Lingerie on the Floor (The Londonaire Brothers Series Book 1)

by Amanda Aksel

  I raise my fist and knock a lot more politely than last time. Footsteps tread near the door, and I can almost feel him looking at me through the peephole. It opens slowly like a stage curtain before the opening act. Drew’s bare, muscular chest greets me before he does.

  “Hello,” he says, leaning on the doorframe with this arm above his head. I get caught in his spellbinding eyes for a moment, then I take in the view. Drew’s ripped jeans hang low on his waist, revealing that sexy V-shape, like an arrow pointing to the land of pleasure.

  “Well, hello . . .” I say, tightening my stomach. He’s already seen me in lingerie but this is different. This show is just for him and even though I’m getting just a hint of stage fright, the show must go on.

  “Hi.”

  My hands tremble as I pull on the strap of the black trench coat. Drew pushes off the doorframe, centering his stance as if he’s bracing himself for his sexy surprise. His eyes fall from mine, down to my breasts, then to my stomach, my legs, and my toes. A sexy grin spreads across his face and his eyes light up like it’s time to play.

  He runs his finger across his bottom lip. “Why don’t you come in?”

  I strut inside like his entryway is a catwalk. The door clicks shut and I slide the coat off of my shoulders and let it fall at my feet. I spin around to look at him, and without hesitation he plows into me, meeting my lips with a smoldering-hot kiss. Our tongues toy with one another, and I moan in his mouth and he growls with craving. Drew pins me against the cold steel door, but my body is so hot, the metal practically sizzles.

  Drew’s strong hands travel down the edge of my body to my ass. He grabs on, squeezing shamelessly like it’s his new favorite plaything. I dig my nails into his back with one hand and thread my fingers through his hair with the other. He moves his hips, pressing his steel rod against me.

  He takes a breath and smirks, staring into my eyes. “How did you know I liked surprises?”

  “Lucky guess,” I say, breathless.

  “I’ve got a surprise for you too,” he says with his lips tickling the nape of my neck. The base in his voice vibrates my skin and I know I’m gonna love my surprise as much as he loves his.

  Drew gives me an intense stare, swiping two fingers down his tongue. He lowers his hand, his fingers landing on my already throbbing clit. “I should have known you were already wet,” he says swirling the two digits over my salivating pussy.

  “Ooh—” I moan, kissing him.

  He takes my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine and positions our hands over my head. His stubble tickles my jaw as he peppers kisses down to my throat, then sucks on the sensitive skin, still playing between my legs. “You ready for that surprise now?”

  I tug on my lower lip with my teeth, nodding. “Uh-huh.”

  He smirks, letting out a playful laugh. The tips of his fingers cascade down from my wrists to my arms, my nipples, and stomach. He slinks down, teasing my lace-covered nipples with his mouth. Lowering to his knees, he licks my stomach right below my belly button and I tilt my head back. If his tongue feels that good on my stomach, I don’t know if I can handle what I know is coming.

  Drew slips his finger under the lace panty and pushes it to the side. I look down, panting, breathlessly, and grab onto his shoulders. Our eyes meet and he grins devilishly before diving in. His tongue slides between my legs as his mouth cups my swollen, slippery clit. His hand creeps up under the lace, teasing my nipple with his thumb. I moan and take a fistful of his thick, dark hair, holding onto it like horse reins. The sound and sensation of him sucking on me is almost too much.

  “Oh,” I let out, feeling my mouth tingle.

  He lets up, rubbing his wet mouth over my inner thigh. “I love the way you taste.”

  I undulate my hips wanting him to jump back in and go even deeper. He does, bringing his fingers along for the ride. They slide inside me, finding the same spot he discovered last night, pulsing and conquering it while he sucks my soft, sensitive skin between his teeth. I dig my nails into the top of his shoulders, moaning and panting as he brings me to the edge. My body quakes. A sensual wave swells from deep inside of me, rolling all over my body. It’s big and intense like a tsunami, like he’s destroying every sexual wall I’ve ever built.

  “I’m coming,” I whimper, then moan louder and louder until I scream. My legs shake and beg to buckle, but I hold onto him. Breathing heavily, I try to regain full consciousness. What he just did doesn’t surprise me, but the way he did it, the way my body came undone for him—now that was a pleasant surprise.

  Drew rises to his bare feet. “I’ve been dreaming about doing that. It drives me crazy when you moan.”

  My stomach flutters again at the thought of him dreaming about me, about my body. I couldn’t contain my flushed smile even if I wanted to. Drew’s been the star of my fantasies since the photo shoot. I want to say something back—tell him that I love the way he flicks his tongue between my legs and reaches his hand up my chest like he wants all of me at the same time. But my body’s still reeling from the ride. I’m not capable of much more than melting to the floor, relishing his surprise.

  He cups my cheeks and kisses me softly. I let my lids fall, feeling so naked even though I still have my lingerie on. “That was amazing,” I say.

  “Mmm,” he moans, tracing his fingertip over the edge of my forehead, pushing my hair from my face. My lashes flutter until I can meet his gaze. “You’re amazing.”

  And I feel amazing, like I can make his body tremble and burn with passion the way he just did for me. I tilt my chin and kiss him again and again. Trailing my hands down his hard, smooth chest. His rippled abs tighten at my touch and I want nothing more than to drop our clothes to the floor and wrap my legs around his naked body. The button on his jeans is hot and I flick it open, reaching inside and running my hand along his hard shaft.

  He tugs my lower lip with his teeth. “Mmm.”

  Drew lifts me up and I coil around him as he walks me back down the hall. I close my eyes, his luscious lips against mine, and it’s like I’ve lost all sense of reality. Time and space have no bearing on our cosmic collision. He lays me on the bed and I shake my head, regaining more and more of my right mind. Drew smirks and slowly pushes his jeans down, revealing the tip of that V-shape. I wet my bottom lip, staring at his gorgeous cock. Last night I could feel what a big boy he is. Now I can see it. It’s a lot to take in, but I’m ready for him.

  I rise to my snakeskin stilettoes and lock eyes with him. Sliding the straps of my teddy off my shoulders, I roll the lacey piece down my body until it hits the floor. And there we are, the dim light reflecting off our exposed bodies. My heart pounds against my chest as he steps closer.

  He kisses my neck and caresses my shoulder. “You are so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.”

  I let out a slow exhale and he spins me around, pushing my long hair up. When I open my eyes, I take in the view. The London city lights twinkle in the frame of his tall windows draped with a sheer fabric. I gasp as he kisses the nape of my neck and the sensitive skin between my shoulders. It’s like I’ve died and gone to penthouse heaven with a sexual bliss bonus. He steps back, grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

  I crawl onto the bed and lie back on his plushy pillows. He lowers that ridiculous body of his over mine and I open for him, my skin screaming for him. All of him. He kisses me, toying and teasing me with the tip of his rock-solid cock. I encircle my fingers around it and slide it inside.

  “Oh.” It feels even more incredible than it did last night. And I did not think that was possible. “You feel so good,” I whisper into his ear as he rocks steadily, but purposefully, into me.

  We moan into each other’s mouths and I spread my legs wide, opening myself up to him even more. He takes my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine, pinning me against the bed. Okay, I know I didn’t want to even think it before, but there is absolutely no denying it now. Drew Blake is my sex soul mate. “Oh, Drew,” I moan, digging
my fingers near his spine, kissing, and nibbling his shoulders.

  He pulls back, piercing me with his beautiful brown eyes. I want to hold his stare but it’s too much. I let my eyes roll back, allowing myself to exist for the sensation, the ecstasy of it all. When I open them again, he’s watching me, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking, so I smile to get a read on him. He curls his lip into a grin and I relax into him, feeling fucking amazing and boldly sexy.

  I push him up, forcing him on his back, then straddle him like he’s Black Jack, and slide over his shaft. I press into him, moving my hips as I begin to ride. I want to be the American cowgirl of his dreams. He rides along with me and the sensation doubles. I arch my back, my hair cascading down, tickling my skin. He grabs my waist, rocking my hips harder on him.

  “Oh, fuck,” he says, gripping onto my waist. Drew lets his head sink into the pillow—this time he averts his gaze to the ceiling. “You’re so wet, I can’t take it.”

  I giggle. If only he knew that my wetness was only for him. Like it had been pent up inside of me, waiting for his strong hands, his delicious tongue, his beautiful cock.

  “I’m close,” I say.

  His jaw goes slack and he growls as his eyes roll back. I can tell he’s holding on to his release. He doesn’t have to wait much longer because the wave comes, crashing over me even harder than before.

  “I’m coming,” I say, my breath and moans bend around the words. I look down at him, his sexy nine o’clock shadow and those incredible dark eyes. “Oh, Drew!” I scream.

  He rocks my hips with his hands squeezing into my skin. “Come all over me,” he says in a low growl.

  I push harder and a new wave swells, sensational bursts rupturing throughout my entire body. “I’m coming again,” I whimper, breathless.

  “I can feel it,” he says, shutting his eyes and widening his mouth. Drew thrusts hard and lets out a strong, spicy groan. I can feel him pulsing inside of me. His orgasm feels almost as good as mine.

  I collapse on top of him, feeling the sheen of sweat between our bodies. We breathe into each other. “That was wild,” I say.

  “Yeah.” He exhales with a satisfied grin.

  I kiss him, almost giggling out of pure joy. I feel like I’m discovering a whole new world. A whole new Kate.

  Six

  DREW

  Kate rests her head on my chest, my heart doing its best to steady itself after that rush. She smells even more delicious than when she walked through my door wearing that incredible red lace. After a good shag, I usually can’t wait to be left alone to sleep. But this is different. Kate isn’t the typical girl who makes a cameo in my bedroom. She’s good and I think in this moment she feels good too. I lay with my eyes wide open, caressing her silky skin, and listen to the sound of her breathing.

  Fuck, she drives me crazy, the way her body responds to me. Part of me would love to ask her to stay right here in my bed for the rest of her trip. I’ll treat her like the queen that she is. We can fuck for breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, dinner, and all over my flat until we get it out of our systems. I’m sure by then I’ll be able to stop thinking about her and just let her go. After all, that’s how this ends.

  She stirs, muttering a cute, little noise. I kiss the top of her head. If I don’t get her out of my bed soon, we’ll never leave.

  “You fancy something to eat?” I ask, lifting up on my elbows.

  She sits up, her hair wild and wavy around her face. “Yes, that . . . session really worked up an appetite.”

  I plant a wet kiss on her cheek and roll out of the sheets.

  “Mmm,” she groans hungrily and I turn back with a smirk. Kate’s eyes light up as she tugs at her lower lip with her pearly teeth. The sheet falls to her waist and for a moment I can only focus on her beautiful breasts. My dick tingles and it’s hard to ignore as I sneak over to my closet and pull a white button-down off the rack.

  I return to the bed, covering my growing cock with the shirt. “I brought you something to wear.” I toss her the shirt.

  “And what if I don’t want to get dressed,” she says like a very naughty girl.

  I bite my knuckle. Fuck, I need to have her again. “You know what’s gonna happen if you don’t put that shirt on,” I say, approaching the bed and ready to pounce.

  Kate nods, uncovering her lap. “Uh-huh.”

  “After all that, you want more?” I lean my fists on the bed, inching my nose to hers.

  She giggles then looks into my eyes. “Yes, I want more of you . . .” She crawls down, lying down on her stomach, raising her sexy heels in the air.

  I stand tall, gazing at the curve of her back, her round, plump ass, and those legs. God, I could nibble on her thighs for days.

  She’s eye level with my cock and it salutes her. She smirks and grabs ahold of it. Then, she sinks it into her mouth, teasing the bottom of my shaft with her tongue. “Ah, fuck. Kate,” I growl.

  “Mmhmm.” Her throat vibrates on the tip of my dick. It drives me absolutely mad. It’s like she intuitively knows what I like. I let her slurp on my cock for a bit before I can’t take it and I have to dive into her.

  After her body explodes all over mine, she rolls over panting. “Okay, now we can get something to eat.”

  I could’ve easily just eaten her again, but my stomach grumbles. Or maybe it was hers. I can’t tell. She takes my shirt into the bathroom and I grab my jeans and wash up in the bathroom down the hall.

  Kate tiptoes barefoot into the kitchen. She looks incredible in my white button-down shirt. She tucks a strand of her wild hair behind her ear. “This place is amazing,” she says, smiling.

  “It’s not bad,” I reply, handing her a glass of water.

  “Thanks.” She takes it and gulps down at least half. “Did you take all those pictures hanging in the hallway?”

  “Yes, I did.” My apartment is the only place I allow my real work to be displayed. My art is just for me anyway. At least that’s what I tell my family when they suggest I put it in a gallery.

  “Wow. Those shots are incredible. I love that one with the graffiti. Where did you take them?”

  “Most of them are from parts of London. Some of the landscapes are from Scotland, and the others were from Germany and Italy. The one with the graffiti I took in France.”

  “Well, I’ve been to all of those countries and I’ve never seen them from that point of view. They’re stunning.” She sucks down the rest of her water. “How did you get into photography in the first place?”

  “My nana gave me my first three-five millimeter Nikon for Christmas when I was eleven. I snapped photos of everything. Then a family friend told me I had a knack for it, so I pursued it.”

  “Isn’t that kind of an expensive camera for an eleven-year-old? Your nana must be a wealthy woman too.”

  I laugh, pulling eggs and cheese from the subzero fridge. “Yeah, she is.”

  Kate takes a seat at the breakfast bar, trying to smooth back her hair. Some of her eye makeup has melted off in the heat of our shag. “Where did you study?”

  I keep my eyes focused on my task. “I apprenticed with Ferguson Burke in France for about two years.”

  “The Ferguson Burke?” Kate’s jaw drops.

  I knit my brow. “You know who Ferguson Burke is?” Who is this unbelievable woman?

  “Yeah, my dad has a couple of his photographs. Collecting beautiful pieces is kind of his hobby. But photography is his favorite medium.”

  I nod. “Your dad sounds like a cool bloke.”

  She laughs. “Yeah, you two would hit it off.”

  My eyes meet hers uncertainly. Is she intending to introduce me to her father?

  “Not that you two will ever meet.” Kate waves like she’s shooing away the comment. “I just meant if you did. But anyway, your work is beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” I say, trying my best to accept the compliment. Fashion photography keeps me busy, and I don’t put my stock in its perfection. But when it co
mes to real art, Burke drilled perfection into my brain and so nothing I do is ever great, in my opinion. It’s just good enough to hang in my hallway, nothing more.

  “What about the picture of the three boys?” she asks.

  “Now, that one my uncle took when we were kids.”

  “Oh, so cute! Are those your brothers?” she asks.

  “Yeah. I’m the youngest.”

  “Aw, that’s cool. I always wanted siblings. What do they do?”

  I’m not usually one to talk about my family with women, but I’ll tell Kate everything she wants to know. She just seems trustworthy compared to all the others. “One is in finance and the oldest is a doctor, he’s the one who’s getting married this coming weekend.” I frown.

  “He’s still going to marry that woman who’s bad for him?”

  I let out a sigh. “Yep.”

  “I don’t understand why everyone wants to get married when more than fifty percent of marriages end in divorce.”

  I haven’t met many women who are pessimistic about marriage. “Agreed,” I say, thinking that there’s a good chance that Mick’s will follow that fate. Thank God for prenups. But shit if Davina didn’t negotiate the hell out of hers. “I want to support my brother, but I’m not really looking forward to the wedding.”

  “I actually think weddings are the best part of marriage.” She smiles and throws back her nearly empty glass, until the last drop hits her tongue.

  “You thirsty for a real drink,” I ask, grabbing a silver shaker from the cabinet.

  “I’m thirsty for you,” she says playfully.

  I grin like a total idiot. “After we eat something, okay?” I joke.

  “Okay!” She shrugs. That girl is so fucking cute sitting there in my shirt waiting for the martini.

  As I shake the martini, I think about Mick’s wedding and how not-fun it’ll be. Then I glance up at Kate, smiling like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be than with me. And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now than with her. “You wouldn’t want to join me for the wedding, would you?” My heart leaps into my throat the moment the words are out. What the hell was that? I did not think that through before it came tumbling out of my mouth. Maybe she’ll say no. She is taking a while to respond.