Amber's Allure: An Erotic Intentions Book

by Evie Harrison

  We talked for a few minutes about the process of choosing the land and building the house, and then her stomach let out a little growl.

  “Sorry,” she chuckled. “I haven’t eaten since the bagel I had before I went to school earlier.”

  Rising from the lounger, I pulled her up and started to walk back to the house. When we got into the kitchen, I sat her down at the island and then went to the fridge.

  “Faye made lasagna for dinner last night, so there're leftovers of that,” I said over my shoulder. “I also have a thing of California sushi rolls, tuna salad and all kinds of deli meat. I make a mean grilled cheese and avocado sandwich if that appeals. Are you hungry for anything specific?”

  “I love anything cheese and the addition of avocado sounds delicious. Can I help with anything?”

  “Yeah,” I said with a grin, “you can sit right there and inspire me.”

  As I was gathering things I needed to make the sandwich, I saw her looking around the room.

  “This kitchen is the size of my entire house,” she mused.

  “Not quite. It’s big but not that big.”

  She shook her head and gestured around with her hand. “I’m guessing this is more than a thousand square feet. My house is eleven hundred square feet in total.”

  “Alright,” I conceded. “It’s the size of your house. If you add the pantry area in, it’s just over thirteen hundred square feet.”

  “I can’t get over you living here alone. I haven’t minded living by myself when my mom is gone for work, but in a house this big I’d be looking under every bed before I could sleep. I’d have heart palpitations over every sound I heard because I’d be convinced there was an intruder.”

  I grimaced at the reminder of her living alone. I still thought it had been a shit decision on her mother’s part.

  After flipping the sandwiches to the other side with the spatula, I turned and looked back at her. She had her chin resting on her hand while she watched me cook.

  “No need to worry about that here,” I assured her. “The security system is state of the art. There are sensors and cameras all over the place, including out on the lawn. If there’s even the hint of something being off, the security company and the cops are here within five minutes. I know because I set the alarm off by accident the first week I was here.”

  “That must’ve been a fun time,” she teased.

  “It made me look and feel like a total idiot,” I admitted. “I’d just come home from an award show after party so I was pretty hammered and I hadn’t memorized all the information I needed to. Malibu’s finest were not amused, and I wound up with a five hundred dollar bill from my security company for the false alarm. Speaking of security, I need to go through all the codes and stuff with you.”

  “Since I’ll always be with you when we’re coming or going you don’t need to. It would just be a hassle for you to have to change it all when I leave.”

  Even the thought of her leaving made me sick. I didn’t immediately respond because I wanted to be face to face with her when I did. After plating our lunch, I took it over to the island and set it down. Then, I turned her on the swiveling stool, so she was facing me.

  “This is your home now, Angel. What’s happening with us doesn’t have an expiration date.”

  “We’ve only known each other for a few hours,” she reminded me. “In a few days you might be bored with and sick of me.”

  “Never,” I vowed as I shook my head emphatically.

  And then I gripped the back of her neck to hold her in place as I swooped in and kissed the ever-loving fuck out of her.

  She parted her lips with a breathy sigh that I felt in my bones. With every passing second, I was more and more certain of what I’d been thinking from the start. Natalie was my entire world, and that was never going to change.

  When our tongues touched for the first time, my heart almost galloped out of my chest. I was so hungry for her, and she tasted so fucking good it only made me want her more. She started out tentative but as the minutes passed she got more and more into it. And the more enthusiastic she got, the more I wanted her. It caused me physical pain to pull back and end the kiss. When her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me dreamily, I almost lost the will to care about anything other than fucking her. Fortunately, the sound of her stomach growling again pulled me out of the trance.

  After lunch I brought her stuff in from the car and put her in the room across the hall from mine. I’d agonized over the decision and wasn’t at all happy about it, but I couldn’t ignore that we’d just met. Being an asshole and putting her in my room seemed like the absolute wrong thing to do.

  “My bedroom is right back there,” I said as I gestured over my shoulder.

  She didn’t respond as I set both of her suitcases on the bed. When I turned and looked at her, I found her fidgeting nervously and biting her lip.

  “Angel?”

  “I thought…”

  Her cheeks went flame red as she looked away.

  “Never mind,” she said with obvious fake enthusiasm. “This room is beautiful. Thank you, Jordan.”

  “I never want there to be things unsaid between us. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

  “It’s nothing,” she assured me. “I'm an idiot.”

  “Don’t talk about yourself that way. Tell me what’s going on in your head, Angel.”

  “IthoughtIwasgoingtosleepwithyou,” she said in a breathless rush.

  My heart sped up faster than it was before as I stared down at her.

  “I don’t want to push you. How fucked is it for me to expect you to sleep in my bed?”

  “It isn’t bad if I want it, too,” she answered.

  “I never want you to look back and feel like I took advantage of you,” I said. “I need you to be as sure as I am and even though our age difference means fuck all to me, I can’t deny that it’s a big gap. I’m a lot older than you, Angel. Like, old enough to be your father.”

  “Not quite,” she said sweetly. “But if you want me to, I’ll call you Daddy.”

  Pretty damn sure my heart stopped beating for God only knows how many seconds.

  When I could breathe again, I answered.

  “I’ll be anything you want me to be,” I growled. “Your daddy, your lover, your best friend, your savior, your hero, your provider. Anything you desire, I’m going to give you. Anything you need, I’m going to make it happen. Just tell me what you want.”

  She stepped in close and slid her hands into mine.

  “I just want you,” she said. “I don’t feel like you’re rushing me. If anything, I feel like I’m rushing you. That’s the only worry that I have here—that I’m imagining things or pushing you too fast. I don’t want to be an idiot or some annoying girl you can’t get rid of.”

  I squeezed her hands as I stared down at her adoringly. “You don’t get it yet but you will, soon. I never want to get rid of you, Natalie. You never have to hide anything from me or worry about telling me what you want or need. I want to give you the fucking world.”

  “I don’t need the world,” she murmured. “I just need you.”

  “Be sure, Angel. Because once I take your stuff into that room across the hall, it isn’t my bedroom anymore—it’s ours. This is your home now.”

  She smiled softly as she stared up at me. “I’d like to go see our bedroom now.”

  I grabbed her bags and hauled ass across the hall into the master bedroom. The second she confirmed she wanted to sleep with me I committed to going full steam ahead.

  Natalie

  His bedroom was gorgeous. Three of the walls were white, while the wall behind the bed was painted a beautiful navy color. The focus of the room was the wall of windows facing the ocean. The bed was an enormous cloud of white and navy accents. Like the rest of the rooms I’d seen in the house—except the kitchen—the flooring was a gorgeous wood looking tile. The bed was situated on top of a large area rug that was ombré shades of blu
e.

  The area in front of the windows had two comfortable looking chairs and a table. I followed him through the bedroom and into the bathroom, and my mouth dropped when I saw it. The bathroom was big enough for ten people to assemble. The focal point of the room was the shower area, which was a giant wet room that included a massive tub. I was surprised, however, that almost the entire rear wall of the area was a massive window that looked out to the ocean with absolutely no covering on it. Although the house was on a bluff, but if someone were standing out on the lawn, they’d be able to watch as I showered.

  Coming up behind me, Jordan wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back against him.

  “Freaked out by the windows?” he asked.

  “It’s a little fishbowl-ish,” I admitted.

  He laughed. “No one can see in. It’s special reflective glass. No one can see anything in the bedrooms or bathrooms even if they stand right at the window and press their faces to it.”

  “No way! Are you serious?”

  “One hundred percent,” he assured me.

  “Now I can’t wait to take a shower,” I laughed.

  “Mm,” he rasped against my ear, “I’d love to shower with you, Angel.”

  My breath caught, and my nipples pebbled as I imagined doing just that.

  “But,” he said as he pulled away, “first things first. Let’s get you set up in the closet.”

  I turned and followed him as he crossed the room toward a large door.

  “If there isn’t space, I can always use the guest room for my stuff…”

  My words trailed off when he opened the door to the biggest closet I’d ever seen. The left side was filled with his stuff, but the right was empty. The space was heaven. There were shoe shelves and drawers built in along half of the wall.

  As he had back at my house, Jordan helped me. He took the bag full of things that needed to be hung up and started putting them on hangers. Following his lead, I started unpacking the other bag into the drawers.

  "This is pretty hot," he called over his shoulder as he hung up one of my summer dresses.

  I grinned when I looked at what he was talking about. His choice strongly indicated he was a leg man. The pale lavender dress was one of the shortest I owned. It wasn't over-the-top or trampy, but it showed a lot of leg.

  We had an easy rapport, talking back and forth as we unpacked. Since I didn’t have a ton of stuff, we were finished very quickly. My stuff took up less than a quarter of that half of the closet, which made me chuckle. I felt silly putting my sneakers, ballet flats and flip-flops on the shoe shelves, but Jordan seemed gung-ho for me to settle in, so I did.

  After he had gone into the bedroom, I spent a few minutes setting up the vanity area. Then I pulled out my cell phone and wrote a lengthy email to my mom telling her what was happening.

  The two of us weren't just mother and daughter; we were also friends. She'd always encouraged me to feel free to confide anything in her, including relationships. For the first time, I took her up on it. I told her everything I was feeling for Jordan and how excited I was about the future.

  Although my email was long, I composed it quickly because I was so anxious to get back to Jordan.

  Jordan

  I left her alone in the bathroom in front of the never before used vanity area so she could unpack her makeup and beauty stuff. I used the time to change out of what I’d been wearing to work, opting for jeans and a t-shirt. I stopped at the vanity and told her I’d be watching the TV in the bedroom so I’d be close if she needed me.

  Throwing myself onto the bed, I propped up against the pillows and grabbed the remote. The sixty-two inch TV rose up out of the cabinet at the foot of the bed with a soft whir. Once it stopped in the proper position, I turned it on and started surfing through the channels until I came to a stop on an episode of Parts Unknown with Anthony Bourdain.

  I usually loved the show, but my attention wasn’t on it. Over and over again my gaze drifted over to the bathroom door as I waited for Natalie to come back out. It was crazy but being separated even for that short amount of time didn’t feel right to me. Already I was addicted to her presence in my life, and I intended to keep her as close to me as I could, forever.

  When she finally appeared, I let out a relieved breath. It felt as though she’d brought the sunshine with her. I reached out a hand and tapped on the spot next to where I was sitting.

  “Climb on up here and let me hold you.”

  The way she had licked her lips before she smiled was like foreplay. My cock twitched in my jeans as she kicked off her flip-flops and climbed onto the bed to sit next to me. She smelled like a mix of lemons and a hint of some flower, and it made my mouth water. Seeing the desire in her eyes as she looked at me was all the green light I needed.

  I pulled her on top of me and then guided her head down until our lips touched and we began kissing. The kiss went on and fucking on, and I never wanted it to end. The way she tasted was every fantasy I’d ever had come to life and I was desperate for more of her. Eventually, our positions shifted, so I was on top of her, cradled between her thighs. I couldn’t contain the growl in my throat when she wrapped her legs around me. That left me against her totally, and my cock was as hard as it had ever been.

  The way she rubbed up against me like a cat in heat made my balls ache. If I hadn’t been so damn desperate to taste her pussy, I’d have pulled down my zipper, ripped off her shorts and buried myself inside of her right then and there.

  I didn’t do that because even though there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to get my cock inside of her, I was no fool. Natalie was my treasure, and I intended to make sure she knew it. She wasn’t some casual fuck, and I was not going to rail at her tight cunt like a guy having a conjugal visit after years of celibacy.

  She whimpered when I tore my mouth from hers and gazed down at her as both of us panted heavily as we tried to catch our breath.

  Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I lifted her a bit and then nipped at her earlobe before tracing my tongue over it. Her little mewl of pleasure was almost my undoing.

  “Are you wet for me, Angel?”

  She nodded frantically as she began lowering her hands from my shoulders and down my torso.

  “Answer me with words,” I rasped. “Is your pussy wet?”

  Her hands stopped as her gaze flew up to meet mine. She swallowed hard before nodding.

  “Yes,” she breathed softly. “My pussy is wet. So wet.”

  I sat back and reached between us to undo the button on her shorts before giving them a tug.

  “Let’s get these off so I can get my tongue on you.”

  She arched against me, lifting her hips to help me undress her. I wasn’t wasting time, so I took her underwear off with the shorts. I wanted to look at her pussy so fucking badly, but I knew if I did, it’d be game over. Focusing on her face, I plucked at the hem of her tank top.

  “Let’s get this off, baby. I want to see everything.”

  Running her tongue over her lower lip, she blushed and nodded. I watched as she whipped it over her head, folding it before dropping it to the floor. The only thing covering her once the tank top was gone was a pale pink bra.

  “The bra,” I said huskily. “Lose it.”

  Biting her lip, she blinked up at me.

  “I’d like to give some orders too,” she announced.

  “Anything you want, Angel. Order away.”

  “Your shirt and your pants,” she said breathlessly. “Take them off. I want to see you, Jordan. I want to see and touch and taste everything.”

  The words were barely out of her mouth before I got busy complying. I kicked off my jeans and pulled my t-shirt over my head, but left my boxer briefs on because she hadn’t said I should take them off, and I didn’t want to rush her. When I turned back from tossing my shirt onto the floor, Natalie had her bra off.

  Seeing her perfect body atop my sea of white bedding was a feast for th
e eyes. Her nipples were a flawless pink, two little dollops I couldn’t wait to suck on. The swell of her sexy tits was mouth-wateringly gorgeous, and I couldn’t stop looking at them. Her body was unfuckingbelievable.

  “Jesus, baby… you’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her as I leaned in and pulled her to me.

  Fisting her hair, I tilted her face back and kissed her passionately. My hunger for her was growing by the minute, and my dick was already weeping pre-cum. I’d never felt such all-consuming need before, ever. I didn’t just want Natalie—I physically had to make her mine. It was all I could think of. I kissed her long and hard, enjoying the little whimpers of need she let out along the way. When I broke the kiss, I licked along her jaw and down to her neck before moving on to her collarbone.

  I continued my way down to her right nipple, swirling my tongue around it over and over again before I finally wrapped my lips around it and sucked. Her breathing was erratic as I divided my attention between the right and left breast, tasting every single inch of both. Her flawless skin tasted as good as it looked, and I knew I was already an addict. The scent of her pussy was calling to me, and my mouth was watering with the need to taste. I’d lay there to suck and play with her tits all day, but her pussy was calling me, and it was time for me to answer.

  Lifting my head, I looked down to her pussy. She was fucking picture-perfect, just like I knew she would be. Spreading her legs, I shifted down her body until I was between them and face to face with my new obsession. I’d never seen such a tight little cunt, so perfectly proportioned. Her tiny little clit was just peeking out of her puffy pussy lips, and I licked my lips as I stared at it. Her visible wetness was a huge fucking turn-on, and I groaned as I thrust my hips into my mattress in the hope of getting some relief. I looked up at her and grinned when I saw the dreamy expression on her face.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you scream,” I promised.

  Her lips parted, her mouth forming a perfect O.

  “Jordan,” she whispered.