Jaimee’s living room and dining room combo was warm and inviting. He really did envy her the oversized, overstuffed sofa that divided the rooms and the matching chair the sat against the left wall. Various houseplants sat and hung around. Nice, very nice. It was the sliding glass door to the right of him that opened onto a small bare patio that made him uneasy. It provided too easy an access.
Crossing the room to the large entertainment cabinet , he opened the doors that hid an impressive widescreen television. Picking up the remote, Lucas turned on the set and found the channel then sat and nearly sighed at the comfort of the sofa.
“Wow! Nice equipment, James!” They stood not twenty feet behind him but without turning around he shouted with excitement for effect. “Hot damn, surround sound and everything.”
“Uh…thank you. It was a gift from my husband.” Jaimee’s soft laugh had him looking over his shoulder. “Actually it was more for my husband. The T.V. that is. The surround sound is great for music, that’s my thing.”
Music was her thing. She had music playing almost constantly. Rock mostly…all kinds of rock. He’d learned Jaimee was fond of a driving beat. Lucas caught her gaze and gave her a sexy wink. “I bet Berry White and Tina Turner would sound amazing on this system,” he said, reminding her of their encounter at the spa. He waited, watching her eyes widen and her cheeks flush before turning back to the game he would be interested in if he weren’t otherwise occupied.
“To answer your question, we had a computer system crash a couple of weeks ago and lost some contact information,” Ron said sharply.
Bullshit. A company that size would back up nightly.
“I’m sorry, Ron, I haven’t found the day planner.”
“You need to understand how very important it is that we find it, Jaimee.” Yeah, Ronnie, and just how far would you go to get your hands on that day planner?
“I understand perfectly,” Jaimee pulled the door open. “Goodbye, Ronald.”
There was a pause. “Listen, why don’t you come to dinner some time? Sandy and I would love to have you over…”
“No.” Lucas tensed at the pause and was about to get up when she continued. “Look, Ron, maybe you and Brent were friends. I just tagged along. We both know that. So you and Sandy are not obligated to try and be friendly to me.”
“Fine. That’s not how we feel about you but fine. Just let me know if you find the day planner.”
“Goodbye, Ronald.” She spoke with impatience, cutting off any further discussion, as if she were dealing with an insubordinate child.
When he heard the closing of the door he turned on the sofa and watched her standing just outside the room.
“You okay?”
“Sure.” She shrugged without looking up. She looked so pretty, so innocent, her arms crossed over her stomach, frowning down at her sexy little bare toes.
“I overheard. Sorry to eavesdrop, it was kinda hard not to. Jaimee, is that guy giving you a hard time?”
Taking a deep breath, she smiled bleakly. “It’s fine, I’m fine.”
But it wasn’t fine. Even without having the privilege of listening in on her life he knew her emotions were in turmoil by her troubled expression. She didn’t hide her emotions well. She was open, sincere, wholesome and watching her stand there looking so lost and vulnerable made him feel fiercely protective and achingly hard. He wanted, needed, to be a part of her, desperate for a taste of her sweet innocence.
Whether it was that unnerving conversation with her mother, Marshall or memories of Turner that had her looking so fragile didn’t seem to matter anymore. Lucas wanted to make it go away. Get her focused on him and the pleasure he could give her. He ached to touch her, hold her, make her forget, make her feel. A faint conscious thought in the back of his brain warned him to ignore his rampant libido. Now wasn’t the time, she was too defenseless. Just watch the damn game, he told himself, go home and jack off. But it was too late, he’d made his choice when he’d sprinted across the road to her rescue. There was no way he’d leave her tonight.
“Jaimee,” he said without smiling. Her head snapped up and she looked at him as though she forgot he was there. “Come here.”
She hesitated and he knew she was warring with herself, her own desire. “No. I have work to do. But, you’re welcome to watch the T.V. as long as you like.”
“I said come here. If you don’t, I’ll come there.”
She shook her head then paused, considering his threat. “Who’s winning?” she asked weakly, foolishly thinking she could change his agenda.
“The game? Tennessee.” He stood without taking his eyes off her. “This between us? I am.”
“Lucas…” Again she shook her head. So nervous, he could see her trembling as he quickly walked toward her but she didn’t back away. A gasp escaped her lips when he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her hard against him. Taking what he wanted, his hands moved down to cup her ass. Instantly he got lost in the feel of her, her softness. So incredibly soft, he loved the feel of her satiny skin under his fingers, his mouth. He wanted to touch every inch of her, the slope of her hip, and God help him, her breasts were so full, firm and responsive. But it was her moan of surrender, her sweet mouth opening to him, her tongue dipping shyly past his lips that sent him over the edge of reason.
It was wrong, but she just couldn’t resist it anymore. To push him away now would hurt more than she could bear and what did she have to lose? She was no virgin, her husband was dead and she was so lonely she ached with it. God knew that. He had to understand that. Her desire for Lucas was so strong from the moment she’d met him. It was almost a relief to feel his hard body pressed against hers. She nearly sobbed. It seemed as though she’d been bound in a bleak world, void of touch, void of warmth and he was offering her fire. Nothing else seemed to matter. Nothing but the feel of Lucas, strong and solid, holding her, making her whole body pulse with pleasure at the artful way he was kissing her.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew if she had any sense or decency at all she should push him away, but she just didn’t care about right or wrong anymore. She wasn’t sure she could deny him now even if she wanted to. She made her decision and refused to allow herself to think about what she should do and go with what she wanted. Flooded with sensation, wonder and incredible need, she ignored her fear and let herself be swept away. She didn’t care what giving in made her anymore.
Giving in, giving herself up to overwhelming need, she pressed closer. Her hands fisted in his hair as she tilted her head to give him better access and boldly tasted him, sweeping her tongue just past his lips to touch his. His groan rumbled through her and she didn’t have time to analyze what it meant before he lifted her into his arms and mounted the steps. Her heart stuttered as she pulled her mouth away and stared at him. Regardless of how much weight she’d lost she was still a big woman and definitely not an easy burden to bear. Well, shouldn’t have been, but Lucas carried her as if she weighed nothing.
“Lucas,” she murmured. “I’m too …”
What she saw in his eyes kept her from finishing her thought. The muscle in his jaw ticked and there was fire in his eyes. He looked savage, hungry, adamant. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him and suddenly it didn’t matter. She forgot what she was going to argue about anyway as he sat her on her bed, once again his mouth taking possession of hers. He was giving her no time to consider what was going to happen. Only salacious, unrelenting sensation ruled her conscious thought.
Hot, his hands were so hot and urgent as they roughly ran up her sides, pulling her tank top over her head. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin below her earlobe, as he easily released the front clasp of her bra and slid it off her shoulders, tossing it aside. With a quick flick of his wrist he untied the drawstring of her lounge pants with one hand. The other cupped her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple and she hissed at the sharp ache as her vagina contracted in response. His warm breath feathered over her throat, his lips nip
ped and sucked, making her wild with desire. She clutched at his shirt wanting to feel his skin, now.
He pulled away and she whimpered in protest. Grasping the material at her hips, he yanked them all the way down, along with her panties, and tossed them behind him. Suddenly flustered, she watched nervously as he stood, kicking off his shoes, his sultry gaze perusing her naked body. The light was still on. He could see everything. She could just imagine what he must be thinking with her round flabby tummy, wide hips…and oh God, the cellulite. Afraid of what she’d see in his eyes she didn’t look up at him.
“Turn the light off,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Look at me.” He waited until she obeyed his hoarse command then frowned down at her and shook his head. Embarrassed, she quickly crawled backward onto the bed and started to wrap her arms around her legs. Before she could succeed, his hand shot out, grasped her ankle and yanked her back down.
Lying there, breathless with shock, sprawled out and exposed, he bent over her until his very regal nose was mere inches from her own. “Don’t do that again. Don’t ever try and hide from me again.” His eyes were incredibly dark, dilated, hungry, and he meant business. There was no playful glint, only intent and desire. Moisture gathered between her thighs in response. “I want to watch your beautiful face when you come.”
Her heart thudded against her breastbone as she looked up at him, captivated by his words. She went to shake her head. “I…” Before she could finish her thought his mouth covered hers, his tongue swept over hers then gently sucked her bottom lip as he braced himself over her with one hand, the other splayed possessively over her stomach, his thumb drawing slow deliberate circles right above her mound. All coherent thought fled from her mind. Whatever it was she had been about to say didn’t matter anymore.
She rose up to kiss him back, apprehensively meeting his tongue with her own. She had no clue if what she was doing was arousing Lucas or turning him off. She hadn’t kissed this way since she’d married and the few times she had before had been clumsy and less than satisfactory. But her sexual insecurities were quickly being consumed in the heat of her passion. She didn’t care if she was doing it right anymore or not. She just wanted to be connected, to taste more of him, to feel the weight of his body covering her, filling her.
A whimper of need bubbled up from deep inside her and she tore at his shirt. He caught her arms and held them down on either side of her head, his knee pushing her thighs apart as he gazed down at her.
“Hold still,” he commanded hoarsely before he released her wrists and pulled his T-shirt over his head.
Fascinated with everything about his body, she reached out and touched him. She held her breath as she flattened her hand against his hard stomach. The muscles rippled under her touch as she explored higher until she reached his nipples. Her fingertips circled the warm gold hoops. The way his nipples puckered, his sharp intake of breath, the way he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as she gently tugged at the hoops thrilled her. It made her feel powerful and sexy.
That intriguing muscle in his jaw pulsed. “Wait, dammit,” he growled. Trapping her hands in his, he pressed them down on the bed on either side of her. To know her touch aroused him, that she caused that reaction in him, overwhelmed her and heightened her own arousal. Those strong hands were moving over her, branding her body, infusing her with his heat as his mouth covered hers. She threaded her fingers through his hair and kissed him back, taking whatever he had to offer her.
The rough denim rasping against her inner thighs made her breath catch in her throat. His thigh lay heavy against her mound. Suddenly aware of how perilously close she was to her climax, Jaimee froze. On fire and flooded with arousal her pussy throbbed in time with her heartbeat. Fiery pulses of sensations warned her that just a little pressure, a brush would send her careening over the edge. No, no, no, this wasn’t gonna happen this way. She wouldn’t allow it. Frustrated, she broke the kiss reluctantly and turned her head away, panting for breath. She wanted him inside her when she came, she needed him inside her.
“What is it, baby?” Lucas murmured against her neck. Pleasure radiated through her and she closed her eyes shut tight.
“Stop,” she whimpered. “Please. Just, don’t move.”
His body went rigid, his hands left her body and he cautiously moved away from her a fraction. Instantly, she missed the sultry heat of his chest pressed against hers. He waited until she turned back and looked up at him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, his brows knit together in concern.
She shook her head and bit her kiss-swollen lip. Finally she got the nerve to meet his gaze. “I’m…um…I’m almost there and I don’t want to yet.”
His blank expression made her think he didn’t understand what she was trying to tell him. She took a deep breath, winced and tried again. “If I climax now then it will be over and I wanted—”
“It won’t be over.” He grinned slowly. “Don’t hold back, sweetness. I plan on making you come…” He leaned down and nipped at her nipple as he slipped his hand between their bodies. His fingers brushed over her wet, swollen pussy. “…And come… mmm… You’re blazing hot, Jaimee,” he whispered against the other nipple, flicking it with his tongue as he parted the sensitive folds.
One finger slid inside her spasming sheath as his thumb moved up, pressing, rubbing over her clit. She clutched the quilt in her fist and arched against his hand as her world shattered and her body was consumed in the fire of her orgasm. His lips captured hers, swallowing her helpless cries as he drove her on. His tongue swept the sensitive interior of her mouth as he stroked the slick muscled walls of her sheath. Although Lucas let up on the pressure he didn’t stop caressing her even as the sensations subsided.
“Lucas.” Jaimee shuddered and clutched Lucas’s arm as the softening pleasure became a delicious ache that was very quickly sharpening under his continued stimulation. Disappointment was quickly clouding the delicious hum of satisfaction. It was too much, too sensitive and she hissed each time his fingers grazed over her inflamed clit. “Stop.” She writhed, pleading with him.
“No,” he murmured against the underside of her breast then continued his trek down her body. His hair skimmed over her, a cool contrast to the rest of him.
“But it hurts.” She moaned, trying to wriggle away from his caressing fingers. It did hurt in a way, but in a sharp, intense blend of pleasure and pain that had her shying away. She would have clenched her thighs shut if his body wasn’t firmly planted between them.
“It’s a good pain.” He grinned up at her from her stomach and nipped the top of her navel just as his fingers grazed her clit. Jaimee whimpered and rolled her lips inward as fire sizzled over her flesh, building her arousal.
“Relax, quit fighting it.”
She tried to do as he said but the shards of sensation shooting relentlessly through her were making her crazy. It was happening. She could feel her body tightening, the incredible tension mounting. Panting with each assault that pushed her desire higher, she blinked down at him in shock. It was then she noticed that Lucas knelt at the end of her bed and had settled between her thighs, his fingers opening her to his view, sliding over her sodden flesh.
“You’re so soft, here. So pretty, so incredibly hot and wet.”
“Lucas,” she whispered. If he got grossed out now she’d die. She was wet, too wet, and so swollen.
“I’m going to enjoy making you come, Jaimee. And when you think there’s no way you can…” He paused, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. “I’ll make you come again.”
Jaimee’s eyes widened as Lucas bent his head and flattened his hot tongue against her tender flesh and drew it up to flick over her clit. Then there was nothing at all but the bright starbursts of pleasure exploding behind her eyelids.
“Mmm, sweet,” he whispered against her ultra-sensitive flesh, overwhelming her. Gritting her teeth, she tried to close her thighs but Lucas only lifted her hips, pre
ssing them further apart, opening her even more to his feasting. His teeth nipped at the lips of her pussy, his tongue swirled in a figure eight around her clit, down, cross, around her entrance, up…
“Oh God, Lucas please,” Jaimee cried, feeling her body tighten, the need for release growing stronger and stronger.
Vibrations built on her mounting arousal as Lucas groaned, his mouth, his tongue, his lips moved with skill, drawing out her pleasure. She sucked in air through her teeth at the delicious sensation as he eased two fingers inside her, stretching, stroking the clenching walls of her sheath.
“Incredible,” he murmured against her pussy before his lips closed over her throbbing clit, drawing it between his lips and sucking on it gently.
He drew harder on her clit and curled his fingers upward, stroking firmly, rhythmically over what must be her G-spot. The raw pleasure of it was intense. The second orgasm started as a hard molten knot, growing, throbbing at the very core of her. The fury of it broke free and it expanded, gaining power as it went. It washed over her and every cell in her body seemed to respond, screaming in pleasure. As it began to subside and she could breathe again the sensitivity was even worse than before. Once again she tried to push Lucas away.
Without lifting his head from her, he caught her wrists and held her still as he continued to use his tongue, his lips, his teeth and even his nose. Jaimee moaned and fought, trying to move up the bed, away from the delicious torment she was sure she couldn’t stand much more of. With a growl of warning that vibrated against her sensitive flesh, he ravaged her like a man starving. Her body trembled; bucked with such euphoric sensations she didn’t think she could endure it anymore.
Chapter Twelve
When he finally released her, she lay there weak and sweaty. Her body was still on fire and quaking from the aftershocks. Lucas kissed her hip, her stomach, the valley between her breasts.
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