Wild Irish (Book 1 of the Weldon Series)

by Jennifer Saints

  “To be honest, I don’t want a beer. I want you to stop being so polite. I want you to kiss me. I want you to give me everything you’ve got--”

  He didn’t wait to hear any more. He tossed his beer over the side of the tub. Foam spewed up in a shower, but he ignored it and reached for her. Pulling her into his lap, he angled his mouth over hers. She met his kiss with hot hunger, running her hands over his chest, shoulders, around his neck until she slid her fingers into his hair. He wanted to feel her everywhere. Taking hold of her hips, he turned her to straddle his legs and the T-shirt slid up, leaving naked flesh for his hands.

  “Hell woman,’ he said gasping, arching his erection up against her feminine flesh. Finding out she’d left off her underwear had nearly made him come like a teenager having a wet dream. His pulse pounded as if gunfire dogged his steps.

  “Lexi, Lexi, Lexi.” He moved his hands under the T-shirt, feeling along the silky curves of her hips then higher, not stopping until he palmed her breasts. A slice of heavenly pie didn’t even come close to describing the sensations coursing through him.

  He had to taste her again. Kissed her hard, he slid his hands down and edged her shirt up and he moved his lips down her throat. With her knees on either side of his thighs, she arched up, bringing her breasts to his lips. He suckled one nipple through the wet T-shirt, his hands cupping and kneading her ass as he pressed her closer to his mouth. She moaned.

  Finally, he grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and stripped it off her, giving her no time to think before he found her other nipple and ravished it. She was soft, lily white, like cream tinged with peaches. He doubted she’d ever been nude outside before, but she should have. She looked glorious in the sunshine.

  Standing up, he set her on the edge of the tub and looked at her. She still wore the pearls and he had to admit that she looked sexy as hell completely naked but for the luminous beads about her throat. They suited her as if she too were a shimmering treasure. She’d ditched her diamond ring and he frowned at the absence of that barrier. Part of him wanted that ring back on her finger, wanted the distance he could create by it.

  “What’s wrong?” Her eyes were deliciously dazed.

  “Not a thing, Sunshine.” He shoved his thoughts aside. He had her naked and he wasn’t going to miss out on a thing. “I just want to look at how gorgeous you are.”

  “Like before,” she said.

  He’d said almost the same thing twelve years ago. “You remember?” he asked.

  She nodded, her eyes too damn expressive of things he didn’t want to think about. Hell, he didn’t want to hear that she remembered the past, it made everything more personal. But when he looked into her eyes, he couldn’t deny that he remembered too. “Yeah, like before,”

  “But different this time.” She reached out and pulled on his trunks, catching him a bit off guard. “This time I’m going to see and get all of you.”

  He liked her aggression, her hunger, and her sensual innocence. Sex wasn’t a game for her, it wasn’t a jaded act, it was an exploration she eagerly sought and he was ready for the trip. He smiled as he took a condom out of his pocket and set it on the side of the tub next to her. Then he slipped the tie of his trunks loose and slid them off. His full erection rode on top of the swirling water, its warm waves caressing him and his sensitive sacs. She reached for him and he stepped back.

  From the smoldering fire in her green eyes, he knew she wanted him now and if she touched him, he’d have no choice but to take her. “First I get to taste you, all over,” he said against her mouth, sucking lightly on her lips and tongue before moving lower.

  Her breasts filled the palms of his hand, just right. Her peach-rose nipples jutted upward, begging for him to suck them again and he did. This time he didn’t have to nudge her legs open to fit between them, she welcomed him, spreading her legs wider and leaning back. She sat on the smooth marbled corner of the tub, her feet in the water, but the rest of her ripe for the taking. He feasted on her breasts and when she squirmed against him wanting more, he moved lower, running his tongue over the soft concave planes of her stomach.

  Then, resting on his knees in the water, he spread her legs wider. She leaned back, her hands resting on the outer edge of the tub, and watched him, eyes half-mast. Her blonde curls were wet and shimmered in the sunlight. He spread her lower lips open for his kiss, sliding his tongue over the sensitive hotspot hidden there. Her hips jerked in response. She moaned; the deep low sound sent tingles of pleasure through him. Sometimes life didn’t get any better than making a woman hot. He kissed her there long and hard until he could feel her excitement and desire mounting to a fevered pitch, her breaths were gasps, her legs had tensed, and her hips were undulating with need. Then he backed off and grabbed the condom.

  By the time she opened her eyes and said, “Jesse, please,” he was ready. He pulled her hips closer to the edge of the tub and slid home, grunting as an intense wave of pleasure washed over him. Then he plunged deeper and deeper, relentlessly driving them both to an orgasm.

  Alexi shuddered, her body arching higher with every thrust as she pressed the core of her need against Jesse. She felt the elemental power of his thrusts, the excitement, and the wild desire that kept burning hotter and hotter. He was so male, so masculine and hard, and all that power drove deep inside of her. Steamy water caressed her feet, hot sunshine and cool breezes slid over her body and across her breasts. She grabbed his shoulders, pressing closer to him. She tipped her head back, saw the sun, and reveled in the incredible realization that she was making love outside…again. This time wantonly naked. Jesse’s hard erection filled her, drove her wilder. Sexually, it was as if she’d waited forever for him. Her blood roared in her ears, her heart pounded in her chest, and she thought that any second she would explode into a million pieces.

  “You make me burn, Sunshine,” Jesse said as he slammed deep into her. “Burn for me too.” His finger flicked over the sensitive heart of her sex, and she climaxed, impossibly flying even higher than before. The shards of pleasure wracking her body were so intense that she could do nothing but shudder and cling to him.

  Shit, Jesse thought. His knees were weak, his vision had blurred, and his heart thundered painfully. He felt that was about to pass out from an orgasm. It had to be the heat, from the sun, from the hot tub. Heat stroke. That was it. There was no way that having sex with a woman, any woman, could reduce him to a puddle of mud. He hated like hell to pull out and move away from Alexi, but he had to plant his ass somewhere quick or keel over. As he slid from her hot sex, he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash bin then fell back onto the bench seat of the tub and pulled her into his lap. Her pebbled nipples rode the top of the water and he gave each rosy tip a quick suck. He couldn’t resist. He could have been dying and he would have done the same. She moaned as if she felt the same way.

  After a while, they left the tub for the lounge chair. He laid back and situated her between his legs so they could both rest in the warmth of the sun. It didn’t take long before the sexy languor of having her naked and in his arms after all these years had him wanting her again.

  She wanted everything he had to give? He’d give it to her big time. Reaching down, he cupped her sex with his palm. “What turns you on, Lexi. What’s your fantasy?”

  She leaned her head into the crook of his shoulder and looked at him, her gaze, still misty with pleasure. “I’ve never thought about—”

  “Never, Lexi?” Reaching down, he slid a finger between the folds of her sex and caressed with tiny strokes as he whispered in her ear. “You’ve never had a fantasy? Never thought about having sex outside? Having sex in a hot tub? Never thought about being nude someplace you maybe shouldn’t?”

  She arched her back, pressing her sex to his hand. “Uh, maybe, I, uh, have.”

  “Where, Lexi? Where are you in that fantasy?”

  Jesse felt her hips respond more to his touch, thrusting for more action, but she didn’t answer him. He lift
ed his hand away. “Tell me. Where are you?”

  She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. She wanted more of his touch, but wasn’t ready to share any secrets.

  “You know how I see you, Lexi? I see you in a black dress at some classy party and I’m wondering if you’re wearing anything under that dress all evening. You make me wonder with seductive looks, a stolen kiss, a slow dance. Then I see you sneak outside and disappear into a moonlit gazebo. I follow, coming up behind you, and I discover you’re not wearing anything under your dress.” He moved his other hand and plucked at her breast, flicking his finger over her nipple until it beaded with need. She moaned and arched her back, clearly buying into his fantasy.

  “You’re hot and ready for me and I take you from behind. We have sex right there in the moonlight, with people only yards away and no one knows it. Now that I’ve confessed one. What’s your fantasy, Lexi? Tell me, sunshine.”

  “Mirrors,” she gasped. “Watching you touch me, watching you make love to me would be like perfect art in motion.”

  Jesse smiled. He was more than ready to make her little fantasy a reality. “Come on, Lex. I do mirrors.” Easing up from the chair, he snagged towels for them both then led her to his bedroom. The closet door held a full-length mirror, not ideal, but it’d do.

  He got a condom, some massage oil, and a chair. Then he turned to her, ready for seduction, but she wasn’t facing the mirrors. She stood gazing at the view of the ocean from the wall of glass sliding doors. The expression on her face seemed to reflect his own reaction the first time he saw the sprawling horizon of endless beauty.

  "This is beautiful," she whispered. “So peaceful. So…relaxing. So unlike my family’s home.”

  Jesse paused. He didn’t want to make that emotional connection, didn’t want to reach out and touch the vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. He slid his hand to her shoulders and turned her to face the mirrors.

  "No. You’re beautiful," he said. She still had her hair up in an elaborate mass of curls, though quite a few strands had escaped, giving her the look of a lady who’d been taken. That he’d been the one to do the taking felt like warm whiskey inside his gut.

  “See how beautiful,” he said softly in her ear, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. He kissed the back of her neck, still smelling the faint scent of lavender on her skin and he slid his fingers into her hair, seeking out the tiny pins holding her curls captive and freeing her glossy strand to fall in a mass of silky waves about her shoulders.

  She watched him, curious and expectant as he reached around for the tuck holding up her towel and paused. The rapid beat of her heart pulsed against his arm and his own heart leaped in anticipation. Together, in the mirror, they were a contrast of light and dark. Her blonde hair to his black, her creamy white skin to his roughed tanned body. She came to just below his chin, so softly feminine to his hard length.

  “You like watching me touch you, Lexi?” he asked softy, slipping the towel loose, and letting it fall to their feet. He did the same with his towel. Her rose nipples had softened and he ran his hands over her as she watched. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking when I touch you?”

  She licked her lips, watching. “Yes.” Her answer was barely audible.

  Knowing that she wanted to watch had a potent thrill in it, made the sex more real, more visually satisfying. “When I see you like this, I’m thinking I can’t wait for you. I’m thinking I want to see your face flush, your eyes lose focus, and your body melt as I make you come.” He poured some oil into his hand. The smell of cinnamon surrounded them and he relished the fragrance. “Spicy sweet. Hot candy. Like you.” He spread the oil over her breasts, making her slick.

  Alexi gasped as the cinnamon oil made her breasts tingle, then yearn to be soothed by his hands. She knew Jesse had to hear her heart thundering, had to know that in any second she felt as if she would come when he touched her and that turned her on. The heat of his arousal pressed firmly against the small of her back. He wanted her again and that turned her on even more.

  “I like making you hot, making you so hot that you don’t care about anything but feeling me inside of you.”

  She watched him play with her breasts, cup them and mold them until her nipples were hard, until she moaned with need. “Yes. I want you inside.”

  “Soon,” he whispered into her ear, making her shiver. Her breasts ached for more of his touch, and she arched her back needing his hands on her nipples and so many other places, but he moved to her back.

  His gaze in the mirror was intent, watching her every reaction as he spread oil from her shoulders to buttocks and beyond. Everywhere he touched, every place he slid his fingers exploring her body, she tingled and simmered. She felt hotter and hotter, as if fire licked her, wanting to tease her until she came apart with need. He took more oil and covered her stomach, moving lower and lower with his touch until her whole body shimmered with the stimulating oil.

  “Set your foot on the chair, Lexi. Open yourself for me.”

  She did as he asked, feeling decadent, feeling glorious, feeling awed that she’d never let herself delve into this world of rich sensuality before. How was it possible? How could she have only let herself know uninspired sex? The truth hit her hard. She hadn’t wanted anything more because she’d been comfortable and safe with things that way.

  Jesse spread her leg wider then he poured the spicy oil over her sex, wiping out any chance of thought. In the mirror she watched him touch her. He slid his finger down and flicked it back and forth over her clit then from behind with his other hand he pushed a finger inside of her throbbing sex and pumped in and out, adding two fingers then three until she was on fire for him.

  “That’s it, Lexi. That’s it. You don’t care about anything else but me making you come right now, do you?”

  “Jesse, come inside now. Please.” She pressed her bottom back against the hot thrust of his erection.

  He backed away, slipping his fingers from her hot core and giving her clit one last flick before he left her. She nearly fell over from the lack of his support and had to bring her leg down from the chair. She felt dazed and bereft.

  Jesse sat in the chair and held up a condom. “You want me then come and get me.” He stretched his legs out, leaving his erection jutting straight up, flushed red and thick with need. The devilish gleam in his eyes told her he was more than ready for anything she wanted to do.

  Turning to face him, she took the condom, feeling hesitant. He was so sexual. So potent. This was so sexual. Sex for the most part had been a late night seduction after dinner or a movie, with the lights low and a few glasses of wine to mellow both the senses and her sensibilities. She’d never known this hot flagrant, hedonistic enjoyment of sex for no other reason than to give each other pleasure. She could hardly believe it was her, Alexandria Jordan standing here nude and oiled, burning to have sex again. And as scary as the thought seemed, any way she looked at it, she couldn’t imagine doing something like this with anyone but Jesse, a man she’d wanted so much as a teen that she’d broken every rule to have him. Smiling, she walked his way. “Come and get you?”

  “Yeah. Whatever you want, sunshine, it’s yours.”

  “We had a wager, didn’t we? Dances and kisses, I believe.”

  “Uh, Lexi. I don’t think this is the time to dance. It’d be a bit too painful at the moment.”

  “You want those kisses, don’t you?”

  Grinned, he spread his legs a little, making his arousal more prominent. “It’s rather obvious that I do. What do you have in mind?”

  “A bargain. You get your kisses now and I get an equal number of dances later.”

  “Deal.”

  “Don’t guess you’re in any condition to negotiate, are you?”

  “No. I’ll regret whatever I have to, later. Come here.”

  She slid to her knees beside the chair. Looking up, she saw his pupils dilate as she took his erection between her hands and caressed him. “Where,” she ask
ed softly. “Where exactly did you want me to kiss you?”

  Jesse moaned. “You’re killing me, sunshine. I’ll take them anywhere you won’t regret giving them. It’s your choice.”

  She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his arousal, tentatively at first, then a little more boldly. Then she looked in the mirror and watched herself touching his erection, kissing his erection, licking his erection. She ran her tongue over the silky smooth flesh, feeling the heat, feeling his body pulse with need. He watched her licking and sucking him, too. His hands clenched and his body trembling from her touch. Encouraged, she drew the head of his penis into her mouth deeper, swirling her tongue over him, doing it again and again. His groan was deep and guttural and she lost track of time, enjoying herself by making him feel.

  He grabbed her shoulders. “No more. Not this time.” He gently nudged her. “Look at yourself, Lexi. See the wild sexy, siren that I see. Damn, I have got to get inside you or die.”

  In the mirror, she saw herself, kneeling beside him, her body glistening with oil, her hair a wild tangle about her shoulders. Her lips were puffy, her eyes languorous. He was looking at her as he opened and slid on the condom, all dark and dangerous, and so blatantly sexual.

  “Stand up and face the mirror, Lexi. I want you to see me inside of you.”

  When she turned, he pulled her down onto his lap and spread her legs, pressing them to rest on the outside of his thighs. The flushed folds of her sex lay open and his erection brushed them. Lifting her hips, he eased her onto him, groaning.

  Alexi gasped as he filled her, as she watched his erection disappear into her. Then sliding one hand back and forth across her breasts and the other down to rub the hardened nub of her sex, he pushed deeper. Watching him touch her, watching his intensity as he plucked at her nipple, flicked her clit, and thrust up into her again and again, propelled her into new sexual territory and heightened her senses to a fevered pitch. It was as if he bared a deep, sensual part of herself she’d always kept secret, had always feared to admit existed.