04 Reilly's Wildcard

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by Anne Rainey


  He lifted an inch and said, “God, you are so beautiful, Lucy.”

  She wanted to reply, but he stole her words with another scorching mating of lips. Her pulse beat a wild rhythm, and she suddenly took control, sliding her tongue into his mouth, licking at the wet warmth she found there. Reilly groaned and pulled away. Had she done something wrong? When he stood and stared down at her, dark desire etched into the rugged features of his face, a thrill of excitement raced up and down Lucy’s spine.

  “Are you sure about this?” Reilly asked, his hands fisted at his sides.

  As an answer, Lucy took hold of the right strap on her dress and tugged it downward. The left one went next. Soon her lace-covered breasts were exposed.

  “I must be dreaming,” Reilly murmured as his hot gaze traveled her length. “That’s the only explanation.”

  “That goes for both of us,” she replied. As Reilly licked his lips, Lucy’s nipples tingled and pulled into tight peaks beneath the see-through fabric.

  She stood and slid the side zipper down, watching as Reilly froze in place. A blazing inferno roared out of control inside her. For the first time in her life, Lucy felt desirable and uninhibited. She let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Reilly slowly moved closer. He reminded Lucy of a great, prowling leopard.

  “How can you say that your sister is breathtaking when you’re standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of baby-blue lace panties and bra? Sexy high-heeled shoes and all that dark, shiny hair spilling down your back, caressing your pretty ass?” He shook his head. “Not touching you is killing me here, sweetheart.”

  His words tore away the last of her reservations. “So touch me.”

  He cursed under his breath and seized her hips, pulling her close. Lucy lost her balance and tipped forward, landing against him.

  “I want you so bad it hurts,” he groaned.

  “It’s the same for me,” she confessed as she flung her arms around his neck and nestled her pelvis into the rigid length beneath his jeans. “But I don’t even know where to start. It’s been too long, and I’m…” Lucy didn’t know how to put into words the fact she felt that this was all so new to her. The relationship she’d had with David had never been terribly passionate. The sparks flying between her and Reilly now were in a class all their own.

  He hummed his approval. “That’s okay, because I’ve got plenty of ideas. Hell, you have no clue what I want to do to you right now,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “Be sure, Lucy.”

  “Please,” she protested, “if you stop now, I just might clobber you.”

  He chuckled. “Not a chance.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and rubbed his face against her belly. “Mm, your skin is silky soft.” Reilly slipped his arms around her and cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing and fondling. He effectively held her still while he plied her tender flesh. “You’re so goddamn sexy.” He reached up and pinched her nipple. Lucy whimpered. “I could come in my pants just staring at you.”

  As he looked up at her, Lucy’s cheeks heated. Reilly slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties and inched them down over her hips. When they pooled at her feet, she stepped out of them, her thigh muscles quivering as her need mounted. She released a breath she hadn’t even known she was holding and asked, “Shouldn’t we take this to the bedroom?”

  “Soon,” he answered. “First, spread your legs for me. Show me how much you want me.”

  Lucy did as he commanded. There was no possible way she could deny him. When Reilly touched a finger to the dark curls at her cleft, Lucy nearly exploded.

  “Ah, that’s it, sweetheart.” Reilly stroked her clit. “Damn, you are hot for me, aren’t you? So nice and wet.” He looked deep into her eyes, as if desperate for her to submit to him entirely. She nearly begged him for more, but his fingers searched and parted her sex, and Lucy’s thoughts scattered. When he slipped a finger inside her wet heat, Lucy flung her head back and cried out, helpless to the craving this man provoked in her. She abandoned all sense of modesty, dug her fingers deep into Reilly’s hair and pulled him closer still.

  “Yeah, that’s what I like,” he said in a low voice. “I want you all wild and eager for me.”

  Reilly was merciless in his ministrations. He held her still with one powerful hand while the other palmed her mound. Lucy pulled his head toward her in a silent plea for his mouth to replace his fingers.

  “No,” he softly warned, “tell me what you want. Say it.”

  “Reilly,” she pleaded, knowing damn well she was unable to actually form complete sentences at this point.

  “If you want my tongue inside you, you’re going to have to ask me nicely.”

  Lucy cursed and tugged at his hair, but the man wasn’t budging an inch. “Stop teasing me,” she cried.

  “I want to kiss your pretty little pussy, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I want to taste that sweet juice so badly, but I want to hear the lovely words from you first. That’s not so much to ask, is it?”

  Her face burned as she attempted to form the words he wanted. “I want your mouth on me.” Lucy took his dark, fiery gaze as a sign that she should continue. “I want your tongue thrusting inside me, and I desperately want you to push me to the floor and take me as hard and as fast as you want. For as long as you want, until we’re both limp and sweating. I want you, Reilly, and I’m not going to stop wanting you, that’s for damn sure.”

  Silence gathered between them for several heartbeats, and then: “Jesus, woman.”

  Chapter Three

  Reilly’s hands were voracious, touching and caressing every smooth inch of Lucy. He moved two fingers between her swollen pussy lips and slid them deep. God, he was hungry for her. Like never before. Feeling the petal-soft skin between her thighs fueled his heated blood and turned his need into a razor-sharp ache. He had the urge to possess and dominate Lucy. To stake his claim on her in some elemental way.

  He wanted her begging for him. To need him as desperately as he needed her. He ached to slide into her tight heat and feel her inner walls holding his cock like a silken glove. He thrust his fingers in and out, and Lucy moaned his name and grasped on to his shoulders for support. Reilly felt her delicate fingers biting into his skin, and he reveled in the knowledge that he could make her so needy for him.

  Now. It had to be now. He couldn’t wait a second longer.

  Reilly dispensed with their clothes, then gently moved her to the floor, their conversation forgotten. There was no past. No future. Only now. Only Lucy. Lucy’s needy cries shredded Reilly’s control. He’d never been so eager for a woman. He used his arms to keep the bulk of his weight off her yet pin her in place at the same time. There were no pretty words, no slow-and-easy movements. Simply a swelling mixture of heated lust and fiery desire.

  “Touch me,” he gently ordered, dying to feel her soft fingers clasped around his cock.

  Lucy did as he asked, slipping her hand between them and sliding it downward until she had his dick in the palm of her hand. Her index finger touched the tip, teasing forth a bead of moisture. Reilly’s cock hardened and throbbed under her ministrations. “That’s good, sweetheart,” he praised her.

  She positioned his dick at her entrance and folded her legs around him, drawing him down with her heels on his buttocks, pulling him in. “It gets better,” she whispered.

  Her body cradled his hips as if made for him. He thrust forward, coaxing a whimper from her. When his gaze took in the sight of her dark curls covering her pussy, the temptation to taste her sweet flavor took hold of him. He moved down her body and pressed his mouth to her pussy lips. She was wet with the first touch of his tongue, her feminine center instantly responding to him.

  “God, Lucy, I might never be able to get enough of you.”

  His fingers roamed over her stomach, smoothing their way over her ribs to her breasts. He weighed one small orb in his palm and flicked his thumb over her nipple, teasing it to a hard, tempting point.r />
  “One stroke and I’m going up in flames,” she admitted in a husky voice.

  “Mm, good,” he said as he squeezed and pinched her nipple, driving himself crazy with the feel of her between his fingers. His head descended on her pussy; then his mouth suckled her clit and licked up her sweet juices.

  “I’m on the edge here, please!”

  “Please what, Lucy?” His voice was barely above a whisper and too rough from the desire riding him.

  “Please make love to me.”

  Her sultry plea danced over his spine, and though it was a small thing, he clung to her words. That she wanted him to make love to her and not just sate her lust gave him hope that maybe this was more to her than a one-night stand.

  “My pleasure, sweetheart.”

  His mouth went on a journey over her breasts and belly. His hand moved slowly over her slight curves, enjoying the feel of her pale ivory skin. His fingers stroked her clit, squeezing and flicking. The husky little sounds coming from her throat turned him on even more. Without warning, she shouted his name and came against his hand, thrusting her hips upward, seeking more. Reilly tucked his thumb into her slick opening and sparked off another climax. When her legs loosened and dropped to the floor, Reilly lifted enough to get a good look at her. Her face was flushed, and her nipples were pebble hard.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” he whispered as he took in the sexy sight she presented.

  He dipped his head and tasted the softness of one full breast, then nibbled gently on her nipples.

  “More!” she cried. “I need you now.” Her voice broke from screaming out her climax.

  “Hold that thought,” Reilly said as he grabbed his pants and searched for his wallet. He fumbled around until he located it and the condom nestled inside. Once he had it on, Reilly moved on top of her and positioned his cock between her swollen folds, then slowly slid deep. Her body welcomed him in and provided a tight, hot embrace.

  “So damn good,” he groaned, only too happy that she’d come to the restaurant tonight.

  Reilly had felt an instant connection with Lucy the minute he’d seen her. All other women paled to her. She had an air of vulnerability about her, and it had touched Reilly on a deeper level. Now, as she lay beautifully pliant beneath him, totally trusting, Reilly’s chest expanded with pride, and something else he didn’t want to think on too hard. He shoved the thoughts away and concentrated only on pleasuring the dark-haired beauty. His gaze sought Lucy’s as she peered out at him from beneath sleepy lashes. Not able to wait another second, he bent his head and kissed her parted lips. He felt the quiver of anticipation cruise through her body, tasted the heat of excitement as his tongue tangled with hers. He wanted to stroke her to a fever pitch, send her over the edge of madness with wild pleasure.

  “Oh God,” she breathed out, her hands clamped on to his shoulders, and tugged him down on top of her. “Fuck me.”

  It was all Reilly could do to keep from driving into her fast and hard. His cock thickened as he began a slow, gentle glide in and out of her. She was so damn tight, he knew he’d hurt her if he wasn’t careful. Lucy moaned his name, and it drove his desire higher. She was a luscious mix of sweet temptation and inexperience. Such a powerful combination. Her pussy milked his cock, nearly driving out all rational thought. She looked like an enchanting goddess, with her dark hair fanning out around her body. Her exotic looks lured him in like a bee to honey. Hell, even the bartender at the restaurant had eyes only for Lucy. One smile from her and Lee had been putty in her hands.

  Reilly braced himself on his elbows with his knees on either side of her body, surrounding her soft curves, and pushed deeper. Lucy’s legs came around him again, and she pulled him even deeper into her tight heat.

  “Damn, sweetheart,” Reilly groaned. “I’m not going to last if you don’t let up.”

  Without another word, Reilly plunged into her with a quick kind of force that had them both gasping for air. He stayed still inside of her for a moment, enjoying the satiny clutch of her, the heat that warmed him deep down. Slowly, he pumped at her tight pussy, his movements growing faster as need swept through him, making him ache to somehow bind her to him. To somehow mark her.

  Lucy came back at him with her own brand of passion, scoring his back with her fingernails. He reached a hand between their bodies and touched off the beginning of a third orgasm for her. She screamed and settled her smooth, supple thighs higher around his waist, squeezing him and sending him over that same high cliff this time. Reilly drove into her one last time and exploded, filling the condom as Lucy’s body contracted, wringing him dry.

  As their breathing slowed and their hearts quieted, he felt Lucy start to squirm, attempting to move him away. She wanted distance—physically or emotionally? Reilly wasn’t about to let her pull away. Not now that he’d had a taste of her.

  “Stay with me this weekend,” he said on impulse. “The whole weekend. I want at least that long with you.” He lifted to a sitting position, then stood and helped her to her feet.

  Lucy wobbled a little before catching herself against his wide, powerful chest. She couldn’t move, merely stood there, looking around the kitchen at the mess they’d created.

  Their clothes were strewn everywhere. Her dress was a wrinkled mess, maybe even beyond repair. Not that she cared. Making love to Reilly had been too damn fantastic to care about a single article of clothing. “The weekend?” she asked as his words finally broke through her orgasm-clouded brain. “Are you serious?”

  “Very,” he said. Then he looked down and cursed. “Ah, hell.”

  “What is it?” She followed his line of sight and froze. The bulbous head of his hard cock poked through the end of the condom. “It broke? The rubber actually broke?”

  Reilly scratched his head. “Apparently.”

  Lucy’s heart beat out a frantic rhythm as the consequences became crystal clear. “How is that even possible?”

  “Beats me. This is a first.” He looked up at her, his face a little pale, and said, “Tell me you’re on the pill.”

  “Yes,” she mumbled, still staring at the ruined condom. “The pill.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “We should be okay.” Something nagged at the back of her mind, but she couldn’t think straight. Her eyes were glued to the gorgeous sight of Reilly’s cock. Good Lord, no wonder the condom broke. The man was extremely well endowed. And to think, she’d only gone to the Blackwater to support Sarah and see about a singing gig. Well, she was sure singing now. Every muscle and nerve ending sang with delight. She tried to contain the laugh, but it burst out anyway.

  Reilly went about disposing of the condom and grabbing a handful of paper towels to clean himself up. “You want to tell me what’s so funny?” he asked as he aimed a frown at her.

  He sounded a tad bit insecure, but Lucy knew there was no need. Reilly had been wonderful. In fact, he’d easily been the best she’d ever had. Gentle yet demanding. Attentive to her needs and intent on wringing every last drop of pleasure from her.

  Reilly crossed his arms and waited while she managed to get a grip on herself. “I was just thinking how quickly plans can change.” When he continued to look baffled, she went on to explain, “I’d only come to the Blackwater to see about auditioning for the singing position. Well, that and to lend moral support to Sarah.”

  A single brow quirked upward as Reilly asked, “An audition?”

  Lucy was still naked except for her come-and-get-it shoes, and her hair was a disheveled mess. She must be quite a sight. She leaned down and picked up her dress and stepped into it. “Yeah, I’d heard you guys were looking to hire a live band. I thought I’d give it a shot.”

  Reilly reached out and took hold of her arm, his gaze no longer teasing and playful. “That’s why you’re here? This is all because you want to sing at the restaurant?”

  Lucy was still a little dazed from what she’d just experienced, but she did have the presence of mind to grasp the angry tone in Reilly’s voice. Then hi
s words hit her like a hard slap, and her own anger rushed to the fore. “I seriously hope you aren’t accusing me of sleeping with you simply to get the singing gig. Please tell me that’s not what you’re implying.”

  He released her and ran a hand through his hair. God, the gesture was sexy. Lucy’s body responded predictably, which infuriated her more, considering the conversation they were having. “Look, I liked what we just did, Lucy. Christ, I liked it a helluva lot. Otherwise I wouldn’t want to spend the weekend with you. But this is the first I’ve heard of you coming to the restaurant to apply for a job. You never even mentioned it until now. That’s pretty odd, don’t you think?”

  And just like that, the happy bubble burst. “Think what you want,” she muttered, a lump forming in her throat. She tried not to let his distrust tear her up. After all, she’d come home with him knowing full well there weren’t any strings, no guarantees. She had no illusions when it came to men. Not anymore. It was a one-night stand. What had she expected?

  Reilly reached for her, but Lucy quickly sidestepped him. He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

  Lucy struggled with her emotions, unwilling to cry in front of him. She didn’t want to talk, and she sure didn’t want the apology she witnessed in his gaze now. What they had shared was more passion than she’d ever had with David their entire marriage. She wouldn’t regret a second of it.

  She finished dressing and turned toward him. “Forget what I said about the audition. It doesn’t matter. Not really.”

  His gaze softened a fraction, and he started toward her again, this time not stopping when she moved away from him. Lucy held up a hand to hold him at bay. “Take me home. Please, Reilly.” Her voice broke, but there was no help for it.

  A muscle in his jaw jumped, but he stopped pursuing her and nodded briskly. Lucy should have been relieved, but she couldn’t feel anything past the thick cloud of misery threatening to engulf her.

 

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