Seduction in the Sun: Adult Romance Box Set (9 Sizzling Tales with BBW, Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males)

by Hawkeye, Lauren

  Another spoonful. Another swallow.

  “Erotic.”

  Now he’s holding a grape for me. I lean toward him and close my creamy mouth around the small globe. He doesn’t let go so his fingers are in my mouth too. I tuck the grape in my cheek and then slowly pull back, sucking greedily on his fingers as they leave my mouth.

  I bite down and the grape explodes. So good! I take a grape and hold it out to him. His eyes never leave mine as he encloses the grape, fingers and all, inside his mouth.

  So soft. So warm. So wet.

  Slowly, slowly he pulls away. His sunrise eyes are on fire now. “Tessa?” The timbre of his voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it before.

  I stand. I know what he wants, it’s the same thing I want.

  I practically hop across the table to get at him, ripping at my top as I move, needing to feel him, skin to skin. I somehow manage to get my top off and unbutton his in record time. I press as much of myself to his bare chest as I can; lips, hands, my body.

  “Tessa.” My name is a groan. He circles my waist and lifts me up the length of him so I’m on an even level. I slide my hands around his wonderfully muscular shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my aching pussy against his obvious arousal.

  He carries me to the bed and drops me on my back. My legs are still locked around his waist as he looks down at me with this look—I don’t know quite how to describe it—it’s both tender and pained and my automatic response is to use my legs to hold him tight. He supports my ass from below and spreads a hand over my taut tummy, circling and circling, mimicking the movement he’s making with his hips.

  “Tessa,” he says my name again, this time through gritted teeth. “Fuck, I want to take my time, like you showed me, but...”

  Unsnapping my waistband, I pant, “We’ve been taking our time all week. Now is not the time to take our time. Now is the time to fuck.”

  His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he looks down at me. I can see his jaw is working, like he’s grinding his teeth. “I don’t want to fuck, Tess.” His hand circles lower, slipping in between us, to where I’m hottest and he’s hardest. “I want to love you.”

  I wriggle myself closer, hoping he can feel my heat through the material of our clothes. “Then love me, but do it quick.”

  Something happens. Nicolai squeezes his eyes shut at the same time he yanks my legs wider. He groans, long and low. It’s a primal, animalistic sound, like he’s been a caged beast for too many years and finally, finally, someone has set him free.

  I guess it’s me who has set him free. His control is gone. He’s become a wild man, growling and tearing at my clothes. Tugging at my shorts, throwing them on the floor. Yanking on my flimsy panties, ripping them in the process.

  Through it all he’s speaking, half in Greek, half in English. I catch little growly phrases like, “so long, so fucking long” and “I need, I need...”

  Clothes are flying, hands are grappling. “Get the condoms,” I say, completely out of breath. “Where are the fucking condoms?”

  Nicolai uses his chin to point at the nightstand and I semi-roll, semi-scramble across the bed to retrieve them. Just as I grab them, Nicolai yanks on my ankle, pulling me back to him. He’s shed his clothes and is standing there at the foot of the bed, completely naked. The sun shines in the window behind him, casting a halo around him. He’s a god, a shining, golden god with the fierce eyes of a lion and an erection that sends a wave of warmth to my already swollen clit.

  When did this happen? When did he become this incredible man who has such a tight hold on me? He has hold of my heart and my soul and also...my body. His grip is fierce as he forces my knees apart while he crawls up between them, kissing hungrily one knee and then the next, moving up my thighs, leaving evidence of his hunger in the form of suction marks and bites. “You taste so good,” he growls.

  I cry out when he sucks the tender skin, high on my upper thigh with a ferociousness I’ve never seen in him before.

  His head rises. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” I thread my hands through his thick mane of hair and push him back down to my open legs. “No. It’s good. So good.”

  He rumbles his contentment and moves higher, kissing me higher and higher, until his mouth reaches the juncture of thigh and pussy. He bites the taut tendon and my body reacts involuntarily, bucking and writhing beneath him. No one has ever done that to me before and it’s excruciatingly lovely.

  He kisses and licks and nibbles my swollen labia as if he’s been devouring pussy for years. I twist my hands in his hair, trying to guide him to my aching clit, but he continues to taunt me with his hungry tongue and teeth, sucking on me, nipping me, tasting me. Oh God, he’s consuming me until I can’t breathe, I can’t think. I’m moaning incoherently, reveling in his ferociousness. But still I want more. I need more. I need his lips on my clit. I need his teeth on my clit. I need his warm mouth on my clit.

  “Please,” I beg. “Please, please, please...”

  I try to guide him but he’s too stubborn, too strong. Round and round his mouth circles me, sweeping inside my cunt for a mere second, just enough to tease, before he moves again. Everywhere, he consumes every part of me but that place which is most needy.

  He pulls away, propping himself up between my legs. No amount of tugging can persuade him to go back down.

  He pushes my legs wider and looks at me. “So pretty,” he whispers hoarsely. Then his fingers slide inside me. “So wet.”

  “So ready,” I moan.

  “Not yet.” He thrusts his finger inside me again. One finger. Two. Three.

  I try to lift my hips to meet him but his other hand is holding me down. He pulls his fingers from my wet flesh and strokes the sensitive skin between my cunt and anus, pressing and petting with strong, damp caresses. Then he doesn’t something I’m not prepared for. He slips a finger inside the tight opening of my ass.

  I gasp and cry out.

  “You like that.” It’s a statement, not a question. He thrusts harder and drops his mouth again to my pussy, plunging his tongue inside while his finger is still in my ass.

  I can’t stand it. I’m bucking against his firm grip. Still he hasn’t touched my clit.

  One little nudge with his tongue. One little suck and I’ll be in heaven, swimming in the golden sunrise, sliding down the rays of sunshine.

  But the bastard refuses.

  “Nicolai, suck my clit.” I press upwards with all my strength.

  His response is to insert two fingers in my ass.

  Holy fuck! I want to cry in utter frustrated pleasure. It’s so, so good. He is so, so good. Oh God, he’s pulled out of my ass and has inserted both thumbs into my pussy, spreading me wide, dipping into my fevered depths.

  He looks up between my thighs and says, “Give me a condom.”

  With shaking hands, I open the box beside me and rip a package from the chain of condoms. I tear it open and hand the disk to him. While he rolls the ribbed condom over his length, I snake my hand down between my legs and rub my ignored clit. I’m so sensitive I quickly bring myself to the brink, but Nicolai pulls my hand away.

  “Me,” he growls and lowers himself again between my legs.

  His thumbs find their home inside of me, twisting and thrusting while his tongue, finally, finally makes a brief pass over my clit.

  “Again,” I demand.

  He shakes his head and delves deeper inside me with thumbs and then blows a burst of cool air against the engorged tip of me.

  I cry out. “Nicolai!”

  “If I kiss you,” he says hoarsely. “You’re going to shatter.”

  “Yes. Please!”

  “Not until I’m inside of you.”

  Propping myself on my elbows, I say, “Then get the fuck inside of me!”

  I think he means to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. He gives his head a shake and moves up onto his knees. With one hand he palms my cunt, with the other he grasps his
steely erection.

  Then he does something that is more exquisite than his tongue on my clit. He taps my little clit ring with the head of his cock. Two times, three times, four. Then he rubs, my little erection against his big one, back and forth, back and forth.

  “Fuck, Nic. How do you have so much control?” I gasp.

  “I don’t.”

  “Yes you do. Now lose it!”

  He squeezes his eyes shut for a second and his face contorts with pain. Does he realize he’s got himself aimed at my entrance? Does he have any idea how close he is to finally losing his virginity?

  “Nico?”

  He grunts.

  “Fuck me.”

  “No.”

  I lick my lips. “Love me.”

  He nods and with his eyes still closed and his lips pressed together in concentration, he thrusts.

  Chapter Twenty-Five- Nicolai

  Oh God, does he thrust. All the way. His cock is fully embedded as he holds my hips flush against his.

  Instinct takes over and he pulses inside of me. Then he cries out and thrusts again.

  Holy hell. If I thought he was wild before, I was wrong. He’s wild now. His thrusts are so hard and so strong I have to hold on for dear life and with each thrust he cries this guttural, savage cry of a man possessed and unleashed.

  Collapsing on top of me, he takes my hands and raises them above my head, ravishing my throat and jaw while his hips continue to plunge with abandon. His weight presses me firmly into the mattress holding me so that my body can take each raging onslaught. Finally his lips find mine so that our mouths can meld together—oh heaven!—mirroring our sex.

  The angle of his thrusts is perfect, each movement crushing my clit, nudging my ring until I can’t bear the pleasure. I wrap my legs around his waist, making the angle even more pleasurable and Nicolai pushes himself up to his knees again.

  “Tess,” he groans, grasping my hips and positioning me at the perfect angle for him. “I need to do it like this.”

  “Yes, yes.”

  I’ve never seen anything nor experienced anything like it. He holds my hips while his cock pummels my pussy. Again and again and again. Every beautiful muscle in his body is taut, his skin is slick with sweat. His eyes are closed and with each rampant thrust he tosses his head one way and then the other. When one thumb closes in on my clit, that’s it. I scream my release. My body convulses and my eyes roll back to where stars are bursting inside my brain.

  The sound of my pleasure must set him off because Nicolai thrusts once more before holding me flush, pumping his cock inside me as his seed fills the condom. We stay in that position for a few seconds, him on his knees, our bodies locked together, my legs wrapped around him, both of us breathing raggedly. I assume he’s doing the same thing I am, reveling in the aftershock of an earthshattering orgasm.

  Slowly, slowly he withdraws. My hand moves automatically to my ravaged pussy where I hold myself, feeling the last few pulses of my orgasm against my fingertips. I have an urge to close my eyes and let the endorphins take me away, but I keep them open to watch Nicolai.

  He removes the condom and walks slowly to the bathroom. I hear the water in the sink and a few minutes later he returns. I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s flushed and beautiful and he’s wearing the most delightful look of satisfied, sexual male.

  I don’t even realize my hand is still between my legs until Nicolai lies down beside me, takes my hand away and kisses each one of my fingers.

  “Amazing,” he whispers. “You’re amazing.”

  “So are you,” I say and stretch up to kiss him softly on his swollen lips.

  He lifts me so that his arm is around me and I’m lying on his shoulder. His other hand is beneath his head and he’s staring at the ceiling with a satisfied smirk on his face. “You lied,” he says

  “About what?”

  “You said penetration didn’t matter.” Turning his head, he meets my eyes. “It matters.”

  I smile and return my focus to his beautiful chest, delicately tracing the valleys and ridges created by bones and muscles. “I couldn’t very well tell you the truth, now could I?”

  He grunts. A few seconds later he whispers, “Thank you.”

  The note of gratitude in his voice tightens the cords in my throat making it difficult to swallow. The next thing I know, my eyes start tearing up. That’s what amazing sex does to me, throws my emotions into a crazy tailspin. But rarely have I felt this emotional. Why is that?

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

  “I don’t know. I just feel so, so...I don’t know.” I look at Nicolai and there is this strange tightening in my chest accompanied by a warmth that spreads through my entire body.

  The last time I felt this way was, when? Gosh, it’s been so long, I can’t remember.

  With Chase, maybe?

  Oh God.

  No.

  No, it can’t be.

  “I’m crazy about you, Tessa.”

  “Mmm.”

  He grasps my chin and tilts my face so he can look into my eyes, “I love you. It’s not infatuation. It’s not lust. It’s love and it’s real, whether you love me back or not.”

  My lip quivers. The words are on the tip of my tongue. But I can’t say them because if I do, he’ll know I’m talking about the same kind of love he’s talking about, the kind that yearns for commitment. The kind that is impossible.

  His brows furrow as he studies me. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it back.”

  I nod and sniff.

  Once I have my quivering lips under control, I say, “I hope you will go out and love some more.”

  “I hope you will too.”

  I shift my head on his shoulder and we lay there in silence for a few minutes.

  “What happened to you Tessa?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Why are you afraid of commitment?”

  His question takes me completely by surprise. “Nothing happened. I’m simply in tune with who I am.”

  “I think that’s bullshit. You’ve been in committed relationships before. You were married once.”

  “Yes. And, it didn’t work.” The last thing I want to do is talk about my ex-husband, Chase. But I need to explain so that Nicolai will understand once and for all. “I was young when I got married. It was before I really knew who I was—”

  “So you’re assuming I don’t know who I am because I’m young? Is that it?”

  “No. You have your convictions. I have mine. You want one kind of relationship. I want another. I’ve been in this situation before—”

  “This situation? What situation?”

  “You know, where there are strong feelings on either side and—”

  “Strong feelings on either side?” He pulls his arm out from beneath me and props himself up beside me so he can look down at me. “Do you have strong feelings for me?”

  “Yes, I do. But you’re not listening to me. I—”

  “Tessa? Do you love me?”

  “Ye-no...listen, I’m not talking about my feelings. I’m talking about my nature. I don’t—”

  “You do love me.” He bites his lip. “I knew it. I knew you felt the same.”

  “Nicolai!” I press a finger to his lips. “You’ve got to let me finish. I can’t do it. I don’t do commitment.”

  He’s got this goofy smile that tells me he doesn’t care what I say, he only cares about the fact that I basically admitted to loving him.

  “Are you listening to me?”

  “I heard you.”

  “No, you didn’t. Commitment and Tessa do not go together.”

  “Why? What happened, Tessa? What happened in your marriage?”

  I sigh. He’s not letting up so I guess it’s time to spill. “I sabotaged it by cheating.”

  He blinks, taking this in. “So, that’s why you won’t let yourself get attached. It’s guilt.”

  I shake my head. “It’s n
ot guilt. It’s who I am. I loved my husband but I felt trapped. Caged. I didn’t cheat because I didn’t love him. I cheated because I was fundamentally unhappy. I was too young to understand who I was and what I wanted out of life.”

  “I don’t think that’s it.”

  “It is. I sabotaged my marriage because I didn’t know what else to do. And, in the end, I hurt the person I cared about most.”

  He averts his eyes and is quiet for a few minutes. I start to think I’ve finally gotten through to him when he whispers, “You still love him.”

  His question makes me catch my breath.

  “Don’t you?”

  Quietly, I say, “Yes. I suppose I always will.”

  “And you’ve never forgiven yourself.”

  “It’s not about forgiveness. It’s about learning from mistakes. That’s why I have my rules. Despite what you might think, my rules work for me. I’m a very happy woman.”

  “If you’re a happy woman, why are you crying.”

  I’m crying?

  I touch my cheeks. Sure enough, they’re covered in tears. Wiping them away, I say, “Maybe I’m crying because loving you is breaking my heart.”

  He shuts his eyes and makes a choking sound at the back of his throat. One hand tightens around my waist while the other reaches to pull my head against his chest.

  The solid, stable pounding of his heart both comforts and grieves me.

  “People change, Tessa,” he says softly.

  “Not me.”

  “But you’ve already changed.”

  I push myself up to look at him. “That’s just wishful thinking.”

  “It’s true.”

  “Okay, how have I changed?”

  “You’re allowing yourself to get attached again. You bought paintings to hang on the wall of my house, so you’d always know where they were.”

  I shake my head. “That’s nothing.”

  “What about the books?”

  “The books?”

  “Last time you left them behind at the guesthouse. This time you packed them. They mean something to you and you kept them.”

  “I didn’t pack the books. You slipped them in my suitcase.” Didn’t he?

  “No I didn’t. You did. I watched you pack, remember? You put them in your bag. I saw you.”