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

by Lynn, Rebecca

  She did, but she was really nervous. Excited, but nervous.

  He was watching her, painstakingly pulling the jeans from her body, keeping his eyes on the V right between her legs where she had on a pale green thong. A very wet green thong, made darker from the evidence of her arousal.

  Her heartbeat jumped. “I like when you speak Spanish to me,” she said dreamily, reaching her hands up to touch his stomach.

  He raised an eyebrow and gave her a breathtaking smile. When her fingers reached his stomach, he closed his eyes. He opened them again and looked like he was in heaven. “That’s good to know. It’s time to sharpen your language skills.” He moved his body to in between her legs, pulling her to him so she could feel his erection. His fingers moved up to lightly rub the sides of her breasts. His eyes caressed her chest. “Vocabulary lesson number one.”

  She felt a current of pleasure zip through her body as the best tutoring session of her life was about to begin.

  Chapter 16

  “Repite, por favor,” he whispered but with authority. “Pechos.”

  “Pechos,” she mimicked.

  “That means ‘breasts’,” he murmured, still watching the movement of his fingers which then moved to her areolas, circling her nipples. “Areola,” he smiled then looked into her eyes. “Same word for English.”

  She blushed and repeated it.

  His fingers continued circling until they brushed over her nipples where he stroked them with his thumbs. She gasped. He licked his lips and said with his gorgeous accent, “Pezones.”

  “Pezones,” she repeated breathily, but her eyes closed. This was the best Spanish lesson ever.

  “Now. Tell me you want my mouth on your nipples. In Spanish,” he said seriously. He continued rubbing them with his thumbs, then lightly pulled on them with his fingers.

  She let out a moan of pleasure and frustration, and covered his hands with hers, feeling his muscles working her into a frenzy. He didn’t stop what he was doing. Just waited. Her brain was trying to remember the verb for ‘want’. Finally it came back into her memory bank.

  “Quiero,” she began.

  She heard a soft chuckle. “What do you want? Figure it out,” he said while turning her into a puddle of mush. He moved one of his hands and replaced his with her own so both of their fingers were teasing her nipples, his hand now covering hers while she pleased herself.

  “Abre los ojos,” he demanded quietly.

  She understood because her eyes flew open and she looked at him. He’d asked her to open her eyes.

  “Quiero,” he prompted. “What is it you want? Finish the sentence.”

  “Quiero tu boca en mi,” she began then stopped, trying to remember the word for nipples. He’d just taught it to her but she was so lost in sensation she couldn’t stay focused.

  He smiled and lightly pinched her, causing her to bite her lip on a groan. “Pezones, Janie. Now start over. The whole sentence. Look me in the eye when you say it.”

  She swallowed trying not to let their joined hands at her breasts distract her. “Quiero tu boca en mis pezones,” she whispered.

  His eyes softened and hardened at the same time. “Oh, Janie. What you do to me when you speak my language. I think you get a gold star,” he said, licking his lips with promise. “Would you like one?”

  “Sì, por favor,” she said with a smile and he let out an appreciative laugh just before leaning down. Pressing his full chest down onto hers, rubbing sensually into her, he let his mouth hover over the nipple he hadn’t yet kissed. With his hand cupping it, he brushed his lips lightly over the tip that was reaching toward him.

  She sighed. She would die a happy woman.

  His lips kissed to the underside of her breast where he sucked the skin lightly then bit down. Her hand moved from her breast to his hair where she threaded her fingers into it, forcing him closer. She could feel his smile against her skin. Then, without further ado, he opened his lips and pulled the nipple into his hot wet mouth, the insides of his cheek slick and soft.

  She let out a whoosh of air and arched her back off the counter. His hand went to her other nipple while he sucked on her, pulling, kissing, and sinking his teeth into her in a gentle, controlled manner.

  Her head thrashed back and forth. She was anything but controlled. Her other hand went into his hair as well.

  “Luke,” she groaned. “Please,” she said incoherently. Was she dreaming? Was she finally going to have sex with this man whom she’d loved for ages? Reality slammed into her and all of the sudden her nerves got the best of her. What did this mean to him?

  He moved down and kissed her belly button, moving his hands from her breasts and bracketing her body with his forearms, his fingers creating circles on her ribcage. Her stomach muscle twitched under his mouth.

  “Do you want to talk at all?” she asked, suddenly terrified.

  His gaze took a lazy stroll around her breasts. “What would you like to talk about?”

  “I don’t know,” she said breathily and closed her eyes. Then she opened them and stared at the ceiling. “Do we need to talk about anything?” She felt like she might pass out with want, excitement, and terror.

  He smiled wickedly, looking up at her. “Do you want me to stop what I’m doing?”

  “No!” she looked down at him. “I’m just,” her voice stopped.

  He slowly licked to her right flank then pressed his lips there. “Are you nervous, Janie?”

  She swore her heart was beating so hard he could hear it. “A little. But I definitely don’t want to stop,” she said quietly, touching his hair and stroking it.

  “Good,” he murmured against her skin, taking his lips to her other side over her ribs and kissing there. “Because I won’t be stopping,” he said into her skin, moving to the underside of her breast where he sucked her skin lightly into his mouth then nibbled.

  Her breathing accelerated and she let out a gasp.

  “Tell me why you’re nervous,” he said, his lips now resting on her heartbeat.

  She swallowed. “Because…it’s you.”

  “And why does that make you nervous?” He looked up into her eyes.

  “Because,” she began.

  “It’s okay, baby. Just talk to me.”

  She took a deep breath and put both of her hands around his face. “Because I’ve wanted you for a long time, Luke. And I have no idea what you’re thinking.” Her vulnerability was all over her face and in her voice.

  He turned and kissed her hand. “I’m thinking quite a few things. Would you like to know what they are?”

  “Sì,” she smiled softly.

  “That mouth,” he chuckled. “I think I can best describe what I’m thinking through demonstration. We’ve spent twenty years talking,” he murmured into her hand. “So, maybe I can explain through action, and a whole different kind of communication.” His eyes looked up, burning into hers. He moved over her and rubbed his chest into hers.

  Her nipples practically screamed as their bodies slid over each other, both of them emitting sounds of pleasure.

  “A different kind of communication?” she breathed with a mischievous smile, her eyes meeting his as her hands wandered his naked back for the first time.

  He leaned down and kissed her mouth softly, smiling. “Don’t play dumb now. You know what kind of communication I mean, dirty girl. The kind you want. The kind you crave. Hot. Sexy. Dirty talk. The dirtier the better, is what you said.” His mouth kissed over to her ear. “Like how much I’m going to enjoy taking off your panties. Seeing all of these glorious curves without one stitch to hide you from me anymore.” He bit down on her earlobe. “It seems like the last few months, all I’ve done is wake up thinking about it. Touching you, tasting you. I have a lot of time to make up for, Janie. In fact, it might take me a while, which is good. That way we can work on that patience we’ve talked about.”

  He moved to her other ear and whispered, “And then when I’m ready, I’ll have you screaming
with pleasure for me, your toes curling, and I’ll have you.” He nibbled at her neck. “Mmm, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy my queen of hearts, dulzura. So much so that this might take us into the wee hours of the night.”

  His hands caressed down her thighs tightening them around his waist, then he brought them back up to her butt.

  “How long have you been torturing me with your sweet juicy ass, your gorgeous breasts that I’ve wanted to have in my mouth, your hair? Your hair could bring a man to his knees alone. It makes me hard when I think about it…about how I want to grip it in my hands and bury my face in it.” He glared at her. “How long has it been? Years, for sure. But more specifically, five, maybe six, months?”

  She couldn’t get a read on his facial expression. All she knew was that she was naked before him except for her panties, and she had a breathtaking view of his chest. She was in heaven just thinking about the next few hours.

  “You don’t know how long?” He grabbed her ankles and yanked her unexpectedly to the edge of the counter, draping her legs over his forearms, spreading her open before him. She gasped at the quick movement. The friction of her butt on the counter and her thong along her slick folds made her almost come right there, without him even touching her. She could hear her own breathing. It was heavy and fast. “You asked me what I’m thinking? Let me jog your memory a little.”

  He looked down at the wet thong between her legs and licked his lips.

  God, this was torture. The sweetest torture ever. She reached up and touched his stomach.

  His muscles jumped under her fingers and he took a deep breath. “First, there was the self-defense class and that ‘fuck me’ sports bra and tank top you wore. Where everyone could see your nipples. I wanted to put them in my mouth and suck them until you begged me to stop.” He moved his hands up to her breasts, bringing her knees back and up with his arms while rolling the very topic of conversation between his fingers. “Put your arms over your head, bend them at the elbows so they frame your face.”

  She did and let out a soft breathy, “Bossy,” then bit her smiling lip.

  “That’s right. I am bossy, and you’re going to love every second of it.”

  She moaned as he flicked her nipples. Her eyes began to drift shut.

  “Eyes on me. This is my tutoring session, Miss Callahan, so as you’ve already observed about my personality, I’ll be calling the shots for this particular lesson in punishment.” He kissed the inside of her knee, keeping his lips there while he spoke. “You flirted shamelessly with Gonzalez right in front of me, flaunting your sweet ass all over. You know you did.”

  “Fernandez,” she automatically corrected with a whimper. “And it was Ayanna’s idea. She told me to do it to see if you’d notice.”

  His eyebrow went up. “Have you been talking about me with the girls?”

  Her eyes twinkled and she shrugged a little.

  “What kinds of things have you been saying, Janie?” He applied more pressure to her nipples. He didn’t look angry, but genuinely interested.

  She let out a groan and squirmed, her eyes losing focus. “They’ve been encouraging me.”

  “Have they? Very interesting,” he murmured with humor. “Then there had been that ride to dinner afterwards, asking me to comment on your outfit and how it looked on you.” He kissed her other knee, licking behind it and sucking the skin between his teeth. She swore she was dripping she was so wet. Her hips moved up.

  He smiled and looked at her thong. “The night you went to the art showing. I wanted you so badly that night.” He was no longer smiling, his blue eyes staring into her green ones.

  That was the night he’d met Vanessa. The art showing had only been a couple of nights after the restaurant fire where afterwards, he’d stayed with Janie all night in the hospital. And all that time he’d wanted her. She was a little stunned to say the least and kept meeting his eyes. He let his lips kiss up her thigh while he kept his eyes connected to hers.

  “I didn’t know,” she finally said. “If I had known,” she began.

  “What would you have done if you knew I wanted you?” His mouth got closer and closer to her thong which she was sure wasn’t hiding much from him.

  “How long have you felt this way?” She was genuinely shocked and a flow of molten hot desire shot through her.

  “Longer than appropriate, I’m sure,” he said over her skin, getting closer and closer to her core.

  She moved her arms and propped herself on her elbow, putting one hand out to touch his face.

  “How long?”

  He leaned into her hand and kissed her palm. “I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, baby.”

  “Are you kidding me?” she asked in amazement.

  “Why do you sound so surprised?” He nipped at the fleshy part of skin connecting her thumb to her hand.

  “Because you never let on.”

  “Arms back above your head,” he demanded, his voice laced with both humor and lust. “Keep them there until I tell you to move them.”

  She gave him a disgruntled look but did as he asked. “You’re not the boss of me,” she smiled sarcastically and he laughed against her skin.

  “That’s where you’re wrong, baby girl. Right here, right now, I’m definitely the boss of you. Do you want to say anything else before I make you scream with pleasure?” He licked his lips and commenced his kissing up her leg until he was a mere inch or two from her thong. She could feel his breath on it. His hands began to toy with her nipples again and before she could get her bearings, he placed his mouth and nose into the soaked fabric of her panties and bit her lightly through the cloth.

  “Shit.” She pushed up into his mouth. He nibbled all around the fabric, at the crease where the top of her thigh met her core.

  “Is that all you have to say?” He kissed her again through the fabric and she yelled out, her hips shooting up. “I never let on because in my mind you’ve always been off limits,” he whispered in between kisses.

  She was buzzing with need, her skin flushed with arousal, so close to completion. “What changed?” she asked when she could finally catch her breath.

  “Your age, for one. Your flirtiness around me, although you’ve always had that sparkle oozing from your pores. Seeing you date pissed me off. I don’t know. It was a little bit of everything.” He nuzzled her sex and breathed in again.

  “I lost weight,” she moaned as his mouth hit her, not realizing she’d said it out loud until it came out of her mouth.

  “Oh, baby,” he said, rubbing his face into her thigh. “I found you attractive long before you’d lost weight. Do you really think a woman has to be a size 2 in order for a man to want her? I’ve always thought you were beautiful. I told you,” he began, now moving his hands and standing up, hooking his fingers through the waistband of her thong. “With your curves, your personality, your hair, and that fuckin’ wicked mouth of yours, I was a goner a long time ago.”

  She blinked in disbelief. He looked down at her, his hands on the straps of her panties.

  “Now, you’ve been asking for weeks about what I do to make a woman scream with pleasure. Remember?” He made sure she was looking at him, then spoke. “I’d tear her panties from her body,” he said and then tore her thong from her.

  She jumped and nearly orgasmed.

  “Then I’d put my mouth on her and lap up her sweetness,” he said, his voice sounding gruff. “Taste it on my tongue, get her flesh between my teeth.” He placed his hands under her hips, then draped her legs up over his shoulders. Once her hips were off the counter being lifted to his mouth, his eyes zeroed in on her waxed nether region. “Liso y blando.” His eyes met hers appreciatively. “It looks like we’re both benefitting from that spa treatment, dulzura.” His mouth swooped in and he gave a long and sensual open mouthed kiss right over her sex, from slit to clit.

  “Ahh,” she yelled.

  Watching her eyes the whole time and humming with delight, he slowly and expertly
devoured her.

  Shit. Holy shit, Luke was going down on her. The thought further propelled her until she was moaning and gasping, bucking into his mouth, straining her muscles as she got closer and closer.

  He pulled away at the last second and placed his lips on her thigh, kissing her there. She was gasping for air, feeling like she was about to fall over the edge, her skin on fire.

  “Then there was Labor Day,” he said, as if their conversation hadn’t been interrupted moments earlier. His fingers lightly twisted her nipples. “When you were being such a pain in the ass about Detective Dickhead.”

  She couldn’t even think straight.

  “And then that night everyone was at Jem’s and you and Ayanna were giving us your new recipes to try out. And you made my mom’s tapas. And we were in the kitchen,” he said, laving his tongue softly over her clitoris. “That mouth of yours, so fresh. Flirting with me. Making me want you, talking about how you thought Maurice was cute.”

  Maurice. She’d forgotten she’d mentioned him to Luke. Maurice had been flirting with her that night at Jem’s when she and Ayanna had made the recipes for everyone to sample. Luke had gone to the kitchen for another beer and Janie had followed him in.

  He licked her clit again and she squirmed and moaned, getting closer again. He kept his lips there as he spoke.

  “Columbus Day, leaning back against the kitchen counter, thrusting your tits out so I had to look at them. I knew exactly what you were doing to me. You’re such a little fuckin’ tease, you bad girl.”

  He put his entire mouth on her and sucked, ending with his teeth grazing her clit. She screamed, but he moved back again.

  “Luke. God, please,” she begged, gulping for air.

  “Should I finish you off?” he teased. “Or should I torture you like you’ve tortured me for months?”

  “Finish me off,” she gasped. “Definitely finish me off.” She wasn’t too proud to beg.

  His laugh was a low rumble. “I love how you taste, how you feel. Your skin around your pussy feels incredible in my mouth. Smooth and soft. Liso y blando. Say it.”