Let Me Love You

by Jessica Jayne

  “You think that’s funny, do you? You don’t think I can hurt you with this?” She waved the hair brush in the air. “Do you want to test it out?” She stepped out of the darkened den and into the hallway lit by the glint of the moon. Air halted in his lungs, stopping his ability to breathe.

  Her chestnut hair fell in disheveled waves over her shoulders. The fear that clouded her eyes seconds ago also shined with determination. She worried her plump bottom lip with her teeth, causing blood to rush to his groin as he imagined chewing on that same lip. Her red t-shirt clung to her pert breasts, accentuating her lack of a bra with her nipples poking at the fabric. The shirt fell to her hips, where black boy shorts wrapped around her like a second skin, further showing off her tone thighs and calves.

  “You’re beautiful.” The words burst from his mouth without much thought. His blood traveled south and left him with a basic vocabulary. Quite possibly his next words would be, “You’re mine.”

  “Don’t try to distract me with compliments.” Her mouth pulled in a straight line and her brows drew down. Adorable. Feisty. He wanted her.

  “I don’t know, Stace,” he teased, playing the little game. Hoping it would end exactly the way he’d like it to—them naked and tangled up with each other. “I’m a pretty decent-sized guy, not that I’m bragging or anything.”

  She huffed and rolled her eyes.

  “I’m not sure you could bludgeon me with a hair brush. Perhaps we can go over some self-defense strategies later, like next time grab a knife, a pan, or a baseball bat. That might actually scare an intruder.”

  “You’re an arrogant son of a gun.”

  She strutted toward him, purpose glowing in her eyes. She gripped the brush like a serial killer might grip a knife. Ren couldn’t tell if she came toward him with the intent of hitting him or getting in his face. Either way, he intercepted, grabbing and bringing her wrist behind her back. He pressed forward, pushing her back against the wall. She grunted and struggled.

  “What are you going to do now?” he whispered in her ear. She shivered against him. Encircling her other wrist with his free hand, he pinned it down by her side. He lined up with her, his pelvis against her belly, and moaned at her softness. “I’m sorry I frightened you.”

  “This is the second time you’ve snuck up on me and scared the life out of me. Is this going to become a habit?” Raw emotion scattered across her face and it hit him. He’d really frightened her.

  “I promise not to make it a habit.” He released one wrist and skimmed his fingers across her smooth cheek. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

  “Did you ever hear of knocking?” Her breath skittered across his skin causing goose bumps to rise. She affected him inside and out.

  “I wanted to surprise you.” He leaned in closer, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling her fresh orange blossom scent.

  “Mission accomplished.”

  “I had to see you.” He rested his forehead against hers. Their gazes locked. “I had to touch you, kiss you.” He pressed a soft kiss to her nose. “Prove to myself that Saturday wasn’t a dream. The last two days have been torture.”

  “A little melodramatic for a macho guy like yourself, no?”

  He wanted to show her macho. Rip her bottoms off and fuck her hard against the wall. Show her how much he missed her. Needed her. But he got lost in her Caribbean ocean blue eyes, and a gentleness, or the closest thing to gentle he could feel when he was wrapped so tightly in lust, settled over him.

  He brushed his lips softly over hers. The feathery touch sent a chill down his spine, but a heat swam low in his groin. She had this effect on him, tying him in knots of contradiction. She whimpered and dropped the brush on the floor with a clatter. He relaxed his grip on her wrist, but kept the kiss intense.

  Pressing his lips into hers, he flicking his tongue over her seam. She tasted like cinnamon with a hint of red wine, a flavor that had him wanting more. Delicious. When her lips parted with a sigh, he dipped his tongue into her mouth. She closed around him and sucked. His erection pulsed and pressed against his pants. Visions of her using that mouth on other parts flooded his brain.

  This woman owned him! He’d do anything she asked if she would simply open her heart and let him in. Let him love her.

  “I lose my mind when you’re around.” Her words cascaded across his lips.

  “I’m fine with that if you are,” he whispered back.

  He smiled against her mouth before pushing his tongue back into the warm, sweet recesses, thoroughly licking and exploring every crevice. He gripped her waist and pulled her even closer. The feel of her curves pressed against him, her softness touching his hardness had him on fire.

  His need reached new heights. After two days of reliving their afternoon together, he wanted to prove their link had been as real as he remembered. That their connection hadn’t been in his imagination.

  Drawing her away from the wall, he walked her backwards toward the living room, directing her with his hands on her hips, all the while kissing her. The flicker from the television guided him through the darkness.

  When he reached the coffee-colored leather couch, he laid her on her back, breaking their kiss. She stared up at him, eyes hooded and lips swollen. He loved this look on her—lusty-eyed and thoroughly kissed. He wanted to take his phone and snap a photo of her exactly like this so he could look at her whenever he wanted. But he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

  Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed the cloth on the floor. Her gaze traveled over him in a hungry fashion, and a soft whimper rolled from her lips, exciting the hell out of him. No doubt of her attraction to him. But he wanted more than that. He wanted her heart.

  “You look amazing lying there.” He kicked off his flip-flops and undid his jeans, pushed his pants down his legs until they pooled at his feet, then stepped out of them. Placing a knee between her legs, he lowered himself, keeping above her with one hand next to her shoulder and the other on the back of the couch so he didn’t crush her. “I can’t wait to be inside you again. I’ve thought of little else since Saturday.” His heart raced, adrenaline coursing through his veins like he ran an adventure race and the finish line was in sight.

  She raised her hips to meet his, brushing his erection. He hissed at the contact, his cock so engorged it was almost painful. His desire ratcheted up a level and he had to rein it in, slow himself down.

  Lowering his head, he kissed her, tangling their tongues. He licked and nipped her lips, plunging into her mouth, savoring her sweet flavor. They twisted and slid against each other like a sultry salsa dance. He kissed her cheeks, down her neck, and across her collarbone. Her soft murmurs drove him wild. The need to thrust into her, claim her overcame him. He squeezed the leather couch cushion until his fingers cramped, forcing him to focus on her, not his needs.

  Moving lower, he grazed his lips across the mound of her breast before taking her nipple in his mouth, t-shirt included. She inhaled sharply and arched, giving herself to him. He teased her nipple, sucking, biting.

  He shifted to the other breast to give the same attention. Stacey’s fingers clamped in his short hair, grasping the back of his head and holding him. His name slipped off her lips more than once sounding like a plea. He loved the sound. His heart expanded in his chest.

  He worked his way down her body, kneeling on the floor next to the couch and positioning himself between her legs. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of her boy shorts, he slid them down her toned legs, revealing a dusting of brown hair covering her swollen pink pussy glistening with her arousal.

  “Fuck.” He huffed out a breath at the sight of her splayed before him. He’d seen her naked but not like this. Spread before him like a personal gift, an offering on an altar. He’d never tire of the view. Never get enough of her.

  Leaning forward, he trailed kisses over her abdomen. He traced in and around her belly button with the tip of his tongue, leaving her skin damp and her abdominal muscles rippling.
Her musky feminine scent cloaked him the lower he traveled and roused him in a way like never before. Every one of his muscles tensed. His body strained to keep control, his cock throbbing in his boxer briefs. He wanted this to be about her, his worship of her.

  Lifting his head, he took in her creamy skin flushed with arousal. A dreamy haze clouded her eyes. Her lips separated as ragged breaths burst from her.

  “You’re quite a sight.” He floated his hands up her inner thighs, his tongue following close behind. She squirmed and tugged at his head, trying to bring him to the apex of her legs. He hovered over her pussy, his breath pulsing over her moist skin.

  She trembled.

  “Please.” She rolled her hips, attempting contact. She wanted him there and he wanted to be there. More than she’d ever know or understand. Since their first encounter, he’d been dying to taste her, and not off his fingers. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and make himself at home.

  “What do you want?” He resisted her pull on his head even though it killed him. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

  “Lick me. Please. I want your tongue on my pussy. In my pussy. Fuck, I want you to make me come.” The need in her voice made him giddy and hornier than a dog in heat. He pressed his lips along the edge of her core, not quite making contact where she desired. A strangled sound escaped, her frustration evident.

  “I like when you tell me what you want. It’s sexy as fuck.” He blew on her glistening sex. Her legs tremored. “I’m about to ruin you for other men. No one will take care of your pussy the way I will.” He blew on her again while his fingers pulled her apart.

  “Ren. Please.”

  “No more begging, baby.” If he didn’t taste her now, he might burst into flames. He licked into her folds, lapping her spicy flavor onto his tongue. She jerked at the contact and cried out.

  He almost lost control. She tasted amazing, spicy and earthy, and something just her. The way her body responded tied him in knots, his stomach flipping with each movement and sound that escaped her. He wanted to make her come undone, until every quake of her orgasm released. And then do it again.

  Relax and enjoy her. He recited the mantra in his head. Her orgasm would happen regardless. But he didn’t want to rush this. He had to keep telling himself that last bit in order to fight the feral desire to take her.

  He swiped his tongue through her folds and over her clit, coating his tongue with her juices. She bucked off the couch with each lash. He teased her opening, rimming it. She writhed, her hips grinding into him. He caught her watching him with hooded eyes, pleading for him to enter her.

  “Is this what you want?” He penetrated her opening with his tongue. Hard to believe, but she tasted even sweeter on the inside. Feminine. He could spend eternity between her legs doing this.

  “Yes,” she hissed, her head dropping to a pillow on the couch.

  He fucked her with his tongue, sliding in and out, licking up through her folds, bottom to top and swiping her clit before diving back in. She thrashed on the couch. The sounds she elicited made him sure he would come in his boxer briefs, but he didn’t care. She’d be worth that embarrassment.

  Pulling her leg over his shoulder, he buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit between penetrations with his tongue. She tensed, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving evidence this was happening. He recognized the signs of her impending orgasm. Wanting to feel her pussy tighten around something of his when she came, he pushed two fingers inside her cunt and sucked her clit hard.

  Stacey exploded. Cried out his name over and over, her core contracting around his fingers, pulling them deeper. He curled his fingers, reaching for that spot that would draw out every spasm of her orgasm. Her juices seeped onto his hand, coating his palm. Her breath pumped out in hard bursts. His heart swelled with pride. He brought her to the precipice of pleasure and coaxed her off, leaving her sated.

  After several minutes, she relaxed, her body limp and spent. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. He slipped his fingers from her warmth, lapping up her juices, not wanting to waste a single drop. He kissed his way up, savoring the taste of her salty skin now shimmering with perspiration.

  Her t-shirt bunched at her chest and he pulled the cloth over her head, exposing her breasts. He rested on top of her. Flesh to flesh. His hips nestled between her legs. Her heat seeped through the fabric of his underwear. He lowered his mouth, kissing her tenderly, nuzzling her.

  She raised her hips, meeting his, the pressure on his erection forcing a moan from his lips. He was on edge, so close to exploding. So worked up he feared the second he entered her it would be over.

  “I need you inside me.” She licked at him and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. When her teeth sunk down, he growled. The thin line between pleasure and pain heightened his arousal.

  She hooked her thumbs in the sides of his boxer briefs, pushing them down his hips. He assisted her, wanting them off more than he’d ever wanted anything. His cock fell free of the fabric and she gripped him snuggly, stroking over him root to tip. His eyes rolled back in his head. So good. He pulled her hand free. Any more of that and he’d erupt on her belly, not that he’d mind marking her that way. But he had other plans.

  He grabbed his pants on the floor and removed the condom from his pocket. After ripping the package open, he sheathed his pulsating cock. Lining the head with her opening, he thrust forward, entering her quick and hard. Her arousal made his entrance smooth. They both growled, but their gazes never left each other. They stared, pleasure dancing between them and something else, something emotional.

  “Fuck.” He held still, buried to the hilt, his forehead falling to hers.

  His breath shortened and came out in hard pants like he’d run a marathon at less than a six-minute mile pace. The walls of her pussy clung to him, gripping him like a vise. He gritted his teeth, his restraint diminishing. He wanted to slam into her, to come so hard inside her, stake his claim, make her his.

  He’d never had this possessive feeling for a woman. Of course, coming was always the goal of sex, but this, this closeness, this desire to give her everything—all of him—this was new.

  “It’s okay. Let go.” The emotion in her eyes broke him. She scraped her fingernails down his back. He arced into her, slamming his mouth on hers. He lost his restraint, pistoning into her, pinning her to the leather with each stroke in desperation. Her nails dug into his ass. Their tongues dueled for control as his body lost all sense of everything around him. Even the murmur of Jimmy Fallon on the Tonight Show in the background couldn’t distract him.

  “Oh. My. God.” The heat in his belly spread. An electric current shot out to his nerve endings as he pulled his cock out of her tight warmth, then slammed back in. She raised her hips with each thrust, meeting him in his frenzy. Arching her back and stripping her mouth from his, she screamed his name. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and that was it. He trembled limb to limb. Drove once, twice more, and came hard. His come pumped into her in long spurts. He ground out his orgasm, circling his hips until they were both shuddering. Despite his best efforts, he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. She wrapped her arms around his back and held him.

  Nothing had ever felt so right. This was exactly what he wanted. Once he discarded the condom, they passed out tangled in each other.

  Chapter Seven

  Thump! Thump!

  Stacey startled awake. Ren’s breath hit the back of her neck in soft little bursts. His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close. A small smile that shouldn’t be there split her lips. She knew that, but couldn’t help it. She hadn’t slept so good, so soundly, in months.

  Shaking her head to rid the morning cobwebs, she noticed the first glimpse of daylight seeping through her living room windows. Her glass of pinot noir sat half-gone on the coffee table. She’d completely forgotten about it after he arrived. They’d fallen asleep on the couch where Ren had ravished her.

 
; Thoughts of his wicked tongue working between her legs and his naked body moving against hers caused her skin to tingle. He’d wrung her dry until she had no orgasms left.

  He knew his way around her body. It had been fantastic. Amazing. She’d never been so sexually satisfied. Though she wasn’t dreaming of some long-standing relationship—God knew that couldn’t happen—a few nights of rumpled sheets with him wasn’t the end of the world. In fact, this was quite possibly the beginning of her getting out of the funk that had plagued her for months.

  Thump! Thump!

  Someone knocked at the front door. That’s what must have jarred her awake in the first place.

  “Shit.” She tried to pull away from his hold. Panic percolated in her chest, constricting her heart and making it difficult to breathe. She lay on the couch naked with Ren while someone pounded at the door. Who the hell would be knocking at this hour? The only people she could think of were Ren’s parents. Her stomach lodged in her throat and a sick feeling permeated through her.

  “Uh-uh,” Ren whimpered groggily, dragging her closer as he pressed his pelvis against her backside. He was already hard. Despite the situation, her body stirred at the feel of him. “I want to wake up inside you, Stace.”

  Stacey pushed aside the rush of lust.

  “Ren, get up. Someone’s at the front door.”

  “Oh shit.” Ren scrambled up, grabbed his jeans, and pulled them on. He dragged his fingers through his hair, his jerky movements indicative of nerves.

  Stacey dragged her t-shirt over her head and scurried down the hallway to her bedroom, avoiding the foyer and the front door. She needed to throw on a more appropriate outfit before answering.

  “Ren, what are you doing here? And half dressed for that matter?” Stacey heard Shannon’s voice.

  He’d answered the door! Fuck!

  Stacey slipped into a pair of jean shorts and a blue tank top, then paused in front of her dresser mirror.