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“Are you always so…forward?”
He shrugged. “Why not? How else are you supposed to get what you want if you don’t put it out there?” He clasped his hands behind his head as he studied her. “Do you like rainbows?”
She spluttered—might have snorted a little. What a strange way to change the subject. She couldn’t decide if he was playing some sort of game with her—one she wasn’t in on—or if he was naturally mysterious, charming, a little odd, and exceptionally bold. “Um…who doesn’t?”
“Take a walk with me. Let’s see if we can find one.”
She laughed. “You’re a little nuts, aren’t you?”
“How about a little bet? If we don’t find a rainbow, I’ll grant you a wish. Anything you want. If we do, you take me home with you tonight.”
It was a silly game and she couldn’t figure out why he wanted to play it. Obviously a rainbow wasn’t going to magically appear, so that meant he’d lose the bet. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d seen one. Maybe he was so confident that he assumed her wish would be a night of naked with him. But whatever, she’d play and see where it led. “You’re on.”
He stood, took her hand, and helped her from her seat—all gentleman like—and didn’t let go. He entwined his fingers with hers as he led her outside, his grip strong but gentle. The sun, still high in the spring sky, warmed her skin. Or maybe it was just his nearness, his touch.
She looked around as they strolled down the flower-lined sidewalk. Pretty but no rainbow. “You lose,” she teased.
“So impatient,” he scolded playfully. “Keep walking.”
When they came to the end of the sidewalk, where it met the trail in the woods that she jogged each morning, she peered up at him and was only half joking when she asked, “You’re not planning to seduce me in the woods, are you?”
“The thought had crossed my mind.” He winked at her. “But not until after I’ve won the bet.”
“There’s no ra—” What the hell? A rainbow, that couldn’t be more than fifty yards ahead of them, formed as she stared in awe. It was as if it was being painted in the sky as she watched. She shot him a look. “How? I mean, are you some kind of psychic meteorologist or something?”
A sly grin curved his lips. “Or something.”
She turned back to the rainbow. It was the most intense, perfectly formed rainbow she’d ever seen, almost blinding in its brilliance.
“Do you like it?”
She nodded. “It’s breathtaking. How did you know?”
“I made it just for you.” He looked and sounded so sincere, she’d have believed him if she didn’t know it was impossible.
“Riiight,” she said sarcastically. “Well, I appreciate you showing me even if you don’t want to share your secret with me.” She tugged at his hand. “Come on. It’s so close. Let’s see if we can find the end.”
*
He let her lead him through the woods. Halfway down the trail, she stopped short, her mouth hanging open.
“Oh my God! Look at that!” she practically squealed.
The end of the rainbow shimmered not fifteen feet in front of them. Her excitement was adorable and he hated to take it from her, but he couldn’t let her reach the end. Not yet. With a small wave of his hand, the rainbow disappeared in an instant. She blanched, shook her head, and spun around scanning the area.
She crinkled her nose in disappointment. “Where’d it go?”
“Maybe the leprechaun who created it wasn’t sure you were ready for an end of rainbow experience.” If only she knew how true that was and how he wished it was otherwise.
She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him the side eye. “I thought you said you made it for me.”
He shrugged casually, feeling anything but. He’d never shared his secret with a human before. Never. So why did the urge to share the truth with her burn inside him?
“Maybe I’m a leprechaun.” Had he seriously just said that?
She burst out laughing, doubling over. “You really are a little nuts.” When she composed herself, she studied the area again before sighing and turning her gaze back to him. “Oh well, I guess I wasn’t meant to find a pot of gold.”
“But you can still get lucky,” he said suggestively. They were so close to his portal, the urge to pull her into his home and prove his claim to her was hard to fight, but that would surely scare her away and that was not an option. “You do agree that I won, don’t you?”
*
“Oh…yeah.” She’d been so shocked, so awed by the rainbow, she’d forgotten about the bet. When she peered into his mesmerizing eyes, there was no longer any thought of him being a serial killer. Bank robber was still up in the air, but she could work with that. “Yes,” her voice was barely more than a whisper. “You won.”
His carnal gaze held her captive, her knees going weak, her stomach knotting in anticipation. Was she really going to go through with it? What would he do if she reneged?
“Sky, I’m not an animal. I won’t hold you to the bet.” He reached out and stroked his thumb across her bottom lip, sending shivers of excitement through her system. “But, what about one kiss?”
God yes. One kiss, she could definitely do. Maybe three or four. An opportunity like this didn’t come along every day and she wasn’t going to squander it. She didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. Instead, she reached up and slid her fingers through his thick hair and parted her lips.
He leaned down slowly, much too slowly. When their lips met, she melted into him. His tongue darted into her mouth, teasing her, tantalizing her. He tasted of spice and smelled like a spring meadow.
She clung to him as his hand kneaded its way down her back, then grabbed a handful of ass, her body coming alive at his touch. Nothing that felt so right could possibly be wrong, could it? She couldn’t remember ever being so enraptured by a kiss and she wanted—no needed—more. All.
*
Desmond wanted to devour her, to strip her naked, throw her to the ground, and pleasure her until she screamed his name. Sky tasted of heaven and he knew being inside her would feel like heaven. He wouldn’t hold her to the bet, but if she gave herself to him, he damn sure wouldn’t say no. He trailed kisses across her cheek and breathed against her ear, “I want you, Sky.”
She ran her palms up his chest and popped open a shirt button. “Me too,” she said. “I wanted you at first sight.”
“Me too,” he said as he claimed her lips again.
Struggling with his buttons, she ripped one off. “Sorry.”
“I don’t care. Rip them all off.”
As if suddenly aware of her surroundings, she said, “Maybe we should go—”
He moved them a few feet to the left within the magical outer perimeter of the portal. It would keep them hidden if anyone passed by. There was no way he could wait another five minutes to get to her house. He needed her, needed to touch her, now.
“I promise you no one will see.” Grabbing the hem of her tank top, he whipped it over her head. Her small but perky breasts sported tight, beaded nipples that he couldn’t wait to taste. “Gods, you’re delectable, Sky.” He dipped his head, sucking one and then the other.
*
Sky didn’t know why she believed that no one would see them, but something in his voice, in his eyes, made her believe it. And at this point, she didn’t much give a damn anyway. All that mattered was his mouth on her. She arched her back pressing her breast tighter to him.
She shivered when he released her nipple, his lips blazing a hot, wet trail down her abdomen. Hot, tingling sensations zipped through her, settling between her legs, making her desperate for more.
“I want to lick your pussy, Sky,” he breathed against her stomach. “Do you taste as sweet as I imagine?”
Oh God. Gorgeous beyond belief, fun, and a dirty talker? Perfect. She vaguely wondered what was wrong with him. There had to be something. No one was that perfect.
“Tell me. Do you?” he urge
d.
“I don’t know,” she gasped and moved his hands to the waist of her pants. “You tell me.”
“Mmm.” He nipped her stomach. “My pleasure.”
He kneeled in front of her, made quick work of removing her shoes, then grabbed the waist of her pants and stripped them to her ankles in one smooth yank. As soon as she stepped out of them, he placed his hands between her thighs, urging her to spread her legs. At first, he only stared, an awed look on his face, then he gripped her thighs and buried his face between her legs. She gasped, thighs trembling as his hot, skilled mouth connected with her yearning flesh.
“Sweeter than I imagined.” Stripping his shirt, he spread it on the ground, then laid back. He crooked a finger at her. “Come.” He pointed to his lips. “Sit here.”
Knees almost buckling from the affect his words had on her, she did as he commanded and kneeled over him. He gripped her hips, pulling her down until her pussy connected with his lips. He kissed it passionately, hungrily the way he’d kissed her mouth, then alternated thrusting his tongue deep inside her and rolling it around her sensitive clit.
She couldn’t believe she was getting freaky in the woods with a man she’d only met an hour ago. She was no prude, she embraced her sexuality, but even so, this was a stretch for her. There was just something about him, something that put her at ease, made her trust him, and at the same time made her crazy with desire. He felt…right.
“That’s it,” she encouraged as his tongue thrust in firm, quick strokes against her clit. Her hips bucked of their own accord as the sensations drove her higher. He was good. So good. Knew just what she needed and she was already on the brink, ready to fall apart.
Her blood thrummed in her veins, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her muscles knotted, entire body going rigid as climax overtook her. She thought she might pass out from the rapture racking her body. “Yes! Des!”
He continued lapping at her, tonguing her until the last waves of euphoria washed over her. When she regained some semblance of coordination, she scooted down his body, hurriedly unzipped and shucked his pants down just enough so that she had access to his thick cock. The desire to suck it warred with the desire to know how it felt to have him inside her.
“Take it, Sky. Fuck it like you mean it.”
Oh, she would, but first, one taste. Gripping his hard length, she bent forward and sucked the head into her mouth, the salty pre-come coating her tongue.
His hips jerked and he groaned. “Ah yeah. I want to come in your mouth, Sky, but I want to feel your hot pussy on my cock first.”
She moaned at the visual his dirty talk provoked and she couldn’t wait another second. Crawling up his body, she straddled him, rubbing her wetness along his length, before shifting her hips and taking him inside in one deft downward motion.
They gasped in unison. His emerald gaze smoldered, threatened to turn her to ash.
“Do I feel as good to you as you do to me?” he asked as he thrust against her.
“Yeah,” she said as she gyrated her hips, working his cock inside her the way she wanted, needed.
“Tell me.”
God, he was driving her wild. He sat up straight, placed one hand behind her head and kissed her—his mouth demanding, hot, sensual—as she rocked back and forth.
“Tell me,” he urged again.
“You,” she panted, “feel so fucking good.” It was an understatement. He filled her perfectly, they fit as if they were made for each other, and she feared he’d already ruined her for other men.
“That’s what I want to hear, Sky.”
He reached between them, circling her still sensitive clit with firm strokes of his thumb. His cock, angled perfectly, hit that sweet spot inside her on every grind, every thrust. She shuddered, her legs quaking as intense pleasure knotted deep inside her.
A rush of ecstasy blinded her, a shattering moan tearing from her throat. The world around them disappeared. There were no trees, no pine needles, no birds singing, no nothing. It was only their bodies, joined as one, pleasure, heat, hearts pounding, and in that moment Sky knew heaven.
She slumped forward against him, brainless, boneless. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, pumping into her the little he could from his restricted position.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she breathed as she slowly rocked against his throbbing cock. She still needed to take care of him—couldn’t wait to see, to feel his release, to know she’d made him feel as fantastic as he’d made her feel. “Think I left my body for a second.”
“I’m close, Sky. Can you feel how hard I am for you, how close I am to exploding because of you?”
“Mmm. Hmm.” She rocked faster, ground harder against him. “Come Des.”
“Where do you want it?” He nipped at her neck. “Your pussy?” When she only groaned, he nipped her neck harder. “Your mouth?” He gripped a handful of her ass, pulling her against him harder. “Tell me.”
No one had ever spoken to her quite like that, but she freaking loved it. She couldn’t decide if she wanted him to come inside her or come in her mouth. The idea of both ramped up her desire, had her bucking wildly on his cock.
“It’s coming, Sky. Now,” he gritted out, his voice strained.
At the last second, she backed off him, kneeled between his legs and sucked his slick cock into her mouth.
“That’s it. Fuck yeah.” He roared, his body going rigid.
She sucked him deep as his tangy semen coated her tongue, jetted to the back of her throat. She didn’t stop the frenzied assault on his cock until he softened inside her mouth.
“Come here,” he said between panting breaths.
She crawled up his body. When he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, she could feel his heart pounding against her chest.
“You’re so good, Sky.”
“Mmm. Ditto.”
He lightly stroked her hair and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead as their breathing calmed. They lay there awhile, content, sated and Sky wished they could stay like that forever. When she heard a twig snap nearby, she jerked upright and looked around, but didn’t see anyone…yet. “We should get dressed before we get arrested.”
He chuckled, all sexy and throaty. “But I’m enjoying the view. An arrest would be worth it.”
“Pfft.” She quickly scrambled into her clothes while he lay there, pants down, just watching. God, what a sight he presented. Made her reconsider.
Once she was finished, he sighed, righted himself, and scooped her into his arms with little effort.
“What’re you doing?” she asked.
“I’m carrying you home.”
“I can walk, you know.”
He frowned. “Then I definitely haven’t done my job.”
She burst out laughing and twirled a finger around a lock of his hair. “Well, you can always spend the night and we can work on me not being able to walk.”
“Yes,” he winked at her, “that’s exactly what I was thinking.”
****
The next morning, Sky stretched her hands over her head. Her muscles ached from a long night of fantastic sex and she wouldn’t mind a little more this morning. Who needed jogging when she had a sex god next to her? A smile curved her lips at that thought, but when she turned over, Des wasn’t there. Maybe he was an early riser and was making coffee or breakfast.
Excited to see his handsome face, she threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. She didn’t bother dressing, just strolled to the kitchen naked, but he wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the living room either. He’d left. She looked around for a note and disappointment swamped her when she found nothing.
Flopping back down on the bed, she noticed something on the pillow he’d used. She picked it up. How freaking weird. A clover. A four-leaf clover. It must’ve been stuck in his hair or on her clothing from their time in the woods. As a kid, she’d searched for four-leaf clovers, hoping for good luck, but never found one
. Hmm. Maybe it was a good sign.
Twirling the clover between thumb and forefinger, she went over the events of yesterday. Had she imagined the connection she’d felt between them? It hadn’t been just sex. They’d laughed, teased, and talked before, during, and after each mind-blowing orgasm.
Surely he hadn’t ditched her. Not after the night they’d shared. No way. She’d give him the benefit of the doubt. He must have had a good reason for leaving without a word. If he didn’t stop by before she had to leave this morning, surely he’d meet her at the pub later as they’d planned. If not, she’d be crushed, but at least she’d always have an incredible memory to keep her warm at night.
The End…For Now
Did Desmond ditch Sky or will he return and share his secret with her? Find out in the next installment.
About the Author
Jocelyn was born in Iowa and currently resides in hot-as-hell Texas. She shares her home with her very own 6'4" alpha male and varying numbers of spoiled cats and dogs. She thinks dragonflies are awesome, spiders are creepy and it’s rumored that she sleeps with a machete by her bed in case zombies attack in the middle of the night. Jocelyn writes paranormal and contemporary romances that include humor, lust, love, and four-letter words on the way to a Happily-Ever-After.
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