by Tawny Weber
Looking like something out of a dream, a very hot wet dream, she tugged the fabric higher, the red shirt a vivid contrast against her pale white skin. Jacob’s mouth went dry. His brain shut down. And horny took over.
He should protest. He should stop her. But horny was in charge and howling for more. And more it got, as she finished pulling her shirt off, then shook her head so that cloud of night-black hair settled against her shoulders in a tousled invitation.
Holy hell.
She was gorgeous.
“I thought you were here to fix the sink,” he muttered inanely.
With her eyes locked on his, Bianca let her shirt drop to the floor. Standing before him wearing only jeans, boots and a black lace bra, she shook her head.
“Actually, I’m here to seduce you.”
Chapter Six
Jacob had lived a blessed life. He’d always got the job he wanted, had an almost impossible case win record and had spent most of his life deciding which of the women chasing him he wanted to be with.
But he knew, at this very moment, that he’d never been this lucky. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The lithe expanse of bare skin hypnotized as she moved with an unselfconscious grace that made his mouth water.
Her gaze locked on his, she strode to the counter and scooped up two fingersful of the sweet apples off the plate. Her eyes still heavy and her red lips curved in a seductive invitation, she slipped one finger into her mouth.
And sucked.
The blood dove out of his brain so fast, all he heard was the rush as it flew south. He damn near exploded.
He made a desperate grab at his discipline.
This was crazy. Out of line. He took a deep breath, sure there was some form of self-control in the air.
Before his lungs could find it, she stepped closer. A wickedly sweet smile played over her full lips as she lifted her other finger, one still covered in apple juices.
His eyes locked on hers, he wrapped his lips around her.
Sweet. Spiced sweetness with an addicting edge.
He groaned, desperately hoping that the sound was only in his head. Her smile, sliding further into the wicked than the sweet, made it clear she’d heard him loud and clear.
“You like?” she asked in a husky whisper as she stepped away and licked her finger again. The way she tilted her head made it clear she was asking about more than the taste of dessert.
She held her hands wide, a clear invitation.
He couldn’t resist.
The tempting scent of cinnamon and apples filled senses as he took in the sight. His head swirled a little, all arguments, all reason fading as he looked at vision before him.
Bianca was his every dream come true.
Her black bra contrasted vividly against alabaster white skin, as much in color as texture. Lace over silk. She was beautifully curved, slender lines so smooth and inviting. Her breasts, the size of the juicy Delicious apples that grew on his tree back home, were barely contained in the delicate lace. Almost as if begging his fingers to finish covering them. To weigh each one, to squeeze and test its firmness.
He reached for her before he realized what he was doing. It was as if he was in a fog, unable to think clearly, or to talk himself out of the need he had to taste her. Reason, logic, hell his own name, they all blurred.
Bianca was everything.
And she was moving backward, toward the bedroom.
What’s a guy to do but follow?
Thankfully, she stopped before she could actually reach the bed. His hands slid over her shoulders. Her skin was pure silk, warm and inviting. Then she stepped into his arms, smiling up at him in a way that said she was ready for anything he could dish up.
A little voice in the back of his head warned that he shouldn’t be dishing a damned thing. He should step away, drop his hands and behave like a gentleman.
The sexy promise in Bianca’s eyes, the full invitation of her lips, made it hard to listen to that nagging little voice.
Jacob gave in to his body’s demands, lowered his head and took her mouth.
Damn, he groaned silently. She was delicious.
He tasted the apples, sweet and tart at the same time.
The taste of her flipped a switch, completely ending all of the doubts, the logical arguments his blood-deprived little voice had been trying to marshal, they disappeared.
Gone.
The only thing in his world now was Bianca.
He molded her soft lips beneath his, sipping at the fullness before sliding his tongue along the crease. She was so sweet. So delicate.
His tongue touched the tip of hers, and it was as if he’d hit the go button. Suddenly her mouth was voracious. She sucked the tip of his tongue into her hot depths, the friction making his dick throb.
He was so obsessed with what she was doing to his mouth that he didn’t even notice that she’d pushed up his shirt until her fingers scraped his chest. His body went into overdrive when she drew her nails over his stiff nipples, sucking hard on his tongue at the same time.
Ready to burst, needing her to be as desperate as he was, he mimicked her gesture. His hands cupped her breasts, the roughness of the lace an erotic contrast against the sweet smoothness of her skin. He hooked his fingers under the lace, pulling it down to bare her nipples, then skimmed his thumbs over the hardening peaks.
Her gasp released his tongue, but before he could regain a little control, her hand slipped down between their bodies, fingers curling over his dick.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he muttered against her lips. “But I like it.”
She leaned back, just enough so he could see her face. Her smile was wickedly pleased and her big blue eyes couldn’t be called innocent now. Enticing, erotic, alluring, yes. But definitely not innocent.
“Bet I can make you love it,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.
Then she proceeded to prove herself right.
She wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, pulling his mouth back to hers. Meanwhile, her other hand worked his rock-hard erection through his jeans, squeezing in time with the throbbing.
Jacob gave himself a delicious thirty seconds to revel in the intense power she had over his body. Then, grabbing ahold of his fragile threads of control, he set out to drive her crazy.
Oh, God. Bianca’s body hummed, desire dancing a wickedly sensuous rhythm. Jacob’s mouth was magic. He tasted so good and his tongue. Oh, baby, what a tongue. She didn’t know if it was Anja’s spell or simply the intensity of finally letting herself feel and experience every secret sexual delight she’d ever dreamed.
His thumbs worked her nipples into a state of hard need while his tongue danced over hers in a way that made her want to wiggle and squirm.
She gripped his dick harder through the thick fabric of his jeans. Or was it just him that was thick? Needing to find out, she fumbled with the button. As soon as it was loosened, she yanked the zipper down and slid her fingers beneath both denim and cotton to grip velvety hard flesh.
“Bianca,” he gasped.
She slid her fingers along the length, holding tight to the hard flesh.
“Slow down,” he warned in a choked voice.
“Speed up,” she suggested, swiping her tongue over his lower lip. Then, unable to resist, she bit that sexy flesh with a quick snap.
His laugh was just a little strangled, but he clearly got the urgent message. One hand still working magic on her nipple, fingers sliding around and around, his other wrapped behind her to unsnap her bra. As if relieved to be free of their aching burden, the straps flew down her arms, only to be trapped by her elbows. Before the lace cups even fell, his hands were there. Molding, squeezing, delighting. His fingers pinched, his palm soothing even as he teased.
Realizing his pace was light years behind what she needed, Bianca undid the snap of her jeans herself. Smart boy that he was, Jacob didn’t need other prompting. His lips sped down her throat, leaving a trail of wet heat before he reached
her nipple. Teeth and tongue worked the aching bud, making Bianca crazy. Tight and intense, desire coiled deep in her belly. moisture pooled as need clawed inside her. Need for more. Need for everything.
As if he heard, Jacob had the zipper down and the shoved fabric off her hips. Her jeans hit the floor before she could kick her shoes off. Then his hand slipped beneath her panties, and she didn’t care. Not about shoes, not even about breathing. All that mattered was the incredible sensations building between her legs.
His fingers plunged into the wet heat of her core at the same time he bit her nipple, sucking it between his teeth while he laved it with his tongue.
The coil unwound, her body exploding in waves. Each one hit her harder until she was drowning in sensations. She was dimly aware of him removing the rest of her clothes, and of the distant sound of foil. But she couldn’t pull herself out of the puddle of passion enough to realize what he was doing until she felt soft fabric of the sheets against her shoulder blades.
Bianca forced her lids open, her gaze landing on the ceiling one second before Jacob’s face swam into view. Poised over her body, his eyes locked on hers.
“You’re sure?” he asked, ever the gentleman.
Adoring him for that, she slid her palms over his cheeks, pulling him closer. As their mouths melded, she anchored her hips up so her bush teased the long, hard length of him. She was dimly aware of the feel of latex against her thigh, then all awareness faded as he slid into her.
Hard and powerful, he penetrated her body with a mighty stroke. His gaze holding hers captive, he paused, letting her adjust to him.
And adjust she did.
To the hard, hard length of him.
To the thick, powerful girth of him.
And, oh baby, to the delicious throbbing.
Then he moved.
Her body went wild.
Sensations battled, heat and friction sending her spiraling higher and higher.
He plunged.
She cried out.
He pounded, in and out.
Her body tightened, clenching in anticipation.
He paused.
Eyes wide, panting, she met his gaze.
His lids were low, his face taut. He looked at her like she was the answer to his every wish, the embodiment of his every dream.
It was that look, as much as the fingers he slid between her legs, that sent her over the edge.
His fingers worked the wet, pulsing bud as her climax pounded, over and over, like waves crashing against her body. Bianca arched high, pulling him in, her inner walls milking him as he growled along with his own orgasm.
Whimpering with the power still shimmering through her, Bianca gave a soft moan of satisfaction. To echo her appreciation, she reached around to give his butt a quick pat.
He laughed, then pulling her tight against him, rolled so he was on the floor and she cushioned over his chest.
Bianca wasn’t sure how long she lay there, floating in sea of overwhelming pleasure. It might have been ten minutes, or ten days, before she found the strength to lift her head.
“Wow.”
Bianca didn’t know where she found the breath to laugh. Her cheek lying against his chest, she hummed. Then, delight fueling her, she grinned up at him.
Inspired, empowered, she leaned over the side of the bed to grab her jeans, pulling a handful of condoms from the pocket.
Eyes wide, he laughed.
“Baby, we aren’t done yet.”
To prove her point, she shifted so she was straddling his body. She leaned forward, hands braced on his chest, to slide her tongue over her lips. Proving himself an ever-so-cooperative kind of guy, he instantly hardened against her thigh.
“Wanna take me for a ride?” she offered, wriggling her brows suggestively. Since a few other things wriggled, too, it took him a second to shift his focus to her face. When he did, though, he grinned.
“I’m ready if you are.”
Her nipples were tight beneath his fingers. Her thighs damp and shaky. Her body was hot and aching, just waiting for the blessed intensity of release.
Ready?
Oh boy was she.
Chapter Seven
“Wow. I think that fourth time did me in,” Bianca said, rolling over with a giddy laugh to prop herself on Jacob’s chest. His breath still short, she reveled in the pounding race of his heart beneath her hands.
She’d done that.
She’d excited him past reason.
She’d instigated incredible sex. Four rounds of incredible sex.
And she’d been frigging awesome at it.
What an incredible feeling.
She wanted to giggle.
She wanted to immediately text her friends and let them know she was hot stuff.
She wanted to send Anja a huge bouquet of exotic flowers as a thank you. That apple turnover had been pure magic. Not only had it made dust out of her inhibitions, it’d given Bianca the courage to do anything, everything she wanted. It was like something had broken loose inside her. A wall she’d hidden behind for years was suddenly gone.
And it’d been incredible.
Sexy.
Mind-blowingly delicious.
Four, baby. Count ‘em, four orgasms.
Apple turnovers were her new favorite treat.
She eyed Jacob, sprawled on the bed with one arm over his eyes, his breath still labored and his heart pounding in his throat.
Okay, her second favorite treat.
He was amazing. Sexy, wickedly talented with that delicious mouth of his. And so sweet. Sweet enough that she’d felt like crying at one point. He’d totally focused on her, as if he only cared about her pleasure.
And even as that pleasure had engulfed her, she’d felt something. Something more. Her heart, so carefully guarded, had peeked out. And, warming, it’d liked what it had seen.
Maybe that was just great sex. It wasn’t like she had a lot of experience to compare it to. Or maybe it was more. But suddenly, she felt as if everything she’d been missing in life had clicked into place.
She tried to shake off the nerves suddenly grappling in her belly. Silly. It was sex. Great, fabulous sex. That was all.
But still...
It made her smile. And hope.
Something she hadn’t allowed herself in years.
And something, she decided as she reached out to smooth her hand over the deliciously hard planes of Jacob’s rock-hard abs, something she’d think about later.
Right now, she wanted to do him all over again.
“Well,” she said, shifting to her elbow and giving Jacob a bright smile. “That was fun. What other tricks do you have to offer?”
He moved his arm and slowly opened his eyes.
He didn’t laugh.
He didn’t even smile.
The delighted sexual haze fading from her eyes, Bianca took a closer look at his face.
He didn’t even look happy.
Her breath hitched in her throat.
Well, there went the rest of her sexual haze.
Dammit.
All of a sudden, she felt very naked. And not in a good way.
Bianca might not have much—okay, any—experience with flings or casual sex. But shouldn’t he look a little happier? She might have been busy having the best sex of her life, but she’d been clued in enough to know he’d had a good time, too.
So what was the deal? She thought this was what guys wanted. Easy, fun and no strings.
Was he thinking that’s what she wanted? Strings?
She frowned, replaying the last six hours in her head, censoring the good parts so as not to get too distracted.
Nope. Not a single word about strings.
“What’s going on?” she asked before she could stop herself. Then, as if she were still riding on the aggressive energy of that apple turnover, she poked him in the shoulder with her finger. “Aren’t regrets supposed to wait until morning? We can do a lot more between now and then to add to your lis
t, you know.”
Still no smile.
Hurt and angry, she shifted into a sitting position, taking the sheet with her. As soon as she did, he moved away.
“We shouldn’t have done this. I mean, it was great,” he quickly amended, the look on his face putting it in the same category as a root canal. “But we really shouldn’t have.”
“Why?” The hurt was fading, leaving only anger. Anger like Bianca hadn’t felt since she was a teenager, back when she’d always let passion and emotions lead her into trouble. She should bank it down, try to be calm.
But she was too pissed.
“Truth be told, it’s sort of a conflict of interest,” he said quietly, giving her a look of apology coated with regret, then rolling out of bed.
He didn’t even have the decency to stand there for a few seconds while she enjoyed the view. Nope, he immediately grabbed his jeans and yanked them on so fast she was surprised he didn’t give himself a wedgie.
This was not quite how she’d expected her fantasy sex scenario to play out.
“Why is us having sex a conflict of interest?” Frowning, she debated getting dressed, too. This seemed to be shaping into a fully clothed kind of conversation. But her clothes were all over the floor and she’d be damned if she was going to be bending and grabbing until she knew what interests were conflicted. Her stomach sank. “Are you married? Engaged? Otherwise attached in some form or another?”
“Hell, no.” His look of horror was comforting, in an annoying to know where he stood on commitment kind of way.
Bianca didn’t know why that pissed her off so much. It wasn’t like she’d seen more than a quick ride between them. She didn’t believe he was her Prince Charming, here to take her away to happily ever freaking after.
With each thought, she tugged harder on the sheet until it snapped loose of the mattress. Then, with as ferocious a frown as she could muster, she flounced from the bed, tossing the long swath of fabric over her shoulder, and glared.
“So?” She lifted her chin high, pretending she didn’t have to look up another six inches to meet his eyes. “What’s the conflict of interest you’re so worried about?”