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

by Lynn, Rebecca

“You could take a little more time gettin’ rid of those clothes, mister,” she murmured with a smile. Watching him undress, she enjoyed his thorough, if not efficient, strip tease.

  He caught her eye and his mouth quirked up. He purposely slowed his movements making sure she got an eyeful of her own along the way. When he was done he crawled onto the bed and leaned down on his front, lying perpendicular to her, propping his body up on his elbows. He bent his head down and kissed her nipple.

  She jumped and he chuckled wickedly. “Let’s get you a ton of lingerie tomorrow. You won’t be wearing it much in my presence, but I’ll sure as hell love watching you prance around in all of your panties and matching bra sets, then taking it all off of you.”

  “Anything to make mi rey happy,” she said with a smirk and let her hand roam his muscular lean back.

  “God, I love when you call me that.” He spoke with a lecherous growl, kissed her nipple again then rested his head on her stomach. “There’s something about you calling me your king that does all kinds of things to me.”

  She chuckled dryly. “What man wouldn’t like to be called a king?”

  He smiled.

  “I remember as a kid when I’d hear your parents talk to each other, your mom especially, how funny their words seemed. I can’t ever imagine my mom calling my dad her ‘king’.

  Luke smiled. “I can’t either. Oh, well. Comes with my Spanish DNA. You’re just going to have to get used to it,” he shrugged. “I was going to get a glass of wine. Do you want some?”

  “Actually, I would love some water. I’ll come with you.”

  He shook his head. “I want to walk back in here with drinks in hand and enjoy the moment I see you just laying here in our bed for the first time. Waiting for your king to arrive,” he joked.

  She barked out a laugh. “Do I need to genuflect or curtsy, or something?”

  He looked like he was thinking about it and she tossed the pillow at him. He caught it and smiled.

  “Well, I would hate to stand in the way of my king’s happiness. Now, go get me some water, Your Highness.”

  He kissed her nipple one last time, pulling it behind his lips to nip her. Then he got up to get the drinks. She nestled back into the pillow and tried to process what had now become her life. For the first time ever, she actually felt content, so complete and at peace. She kept thinking about seeing her parents tomorrow night. She’d called her mom that day already, but they were seriously going to flip over how quickly things had progressed.

  A movement caught her eye and she looked up to see Luke standing in the doorway, just staring at her. His face broke out into a huge boyish grin as he walked in.

  “Nothing more beautiful than seeing you naked in bed, with a very satisfied look on your face, I might add,” he said smugly.

  “No doubt about it, I am a satisfied woman,” she said saucily, taking her water from him and practically guzzling it.

  He looked at her humorously as she downed the liquid.

  “When a fire extinguisher isn’t at hand,” she shrugged, “this’ll do the trick.”

  “I guess so,” he chuckled.

  “I’m wondering what my parents will say tomorrow,” she said, settling into the pillow and turning to him. “They’ll be happy, but I wonder if they’ll think we’re moving too fast.”

  “I wouldn’t worry about it,” he said confidently.

  “You seem to be pretty sure of yourself there, Daniels.”

  “I am,” he said, taking a sip of his wine. She waited for him to say more but he didn’t, just looked at her with that expressionless look. “So,” he began and put his wine down. “What do you think of your new place?”

  She laughed at his wording. “It’s beautiful and you know it’s beautiful.”

  “Now,” he began and propped himself up on his pillow, “I don’t want there to be any awkwardness about how it’s been my place first so it feels like mine and not yours. I’m not set in stone about any décor. There are a few things that are heirlooms, but other than that, you can change or keep whatever you want. I have to admit, though, I think a lot of your pieces are going to look great in here. Your armoire will be perfect over there against the wall, don’t you think?” He pointed to the wall opposite the bed.

  She smiled, all mushy and gaga over the man. “What’s happened to you?” she giggled.

  He rolled his eyes in a self-effacing way. “Who the hell knows? I’ve been concha whipped, apparently,” he said dryly.

  She let out another giggle and hugged herself. “Well I’m definitely – how do you say ‘cock’?”

  He chuckled. “Polla.”

  “I’m definitely polla whipped.”

  He stopped laughing and just smiled, looking at her. Then he kissed her, cuddled up against her, where they laid like that for the next hour, talking about life and love…and eventually fell asleep.

  ……

  “How many days do we need to wait for the pill to kick in again?” Luke asked while scrubbing her back in the shower the next morning.

  “It started as five. Now we’re down to four,” she purred, loving his soapy hands on her posterior.

  He sighed as if completely put out. “I’m, like, counting the hours over here,” he grumbled.

  She reached back and grabbed his very proud member and squeezed. He hissed, his hands slowing for a moment. Then he reached around to play with her breasts.

  She let her hand pull at him and leaned back. “Where’s the patience you keep spouting? Have you been neglected at all while you’ve been waiting?”

  “Nope. Not even a little.” He began counting under his breath, then, “Four more days. That means Christmas Eve.”

  “Hm,” she said, running her thumb over the tip of him. “Merry Christmas, buddy.”

  “I knew there was a reason why I loved this holiday,” he murmured, kissing her neck. He moved one of his hands to between her legs. “I didn’t get any of this when I could have had it for three or four years,” he said, pushing his finger inside her, causing her to groan softly, “and I need to make up for lost time.”

  She rotated her hips even as she continued to rub her own hand around him. “You could’ve done something about it, you know.” He inserted another finger finding that spongy sensitive area on her front inner wall. She gasped out, “You took your sweet time if you ask me.”

  “It was the whole patience thing. I just wanted you to be ready and ripe for my intentions,” he said, biting down into her skin where her neck and shoulder met. His fingers pumped and his thumb found her clit.

  She squeezed him even harder and he pushed into her hand.

  “Keep your hand exactly where it is, baby. I’ll do all the work.” He did, and moved the hand that had been at her breast to the tiled wall to support him. Continuing his ministrations on her, he pushed in and out of her hand which she’d placed at the base of her spine. “I can’t wait to be inside you with nothing there. It’s going to feel so fucking good. So good,” he murmured into her neck and flattened his chest to her back.

  Her inner muscles quivered and strained as her head dropped to the wall in front of her, the hot water pounding all around them. She rotated her hips even more, moving with his fingers inside her and finding her stride, allowing the pressure to build. Disjointed moans came out of her mouth and she jerked against his hand, her movements becoming more frantic.

  “Oh, baby. Tu dulce concha, I can feel it pulling on my fingers. So greedy. What are you so greedy for, dulzura?” he teased in her ear.

  She yelled long and loud, coming all around his hand just as he pushed his penis between her butt cheeks and she felt him climaxing against her backside.

  Their loud breaths mingled and he pulled her even closer so she was against his body. “You’re perfect.”

  She turned in his arms and kissed him fiercely.

  They spent the next few moments washing each other, then got out and dressed for their day in upstate New York. They had a little
time, so Janie decided to make them breakfast keeping it simple with an omelet and toast. While eating, Luke said, “So, I was thinking. Maybe you should text Miguel.”

  She twirled the fork around her tongue. “Oh, did you want us all to hang out?”

  He gave her a dry look.

  “You worried he’s going to be able to change my mind about you or something?”

  He didn’t laugh.

  “Actually, I should thank him for the gift,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Now, where is my phone?” she teased.

  He crossed his arms and sat back.

  She rolled her eyes. “You seriously want me to text the man to say we can’t go out on that date that we haven’t even made yet?”

  He continued staring holes into her.

  “Oh, brother,” she mumbled. She grabbed for her phone. “I’m doing it. Relax, dear.”

  He shrugged. “Just making sure it gets done.”

  “You don’t trust me?”

  “I trust you. I just,” he stopped.

  “What?”

  “I don’t like loose ends. Miguel Gastaldi is a loose end.”

  She reached for her phone and began typing, grumbling about jealous dominating men, but secretly loving every second of his reaction. She sent Miguel a text thanking him for the chocolate covered strawberries and wine first, wanting to wait for him to text back before breaking their ‘not even planned yet’ date.

  Luke continued to watch her as she pointedly ignored him. She was taking another bite of her omelet when Miguel’s text came moments later and he again said he was looking forward to getting together in the coming weeks. She wrote back, telling him that she was truly sorry but that some things had taken a turn in her life and she was now seriously dating someone else with whom she’d already been talking when she’d met Miguel. She apologized profusely, told him she’d no longer be able to honor their date, and that was that.

  The entire time, Luke sat there quietly, his arms crossed over his chest and an amused look on his face.

  “Done,” she said, putting the phone down on the table, giving him an exasperated look.

  “Thank you,” he said quietly.

  “You’re welcome. Pain in the ass,” she said with a smile.

  He crooked his finger and she got up, moving around the table where he pulled her down into his lap. Once his arms were around her, she sighed at what was becoming one of her favorite things in the world, being completely engulfed in Luke Daniels, smelling his scent and feeling his strong muscles around her.

  “What did you say to him?”

  She handed him the phone and scrolled through the texts for him to see. He took it and looked at it. Once he was apparently satisfied, he put the phone down on the table and wrapped his arm around her again.

  “Thank you for cooking me breakfast,” he whispered into her ear then nibbled behind it.

  She cuddled into him. “You’re welcome, but you’re still a pain in the ass.”

  He smiled against her neck and tsked. “I don’t know about that. I bet I could make your ass feel pretty good, baby.”

  She turned and kissed him but not before she gave him a puhleeze look. Before she could pull back he buried his hand in her hair and deepened the kiss. Several minutes later when they came up for air, her heart was pounding and she was feeling ready to be taken.

  “You ready to get out of here?” he asked.

  She nodded and nuzzled his neck. “How would you make my ass feel good, Luke?”

  He cleared his throat and hesitated. “Cristo, sometimes I forget about that mouth of yours.” He paused then said, “We can experiment. Play. Find out things you like.”

  She picked up her head, her body already wet and willing. “Like what?” she asked, genuinely curious. She’d of course heard about anal sex, but she wasn’t sure that was going to be her bag.

  He smiled secretly then rested his mouth on her ear. “Maybe you’d like some light spanking.”

  Her sex clenched and she felt a shudder go through. She was sure he knew it since her body shook at his suggestion.

  “Hm. That’ll be something we’ll talk more about.” He kissed her neck, holding her head still with his hand in her hair. “There are also ways of touching that can heighten your orgasms.”

  She swallowed, blushing a little. “Okay,” she said breathily.

  He chuckled. “Mi dulzura. You’re so perfect.”

  “I want you to be happy. I don’t ever want you to feel deprived in any way,” she began.

  He jolted and swore. “Shit, Janie. Don’t ever think that I’m deprived in the slightest way by being with you. If I spent the rest of my life just like this, with you on my lap sitting at the kitchen table, I’d still be happier than I’ve ever been.”

  “I just know you’ve had more experienced wom –”

  “Stop.” He put both hands around her face and made her look at him. “We’ll continue to explore and experiment and discover all of the ways we can show our love for each other, yes. But there’s no room for anyone else in our bedroom but you and me. Don’t do things that make you feel uncomfortable because you think I’ll want you more if you do. I’m happy when you’re happy. You’re perfect for me, and I’m perfect for you. And we’re going to have a damn good time trying out all of those things that will make us even happier together. We’ll do what works for us. Just you and me.”

  She cupped his face. “I wasn’t feeling insecure necessarily. I just want to make sure that you don’t hold back if there are,” she paused, “some things you want to try. Don’t not try them because you’re unsure of what I’ll say.”

  “Trust me, Janie. I will try them,” he said with a promising gleam in his eye. Then he leaned and pressed his lips to hers. “Maybe even tonight.”

  Her heart rate doubled. “Tonight?”

  “I’m sensing my dirty girl is going to be naughty today and may need to be punished in some way. I’ll have to think on that.”

  She licked her lips in anticipation and teased, “Are you going to spank me, Your Highness?”

  “Wise ass.” He lightly bit at her lip and sucked. “We’ll have to wait and see.”

  She could feel his erection under her at the juncture of her thighs and knew if they didn’t stop this kind of talk now, they’d run a little late with their appointment.

  “Then let’s get this day started, Daniels. I can’t wait to get to the end of it.”

  They cleaned up, grabbed their coats, and met Kenneth at the limo.

  ……

  Cold Spring, New York, located across the Hudson River from West Point, was a quaint historic village in Putnam County and only a short drive north from Manhattan. Luke and Janie’s appointment with Chloe Adams wasn’t until one in the afternoon, so in spite of the cold, they decided to walk Main Street and enjoy the beautiful 19th century architecture and buildings with their holiday decorations.

  Hand in hand, they strolled leisurely through the village, taking in the sights, stopping in at shops, and commenting on how gorgeous the town was. The views of the Hudson were breathtaking and the downtown made one feel they’d traveled back in time. Eventually they headed over to Chloe’s place off the main drag for their appointment.

  Chloe Adams lived in a turn of the century saltbox home off Main Street and Janie gurgled happily at the sweetness of it, feeling like she was stuck in a Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale with its gingerbread house detail. When the owner of Decolletage, Inc. answered the door, Janie knew immediately that Chloe Adams fit perfectly into the look of her home. Vibrant, colorful, and full of character.

  “Well, hey you two!” she yelled out with a laugh. “Come on in. I know you’re Luke and Janie because you look exactly like your pictures,” she smiled exuberantly.

  Janie laughed, at once delighted with her, and already knowing she’d found a kindred spirit. Chloe appeared to be in her late 20’s, was of medium height but built with luxurious curves. Everywhere. Representing a mixture of cu
ltures, she had corkscrew curly black hair with a bright red scarf to keep it off of her open and pretty face. Her skin was caramel colored and her eyes were dark and exotic.

  She welcomed them in to the cozy living room with bolts of fabric everywhere. A blazing fire was in the fireplace and the scent of hot apple cider permeated the room.

  “Sit, let me get you some drinks,” she said with a bright smile. She led them to a sitting area by the fire and talked as she walked into the kitchen to grab some hot cider and pastries. “It’s so nice to meet you. Luke, I’ve heard of you for a couple of years now. I’m honored to have received your call. Let’s talk bras, people!” she said putting down the food and drinks on the coffee table.

  Luke and Janie laughed at her infectious and ballsy positivity.

  “Tell me what brings you to my neck of the woods,” Chloe began with a grin.

  Luke began. “Well, as I said on the phone, we’re looking for a lingerie manufacturer that designs for curvy women. Janie’s been talking to me about how it’s difficult for women of a certain size to find beautiful sexy lingerie that also supports, so I began my search and found you.”

  Chloe clapped her hands, “Well, let me show you some things. Would you like to see some samples?” Chloe looked at Janie’s figure clinically, then said, “Double D, 34? 36?”

  Janie nodded with an excited look on her face. “There abouts. I vacillate depending on the brand.”

  She was measured and for the next hour was like the proverbial kid in a candy shop. Luke walked around to look at the fabrics, peppering Chloe with questions ranging from how long she’d been in business to how much she’d made in sales last year as well as her marketing strategy. Meanwhile Janie tried on a million things and by the end of their time together, Janie had ordered five sets of bras and panties, with some garter sets thrown in as well. What made it even more exciting was Chloe had a few of Janie’s sizes right there in her shop for Janie to take with her. When they finally left, appointments had been set up for the New Year, and a promising future bloomed for Decolletage, Inc.

  “I loved her,” Janie squealed while on their way back toward the City.

  Luke laughed indulgently. “She was great, wasn’t she? Looks like you found a friend for life.”