by Rivi Jacks
I hiss as I lift up off of him and then lower myself back down, taking him inside me completely again. It’s easier now, and I repeat the move.
“You’re so tight—and hot,” his voice rasps. I moan softly and try to increase the tempo, but his hands grip my hips. “Slow,” he orders.
“Lucas, please,” I plead when he impedes my attempt to move at a faster pace. I need more.
He leans in and forcefully sucks a nipple into his mouth as I clutch his shoulders. My head falls back, and I close my eyes against the extreme pleasure-pain of his erection stretching me beyond full. With his hands still grasping my hips, I move at the leisurely pace he sets, almost crazed with my need to move faster. Up. Down. My body moves in a smooth, wavelike motion. An ache of need is building low in my belly, tightening everything inside of me. It feels heavenly, and I don’t want it to stop. Ever.
Lucas is breathing hard now. I watch him, his head leaning back against the couch, his eyes half closed in arousal. His gaze burns into mine, and he reaches behind my head, pulling me forward to meet his lips, branding me with his desire.
I break the kiss, crying out as my orgasm washes over me in a powerful tightening of my body, shaking me to my core as I come.
My body is still quivering from my release when Lucas’ hands slide to my waist, and he lifts my body, placing me face down on the couch. “Hands and knees,” he growls, entering me from behind, one foot planted on the floor, the other beside me on the cushion. Holding my hips, he pumps ruthlessly into me, giving me the hard pounding that I need. I feel the stirrings of another orgasm even as I’m still trembling from the effects of the last one. The overpowering sensation reaches the point of pain, and I cry out. Lucas grips my shoulders to hold me in place as he thrusts with a bone-jarring intensity. My climax peaks as a deluge of pleasure wrings cry after cry from me.
I wake, and we’re lying in bed, my head resting on Lucas’ shoulder, his arm cradling me against his side.
“You’re awake,” he says softly.
I smile. That was— It’s always amazing when Lucas makes love to me, but that was especially good. Was it because I was somewhat in control, or the fact it felt so naughty doing it in front of a window?
I thump him a good one on the chest.
“What was that for?” he asks in a surprised voice as he rubs the abused spot.
I rise up slightly. “For taking me in front of a window, where anyone could have seen us!” I scold.
He smiles wolfishly, clearly not contrite. “As I recall, you were doing the taking, my sweet.”
My mouth falls open, and I promptly close it. Then I grin with smugness. “It would serve you right if someone saw” —he rolls me over onto my back as he leans over me— “us.”
The look on his face would be scary if I didn’t know he was playing. I think he’s playing.
“I would do great bodily harm to anyone who saw you like that,” he says in a quiet voice.
“Lucas,” I say, unconcerned as I reach up to smooth the hair from his forehead. “I’m sure you wouldn’t harm someone for something you caused to happen.”
He smiles one of those cold smiles that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You think I’d let another man watch you come, and then let him live to fantasize about you?” My face heats at his words. He slides his hand under the back of my head, grasping my hair to pull, tilting my face up. “You are mine. Only mine,” he rasps. “I am possessive of what belongs to me—especially—you.” He lowers his mouth to mine and gives me a quick, soft kiss. Sometimes his quiet voice, his calmness, holds an underlying menace.
Looking into his eyes I whisper, “I was only teasing.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I wasn’t.” I swallow with difficulty staring into his eyes and realize, he’s probably capable of things that would give me nightmares. He grins widely, giving me another swift kiss.
“While you shower, I’m going to order you something to wear,” he says as he lifts off me to stand by the bed.
What? “You’re… ordering me clothes?” I slip into the robe he hands me.
“Yes. You need clean clothes,” —he gives me a speculative look— “right?”
He’s picking out my clothes? “I guess,” I say slowly.
“Sofie, I could be offended by how suspicious of me you always seem to be.”
“I’m sorry” I don’t want to hurt his feelings. “I don’t mean to be—I—”
He reaches out to touch my cheek. “Sofie, I’m teasing you.”
“Oh.”
“I’m going to call a shop I was in earlier and have some items sent over,” he murmurs as he pulls on a pair of jeans and leaves me standing as he walks across to the seating area.
A shop he was in earlier? As in today, when he was supposed to be in a meeting or the first time he was here before he brought me back with him?
He opens the laptop that sits on a small table by one of the chairs near the fireplace. Sitting down, he puts his phone to his ear and looks up giving me a tilt of his head toward the bathroom.
He is so damn bossy! I don’t like how bossy he is—well, except in bed, where I love how forceful and demanding he is when he takes me. I blush and head for the bathroom.
I’ve showered and just finished drying my hair when I hear a knock on the door of the suite. I hear muted voices and after several minutes, silence. I finish with the supplied body lotion and then open the dressing room door. As I walk out, Lucas turns meeting my eyes from across the room.
Without breaking our connection, he nods toward the bed. “Your clothes.” There’s a guarded look in his eyes. He knows I’m not entirely okay with this.
I turn to see jeans, sweaters, ‘little bits of nothing’ bra and panty sets, and socks laid out on the bed. There’s also a fur-lined hooded parka in a soft shade of winter white, and two garment bags. What looks to be a good pair of sturdy brown lace-up hiking boots, sits on the floor next to a pair of men’s hiking boots.
Holy hell. I look up at Lucas before looking back at the bed. “What’s in the garment bags?” I ask, unable to hide the wariness in my voice.
He answers without looking up from his phone. “Probably your dress.”
My dress? I reach down and unzip the top bag, revealing a beautiful lace dress. I pull it from the bag, still on the hanger. It’s gorgeous—just my style. “You picked this out?”
He looks up then. “With help.” He smiles. “A very nice sales lady helped me. I told her what I thought you’d like,” he shrugs, “and she did the rest.” He turns back to his phone.
Oh.
I unzip the second bag to find a long black wool coat.
“There should be shoes too,” he says as he saunters across the room.
“What’s in that bag?” I nod toward a bag lying off to the side, thinking it might be for him.
He reaches to snatch the bag away as I move toward it. “No peeking,” he says as he takes it to the closet. What? He turns to look at me. “No peeking, understand.”
“O-kay.” Holy hell. I’m a little worried by what might be in there.
Lucas comes to stand beside me as I survey my new clothes.
“I thought you might like to go out to dinner tonight. Clea and Alan have asked us to join them.” He watches me closely. “Would you like that?”
I get to meet the mysterious Clea? “Yes, I would.”
Lucas smiles as if pleased, pulling me into his arms. “Do you like your clothes?”
I hesitate before stretching up on tiptoe, giving his cheek a kiss. “I do. It was very thoughtful. Thank you.” I glance back at the bed. “You know, Lucas—I’m perfectly capable of shopping for my own clothes.”
His eyebrow lifts. “I’m very well aware of that, Sofie.” His lips lift at the corners. “I didn’t th
ink it a good idea for you to be traipsing around Jackson without me—”
“So, you were keeping me confined here!”
He laughs outright, pulling me closer. “I’ve discovered I like buying clothes for you.” He frowns and then gives me a dry laugh.
I shake my head. “Lucas—”
“It’s certainly a first for me.”
What? I search his expression. “You’ve never shopped before? Not even for yourself?” I know men don’t like to shop, but how the hell has he avoided it for five hundred years?
He looks thoroughly amused now. “I’ve never bought clothes for a woman.”
Oh. I flush, pleased with his answer. I look over at the bed in resignation. Geez, I wonder how much it all cost. “I’ll… pay you back when we get home.”
“You will not!”
“Lucas—”
He pulls my arms behind me to the small of my back where he holds them clasped in one hand. “Hush.” He bends his head and kisses me softly, sucking on my bottom lip. “The things I want to do to this lush mouth,” he murmurs before releasing me. “You’d better put your clothes away and get dressed. It’s almost time to meet Clea and Alan. We can’t be out too late, I have a surprise for you tomorrow.”
A surprise!
I give the boots a dubious look before setting them in the closet. Lucas is taking me on a hike?
“What’s this surprise tomorrow?” I ask. He’s just out of the shower, and stands in front of the bathroom mirror wearing a towel, running his hand over his jaw. I’m distracted looking at his broad back with well-defined muscles that taper down to a lean, trim waist.
“Sofie?” I look away from all that gorgeous skin to meet his amused gaze in the mirror.
I clear my throat. “Um… so, you’re not going to tell me?”
“No.” His lips twitch. “As I just said—if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?” He picks up an electric shaver. “We need to leave in thirty minutes, sweet.” His smile is nothing if not smug.
Yes, Lucas Santiago, you unsettle me. I decide to do a little unsettling of my own. I turn my back, drop my robe and then bend over to pick up the pair of panties I placed on the bathroom chair. Lucas’ hand lands hard on my bare bottom.
“Ow!” I instinctively step to move out of range, but he reaches out and pulls me back up against his front.
“My sweet, I love you playing games like this with me—flaunting that delectable ass in my direction, and I’m tempted to show you how truly—unprincipled I can be, but then we’ll be very late to the restaurant. Understand?” His threat comes out husky as his warm breath brushes my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe. Unprincipled? I draw in a ragged breath as I lean my head back against his chest. Am I really that hungry?
He places a warm kiss on my bare shoulder before turning back to the mirror. “Clea and Alan are leaving tomorrow, so if you want to meet her, you need to get dressed.”
I scoop the robe up to hold to my front and then turn, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He gives me a slow, sexy smile that pulls at the edges of his mouth.
Well, that went well. I gather up my things, moving to the dressing room area.
Geez. My new undies are skimpy. They fit, there’s just not much to them. The bra, along with the matching thong is made of the sheerest white silk with the bra’s demi cups barely concealing my nipples.
I adore the dress Lucas ordered. The body of it consists of a lined, delicate white lace and fits as if made for me. The unlined sleeves fit tight, ending at my elbows, and the skirt’s hem hits about mid-thigh with tassel type fringe falling a few inches below the hemline. I like the way the fringe moves with me and catch Lucas watching from the open doorway.
I smile shyly. “Thank you, I love it.”
He makes a motion with his finger for me to turn, and I twirl.
“As good as you look in that dress; I can’t wait to get you out of it.” He holds my gaze with his glittering, fervent one as he saunters across the room. By the time he stops in front of me, my whole body feels flushed. His mouth closes over mine, and his kiss is heady, passionate. When he pulls away, I sway toward him, and he steadies me chuckling under his breath. “Turn around, my sweet, I’ll finish zipping you up.” I obediently do as bid, and he lifts my hair, brushing it over my shoulder. His finger caresses my skin as he pulls the zipper, making me shiver slightly. I arch my neck when he places his lips on the delicate skin below my ear, his voice rumbling as he asks, “Ready?”
“Almost,” I whisper, not so sure I want to go out now that he’s awakened this hunger I have for him. Again. But, I do want to meet Clea, and I have this lovely new dress— “I’ll just be a moment,” I say as I step away.
“Don’t be long.”
The sales lady also sent a bag of cosmetics and different hair clips and ties, and it doesn’t take me long to finish. I apply makeup with a light hand, and I decide to braid my hair loosely over my shoulder. As I step out of the dressing room, Lucas stands by the windows, with a drink in hand. He’s wearing a black suit with a black shirt. Even his tie is black. My mouth drops open, and I promptly close it, staring at him.
“Ready?” he asks for the second time in a matter of minutes. He picks up my coat and holds it open for me, his hands settling on my shoulders after I slip into it. “You look beautiful, my sweet.” He nuzzles the spot behind my ear, inhaling deeply. “And you smell wonderful.”
“So do you.” I breathe in his scent as I turn. My heels help my height, and I’m looking right at his throat, my eyes travel up to meet his.
“I look beautiful?” His chuckle is rich and deep.
“Yes. And you smell” —closing my eyes, I inhale deeply— “heavenly.”
He runs his finger over my lips. “If we don’t leave right now, we might not leave at all,” he says softly. “And I want to show you off.”
I doubt they’ll be looking at me I decide as we head out the door.
The restaurant Lucas drives us to is quietly elegant. As we follow the young woman to our table, she keeps looking back, smiling at Lucas. I can’t really blame her; I’m having trouble keeping my eyes off him myself. The dining room looks full, and I realize the diners must be mostly locals since this is the off-season.
When Lucas’ fingers lightly rest on the small of my back, even though it’s barely a touch, a spark ignites, spreading along my spine moving up the back of my neck. My breath catches, and I shiver in response. Glancing up, I catch him watching me from under his dark lashes with a look that is at once intimate and possessive. One side of his mouth lifts enticingly. I look away quickly before I forget how to walk.
As we near a table in the middle of the dining room, I have a moment to study the couple sitting there, leaning close to each other. I watch as the woman, a stunning redhead, strokes the side of the attractive man’s face. He looks up as we step near.
“Here they are now,” he says, standing.
“Lucas!” The redhead stands with effortless grace.
“Clea,” Lucas replies as she promptly gives him a hug, quickly turning her gaze on me. “This is Sofie. Sofie, this is Clea and Alan Hunt.”
“It’s so good to finally meet you,” Clea says as she steps closer. Lucas moves to shake Alan Hunt’s hand.
“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you too.”
She points to a chair. “Here, sit by me.”
Lucas pulls out the chair for me. “Don’t overwhelm her, Clea.”
“Leave us alone, Lucas! We’re going to get to know each other,” she scolds. He shakes his head, smiling indulgently.
“Sofie, it’s good to meet you,” Alan Hunt says, before sitting down. He has a lovely shade of light blue eyes, and with his dark brown hair, he’s quite good looking.
“Thank you, I�
�m pleased to meet you.”
“Sorry we’re late; Sofie couldn’t keep her hands off me.” Lucas grins at my glare. Clea and Alan both laugh as I feel my face warm. Lucas squeezes my shoulder as he rests his arm on the back of my chair.
I glance around the dining room and notice most of the women stealing peeks our way. I also notice two different tables where everyone seated is staring at us. I’m sure it’s Lucas they’re looking at, though. Are they supernatural? If so, then there’s good reason for them to be looking at him since he is a member of their royal family. I shake my head at the thought and take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Lucas leans close, his mouth near my ear. “Easy, sweet.” I glance up, and he smiles gently at me.
The waiter stops to take our drink order, and Lucas and Alan begin a conversation about motorcycles.
“Oh Lord, we’ve lost them for the rest of the night now,” Clea informs me. “Once they start blathering about the throbbing power between their legs—motorcycles that is.”
I giggle and glance at Lucas. He seems absorbed in his conversation, but he suddenly rests his hand on my thigh, sliding it down between my legs. I press my thighs together, trapping his hand, hoping to keep him from moving it any higher.
The waiter returns with our drinks and takes our food orders. I’m conscious of Lucas’ hand the whole time and can barely concentrate as his thumb strokes my thigh. I’m satisfied they know what he’s doing too since Clea, her husband, and the waiter all stare at me. I know my face is red because I can feel the heat. Thank goodness, Lucas pulls his hand from between my legs as he reaches for his drink. I order, and the waiter moves on.
“Sofie,” Clea leans toward me. “Would you like to go with me to freshen up?”
“Yes.”
“Excuse us,” Clea says as Lucas and Alan stand.
I give them a smile. Such manners. Lucas takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “Hurry back, sweet,” he says, leaning closer. “Stay right with Clea,” he orders softly.