GUILTY PLEASURE (STEELE FAMILY Book 13)

by Brenda Jackson

  “So, what do you think?” he asked her.

  About what? The size of the ocean or your erection? She shivered.

  “Cold?”

  “No, I’m fine. The view is beautiful.”

  “I think so, too,” he said, slowly turning her around to face him. “You are definitely beautiful.”

  Now his erection was poking her in the stomach. She swallowed as she gazed up at his face. A mischievous grin glittered in his eyes. “I thought we were taking about the ocean,” she said, feeling the sexual chemistry sizzling between them.

  “Baby, we can talk about whatever you like.”

  Baby? Why did his use of that term of endearment have her hormones doing a happy dance? She parted her lips to ask him for the real reason they were dining in his room, but at that moment, there was a knock on their door.

  He smiled and took a step back. “Dinner has arrived.”

  **

  Cohen wiped his mouth with a napkin. The meal had been superb and he hoped Dee had enjoyed it as much as he had. He watched as she placed her fork beside her plate. He realized he’d watched her a lot during the course of the evening, but he didn’t regret it. “I hope dinner pleased you.”

  She glanced up at him and smiled. “Everything about tonight pleased me. The salmon was prepared just the way I liked it.”

  He nodded as he took another sip of his wine. “So, what are you going to do for the rest of the summer, once you get back to Memphis?”

  “Assist Beth anyway I can with the wedding. She doesn’t have any family so Mom and I are helping out. I understand you’re going to be there.”

  “I will. I can’t believe Lawyer is finally tying the knot. Maybe Justice won’t be too far behind.”

  Dee chuckled. “Don’t hold your breath. Justice is having too much fun running around. He’s a player.”

  He remembered what Tyson had said a few nights ago. “Even players settle down when they find a good woman.”

  “Does that mean you’ll settle down someday?”

  He was surprised by her question. “I don’t consider myself a player.” That much was true. He could go months without dating and it wouldn’t bother him in the least. “And as for settling down, I don’t see marriage in my future. Ever.”

  “Why?”

  He looked into his wine glass, then glanced back at her. “Let’s just say, I have my reasons.” Wanting to change the subject, he said, “Ready for dessert?” He’d ordered key lime pie, which he knew to be her favorite.

  “Yes.”

  “Come on. It’s a nice night to sit on the balcony. We can eat out there.”

  “Sounds like a wonderful idea.”

  Cool air from the ocean drifted over him when he slid open the glass doors. She took one chair and he took the other as he placed their desserts on the table between them, along with their glasses and a bottle of wine.

  “I hope you don’t think I need a refill,” she said, glancing at the wine bottle. “Any more and you will have to carry me to my room.”

  Or I can carry you to my bed, he thought, though he kept that thought to himself. “I wouldn’t have any trouble taking you back to your room.”

  He watched as she sliced into the pie with her fork and then lifted a mouthful to her lips.

  “This is really good,” she said, using her fork to take another bite.

  He watched her, getting turned on by her obvious enjoyment. She had such a pretty mouth. He’d thoroughly enjoyed kissed it, using his tongue to explore inside, going deep. Memories of their last kiss still made his head reel. He recalled how he’d sucked on her lower lip before greedily mating her mouth with his.

  “You’re not going to eat any of your pie?” she asked him.

  “Why? You want some of mine?”

  She chuckled. “Don’t tempt me to say yes.”

  He met her gaze. “Can you be tempted, Dee?”

  “I don’t know any woman who can’t be tempted. Or any man, for that matter.”

  He didn’t say anything. For years, after that disastrous affair with Amanda, he’d thought he was above temptation. But Dee had proven him wrong. Twice, her passion and desire had overridden his caution.

  “I absolutely love it here,” he heard her say. “I understand Jacksonville has nice beaches, as well.”

  He leaned back in his chair. “I’ve heard that, too.”

  She looked at him in surprise. “You’ve lived there for over two years and you haven’t visited the beach?”

  “No. I’ve been busy.” This conversation was making him realize just how much of a life he didn’t have. He was starting to regret spending so much time at the hospital when there were places close by for him to enjoy.

  “I’ll take our empty plates inside,” she said, standing.

  “And I’ll grab the wine bottle and glasses,” he said, getting up at the same time.

  She reached for the plates just as he reached for the glasses. Their hands touched and a jolt of pure sexual energy rocked him to the core.

  She snatched her hand away. “Sorry,” she said, in quavering voice.

  Placing the glasses back down on the table, he reached out and took the plates from her hands, setting them down as well. “No need to apologize, Dee.” He took her hand.

  Tightening his fingers around hers, he eased her around the table and drew her to him. When she didn’t pull away, he asked, “You know what I think?”

  She shook her head and looked up at him. “No, what do you think?”

  “I think it’s time we both got laid.”

  15

  Dee’s heart began fluttering in unadulterated anticipation. His words weren’t as romantic as she’d hoped for, but the meaning was the same. Still, she refused to think of it as anything less than making love.

  She knew the score with Cohen. He’d made up his mind about falling in love. But by the time their two weeks were over, she hoped she’d have managed to tear down a piece of that wall surrounding his heart, even if she had to remove one brick at a time.

  “Is that your take on things?” she asked. “That we both need sex?”

  “Yes. By your own admission, you need it. And I definitely do. You have the ability to drive a man crazy with desire.”

  “I don’t know about that, Cohen. You look pretty sane to me.”

  “Allow me to prove otherwise.” And then he captured her mouth in a devouring kiss.

  Powerful shivers of awareness surged through her while their tongues mated with an intensity that had her moaning deep in her throat. She was convinced every nerve in her body shook while a rush of sensations stroked her from the inside out. She inched closer, circling her arms around his neck while his tongue robbed her of her senses.

  He slowly broke off the kiss, then used his tongue to lick one corner of her mouth. “So what do you think now?” he whispered against her lips.

  “I think you’re a great kisser, Cohen Carlson.”

  “Are you ready for me to show you that love has nothing to do with how great it can be in the bedroom?”

  He was wrong. Love had everything to do with it. And by the end of these two weeks, she intended to make sure he understood that lesson. “If that’s what you think.”

  “That’s what I know.”

  She leaned in close, aware of him in every single pore of her body. “Then show me,” she whispered.

  No sooner had the words left her mouth than she was swept into his arms and carried inside his suite. “This time, I want to undress you the right way,” he said, taking a step back after placing her on the bed.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she didn’t have a problem with the way he’d done it that last time, when he’d practically ripped off her clothes. There was a lot to be said about spontaneous sex. Maybe she could tempt him into doing it again before they left here.

  She looked back at Cohen. He had removed her sandals and was gently caressing he
r feet as if he’d never seen them before. “Is anything wrong?”

  He glanced up at her and a smile touched the corners of his lips. “No. I was just wondering how such dainty feet can look so sexy in a pair of stilettos.”

  His compliment warmed her inside. “Do they?”

  “Yes. I remember the first time I saw you in them. My eyes never left your legs the entire time. Even when they should have.”

  The feel of his fingers rubbing her feet felt wonderfully sensuous. “When was that?”

  “That time when you and Stacey were attending college in Ohio. I was passing through Columbus and stopped by your apartment. Stacey wasn’t home and you were getting ready to go out for the evening. I had to recover from seeing you in a blue dress that I thought was way too short. But what caught my attention were the legs under that dress. It was the first time I’d ever seen you wear stilettos.”

  She was amazed that could remember so many details after all this time, even recalling the color of the dress…and the fact that it was too short.

  “I remember that night. You surprised Stacey with your visit. And yes, I was on my way out to meet friends at a nightclub. I’m surprised you can recall so much about it.”

  Cohen shrugged. “I have a good memory. Now for this skirt.”

  He reached out and slid her skirt down her legs, tossing it in a chair across the room. That left her wearing only a pair of skimpy panties.

  He chuckled. “I wondered if you were wearing any,” he said, running his fingers along the waistband of her underwear.

  “I always wear panties.”

  At his arched brow, she added, “Well usually. I admit, a few of the outfits I’ve worn lately don’t require them.”

  “So I noticed.”

  Had he? She was beginning to realize that Cohen noticed a lot. Even when she thought he wasn’t looking. Her attention was drawn back to his hands, which were now unbuttoning her tunic blouse.

  “So many buttons,” he muttered.

  Although she really liked this outfit, it wouldn’t have bothered her in the least if he’d ripped it off. But she didn’t say anything. He was taking his time, and she was enjoying it. She was amazed at how composed he was. Then suddenly, she heard his sharp intake of breath, and she knew why.

  “You’re not wearing a bra.” He sounded shocked.

  “Nope.” But she doubted he heard her answer. His gaze was fixated on her breasts. “You want to meet my girls, Cohen?”

  He shifted his gaze to her face, and smiled. “Most definitely.”

  **

  Cohen wanted to do more than meet them. He intended to devour them. Never had he seen a more perfect pair. Even though this wasn’t the first time he’d seen Dee’s breasts, it was the first time he’d allowed himself time to study them to this degree.

  They were definitely the real thing, no enhancements needed. They were full, firm and the perfect size for her body. He could see why she could go without wearing a bra with some of her outfits. Her breasts were gorgeous. Even the nipples looked luscious.

  He reached out and cupped them in his hands. For the moment, he just wanted to stare at them. Touch them. Study their tight fullness, their creamy brown coloring and their sexy curves. She was so well endowed. And responsive--her nipples seemed to swell before his eyes. He could imagine rubbing them against his chest, licking them all over and sucking them into his mouth.

  “Cohen?”

  Did he hear a quiver in her voice?” “Umm?”

  “Are we going to get things started here?”

  He nuzzled her breasts. “You in a rush?”

  “Sort of. Why are you torturing me?

  He flicked his tongue across a nipple and was pleased to hear her moan. “I just don’t want to miss anything. I hope that’s not a problem.”

  “Um, no problem.”

  Her breathing changed and she let out another sexy little moan. Funny, at that moment, he hadn’t really given her anything to moan about. At least not yet.

  **

  Dee was convinced Cohen was intentionally driving her mad. No fair. That’s what she was supposed to do to him. What she had done to him before. She knew it, even though he’d denied it. Now she was getting paid back in the most exquisite way possible. Using his tongue, he flicked her nipples, then circled them…then repeated the process, over and over. He was creating a delirious pattern that left her groaning in need.

  Just when she thought she could handle the torment, he eased a nipple between his lips and began sucking on it, making her sex throb. She whispered his name. There was no way she could hold it back and she didn’t try. Cohen was stirring sensations within her that she couldn’t fight. Sensations she needed to feel. And Lordy, all he’d done so far was ravage her breasts. Branding them.

  On instinct, she reached out and held his head to her chest when he increased the pressure of his mouth on her nipples. He was driving her to the brink of insanity, beyond the realms of reality.

  Sexual excitement curled in her stomach. She felt her pulse thicken as her body began to shiver. This was slow, unadulterated agony. But she didn’t want him to stop. Each stroke stimulated a deep tug in the juncture of her thighs.

  Suddenly, her body exploded in an orgasm. She closed her eyes as the vibrations pushed her over the edge, her body hammered with pleasure.

  “Open your eyes, Dee.”

  She did and he was there, just inches from her mouth. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, making her toes curl. Then his tongue was at it again, dominating her senses. This kiss had the ability to ignite explosives in her gut.

  She began trembling again and immediately felt another climax build. There was no way it could happen again, not this soon. But it was. His mouth was driving her crazy with desire. She was drowning in the taste of him.

  Then it happened again, just from his kiss. The intensity of his hunger for her swept over her like a tidal wave. And she was blasted into yet another climax.

  It seemed he deliberately drew out the kiss, eliciting purrs from deep within her throat. Finally, he stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. “That’s two down. Plenty more to go.”

  **

  The look on Dee’s face was priceless. She was about to find out there were many ways and degrees of making love. And that orgasms could be different, depending on the source. Some were more compelling than others, though they were all mind-blowing. She’d been a virgin their first time. Once he’d discovered that, he had been gentle and the next morning, regretful. This time around, he didn’t want to be any of those things. He wanted to take her hard. And often. There would be no regrets.

  He slid his slacks down his legs. Before tossing them aside, he reached into the pocket for a condom. Thinking of how good it would feel to be skin-to-skin with her, he asked, “Are you still on the pill?”

  He could tell she was surprised he’d remembered. “Yes.”

  “I’m healthy. Mind if I don’t use the condom.”

  A sensuous smile touched her lips and he felt his erection harden even more. “I was just about to suggest that. I’m healthy, too.”

  “Good. I want you to feel me coming inside of you.”

  Her eyes darkened. “I want that too.”

  But before that happened, he wanted her to feel something else--his tongue inside her, tasting her, lapping up her juices. She was looking at him, watching him strip, reacquainting herself with his body, just as he was doing with hers. His erection preened under her attention.

  “So, are you ready to work some muscles?” he asked, moving back toward the bed.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Then open your legs.”

  Unashamedly, he watched as she spread them. Then, instead of mounting her as she probably thought he would, he placed both hands on her thighs and lowered his head between them.

  **

  At the first touch of Cohen’s tongue inside her, Dee wanted to scream. This is w
hat she needed. She had lain in bed plenty of nights reliving this. The way he’d used his tongue inside of her, as if she was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

  Reaching down, she grabbed hold of his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his skin as he locked his mouth down on her, giving her one hell of an intimate kiss.

  She closed her eyes and moaned. Her brain cells were scrambled and she was convinced every part of her body was about to explode. Her nipples were still hard from his attention earlier, and his mouth was causing a slow and penetrating throb to spread through her entire body.

  Then it happened again…a third time in less than an hour. Waves and waves of ecstasy washed over her, through her and around her. She gasped when instead of releasing her, he locked his mouth tighter on her sex and began thrusting his tongue deeper inside her.

  “Cohen!”

  She was convinced her throat would eventually become raw from calling out his name. But at the moment, she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was how he was making her feel.

  A short while later, still reeling from the pleasure he’d given her, she opened her eyes and saw him positioned above her. He licked his lips. “You said you often dream of me going down on you. I hope the real thing was better than any dream,” he said in a husky tone.

  “It was,” she said, barely able to get the words out.

  “Now, for the main event,” he said, then captured her mouth with his. She doubted she would ever tire of being kissed by him. He made each kiss a work of unexplainable art. Each one was better than the last, and made her greedy for another. This kiss was longer, hotter, and filled with expectation.

  She was so caught up that she hadn’t realized he was entering her body until he was there, in one hard thrust. Pressing deeper, and then retreating, repeating the process over and over again. Stroking her in the same way he’d done with his tongue, but this time, doing it with more intensity and girth. And he went so deep…

  The feel of his muscled body between her legs was tripping her pulse, making hot sparks rush through her. His male scent surrounded her. She was drowning in the essence of him, the feel of him, and she willingly gave herself up to the pleasure.