by Lexi Blake
She hadn’t realized how lonely she was until she’d met him. “David?”
He started, every muscle tensing, and then he turned, though he mostly moved his torso as though trying to keep his private parts private. His eyes latched on to her, but he didn’t say a word.
Oh, she wanted to run. He was far too gorgeous. She wasn’t in his league. She knew she was attractive, but she wasn’t even close to being in the same condition he was in. He’d been an elite athlete and he’d obviously never stopped working out. She could stand to lose a few pounds.
And if those pounds and the roundness of her hips ran him off, then so be it. She was done sitting around and hoping she got what she wanted. At least she would know. “I don’t want to go slow.”
For a second, she was almost sure he would tell her to go. Then he turned and he was standing there in his full glory, as though letting her see what he had to offer. When she simply stared, he crossed the space between them and, without a word, his hands cupped her face and his mouth was on hers.
The minute they touched, something sparked to life inside her, something wild she’d never felt before. It seemed to start in her toes, making them curl as the sensation rushed through her system. Heat and anticipation and pure joy.
It had been forever since a man kissed her like this. Maybe never. The only thing that compared was the sweet high school fumbling between her and Austin. He’d been eager, but he had no idea what he was doing.
David Cormack knew how to kiss. He mastered her mouth with his, soft when he needed to be and then rough, sending a thrill through her system that burned a path straight to her pussy. He brushed his lips against hers and then zeroed in on her lower lip, biting gently and sucking briefly before another soft kiss allowed her to breathe again. And then when she was ready to beg, his tongue surged in, rubbing soft velvet against her own.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he said against her mouth as his hands moved down.
“I’m sure,” she replied with a breathy whisper. He could throw her up against the side of the shower and take her then and there and she would be perfectly satisfied.
“Because there’s no going back. I’ve been a good boy up until this point. I’ve been civilized, Isla. I’ve played the gentleman around you, but if you let me in, I’ll invade and you’ll see the real man underneath the suit. I’ll be demanding and overly protective and I’ll want you every fucking minute of the day.”
And that was bad, how? She’d been on the outside looking in for so long, the idea of being someone’s center, being the person for him, made her heart ache with longing. “Please touch me, David. I want the real you, every dirty, possessive part of you.”
His hands found her hips and he dragged her against him, their bodies coming together for the first time. He was warm, his skin soft over the steel of his muscular body.
She took a moment, letting her arms wrap around him, her breasts against his chest, that hard erection of his cradled to her belly. This was sweet intimacy. Yes, it would lead to something wild, but for a moment she basked in the comfort of another body against hers.
He stepped back, taking her with him and bringing them into the warmth of the shower. He seemed to understand she needed a moment, and he followed her lead perfectly. One hand held her to him while the other smoothed back her now-wet hair as he brushed light kisses over her forehead and down to her nose, lavishing her with affection she’d been starved without. He stood like that with her, learning her body with his hands and mouth.
“See,” he said with the sexiest chuckle as he leaned over and ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. “We’re still taking it slow. I could do this for hours and I haven’t even gotten to your tasty parts yet. You’re sweet, Isla. I could eat you up. Are you going to let me eat you up?”
She nodded.
One hand tangled in her hair, gently drawing her back and forcing her to look up at him. His eyes were hot, his jaw tight with arousal. “Talk to me. I won’t let you disconnect from me when we’re intimate. Tell me. ‘Yes, David, I want you to eat me up.’”
“Yes, David. I want you to eat me up.”
His lips curled up, satisfaction oozing off him. Masculine satisfaction. “You want me to eat this cute nose?”
He kissed her there.
Oh, he was going to make her crazy. He was going to make her ask for everything she wanted, and she wanted it all, but then she kind of liked the fact that he wasn’t about to let her lie back and simply enjoy. He wanted her with him all the way. “Kiss me. I want you to eat me up starting with my mouth. I love kissing you. I can’t think about anything else when you’re kissing me. Nothing but you.”
His mouth covered hers, tongue moving lazily. “I don’t want you thinking about anything but me. I assure you my brain is shut down to everything outside this shower. God, you’re as beautiful as I thought you would be.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. He simply kissed her again. One hand held her still for the leisurely perusal of his mouth while the other ran down her back, cupping her ass. He could almost fit the whole of it in that big hand of his. He made her feel delicate and feminine against his rough masculinity.
He held her hard against him, letting her feel every inch of his cock. She let her hands roam, exploring the muscles of his back while her nipples brushed his chest. Her leg caressed his, coming up to wind around his strong thigh. She wanted to climb up him, conquer him in a way she’d never wanted with a man before.
In the last few years, sex had been nothing more than a way to try to feel close to someone. She’d tried it a few times and almost always backed away the next morning because she realized it wasn’t right.
This was right. This was everything she’d been missing in her life.
He broke off the kiss and started working his way down her neck. “Tell me where else you want my mouth. I know where I want to go, but I would never want to disappoint you. You want my mouth here?”
He kissed her collarbone.
Oh, she knew where he was going and that he was going to tease her until he got there. Her nipples were already aching, begging for the pull of his mouth. “Lower.”
But she could tease him, too. She didn’t want this to end. They could have quickies later on. Later on, he could pull her into a broom closet during a recess in court sessions and she would be blissfully satiated with their three-minute fling, but now she wanted this long, slow exploration of bodies.
He moved down slightly, caressing the upper swell of her breasts. “Have I mentioned how gorgeous these are? How fucking sexy you are?”
“You haven’t.” She got the feeling he was going to tell her a lot.
He looked down, staring like he was witnessing something miraculous. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, Counselor. In, and definitely out of clothes. You make me crazy. And I’ve been dying to get my mouth on these.”
He lifted her up, hefting her with an ease that took her breath away, and then she was right where he obviously wanted her. He leaned forward and licked her nipple with unselfconscious sexuality. He licked and gently bit and sucked her like she was a sweet treat he’d been dying to try. All the while she could feel herself preparing, getting wet and ripe and ready for him. Her lower body pulsed with arousal, but she simply held on to him and let him have his way.
His way led to pleasure. There was no denying it.
Fire licked along her skin as he tormented her. He moved between her breasts, giving them each equal attention.
She couldn’t help the moan that came from her throat. She was caged in his arms, his mouth on her, and she couldn’t help but think there was no other place she’d like to be. This was exactly where she belonged. All the horror of the past days melted away, and all that mattered was the feel of his mouth as he set her down on the built-in bench.
He sat down and got on his knees in
front of her. “Where else, Isla? Where else do you want this mouth of mine? I know what I want to taste, but I need to hear it from you. Tell me I can taste you. Tell me that pretty pussy is mine to take any way I want.”
“Yes, David. It’s all yours. I’m all yours.” There was nothing she wanted more than the heat of his mouth and tongue on her most sensitive flesh.
He spread her knees wide and then covered her with heat. His tongue moved through her soaked pussy, leaving pure pleasure in its wake. He speared her with his tongue, moving in and out of her, his thumb finding her clitoris and pushing at the exact right time to send her flying over the edge.
The orgasm threatened to pull her under the tidal wave of emotions it brought with it. Isla had never felt this way before. The connection between them was a live wire, and she couldn’t help but hold on to it. Even if it burned her in the process.
Her whole body went limp as David kissed her one last time.
He looked up her body, his eyes heavy-lidded and his sensual lips glistening. “Tell me I can have you.”
There was only one way to reply. “Any way you want me.”
She was his and there was no going back.
* * *
• • •
David’s hands were shaking by the time he got to his feet. The whole shower was filled with steam and he wondered how much longer they had before the hot water gave way to cold. Not that he would notice. His whole body was pretty much on fire, and there was no way it was going out until he’d had her.
His cock was so close to the edge he was fairly certain a stroke or two would do him in. Control. He needed to find some or this wouldn’t go the way he wanted it to.
God, she’d tasted like heaven. Sweet and honest, no playing around to drag him further in. She’d gone with him, letting him see and hear and feel and taste exactly how much she wanted him, and that honest passion had been a revelation.
He should have known it would be like this. She didn’t play around in real life. Her every emotion was there on her face and the way she held herself. She should never play poker because she would lose big-time, and he was happy she’d been smart enough to go into business law, because she couldn’t front to save her life.
And he liked it that way. But he had to wonder how many assholes like Royce Osborne had taken advantage of her sweet nature.
He looked up at her. Her skin was flushed a lovely pink from the orgasm, and her eyes had gone soft.
“Damn, but you’re beautiful.”
“Almost never feel that way,” she said quietly, her hands finding his hair. “You make me feel like I am, but you’re the beautiful one.”
And he was lucky she was blind and didn’t seem to notice that his nose had been broken more than once, that his body was covered in scars. Sure, he’d kept himself physically fit, but he bore the mark of years of punishing work on his face. “I’m never buying you glasses, baby.”
Her lips curved up in the most stunning smile. That was the hard part. That smile not only got his dick hard. It made his heart soft and ready to do anything to keep that smile on her face.
“I think you said something about taking me,” she reminded him quietly. “Unless you’ll let me return the favor.”
The idea of Isla on her knees in front of him, her mouth working him over, nearly made him come then and there. He leaned in and kissed her, loving how she kind of sighed into him and gave over. She opened her mouth and welcomed him in, her tongue playing shyly at first and then boldly dancing with his own.
He broke it off, pressing his forehead to hers. “I want inside you too badly but, baby, Noah didn’t leave his presents inside the shower.”
She grinned. “Nope, he left them in the nightstand.”
She pressed in, standing up. It brought him in contact with her breasts. Pretty breasts. They were a lovely handful and mouthful, and he couldn’t help it that one of them was right there, ripe and waiting to be loved. That perky nipple sort of slipped into his mouth, and then it would be rude not to show it how much he adored it.
Her back bowed, offering him more, and he wrapped his arms around her to balance her. He licked her nipple, worshipping each one in turn. Her hands ran up his neck, and he was gratified by the deep sigh that came from her chest as she held him there.
His cock jerked as though trying to remind him it was still there and it needed attention, too.
It wasn’t getting any attention yet. Why hadn’t Noah realized the sex was going to happen in the shower?
He winced and pulled away, the last thing he wanted to do. He loved it when there was no space between them, adored how she seemed to fit perfectly against his body. “Baby, I have to dry off and run into the bedroom.”
From now on he would keep condoms everywhere. In his wallet. In his pocket. He would stash them all over his apartment and hers. Anywhere he might get the urge to have her. Also in his car—and maybe around the city.
The silly thought made him smile, made him feel way younger than he had in years. He suddenly wasn’t an old guy chasing his second dream, slowed down by bad knees and potential nasty futures. He was a kid who was whacked-out crazy about a girl.
“I love it when you smile like that.” Her hands came up, thumb drawing over his lips as if tracing the expression and committing it to memory. “It’s like that smile is just for me.”
He could give her that. “It is.”
She gave him back a smile that could light up the world. At least his world. “Then let me make you even happier. There’s a condom right outside the shower. It’s sitting on the towel warmer. Can you believe there’s a towel warmer? I think we should stay here. What’s he going to do? Throw us out? When Lawless is here, we’ll hide in the closets and no one will find us. We’ll be squatters.”
Oh, she was perfect for him. He liked them weird and well prepared. “We could be the monster in the closet to all those kids. The elder Lawless siblings breed like rabbits. Billionaire rabbits. I think we’ll have to enjoy this while we can.”
He could barely get the last word out because her hand trailed down his chest and lower, finally reaching his desperate cock and stroking him. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head and he had to take a deep breath to get control of himself.
She looked down between them, biting that plump bottom lip as she took him firmly in hand and started to explore. He wanted to beg her to stop, but he couldn’t. She looked far too fascinated as she studied him and stroked him.
Pure torture of the absolute best kind. She stroked him over and over, brushing her thumb over his cockhead when she reached the top. He groaned and tried to think about football plays and then legal briefs. Anything, anything to hold off the inevitable.
“Baby, you have to stop.”
“I want to watch.”
Oh, those words of hers didn’t help the situation at all. She wanted to stroke him to finish so she could watch him come? So she could coat her hand in it and watch as he pulsed out every ounce he had to give her? Yeah, dirty Isla definitely did it for him.
But that wasn’t happening now. He reached down and stopped her. “I want inside you. Unless you’ve decided you don’t want that.”
“I want everything you have,” she said with such sweet openness. “David, I haven’t done this often. You say you’re going to be demanding. I think I might be a handful because we haven’t even finished the act and I’m already thinking of all the things we can do in bed.”
He was only thinking of one thing. How freaking hard he was and how he could make this last. One thing he was sure of was he knew what he needed right then. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to die.
He reached out of their warm space and sure enough there was the solution to all his problems. He grabbed the condom his amazing, gorgeous, thoughtful lover had left for him. He ripped that sucker open and rolled i
t over his cock.
There was zero need to wait. He’d done everything he could to please her, to make sure she wanted this, too. Now he could let his inner caveman fly because she’d said yes. She’d opened herself to him and he wasn’t about to say no.
He crowded her, getting into her space. Without another word, he lifted her up, pinned her to the shower wall, and had his cock right where he wanted it. He could feel the heat of her pussy as he started to push inside her.
Her legs wound around his waist and she gasped. “Oh god. David, please.”
He pressed up inside her, her slick pussy accepting him despite the fact that she was exquisitely tight. Tight and hot. So sweet as she held him like she would never let him go.
He captured her mouth with his, his tongue thrusting inside in time to the hard press of his cock. He gave over, letting his body move in time with hers, shifting her until he found the perfect position, until he could grind against her clitoris with every thrust, until her nails found the flesh of his back and she screamed out his name.
Then it was his time. He pounded into her, holding her tight and finally letting himself fly over the edge. It had been a long time since he’d had a woman who made him feel good. Good about the sex. Good about how close they were. Good about himself.
His whole body felt electric as he carried them both under the warm jets. He kissed her, not wanting to stop for a minute, loving this soft moment every bit as much as the one before it.
She was his for now and he was going to revel in every moment.
NINE
Isla rolled over and sighed as she felt something warm and muscular against her. Her head found his chest and she wrapped herself around him like he was her body pillow. His arm wound around her, holding her close.
