Rascal

by Lea Hart

  “A little.”

  “Of how good I’m going to make you feel?”

  “No,” she replied as she nipped his thumb. “But how deep you might want to burrow into my soul.”

  “As deep as I can go.”

  Cecily closed her eyes and nodded. “You could’ve lied.”

  “Not going to happen, since I knew from the moment I met you that nothing less than complete ownership of your heart would satisfy me.”

  “And things were going so well,” she responded, looking up.

  Letting out a snort, he moved closer. “I’m going to quit talking now and get to doing.”

  “Good idea.”

  Zach braced his arms on either side of her body and slid his mouth along her jaw. “So sweet,” he murmured, letting her scent wrap around him as he worked his way up her jawline. His cock thickened as she arched her soft body closer, making her breasts push against his shirt. Unable to wait a moment longer, he slid his hands inside her top and moved his palms along her sides until his thumbs grazed her nipples. Hearing a moan in response, he glanced down and watched her eyelids flutter closed as he plucked her nipples. “So fucking perfect.”

  He eased his leg between her thighs, needing more contact, and she took advantage of it almost immediately. Rocking her pussy into the hard muscle of his thigh, she gripped his arm. “Feel good?” he asked as he continued to play with her nipples, rolling them gently between his thumbs.

  “So good.”

  He rocked his thigh into the vee of her legs as she rubbed herself against him and damn if his cock wasn’t getting harder. “Take what you need, baby.” Letting her breasts go, he lifted her skirt and slid his hand into her soaked panties and found her clit. “You’re dripping wet.”

  “Zach…”

  Another moan and he knew hearing the way she responded to his touch would never get old. Wanting all of her moans of pleasure, he slicked her juices over her tight bud and crashed his mouth against hers, so he could capture them.

  Wild kisses and controlled strokes had her coming apart in an amazing quaking mess.

  Swallowing her pleasure, he kept their mouths sealed and continued to slide his finger over her sensitive flesh. When she moved away from his touch, he let her mouth go. “Another?”

  “I’ll never survive,” she murmured collapsing against him.

  Sliding his finger out her panties, he grinned and then licked his fingers. “You will.”

  “But will I recognize myself?”

  “Not likely.”

  Zach heard her low laugh and felt her warm breath then wrapped his arms around her so he could hold her close. “The fantasies I’ve created over the last two weeks don’t hold a candle to the reality of how you taste and feel in my arms.”

  “Is it my turn?”

  “For what?”

  “To taste and feel. To give you a little of what you just gave me, and just maybe get you a tiny bit addicted.”

  Leaning back, he searched her face and loved the playful naughtiness in her gaze. “If I don’t survive, call Seth and he’ll know what to do with my remains.”

  “Of course,” she replied as she took his hand and walked down the hall into her bedroom.

  Following her swaying hips, he prayed he didn’t embarrass himself and go off like a teenager at her first touch. Once they were inside what he could only describe as an explosion of pink, orange and red girliness, he let out a laugh. “Damn.”

  “Is that a ‘damn you’re glad to be here?’ or ‘damn that’s a lot of color?’”

  “Both,” he replied as he lifted her top and started moving it up her body. Feeling her tense, he decided a slow removal of her clothing wasn’t the way to go. So, he whipped the shirt off and then grinned in a very businesslike manner and divested himself of his clothes and hers. “There.”

  “Uh…”

  “Not going to let you get in your head.”

  “I wasn’t.”

  “You so were,” he growled as he did his best not to let the beast within him dictate his next move. Lifting his hand, he ran his finger from her neck down the center of her body, knowing there had never been a woman more perfectly made for him.

  She was his match with her generous curves, dips and valleys.

  She was a woman he could spend the rest of his life loving. “For the first time in my life, I don’t feel too big or that what I have to give is too much. You feel like the answer to a question I never dared ask.” Zach let his hand cover her breast and loved that it fit perfectly.

  Sucking in a long breath, she moved closer, letting her hand run over his chest. “And I’m not a woman that’s…”

  “Too much?”

  “Yes.”

  “Never.”

  ***

  “Never,” Cecily repeated as his gaze slid from her face down to her chest, lingering on the hand that covered her breast. Feeling the usual trepidation, she was surprised when he gusted out a long breath and moved past her stomach and then paused momentarily on her sex.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he said quietly with appreciation in his gaze.

  “So far so good?”

  “No words for the shit that’s going on in my head.”

  “I feel the same way,” she replied as she did her own visual tour. Massive shoulders, a broad chest covered in dark blond hair, and a six or was that an eight pack? Whatever it was, it lead to a treasure trail that framed an erection that could only be described as…as big as the rest of him.

  “You keep looking at me like that and I may not be able to remember my manners.”

  “Maybe manners are overrated,” she replied as she watched him wrap his hand around his straining length, pumping his hand up and down the long shaft. A drop leaked out of the head, and she used every bit of control not to moan out loud at the sight.

  Lifting her hand, she pushed his away and then touched him gently, feeling her body tingle with need. An awareness shot through her as she took him more firmly in hand and thought of him gliding fast and deep inside her.

  What kind of pleasure would he give her?

  His mouth moved to hers as he groaned, and their tongues began to thrust and twist together. Pumping her hand along his length in time to the momentum of their kiss, she felt his velvety soft skin and it made her want him that much more.

  Slowly she slid her thumb over the sticky drops of pre-come on the head of his cock, and he ended the kiss. “Too much?”

  “Yeah,” he replied as he tumbled her against the bed.

  Letting out a gasp as she fell against the comforter, she looked up and saw he was closer to the edge than she thought. “If I ask for mercy, will you give me any?”

  “No,” he replied as he grasped both wrists and pushed her back against the bed. Straddling her body with his much bigger one, he grinned. “You don’t really want it anyway.”

  And the way he moved his cock over her damp sex, told her he was probably right, so she lifted her hips and moved against him. Need washed through her in surprising waves, and she did her best to hold onto the tiny bit of control that remained.

  “You enjoy it while you have it.”

  “That obvious?”

  “Like you can’t believe,” he replied, grinding his hips into her body.

  Lifting her head, she caught his mouth and before she could do anything they were lost in a soul-wrenching kiss.

  His grip on her wrists tightened as he continued to rock against her, simulating what was going to happen in a matter of minutes. His cock slid over her clit back and forth, over and over until she began another climb toward climax. Her body rippled beneath his as he hit the perfect point of contact.

  Pleasure gripped her as her body quaked, straining toward the ultimate delight. “So close.”

  No words of response.

  Zach released her hands, gripped his erection and moved it over her clit until she shattered, her climax crashing through her in waves big enough to take far out to sea.

  She
was lost to the sensation.

  Until he moved away, and she opened an eye, watching him fish a condom out of his pants on the floor. “You are looking very pleased.”

  “I’m about to look a whole lot more, because I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you that getting me out could be close to impossible.”

  She watched him slide the condom on and then he was over her again before she could respond.

  “Hang on.”

  “To what?”

  “Me,” he replied.

  Slowly, he pressed into her and she felt the head of his cock part her sex before filling her completely. Pressing into her inch by inch, he gently made his way as far as he could go. She gasped at his size, feeling him everywhere as she arched into him and her body contracted, welcoming him home.

  “This is now my favorite place in the universe.”

  “Zach.”

  “I know, Cecily. We’re a perfect fit.”

  Closing her eyes, she let her mind go and concentrated on his slow thrusts. In and out, faster and harder. Moving her hands to his shoulders, she held on just as he instructed and tried not to fly apart.

  He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders and pounded into her in a way that told her, he’d let himself off the chain. Knowing she could handle him, she did her best to give him a little bit of what he’d given her, and held on.

  Every hard thrust took her higher.

  He changed his angle and brought his cock into contact with a spot deep inside her that she hadn’t known existed until now. Another, she thought as a bright light filled her vision.

  No longer inside her body, she was part of something bigger. Lost to the sensations rioting through her, Cecily focused on Zach’s cock hitting the magical place and his big body rocking over hers.

  Slick, sweaty skin slid together, and all she could hear was her name being called out like a battle cry. Peaking, she joined him and shouted his name as she flew apart harder and faster than she thought possible.

  He climaxed almost simultaneously and came with a roar. His shoulders shook, his body trembled, and they held tightly to one another.

  Time no longer had significance as she floated, feeling the aftershocks. Her breath came in short and choppy as she felt him collapse. Moving her arms around him as best she could, she held him, praying that the magic they’d just experienced wasn’t a one-time thing.

  “You’ll put me back together, right?”

  “Am I supposed to understand that?”

  “You’ve blown me apart, baby. I’ll need you to stitch me back together.”

  Letting out a sigh, she patted his shoulder and closed her eyes. “Right after you do the same for me.”

  “Or we could just stay in this bed and remain just as we are.”

  Feeling contented in a way she couldn’t describe, she kissed his arm and let herself start to drift off. “Let’s do that.”

  “Good idea,” he replied as he rolled off and held her against her chest.

  And Zach was a good idea, she thought as her body submitted to the pull of slumber.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Zach pulled Cecily closer and ran his nose along her cheek. “This was a great idea, baby.”

  “You can’t come to California and not spend a little time on the coast.”

  Inhaling a lungful of sea air, he enjoyed the view the Moss Beach Distillery patio afforded them and stared at the ocean whitecaps. “I’ve never spent much time up here and can understand why giving this up to move to Vegas is going to be hard.”

  “I only come out once a month, but knowing it’s only forty-five minutes away makes me feel like I could come more.”

  “Only time I ever spent close to the beach was when I was stationed at Camp Pendleton in San Diego.”

  “Were you there for most of your career?”

  “Yes. But I wasn’t on base much, since I was either OCONUS or taking advantage of advanced training courses. Once I qualified as a RECON Marine, I was eligible to go to not only our programs but other services as well.”

  “And how trained are you?”

  Giving her a wink, he sat back. “The only way I’ll tell you is if you promise not to get all hot and bothered in public.”

  “And why would I get hot and bothered by a bunch of military jargon?”

  “Because when you hear the shit I can do, you’re going to find me twice as irresistible as you already do.”

  She patted his leg, giving him a fake smile. “I’ll do my best.”

  He kissed her head and nodded. “Ready?”

  “As I’ll ever be.”

  “I’m trained and qualified as a combatant diver, a scout sniper, and I also attended the Army Airborne and Jump Master school as well as the Army Ranger pathfinder course.”

  “Very impressive, and it’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself.”

  He gave her a slow once over and smirked. “You don’t look turned on like I thought you would.”

  “I don’t know what half the things you said mean, so how could I be?” Running her hand down his leg, she let it rest on his knee.

  “I guess all you need to know is that if shit hits the fan, I can more than handle it.”

  “Hopefully, if that day comes, we’ll be in close proximity to one another, so I can benefit from your special skills.”

  “I’d like nothing more and hope like hell you move to Vegas soon. Not only for your career but because you can’t stand being away from me.”

  “Do you want me addicted, Zach?”

  “More than you know.”

  “And what would some of the benefits be of such an addiction?”

  “More loving than you can stand, more adventure than you know what to do with and a steadfast partner who will keep you safe and protected.”

  “If something like that were possible, then I’d have no choice but to make you the center of my world.”

  Tilting his head, he looked into her warm smile and knew there wouldn’t be a better place to be. “I think being the center of your anything would be damn fine.”

  “I guess, we’ll have to see what we can do about that,” she replied playfully.

  Signaling the waitress for another round, Zach propped his feet on the ledge of the fire pit and enjoyed not only the warmth from the fire, but from the woman at his side. “I’m fucking stoked my surprise visit is working out and appreciate the hell out of you letting me crash your weekend.”

  “I didn’t have much planned other than brunch with Norbert tomorrow, so I have to agree.”

  Frowning, he ran his hand along her shoulder. “Do the brunch plans mean the set up with your friend didn’t work out?”

  “It hasn’t worked out yet, but I’m not giving up hope,” Cecily replied as she accepted a glass of wine from the waitress.

  Taking his beer, he nodded to the waitress. “Bet ol’ Norbert is going to be surprised when I show up at brunch tomorrow.”

  “I canceled it, so don’t worry.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I don’t want to sit through a meal and watch a pissing contest.”

  “You told me he wasn’t interested.”

  “He’s not, and as I recall you didn’t believe me, so I imagine you’d make it abundantly clear that we’re seeing each other. Thus, the pissing contest.”

  “We’re more than seeing each other,” he replied, taking her hand. “We’re together.”

  “And the difference between the two is what?”

  “One implies that you’d be free to see other people and the other doesn’t.”

  “And what about you, Zach, are you free to see other people?”

  “I have no desire to see anyone else and hope like hell you feel the same way about me.”

  “Well…”

  “That better be a cute way of replying and not—”

  “What, Zach? Exactly what can’t it be?”

  “You thinking about whether it’s a good idea or not.” He set down his bee
r and smoothed his hand over her cheek, cupping her jaw. “The physical intimacy we had was a lot more than fucking, and it told me on no uncertain terms that I want something serious with you.”

  “I’m scared to admit I feel the same way, but I do.”

  Letting out a breath, he hadn’t been aware of holding, he grinned. “Okay.” He picked up his beer again and sat back, feeling relieved and also terrified. He had no idea how or what it took to be in a real relationship and hoped like hell he could make it happen.

  Since the alternative was absolutely unacceptable.

  ***

  Dips, curves and slopes.

  Cecily was a feast for the eyes, and he’d never felt so feral in his life. A savage need beat in his chest as he dropped to his knees and pulled her hips closer. “I’m ready for my dessert.”

  “Zach, what exactly do you have in mind?”

  “Lay back, baby, and you’ll find out.”

  “But…”

  “Do as you’re told, woman, and I promise this will be the first of many trips to the moon.”

  “You remembered,” she said quietly.

  He kissed his way up her leg, feeling the weight of her gaze pressing into his skin. “I remember everything.” Pushing her legs apart, he moved forward and licked her from back to front and heard a sigh.

  One so perfect that it told him the world made sense.

  He’d made her do that.

  He gave her what, God willing, no one else could.

  Slowly laving his tongue along the seam, he tasted her unique flavor and groaned before dipping inside and then ending at her clit. He closed his lips over the tight bud and gave it the perfect amount of pressure.

  “Oh lord,” she moaned.

  The guttural pleasure she expressed in those two small words, spurred him on. He ran his tongue along her clit, teasing with soft flickers back and forth until her body shook.

  Her release was as beautiful a thing as he’d ever seen, and he gave her long laps to keep it going.

  Feeling her hands rest on his shoulders, he let her ride out the storm and happily drank down her juices, essence and scent. Giving her one last gentle kiss, he smiled with satisfaction.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you hard,” he said as he stood and pushed off his jeans. “Hope you don’t have any objections.”