Tempt The Hookup (Tempt Series Book 3)

by Natasha Madison

  “No, that’s okay.” I smile at him as he walks to me and kisses my neck. My robe’s open to show my bra underneath. “I have errands to run.”

  “Okay,” he says, walking over to Aiden. “Give me a hug. I’m leaving, and I won’t see you until tomorrow.”

  Aiden gets up and stands on the chair while Luca takes him in his arms. “You be good,” he says to him and kisses his neck and then puts him down. He comes to me again. “See you later.”

  “What should I wear?” I ask him. He hasn’t told me anything about the date. Not one clue, not one mention, nothing. I think both of us are more focused on getting each other naked.

  He comes closer to whisper in my ear, “I want you to wear nothing.” His breath is hot on my ear, and he comes out and nips it, making me shudder with goose bumps. “See you later.”

  I nod and then see him walk out the back door and go to the side gate that now connects our yard. “Go upstairs and clean up. I’m going to come up and pack a bag,” I tell Aiden, and he runs upstairs.

  “I want to be Iron Man today,” he says, and I close my eyes. I clean up the kitchen from breakfast and walk upstairs to pack him a bag, and when I leave, I see a white van pull up, and I wonder what he’s doing. When I get to my parents’, I walk in with Aiden shouting that he’s there.

  My father is sitting at the table reading the paper, and he spots Aiden and puts down the paper right before Aiden jumps in his lap. “Grandpa,” he says, cuddling into him. My father kisses his head. “I met my nonno yesterday,” he tells him, his eyes all wide. “That means grandfather in Italian.”

  “Does it?” My father acts surprised.

  “And my nonna,” he says of Luca’s mom, and he leans in and whispers, “She made me cookies.”

  “Did you bring me any?” my father whispers back.

  “I did,” he says, getting off his lap and rushing over to me to grab the bag of cookies we brought. He walks back and gets into the chair right next to my father. My mother is now walking into the room.

  “Good morning,” she says to me, hugging me, and then walking over to the table and kissing Aiden. “What is all this?”

  “My nonna made it for me,” Aiden says, opening the containers. “This is my favorite,” he says of the chocolate chip. My mother grabs a piece and groans.

  “Where did she buy this from?” she asks me, opening the other containers and taking out the oatmeal raisin ones. “They melt in your mouth.”

  “Wait until you try the lemon drop ones,” I tell her of the traditionally Italian cookies with lemon icing on it. She breaks it off, popping a piece in her mouth, and her eyes go wide. “That is what I said.”

  “I need the name of this bakery,” my mother says, and I shake my head.

  “She made them all from scratch,” I tell her, and my mother sits down. “I have about four more dozen at home.”

  “So how was yesterday?” my mother asks me, and I walk over to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle.

  “It was amazing. The food was amazing, and they were friendly and made sure that we were comfortable,” I tell them. “They would like for you guys to go over there on Friday when we have a big family dinner.”

  “Is she going to be baking?” my mother asks.

  “She made fresh pasta,” I tell my mother. “Fresh noodles, they melted in your mouth.”

  “We are free,” my mother says, looking at my father who shrugs. Aiden gets up and walks over to his bag, grabbing his iPad. “Are you going to watch television?” my mother asks Aiden when he walks out of the room. I am about to get up and go turn on the television when my mother gets up before me.

  “So,” my father says, waiting until my mother is out of the room, “I got your email yesterday.” I nod at him. “I think it’s a great idea.”

  “Is that you approving of Luca?” I ask him, and he smiles.

  “I am going to be honest. When you told me you were pregnant and didn’t know who the father was, I was angry and sad, knowing how much you would have to give up because of this.”

  “Dad,” I start to say, and he raises his hand.

  “Let me finish,” he continues, “but having my grandson is something I am never, ever going to regret or hold a grudge over. Also, I will have you know that Luca paid me for the house, and he has set up a trust for Aiden.” I look at him, shocked. “He has also asked me to give him a figure to pay you back for six years.”

  I get angry. “I’m going to kill him.”

  “He is stepping up to his responsibilities, and I am going to say I would be doing the same.” He shrugs. “You’ve taken care of Aiden all by yourself, and now you have Luca, so let him.”

  “I don’t want his money,” I tell him. “You are my lawyer. You tell him I want nothing.”

  “Well,” my father starts, “I did, and he just shrugged and put it in Aiden’s trust.” He looks down. “Honey, let him.”

  “Dad, I don’t want him to think I am taking advantage of him,” I say quietly.

  “Have you asked him for child support?” I shake my head. “Have you asked him to pay for schooling?” I shake my head. “Have you asked him for back child support?”

  “Of course not!” I now shout.

  “Then you aren’t taking advantage of him. He wants to take care of you. Let him, not for you but for Aiden.”

  “How are you okay with this?” I ask him.

  “I would do the same, and I have to be honest. I didn’t think he would go toe-to-toe with me. But he did.” He smiles. “Now I’m going to eat five cookies because, oh my God, they are the best thing I’ve ever tasted, and then I’m going to go and watch a movie with my grandkid. I’m going to take him bowling and then to eat at a diner that sings and dances.” He gets up and kisses my head and walks out of the room. I grab my bottle of water and get up. Walking to the living room, I see my mom cuddled up on the couch with Aiden under her arm watching The Lion King.

  “I’m going to go,” I say, leaning down and kissing Aiden. “Be good.” I look over at my mother, who is now tucked under my father’s arm. “Call me if you need anything.”

  “I won’t need anything.” She winks at me. “Have fun.” I shake my head and walk out of the house and go to the little lingerie store that Troy told me about. I walk in and see that everything is hanging by color. All the bras are delicate and look as if it will tear if pushed. My fingers roam over the delicate items. I finally spot a bra and panty set that I love and get home to see that Luca’s car is in the driveway. I go about getting ready, making sure that I’m smooth everywhere. I slip into the black and gray sheer embroidered bra with a little bow right over my nipple that can be opened. I then grab the matching crotchless panties, and once it’s on, I look at myself in the mirror. It doesn’t even show it’s crotchless. I grab my long black wraparound silk dress. It’s almost like a silk robe and falls just to the floor. I grab my gold strappy high heels. I stand and look at myself. Holding my hand to my stomach, I try to steady the flutter and the way my heart is beating erratically. I sit back down on the bed, and I don’t move. Not even when I hear him walk through the door.

  “Eliahn!” he yells my name, and I look down at my hands in my lap, shaking nervously. I blink away the stinging of my tears itching to get out. I hear him come up the stairs and then walk down to my room. He stops at the doorway and rushes to me, squatting down in front of me. “What’s the matter?”

  “I’m nervous,” I tell him softly. “It’s been seven years, and well, my body has changed.” I look down and see the biggest change, which is my boobs.

  “Baby,” he says softly. “You are way sexier now than you were back then.” I tilt my head. “I mean, you were hot back then, but now you’re like way hotter.” He holds up his hands to the sides. “I want to show you a surprise,” he says and grabs my hand. I stand, and he takes a look at me and his breath hitches. “You look beautiful,” he says, taking one finger and running it down the vee in the dress. I finally see him, and he looks
like he almost did back on the cruise. He is wearing slacks and a white button-down shirt. He kisses me on the lips and then turns to walk out of the room and then stops in his tracks. “Shit, what if you think the surprise is corny?”

  I smile at the thought of him being nervous. “I’m not going to think anything like that.” I walk with him to the back of the house, and he pulls open the door. I follow him down the stairs and then walk over to the fence. I’m not sure what to expect, but when I finally step into his backyard. “Oh my God,” I say, looking around.

  “I wanted to recreate the lido deck from the cruise,” he says, and I look around at what looks like the lido deck from the cruise. Wood floor covers the grass, and there looks like boat railings all around, and then there are the chairs from the cruise. He walks over to the chairs and sits down on one, then pulling me down with him. “Honest, is this romantic or creepy as fuck?” he asks, and I throw my head back and laugh. “Nick and Tom said creepy. Jason and Mona both clapped like little girls.”

  “It’s not creepy, and I can’t believe that you went to all this trouble,” I tell him, looking around and seeing that the railings even have lights on them.

  “Well, this is one part of the surprise,” he tells me, and then moves, making me get up. He grabs my hand and makes his way up the stairs, but instead of going to his bedroom, he turns to the other side and walks over to the spare bedroom. He looks at me with a smile, and I smile back at him, and then he opens the door and pulls me in, and I gasp out in shock.

  “Holy shit,” I say, looking around the room that has been transformed and looks exactly like the room we had on the ship. A tan sofa is against one side of the room with a table of fruit. On the other side of the room has the vanity, and if I think back to the actual room, we had sex against it maybe twice. But what draws me is the bed; it’s exactly the one from the cruise, and there is a towel monkey on the bed.

  “I know I promised you a date,” he starts to say, and I look over at him.

  I stand here in the middle of his spare bedroom and look around. My hand goes to the tie around my waist. “I think this has to be the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done.” I slip the long sash out, and it falls to my side. “And I know that you probably had dinner plans or at least wanted to take me out.”

  “Actually,” he tells me, “I was going to order in.”

  “I like that idea,” I tell him and open the wrap dress, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it pool to the floor around my feet. “I like the idea of us also seeing if this bed is as comfy as the one from the boat.” He looks me up and down, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. “Remember that time we did it so hard that the bed moved, and we fell in the middle?” I see his eye glimmer as he remembers that day.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Luca

  My eyes never leave hers as she stands there in this makeshift room that is almost identical to the room where I fell for her. Except this time, she’s a woman. A woman who carried my son, a gift so great there is nothing that I can do to pay her back.

  When I made this plan last week, I was not expecting to have construction workers in my house for the week, but after seeing the final result, I loved it. Sure, it would have to come down eventually, but for now, it was everything. I walk to her and watch her chest rise and fall as I’m standing in front of her. She is just a fingertip away from me, and I’m suddenly even more nervous than I was on that first date.

  I haven’t been with anyone since her. I’ve dated, but after a couple of dates, I knew I didn’t want it to go anywhere, and no one had that crazy pull on me that Eli did. So I gave up and decided that when I met the woman who made the ground move, that would be my cue. I never expected it to be the same woman I compared everyone to. I push her hair over her shoulder and lean in and kiss it. “I’ve dreamed about this for seven years,” I tell her, and now her chest rises and falls faster and in shorter breaths. Softly moving the kiss from her shoulder along the line to her neck, I say, “I would have given anything to go back for just one night.” My tongue trails to her neck also. “To hold you,” I whisper. “To touch you.” She shivers. “To taste you.” It’s the last thing I say before I claim her mouth. Her tongue slides out eagerly. Our tongues slide side by side and then around, and it’s like I’m home.

  My hands go to her hips and then slide to her ass. Feeling her bare skin makes my cock even harder. I pull her to me, so she can feel me, and I swallow her moan when she feels me on her stomach. The kiss starts out slow, but it grows frantic as her hands go to my waist and then to the button of my shorts. I let go of her mouth and kiss down to her neck as her fingers unbutton my pants, and the sound of my zipper echoes in the room. My hands cup her tits now as my fingers play with the little bows that hide her nipples. “Untie the bows,” she says at the same time that her palm cups my cock. The only material stopping her from feeling my cock is my boxers, and I suddenly curse myself for even wearing them. My eyes close slowly as she moves her hand up and down. My fingers roll her nipples while she moves her hands up and down, and if I don’t stop her, I’m going to come before she even touches me. I open my eyes and see the two little bows, and I softly pull the string open and it hangs by the side. The little slit opens, and her hard nipple comes out of the bra.

  “Fuck,” I hiss out, and lean down, taking it into my mouth and sucking it deep. Her hand stops moving as I suck it, and my other hand rolls the other nipple. Her hips move just a touch, and I know she wants me to touch her. I slowly move my hand to the front of her panties, and when I go to touch her, I feel her wetness on my fingers. I’m also expecting to feel lace or a barrier, but there is nothing there. I stop sucking her nipple and look down at my finger. I move my hand down, the middle one running over her naked slit. The heat from her pussy is all over my finger, and it’s like I’m a man on a ledge, and I’m jumping off. I push her on the bed, and she falls back just a bit, but her legs open, and I see that she’s wearing crotchless panties, and her pussy is bare for me. “Put your feet flat on the bed,” I order her as I take off my shirt, and her eyes glaze over. When she places her feet on the bed, she tries to close her knees, but my hand stops her. “I want to look at you.” The only thing I have on are my boxers. She raises herself on her elbows, and she watches me, licking her lips. Her nipples are pebbled, and I know that if I roll them, she is going to be so wet.

  “Seven years,” I say, leaning over her and licking her nipple, then moving to the other. The wetness glistens in the light. I get down on my knees in front of her, and I lean in. My tongue comes out, and I lick her from top to bottom. The taste of her on my tongue, and the need to get a better taste of her pushes me to do it again. But instead of doing it softly, I bury my face in her pussy like a starved man on a desert island. My tongue slides into her, and she puts a hand in my hair, pulling it and then pushing my face deeper into her. I lap at her and then find her little pink clit, and I bite it but not softly. She moans as her elbows give out and her head hits the bed.

  “Again,” she says, and I bite her again, this time her hips bucking. “Again,” she repeats, and I take my middle finger and circle it lightly as she shimmies her hips from side to side, waiting for that friction. I move my finger through her slit and then push two fingers inside her. The tightness of her pussy clenches around them.

  “Again,” she groans out, and I smile, leaning in, and bite down on her clit, but I don’t let go. I finger fuck her how I know she likes it. Her hips buck wildly, and her pussy gets tighter and wetter. When I know she is almost there, I speed up my fingers and then let go of her clit and suck it. She spasms around my fingers and moans out my name.

  “Luca.” Both of her hands are now rolling her nipples as she fucks my fingers. She rides the wave, and then I move my finger over her G-spot and that pushes her again as she comes, soaking my fingers. I lick her until she stops moving her hips and then slowly slip my fingers out of her. Her eyes find mine as I clean off my fingers with my mouth, and he
r legs fall. When she sits up, she is face-to-face with my covered cock.

  “My turn,” she says, and before I know it, my boxers are down and my cock is springing free, and she has me in the back of her mouth. I close my eyes, feeling her tongue twirl around my head as my hands go in her hair. She takes me all the way down her throat, and I look down at her hand working my shaft with her mouth while she plays with herself with her other hand.

  “I need to get inside you,” I say. She nods, but I don’t want to lose her mouth yet. My hips go faster by the second, and right before my balls tighte up, I pull out of her mouth, and she groans and tries to get me back in her mouth. “My cock comes in your pussy,” I tell her, getting off the bed and grabbing a condom that is in the pocket of my pants.

  She watches me and gets off the bed coming to me. “I’m on the pill,” she tells me and then grabs the condom in my hand. “And I know I’m clean, and I know you’re clean,” she says and then tosses the condom over her shoulder.

  “Are you sure?” I ask her, and she nods. I reach around her and unhook her bra, tossing it over on the couch.

  “That looks just like it did on the cruise,” she says, laughing and then she slips off her panties and tosses them by the door. “Now that looks more like it.” I lean to her and take her mouth. My hand goes in her hair, and I turn her head to the side to deepen the kiss. I walk her back to the bed, and she falls on it. I follow, and our mouths find each other right after.

  “I was wrong,” I tell her, and she opens her legs, and I get between them. Taking my cock in my hand, I rub it up and down. “Everything that I remember from the cruise is nothing compared to the reality.”