Lush Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 8)

by Marysol James

  Annie giggled and spooned up some ice cream. “So what were you going to ask me?”

  “Just – well. I wondered if maybe Jax reminded you of Billy, if maybe that’s why you didn’t like him?”

  “Oh, God, for sure. The first time I met Jax, he rolled on up to my house on a motorcycle, all sexy male confidence and macho swagger. Older than my daughter, far more experienced, hot as hell and didn’t he know it, a clear womanizer. I was totally convinced that he’d take advantage of her innocent heart, sweet-talk her into bed, then use her and dump her, leave her brokenhearted as he moved to the next cute and shiny little thing. Worse, I thought she’d fall for him, like really fall for him, and lose all judgement the way that I did. Get knocked up by him, marry him maybe, tie herself to a horrible man for the rest of her days on earth. I didn’t want that for Sarah… I wanted better for her than for myself.”

  “Because you’re a good mother, Annie.”

  She shrugged, and Sam resolved yet again to get the woman to learn to accept a sincere compliment. “Anyway, I watched Jax with Sarah, I watched him with Noah. I saw how he treated them both with such respect, so much care. I still didn’t trust him, you know, but I started to wonder if maybe he was a diamond in the rough of sorts. If maybe there was a good man under that scowl and hard face, just waiting to come on out. And of course, what he did when Sarah was in her coma… the way that Jax stopped his whole damn life to sit by her side, day after day. Brushing her hair, doing her muscle exercises, talking to her, reading to her. Not one syllable complaint, never once said how tired he must have been. He was – he was perfect. He kept me together, he kept Noah together, and he did that while almost falling apart himself.”

  “I remember.”

  “Jax Hamill is nothing like Billy Matthews,” she said fiercely. “Not at all, despite any mistakes Jax might have made in his life. He lives a good life now, and seeing as my daughter is in it, that’s all I care about.”

  “What about you?”

  “Me?”

  “Yes.” Sam set his plate down on the coffee table, took Annie’s from her as well. “What about you having a man living a good life in your life?”

  “Oh.” Right away, she dropped those gorgeous eyes down and away. “Oh, well… I don’t think that I really –”

  “No. Annie, no. Don’t do that.”

  “Don’t do what?”

  “Don’t say that you don’t need it, or want it, or deserve it. Because you do. You deserve it, you always have.” Those dark eyes were doing that soul-staring thing again, and all she could do was gaze up helplessly. “And you need it, I know that as well as you do. But most of all, honey, you want it.” His fingers traced the curve of her lips; he smiled at how cool they felt from the ice cream, wondered how sweet they were going to taste. “Tell me, Annie. Do you want this? Want me?”

  “I…” she whispered. “I want…”

  “Say it, princess. Say it, just to me.”

  “I want this,” she murmured, loving the fiery touch of his fingertips. She fought the urge to lick his fingers, to pull them into her mouth and suck. “I – I need it. Need you… Sam, please…”

  “I need you too, baby. Need you now.”

  “Yes…”

  That was all that Annie managed to get out before Sam’s mouth descended on hers. His kiss was the most intoxicating mix of savage and tender, of passionate and adoring, of this is fucking mine and sweet generosity. The kiss felt like the man himself; it was pure Sam.

  And God help her, but she wanted him, all of him, for as long as she could have him, as many times as she could take him. Any pesky lingering worries about their age difference, their educations, their jobs, had melted away at the touch of his lips.

  As if he’d heard her thoughts, he drew back, no more than two inches, and pinned her with that intense dark stare.

  “Annie?”

  “Yes?” she whispered back, suddenly uncertain. “Is something wrong?”

  “Not from my side, honey. But there’s still something that you need to tell me.”

  “Tell you…”

  He shook his head, looked mock-exasperated. “I said that I wasn’t going to make love to you until you told me something?”

  “Oh!” She almost jumped in realization. “Yes! I do have to tell you something.”

  “Go on then, baby.” He grinned at her, his fingers lazily running through her hair. "I'm listening."

  "I – I believe, Sam." She bit her lip. "In you, in us. In – in me. I know that you're here with me because you... find me attractive. You want to be here, you..." She dropped her eyes. "You're here because you believe, too."

  He gazed at her silently, then raised her chin with gentle fingers.

  "Do you want me to make love to you, Annie?"

  "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, please."

  His cock throbbed. "Say it again."

  "Please, Sam." She wound her arms around his neck, lifted her lips to his. "Please make love to me."

  He made a sound deep in his throat, a sort of dark growl, and Annie felt her pussy open, wet and ready. God, the thougt of taking this man inside of her was almost too much – but thinking about it wasn't enough. She had to have him, feel him, take him.

  Sam stood up and helped Annie to her feet, pulled her to the bedroom.

  He paused at the door, realizing that it had been a while for her. For him too, actually. “Are you sure, princess?”

  Her hands moved to her shirt and she started to unbutton it. “I’m sure.”

  Sam’s breath caught as the top of her breasts appeared. He stepped forward. “Let me.”

  She dropped her hands and stood still. He reached for her now and unbuttoned her blouse slowly. He peeled the material back off her shoulders, and threw it on the floor. She gasped as he lifted her loose, light skirt up and over her ass, running his hands over her.

  Sam almost groaned when he felt the heat of her sex through the simpe cotton of her underwear: he ran his fingers around, over, back across. She gripped his shoulders and shuddered as he touched between her lips, gently pressed on her clit. His finger ran up and down, and he felt her open to his touch. Sam knelt down and yanked her skirt off.

  “Turn around,” he said, his voice husky.

  She obeyed without a word and he undid her bra, rolled her panties down her legs.

  “Let me see you, honey. All of you.”

  She turned to face him, trembling as those molten brown eyes looked her up and down, seeing her whole. He wasn’t touching her, but Annie felt her body heating up under his gaze. She arched and bit her lip.

  He couldn’t stop looking at her: she was curved in all the right places, generous and lush like a peach. Her skin glowed like a pale moon, and her nipples were pink and perfect. Her pussy was covered in ruby curls, and he saw that she was open, her sweet clit peeking out. He had to touch her, he had to be close to her. With a shaking hand, he reached out and touched her mouth, running the pad of his thumb across the lower lip. She closed her eyes.

  Sam pulled her to him for a kiss and she gasped when he cupped her ass and lifted her right off her feet. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around him and even through his jeans, she felt his cock pushing against her. She pushed back, hard, and smiled when he ran his hands over her back. In one strong movement, he lowered her to the bed, followed her down. She lay under him, naked and open and wet and ready.

  He knotted her hair in his fist and pulled her head up to his lips. She whimpered at the dominance of what he was doing, her whole body responding to him as he just took total command. She was losing all ability to think and she loved it.

  He pulled her head away and she opened her eyes to meet his.

  “I am going to make it good for you, Annie. I’m going to make you feel so cherished and special... like the princess that you are.”

  He ran his other hand down her body. It trailed around her brea
sts, just grazing the nipples, then down her stomach. Lower. His thumb slid across her pussy and she gave a cry.

  “Easy, honey. We’re just warming up.”

  He ran his finger between her legs now, up and down between her lips. She was moving against his hand, trying to get him to touch her clit, but he was playing with her. His fingers circled her sweet bud, closer and harder, but never quite touching it.

  “Oh, Sam. Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please touch me…”

  He grazed her clit and she sobbed in shock at the bolt of electricity that ran straight out from it. “Here?”

  “Yes. Yes!”

  He did it again, his hand in her hair forcing her to meet his gaze. “Don’t you move your head, honey. I want to watch you.”

  His words flared her desire and she felt herself opening more to him. God, her pussy was practically begging for him to thrust inside of it.

  Sam looked at Annie sprawled across his bed, her creamy, lush breasts rising and falling as she panted his name and begged for him to touch her. He watched her face as his finger stroked her slit, spreading her sweet honey all over.

  Oh, God. I need to feel her.

  He slid a finger inside of her and her hips almost flew off the bed.

  “Oh! Oh, God!”

  “That’s right, honey. Just feel what I’m doing to you.”

  He pulled out, swirled around her clit, pushed back in. Out, swirl, in. Again.

  Annie could feel her muscles tensing around his plunging finger. She clutched the sheets around her writhing body and whispered, “Sam.”

  Hearing her say his name like that was the fucking sweetest thing that he'd ever heard in his life. His cock strained against his jeans in frustration, but he was determined that she was going to come against his mouth and hand first.

  He shoved a second finger inside her now, pushing high and hard, reaching for that small, sweet spot hidden so deep. He knew he hit it when her whole body arched up off the bed and she froze.

  OK, now she’s ready.

  He moved down her body and put his mouth on her clit, sucking it into his heat. She gave a small scream and he fucked her harder with his fingers, lapping at her at the same time. Sam loved her response, and knew he could just stay where he was forever… he’d just lay down between her quivering thighs and plunge and lick and thrust and taste.

  Annie didn’t want to come too fast, but he wasn’t giving her body much choice. Before she could fully process the thought of what was happening, she was shaking, crying out, coming. She gasped and let her body just react and wash her away. He held her in place as she jerked on the bed, out of control and helpless under him.

  Her thighs relaxed and fell open again. Sam licked the full length of her once more, loving how wet and passionate she was. He wiped his mouth on the sheets and lifted himself on to her curves.

  Annie was trying to catch her breath, trying to slow her wild heartbeat. Vaguely, she felt him take her in his arms and then his lips were in her hair.

  “Talk to me, honey,” he said. “Are you with me?”

  She opened her eyes, starting to regain control of her motor functions. “Yes. Ummm... kinda.”

  He laughed, then held her face gently, his thumbs running over her cheekbone. She felt her body loosening, becoming boneless at his touch once more. He heard her breathing change and he pulled her to him slowly, pulled her in for a kiss. Their tongues met, retreated, met again. He was hard again, harder than before, and all he wanted was to get these damn jeans off.

  As if she heard his thoughts, Annie ran her hands down his body and heard him groan low in his throat. Encouraged, she touched him lightly through his jeans, felt his heat and hardness. His hands fell to his sides and his eyes closed. Her fingers were stroking him now, delicate touches as soft as feathers. Sam turned his head, trying to stay calm.

  “Can we take these off?” she said pertly. "Make you more comfortable?"

  He opened his eyes and they were hazy and warm, like melted chocolate. “Are you sure you're ready? Maybe you need a break?”

  “Oh, yes. I'm sure.” She practically licked her lips at the thought of him inside of her. “And oh, no. No break.”

  He kicked off his socks, undid his jeans, lowered them down his powerful thighs. She watched as he emerged, his erection so huge that his boxers were tented out. He dropped his jeans on to the floor and she reached for him. He groaned again as her fingers curled around his hardness, moving up and down slowly, then faster.

  God, the heat of him. She'd almost forgotten what male desire really looked and felt like: it was so strong, so unmistakable. Undeniable.

  She eased her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. When he sprang free, her breath caught. He was perfect, long and thick and so hard.

  Sam watched as she lowered her head. A part of him wanted to pull her up, to protest, but she looked so… eager. Was that the word? Yes, it was. He could tell that she wanted to put her lips on him, and God knows, he wanted it too.

  It’s been so long since I was with someone. I need her, too.

  Annie licked up and down his cock, long strokes that made him shudder. Her hands were alive and she slowly gained confidence, teasing him as her tongue flicked out. He wanted to beg her to take him into her whole mouth but he lay still and trembled as she slowly worked her way down.

  Finally, finally, she touched the tip of his cock. His hips lifted and he moaned as her thumb ran around and around, pressing and stroking. A bit of salty liquid spurted out of him and she spread it around his cock, heightening the sensations. He arched his back, trying not to come right away.

  She moved down between his thighs and looked up at him. “I cannot wait to take you into my mouth.”

  He gasped, fighting down the urge to climax just at her words. “Oh, God, Annie. Please.”

  “Please what?” She was teasing him the way he had teased her earlier, her fingers stroking him, her hot breath on him, but not taking him fully, not yet.

  “Please suck me. Please…”

  She slid her mouth over his tip, just an inch. She pulled back.

  “Like that?”

  “More… deeper. Oh, God, princess. More.”

  Holding his eyes, she moved her mouth on to him. She slid down his cock, her tongue alive, and she took more and more of him in to her sweet mouth. He gasped and shook with the effort of staying in control, but he was losing it fast.

  Annie slid up again, torturously slowly, making him wait for it, totally in control now, and loving it. She swirled around the tip, moved down. Faster now, more pressure. His hands were in her hair lightly, his thighs open and spread to her, his head thrown back. He shook, tensed, shook again.

  He knew he couldn’t take it much longer and he hauled her up on his body, ignoring her gasp of surprise. He plunged his tongue in her mouth, ground his sex against her belly.

  “I want to be inside of you, baby,” he whispered. “Do you want that too?”

  She nodded, her pussy wet and primed. He reached for a condom in the nightstand and she watched with breathless anticipation as he slid it down his length. He lay down and reached for her.

  “Up here.” He pulled her on to his body, spreading her thighs on either side of him, and she rose above him like a goddess. In this moment, she forgot about her caesarian scars, her floppy breasts, her jiggly tummy, her too-soft thighs. Sam wanted her – that much was clear – and here with him, she felt desirable, sexy, beautiful. He rubbed himself against her heat and she responded immediately, her hips thrusting forward, searching for him. Needing him.

  In one move, he lifted her and lowered her on to him, driving into her body all the way. She sobbed as he stretched her lips over his cock, taking him in, fluttering as her pussy welcomed him. His hands ran over her neck, her breasts, her ass. He grasped her hips and started to move her on him, rolling her back and forth. She rode him, her back arching, her breath coming faster and harder as
he plunged as hard as he could.

  Sam wanted it to go on forever, but her pussy had different ideas. It contracted, tensed, milked a response from him. In a matter of seconds, her whole body was quaking above him and he knew she was there again.

  “Come for me,” he said. He pressed his thumb on her clit, stroked it, circled it. “Come for me, Annie.”

  She stared down at him, at his gorgeous face, and felt her orgasm begin. She gave a cry and let herself break apart; this one was deeper and stronger than her first orgasm, and she shut her eyes as the waves shook her. Her climax and frantic movements set him off, and he pushed in to her harder and faster, reaching for the very heart of her.

  Sam let out a shout as he came, holding her in place as he ground in to her trembling body. When she collapsed on to his chest, he pulled her as close as he could, his hands on her back, stroking gently. They stayed like that for a minute, calming, their bodies relaxing. After a few deep breaths, Sam spoke.

  "Annie?"

  "Yes, Sam?"

  "Would you like a glass of water?"

  "Oh, yes. Yes, please. But let me get it, OK?"

  "You sure?"

  "Mmm-hmmm." She slid her legs off the bed, carefully got to her feet, making sure that her legs could hold her up. "I need to go the bathroom for a minute, anyway. I'm... uh... a bit messy."

  "You don't say?"

  She flashed him a saucy look. "You didn't notice?"

  "Maybe a bit."

  She laughed, wrapped a sheet around her lush curves, then disappeared. Sam took advantage of these few minutes to get rid of the condom – always such an awkward little moment – and he was still standing there when Annie returned carrying two glasses of cool water.

  He took one from her, took a few deep gulps. "Thanks."

  "Sure. It's my job."

  "So." Sam set his glass on the bedside table, took hers too. "Did you clean up the mess?"

  "Yes."

  "Did you really?"

  "Yes." She grinned. "You want to check?"