Smokin' Hot

by Lynn LaFleur

  “That was amazing,” he whispered.

  She smiled. “Yes, it was.”

  “I …”

  He stopped. Julia lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “You what?”

  “I don’t know. My brain is scrambled.” He pushed her hair back from her face. “How many times did you come?”

  “Three.”

  A cocky grin turned up his lips. “Yeah?”

  She playfully punched him in the side, causing him to release an oomph. “Don’t be conceited.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He lifted her fist, kissed the back of her fingers. “Seriously, I want you to be satisfied.”

  She could tell he meant that by the sincere tone in his voice. It warmed her heart to know her pleasure mattered to him. “I was. I am. I promise.”

  “Does that mean you aren’t interested in seconds?”

  Seconds sounded really good. Or maybe she should think of it as fourths since she’d already had three orgasms. “I … might be persuaded.”

  “I’m a pretty damn good persuader.”

  “You are, huh?”

  “Yeah. But before I start any persuading, I think we need a snack.”

  She couldn’t believe he could possibly be hungry. “How can you want something to eat after that huge meal?”

  “Hey, I just burned off a lot of calories. I need to replenish my strength.”

  This time, she couldn’t stop her grin. “I’m sure we can find something in Dolly’s kitchen for a snack.”

  She gave him a quick, smacking kiss before moving away from him. Stephen rose from the bed, holding the base of the condom. “I need to make a fast stop in the bathroom.”

  “First door on the left.”

  She reached for her robe that lay draped over the footboard. Stephen spoke to her before she touched it. “What are you doing?”

  “Putting on my robe.”

  “Uh-uh.” Taking her hand, he tugged her toward the door. “No robe.”

  “Stephen, I can’t walk around Dolly’s house naked!”

  “Why not? You and I are the only ones here.” He touched the tip of her nose. “Be just a minute. Stay here.”

  Crossing her arms over her stomach, Julia leaned against the wall and glared at the closed bathroom door. She didn’t think it wrong for a person to be nude in his or her home, but this wasn’t her home. Dolly wouldn’t be back for hours, yet Julia couldn’t help feeling guilty to be traipsing through the rooms not wearing one stitch of clothing.

  Then she laughed. Why not do something out of character? It’ll be fun.

  The bathroom door opened. She watched Stephen’s gaze sweep her body. A slow grin played over his lips. He stepped closer, placed his hands on either side of her head. “I like you naked.”

  “I like you naked, too.”

  His kiss began the fire building inside her again. Before it could turn into a raging inferno, he pulled away from her.

  “Snack first, then sex.”

  “You have your priorities completely backward.”

  He leaned over and spoke directly into her ear. “You don’t know what I might do with my snack.”

  Goose bumps erupted across her skin, in contrast with the heat inside her. She would’ve taken his hand and dragged him back to her bed if he hadn’t slipped his arm around her waist and guided her toward the kitchen.

  “Any chance there’s some of Dolly’s salsa in here?” he asked, opening the refrigerator.

  “Second shelf, red bowl. I’ll get the chips from the pantry. And our wineglasses from the living room.”

  She returned to the kitchen in time to see Stephen pop a salsa-covered chip into his mouth. He winked at her while he chewed. Shaking her head at his silliness, she walked over to the counter where she’d left the bottle of Merlot and poured more into their glasses. When she turned around again, she caught him looking at her ass.

  “Watch it,” she playfully scolded.

  “I was.”

  She laughed when he bobbed his eyebrows and grinned. She handed him his wineglass, then reached for a chip.

  “No, let me.”

  Julia waited while he scooped some salsa on a chip. She opened her mouth when he held the chip up to it. Holding his gaze, she chewed and swallowed.

  “Good?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “Want another?”

  “Please.”

  Stephen slipped his hands beneath her arms, lifted her to sit on the table. The cold surface made her inhale sharply. She soon forgot the cool wood beneath her when he positioned her close to the edge and stepped between her legs. She glanced down at his relaxed cock only inches from her mound.

  “Open.”

  Julia thought he meant for her to spread her legs wider until she looked up again and saw he held a chip. A little disappointed that he preferred food over her, she accepted the chip and slowly chewed. Her chewing abruptly stopped when Stephen dipped his finger into the salsa and spread it over her left nipple.

  “What are you doing?” she managed to choke out after she swallowed her half-chewed chip.

  “Persuading. I told you I might do something different with my snack.” He leaned over, swiped the salsa off her skin with his tongue. “Dolly makes excellent salsa.”

  Julia sighed when he licked her nipple again, as if making sure he removed every bit of the spicy sauce. He tugged on it with his lips until it became a hard peak. He did the same on her right nipple—adding salsa, licking it off, tugging with his lips. She felt everything he did to her nipples deep in her core.

  No longer relaxed, his cock stood up full and hard between them when he straightened. “Lean back on your hands.”

  Unsure what he planned to do but eager for whatever it might be, she did as he said. Stephen picked up one of their glasses, poured a thin stream of Merlot between her breasts. He lapped it up before it could reach her navel. He repeated his action over each breast. Julia arched her back, silently asking him to keep doing the marvelous thing he did with his tongue.

  Stephen set down the wineglass, cradled her breasts in his palms. He lifted, kneaded, pushed them together. With every movement, every caress, his thumbs kept her nipples hard to the point of aching.

  “Suck my nipples, Stephen. Please.”

  She’d barely made the request when he drew one firm tip into his mouth. He encircled her waist with one arm to support her, giving her the freedom to tunnel her hands into his hair. His other hand supported her breast while he licked and suckled the nipple.

  The heat built inside her, the prelude to that glorious burst of sensation that would flood her body. She tightened her hold in Stephen’s hair, refusing to let him stop the sweet torture. It wouldn’t take much more to push her over the edge again.

  Seconds away from orgasm, he released her nipple. Julia would have cried out if he hadn’t kissed her. His tongue shot into her mouth in a slick penetration, reminding her of the way his cock had penetrated her pussy in her bed.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said in a voice thick with passion.

  She obeyed him without hesitation. Stephen lifted her against him. His hard cock rode between her thighs as he walked toward her bedroom. Her clit brushed the base, keeping her close to a climax with each step he took.

  He deposited her on the bed, reached for the unused condom on the nightstand. Julia sat up and helped him roll it down his length. Their lips met while he urged her to lie back. The kiss continued as he entered her.

  Julia met every thrust he made. Stephen slid one hand beneath her ass, hooked her leg over his other arm, and pumped even deeper. The new angle brushed her clit over and over.

  “You’re so wet, so warm.” He nipped her earlobe, blew into her ear. “Come for me again, darlin’. I love to feel you come.”

  Hearing his husky command along with the direct stimulation to her clit sent her flying to the heavens again. Pleasure shot from her core and traveled to all her limbs. She clutched at Stephen’s shoulders
and savored every second of ecstasy.

  Now that the initial burst of bliss passed, she wanted to concentrate on Stephen’s pleasure. She tightened her arms around his neck, nipped his earlobe the way he had hers. “Your turn,” she whispered. “Come inside me.”

  She’d barely said the words when his body jerked and he released a long moan. She could feel his cock pulsing in her channel. Part of her wished the condom didn’t separate them for she wanted all of him inside her.

  He lay on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows. Julia ran her hands up and down his spine, wiping away the sheen of sweat. His hot breath brushed her neck when he exhaled. She felt warm and content. She’d experienced orgasms with Cole and the few other lovers in her life, but she couldn’t say she’d ever been content after lovemaking, as if she belonged in his arms.

  Way too soon for her to feel so close to Stephen.

  He lifted his head from her shoulder and gave her a sleepy-eyed smile. “Hey.”

  She returned his smile. “Hey.”

  “So you don’t mind when I play with my food?”

  “Not if you keep doing what you did in the kitchen.”

  “Be happy to.” He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips. “May I spend the night with you?”

  The thought that he might leave after sex had never crossed her mind. “I’d like that.”

  His smile widened. “Good. I want to spend the night, but would leave if that’s what you wanted.”

  “I’ll warn you—I like to cuddle.”

  “That’s perfect, because I’m a cuddler, too.”

  He slowly rose until his soft cock slipped out of her. “Be right back.”

  After Stephen left the room, Julia pulled back the covers and slid between the sheets. Fatigue hit her suddenly, the result of all those orgasms. She’d be asleep before he got in bed if he didn’t hurry.

  She’d almost dozed off when the mattress dipped. Julia managed to open her eyes enough to see Stephen get in bed beside her. He lay on his back, drew her into his arms.

  “I cleaned up the kitchen and turned off the lights except for a lamp in the living room.”

  “Thank you. Dolly doesn’t like to walk into a dark house.”

  She wondered if her words sounded as slurred to him as they did to her. He pulled her a little closer and kissed the top of her head. “Good night,” he whispered.

  7

  Julia looked so beautiful sleeping, Stephen hated to wake her. Yet he didn’t feel right leaving without saying good-bye to her.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slipped his hand between the sheets and touched her back. Her skin felt warm and smooth beneath his palm. He ran his hand down her spine and over her ass, then repeated the journey to her shoulder blade. Her eyebrows drew together in a frown as she stirred.

  “Good morning,” he said softly.

  She blinked a couple of times before rolling to her back. Her movement caused his hand to shift on her body to her breast. He palmed the firm mound, dragged his thumb over the tip. He smiled when she arched her back as if asking for him to keep touching her.

  “Wha’ time ’zit?”

  “Almost seven. I’m sorry to wake you, but I have to go.”

  “ ’K. I unnerstand.” She rubbed her hands over her face before opening her eyes. “Are you working today?”

  “No, but I have something planned.” He rubbed her nipple with his thumb again. Damn, he hated to leave her. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Stephen unlocked his cell phone, flipped to his contacts list. “What’s your cell number?”

  She rattled off the ten digits. He pointed the phone at her, intending to take a picture, but she quickly covered her face.

  “Don’t you dare snap that camera!”

  Stephen grinned. He liked teasing her. “How about if I take a picture of you tonight while we’re at O’Sullivan’s?”

  “We’re going to O’Sullivan’s?”

  “Yeah, I’d like to take you there. There’s a dart tournament every Saturday night, along with all-you-can-eat fish and chips. I thought you might enjoy it.”

  Her eyes turned sultry. She laid her hand over the top of his that still caressed her breast. “What I’d enjoy is for you to get naked and come back to bed.”

  Stephen’s cock responded to her sexy invitation. One phone call and he could postpone his plans for the day. However, he’d be messing up the plans of several guys. He didn’t want to do that. Plus, his heart drummed heavily in anticipation of what he’d be doing in a short while. He’d looked forward to it all week. “No more condoms, remember?”

  She frowned. “Damn it.”

  He chuckled at her obvious frustration. “Could I have a rain check?”

  “Sure.”

  Her smile reached her eyes, so he knew turning her down didn’t make her angry at him. He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. “I’ll call you this afternoon.”

  He made it halfway to the door before she spoke again. “Better buy a big box of condoms.”

  Stephen looked at her over his shoulder. She sat up in bed, the covers bunched at her waist to expose her beautiful breasts.

  You’re an idiot to leave instead of playing with that gorgeous body all day.

  “I’ll buy the super jumbo size.”

  She flashed him that sultry look again. “Are you talking about the size of the box of condoms, or the condoms?”

  “Both,” he said with a grin.

  She licked the tip of her forefinger, rubbed it over her nipple. “Better make it two boxes.”

  Groaning, Stephen pressed his hand against his burgeoning cock. “You’re cruel, do you know that?”

  The sultry look disappeared, to be replaced with laughter. “Go. I have things to do today, too.”

  He winked at her. “See you later.”

  Stephen hurried out of the house and to his car. He barely had enough time to get home, shower, and grab something to eat before he had to leave to meet the other guys. He tightened his hands on the steering wheel as he peeled out of Dolly’s driveway. Racing today and Julia in his arms tonight.

  It would be a great day.

  Julia nibbled on the sugar cookie that Dolly had removed from the oven barely ten minutes ago. Soft and moist with just the right amount of sugar on top, it almost melted in her mouth. “This is soooo good.”

  Dolly smiled as she set two glasses of iced tea on the kitchen table. “I’m glad you think so.” She sat in the chair opposite Julia and selected a cookie for herself. “Sugar cookies are my favorite to make and to eat.”

  Julia finished her cookie and took another one from the plate between her and Dolly. “I’m a brownie nut. I could eat them every day. I have to discipline myself not to buy the mixes or I’d always have brownies in the house and then I’d be as big as a barn.”

  “You’re built like your mom, and she’s gorgeous.”

  “I agree she’s gorgeous, but we have the body type that could quickly blow up if we aren’t careful.”

  “I told you, men like curves.” A mischievous light appeared in Dolly’s eyes. “Stephen likes your curves, doesn’t he?”

  Her supposedly innocent question didn’t fool Julia for a moment. “Is that a subtle way of asking me if Stephen and I made love last night?”

  “I don’t have to ask. I saw his car when I got home. And I found two wineglasses in the sink.”

  “I probably should’ve asked you for permission before letting him spend the night.”

  Dolly waved a hand as if dismissing Julia’s apology. “Don’t be silly. I told you I want you to consider this your home.” She leaned forward, her expression as eager as a woman’s in a chocolate store. “So, is he good?”

  “A-ma-zing.”

  Dolly grinned. “I expected he would be. He has that sexy swagger that shouts he’d be great in bed.”

  “You shouldn’t be looking at young men’s swaggers,” she playfully admonished.
r />   “I’m fifty-six, not dead. I love looking at men’s asses.”

  Julia giggled, and Dolly joined her. She couldn’t believe how easily she could talk to this woman, almost as easily as talking to her mother. It made her miss her mom a little less.

  Julia’s cell phone rang. She glanced at it lying on the table. She didn’t recognize the phone number, but did recognize the local area code. The burst of excitement that coursed through her body told her it had to be Stephen. She held up the phone so Dolly could see the number. “Is this Stephen?”

  “It is.”

  Another spark shot through her. It ended at her clit, making it throb. She pressed the button to accept the call. “Hello?”

  “Hey, sexy lady,” he said in his slow Texas drawl. “What are you doin’?”

  She looked across the kitchen table at Dolly, who grinned broadly. “Having tea and cookies with Dolly.”

  “Are we on for O’Sullivan’s tonight?”

  “We are.”

  “Great.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll pick you up about six. Is that okay?”

  “Sure. How should I dress?”

  “Naked works for me,” he said, his voice low.

  Heat crept into her cheeks. She glanced at Dolly, who still grinned. “I think a different outfit would be better for O’Sullivan’s.”

  “You’re right. I don’t want anyone looking at your beautiful body but me.”

  His compliment moved the heat from her face all the way down her torso to settle between her thighs.

  “Casual is good. It’s a fun place, like Boot Scootin’. Ask Dolly. She’ll tell you about it.”

  “I’ll do that.”

  “Then I’ll see you in about three hours. Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  She disconnected the call and laid her cell on the table. Her heart shouldn’t beat so hard, her blood shouldn’t run so hot, for a man she met two days ago. It didn’t make sense for her to feel such a strong attraction for Stephen.

  “Stephen’s taking you to O’Sullivan’s tonight?” Dolly asked.

  Her question snapped Julia from her thoughts. She nodded. “He said it’s a fun place.”

  “It is. There are always several people there on Saturday night for the darts tournament. Whoever wins gets their meal comped and free drinks for the rest of the night.” She took a sip of her iced tea. “Sometimes I’ll schedule myself off on a Saturday night and play in the tournament.” Her grin returned. “I’ve won twice.”