teeth.


  Jack began to rock into me, his movements swift and steady and in no time at all, I found myself on that precipice of another earth-shattering release.

  I knew he was close, and I tried to hold back, but when he swirled his hips against mine…I was gone. There was just no stopping it. It was a force of nature!

  “Now, Jack!” I screamed as those glorious tremors assaulted my body in the most delicious way and I felt him stiffen, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

  He collapsed against me, his mouth at my ear, his breath blowing the hair there and tickling my cheek. But, I was too spent to even giggle.

  Jack shifted to lay beside me and I found myself missing the feel of his weight pushing me down into the mattress. When he wrapped me in his arms and nuzzled my neck, I decided that that was pretty freaking incredible too.

  “You are amazin’,” he breathed against my temple.

  “You aren’t too shabby yourself, Sport, ” I replied softly, my eyes growing heavy as I fought off a yawn.

  Jack covered us with the comforter and placed a tender kiss to my lips. “Get some sleep, Sweetheart. I have plans for you in the mornin’.”

  “You do?” I responded on another yawn, snuggling myself against his strong frame and absolutely loving the feel of him against mine.

  “Indeed, I do,” he chuckled. “I plan on feeding you breakfast, then spending the day in bed. Cheesy movies and…other things.”

  “Mm, cupcakes?” I asked with a laugh.

  “Possibly. And your favorite would be?”

  “Red velvet…”

  Chapter Seven

  I woke abruptl y , positively chilled to the bone, and flipped over to find Jack gone. I searched for a clock and finally found the glowing red numbers letting me know that it was just a little after three a.m.

  I felt the space Jack had occupied only a few hours before and found it cool to the touch.

  What the hell ?

  I slipped from the bed and shrugged into Jack’s shirt.

  I padded from the room and into the living area, glancing around in something close to panic. Why had he left?

  I spotted him standing out on the deck, his hands holding the railing as he stared out at the ocean. He wore only his boxers, and I have to say, the sight of him standing there in the moonlight took my breath away.

  I couldn’t move. I could only stand there like a statue and stare at the amazing specimen of male perfection.

  What in the hell was he doing with me?

  I chewed at my bottom lip, wondering if I could go out there, or if he was standing there contemplating what a mistake he had just made.

  The very thought caused a painful clenching in my gut.

  Never one to put off the inevitable, I wandered over to the set of French doors and stepped out. Straightening my spine as I did.

  Time to put on the big girl panties.

  “Jack?”

  He turned toward me, those unbelievable eyes taking me in from head to toe and he lifted his hand, holding it out to me in silent invitation.

  I walked over to him on unsteady legs. A part of me wondering if my world was about to come crashing down around me.

  He looked troubled. And that realization scared the ever-loving hell out of me. Something was definitely wrong. Very wrong. I could feel it.

  “Is everything all right?” I asked quietly and wanted to jump right into the damn ocean when I heard my voice shaking. That last thing I wanted was to sound whiny or…desperate . But, in a way, I was. I found myself really liking him. More than I had ever like anyone else, and if he told me that this had all just been a conquest for him – it would crush me.

  Jack hugged me to him tightly, burying his face in my hair and my body started to quake.

  “Baby, we need to talk,” his voice, so low and tortured, knocked my quaking up a few notches. Here it comes , I thought with a sigh. I knew this was all just too good to be true.

  I mean who the hell was I to even begin to think I was anywhere near being in Jack’s league?

  I nodded and took a step back, stepping out of his embrace. I couldn’t stand to have him holding me as he told me to hit the road.

  That would be much too hard.

  “Let me guess,” I choked out, trying hard to find my sense of humor, but failing miserably. My stomach was churning to the point that I felt as if I was going to be sick. “You’re married?”

  “No.”

  “Gay?”

  He lifted his brow and gave me a look.

  Yeah, yeah. I knew that there was no way in Hell he was gay, not after the night we had just had, but...I just felt confusion and fear crawling along my spine and snarky was my go to defense.

  Laugh it off. Make a joke. That was me.

  “There’s something I need to tell you,” he said, his voice no more than a whisper and I found myself straining to hear him over the crashing of the waves. It was a sound I normally loved, but for some reason seemed foreboding at the moment.

  I took a deep breath and nodded.

  Let’s just get it over with, Sport. I thought with another clenching of my gut. I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to ward off the chill that had overtaken me.

  Jack took a step forward, reached out and grasped my arms, and as crazy as it may sound, his touch was still the most amazing thing I had ever experienced.

  “Well,” I said, my voice coming out in a tangled croak. “Let’s do this. Just like a band aid, Sport. Rip it off.”

  Jack studied me a moment, his eyes skimming over my face as if he was memorizing it and that did nothing to put me at ease.

  “Lacy, I care about you. So much. Christ, more than I probably should, but you need to know who and what I am.” He shook his head and I could see the torment in his expression, and my heart did a strange flip inside of my chest.

  “I’m not understanding you, Jack,” I choked out. Wondering just where in the hell this all was leading.

  He sighed, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders and I just wanted to take him into my arms and tell him that it was going to be all right, that no matter what it was, we could get through it - but, I couldn’t…because I didn’t know if it was, or that we could .

  I knew that what he was about to tell me was big, and that it might just change everything between us in an instant.

  “Lacy, I’m not…I’m not exactly human .”

  I felt my eyes widen in surprise.

  Wait…what ?

  The first thing to come to my mind was - are you freaking kidding me ?

  What? Was he telling me he was some kind of alien or something?

  Good God! I mean, if he wanted to dump me, at least he could have come up with a better excuse than that! It was almost laughable and if I wasn’t so scared of losing him, I might have done just that. I shook my head and took another breath.

  Okay. I’m game.

  “Then, just what are you?” I asked. I mean…I had to. I needed to see how far he was going to dig himself in.

  “I don’t know how to say this,” he breathed, his body shuddering slightly. “Lacy… I’m a vampire.”

  He said the words so seriously that I could have almost believed them, but it was only a moment later that I burst out with a short, bitter laugh.

  Oh, this was rich!

  “Yeah, and I’m Morticia,” I retorted sarcastically, angry as hell.

  Good grief! If he wanted to dump my ass, the least he could do was be honest!

  “You know, Jack,” I said, stepping away from him. I just could not have him touching me in any way, shape, or form.

  Not after pulling out such a lame ass excuse.

  Who was he kidding?

  I walked over to the other side of the deck and looked out, trying to gain some sense of peace from the wind and the waves. But, it just wasn’t working. My world was in complete and utter turmoil and I didn’t know whether I should laugh or cry.

  This was all so insane.

  “If you want t
o end this…fine. I won’t make a scene. Just, please, don’t make up ridiculous shit. Give me a little more credit. We’re both adults here, for God’s sake.”

  Jack came up behind me and laid his hand on my back, so lightly. So tender.

  “I’m not lying to you,” he responded gently. “I would never lie to you. That’s why I needed to tell you this now. I need to be completely honest.”

  With that, I whirled on him, my face growing hot from my anger, not to mention the stinging behind my eyes from the tears that so wanted to break free.

  When I saw the pain in his expression, the anger left me in a sudden, unexpected rush.

  Crap ! He just looked so damn sincere.

  “Prove it,” I whispered with much more bravado than I felt.

  “What?”

  “If you are what you say you are…prove it ,” I repeated, squaring my shoulders. “Turn into a bat or something.”

  Jack shook his head, the tiniest hint of a smile playing at the corners his mouth, although his eyes still seemed so sad and much to my chagrin, I was finding it extremely hard to stay angry.

  “I don’t do bats,” he replied quietly.

  I held his gaze as I tried to think of something…anything to end this insanity. “Show me your fangs then.” I demanded finally.

  I saw his eyes widen for just a moment, then panic hit him and I thought okay, here we go. He didn’t think of that one, now did he?

  Now what are you going to do, Big-boy?

  “I don’t want to scare you,” he murmured, sounding wounded. “I couldn’t stand it if you ever looked at me with fear in your eyes.”

  Oh, Christ! I could have almost believed him!

  “I won’t be afraid,” I insisted. Although, if truth be told, my heart had jumped into my throat and was pounding like a frigging jackhammer, and it was causing me to feel a bit queasy and light headed.

  But, I had to see this through.

  He seemed to debate for a minute, then finally took a deep, shaky breath.

  “All right.” He conceded, although I could tell that he wasn’t exactly happy about it.

  I watched in utter fascination, and just the tiniest bit of fear, as he opened his mouth and I saw freaking fangs descend from his gums as his eyes glowed a luminescent silver.