Mister Irresistible: Bachelor International Book 2

by Me, Tara Sue

  “Moving awful slow there,” she teased. “I’m growing older by the second.”

  “Sorry,” I said, feeling playful. “Did you say something? I was admiring the view.”

  She put her hand on her hip. “If you don’t get busy taking those pants off, I’ll do it for you, and damn the consequences.”

  She would too. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind she’d do that exact thing, and while I would enjoy every second, I hadn’t been lying about how close I teetered on the edge. I’d be damned if our night would end this early. I had major plans for Wren once I had her back in my bed. Plans I wouldn't let her goad me into revising.

  “I’ll take them off.” I undid the button at my waist. “But you have to watch.”

  “Do I look like I’m getting ready to run off somewhere?” She asked, and the vision of Wren running up and down the halls of the estate were so vivid in my mind, I had to smile.

  “Not at the moment,” I said.

  “Then get busy.”

  Though our time together before had been unforgettable, it had occurred over five years ago. While there were moments of those few days I could recall with vivid clarity, there was no way for one to remember every second of those days five years later. It saddened me there were moments time had allowed to slip from my memory. Yet I had to admit, it was pure delight to discover new things about the woman I’d known so intimately so many years ago.

  “Have you always been this bossy?” I smiled as worked my zipper down. “Because I don’t remember you being this forceful. I think it’s hot.”

  She arched an eyebrow, insinuating, I supposed, that she didn’t believe me.

  I chuckled. “Trust me, the way I see it, there is nothing hotter than a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to let anyone know.” I pulled down both my pants and boxer briefs at the same time and took a step out of them. “Tell me, Wren. What do you want?”

  Her gaze hadn’t dropped from mine while I was taking my pants off, but after hearing my question, her eyes went straight to my cock.

  “You,” she said in a raspy voice.

  I took myself in my hand. “This part, too?”

  “Hell, yes,” she said, licking her lips, and I swore I grew harder. “Especially that part. What I really want is to taste that particular part. I’d lick the tip, swirl my tongue around the little slit, and then I’d take all of you in my mouth at once, letting you fuck yourself into my throat. ”

  Fuck, she didn’t have to touch me. I’d wager anything, she could make me lose my shit with her words alone. Her words painted a picture of her doing exactly what she said she wanted to do. Hearing her talk about it made me almost spill into my hand, so I let go of my cock for fear my own touch would set me off. I took a deep breath and shoved the image of her on her knees, sucking me off out of my mind. Or I tried, anyway.

  “I’d like nothing more than to give you the taste you want,” I assured her, and even to my own ears, my voice was rough. “And maybe we can do that later, but for now, you’ll have to wait.”

  Acting as if she’d spent countless hours in my room, and this wasn’t the first time she’d been inside, she strolled to my bed and climbed on, settling herself on her back. “I guess I can wait.” Her hand drifted between her legs. “As long as you don’t make me wait too long.”

  As enjoyable as it would be to sit back and watch as Wren pleasured herself, the only orgasms she’d get tonight would be from me.

  I didn’t reply, but walked to the bed and climbed on top. Seeing her there on my bed, spread and needy for me, made me feel like I was king of the world. Hell, forget that, with her in my bed, I was the fucking king of the world.

  Though damn near every cell in my body protested, I wouldn't take her yet. I situated myself between her legs and smiled up at her. “Get comfortable,” I told her.

  She flopped back onto the bed with a moan.

  “Oh yes, vita mia,” I said. “I have you exactly where I want you, and I’m not moving until you’ve come at least twice.”

  I had hoped that focusing on Wren and her pleasure would help me step away from the edge. That bringing her multiple orgasms would enable me to calm my own need a bit. However, I soon found the longer I spent teasing her wasn’t doing anything but heightening my arousal.

  My exploration of her body, remembering what once brought her the most pleasure, and doing it now to see if it still did, resulted in the sweetest rewards possible- her blissful sighs and moans. Unfortunately, while they were what I was after, they did nothing to relieve or lessen my desire for her. Instead, all they did was stoke it.

  I’d vowed that she’d come twice before I moved. Therefore, even though my dick thought it was in charge, it was wrong. It wouldn’t be getting its way until I did what I said I would.

  “Now,” Wren said, tugging at my shoulders and attempting to pull me up after her second release. She’d been wonderfully responsive years before, and she was even more so now. It hadn’t taken very long at all to make her come twice. And for that, I was eternally grateful. I could have continued relearning her, but I was more than ready to get inside her.

  “So bossy,” I said, attempting to act indifferent, but falling miserably short of being able to carry it off. No doubt, she could see through me as if I were made of nothing except glass. But she didn’t appear to see the need to call me out on it. Either that or she didn’t want to waste time doing so. I was fine with either.

  I ran my nose up along the inside of her leg, inhaling her intoxicating scent, a combination of her floral body wash, and her own unique smell. Unable to stop myself from doing so, I went back down her leg so I could go back up, but tasting her the second time. When I pretended I would do it a third time, she wrapped herself around me in an attempt to keep me from moving.

  “No,” she said, tightening her legs around me. “Now. Fuck me now, damn it.”

  I loved how feisty she became when she was aroused. Who knew something like that could turn me on even more?

  Although I was beginning to think everything about Wren turned me on.

  “I can’t do anything with you wrapped around me like this,” I said, pointing to how her arms and legs still held me immobile. She might not be dancing anymore, but she was doing something to stay in shape. Her legs were almost viselike the way they squeezed my body.

  She looked in my eyes and there was no denying the need and desire I saw in their depths. “If I let you go, you have to promise you won’t do anything other than fuck me,” she said.

  “You drive a hard bargain, vita mia.”

  “I’m more interested int the hard things you can drive,” she said, untangling herself from me and letting me move.

  “Do you want to see exactly how hard I can drive things?” I drew myself up to my knees in between her parted legs.

  “Yes,” was all she said.

  I ran a hand down each of her legs one at a time, watching her face as I did so. She didn’t walk or move with any type of impediment, but I didn’t know enough details about her injury to know what may or may not cause pain or discomfort. And I’d be damned if she’d experience either in my bed. “Let me know if this hurts or is uncomfortable.”

  She nodded, but said nothing. I wasn’t sure if that meant she thought there could be a potential of either, if she was placating me, or if I was simply reading too much into the situation.

  “I’m good with whatever you have in mind,” she whispered.

  “Promises. Promises,” I said. “You don't know what things might be going on inside my mind.”

  “I’m willing to take that chance.” Her eyes danced with mischief. “Try me.”

  I kept watching her as I lifted first one leg and then the other over my shoulder, spreading her even wider for me. She let out a moan, but it was one of pleasure and not distress.

  “Still okay?” I asked, anyway.

  “I’m not a fragile doll, Luca.” Her voice held no anger, but was insistent all the same. “I
promise I won’t break when you touch me.”

  “You do realize I’m getting ready to do a hell of a lot more than touch you, right?” To drive her even more crazy, I rubbed my dick along her wet slit, but didn’t thrust yet.

  “You better be,” she said with a mock eye roll. “Though the way you keep jabbering on and on makes me wonder if there’s any action buried underneath all that talk?”

  I couldn’t stop my laugh. I didn’t remember sex being so fun. “You’re asking for it now.”

  “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. So you keep saying. I’ve yet to experience anything other than talk.”

  “What about the two orgasms you had? You haven’t forgotten those, have you?”

  She arched an eyebrow. “What orgasms?”

  And then, just because it was what she least expected, I lined myself up and gave her exactly what she’d asked for.

  Chapter 20

  Wren

  The teasing follow up I had to my what orgasm question died on my lips as Luca entered me with one hard thrust.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said, trying to blink away the stars from out of my eyes.

  He’d held still, buried deep inside me, and knew it had to pure hell for him. I squeezed my muscles around him and his eyes rolled back. “Don’t… fuck….” He took a deep breath. “I’m holding on by a thread.”

  “Me, too.”

  “I’m not going to last,” he warned.

  “I don’t care,” I panted. “I’m not either.”

  “Fast this time and slower the next?”

  I shifted my hips forward, desperately trying to get him deeper. “Yes, damn it. Just move.”

  He caught my gaze and based on the mischief I saw dancing in the depths of his eyes, I assumed he’d hold still for longer just because I asked him not to. But all at once, the corner of his mouth lifted up, and I had just enough time to grab hold of the sheets at my side before he pulled out and slammed back into me.

  Again.

  And again.

  “Like this?” he asked, thrusting again.

  With my legs over his shoulders, he went deep, hitting spots inside me I didn’t know existed. I hadn’t been stretching the truth when I told him how close to release I was. The way he worked his cock soon had me panting.

  “So good,” he said, keeping his rhythm steady. “So fucking good.”

  It was too much. Watching him above me, the strain of his muscles as his body worked in and out of mine.

  “I’m so close,” I moaned. “Harder. Do it harder.”

  He increased the strength of his thrust. “Squeeze my dick like before.” I tightened myself around him when he pulled out. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

  With his next thrust, he went deeper, and I was done for. My third orgasm hit hard and fast. Luca mumbled something under his breath, pumped his hips one last time and his release followed.

  We stayed entwined for several long moments as our breathing and heart rates returned to normal. I remembered this. Those moments composed of both the satisfied bliss of after and the building anticipation of again.

  Luca sat up with a moan and left the bed only long enough to dispose of the condom. I rolled over to my side to watch him as he walked naked across the floor. After he crawled back under the covers, he pulled me close.

  “I remember us being good together, but I don’t remember us being that good,” he whispered in my ear.

  I had to admit I felt the same way. “Do you think it’s because we’re older and wiser?”

  “Me, personally?” he asked. “I think it was because I’ve been without you for so long.”

  “Mmm.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “What do you think it was?”

  “I’m not sure,” I said, trying to make my voice as serious as possible. “But I’m not sure it was all that much better.”

  “You’re not?” His genuine worry proved I’d carried off the serious tone.

  “No,” I said. “We definitely should repeat it so we can know with certainty.”

  He grinned. “I’m all for that, but this time we’re going to go slower.”

  “Slow’s good,” I agreed. “That’ll make it easy for us to confirm we’re better together now.”

  That’s what we did. With the urgency of the first time behind us, we each wanted to spend more time on the second. Drawing out our touches and kisses. Relearning the other person and discovering new things about them. We consumed each other with our senses. Taste. Touch. Sound.

  We hadn’t discussed tomorrow or the next day or the week after that. There were no promises asked for, and none had been given. Neither of us knew how things would go between us, or if we even wanted them to go anywhere.

  There were conversations that needed to happen and things that had to be brought up.

  Not tonight.

  I told myself tonight was for me. I’d lost a lot in the last five years, and if I had to give up more, so be it. But tonight was mine.

  Mine and his.

  Ours.

  Chapter 21

  Wren

  Two days later, I sat by the estate’s outdoor pool while I sorted and organized my notes. I had enough to draft the first part of the article. My goal was to have the piece completed by the time we touched down in Boston. The way I saw it, the sooner I turned it in, the sooner I could resign.

  I heard Luca’s voice from what sounded like a fairly good distance away. I took a quick peek and saw he was on the phone, pacing along the outside deck area of the business wing. He was dressed casually, at least for him, a pair of khaki pants and a white button-down shirt with the sleeves folded up to the elbows. It shouldn’t be legal for a man with his body and muscle tone to wear anything that displayed his arms so well. I found it hard to look at anything else.

  My face heated as I remembered how those arms felt wrapped around me the night before last. And once that memory came to mind, other similar ones joined. How he’d taken his time to pleasure me, even though it was clear his control was at the edge of its breaking point. Our teasing banter in bed. The intensity of him thrusting into me. The way we stayed entwined with each other for a brief rest before doing it all again.

  I spent most of the night in his bed. Luca had asked me to stay the entire night, but I didn’t want to be caught in his bedroom. As far as the house staff knew, I was only a reporter. Maria might have known about our past, but it wasn’t from my lips. So, around four thirty, I made my way back into my room, unnoticed.

  Luca told me before I left that he’d come to my room next. Unfortunately, Gemma started vomiting not long after lunch, and when night fell, she only wanted to sleep in Luca’s bed.

  Needless to say, he never made it to my room.

  I was watching him pace, wondering what could have him so aggravated, when I heard a small, “hello,” from behind me.

  I turned to find Gemma. Her cheeks had more color than the day before, and she was smiling. Her outfit was once again gorgeous. It looked like a short princess gown with a tutu. It sounded horrible described in my head, which was a shame because it was quite lovely.

  “Hi, Gemma,” I said. “You look like you feel better.”

  “I do,” she said, but then crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip. “But Daddy said I can’t go to dance class today because I throwed up so much yesterday.”

  “That actually sounds like a good idea,” I said.

  “It does?” she scrunched up her nose. “Why?”

  “I can think of two reasons,” I said. “One, you may still have some of the germs that made you sick, and if someone stood next to you, they could get the germ from you, and then they might get sick next.”

  “Okay,” she said with a nod, but looking like she didn’t believe a word I said. “What’s number two?”

  “Number two is that even though you feel fine, your body may need more time to heal. If you push yourself too hard or too fast, you might get even sicker. And that would mean even more missed dance class.”


  Gemma’s reply was a yawn.

  “See?” I said. “You’re yawning. That proves you need to rest today.”

  “No,” she said. “I’m yawning because Daddy snores so loud, I couldn’t sleep last night.”

  “Are you telling Wren our family secrets?” Luca said.

  I looked to my side and found him walking down the path from his office space to the pool. He wasn’t talking on the phone, but there was something lingering in his eyes.

  “No, Daddy,” Gemma said. “I was talking about how loud you snore. So loud you keep me awake all the time.”

  Luca chuckled. “Does that mean you’re moving back to your own bed tonight?”

  “Yes. When I’m in my room, I can’t hear all the snoring you do.”

  “Gemma!” Maria appeared over on the other side of the pool. “Come back over here. I told you not to wear that outside.”

  Gemma wrapped her around her body. “But I love it. It’s pink and has a tutu. And Daddy made it specially for me.”

  I was pretty certain my mouth hit the ground. Obviously, I knew what Luca did, who he was. Heck, I’d even visited some of his designs in a few of the high-end stores in Boston. Yet, it never occurred to me that he’d use his talent for anything other than women’s fashion. Stupid, I know.

  “You made those outfits?” I asked, watching Gemma twirl on her tippy toes back to Maria.

  “Not all of her clothes,” Luca said.

  “But that one and the one she wore that first day in the garden?”

  He nodded, like it was nothing.

  “They’re fabulous, Luca,” I said, unable to keep the admiration from my voice.

  “It’s just a little something I do on the side for Gemma.”

  “What?” I asked. “You don’t sell them?”

  He raised an eyebrow at me. “No. I design women’s clothing. Not children’s.”

  “Not to knock your women’s stuff because I’ve seen it, and it’s very nice. Wonderful even, but Luca, what you do for Gemma is magical.”