by Anne Rainey
Leo chuckled. “Beautiful?”
“It’s true. I could stare at you for hours. I’ve always thought you were handsome. Rugged, hard and so well-built it takes my breath away.” She ran her palms over his chest, tweaking one nipple before adding, “Now that I’ve seen all of you I’m even more convinced.”
“Rugged and hard. I like those words. Beautiful is pretty damn girly though. Beautiful is for Mr. GQ.”
She frowned, not following him. “GQ?”
His hands on her hips tightened. “The guy in your store. The one who gave you his number.”
In an instant, Amanda saw the change in Leo. His eyes hardened, and a muscle in his jaw twitched. Had he been jealous? “His name is T.J.”
“It doesn’t matter because he’s there and I’m here.” He pushed his cock into the crease separating her buttocks. “And I want to be even closer.”
Her gaze widened. “There? You mean anal sex?” The muscles in her ass, what few she had, tautened.
Leo cursed. “Do that again, sweets. Flex that ass for me.”
Amanda followed his command, gripping his cock in a tight squeeze.
“Damn, woman.” Leo groaned. His hands came away from her hips to massage and knead her breasts. “I could come, and I’m not even inside you yet. You’re a little minx.”
She did it again, relishing in her newfound power. “No. I’m a goddess, remember? And you have to do as I say.”
“Anything, baby,” he promised, lifting at the waist to lick one nipple. “Anything at all.”
She buried her fingers into his hair and held him against her breasts. Leo murmured sweet words to her as he laved one peak, then the other. When he bit one, Amanda cried out and flexed her ass once more. Leo pulled back, spearing her in place with the intensity of his stare. “We need a condom and some lube, sweets. I want this ass,” he growled as he patted her backside.
She nodded, too far gone to form actual words, and moved off him. On shaky legs, she stood and searched around the room for the wallet she’d seen him toss aside earlier. She found it several feet away, against the far wall. Of course it couldn’t be close. Walking across the room naked made Amanda hyperaware of her every flaw, her too plump curves. It didn’t help that she could practically feel the heat of Leo’s gaze on her backside. She bent and picked up the worn leather, then brought it back to the bed. Leo took it and placed it on the mattress beside him.
“There’s a tube of lube in my suitcase, outside pocket.”
Amanda quickly retrieved it and placed it on the nightstand. “You sure came prepared.”
Leo only grinned, reached out with both hands and lifted her into the air as if she weighed no more than a child.
She yelped.
He winked.
Once she was seated on top of him, Leo said, “Your sexy ass twitches when you walk.”
Her face flamed so hot Amanda was afraid she’d catch fire. “It does not.”
“Hell it doesn’t. Makes me want to bend you over and fuck you from behind. Damn, I love your ass, Amanda.”
Wow, he really did have a thing for that particular body part of hers. The thought sent her embarrassment into hiding. “But then I wouldn’t be in charge,” she said, leaning down to swipe her tongue over one heavily muscled pec. “And I’m supposed to be in charge.”
He grabbed the back of her head and brought her face up for a kiss. It was hard, fast, and if she didn’t miss her guess, claiming. “We’ll save it for later then,” he offered, before snatching the wallet and retrieving the condom. He handed it to her and whispered, “Put it on me, goddess.”
Amanda sat up, ripped open the foil and tried to do just that. Really. The blasted thing was too small or something because it kept getting stuck. His cock was too thick, too long, the rubber was sure to snap. And that would so ruin the mood. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
Leo chuckled. “It fits just fine.” He held out a hand. “Here, let me.”
Amanda shook her head. “No, I can do it.”
“Yes, but I can do it faster and right now I need fast.”
Well, when he put it like that… Amanda handed over the condom. He had it on within seconds. There was clearly an art to that, and she didn’t want to know how he’d managed to perfect it. Next, he opened the tube of lubricant and spread a small amount over his index and middle fingers. Before Amanda could blink, she felt his fingers drifting over her tight pucker, back and forth, spreading the lube, preparing her. Her entire body shuddered as a single digit dipped inside. Tight muscles clenched around him.
“Ah, hell that’s sweet,” Leo groaned.
Amanda couldn’t speak, could only feel.
After he pulled his finger free, Leo squirted more lube onto his fingers. “When I get my dick inside you, you’ll feel nothing but white-hot pleasure.”
Sliding two fingers into her this time, Leo stretched and opened her. She writhed atop him, unable to control the feelings rioting inside her. “Leo,” she moaned.
“That’s it, moan for me, sweets.” He thrust deep, so deep his fingers were buried clear to the knuckles. After pumping in and out several times, Leo slowly pulled free. “There, now you’re ready. Guide my cock in, Amanda.”
Unable to deny him, Amanda reached behind and took hold of his cock, gripping it in a tight fist. Leo cursed and wrapped his hands around her buttocks and opened her.
Amanda scooted her bottom backward until she bumped up against the head of his cock, then positioned it against her tight rosette. Leo held her in a firm grip and pushed his hips off the mattress, but her body refused him entrance. She groaned, needing him inside but unable to figure out how to achieve her goal.
“Shh, baby,” he soothed, “Let me.”
Amanda nodded and allowed Leo to pull her down until her body was draped over his. “That’s it, just relax and let me make you feel good. That’s a sex slave’s job, remember?”
And with that, Amanda surrendered.
Chapter Seven
Careful not to hurt her, Leo pushed the head of his cock in, past the ring of muscles protecting the tight passage. She moaned and clutched the bedspread beside his head, burying her face against the side of his neck. As he slipped in another inch, she tried to force him in farther.
He held her hips in place. “Easy. We’ll get there. I promise.”
Another inch and Amanda tried to take control of their lovemaking once more by pushing herself onto him. His cock slipped in another inch. “Jesus,” Leo groaned.
Amanda let loose a needy little whimper. The desperate sound had Leo pushing deeper, giving her another thick inch of his hard flesh. “So, damn hot and tight. I’m going to come. Right here. Inside this beautiful ass.” Leo reached between them and used his right hand to toy with the sweet bud of her clitoris. Amanda’s back arched, her hands clutching onto the sheet beside his head.
“Leo.”
The sound of his name coming from Amanda’s lips drove him past the brink. He flicked her clit, back and forth. “Come,” he softly ordered. “Do it now.”
As if waiting for permission, Amanda pushed against him, moving her hips in little circles. Inner muscles clamped down tight around his cock as her orgasm took her. Torture and pleasure mingled, became one.
“All of it,” he snarled. “Every inch.” A rumbling growl escaped Leo as he pushed himself the rest of the way inside the tight fist of her ass. Reaching up, he stroked the tangled length of blonde hair away from her face, then kissed the satin skin of one cheek. When she hummed in satisfaction, Leo continued loving her. Licking, suckling her ivory neck. She began to move again, up and down, pulling his cock nearly all the way out, then driving it back in so deep Leo’s mind filled with nothing put white-hot pleasure. She built the pace, slow at first, then faster. Soon flesh slapped against flesh.
“Mine.” Fuck, he hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but to hell with wishing it back. It was true and it was time she knew it.
Thankfully, Amanda didn�
�t seem to mind, only pushed against him harder, fucking him into oblivion. Soon he felt his cock swell, thicken, all the blood in his body rushing to his balls. One more thrust from his sweet goddess and Leo was there, a rush of hot fluid filling the condom.
Amanda cried out, threw her head back and joined him.
Leo’s arms tightened around her, holding her in place. He didn’t want it to end. He never wanted it to end. “You amaze me.” It wasn’t the words he wanted to give her, but he didn’t think she wasn’t ready to hear anything more heartfelt. Yet.
“As it happens I feel the same way about you.”
He smiled at her husky tone. “You’re going to end up with a sore throat if we keep this up.”
“It’ll be worth it,” she murmured as she lifted and placed a little peck to his nose.
Leo could only stare. So smart, so pretty and she’d somehow managed to steal his heart. He wasn’t sure when it had happened. Probably when she’d grabbed the last box of caramel corn. He was just too dense to realize it until now.
Leo drew his cock from the warm haven of her body, then lifted her off him. When he stood he held a hand out. “Shower?”
“Uh-uh.” She snuggled into his pillow. “No way am I budging.”
He chuckled. “No way am I showering alone.” Bending at the knees, Leo slid his hands beneath her pliant body and lifted her against his chest.
“Sleep. I need sleep, Leo.”
He started for the bathroom. “A quick wash, then you can sleep.”
She buried her nose against his chest and muttered something.
Leo frowned and stopped midstride. “Huh?”
She lifted her head and stared up at him. Seeing the worry in her brown eyes didn’t give him a warm fuzzy feeling. Shit, had he been too rough on her? “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I said I don’t want to go to the reunion.”
Leo breathed a sigh of relief and continued into the bathroom. It was dark. Amanda reached over and flipped on the light, bringing the big Jacuzzi tub into view. Nice. Just enough room to play. He took her to the sink and sat her atop the counter before discarding the condom.
Smoothing Amanda’s hair out of her face, Leo pressed his lips to her forehead. “That’s what’s got you looking like someone kicked your puppy?”
Her fingers sifted through his chest hair, and she wouldn’t meet his gaze. “I don’t have a puppy, but yes.”
He tipped up her chin, forcing her to face him. “Do you want a puppy? I’ll buy you a puppy.”
She laughed and smacked his chest. “That’s not the point.”
Yeah, he knew exactly what was weighing on her and it pissed him off. “Your family makes you so damn nervous.”
She slumped, as if sinking into herself. “It’s not my family. It’s my mother. She’s going to expect things.”
“Things like us setting a date for a wedding?” He prodded, knowing they needed to talk. In his way of thinking the original plan had been scratched the instant he’d taken her to bed. But that didn’t mean she felt the same way.
Amanda covered her eyes with her hand. “Yes,” she bit out. “Things like that.”
“Amanda, look at me.” Leo waited until she removed her hand, until her gaze was once again meeting his. “We’re adults, not kids. We make the decisions here, not your mom.”
She threw her arms out to the sides and shouted, “What decision is there to make? You and I aren’t dating, much less engaged. Have you forgotten this is all pretend?”
Leo let his gaze travel down her body. When he saw the red rash marring the creamy flesh of her breasts, he wanted to kick himself. Damn, she was so fair, and he’d gotten carried away. He’d have to be more careful in the future. “Here’s the way I see it. When we hatched this scheme it was fake. That changed and you know it. This is not pretend anymore, Amanda.”
“What are you saying?”
“You want it spelled out?” When she nodded, Leo ground out, “Fine, I care about you. We’ve been dancing around this for years, if you ask me.” He pointed at the doorway. “What happened in there, it was more than sex. A hell of a lot more.”
“It was wonderful,” she admitted, her voice so quiet it took Leo a second to register the words.
He pulled her thighs open, exposing her damp pussy to his view, then stepped between them. Cupping her cheeks in his palms, he whispered, “You’re mine, Amanda. I don’t want to lose you. I want more. I want to see where this could lead.”
One side of her mouth kicked up into a sideways grin. “I was really afraid I was the only one getting all territorial.”
Now they were getting somewhere. “You feel territorial toward me?”
She closed her legs around his hips—the movement put his cock in direct line with her wet cunt. “I don’t want to give you up. Not now. I want more too.”
He dipped his head and let his lips drift over hers before saying, “Then maybe we ought to see where this could lead.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into him. “Mmm, yes, we definitely ought.”
They were on their way home, and Leo couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. Amanda had agreed to give their budding relationship a try. He’d damn well make her glad she did too. He reached over the armrest and took her hand in his. “Well, that wasn’t so bad.”
She smiled up at him. “Actually, I think she likes you.”
He snorted. “Your mom didn’t crack a smile all weekend.”
She shrugged and looked down at their entwined fingers. “Her exact words were, ‘you’ll do’.”
Leo brought her hand to his mouth for a gentle kiss. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of kissing Amanda. “I’ll do, huh? That’s her vote of approval?”
Amanda licked her lips and tried to pull her hand back, but he wouldn’t let her. Eventually she gave in and let him kiss and tease each of her fingers. Finally, she spoke, her voice a little breathless. “It’s as close as we’re going to get, I’m afraid.”
He teased her thumb and sucked it into his mouth, enjoying the way her breath hitched. “Well, if she approves then that means she’ll lay off you for awhile. So, all in all a happy ending to pretty damn great weekend.”
Amanda leaned close, so close her mouth was against the shell of his ear. “No, the happy ending came when you gave me that massage.”
Leo’s cock stiffened beneath the fly of his jeans. “Ah, the massage. You liked that, did you?”
“Yes and unless I’m mistaken, so did you.”
After they’d spent all day Saturday with her family, which was huge, Amanda had been exhausted. He’d taken her into the living room and stripped her bare, then he’d laid her out on the living room carpet and gone to work on her tense muscles. It hadn’t been long before he’d gotten pleasantly distracted with her voluptuous body. And it hadn’t been long before desire had replaced Amanda’s fatigue.
They’d ended up in the sixty-nine position. Leo’s body still buzzed from the erotic interlude.
“Yeah, I liked it,” he growled. “And just as soon as I get you home I’m going to repeat it all over again.”
“You’re insatiable.”
The blush that stole over her cheeks captured his full attention. He was so hooked. “Only for you,” he told her, giving her nothing but the truth. “Only for my sweet goddess.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Leo?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I’m very glad we shared that box of caramel corn. I’m pretty sure it was the luckiest day of my life.”
“Me too, sweets. Me too.”
About the Author
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Tempting Grace
© 2009 Anne Rainey
The Vaughn Series, Book 4
Since a car accident left her unable to have children, Grace Vaughn has hidden her heart behind a wall. So far it’s held strong, and no one complains much—except the few men she dates.
Now that fortress is crumbling thanks to Jackson Hill, an annoyingly attractive man who makes her imagination go wild just watching him in the office. He’s practically bullied her into attending a Vegas conference with him. Three days alone with the delicious Jackson—in Sin City, no less—is sure to push her right over the edge.
With a loving family, a decent bank account, a nice set of clubs, Jackson’s life is almost complete. Except for the missing piece. Grace. She sets a fire in his blood, and the conference is the perfect crowbar to get past her defense mechanisms. It’s time to see if the bump-and-grind potential in that booty of hers can be channeled into something a little more satisfying than looking.