His Kind of Wonderful (Sugar Bay #2)

by Kinsley Gibb

  “Before we go on, let’s review last night’s exercises.”

  Her eyes widened. “Like when you blew me out of my mind.”

  He chuckled. “Before that. Don’t you remember the kisses?”

  “The kisses?”

  “Yes.” He moved his hands to cup her chin. “Mustn’t forget the kisses. Ever.”

  He stared into her eyes while his thumb stroked her jawline. “Such soft skin.”

  He brushed her lips with his, once and then again. On the third pass he nibbled on her lower lip until she allowed entry. “Very good, sweetheart,” he whispered thickly before pressing his lips to hers.

  Joe took his time tasted her lips, sweeping her mouth with his tongue. He pressed his lower body against her. He was hard—deliciously so. She let the quilt slide to the floor and pressed back against him, wanting more. Joe’s hand slid down her shoulders to her hips before palming her bottom. His hands were greedy as he fondled her flesh. Each stroke brought her closer and closer to him but he still wasn’t close enough.

  He angled her head and moved down her neck to the loose fabric of her shirt. Joe tugged the cotton and watched with shadowed eyes as it slipped past her shoulder.

  “Oops,” she whispered and watched his eyes darken.

  With a finger he stroked a path along her neck. She shivered. Joe nibbled on the hollow where her shoulder met her neck, and moved lower to where her shirt covered the skin he sought. Every once in a while he rubbed his scruff along her delicate skin. He sprinkled tiny kisses between the rough stroking. The dichotomy between the two made her body weak. Joe must have sensed her knees would soon lose their strength and he pulled her to the sofa. Joe pushed her deep into the cushions while he hovered above her.

  Hot hands stroked a path from her panties, along her stomach to gently cup her breasts under her shirt. She gasped against his mouth at the fire that radiated from her core.

  “You like that?”

  Her answer was to lift her head and plunge her tongue into his mouth. He met her stroke for stroke, long licks and relentless pleasure. Ever mindful of her satisfaction, Joe rotated his palms slowly over her breast; his fingers brushed against her nipple, rubbing it softly. At times he barely grazed the tip. She shivered at each pass, suspended in anticipation.

  Dani protested when Joe removed his hand from beneath her shirt. “Not yet.”

  “Shhh. I’m not done yet. Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He tugged the loose neckline down over her shoulder until he exposed a breast.

  She was afraid he’d think she was too small but the sheer lust in his eyes put her fears to rest. “Ah fuck, baby. You’re beautiful,” he growled and bent to tongue her nipple.

  “Oh God.”

  She felt beautiful. His relentless hunger made it so. He tried to consume her, mouthing as much of her breast as he could. Each rapacious suckle shot spasms of yearning to her core and soaked her panties.

  She shifted restlessly on the sofa, unable to remain a passive partner. Her hands touched and fondled whatever she could reach.

  He tugged the shirt until her other breast was exposed. She knew her shirt was beyond repair but didn’t care. Dani held his head against her while he went from one breast to the other, driving her out of her mind.

  “Fuck me.” She was on edge and desperate for release.

  “I can’t.” Frustration laced Joe’s guttural reply. He sucked a mark on the soft skin above her breast.

  She moaned. Her fingers tightened in his hair. “Please.”

  He pulled away and met her eyes. She saw heat, desire and something else in the golden light before he crushed her lips with his. He seemed to pour all his frustrated longing into the kiss as he devoured her mouth, nipping, sucking her lower lip, and tasting her deeply. There was nothing soft or gentle about the kiss. He demanded that she remember who was kissing her lest she forget.

  “I want to eat you. To inhale you.”

  She moaned her agreement. “Yes, please.”

  He grinned, flashing a deep dimple. Dani wrapped a leg around him but he pulled back and stood. He lifted her and moved to a large lounge chair in the corner. He sat on the brown leather and arranged her so she straddled his lap.

  The lounge chair was built for comfort and fit two easily. The rigid bulge behind his thin sweat pants demanded her attention so she moved against it experimentally. The fabric was so thin she felt every long inch of him strain against her. They groaned in unison. Lush sensation filled them with each grinding movement. Dani was so grateful he’d forgotten about his aunt’s quilt, the flimsy barricade had long slipped away.

  “Oh, Joe.” Her head fell back. He took advantage of her exposed neck and sucked sweet kisses along the length. Her hips move of their own volition. Each gyration forced a moan from him.

  “Slow down, baby.” He held her hips in his hands. He rested his forehead against hers. The sound of their panting breaths filled the room along with the sounds of the gentle surf.

  He took a deep breath in slow breathing pattern. “Nipples. Nipples. Nipples,” he chanted under his breath as she watched.

  At last he exhaled and urged her on her knees in front of him so he was level with her breast.

  She was wet and her core pulsed with desire. She could smell her arousal and how much she wanted him. In their current position with her on her spread knees in front of him, he had to have known as well.

  He tugged the neckline and exposed a breast again. She saw his dark head and moist lips as he hovered above her nipple. One deep breath was all it would take for him to touch. Anticipation made the turgid length tighten.

  “Joe,” she whispered. He glanced up. The urgency he read on her face made him relent.

  He brushed his face against her nipple once, twice, making her groan. The scruff on his chin was rough and made her want more. She moved her body against his but he was intent on torturing her.

  He opened his mouth and lapped across the tip. Each pass ended with a moist pattern circling her breast.

  “More.”

  He shook his head against her and continued his slow methodical torture. “Be patient.” He nipped the underside of her breast in punishment.

  Her girl parts flooded with added moisture. She arched her body toward his.

  At last Joe opened his mouth. The hot, rhythmic suction pulled at her core. He peppered sporadic kisses and small love bites with the suckling. The friction of his mouth and tongue forced her hips to undulate, needing relief.

  Joe pulled the neckline lower until the other breast was exposed and set upon its twin with equal treatment. Desperation lent a harsh quality to his lovemaking. Bites were a little bit cruel; kisses were a little bit rough, yet each contact released a flood of dew until she was drenched.

  Joe snaked a hand between her legs and slid a finger under the elastic. He traced along her hot seam. “Fuck,” he breathed against her. “So wet. So responsive.”

  “Oh, God.” With each pass his finger made up and down her drenched core, her body clenched.

  She was so close. She knew it.

  She needed more. Wanted more. Desired more.

  He added another finger. Her hips lifted, eager for more. Then he circled the engorged bundle of nerves that centered her pleasure, once, twice. The movements were accompanied by the deep pull of his mouth on her nipple and pushed her over the edge.

  Her moan was low and guttural as her internal muscles pulsed and clenched around his fingers. He drew out her pleasure by rubbing her juices with two fingers in a wide circling pattern around her sensitive clit. Her body jerked and shuddered but still pleasure gripped her. Just as she came down from her orgasmic high, the jarring sound of a piano riff blared, startling her.

  “It’s okay. It’s okay,” he murmured when she jerked in his arms. He reached behind her with one hand to fumble with his phone. At last the annoying sound stopped.

  His other hand was still nestled in her panties, his f
ingers still inside her. Joe tongued each nipple one more time, ending it with a deep draw in his mouth. She shuddered again, primed for another round of pleasure.

  Slowly, Joe slid his fingers out of her panties. The sight of her dew glistening on his fingers sent additional shudders through her.

  “Well, I guess that answers that question.”

  “Which one is that?” Her breathing was choppy.

  “Whether or not you have sensitive nipples. You do.”

  “Right.” She did. Dani looked down at the nipples in question. Framed as they were by the stretched t-shirt, they were hard, eager and pointing in Joe’s direction.

  Joe licked his lips and stared down at them with eyes darkened with desire. For a moment, she thought he’d give in but he took a deep shuddering breath and helped her off his lap. Without another word he stumbled away.

  Today’s session was clearly over.

  ***

  The gentlemen two tables over slurped his coffee—again. For the last ten minutes the annoying sound had worked her nerves. She wasn’t the only one to notice because others had glanced his way as well. If he didn’t finish his coffee soon, Dani would do her community service for the day and yank that cup away out of his hands. How he managed to get to the age he was without someone bitch slapping basic manners in him, she’d never know.

  The guy was lucky she was in a good mood. The professor was due at any moment with her cover reveal. They’d decided on a concept, he’d sent her a value study and today she’d see the original. No more homemade cover, no more stock photos seen a million times elsewhere, she was getting a bona-fide original. Mentally she did a happy dance, which translated to her currently bouncing knees.

  The plans afternoon were to scan it into Photoshop and play around with typography. She couldn’t wait to resubmit her cover.

  “Hello, beautiful.”

  “Hey there, Isaac.” With her last bit of patience, she watched as he dropped his portfolio, briefcase and umbrella beside his chair, and then watched as he arranged it just so. She was ready to root through his portfolio to retrieve the illustration herself by the end of his never-ending routine. He took his time as if he were unaware of her forward leaning excitement. Or maybe he was fully aware and simply enjoyed drawing out her anticipation like the pervert Joe accused him of being.

  “Well?”

  The store clerk called his name. “Be right back,” he sent her a wink over his shoulder and walked away.

  She nodded and, by sheer will, kept a smile on her face when she really wanted to shake him until he forked it over. A few minutes—which seemed like hours—later, he returned with his coffee.

  “Okay. You’ve waited long enough.”

  “Thank you, God.”

  He pulled the illustration out of his portfolio. The piece was wrapped in a protective plastic sleeve.

  “Oh Isaac,” she breathed with her hands to her mouth. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

  And it was. She had her very own romance cover like Pino. The heroine looked like she’d envisioned while the hero was perfectly muscled and holding the heroine. Tears filled her eyes and she blinked them away.

  “I love it. Thank you.”

  “I’m glad you like it. It was fun. This barter and trade system is working out well. Your edits have only improved my writing.”

  “That’s great, Isaac. I can’t wait until you publish it. Your first novel will stand out with its beautiful cover so it’ll do much better than mine initially did.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “I have to get back to work but thank you for your work on this.” She packed the illustration carefully in her bag, pressing it between the pages of a large book. She stood and gave Isaac a one armed hug. “I love it. I can’t wait to get home to play with it more.”

  Isaac laughed, his arm still around her shoulder. “Send me the link when you’ve uploaded the revised cover.”

  “I will. Maybe we can submit it for an indie cover contest.” She pulled away and gathered her bag.

  “Definitely.”

  She turned and walked into a human wall that didn’t grunt like she did on impact.

  “Hello, darling,” Joe said and steadied her. “Fancy meeting you here.”

  She looked up and gasped at the lust in his gaze. The heat sent a thrill down her spine and her girl parts stood at attention. Like Pavlov’s dogs they’d been trained to expect ecstasy at his hands.

  “Hi Joe,” she replied, wincing at the breathless quality of her voice. She blamed it on the fact she hadn’t seen him since the night he’d left her alone in a puddle of unconsummated lust. The next morning when she woke up, he hadn’t been there. She’d assumed he’d started his shift.

  Joe nodded to Isaac in greeting but didn’t stop to talk. Instead he placed a large hand on her elbow and maneuvered her towards the door. “I’ll walk you out.” She glanced at his face but his features didn’t hold the usual annoyance she’d come to expect whenever he saw her with Isaac. What had changed?

  They didn’t speak until they stood outside of Cuppa Cuppa when he released her elbow. They faced one another, studying each other as if a day apart and the change in their relationship warranted physical changes.

  After the prolonged staring contest, she succumbed first. “Hi.”

  His gaze took in her outfit for the day—high heels, short skirt and crisp, white shirt—before moving to her face where he lingered on her lips. “How are you, Dani?” His rumbly deep voice made her feel hot and very bothered. It made her want to attack him. Instead she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and fussed with her glasses, reminding herself to be cool. He wasn’t the only one with will power.

  “Fine. You received a bouquet of red roses, a bouquet of lilies and a chocolate basket delivered to the house from your ardent admirers. I left the lilies in your office since I’m allergic and I’m halfway through the chocolates—delicious, by the way. That Delilah has excellent taste and I’m going to have to ask her where she ordered them. I’m not familiar with the brand of chocolates. Sounds foreign—maybe from Switzerland.” She tapped her lips in thought.

  “Glad you’re enjoying this.”

  She shrugged. “They seemed nice. Not at all crazy.”

  “You headed back to work?”

  She nodded.

  “I’ll walk with you.”

  With his hand low on her back, he led her a few blocks away to Derek’s Studio. The “be right back” sign was flipped on the door so Dani unlocked it and pushed it open. Silence greeted them.

  “Where’s Derek?”

  “He’s with the boys on a salvage run. I wasn’t sure if I would be back in time before they left.”

  Joe nodded, looking pleased. “So we’re alone?”

  “Yes.” A sudden attack of nerves struck her. She busied herself behind the desk, stacking and organizing invoices.

  He remained silent. Dani cleared her throat and stepped back only to stall when she realized he’d stepped forwards.

  “You’re not annoyed about Isaac are you?”

  “So annoyed.”

  She glanced back to gauge his mood but he crowded her against the counter.

  “I’m so annoyed, I’m going to have to hurt you.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Hmph. You and what army?”

  He stroked her neck and she relaxed, letting her neck fall forward.

  He lowered his head and bit her.

  “Ow.” The bite wasn’t painful but she definitely felt it.

  “Told you. Brace yourself for punishment,” he said against her neck. His hands gripped her hips and he felt huge against her.

  She closed her eyes, absorbing the moment. She wondered how long he would hold out before he put them both out of their misery. Solo orgasms were fun but she had a feeling coming with him would be beyond anything she’d ever felt before.

  She moved to turn around but he stayed her, and pressed h
er against the counter. People walking passed the store and no one glanced inside. Although the height of the transaction counter in front of her desk hid their lower bodies, it seemed decadent to feel his length behind her while the citizens of Sugar Bay walked by not ten feet away.

  “Joe.”

  “Shh. When will Derek be back?”

  “I’m not sure. It usually takes him a couple of hours to evaluate and then they have to load it onto the truck.”

  “Ok. We have time then.”

  “For?”

  “This.” He bumped his hips against her. She moaned. She was surprised her glasses hadn’t steamed up. Her panties on the other hand had flooded with moisture. He stroked down her side and entangled her their hands together. He placed their joined hands on the desk edge.

  “Hold on and don’t let go.”

  She nodded her acquiescence.

  He kissed her neck, alternating between gentle nibbles and sharp nips. An image came to mind of a stallion preparing his mare. His hands moved to her hips then slid lower to her hem. He fingered the top of the thigh high stockings she’d slipped on this morning.

  “Very nice.”

  She bit her lip and moaned. Maybe she’d known he would find them or at the very least, she’d hoped he would. She was glad she’d followed the impulse to wear the silky bit of nothing—the sorry excuse for underwear she sometimes she wore when writing. She’d read somewhere that it helped channel her inner sex goddess and she needed all the help she could get. She wondered what Joe would think of it but then heard his deep groan.

  “Shit, babe.” He’d pulled up her skirt and bunched the fabric at her waist. He fingered the thong she wore, sliding a finger under the elastic. “Guess I’m lucky it wasn’t a breezy day.”

  She shrugged. “I don’t wear it often. Only for special occasions.”

  She felt his assessing gaze and glanced up from beneath her lashes. “For the record—my birthday is coming up soon. Feel free to warrant that as a special occasion when you come for a visit.”

  She chuckled at his earnest tone but the chuckle ended in a gasp when he ran his fingers lower and goosed her love button. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves and swept through her thick warm dew.