Remembrance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 4)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  “Luke, not only is she ready to be revealed, she is ripe for some hot, screaming, toe curling, sex.” Janie took her time with each word, looking into his eyes the whole time.

  “Perfect,” he murmured, then he stood back from her, and ripped off his sweater. “Take off your shirt, Janie,” he demanded.

  She nearly climaxed right there at his words. Then she gulped at the fact that he was stripping in front of her.

  Luke had just taken off his shirt that had been under his sweater, and his naked chest was truly a sight to behold. She swallowed again while looking at him. He was beautiful. The classic man’s body; broad in the shoulders, lean waist, defined muscles, and a sprinkling of black hair. Luke had always been a soccer player, but David Beckham had nothing on him. The last time she’d seen Luke’s naked chest was at Jones Beach several years earlier, when a few of them had spent the day there. Her eyes skated over the tattoo on his pec; a melding of the American and Spanish flags. Knowing she was going to be able to touch him soon caused her fingers to itch.

  Apparently she didn’t respond fast enough to his demand.

  “Unless you’d like me to tear it from your body?” He didn’t wait, just walked toward her, put his hands on the bottom of her shirt and whipped it up over her head. She gasped at his movement, now revealing her in a pale green bra, typical in its construction for a woman of her size with wide straps and no lace to be seen anywhere. He moved fast, looking at her breasts and before she could even react, his hands were in her hair and his mouth was devouring hers, biting at her lips and licking

  Holy. Shit.

  Her mouth eagerly accepted his while his chest smashed to hers and the friction caused her to moan into his mouth. If she thought the other kisses they shared were amazing, this one blew them all out of the water. This kiss said he wasn’t holding back anymore.

  He pulled at her hair, moving her head and completely dominated all of her senses. Without allowing her time to breathe, he bit down lightly on her lip, then plundered some more, his tongue tasting her mouth, biting and sucking. His actions became more aggressive, his pace quickened while his hands continued stroking through her hair, along her cheek, cupping her jaw. She couldn’t seem to follow what he’d do next because of how overwhelmed she felt at the touch and taste of him.

  And it felt like electricity mixed with a potent elixir that slowed her blood. She felt drugged.

  He pulled his mouth away slightly, his eyes on fire. “Which surface would you like to be fucked against, dulzura?”

  She ran her hands up his arms and wound them around his neck. “I don’t know. Isn’t my new man going to take issue with me being fucked against the nearest surface by you?”

  His mouth quirked up. “The only issue he has is how long he’s going to have to wait.”

  Her heart was soaring and she smiled brightly, tears swimming in her eyes. “I hope he’s not going to wait too long. His queen of hearts is past the point of ready. In fact, she’s been ready for a really long time.”

  She watched him, her eyes now showing her heart, her soul, her vulnerability. He looked tenderly at her, letting the fingers of one of his hands skim reverently down her side, stroking the side of her breast.

  She closed her eyes at the sensation of his hand’s movement.

  “Your new man is sorry it’s taken him so fucking long to get his act together,” he whispered and she opened her eyes again to meet his. “But he’s past the point of ready now too. And he doesn’t want to wait. Not one more second.”

  “Then don’t.” She sifted her fingers through his hair. “But you’re awfully far away up there,” she teased quietly about his height. She was getting a crick in her neck. “I may need you to change our positions,” she murmured up at him, licking her lips while staring at his mouth. Her mind was going a mile a minute.

  “We can fix that.” He moved his hand from her hair, encircled her waist then picked her up to plop her onto the counter, as if she weighed nothing. Janie squealed in protest, but he got her up there so quickly, there was no time to react. Now only an inch or two above her eye level, he stepped forward and nestled himself right between her legs. His hands ran along her outer thighs, pulling her even more tightly against him.

  “It looks like you’ve chosen your surface. The kitchen island it is, then.” He smiled, then plucked at her lips, first softly while their bodies pressed into each other. The feel of his chest hair on her made her sigh into his mouth. His hands moved up her thighs, then around her ass, then encircled her back.

  He groaned just as she pulled at his hair, their mouths attacking each other.

  In between kisses, she said, “So, just so I’m clear, maybe you should tell me the name of this man.” She moaned as his lips skittered to her jaw, down to her neck.

  His fingers moved up into her curls to hold her head still. He nipped at her collar bone, then soothed the place by sucking lightly there.

  “Lucas,” he whispered. “Matthew.” He nibbled again. “Daniels.” He leaned back and skimmed his hands over the tops of her breasts. His eyes finally met hers, now shining with emotion. “And the name of my queen?”

  She rubbed her nose into his. “Jane Heidi Callahan,” she whispered.

  Their eyes met one last time, acknowledging the admission they’d just made to each other. He cupped her face, rubbing his nose into hers as well and kissed her softly.

  She didn’t even have to try for the sultry look. She was so turned on at that moment that she was sure her eyes were shooting sparks at him. While maintaining eye contact, he nipped at her lip, his eyes hotly staring into hers. She jumped and laughed nervously…and felt the zing right between her legs.

  He began to smile, but before it could turn into a full blown laugh, she went at him. Slowly. Taking her sweet time, she sucked his smiling lips into her mouth, first his top one, then the bottom.

  She began to turn up the heat when she pulled his hair. He grunted a response and began tangling his tongue with hers, the kiss becoming more like an attack on the senses. She never wanted this to end. She quite simply could kiss Luke Daniels forever, and it showed in her exuberance. She lifted her legs slightly to clasp them around his hips, rubbing her inner thighs along his legs. The friction made them both groan and he wound her legs around his waist even tighter.

  They enjoyed the next minute by sliding their lips over each other’s, taking nips in between, plucking, and biting. By this point, she was inhaling the man just as much as he was her. He made an ‘mmm’ sound just as she rubbed her bra clad nipples into his chest muscles. One hand moved from her thigh and gripped her hair while the other encircled her waist, pulling her even closer to him. A second later, he tugged her head back, in essence ending the kiss.

  Their chests expanded and contracted with the air they pulled into their lungs from their excited breaths. He looked down into her eyes, their faces a mere whisper from each other.

  “My queen is one helluva kisser,” he said somewhat dryly. “And I don’t want to know how you became so good at it.”

  Her face glowed at the compliment. “Yeah? You think I’m a good kisser? Little ole me?”

  He cleared his throat and ran his tongue over his teeth, then nodded.

  “And I promise I’m only thinking of you while we’re doing it,” she smiled saucily. His reaction was to grip her hair tighter.

  “You better be.”

  “You’re a pretty good kisser, too,” she breathed out on a sexy breath.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Pretty good? That’s it?”

  She nodded slowly as much as she could with his hand holding her head still with it gripped in her hair. He did like to pull her hair.

  “Huh. Pretty good,” he repeated, thinking, humor in his expression. “What do I have to do differently to make me better than pretty good?” He looked like he couldn’t wait for the answer.

  “Well,” Janie began, “when a woman is kissed by a man of your experience, I imagine the kiss would be eve
n better if said man was naked.”

  His facial expression morphed into one of absolute and complete lust before he could stop himself. Then he nodded casually, acknowledging her comment and acting as if he was thinking about it.

  She licked her lips, watching him. Before she could wonder what his next move would be, he released her hair and moved away from her a bit, disengaging them. She immediately missed his body heat and was about to question him when he reached around her back, his fingers now on the clasp of her bra. Quietly, he said, “I think I’m ready for that eyeful, Janie.”

  She chuckled, nervous and so excited. “I said the man should be naked,” she teased.

  “I’m already topless,” he grinned. “Now it’s your turn. I think that will make my kissing so much better.”

  She smiled and stopped him briefly to say, “Promise me that someday you’ll find a designer out there who makes pretty bras for women like me.”

  He looked a little surprised then threw his head back and laughed. While still chuckling, he said, “You have my word I’ll start looking into that first thing in the morning. Lingerie for curvy, gorgeous women who have breasts made by the fuckin’ hands of Aphrodite. You can be the lingerie model.”

  She smiled then bit her lip. His hands skimmed over the back of her ribcage…

  This is Luke. He wants to see me. I’m really doing this.

  …where he released the clasp on her bra.

  Her bra loosened and he carried it down her arms to pull it off, her long necklace still on. The cold of the metal caused her nipples to tighten even more than they’d already been. His eyes drifted to her breasts and she watched him swallow. His lips formed words, but she couldn’t make out what he’d said.

  “What?” she asked, wondering what he was thinking. She was dying here. She warmed under his gaze.

  He said quietly, “They’re so fucking perfect. Soft and round and feminine. Just like I knew they would be.” He paused then turned predatory. “And I’m fairly certain we didn’t specify that our continued kiss needed to be on the lips, am I right?”

  He didn’t wait for a response but moved forward quickly causing her breath to catch as his hands came to her ribcage. Her nipples tightened more knowing he was watching her. The coolness of the long chain necklace skimmed down her center causing her nipples to tingle to the point of pain. His thumbs stroked the underside of her breasts then took the end of the long necklace and looped it under both breasts. The thick chain made them press together and his warm teasing hands lingered along the sides.

  “Lean back on your elbows.”

  Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. She did as he asked.

  His body shifted closer, nestling once again between her legs which were still dangling off of the counter. He put his face between her breasts and gave her a hot open mouthed kiss over her heart.

  A garbled sound escaped her and she closed her eyes, her head feeling heavy as if she couldn’t hold it up any longer.

  “You’re so soft.” He nuzzled and inhaled then kissed the same spot again. By this point, her nipples were pulled so taut, she’d thought she’d die from the needy burning sensation. She needed him to relieve the pressure. She needed him to kiss her there. She needed it.

  “I love that you don’t wear perfume,” he spoke over her heart, his thumbs still stroking the curve of her breasts just where they met at her ribs under the necklace. She never wore perfume. She didn’t like other scents to compete with the aroma of her cooking. “I can smell you. That quintessential Janie smell. So sweet,” he murmured. “Strawberries and vanilla.” His lips rested over her heart.

  “Luke,” she whispered. She was ready to beg if necessary.

  “You need me to touch you,” he stated. His mouth moved slightly to the right to kiss around her areola and the globe of her breast, but avoided the tightened bud. “Lie back all the way on the counter for me, dulzura.”

  She knew ‘dulce’ meant sweet, but didn’t know ‘dulzura’. She fell back and when the coolness of the counter hit her, she hissed. Her skin warmed almost immediately due to the heat kicking off of it. “What are you calling me?” she nearly whimpered.

  He leaned farther down onto her and his own skin lightly abraded her nipples. She moaned. “Sweetness. You’re my sweetness,” he whispered.

  She said his name again. This time she did beg.

  “What do you want?” Luke said while speaking into her skin, taking nibbles along the way.

  “I need you to kiss me, Luke,” she gasped out.

  “Where, baby?”

  “My nipples. Please,” she begged.

  “Like this?” He moved his lips over to her nipple, hovering there. Then he brushed his lips over the distended skin and she felt an electric current rip through her. She groaned loudly.

  “More, Luke,” she gasped. “I need more.”

  He opened around her and sucked her into his mouth, applying pressure with his tongue.

  She sobbed out another groan.

  He suckled her for another moment, then moved his hand up to plump her more fully into his mouth. He released her only to nuzzle her again. “So sweet. You taste so fucking sweet, Janie. So soft. I’m never going to get enough of you.”

  She arched into him and pushed her fingers into his hair, holding him to her chest. “Please don’t stop touching me. I’m begging you,” she said breathily.

  “Never stopping,” he responded back. His fingers took hold of her nipples and lightly toyed with them while his lips moved up her body so he could kiss her mouth. She feasted on him in return, so turned on she felt moments from exploding.

  She was making out with Luke. She couldn’t believe it.

  “I saw you in that bar tonight and nearly lost it,” he said in between kisses. “Seeing you there with him when you were supposed to be with me. You were supposed to be with me.” He continued flicking his thumbs over her nipples, then nipped at her bottom lip. “And then you wore these jeans.”

  She chuckled, her body on fire. “Some guy once told me I’d look good in skinny jeans. Was he right?” she asked in a breathy voice.

  “You’ve always had great legs,” he answered. “And the perfect hourglass shape,” he said kissing all over her face. He was right. She’d been curvy her whole life, but had a distinct shape. It may have had extra padding around, but proportionally she’d always had a smaller waist and shapely legs. His voice interrupted her thoughts. “You owe me for bailing on me, for putting me through that tonight.”

  Her fingers dug through his hair and pulled it a little. “What would you like as an apology?” she asked giving him a sexy look as she kissed his chin.

  His smile was confident, arrogant. It said she was in trouble. And she couldn’t be happier. He plucked her nipples with his fingers and said, “Something sweet.”

  She moaned. His fingers were working some sweet magic and she rubbed her inner thighs along his legs, wrapping her still booted feet around him to pull him closer.

  “Can you be more specific?” she finally asked with humor.

  He kissed her neck while still touching her breasts. “I’m going to go down on you, Janie. I’m going to devour you.”

  He brought his lips back to hers, brushing them softly with his mouth. He stayed there, looking down into her eyes. A moment passed between them with their eyes holding an entire conversation and words never passing their lips.

  This is gonna happen. Holy friggin’ shit, this was really gonna happen.

  With a sexy tilt to his lips, he helped her take her necklace off, then he leaned back and unsnapped her jeans. He looked down at her eyes with hunger and a bit of humor. “You should see your face.”

  She laughed nervously. “Why?”

  “You look like you’re about to eat me up.” His eyes flashed with lust while saying the words.

  “I can’t help it. Your body is gorgeous. Do you work out like two hours a day, or something?” she asked somewhat incredulously.

  He chuckled. “I ca
n’t wait to get between your legs, mi dulce Janie.” With the way he talked to her, she was afraid she’d orgasm before he even got to the good stuff. He stepped back, then he took one of her boots, and resting it on his thigh, unlaced her shoe. Once he was done, he tossed it to the floor with a thud. A sexy smile played all around his lips as he peeled her sock off and ran his finger over the arch of her foot. She jumped letting out a breathy gasp, then gave him a playful but determined look. He grabbed her foot to stop her from kicking.

  “Don’t you tickle me, Luke.”

  He looked at her as if to say, and what if I do?

  “I’m serious,” she warned, even though the thought of another foot rub by him caused her sex to clench.

  “We should probably talk about what I’m like in the bedroom.” He grabbed her other foot and unlaced the next boot.

  “I don’t think you need to tell me. I think I have a pretty good idea.”

  “Yeah?” He smirked and sounded interested in what she was going to say. Then he dropped the next boot to the floor and reached for her sock. “What do you think I’m like?” He took off the sock leaving her foot flat on his thigh.

  She wiggled her toes into his leg muscle. “I think you like to call the shots,” she said, licking her lips, “Mr. Bossy Dominating Fifty Shades.”

  He chuckled at her quip. “I do like calling the shots, dulzura. You won’t have a problem with that,” he declared confidently. “You’ll fight me, and that will add to the fun. But either way, you’ll be a very satisfied woman, I assure you. I’m seriously looking forward to figuring out all of those things you want me to do to your body.”

  She squeaked out a breathy sound. What he’d said was arousing, comforting. Promising, as if he was speaking of their future. A bout of flutters hit her and goose bumps appeared on her skin.

  He moved her foot and put his hands on the buckle of her jeans. Slowly he unzipped the pants then placed his hands at the top of the waistband. “How many months have you been tormenting me, do you think?” he said off-handedly. “Pick your ass up, dulzura.” His murmured demand was coupled with him shimmying her jeans past her butt.