Renaissance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 5)

by Rebecca Lynn

  Goose bumps popped up everywhere, her nipples turned to little pebbles, and she smiled at the slight tickling sensation his goatee created. She began squirming over his erection.

  He continued to devour her neck, finding every erogenous zone known to man. He bit and sucked under her chin, down her Adam’s apple, over to her ear where he nipped some more.

  Her only response to him was a whimper. She had no coherent thoughts left.

  “I like this spot right here,” he whispered behind her ear, nipping. “I think you do, too.”

  She made a sound because she seriously couldn’t do anything else.

  “Mm, I think we need to examine the pulse points on the upper half of the body for this second examination,” he whispered, his lips sucking at the side of her neck. “Are your thighs burning yet?” he asked offhandedly.

  She hadn’t realized it, but her legs did feel stiff in this position. She was straddling his lap but lying back on his legs giving her thighs a nice stretch. She whimpered again as her response.

  He leaned back to a seated position and helped her move her legs out from under her. Then leaned forward to push his jeans down and off. A moment later, easy as can be, he scooped her up, scooted off the bed, and carried her out of the room to the kitchen. She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her ankles together behind his back and finally dropping the robe that had been hanging from her arms to the floor. She clung to his neck.

  “You make me feel so small,” she said, kissing his ear.

  “You are small.” He entered the kitchen, opened the fridge and found what he was looking for: two bottled waters. He pulled them out and held them to her back.

  She squealed and clenched her muscles at the bite of cold.

  He held her tighter, pushing more forcefully into her. “Ah, yeah,” he said with an ecstatic sound. “That was nice. Do that again.” This time he placed the water bottles on her ass cheeks while he walked her back to the bedroom.

  She gritted her teeth, they were so cold and she began pumping on him to release the jolt of energy that hit her from the icy blast of the bottles. He licked his lips and leaned forward to push her against the hallway wall, just outside her bedroom door.

  “You couldn’t have left me in the bedroom to get the water?” she breathed out.

  “This was much more fun. You ready for your second examination, Ms. Daniels?” he asked.

  The mischievous tilt to his lips made her want to ride him until she made him roar. She bit her lip, giving him her own sexy look, then she used her leg muscles to propel him into her as quickly as she could. She held onto him and continued pumping, trying to get him to finally cave.

  He didn’t. He did tighten his jaw though. That made her smile.

  He carried her into the bedroom where he tossed the unopened bottles on the bed then placed her on the comforter, pushing her up the bed by pumping several times into her and moving her further up until she was placed where he wanted her.

  “You’re an evil doctor,” she moaned. His stamina astounded her. She was becoming a little winded in her efforts to finish him off. “Do I get to see you naked any time soon?”

  He smiled as her hands felt his ass and her feet skimmed over his thighs. A kiss landed on her mouth and then he leaned back slowly, his body still connected to hers. “When would you like to see me naked?” he teased.

  Her hand reached up and touched his stomach. “Now,” she mouthed.

  While keeping his eyes on hers, he slowly pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. She was beginning to question her sanity since he had to leave her body to show her his, but when he stood before her, naked as the day he was born, she changed her mind.

  Her mouth dropped open while she looked at him hungrily, his penis jutting out ready for the next round. He stood before her letting her admire his muscular legs, and those little indentations by his hips. She reached out to touch him, realizing what a lucky woman she was.

  He walked closer and let her hands learn the lines of him. The musky smell of his skin caused her to put her mouth on his stomach, licking him there. She rubbed her cheek on him and looked up into his eyes. His own look of hunger stopped her breath. He pushed her back playfully, and moved her up the bed, kneeling between her legs. Still watching her with that heated look, he grabbed her hips and took his time dragging her toward him. The soft scrape and coolness of the comforter beneath her made her shiver, but what made her shudder was when he took her wrists and placed them above her head holding her inner wrist up to his mouth.

  “This pulse point,” he whispered against it, “is the radial artery.” He sucked her inner wrist gently and nipped it with his teeth.

  She purred. His erection found her opening, teasing her.

  With painstaking patience, he rested her wrist back down and traced his fingers from her wrists to the inner elbows. His touch was so soft and light, she was nearly jumping out of her skin. Her body had felt like it had been doused in champagne with little bursts of tingles felt everywhere.

  He allowed his fingers to tickle lightly at her inner elbows then moved back up to the inside of the middle of her bicep. “This is called the brachial artery here.” He massaged lightly into the muscle on both arms, then he leaned over to bite her there lightly.

  She smelled his sandalwood scent and inhaled deeply. His body movements caused a stir in the air, making her nipples pucker.

  He moved slightly so his knees spread her wider causing her hips to come off the bed and rest on his thighs. His hand lightly touched her smooth mound and his thumb began playing with her clit. A catch in her throat sounded unexpectedly while she watched him. He was looking down at her with a burning stare while he edged his penis closer, pushing inside her one inch at a time, watching her, so focused on where their bodies connected.

  It was one of the most erotic moments she’d ever experienced.

  Once inside all the way to the hilt, she closed her eyes and breathed. He was so hard, getting larger and larger by the second, expanding her inner walls. She wiggled under him.

  Lowering himself over her chest, he finally rested his lips on the side of her neck. “You fit me so perfectly.” Then, “The carotid artery,” he whispered. “A commonly known pulse point.” He kissed her gently there, moving his lips upward to her cheek then stopping at her temple. At the same time he pumped a few times rolling his hips with that lazy tempo he liked to create.

  She pulled her knees back more and rubbed her inner thighs over his sides. His hand held her leg back allowing him to grind into her, burying deeper. He was drowning her, the waves of his seduction consuming her, taking her so softly, she could barely breathe.

  While nuzzling next to her eye, he said, “The temporal artery is here.” Then he moved to her mouth and kissed her, licking into her while lightly drawing his fingers down her arm, skimming down the side of her underarm, then brushing lightly at the side of her breast.

  He began moving, rocking in and out, drawing puffs of breath from her as he kissed her over and over. She had already melted into the bed, but his sweet and lazy fucking caused a burning sensation at the base of her spine. She knew it wouldn’t be long for her.

  His movements continued at a steady pace, drawing sounds from both of them and she couldn’t keep herself still. She needed to come so badly. She needed him to come so badly. On a primal level, she needed to know she was enough woman for him.

  “Yeah, Tiff,” he breathed into her mouth. “Just like that.” His pace increased, now a hard and punishing tempo. “Just like that.”

  She moaned. The burn was taking on speed and fully ablaze now. She bucked to keep up with him while he cradled her head and said over and over, “That’s it. Come on, come on,” he growled.

  At this point, she was screaming, only seconds from completion, but the murmured words that next came from his mouth spilled her over the edge. “Fuck, yeah. Come on. I need you to make. Me. Explode.” His voice was demanding and out of breath.

  “Ahh
h,” she cried out through clenched teeth just as her muscles pulsed around him like a vice, milking him, begging him to finally give in.

  He roared, ramming faster and faster into her, over and over and over, the slapping of their bodies adding to the moment. Then he stiffened, spilling into her, his cries now hoarse.

  He collapsed onto her.

  Moments passed where all that was heard were their gasps for air, the buzz of sexual electricity still sizzling around them, until finally…there was silence.

  ……

  “This is the Q and A portion of the evening,” Drew murmured into her ear while spooning her from behind. They had cleaned up briefly and now found themselves snuggled under her comforter, his muscular body wrapped around hers. His hand stroked up and down her arm.

  She nuzzled back into him. The feel of his body was the most potent aphrodisiac for her. She couldn’t believe one man could be so hard yet so soft at the same time.

  “Yes. I have a ton of questions, actually.” She wiggled her butt into him. “Like how the hell do you do that, Doc?”

  He snuggled down even more, his face in her neck and his hand moving to her hip. “Well,” he said in a teacher voice, “boys have a penis and girls have a vagina –”

  She chuckled and slapped at him.

  “Hm,” he said appreciatively, moving his hips into her butt. “Laugh again. That feels good.”

  She hip bumped him and was rewarded with another soft moan. She clarified her question. “I mean that first time. The waiting. The holding off. At first, I thought,” she stopped and swallowed.

  He lifted his head and pushed her upper body back so he could look down at her. “Thought what?”

  She wanted to smack herself for starting the sentence. She shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “Thought it wasn’t good for you that first time. That maybe I wasn’t doing it for you or something.” God, she sounded pitiful.

  He moved up and brought himself face to face with her. “How could you think that?” He moved his hips so she felt his semi erection, as if to prove to her that her thinking was ridiculous. He cupped her face. “When I hold back, I’m doing it to make it better for us, make it last longer. Why do you think I take my time, Tiff?” He moved his hips again. “I don’t want this connection to end.”

  Her breath caught in her chest.

  “I need to be honest with you,” he began.

  The breath that had caught in her chest was now being held. She waited until he forced her to look at him.

  “I’m not going back after this.”

  She furrowed her brow in confusion. He explained a second later.

  “I’ve been waiting for you, and I’m not going back to the way it was. I understand you may need some time, but I want you. Just you. And you are more than enough.” He kissed her, rubbing his lips tenderly with hers.

  She held his face letting out a small gasp when she felt his hand pull her leg back over his hip so he could slip inside from behind. She moaned. “Well, in case you were wondering,” she breathed out, “you’re more than enough for me too.”

  He moaned out a laugh and hit that spot inside her. “That’s right,” he said arrogantly. “I am. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” he pumped. “Especially nice,” he pumped, “smart,” he pumped one last time and ground hard, “architects.”

  She let go of an aroused sound. “I want to make it good for you, too. I want you to be happy.”

  He moved his hips again, this time starting to pump in earnest. “Does this feel happy to you, Tiff? What do you think? Tell me.”

  “Drew,” she breathed out, her eyes closing.

  “Does it?”

  “Yes,” her voice came out on a whisper.

  He stopped moving and just stayed nestled inside her. “You’ve obviously had the conversation with him?”

  She smiled. “Yes,” she said, moving against him. He stopped her.

  “When?”

  She moved again and he stilled her, holding her face so she was looking back at him. She was sure her eyes were twinkling.

  “When did you talk to him, Ms. Daniels?” He looked slightly miffed.

  She shrugged playfully.

  He rolled her to her front, pressing down onto her back, then gently gripped her hair to hold her still. Oh yeah. She loved to unsteady this man. Before another thought could hit her brain, he positioned her so that he could take her from behind while she laid on her front, her knees bent up to the side. He pounded into her three times from behind, forcing yells from her with each thrust.

  His mouth rested at her ear. “It better have been today, Daniels. Right before you called me,” he said calmly.

  She smiled on a groan. “It may have been a day or two ago.”

  He pushed into her and rolled his hips. “When?” he demanded.

  “I don’t know,” she gasped out.

  “Liar. Tell me or I’m stopping,” he teased.

  “There’s no need for such drastic measures,” she purred, his hand now massaging her scalp. She gripped the pillow. “It’s only been a few days,” she began. “Maybe, I don’t know, five or six days.”

  “Five or six days?” he growled. Then he took over her body, gripping her hair and pushing into her with such force it stole her breath.

  “Six,” she moaned loudly. “I think it was six,” she laughed, feeling more alive than she’d ever felt in her life. “Right after the dinner party.”

  “Fuck, Tiff,” he said between gritted teeth. “Made me wait,” he stuttered and slammed into her. It was so tight this way with her flat on her stomach and her knees bent. “Made me wait six days,” he ground out and took no mercy on her. Just pounded away, moving her up the bed yet holding her down by the hair for their pleasure.

  A low rumble began in her chest and soon she was screaming at the brilliant sensations coursing through her. She shouted loudly, bright stars now exploding everywhere. She clawed at the sheets and buried her face in the pillow, screaming some more as he continued his frenzied assault until he stiffened behind her and spilled into her. The sound he made behind her was animalistic and made her arch back into him, seeking even more connection.

  His breath came hot and heavy on the back of her neck. “I want to smell you. Devour you, I want to do such nasty things to you, Tiff. You have no idea. I swear, I want to fucking,” he ground into her as he growled, “own you. I want you to be mine.”

  Did he have any idea the effect his words had on her? It was like she’d taken a hit from the most potent drug, she was flying so high.

  “Every man who looks at you, I want him to know he can’t have you. I want him to know you’re mine. Do you understand?” He sounded angry, unhinged. His hand massaged her scalp then squeezed her hair again.

  She moaned, “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “I understand,” she said, turning her head to look at him, nuzzle him. And she did understand. She felt the same way.

  That move gentled him significantly and he dropped his head to the side of hers, where he rested his mouth on her cheek. Then he whispered something to her.

  ...and her world changed.

  She moved her head again to try to look back at him and his eyes collided into hers.

  “What?” she whispered.

  “When I said I was coming after you, I meant it.”

  “No, I mean, what did you just say?” Her heart beat so erratically, she feared she’d pass out.

  “You heard me.” His eyes continued watching her. There was silence as they stared into each other’s eyes. He never looked away, just waited.

  A bubble of disbelief, joy, excitement, possessiveness, sheer and perfect completeness hit her.

  Ohmygodohmygodohmygod...

  And still, he lay on her back, deep inside her with her head turned back to see him looking into the recesses of her soul while he murmured so matter of factly, “I’m not going back. So, you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

  She laug
hed. Then laughed again. Then in a frenzied grapple of arms and legs they shifted their bodies so they were facing one another and she attacked his mouth, wrapping herself around him and kissing the shit out of him.

  He moaned into her mouth, voraciously kissing her back, their hands all over each other. She said in between licks and bites, “Do you mean it?”

  “Are you calling me a liar?” he teased, then moved his mouth to a nipple and pulled it into his mouth, sucking it hard.

  “Say it again,” she begged, pulling at whatever hair she could wrap her fingers around on his head. His laugh vibrated around her breast and caused her to cry out.

  “I’m no dummy. I’m not saying it again until you tell me what you’re thinking. And you will,” he said so confidently. “So, I can wait.” He moved his lips to the other breast and bit down lightly.

  “Shit,” she breathed. His mouth was insanely good at this. “I think about forever when I’m with you too,” she blurted, repeating his earlier words back to him. “Now you say it.”

  His mouth found hers and smiled as he rubbed it with his lips. The smile depicted such a combination of emotions, she couldn’t put her finger on just one. But they were all wonderful.

  “You didn’t make me wait very long,” he chuckled. He kissed her again. “What did you want me to say again? That I’ve come to respect and like you as a friend?” he asked softly.

  She shook her head, knowing he was toying with her.

  He kissed her cheek. “How about how fucking adorable you are when you babble?”

  She shook her head again, touching his face.

  “Did you want me to tell you that you’ve come to touch my heart with your love for these kids? Or how proud I am when I think about what my mom would say if she could meet you?” He swallowed. “She would’ve loved you, and she would’ve told me to snag you and not let you go.”

  She blinked, trying to keep him in focus through her watery eyes.

  “So,” he continued while kissing her face, “this is me snagging you.” He looked down at her. “My sexy, sweet, tempting tall glass of water who slays me every time I see her.” Then he kissed her mouth, only to break away a moment later. “Is that what you wanted me to say?”