by CA Quigg
My breath escaped in a rush, and my heart beat so loud and fast, I was sure he could hear it.
His dirty words gave me a dizzying head rush. No one had ever spoken to me like that before. I liked it. A lot.
I wanted him now and didn't want to wait any longer. Without breaking our kiss, we stumbled into the sitting room and onto the sofa.
Breathlessly, we tore at each other's clothes, and with shaking fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt. Beneath the material was a body made for sin.
Standing back, I took a second to appreciate him. A light dusting of hair covered his chest and defined abs, and a thin trail ran beneath the waistband of his jeans were his erection strained against the material. My mouth watered. Getting down on my knees right now and taking him in my mouth seemed like the best idea in the world. I wanted to taste, lick, and bite every inch of him.
This was what being with someone should feel like. This was what being wanted and desired should feel like.
He pulled away from me, and keeping his gaze locked on mine, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and slid them down my legs.
"You're going to spread your legs wide, and I'm going to tongue you until you come."
I was too stupefied to talk, so I groaned my response. He kissed his way up my thighs, sliding his hands all over my skin as he went.
"Take your top off, Sweetheart, let me see all of you." The dark lust in his words killed any lingering reservations I had.
I practically ripped off my top and revealed the red lacey bra I'd put on just in case he did decide he wanted to finish what we'd started in the car earlier.
"So this is what you hide beneath your good-girl clothes." He dragged his lips over the swell of my breasts. "You remembered I liked red lingerie."
A deep moan fell from my lips. My eyelids drooped, and my lips parted, and I felt his touch in every part of my body. I was already on the edge. He would only have to touch me once to send me over. Reaching around my back, he unhooked my bra and freed my swollen breasts.
"Look at you, fucking perfect." He gave a strangled groan and blew gently on my nipples until they hardened into points.
The persistent ache between my thighs verged on painful and demanded release. Naked in my sitting room with a man I hardly knew was so out of character for me and was something I wished I'd done more of.
"Tell me what you want?" he asked, his voice raspy.
"I want you. All of you. Now."
Standing up, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, and a second later, they hit the floor. His cock sprang free.
God. He was magnificent. Huge. Thick. Smooth. In a word-perfection. For the next three years, he was mine, and from now on, I intended to take full advantage.
He stalked toward me, knelt, and parted my legs, opening me up to his heated gaze. His hands curved around the top of my thighs and settled there. I should have been embarrassed. I should have wanted to hide from him, but I wasn't embarrassed, and I didn't want to hide.
I wanted him to see how aroused I was and the effect his body had on mine. Looking up, he gave me a wicked grin then he pressed kisses down over my stomach and over the top of each thigh. When he reached the apex of my thighs, he brushed his lips over my damp curls.
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes," I sighed. If I grabbed his head and pushed him down, would I seem desperate? Fuck it! I was past caring. I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing a handful and urged him lower, practically forcing his face between my legs.
"Dirty girl." He growled, gripped my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the sofa.
Using the flat of his tongue, he took a long slow swipe before using the tip to tease and torture my clit. His licks alternated between gentle and tender and fast and hard, and when he fixed his mouth around me, my chest shuddered, and my thighs quivered.
I felt the rise of my orgasm, but I didn't want to crest just yet. I needed to savor the sensations before they engulfed me. He fastened his mouth over me, torturing me, bringing me to the brink but thankfully not allowing me to fall.
I tunneled my fingers through his hair, urging him to give me more. To give me what I'd never experienced with a man in my life. No one had ever made me feel like this. So sexy. So desired. So beautiful.
He spread my folds wide and continued to torture my taut bundle of nerves, his mouth almost punishing.
My hips circled and writhed, and when he eased his middle finger inside of me, my breath whooshed out at the unexpected intrusion.
"Oh, God," I cried out. "There. Right there."
He began to suck my clit harder, and my head dropped back against the pillows.
"Let me feel you come on my fingers."
The sensations throbbing inside me expanded until they consumed me. He introduced a second finger to my pussy and thrust hard, hitting off my G-spot. My entire body pulsed and shook against his hand, and I pressed down, digging my heels into his lower back.
Glancing down, I saw his dark eyes focused on my face. There was a predatory gleam there, one I hadn't seen before.
His tongue and fingers went into overdrive, and that was all I needed to fall apart.
My vision blurred, my hips bucked and twisted and my heart slammed against my ribcage.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't speak.
The higher I soared the thinner the air became, and I sucked in deep, gulping breaths.
When the waves of my climax subsided, Caden licked and kissed his way up to my mouth. On the way, the wet tip of his erection brushed off my clit and set off a fluttering round of spasms.
"I don't think I'll ever tire of listening to you come," he whispered against my lips. "It's enough to drive a man insane."
Heat flushed my skin. I'd been loud. Louder than I'd ever been. But I couldn't help screaming. He'd freed a part of me I'd imprisoned. A part of me I never wanted to lock up again.
Without shame or embarrassment at how my body had reacted, I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and gave a gentle tug. My tangy essence coated his lips, and the taste was something decadent, erotic, almost taboo.
I ran my fingers up and down the bunched muscles covering his back. He needed his release as much as I had.
My eyelids fell to half-mast, and I said, "I want you." My words were so heavy with lust, I almost didn't recognize myself. I wanted him inside me. Wanted to feel what I did to him. Wanted to feel my pussy walls wrap around his hard, pulsing cock.
"You can have me anytime you want."
He rummaged around his discarded jeans and produced a condom from the back pocket. He ripped the foil open and rolled the latex down his jutting erection.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing and pinned me against the wall, ramming his hips against mine. He gripped my ass, and I wrapped my legs around him, locking him in place.
"I think it's time I fucked you," he rasped.
"I agree."
With one thrust, he slid balls deep into my swollen and slippery pussy. I chanted his name and alternated between sobbing and screaming and begging.
He took control and pounded into me with a rough, unyielding pace. My back arched, and I took everything he had to give and wanted even more. He thrust to the hilt and filled me, taking my breath-my heart.
Faster.
Harder.
Faster.
I locked my heels together at the base of his back, leaving no space between us and no escape. I called out his name and lost my tenuous grip on reality. With no warning, a violent climax took my breath and claimed me. Shudders suffocated me and dragged me under.
Hoarse curses ripped from his throat, and as if my orgasm was his cue to let go, he drove into me like a man possessed and on a deafening groan, he shuddered his release.
After a few heartbeats, he lowered me to the floor, and p
laced a tender, heart-wrenching kiss to my lips, as if he cared for me. As if I meant something more than a green card.
Chapter 14
Caden
Snuggled under the covers, Lizzie slept soundly, and not wanting to wake her, I carefully crept out of bed.
She'd had a tough few days, and I figured she hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep.
Thoughts of pulling the covers down and waking her with my head between her legs crossed my mind.
Last night had been something I hadn't expected. Beneath the sober exterior, she presented to the world, was a woman full of passion. I'd been right, in bed she didn't hide who she was. She let go and allowed herself to enjoy the moment and stopped carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Over the years, I'd fucked a lot of women. Especially after Louise. But last night was different. Elizabeth wasn't a woman I'd picked up in a bar or from a dating app. She was the woman who was going to be my wife. And I didn't know if that scared me or not. I wanted her to be more than a convenient bride, but I didn't want her to be my girlfriend. Maybe we could come to some kind of fuck buddy arrangement. But that wouldn't be fair to either of us, and it especially wouldn't be fair to her.
Too many men in her life had let her down, and I didn't want to be another one. I would talk to her and make sure we were both on the same page. If she wanted to go on as we were, great. If not, then we would keep it professional-no harm, no foul.
There would be no falling in love and no hearts.
I wouldn't risk it. What if I fell in love with her and she decided after a few months she didn't want me anymore. And worse, what if she only pretended to care for me and then threw in in my face that she never loved me at all.
In the long term, a relationship between us could spell disaster. We were both too wounded from the past to have a healthy relationship. Both of us being hurt by people we thought loved us.
She turned over, and the covers shifted revealing her luscious tits. My dick twitched, aching to slide between them. After a night of ceiling-shaking sex, I still wasn't satisfied. I could fuck her all day and night, and I would still want more.
Lizzie Beaufort's body was made for sin, and I counted myself lucky that I got to experience it. If she wanted to, I would take her places she'd never been before.
I strode to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of cold water. A workout in the gym wouldn't have left me as dehydrated as I was now.
I gathered my clothes and threw them on, but before walking out of the apartment, I wrote a note telling Lizzie I would see her later. I drew a smiley face and ignored the urge to draw a heart.
Chapter 15
Elizabeth
"Stop fussing with your hair," Darcy said, buttoning the pearls running down the back of my off-white dress.
When she finished, she stood back and eyed me critically. "I don't understand why you're getting married so fast. A few more weeks wouldn't have hurt. I would've had time to make you a beautiful dress if you'd waited."
I examined my reflection. The empire line cut showed off my curves perfectly and made me look like I belonged in Pride and Prejudice. I'd ditched my glasses in favor of my contacts, and I hoped when Caden saw my hair, he'd like it. I wasn't sure how I felt about being my natural color after so long, but it was time to stop being someone I wasn't.
"The dress you made is fantastic. It's me." My eyes glittered, but I wouldn't cry. Today wasn't a real wedding day. It was a way to save my family's heritage and future.
"It's not bad for a last-minute job, I suppose. Caden will want to rip it off the minute he sees you."
If only. Since last weekend, he hadn't so much as kissed me. I guessed his itch was well and truly scratched.
I wasn't falling for him. I wouldn't allow that, but I had smiled more in the past week than I had all year. He made me laugh and made me feel beautiful. He listened to what I had to say and didn't dismiss any of my ideas.
Cliffside Cottage was ours, and we'd move some of our belongings in. There was now a bed in my room, furniture in the sitting room, and the floors were refinished yesterday. The rest would come in time. I had even set up a room as a factory of sorts for my products.
We'd also poured over plans for the club, and he'd agreed to my changes without too much of an argument. Not even my dad's foul moods got me down.
A starving bear with a sore head would be better behaved than him at the moment. He was pissed because he no longer had control of the club or access to the bank accounts. Too bad. He would get over it in time. I hoped.
I blew out a shaky breath. "I don't know why I'm so nervous," I said and picked up the small bouquet of red roses Darcy insisted I carry.
In fact, it was Darcy who insisted on the dress and insisted that she and Peter be witnesses. She'd made herself a silver ballerina length dress. Glitter infused the tulle skirt, and when the light caught the layers, she looked like a sparkling pixie.
Ever the romantic, she was disappointed there wasn't a bells and whistles church service followed by a bank-breaking reception somewhere fancy. But because of what had happened the last time, I knew Darcy understood my reasons why. Plus, there was nothing real about this marriage. Not that there was anything real about the last one either.
"Ready?" Darcy asked laying her chin on my shoulder.
I smiled and nodded. "As I'll ever be."
"I can't wait until he sees you. He's going to love your new look."
"I hope so."
The town hall was a short walk from Darcy's store, but she'd ordered a car. She didn't want the Badgley Mischka shoes I'd borrowed from her window display getting muddy.
I slid into the black car, complete with ribbons on the hood, and wondered how Caden was feeling. We hadn't seen each other all day yesterday because after spending hours at the hair salon having my hair fixed, my sisters wanted a spa night to commemorate my last night of freedom. I'd made face masks and perfumes, and we'd drank wine and laughed while painting each other's toenails.
Our eldest sister Keeva, who lived in the city didn't make it, but she said she would be there for the reception Sean insisted on throwing.
My dad was at home with a nurse to annoy. He was the reason the wedding was happening in the first place but had said he didn't want to be anywhere near it. The only thing he cared about was not losing the club, and he'd gotten that.
A short time later, the car stopped, and I got out. Sheriff Tom stood outside the town hall with a cup of coffee in his hand. When he saw me get out of the car, he came over, and my heart thudded. Did he know I was about to marry someone for a green card? Was he here to cart me off to prison?
"You're a dark horse," he chided.
"W-what?"
He gestured his finger up and down. "I didn't know you were getting married again."
"Yes, I am," I squeaked. "We fell in love very fast. Why wait? True love. He's Irish."
"You sound nervous."
I laughed on the verge of hysteria. "Nervous, Yes." Terrified of being thrown in a prison cell more like. "Good seeing you, Tom. Stop by Sean's later for a drink. We're having a small party." Why had I said that? Why not invite the entire immigration office over too.
