by April Angel
Her smile widened and her eyes sparkled with joy. “Thank you. You look pretty hot yourself.”
Women told him that before…all the time. But none of them had that soft look in their eyes.
“Are you ready to go?”
“I am.” She stepped out into the hallway and shut the door behind her. “So…you’re cooking, huh?”
“I did promise to show you that I can be Martha Stewart.”
She laughed. The husky sound played havoc with his concentration. “I can’t wait to see what you have in store.”
Their drive was filled with wedding planning conversation. He listened while she explained why Alex was upset she had to wear a dress that made her look like a beached whale with a bad tan, while Nina had tried to reassure her—without much success—that she looked great. He studied her while she spoke. She was so animated retelling the bridal party dramas that he couldn’t help but smile. When they arrived at his home, she peeked around as if looking for other people. “It’s just me and you.”
She grinned. “Why didn’t you say this was your house? And I bet that’s your yacht too!” She pursed her lips. “You let me think we were on private property.”
“We were on private property. Mine.”
Her eyes twinkled with mirth. “I’ve been on many nice boats, but none hold the fond memories of that one.”
“There’s other areas of this property where we can create memorable moments later.”
Her eyes darkened, and she glanced down at his mouth before meeting his gaze. Dinner. He needed to keep his mind out of the bedroom and on making sure she enjoyed their date.
“You know, without all those poker tables and the extra couple hundred people, this house is huge. Why would you live here all by yourself?”
He shrugged, walked to the bar and opened some wine. “It’s been in my family for generations. When my parents decided to travel the world, I bought it from them.”
“It’s beautiful. Huge, but beautiful.”
He handed her a glass of wine and led her to the kitchen area. It was one of his favorite spots because it opened into the smaller of two dining areas. He had so many memories of his family eating breakfast while his mom ran back and forth to the kitchen to get stuff.
“Now this…is a kitchen.” She sighed. “I think I’m in love.”
He chuckled. “Here, I thought you would be saying that once I got you out of that dress.”
She lifted her brows and gave him a haughty look. “You clearly have never lived in an apartment with a tiny kitchen or bathroom. Those are the two worst things to have small in any household. Right now, I am in love with this kitchen, and, if your bathroom is anything like this, I may try to buy this place from you.”
She sipped her wine and slid her finger over the pristine marble top of the kitchen island.
“What do I get if the bathroom is better?”
Her laughter was quick and filled him with pleasure. “I bet I can think of something.”
“Come on. Let’s get you some food before you start saying I’m an ungracious host trying to starve you.”
She grinned. “Has Jazz been talking about how I love food again?”
“Your Jazz is always talking, but no, I just want to know what you think of my food.”
“Oooh, I can’t wait.” She sat at the pre-set dining room table.
He’d been more careful than ever and had even gone as far as to call Max to find out what her preferences were. He’d never taken so much trouble to make a first impression on a first date with a woman he’d already been with. He picked his mother’s favorite china and got his housekeeper to fill a vase with pink peonies.
“I love these.” She caressed one of the flower petals with so much care you’d think it was a newborn. “They’re so pretty and different.”
Just like her. It finally dawned on him that while he’d been obsessing over what his ex-fiancée had done, Lucky hadn’t asked him how much money he made, what his net worth was, or anything related to his finances. She’d just been getting to know him.
Dinner started backward. It was his own fault—he’d put cookies in to bake while he’d handed her some wine.
“What is that smell?” She groaned. “Is that chocolate?”
He watched her eyes go wide.
“I’m baking cookies.”
“You’re what?”
He grinned. “For dessert.”
She visibly gulped. “What’s the rest of dessert?”
“Fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies with vanilla bean ice cream.”
She bit her lip and groaned. “OK, we’re going to have to eat that first. It sounds amazing, and I don’t think the smell will let me eat anything else right now.”
He grinned, pleased that she seemed so willing to eat whatever he made. “Aren’t you worried they’ll taste bad or be undercooked, overcooked, or something?”
She looked at him as though he’d said something stupid. “It’s chocolate. Chocolate is perfect in every way, shape, or form.”
Laughing all the way to the oven, he pulled the cookie tray out and put them on a cooling rack while he served the ice cream. He’d been told she loved cinnamon, so he sprinkled some over her ice cream and placed a fresh-baked cookie next to it. Topping the concoction with some whipped cream, which he couldn’t take the credit for because his housekeeper made it for him, he brought the dessert bowls to the table.
She licked her lips, her gaze stuck on the bowls with the ice cream.
“You sure you want to eat this before dinner?” he asked.
Her nod was so fast he couldn’t help but enjoy the fact that she was in his home. With him. Spending time together. She was moaning the moment a spoonful of ice cream and cookie went into her mouth.
“Oh God…this is…so…good!”
His cock jerked. Hell, his balls were aching from her moaning. He cleared his throat, hoping she’d get the hint that it was a cruel and unusual punishment for her to moan like she was getting ready to come, without him being able to do anything.
Her gaze lifted and met his. Arousal filled her brown eyes. “This is really good, but I know something that tastes even better.”
Holding the spoon dripping ice cream midway to his mouth, he stared at her. She licked the front of the spoon, running her tongue over the indentation and then circling around to the curved side.
“I find that hard to believe, with the way you’re licking that spoon.” He dropped a hand to his lap and gripped his cock over his pants. His shaft ached with the need to be inside her.
She smiled—a flirty little grin—and stood. “Oh, I know exactly what tastes better than this ice cream.”
He tensed, watching her come closer to him. After shoving his chair back, he inhaled sharply when she straddled his lap.
“You,” she said, twining her arms around his neck, her nails raking the back of his head, “are much better tasting than ice cream.”
He slid his hands behind her back, gripped her ass, and groaned when she wiggled over his cock. She kissed his jaw—soft, light kisses that only helped to harden his cock some more. The heady mix of her sexy perfume and her own scent made it difficult to keep desire under control. She gripped his hair and kissed him. Hard. Fire raced down his spine and straight to his cock. He squeezed her cheeks harder. Rougher. She moaned and rocked over him, ratcheting up the passion running rampant in his veins. Mindless need enveloped them. He wanted to devour her every time she mewled into their kiss.
Their tongues rubbed and glided sensually over each other. He turned dominant with the kiss, shoving his tongue further into her mouth, possessing every crevice and exploring her sweet depths.
She tore away from him and immediately brushed tiny kisses over his jaw and down to his neck. His shirt buttons popped open. Finally. Next he needed to get her naked. His chest was naked for her touch.
“Sweetheart…I thought we were taking things slow.” He groaned. She sucked his collarbone and flicked h
er tongue over his nipple.
“Slow…later…want…you…now.” She moaned into his chest.
She licked his nipple, twirled her tongue in circles over his tiny bud, and bit.
“Fuck!”
She chuckled and slid off his lap to kneel in front of his chair. He watched her unbuckle his pants, his zipper hissing on its decent. She glanced up at him. Her eyes turned into opaque pools of need, entrancing him with their dark brown depths.
“Lift up, Mr. Sexy.”
He’d have grinned if she didn’t look so damn hot saying that while yanking his pants down. His aching cock sprang free a moment later.
“Mmm.”
He choked on a breath. She gripped the base of his cock and, wasting no time, lapped at him from root to tip. Pre-cum oozed out of his slit. She licked at his mushroomed head, laving him with her saliva before popping it into her hot mouth. Slick heat enveloped his dick in a tight caress when she sucked, dancing her tongue in swift, juicy circles. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, shiny, coated with her saliva. Their gazes met the minute she peered up at him.
“I knew you’d taste better.”
She jerked him in her small grip, which didn’t go all the way around his girth, making more moisture drip from his slit. His body tensed tighter. Need gathered inside him, urging him to get inside her tight, wet sex. She used the moisture from her saliva to jerk him faster and returned to sucking him deep into her mouth. She took him farther this time, pulled back and shoved him down her throat again. It was dirty, sexy, and so fucking hot; he knew if she kept it up he was going to come. And was he a bastard or what? The thought of coming all over her dress turned him on even more.
Pricks of electricity gathered in his spine, readying his cock for climax. He pulled her off him. She licked her lips, and he yanked her up for a kiss. It was rougher than he’d wanted. He couldn’t control the basic urges riding him. He bit her lips, sucked, and overpowered her with his kisses. Her response only served to inflame him some more. She moaned, jerked him with one hand and dug the nails of the other into his shoulder.
He pulled her up to her feet. Her dress came off in two seconds flat, the soft material pooling on the floor with a soft whoosh. He toed off his shoes and pants, uncaring where anything landed. Clothes were strewn and shoes kicked out of the way, their lips still locked in a kiss so hungry he felt consumed by the fire she lit in his veins. Caressing her naked body was the highlight of his day. She was soft, smooth, caramel perfection. Her curves enticed him to taste every single inch of her. When their lips parted, she was panting, her face flushed and her lips swollen from his kisses. He wanted to roar and tell the world she belonged to him.
He reached into the pocket of his discarded pants, pulled out a condom and turned to her. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Her eyes went wide with confusion, but she allowed him to guide her outside the glass door that connected to the patio. A pristine Olympic-sized pool sat a few yards away.
He led her toward the shallow end of the pool, dropped the condom by the stairs, and turned to her.
She hadn’t voiced a complaint or hesitated, and he loved it. “Sit down, sweetheart.”
A small frown puckered her brow. She did as he asked; sat on the stairs with water lapping over her ankles. He went down a few steps, sank to his knees, and watched arousal flare brighter in her eyes. She’d figured out what he was about.
“Spread your legs for me. Show me that pretty pink pussy again.”
She moaned and opened her legs wide, until he could see her glistening folds calling him for a taste.
“Baby, you’re so wet.” He rubbed two fingers between her pussy lips, loving the way she whimpered.
Cool water rippled around his legs as he bent forward and moved his head between her thighs. She leaned back, widening her legs and bracing herself on her elbows. He licked her deeper and she shuddered.
“Oh…yes…”
He loved the hitch he heard in her voice. It incited him to bring her to the edge and watch her fall. Her musky scent drove the hungry part of him to taste more of her. He slipped his tongue into her, licking and sucking on her essence. She tasted of sexy woman, better than ice cream and the chocolate she loved so much. Her legs shook. She moaned, groaned, and whimpered for him to keep going. It was empowering to know he was bringing her so much pleasure. He licked down to her dark anal entrance, knowing he’d soon get to fuck the tight hole, and sucked his way up to her clit.
“Oh!”
She tensed. He delved his tongue in and out, fucking her with it.
“Yes! More!”
Twirling circles over her tight little pleasure nubbin, he felt her body vibrate with her need to come. He sucked her clit and flicked his tongue over it, hard and fast. And that’s when she snapped. She jerked, screamed, and her body shook with the force of her release.
Lucky was dazed and still suffering from slight shockwaves after the orgasm Jared gave her. She tried to blink her eyes into focus, but her vision was hazy. Goddamn, that man was going to kill her. Oh, but what a way to go.
The sound of tearing foil got her attention. She glanced down to catch him sliding a condom over his hard cock. Her pussy throbbed again. It didn’t matter that she’d just come hard or that he seemed to be the first man to make her body shake and convulse like that. Nope. All her body knew was it wanted him inside her, stroking her with his steel length and bringing her back to the precipice of bliss.
He glanced up, his face tight with need. He held out a hand. “Come here.”
She sat up, slipped a hand into his and stood. He guided her farther into the pool, until the water was lapping at her breasts. He caressed her face with wet fingers.
“I don’t know why I need you so much, but it only seems to grow. I can’t stop wanting you.”
Her breath abated at the possession he displayed looking down at her body. He slid his hands up and down her spine, bringing her body flush over his. Their lips met in a soft, heart-melting kiss. Her back hit the side of the pool and she curled her legs around his waist. He lifted her up by her ass and slid her down his cock, until he was balls-deep inside her.
Fire raged in her pussy. In her blood. Hell, her entire body was blazing. He slid in and out of her in smooth drives. She held on to him, moaning into his mouth. Every thrust into her pussy made her tremble with anticipation. Tension gathered inside her, almost like the lava bubbling inside a volcano, waiting for the perfect moment before it burst free and flowed seamlessly.
He thrust harder, with an edge of desperation that mimicked the need inside her body. Tearing her lips from his, she groaned and threw her head back. He licked at her neck, biting and sucking on her jaw and throat.
“God, you’re tight, and feel so good.”
She panted. Air fought its way into her lungs. She whimpered, loving how hard and rough he turned. Her pussy was scorched by how badly she needed to come again.
“Please…”
He slipped a hand between their bodies and rubbed her engorged clit. He kissed her jaw and licked her earlobe. “Come over the edge for me, baby, I’ve got you.”
His words, said with so much conviction, destroyed the barriers inside her heart. The tight ball of nerves inside her broke. She screamed his name without meaning to when her orgasm tore through her with the force of a category 5 hurricane. It struck with devastating speed and catastrophic impact. She convulsed, her body continuing to shake through the waves of pleasure.
Still trying to catch her breath, she moaned when he quickened his thrusts, until he stiffened in her arms and sucked on her neck. He groaned, shaking with his own orgasm.
“You’re incredible.”
His words were a soft rumble by her neck. She held on to him, hugging him tight, and smiled when he moved them farther into the cool pool water.
“Stay with me tonight.”
She gazed into his face and felt her heart flutter. He was staring at her with a soft look in his eyes. Ho
w was she supposed to say no to him when he gave her those kinds of smiles?
“OK.” Like a game of poker, she knew there were risks. But she decided to hold and see where the cards fell.
Chapter Ten
Lucky woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast. She also got a large dose of soft kisses on her shoulder. She tried to hold back a smile but failed miserably when his stubble tickled her.
“Ah, there she is. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”
She blinked her eyes open and grinned at Jared’s scruffy face and sexy naked torso. “This isn’t fair.”
He frowned. “What?”
“You, looking this good in the morning. I probably look like something the cat dragged in.” She sat up on the bed, tugging the sheet up to cover her breasts. She ran her hand through her knotted curls and winced. Yeah, real sexy, chica.
He laughed and passed her a cup of coffee. She inhaled and stopped. “Who told you how I like my coffee?”
“Nina.”
Figured. Nina had made it clear to her that she would push her matchmaking to the limit trying to get Lucky to spend time with Jared. Her sweet cousin played dirty. She sipped and sighed. The sweet combination of coffee, cream, and cinnamon were ones that could always make her relax.
He grabbed the cup over her hands, pulled it away from her mouth, and kissed her, licking the sweet coffee and cream concoction from her lips. “Mmm. Yummy.”
“Nuh-uh. This here is my coffee. Get your own,” she said, slapping his hand away when he tried take it out of her hands.
He stood, picked up a tray of food, and placed it on his empty side of the bed. She didn’t wait for him to fix himself before munching on buttered toast.
“How about I play you for some of that coffee?” He grabbed a deck of cards from the tray and put it between them. He sat across from her and shuffled the cards while she ate.
“Hmm. I don’t know. You’re supposed to be a pro.” She sipped on her coffee, still unable to tear her eyes away. He was practically naked, bar his boxers. She gulped air like a fish out of water. His sexy, scruffy face looked even better than when he was clean-shaven. And dear God, his body was tight with muscles, and the tattoo was in full display in front of her. And it felt so…right.