To-Do Him List

by Denise Marie

  He strode to the bedroom and the same man as before held out a vial; he shook his head. While he continued forward, he signaled to one of the guards with the slight raise of his chin in the man’s direction. The problem would be taken care of with little commotion, so he focused on her.

  His gaze traveled from the heels on her feet, up the length of her body, over each beautiful curve. His heart raced. She touched the side of her face with one hand, and the doorjamb with the other. The soft satin of her back was on display, along with the flush that tempted him to trace its path with his fingers. He longed to explore the exact locations where the sweet, yet spicy vanilla scent lingered. He wrapped his arms around her, the silk top so delicate and thin his skin warmed from her body heat. They admired the woman and two men, in the throes of extreme ecstasy.

  He leaned into her ear. “Adding to your list?”

  “I don’t think so, but I can’t seem to stop myself from watching.”

  He nipped her earlobe and smiled. “Good. I don’t want to share you. Are your panties wet?”

  With a large inhale of breath, her chest expanded under his embrace before she nodded and rotated in his arms, ever so slowly, to face him. He stepped forward and forced her back against the door. It banged into the wall.

  She slid her hands under his shirt, and latched onto his sides for support. Since the day they met, his dreams involved her touch, and now that he had it, the contact created more pleasure than he’d imagined. Every gaze in the room might be focused on them, but his remained on her. The most beautiful blue eyes, parted lips waiting to be ravished, and just as he liked, the pulse at her neck raced. He placed his hands up on the door to cage her in. Her lips shined with a sweet gloss that drew him in. He stared at them as long as he could in his slow decent to claim her. The first taste on his tongue overpowered him, and he lost all control.

  She moaned into his mouth and massaged her hands up his body. Her warm, soft touch became a demand when she scratched her nails through the hair at the back of his scalp. She used the tangled grip to pull him in deeper. A growl escaped him.

  When she arched into him, he lowered his hands from the door and slid them over the silk that covered her stomach, to the soft, bare skin behind. He caressed his way up to the sides of her breasts. The thin material floated away from her skin and invited him in. He inched his thumbs inside, and stroked her bare nipples until they hardened to stiff points.

  Her body trembled against him. He broke the kiss, needed to see the beautiful, undiluted pleasure on her face. Would she come from the stimulation alone?

  She dropped her hands to her sides and her eyes drifted closed, fell back to the door, and surrendered to his touch. He slid the thin fabric of her top aside with his thumb, until her rose-colored peak was bared to him. He brushed his fingertip over it and lowered his head, to take it into his mouth.

  “Fuck”

  He fixed her top with caution not to startle her and glared over his shoulder.

  “Every time Drew. Every time.”

  He shook his head at Drew, who stroked himself through his jeans. “Buzz off, man.” He squared his attention on her, now aware of her current state, and lowered his forehead to hers. “As much as I want to beat him right now for stopping us, again, how ‘bout we go back to our room? The idea of claiming you right here, right now, makes me hard as steel.”

  He angled into her midsection, letting her know he spoke nothing but the truth. “I want you alone, first. Not in front of these goons.”

  She bit her lip as though she endured the same urgency and temptation to give in to the moment.

  “Okay.”

  He clasped his hand with hers and yanked, steered her from the room when a cushion hit him in head.

  “Go easy on the woman.”

  Drew laughed but Cole was confident his best friend would soon find a woman interested in blowing out the spark he and Isabelle lit.

  ****

  He touched her every inch of the way, which made the distance to the elevator a challenge. He stopped every few steps in the hallway and kissed her into complete oblivion. A great video if he could get his hands on the security footage.

  He’d asked for their room to be far away from the others, on another floor. No drunken fools were going to find them and ruin what he planned. She broke their connection and pressed the button for the elevator. Cold air filled the small amount space between them. When she stepped in close once again, the lust in her eyes grew wild, sure to reflect his own. She stood on tiptoe and laced her hands around his neck. Not being one to pass up an opportunity, he smoothed his hands down her back, placed them on her ass, and squeezed to lift her. “Let me help you, darlin’.”

  With her legs wrapped around his waist, he stared into her eyes, and his shoulders relaxed. They fit, perfectly. The elevator doors opened and he ushered them in, hit the button, and pinned her body to the wall. She grabbed the back of his head and kissed him with a force that drove him mad.

  A faint ding sang out when they arrived at their floor, but she didn’t stop, nor did he want her to. He adjusted her skirt to cover her, and resisted, for now, the urge to slide his hands up underneath and feel how wet she was. Thank God, the room wasn’t far.

  She startled at the sound of the door behind them, and showcased beautiful, swollen lips. The haze of lust in her eyes captured him. He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled.

  “Well, Mr. Davies. You have some talent. Without much of a view, other than me, you managed to get us here rather quickly. The ability to multi-task is one of my favorite qualities in a person.” She wiggled, forcing his hands to loosen so she could right herself on the floor.

  He took a step forward. “Oh, honey, you will soon find out just how skilled I am at multi-tasking.”

  She retreated at his advance and put her hands up. He stuffed his fisted hands in his front pockets.

  “Cole. It’s been a while. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous. Can we slow this down?”

  That’s fair. He let his shoulders drop and released his fisted hands from the confines of his tight jeans. When he stepped toward her again, she stiffened but didn’t signal him to stop. “We can take this slow, very slow. I want to savor every moment.”

  He held out his hand, smiled when she placed hers in it. With a small tug, he guided her into him and wrapped his arms around her. Things were moving fast. He kissed the top of her head and swayed with her in his arms; let her make the next move. Her honesty, strength to share all she had so far, attested to how special she was. He’d treat her that way, even if the vulnerability of it hurt him. Again.

  She shoved her hands up between them, gave herself the distance she needed to drop her attention to the floor and close herself off.

  “Isabelle? What is it?”

  She didn’t budge, just traced the pattern on the carpet with her toe. “Cole. Forget it. I don’t want to spoil things.” She spun on her toes and traipsed about the room as if she pondered a burden that nagged at her.

  He let her. It didn’t take a genius to tell something weighed her down.

  He lowered his gaze and wandered back to the door to lock it. His hand trembled as he raised it to the deadbolt. With slow, even breaths, he waited until the twitch faded, didn’t want her to misinterpret it as apprehension.

  She stared out the window when he returned. He didn’t want any secrets between them. “Izzy? You can tell me anything, I won’t get angry. We barely know each other, and the things you want, well, they will be more enjoyable if you can trust me.”

  At the noticeable, safe distance, she faced him and a tear ran down her cheek. “Cole.” She held her hand up to stop him before he could even try this time.

  He stood stiff, his toes curled into the floor and he pounded his outer thighs with fisted hands. He’d take a step back from the hurt in her eyes, but moments ago, their combined touch eased all discomfort. They could get that back.

  “David, my husband, he was a goo
d man.”

  “I gather that. I see it in your eyes when you speak of him.” Lucky bastard. Ugh, he couldn’t be threatened by a man who no longer lived.

  “Things were good with him, but I wanted more and even asked for it. What I seem to have with you. He died, maybe feeling like he wasn’t enough for me. He was.”

  Her guilt, an unfortunate outcome of being true to herself and not able to predict the future, struck him from where he stood. Relief washed over him when she crossed her arms and let her shoulders drop. A way to let him close again but still not close enough.

  He continued forward and sat on the edge of the bed. She inched in front of him but still didn’t give him the clarity he searched for in her red-rimmed eyes.

  “I guess what I am saying is, I’m scared of what I’ll be leaving behind. I don’t want these experiences to make me angrier about—”

  He put his hands on her waist, urged her closer. “I think you are the strongest person I have ever met in my entire life.” Water pooled in his eyes but he blinked to hold it back. “No man would ever feel inadequate with you, he’d feel lucky. There is something about you that just makes us naturally strive to give you more, without reservation.

  “I have no doubt if David were still alive, your friends would tease you without restraint about never spending time with them because you and David would have found something too damn enjoyable to leave home, even for a moment.” He smiled up at her. After tonight, he too, would have a hard time letting go. He brushed his hand along her jaw and wiped the tear from her cheek with his thumb.

  She mirrored his smile and let her arms, crossed in front, fall to her sides and relax. “You certainly know how to say the right thing. Thank you.”

  Chapter Nine

  Dear Diary,

  I wouldn’t take it back, but it scared me…

  The calluses on his hands scratched over her silk top. He massaged the hem of the delicate material between his thumbs and forefingers, and lifted it to expose her flat yet soft midsection. She stared into his eyes, could see the desperation sure to be a reflection of her own, and nodded when he stilled. She needed this.

  He slid forward on the bed, held her gaze until no longer possible and kissed her just above the navel. She secured her palms to his shoulders, her head fell back, and she moaned.

  His words comforted her, allowed a connection of trust that until now, was only a fantasy. He didn’t even flinch at David’s name, and yet here she was, jealous over groupies throwing their underwear at him on stage.

  She closed her eyes and focused more on him. His lips on her belly were warm as they roamed. The trail of moisture left in their path cooled and made goose bumps form on her skin. He sustained just the right amount of pressure in order to make her crave more. With his lips a breath away from her skin, he hovered as though he’d continue the torturous path, but he didn’t. Her body ached for him to get on with it. She let go of his shoulders and grasped his hair, understood his test of her readiness, but my God…

  He chuckled and kissed her in the same spot once more, before he strayed over to her hip. His hands shook as he sought out the waistband of her skirt in order to tug it down, and continue lower. She shivered.

  Encompassed in his arms, he held the rear clasp and paused to seek out her approval. She nodded with slow seduction, her lip caught hard between her teeth to refrain from mimicking an excited bobble head. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. Their gaze held while he lowered the zipper on her skirt, at a pace that made his hand pause after every tooth gave way. He wasn’t kidding when he said they’d go slow. Her anticipation built to an extreme high, his every touch teased her.

  When the skirt loosened, it fell lower on her hips and showed off her lacy, black panties. She ran her fingers through his hair and he dropped his forehead to her waist with an exhale of breath. This was it, the loss of control she’d fantasized about.

  The skirt fell to the floor with a slight shake of her hips, a way to tease him back. She fidgeted behind her waist, then neck, and let the delicate material float to the floor. He gripped the bed and admired her through half-lidded eyes as she stood there in front of him, sans bra.

  His Adam’s apple bobbed with a deep swallow before he traced a line with his finger from her belly button down to her smoothly waxed mound. “God, you’re beautiful. The smell of your arousal is making my mouth water. I’m dying to taste your cum.”

  Her body quivered, and she stared at him to see if he detected her contentedness with his wild nature. Never had anyone spoken with such blatant sexuality to her; she loved it. She squeezed her legs together. Her body wound so tight in response, it wouldn’t take much for the long overdue release.

  “Let me take care of you, baby.” He stood up, placed his hands on her bare hips, and directed her back onto the bed. “Lean back, hands or elbows on the bed, whichever is more comfortable. Spread your legs for me.” The smile on his face when she did so, without hesitation, spoke volumes. He loved the slight edge of control.

  Something in his voice shook her to the core. The way he held her gaze, used his hands to help her lie back before he stood tall and grabbed the hem of his shirt to lift it over his head—wow. It shouldn’t have surprised her he would tend to her first. He’d been doing it for days. The dimple in his cheek when he smiled said Boy Scout, but she doubted he collected any badges.

  Her eyes dried as she stared to take in every inch of his muscled, tattooed body. She didn’t want to miss a detail. From her angle, his dirty-blond hair and blue eyes magnified his godlike body. What would the scruff along his jaw feel like scouring her? And, until now, men with pierced ears wouldn’t grab her attention. For him, it worked.

  Dampness swelled between her thighs while she imagined using her teeth to tug at the silver studs. He smoothed his hands up her thighs, brought her back to the moment, and held her legs open so he could stare at her. He lowered to his knees.

  Right now, she needed him inside her but, oh God, the other parts of her body he could flirt with too. His smile exuded all kinds of sin. She may never recover from this night. He blew the slightest breath over her swollen nub. Even when she tried, she couldn’t stop the shudders that raced with her pulse.

  “Cole.”

  He smiled and traced his finger around her opening, never with quite the amount of pressure she needed.

  She squirmed. “Damn you Cole, I will haunt you.”

  He chuckled and continued the same torturous path with his tongue. Her juices flowed with every scratch of his stubble, the friction more sensual than she’d imagined. His moan of pleasure overwhelmed her. She let her head fall back and eyes close.

  “Look at me, baby. I want to see you when you come.”

  She lifted her head and glared at him. “Then you better hurry, or I make no promises about using my teeth on you.”

  He shook his head and laughed at her. “Feisty. I like it. Hang on tight.”

  She scowled at him when he lowered to lick her once again with a teasing smile on his face. This time he inserted his fingers inside her, palm up, and drew her clit into his mouth to suck on it, hard.

  A tidal wave flowed through her unlike anything she’d experienced before. It tingled, developed into wave after wave of pleasure. He took in her reactions, responded to them in all the right ways. When he curled his fingers up with just the right amount of pressure, she grappled for the sheets and arched her back.

  “Oh God, I can’t stop it.” The muscles in her body clenched and she struggled to keep her eyes open. His touch created a sensation beyond ecstasy, and she could no longer control its urgency. Her toes curled when he rubbed that spot, oh that spot, and all ability to hold back gave way. A rush of excitement burst inside her and she came, erupted like a firework that’d shot into the air with an anticipated whistle, and exploded. She rubbed against his face without resistance, until warmth flooded her. She latched onto his hair with sweaty palms and grinded against his tongue to draw out her release.


  When the tremors subsided, he licked the last bit of pleasure to gush from her body, but she forced him away, the sensitivity too much.

  He drew his fingers out, put them in his mouth, and moaned. “Mmm, tastes better than I imagined. Hope you’re not too spent. We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”

  She collapsed back onto the bed. Never had she come like that and yes, she’d heard about “the spot,” but didn’t really think of herself as having one. Sex with David was great, even in its routine, but this was so much more.

  “Wow. Wow.”

  He laughed. “So I’m guessing you’ve never had a G-spot orgasm before?” He leaned back onto his heels with his eyebrows raised. His smile glistened with her climax. “I gotta tell ya Isabelle, you taste incredible. Not ever have I needed to work so hard to keep up with a woman. I could eat you all night.”

  He winked at her with a devilish grin. “But I hope you don’t think I am done with you yet.” He stood and unzipped his pants.

  She leaned up on her elbows again, studied him while he hooked his thumbs in his pants and lowered them to the floor. “No, I haven`t. I thought a woman’s G-spot was a myth made up by men, to, you know, get more sex.”

  She tilted her head to the side. “Commando hey?”

  He kicked his pants aside and stroked himself with a gleam in his eyes that stirred her excitement once again. “Underwear is overrated.” He climbed on the bed, placing gentle kisses up her body. She reclined with him while he crawled over her. His hard length captured her entire view and she swallowed hard.

  “Like what you see?” He kissed the tip of her nose.

  “I don’t think that will fit.”

  His laugh relaxed her. Exposure to his lifestyle made it easy to dwell on why he chose to be here with her. She shook her head to clear the doubt that would only get in the way of satisfying many things, along with the list.

  “Yes, it will fit, if we go slow. Think you can do that, go slow?”