by Rayne O'Gara
“This,” he points to a large round cake looking item, “this is called Torta Rustica. Here we have the dinner soup, Zuppa Toscana, one of my favorites growing up,” he explains.
“It all looks very yummy. You sure outdid yourself, huh? Couldn’t like order a pizza or hired someone else to cook. Had to show off, didn’t you,” I say with a smile on my face, letting him know I am just teasing.
“Yup,” he answers simply, wearing his own smile.
“So? You going to explain what some of what your mother said?” I ask, forking in another scrumptious bite of the Torta. It practically melts on my tongue it’s so good.
“What ones?”
Swallowing my mouthful, I think of one of the first ones.
“Well, I figured out my angel. That was really sweet. I’m stuck on bella arm…armo.”
“Bella Armonia, it means beautiful Harmony.”
“Oh. That’s pretty. I think I like my name in Italian better than English,” I laugh.
“It’s beautiful in any language,” he almost whispers. I can feel his eyes rove all over my shown body and goose bumps prickle against my skin.
Holy shit. Five words and I turn into a fucking marshmallow for this guy! We’re getting off track. Don’t go there.
“The other was what she said before she left, sorcea?”
“Close, it’s suocera. And I’m not telling you what that means because she was being trouble with that one.”
I gape at his answer. He sips from his wine, not even caring about what he just did.
“You can’t do that to me! Now all I am going to think about is what that word means!” I gripe at him. Shit…well I will be hittin’ up Google in the very near future. If he won’t tell me then I will figure it out myself.
“I’m sorry, but you don’t really want to know, I promise.”
“Hateful,” I mumble under my breath and take another bite of dinner. I am almost full, but it’s so good I don’t want to stop.
“That’s not hateful, this is hateful. Vieni qui e baciami, amore mio.”
His smooth deep voiced words make me goo. Brain function gone. Moving? Nope, not an option. He could have just called me the worst thing in the book, but the hell if I care. That was hot, like holy shit hot.
I try to clear my throat before speaking. Twice.
“Um…what, what did that mean?” My voice comes out husky and deep in its own way. His eyes darken to almost black before answering my question.
“That’s the hateful part, I’m not telling you.”
He knows what he is doing to me. His ‘I got you’ smile is out in full smirking glory and I don’t know whether to smack it or kiss it off his too handsome face.
Fine. We will play.
“Alright. Don’t tell me now, but you will eventually.”
Luc’s eyebrow raises at the blatant challenge in my voice. He knows I don’t like to back down.
“Thank you for making dinner, Luc. This is really very good,” I change the subject.
I cut off a piece of Torta and slowly slide it off my fork, moaning at my taste bud’s pleasure. Maybe a little louder than I normally would, but it is game on after all.
Cheese still lingered on my fork so sliding my tongue out, I lick it clean with a whimper, and close my eyes in bliss. A loud thud has my eyes snap open. Luc’s eyes burn and his teeth are clenched tightly.
“You are playing with fire,” he growls.
I try to look innocent but give up after a few seconds. “You’ve been hanging out with all those firemen too long, baby. I don’t want to play with fire, Luc, I want to play with you.”
The angry look he shoots me has my fun dampen significantly. I didn’t want him upset…wait, why is he upset!? I just said I wanted to have sex, isn’t that supposed to make him happy?
“So you want me to just clear the table and fuck you now or should we wait for dessert to be over and go into the bedroom?”
What!?
“Whoa…what’s with all the hostility? I just said I want to basically sleep with you and you are mad?” I gawk wide-eyed at him in surprise. I am so lost right now.
He lets out a deep breath and closes his eyes. His knuckles from what I can see are clenched so tightly around the edge of the table they are turning white. He is really pissed and I am still not getting it.
“I’m sorry,” he says while opening his eyes back at me. “I wasn’t mad at you, I’m pissed at myself. I promised tonight would go slowly. I was going to completely keep my hands off and get to know you better before getting into bed again,” he explains and brings his hand up from the table to rub his eyes before continuing, “You are just pushing my limits, baby. I don’t think I can pull off not touching you for very much longer.”
Done with his speech, my stomach drops. Wow. I had no idea he promised himself that…well, how could I have? My simple game just blew up in my face. Damn.
“I…um, don’t know many guys that would prefer dinner instead of sex. I’m a little lost right now,” I confess. I feel like I’m back in high school on an awkward first date…just without all the male hormones raging.
“Oh, I want sex. I just don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”
Say what?
“How do you know what I am and am not ready for?” I ask angrily.
Now he is just being presumptuous. He’s not in my head, he doesn’t know what I want. Maybe I just want a fuck buddy for all he knows!
“Because last time we made love you freaked the next morning, I thought I would slow it down for you.”
“First off, we did not make love. We had sex, really fucking good sex, but still just sex. Second, you don’t get to make these decisions for me. I am an adult,” I snap. What was I thinking!? Something with him would never work. We’re too alike.
“Then act like one,” he growls out.
Pushing out his chair and standing, he leans over the table, bringing our faces closer. I see his anger…and lust clearly written on his face. I choose to ignore the latter and stand up myself. Without a word I grab my purse up from the coffee table and head for the door. I am so out of here.
“Where are you going, we are not done, Harmony.”
My knees shake at the low tone in his voice but push to keep going. Once at the door, I turn to him for a final say but it comes out as a squeak instead. Jesus he’s fast!
I am pushed up against the door hard enough I gasp, giving him the opening he needs. His tongue invades my mouth like a Viking. Plundering, taking me for his own. His hard stubble rasp my cheeks and chin as he pushes forward harder, his hard body now flush to mine. His hard cock jabs into my stomach. Too high to dislodge the discomfort, but more than plenty to set my pussy pulsing in time with my rapid heartbeat. His hand wraps tightly into my hair. Bobby pins scatter onto the floor in disarray. The force of his grasp pulls at my scalp, but I revel in the pain. It hurts so fucking good. I feel his free hand wrap lightly in the same possessive collar around my neck as before and my juices trickle down my thighs. Pulling away slightly, he looks straight into my eyes.
“We’re not done, Harmony. I won’t let you end it yet,” he whispers.
“You make me so mad,” I whisper back, relaxing farther into his embrace. I am trying desperately to hold on to my anger. I really am trying.
“Likewise. Come on,” he says before moving away, grasping my hand, and tugging me behind him to follow.
“Where are we going?” I ask. Talk about your mood shift.
“I once promised you we would have all kinds of different sex, it’s time for the best kind of all, baby. Makeup sex,” he answers over his shoulder as we walk down his hallway.
“Oh, yes, please.”
Did we make up? How did he do that!? Then again…do I really even care at this point? He holds a control over me that I never knew I had to give away, I’m not sure I like it.
Chapter Eleven
Harmony…
“Come here, baby,” I hear his arousal and my
toes curl. Slipping off my flats, I hip swing walk toward his position in front of a huge king sized bed. I am sure his décor is outstanding, but I have no time for looking. I am so completely focused on his slow unbuttoning of his shirt to notice anything else. Delectable tawny skin flashes at me inch by slow inch, and it is mouthwatering. Down to the last button, he pulls the rest of the shirt out of his buckled pants and lets it hang free at his sides.
“I love the way you walk. So fucking sexy.”
“I love the way you undress,” I retort in good humor.
He chuckles and kisses me softly. My hands instantly find his hard chest. I scrape my nails over his pebbled nipples and down the contours of his stomach, and catch his moan in my mouth.
“You need less clothes on,” he whispers against my lips. I couldn’t agree more.
He deftly unties my half shirt, then tosses it on to the floor. My camisole soon follows, leaving me in my bra and pants. His large hands skim over my exposed skin leaving tingles in its wake. Soft pressure at my shoulders have me turning around to give him my back. He continues the soft slow caressing up my arms, down my sides, over my back.
His touch focuses on one point on my shoulder. He found it.
“This means what exactly?” Luc asks.
I giggle at his tone. “Bronnie and I wanted something to signify our bond. So we came up with a somewhat blood bonding thing. I have the slice with peanut butter and she has the jelly. Two opposites that when put together are perfect,” I explain the silly but meaningful tattoo that caught his attention. Something small and silly we did when we turned eighteen that holds a lot of importance.
“I like it,” he says before kissing my shoulder blade where the tattoo sits.
A slight tug at my bust line has me fall a little backwards into his strong body before my bra slackens. He slides the straps down my arms and it falls to the floor. Luc doesn’t stop there but ignores my free breasts much to my frustration, and continues to unsnap my slacks, before sliding them down my hips to pool at my feet.
“I want to touch you, Luc,” I say to him.
“Oh, I’m sure you will, but now is for you to be touched.” His breath fans against my ear from his words, before gentle kisses and nips follow. My ear, neck, shoulders. He explores the area thoroughly before moving on to another spot on my quivering body. I don’t know how much longer my legs will hold me.
“On the bed, baby. I need to taste you. I missed my opportunity last time, I won’t miss it again.”
Oh good Lord.
Following his directions, I lay across the foot of his massive bed and watch him with hooded eyes. His belt clunks to the floor followed by his pants, leaving him in navy blue boxers. His long cock is so hard I can see the large mushroom capped head trying to escape its confines. I lick my lips at the thought of setting it free and feeling the power of him in my mouth again. Luc’s low groan of lust snags my attention back up to his face.
“You can’t look at me like that.”
“Like what, baby?” I ask hoarsely.
“Like I’m your favorite fucking candy and you have a massive craving.”
I open my mouth but he doesn’t give me time to answer back. He is up on the bed, between my thighs, and nuzzling my stomach in a second. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the feel of his tongue on my soft skin. His slow teasing mouth slides lower to my hipbone and my breath hitches. Even with his mouth tormenting me his hands never stop casting their spell. Across thighs, knees, and to my calves, making his decent until finally…
“Oh God!” I shout when his hot tongue makes first contact with my aching clit.
Long, flat-tongue strokes followed with quick flicks to my clit has me thrashing, so very close to my climax. His hands stop their roving to clamp at my wide hips, pinning me down, holding me in place for better access. My hands clutch the blankets beneath me, but I need to touch him. I need to feel that connection.
I’m so close!
I twine Luc’s soft, surprisingly silky hair between my fingers. A nip to my swollen clit has me arching my back and grinding my drenched pussy onto his face. I scream out my orgasm. Using my leverage on his hair, I pull his naughty mouth away from my oversensitive nerves.
Luc’s smile is brilliant when I let him go.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.” He proves it by sliding up my body and fusing our mouths together. My tanginess mixed in with his natural taste makes for a powerful aphrodisiac. I wrap my legs around his lean hips and grind my re-awakening pussy all over his covered shaft.
My arms wrap like vines around his back, bringing him even closer to me. Sliding them down over his tight sculpted back, I squeeze his muscled ass tightly and push down at the same time I push my hips up into him. His tortured groan sets me even more on fire for him.
“Please, Luc, baby.”
“Please what? What do you want me to do?”
“I need to feel you inside me. I can’t wait any longer. Please,” I beg. If he wants to hear me beg then fucking hell I will beg. I move my hands up to his waistband and a quick tug down has his erection popping free.
No help is needed for him to enter effortlessly inside my swollen channel. One thrust. With only one thrust, I am close to my next orgasm. I rarely orgasm at all during sex, but I am about to hit two tonight. The head of his cock pushes up and rubs my cervix giving me a hint of pain to my pleasure.
“Yeah, baby. Tighten like that, squeeze my cock while I fuck you,” he moans through gritted teeth.
His rhythm ups in speed and strength. Hard thrusts with quick retreats have me whimpering with each slam of his hips.
“I’m gunna come, baby. Come on, one more. Come for me again, Harmony!” he orders.
“Fuck!” he yells and at the first hot spurt of his orgasm inside me, my inner muscles clamp down on him tightly in my own completion and I scream.
Both our bodies give out and he collapses, but manages to roll just a bit as to not squish me. I may be a big girl but he would mush me something fierce.
Our heavy breathing matches in the quietness of the room as we lay in one another’s arms. Coming down from my euphoria, it doesn’t take my brain to jumpstart.
Should I leave? Stay? Does he want me to stay or go? Shit, I hate not having an idea of what to do.
Making a motion to get up, his arms tighten around me, keeping me against him.
“Will you stay tonight?” he asks softly, sounding almost in a daze.
Shocked at his words, I wiggle enough that he reluctantly lets me go. I sit up and look down into his disappointed eyes. He thinks I’m leaving. His disappointment at that has a layer of ice crack off from my heart and a little piece became his. The thought of being wanted is exhilarating and amazing.
I raise my eyebrow at him and smile. “You want me to stay?” I ask quietly.
“Of course I do.” He answers me like it should have been a known answer.
Leaning over him, I kiss his cooling chest in light soft kisses before looking up at him.
“You making breakfast?”
“If you want me to, I will cook you anything you want,” he answers and closes his eyes, wrapping me back up into his arms.
Sounds good to me.
“Mmmmm…we still have dessert, ya know?” I remind him.
I hope it is something with chocolate. Nothing is better than chocolate after sex…good sex...really fucking amazing sex.
“Yes there is, but I don’t think it’s a good choice for right now. I’d much rather dig out the chocolate ice cream from my freezer. You want some, baby?” he asks without opening his eyes.
“Yes please.”
“‘Kay. Um…you need to get off me if you want some.” He laughs, knowing damn well how hard that is to do at this point in time. I am a puddle of satisfied goo. Damn, but I like me some chocolate ice cream though.
Groaning, I move inch by inch until he is able to slide out from under me and off the bed.
“Here, climb into bed and I’
ll bring you a spoon, I’ll even let you hold the carton of ice cream,” he says while sliding his boxers back over his relaxed junk. Wow, we were so far gone the boxers didn’t even get all the way off.
I could fall in love with this man. Could? Hell, I am already headed in that direction. It’s more of a when situation than anything else. I could see myself in the future just like this. A long hard day at work, coming home, cooking and taking care of the kids, and seeing him when he gets home. Every night having some ‘our time’ and finishing with a bowl full of ice cream before snuggling into one another’s arms. Happy. I would be so happy and content. A lifetime of Luc. I never let myself think of future. When you do, you put a hope in the outcome and then become let down with reality.
Can I be brave enough to hope? To put aside fear of rejection and hurt? To believe in a future together?
A snick of the door latching pulls my eyes to Luc’s bare chest and ice cream laden hands. I smile. He smiles back with an added wink and climbs into bed.
Maybe I can be brave…for him.
The bed dips when he climbs back in and he passes the carton over to me. I instantly shiver at the coldness against my skin. Spoon in hand, I hold up the carton between us. Not for long though. The frozen yumminess chills my fingers uncomfortably. Unwrapping a bit of sheet away from my body, I twist it around the pint container as a makeshift coozie. Okay, so my breasts are extremely exposed, but my hand is no longer cold. It’s not like I am revealing anything he has never seen before anyway so I count this as a win.
Satisfied with my inner monologue, I look up to a quiet Luc with a smile. It instantly falls from my lips and my shoulders tense up as I take in his solemn face.
“Are you okay?” I ask him quietly.
“Yeah.”
The husky sound of his voice is punctuated with a throat clearing before he tries to restart. A hard swallow makes his Adam’s apple bob and I look at him with gathering worry. What is wrong with him?
“Yeah, all good over here.”
Huh?
His eyes are very focused on my unveiled chest and I inwardly smile.
Oh.
