by Lexy Timms
Chrissy blinked in heated confusion. “Aren’t you going to take them off?”
CHAPTER TEN
Saks stared at the image of the lacy piece of cloth that barely covered her delicate flesh, and then the black stockings stretched between her ankles. His heart raced in his chest and his cock throbbed in his jeans. She was fucking gorgeous, and the sight of her legs spread open for him had him thinking wicked, dirty things.
“No,” he purred, “I like you like this. You’re a feast spread out just for me and I’m going to eat.”
Saks licked one long line up her smooth leg and did the same to the other. But this time when he reached the juncture of her bottom and her thigh he nipped the tender skin, and lapped it and nibbled again, earning a moan from Chrissy.
The sound of her moan was enough to send Saks into overdrive as a rumble emanated from deep within his throat. Grabbing hold of her hips, he buried his face between her legs and wondered how he’d gone for so long without the sweet taste of her. With the tip of his tongue, he pushed her panties aside and tasted her wet heat. She was sopping, as if she’d melted from the inside right onto his tongue. He flicked, lapped, and teased her pink fold until she was squirming on his face, her soft moans driving him wild.
Saks grabbed her hips and thrust his tongue into her creamy center.
“Ah! Oh, good Lord,” she panted. “Saks. Please.”
He pulled away and she whimpered. “Please what, darling? I’ll give you anything you want.”
“You,” she gasped. “I want you.”
Saks’ cock, pressed against the zipper of his jeans, threatened to burst through the fabric. He wanted her. More than that, he needed her. But there was one problem. “Sweetheart, I don’t have any condoms.”
“I’m on the pill,” she gasped.
“What? When did this happen?” He didn’t know why it shocked him so much.
“Long before I met you. I got them for acne as a teen, and never stopped.”
“Well, thank the saints for acne,” he said as he tore at his button and then his zipper. The sound of the tab rolling down the metal tore through the silent room, and Chrissy shivered.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he said as he spared a single finger to trail it down the length of her spine.
Again, she shivered. “I’ll be better when you get that thing out of your pants.”
“I can do that,” he said as he stepped out of his denim. He eyed her round bottom on display, her stockings stretched like a rubber band between her ankles and her skirt hiked around her hips. “I love seeing you like this, stretched out on the table and your beautiful ass on display.”
He ran his fingers down her spine, and she made a small noise in her throat that almost sounded like a plea.
“You’re a fucking tease,” Chrissy growled.
“True,” he murmured as he reached around and pinched her already-hardened nipples.
She moaned. “Damn it, Saks!”
“Want it, do you?” He licked her spine, working his way up to her neck, and nibbled the back of her neck. “Say it.”
“Yes,” she said with a hiss of breath.
“How much?” he said as he lodged his length between her cheeks. Damn. He’d forgotten the pleasure her soft skin gave to his throbbing cock.
The thought that they were doing this without a condom was about to blow his mind. Inside her bare had to be heaven.
Chrissy moved a hand toward her panties, but he pushed away. “None of that,” he growled.
“Saks!”
“How much do you want it? What will you give?”
“Fuck you!” He loved the little bit of anger in her voice. It was hot.
Just as an incentive he took his cock in hand and guided the tip to her entrance, dripping and hot. He took a deep breath and pinched the bottom of the tip, because if he didn’t he’d come right there. The little bit of pain winged through him, fighting off his orgasm, but he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Soon, darling,” he said, as evenly as he could. “And I tell you, Chrissy, you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” He gave a shallow thrust and hissed out a breath. It was a shock how hot and soft her walls were, like the sweetest kiss ever given. It was work not to drive further into her and take the heaven she offered.
Saks had to have her. He must. But there was also one thing he knew. He wasn’t going to let this woman get away from him again. She was his, even if she was stubborn about recognizing it. This was it. This was the woman for him, now and always. Getting her to agree was the problem. He pulled back, even though her walls clenched as if trying to prevent him from leaving.
She hit her hands on the felt of the table.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I did.” She gritted her teeth.
“Tell me you’ll marry me.”
“What?” she squeaked.
“Though,” he said as he pushed the tip of his head in once more, “why I would want a woman who is so stubborn, I don’t know.”
“You’re evil,” she snapped.
“Maybe a little devilish. But all’s fair in love and war.”
“Shakespeare again!”
“Another reason I love you, Christina Marie Serafini. That you know that.”
“You love me?”
“Haven’t I made that clear? I’ve never sent roses to a woman in my life before you.”
“So,” she said roughly as Saks gave a few more shallow thrusts that made him bite back a groan, “you’ll fuck me if I agree to marry you?”
“No. I’ll make love to you, today, every day and night you’ll let me. Because I can’t imagine another day without you in my life. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”
And, Lord, he meant those words. Whatever it would take to make this woman his he’d do. Saks has never felt so open and vulnerable in his entire life, and time seemed to stretch into infinity and his heart stopped beating while he waited for her answer.
“Okay,” she said in a small voice.
“What?”
“Make love to me, Saks, today and every day of my life.”
Saks stepped back and lifted her, flipping her to face him. With a wicked grin on his face he bobbed his head and then his body between her legs. Saks lifted her once more with his arms to sit her on the edge of the table.
“Put your arms around me, baby,” he said.
Chrissy hooked her hands around his neck and, taking his cock in hand once more, he found her entrance. He slid in, watching her expression. Her eyes closed as she gasped.
He moaned. Her walls clenched around him in heat, wetness, and softness.
The woman felt like pure heaven.
Her legs pulled his hips into her, leaving him beyond rational thought. Her face shone under the lights of the alcove, and she panted as if waiting.
“Baby,” she said, “I need you.”
“Yes,” he moaned. Saks bucked into her, his mind racing with this thought of never stopping this, of grinding inside her, searing the essence of his soul into hers.
He pressed harder into her. Her entrance quaked around him, her body’s response encouraging him to thrust harder. She clutched his neck tighter, uttering a silky whine of need that short-circuited the parts of his brain that told him to be gentle.
“Harder,” she groaned.
He rammed into her as his cock screamed with the need to take this woman, his woman, as hard as he could. She cried out and he did again, and again, and his stomach clenched, and his balls pulled up, announcing the inevitable.
A hiss of a breath pushed out between his gritted teeth as he drove into her with an animalistic fierceness. Her walls clamped down around him, and in his arms she broke apart, while her screams muffled against his shoulder. “I love you!” she cried.
And he was right there with her as his orgasm slammed into him, whiting out his vision. It receded, leaving him a shaky mess.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Chrissy awoke groggil
y in sheets that didn’t feel like the 600-thread count sheets she had grown accustomed to. She turned and curled around a pillow that smelled like Saks as she tried to ignore the aches that filled her body. They weren’t bad pains, but pleasant, trying to remind her of—what?
The aroma of brewing coffee surrounded her, teasing her nose.
Noises, the sound of coffee tinkling into a cup, glazed ceramic clinking together, a refrigerator opening and closing, vied for her attention.
Her eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar room. She scrunched her eyes against sunlight streaming in through a window above, and propped herself up on her elbows.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Saks greeted, wearing an irrepressible grin. “I’m sorry I don’t have much for breakfast, but it’s early enough we can go to the diner down the road.”
“How early is it?” she croaked.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw her purse on the nightstand, and she grabbed it and pulled out her phone. It confirmed his next words.
Six freaking AM? She checked her emails and her messages. There were a few texts from Gloria, the last one saying, “Have a good time. Wink.” But curiously there were none from Jessica, which was odd. Chrissy was twenty-four hours out from contact with Pearson and Jessica, and she was sure she’d hear something from either one of them.
That there was radio silence worried her.
“Not a morning person, eh?” said Saks. “It’s six AM. I’ve got to open the shop by 7:30.”
“I should go.” She wanted to get to the hospital to check on her father, but she wanted to contact the New York office on her way, too. She scanned the floor for her clothes but didn’t see them. Her eyes widened as she remembered last night and Saks and her on the pool table.
She’d never look at Eight-Ball the same way again.
Did she leave her clothes out there?
“Looking for something?” he said.
“My clothes.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I thought I’d hide them to keep you from running off again. We have things to talk about.”
“Like what?”
He handed her a cup of coffee and sat next to her on the bed. “I was serious last night. I want us to get married. It occurred to me you said yes to the making love part, but not the marriage part. So, I want to get that nailed down.”
“Saks,” she said with exasperation as she clung to the mug.
“Don’t tell me you don’t love me. Not when you screamed it so loud last night it nearly shattered my eardrums.”
She covered her mouth with her hand. Yes, she’d done that. “I do love you, Saks.”
“Good.”
“But marriage...”
“I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.”
“But your family, my family—”
“Look, they can either be happy for us, or we’ll get married and honeymoon in the Bahamas without them.”
“It’s not that simple. As long as the men who shot you are in the wind there will always be suspicion and distrust between our families, and worse than before. Our families will declare us traitors.”
Saks shrugged. “I don’t care. Like I said, either they’ll support us or not. Chrissy, you’re my family. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that.”
Chrissy stared at Saks. For a man who had grease under his fingernails and wore a tattered leather jacket, he had a romantic side no one would suspect.
He took a sip of his coffee.
“But for the children, we’ll need that piece of paper.”
“Children?” Her voice cracked. She wasn’t even prepared to talk about marriage, let alone children. He moved pretty damn fast.
“I’m a traditional man, sweetheart. I’m not one of those guys who fucks around and then picks up the child support later. It’s you, me, and the white picket fence. Wherever you want. With my qualifications I can get work anyplace in the country, and I have some money saved, enough for down payment on a house.”
“Sounds like you thought of everything,” she said with a chill in her voice. She didn’t come as far as she had to have a man tell her what to do, not even Saks. All her life, Chrissy had tried to avoid having a man rush in and decide her life.
“Is there a problem?”
Chrissy put her cup on the nightstand and stood suddenly. “Yes.”
“What?”
“You.”
“Me?”
She saw her clothes folded on a chair in a corner. Chrissy stalked to them and pulled them on.
“Who are you to make decisions like that? Who are you to tell me what to do with my life?” She snapped her words out after she shrugged her shirt over her head.
“Whoa,” Saks said. “Giving you coffee first thing in the morning is a bad idea.” He stepped toward her, holding his hands up as if surrendering. “I was just thinking out loud. Of course, you get to decide things. We decide them together as a couple. That’s what marriage means. But what is not going to happen here is you walking away from me, not without a damn good reason.”
Chrissy shut her eyes. She loved Saks. The night prior, when she’d been bent over the pool table and under his spell, she’d been ready to submit to anything. Now, though, in the light of day, it seemed like a pipe dream considering the obstacles they faced.
“So, tell me,” he said. “Do you want to walk away from me?”
She shook her head. “No. I’d just like to slow things down. I have things going on, Saks. My father, for one. And despite what you think, I’m worried about the problems between our respective families. Maybe you can walk away from your family, but that’s not in my plans.”
“But you’re the one who went off with James Pearson.”
“Yes. I did. But it was a temporary solution.”
“So, you did run away.” Saks crossed his arms and gave her a hard stare.
“What was I supposed to do? First, they want me to marry you, then they tell me to stay away! My boss came on to me—”
“What?” said Saks.
Chrissy sighed. “Forget it.” She never should have mentioned it.
“No, Chrissy. You should tell me these things. You don’t have to face your life like a one-woman wrecking crew anymore. I’ve got your back.”
“Just like that,” she snapped.
Saks sighed. “Damn, you’re a stubborn woman.” Then he smiled. “Do I have to bend you over the pool table again?”
“No.”
“Yes.” With a swift move, he swept her off her feet.
“Put me down!”
He laughed. “Nope.”
With a few swift steps he was out the door, and Chrissy found herself in the Hades Spawn bar once more. He stepped into the alcove, with Chrissy struggling but also giggling in his arms.
“Put me down.”
“Sure,” he replied. He set her feet on the floor right in front of the pool table.
“Now,” he said. “Do I need to put you over it?”
“Saks. You’re ridiculous.”
He smiled mischievously. “No more than you trying to fight me off.”
Saks put his hands on her waist, and her eyes widened at the thought of what he did last night on the pool table. But instead of twisting her around to face the table, he leaned in and kissed her. At first, he was gentle and sweet, but then the kiss gathered force and passion, and she melted against his body. His tongue entered her mouth, coaxing her desire and need. Chrissy’s breathing hitched, and he pressed his denim- covered shaft into her hips.
He broke away and stared intently into her eyes. And she saw there what he said all along. Saks wasn’t just her lover. He was her partner, now and for eternity.
She sighed. “I’m sorry.”
He stiffened, and she realized he misunderstood what she was trying to say.
“I’m sorry that I'm difficult. It's because I’m not used to someone having my back. But what can you expect? I’m a Serafini.”
“Well,” Saks allowed with a smile. �
�I guess the only cure for that is to change your name to Parks.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“I guess that’s the answer then,” Chrissy agreed. She put her head against his chest, making his heart swell. Atop her head his chin rested, and for a moment he simply breathed in the sweet scent of her. This was her, the woman of his dreams, and she’d agreed to marry him. Not right away. He understood that. Besides, there was a piece of business that needed attention first.
A rattling of keys at the door brought Saks’ head up and Luke walked in. “Saks, whose car—?”
He stopped short and stared at Saks and Chrissy.
“Hi, Luke,” Saks said. He felt her attempts at pulling away, but a single loop of his arm kept her at bay.
“What’s going on?”
“Chrissy and I were discussing some things.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Hi, Luke,” Chrissy greeted. “Nice clubhouse.”
“Thanks,” Luke replied. He still eyed Chrissy, as if he was trying to figure out why she was in the clubhouse. Luke rarely got riled about anything, but he wasn’t happy with how the Serafini treated Saks.
Saks appreciated that Luke was trying to look out for him. But his boss and friend was going to have to accept that Chrissy was a part of his life now.
“Do you need anything?” Saks asked.
“I was just trying to figure out whose car that was. And, to tell you that you don’t have to rush into the shop this morning.”
“Oh, good. I was getting ready to take Chrissy to breakfast.”
“Actually, Saks, I should get to the hospital and check on Dad.”
“Okay, baby,” he said. “Call me later and I’ll take you to dinner instead.”
“Sure thing,” Chrissy agreed. “I’ll go get my purse.”
Chrissy took quick steps to Saks’ room. Luke gave her skeptical glance. She returned with her shoes on now and, clutching her purse, gave Saks a kiss on the cheek.
“See you later, baby.”
“’Bye.”
“’Bye, Luke.” When she was out the door, Luke turned to Saks again.
“What the fuck?” Luke demanded. “Haven’t you had enough from that chick?”
