Take a Chance Erotic Romance Box Set

by Caridad Piñeiro

  Sweet lord, but his mouth was heaven, she thought. Soft. Hard. Warm. Cool. Delicious, she thought as his mouth invited her to play until they finally broke apart, both of them shaking with need.

  He gestured toward the dunes and said, “Would you like to sit for a moment?”

  After a nervous glance at the sand and growing awareness of what might follow, she nodded. Together they moved toward the protection of the dunes and as they neared a spot thick with grasses and the fragrant roses, Tommy whipped off his jacket and laid it on the ground for her.

  “It'll get ruined,” she said, fearing the worst for the fine fabric of the tuxedo.

  “Don't worry. It can handle a little sand and I don't want you to get your dress dirty.”

  Her dress which probably cost only a fraction of what his designer duds did. The thought made her hesitate and prompted him to ask, “What's wrong, Jasmine?”

  She motioned between the two of them and said, “This. You and me. I don't normally do this kind of thing and even if I did, now is not the right time.”

  He jerked a hand through the wavy strands of his hair with obvious frustration and looked away toward the surf. It had grown darker, but a full moon was emerging, casting all kinds of shadows along the chiseled lines of his features. Those mobile and sexy lips were a harsh line amidst all those shadows. As he faced her again, those beautiful brown almost almond-shaped eyes were filled with pain.

  “I don't normally do this either, Jasmine. And for shit sure this isn't what I expected for tonight, but I want you. I thought you wanted me, too.”

  She had never been one to play games. “I do want you, but . . . I’m not normally into one night stands.”

  “Me, either, but maybe it’s time to be different. Maybe it's time to give in to something we both really want,” he countered and cradled her cheek in his big hand. He skimmed his thumb across her cheekbone and said, “We can take it slow, Jasmine.”

  She had no doubt about that. Despite his assertions that he didn't normally do things like this, he struck her as the kind of man who knew just what to do to bring a woman pleasure. Deliciously toe-curling pleasure and if only for this one night, she was going to let herself feel alive again.

  “Slow is very very good, Tommy,” she said with a smile and the tightness in his features evaporated like the wash of the ocean against the sand.

  Together they scooted down onto his jacket and sat there for a long moment, anticipation building between them.

  As the breeze picked up and blew her hair across the side of her face, Tommy brushed it away and then lingered, his fingers threading into her hair to cradle her skull. He urged her to meet his gaze as he tardily lowered his head until his lips were so close that his warm breath spilled against her face.

  “You are amazing,” he said and softly brushed his lips across hers. So softly that for a moment she wondered if he'd even done so, only her lips were tingling and that feeling was spreading down throughout her body as he returned to nuzzle her lips again.

  “You're not so bad yourself,” she teased back and his smile grazed across her mouth.

  “I was worried you hadn't noticed what a sexy guy I am,” he said with a chuckle that vibrated against her lips and heightened the rush of awareness coursing through her body.

  Before she could reply, he covered her mouth with his, deepening the kiss. His lips warm and inviting as he coaxed hers to open and accept the slide of his tongue.

  He tasted decadent, like the rich foods and wines they had savored during the meal. Clean and crisp from the lemon ice the waiters had brought around to clear their palates before the next course.

  She dipped her tongue in to explore him, stroking it all along his tongue, and laid a hand on his strong shoulder to steady herself as she leaned into the kiss.

  He grasped her waist, then languidly moved upward until his hand rested beneath her breast. Her nipples tightened in anticipation, but he didn't rush, content to kiss her like there was no tomorrow.

  Which there wasn't, she reminded herself. There might not even be a later, so she enjoyed the kiss because damn he was an amazing kisser. She relaxed against him until the tips of her breasts teased the muscled wall of his chest.

  He groaned and pulled away only long enough to say, “Touch me, Jasmine. Please touch me.”

  She didn't need another push. She trailed her hand down the smooth, almost chill linen of his shirt. The muscles of his arms were rock hard, but beneath there was a fine trembling from his restraint. When she reached his chest, she palmed his well-defined pecs and tweaked the tight little nipples beneath the fabric.

  Her own nipples beaded into even stiffer nubs and she whispered against his lips, “I need you to touch me, too.”

  He raised his hand those last few inches and cradled her breast. Rubbed his thumb across the hard tip in a lazy caress until she moaned and begged, “More, Tommy. I want more.”

  * * *

  Tommy's cock jumped eagerly at her words, but he held himself in check. He urged her down onto his jacket and met her gaze directly, wanting to be sure she was ready. While there was some hesitation in the cinnamon-streaked hazel of her gaze, there was also determination.

  The front of her dress had a row of tiny little buttons that ran from a few inches below her neck to the bottom hem. While he leaned on one arm, he fumbled to open the buttons with just one hand. She quickly assisted, undoing them until the dress parted down to her navel and he eased his hand beneath to draw away one side of the fabric.

  Her skin was a creamy color beneath the daring red of her bra and panties. A rosy flush swept over her skin as he rubbed the back of his hand up her lean abs and to her breasts. He shifted his hand to her right side to draw away that part of the dress, eager to see all of her, but she snared his hand and panic swept across her features.

  “Not there,” she said, almost pleading, and in his mind's eye he recalled her earlier wince on the dance floor.

  “Is that where you were – ”

  “Yes-s-s-s,” she replied in an urgent hiss.

  He wanted to tell her that it didn't matter, but it did to her. Or at least it did right now. Maybe in time her wounds would heal, but for tonight, he knew he had to handle her gently.

  Tenderly he cradled her breast and skimmed his thumb across the taut dusky nub visible beneath the filmy fabric of her bra. “I want a taste of you,” he said as he continued his caress.

  Her body trembled beneath his touch and he leaned down, skimmed his lips across the swells of her breasts.

  She moved her hand from his chest up into his hair and held him to her, enticing him to continue with a soft satisfied cry as he rotated her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He repeated the action and then shifted down to gently nip the nub with his teeth, drawing another pleasure-filled mewl from her.

  Easing down the lacy red cup of her bra, he kissed the tip, licking and sucking it before drawing it deep into his mouth for a harder pull.

  “Oh, God, that feels good,” she said, but as he risked a quick glance at her, he saw that she was biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.

  “You can let go, Jasmine. No one will hear you. No one but me,” he said and repeated the action, sucking and pulling on the sensitive nub until she was almost writhing beneath him. She held him close with her hands and while he wanted her to bring him similar pleasure, he wanted her to find her release first.

  He trailed one hand down her center until he reached the hem of her dress and slipped between her thighs.

  The heat of her there and the musky smell of her desire as he shifted the dress upward nearly had him coming in his pants, but he wrestled down his own wants.

  She parted her thighs for him, giving him entry until he reached the rough lace and slick fabric of her panties. They were drenched from her need and beneath the fabric, her body was hot.

  So hot, he thought as he eased his fingers down beneath the panties and found the wet swollen nub of her clit. With one
quick press of his thumb, she came, crying out his name and grabbing hold of his hand to keep him from moving against her again.

  “Tommy, I'm sorry,” she keened as her body shook from the force of her release.

  “No worries, babe. I'm here for you. I'm here to make you feel good,” he said, sensing from her quick response that it had been a long time since she'd taken care of business. Because of that, he gentled his touch, barely grazing her clit and lips with the tips of his fingers. Dipping his head down to nuzzle her breast lightly before licking the tip of it again.

  Against his hand and mouth, her body quivered with need and she arched up into him, reaching for another release.

  “That's it, Jasmine. Come for me again,” he said, wanting her to have her pleasure.

  * * *

  Jasmine bit her lip and grabbed his wrist tighter as the release built inside her again.

  It had been so long since she'd had such delight. So long since she'd fulfilled her needs and been with a man.

  She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations he was creating inside her. At the tender, but sexy touch between her legs and the warm wet feel of his mouth at her breasts.

  Cradling the back of his skull, she held him there and lifted her hips, rocking them against his hand. He eased his fingers deep into her pussy and stroked her while keeping up constant pressure against her clit.

  “God, Tommy. God, that feels so good,” she said and as he shifted half onto her body, the long hard ridge of his erection rubbed along her thigh.

  Damn, but he was big and as she imagined him filling her with that amazing cock, she came again, her body shattering as her climax punched through her.

  She sobbed his name and clenched her hands in his hair and on his wrist as he slowed his caresses, letting her fall back to earth leisurely as peace replaced pleasure.

  His body was half on her, his cock still hard as steel against her thigh as she met his gaze.

  “You look beautiful when you come,” he said as he leaned over her and pulled his hand from her panties. With care he smoothed her dress down and then eased her bra back over her breast, confusing her since he hadn’t gotten any satisfaction yet.

  “Later, babe. We'll have more time together later,” he said and rose to kneel beside her, his erection a very noticeable bulge against the fabric of his pants.

  She kneeled before him and reached down to caress him, determined to give him the same pleasure he had given her.

  He closed his eyes and groaned, letting her cup and explore the length of him for only a moment before he gently covered her hand with his, stopping her.

  “You don't have to do this,” he said, his voice rough with suppressed need.

  “I want to do this.” With a naughty smile and chuckle she added, “You are a sexy guy after all and I am a determined woman.”

  He grinned and his expressive eyes glittered with joy. “I think I like you, Jasmine.”

  “I think I like you, too, Tommy,” she responded playfully and got the sense that with this man, humor and lightness would fill everything that he did. It had been way too long since she'd enjoyed that kind of simple pleasure as well.

  He relaxed his hold on her hand and while he buttoned her dress back up, she took advantage to trace the long thick shape of him beneath the fabric. His body shook as she found his sensitive head and circled around the tip.

  He blew out a harsh breath and repeated his earlier words. “Later. We'll have more time together later.”

  She wasn't sure they would and a bit of guilt riddled her at her selfishness, but she understood his haste. They'd been gone from the wedding festivities for some time and as the best man, his absence was bound to be noticed.

  He surged to his feet and helped her up as well. Scooping his jacket off the sand, he shook it out and shrugged it back on. Surprisingly, it was no worse for wear. Hand-in-hand, they hurried back to the boardwalk stairs where the mumbled words of the band leader drifted down to them.

  She made out the word “cake” and as they scampered up the wooden planks and to the lawn, they arrived just in time to watch as Jase whipped his saber off his belt, placed it across his arm, and helped Nickie cut the first slice from the wedding cake with the saber.

  The guests whooped and applauded as Jase laid the sword aside and Nickie fed him the first bite. Some of the icing ended up on the side of Jase's mouth and Nickie leaned forward and licked it off before kissing Jase.

  “They look so happy,” Jasmine said, but laced within those words was fear.

  “They’ll be okay,” he said, eased his hand around her waist, and hugged her.

  “Yeah, they will,” she replied and gestured to their table. “We should get back for the cake.”

  Trying to lighten the mood, he said, “Sweet tooth much?”

  Her lips quirked up at the sides and with a roll of her eyes, she said, “Totally.”

  He walked her back to the table, but as she sat, he leaned close and said, “I just need a minute.”

  He hurried toward the house and to the bathroom in his bedroom where he washed his hands and splashed cold water on his face. His body was still rock hard and he drew in a long breath and held it, willing away his erection.

  It was his sister’s wedding for fuck’s sake and he had to get himself under control, no matter how tempting Jasmine might be. No matter how much he wanted to understand a woman with such complex emotions. Such an undeniably attractive woman who had clearly not been involved in a long time.

  So you think you’re the guy who can be involved with her? the little voice in his head challenged.

  No, I’m not, he admitted. Jasmine wasn’t the only wounded one, not that his injuries could compare. But either way, neither of them was ready for more than just a simple one night stand. One special night of pleasure and forgetfulness before they had to go back to the real world. That they could both handle.

  With another splash of cold water against his face, he was totally in control. He dried off and hurried back down to the table. Cake and coffee had been served and most had devoured their dessert, but two big slices sat before his seat and Jasmine’s.

  “Why didn’t you eat?” he asked as he sat down beside her.

  “I was waiting for you,” she said, but there was a teasing tone in her voice. When she eyeballed his cake, he understood.

  “Liar,” he kidded. “You just wanted to have your cake and eat mine, too.”

  She held up her hand like a kid answering a question in school. “I admit it. I told you I had a sweet tooth.”

  “You’re not kidding, Doc. Remember how you traded those soaps you got from home for my chocolate bar?” Trevor said with a wink.

  “Yeah, Trevor smelled like flowers for a good month. We were all worried his stink would give away our position to the enemy,” Jim ragged his friend.

  “Beats that crap we got from the locals. I think it took off a layer of skin one time,” Trevor responded and the men all started trading stories, but he turned his attention back to Jasmine.

  “So you traded for a chocolate bar? What will you trade for this cake?” Tommy narrowed his gaze, examining her features as she looked from his cake to his face, obviously considering her options.

  “A dance?” she said, wrinkling her nose with the suggestion.

  He forked up a big bite and offered it to her. “A dance will get you this.”

  She wrapped her lips around the morsel and slipped it off her fork. Chewed, swallowed, and said, “Done, although I think I got the better part of that deal.”

  “Why’s that?” he asked and forked up another big piece.

  She leaned close and her soft smooth cheek brushed against his evening beard. “Because I like dancing with you, Tommy.”

  The erection he had subdued just moments earlier flared back to life and he swore he’d have blue balls by the end of the night.

  His hand shook a bit as he raised another forkful and he couldn't even make an offer as she spe
edily glommed the cake. “Looks like you owe me something really good now,” he said.

  Chapter 5

  Jasmine didn’t need him to say what he wanted. It was there for her to see all over his expressive face.

  And she didn’t really care that everyone at the table would notice, because in those moments while she’d waited for him, she’d seen the happiness of all those around her, except poor Trevor. Trevor who had always been the joker and playboy of the unit and now sat there so alone.

  She didn’t want to be alone tonight. Or maybe any other night, but for now she’d seize this moment.

  And Tommy. Especially since the alarm on her phone had warned her while he was gone that she had just over an hour left until she had to catch her train back to New York City.

  She covered his mouth with hers and eased her fingers into his hair to keep him near.

  When he parted his lips in surprise, she ran her tongue all across the edge of them, inviting him to deepen the kiss. He did, opening his mouth even more to accept the slide of her tongue.

  “Get a room, guys,” Trevor razzed loudly, pulling her from the moment.

  As she leaned back into her chair, her gaze locked with Tommy’s. A slow, inviting smile came to his lips and he mouthed a “Wow.”

  He forked up another bit of cake, his hand shaking as he held it to her lips.

  With a playful look and an arch of her brow, she said, “So what’s the trade, Tommy?”

  He smiled and a dimple she hadn’t noticed before winked at her from the right side of his mouth. “Surprise me.”

  She chuckled, shook her head, and said, “I thought I already had.”

  He laughed out loud and moved the fork away to eat the bite himself. “I guess you did. Now we’re even.”

  “No way, Tommy. Not even at all,” she reminded him and the rush of color to his cheeks was obvious even in the dim light. Night had fallen quickly and while the wait staff had lit candles at every table and turned on the strings of Edison lights that ran from the house and terrace to posts by the dunes, it was intimately dark.

  Dark enough for her to lay her hand on his thigh and move it higher until she cupped his erection beneath the table.