Bourbon Springs Box Set: Volume II, Books 4-6 (Bourbon Springs Box Sets Book 2)
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He touched her face and she closed her eyes. “I’m not like him, CiCi,” Walker said in a low voice.
She turned away. “My ex-husband did the same thing.”
“What?”
“He left me for a former girlfriend,” CiCi said quickly. “I guess history has a way of repeating itself, at least when it comes to me.”
Walker took her face in his hands. “I’m not those guys, CiCi,” he said, his voice clear and strong. “And history doesn’t repeat itself. What you’ve lived through is bad luck and two horrible jerks.”
“So do you see why this is really scary for me, Walker?” she said, her voice cracking. “Why I had my rule? And now Jana’s back in your life.”
“But you heard what I said to her in the courtroom.”
“I know what I heard, but—”
“Then don’t listen to what I’m saying,” he said, interrupting her, “and tell me what you think I’m trying to tell you when I do this.”
Walker put his hands on her cheeks and pulled her into a kiss. It was warm and comforting, and CiCi allowed herself to be completely consumed by Walker’s tender passion. She placed her hands on his chest, and as he deepened the kiss with gentle yet demanding thrusts of his tongue, CiCi wound her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him.
Walker moved his hands into CiCi’s hair and broke the kiss. “I’m not like those men, Catherine,” he assured her.
She wanted to believe him. She wanted to be with him and be loved by him. She wanted him to make her stupid rule obsolete, a relic of a painful past.
“You’d better not be, Walker Cain.” She sighed before he brought his lips down again on hers.
He planted a few light kisses along her neck before she tucked her head under his chin. CiCi looked to the west and saw the light would soon be gone.
“Take me home,” she whispered.
It was close to nine when they left the gas station and nearly ten by the time they turned off the Bluegrass Parkway and headed south toward Bourbon Springs. The frequency of their conversation diminished as they approached town, and for the last ten miles they said nothing to each other. CiCi had been a little drowsy after all the excitement—it had been a long day, and she’d eaten a lot of food—but her pulse raced as they hit the city limits. Within minutes, Walker was pulling into her driveway and opening the passenger side door for her.
He was about to walk her to the front door when she admonished him to stay with his car.
“Why?”
She smiled at him. “You plan on staying a while tonight?”
He smiled and nodded knowingly, and CiCi entered the front door. She trotted through the house, put up the garage door, and watched for a few seconds as he pulled inside. She then turned back into her kitchen to get a drink of water and waited. As she stood at her kitchen sink gazing through the window into her firefly-filled backyard, she heard his voice, his presence startling her as she hadn’t heard him close the door behind him.
“Catherine,” he whispered, and touched her shoulder.
CiCi spun around.
They stood, eyes locked, breathing heavily; the very air between them seemed to crackle with heat, desire, and promise. She trembled and suspected Walker saw it.
“I’m giving you official notice right now that I’m no longer on my best behavior,” he said as he stood over her.
She smirked. “Doesn’t look like it from my point of view.”
“Then let me adjust that attitude of yours.”
Before she could open her mouth for some sassy comeback, his lips were on hers and his hands were on her ass, pressing her body against his.
Instead of closing her eyes, CiCi’s eyes bulged at his boldness. Walker’s tongue demanded entry to her mouth and claimed it, leaving her dazed and exhilarated under his relentless attack. She lost her balance and stumbled backward into the kitchen counter as Walker’s kisses continued. He removed his hands from her rear and put them firmly on her hips as he pressed himself against her, trapping her against the counter. When CiCi ground her hips against his already-formidable erection, he growled loudly, startling her.
“Get up on the counter,” he demanded.
Her lips moved, but she failed to voice any protest, and in the next second Walker was grasping her about the waist as he hoisted her up on the counter. Her head was now higher than his, giving her the advantage when it came to delivering powerful kisses. As CiCi instinctively wrapped her legs around him, Walker moved both hands up the side of her calves, then her thighs, until he reached her hips under her little black dress.
“Another thong,” he murmured with approval as CiCi let her head fall back while he drew his tongue across her jawline.
His hand moved aside the small bit of cloth between her legs, and he entangled the tips of his fingers in her damp curls. CiCi moaned into his mouth as he kissed her and stroked her wetness. She wanted him to take her right there in the kitchen, all the lights on. To hell with any neighbors who might see him pounding himself into her, making her come so hard that she wouldn’t be able to remember her own name.
CiCi knew that Walker wanted to be inside her very soon—and God, did she want the same. She was so wet and aching after only a few minutes of kissing. But she pushed him away, grinning at his surprise and the evidence of her arousal glistening on his hand. She hopped off the counter, turned off the light, and trotted to the other side of the kitchen.
“Catch me!” she cried and turned and ran into the front hall. By the time she reached the stairs, she heard him laughing and running after her.
15
Walker stood panting lightly at the top of the stairs, catching his breath, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness, and waiting for some hint as to his quarry’s location. Hearing movement to his right, he headed down the short hall on that side of the stairs and entered the first room on the left.
Jackpot.
She was standing in the middle of the darkened space, barefoot before her bed, waiting. The only light in the room came from the ambient illumination of a small town on a warm evening as it filtered in through the closed blinds.
He didn’t immediately approach her and instead took off his coat and threw it on a nearby chair along with his tie as she watched. When he was done, he took a step toward her, but she turned her back to him.
“Care to help me?” she asked, pointing over her shoulder along the back of her dress.
Walker had the zipper down in one movement, and the dress fell in a pile at CiCi’s ankles. Before she could step out of it, he took his forefinger and traced a line down her back from her nape to the top of the crack between her cheeks, making her shiver and giggle. But Walker wasn’t in a silly mood. He unbuttoned his shirt hastily, causing a few buttons to fly off in the process, then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants until all he was left wearing were his very tented boxers and his socks. He kicked his pants aside along with CiCi’s dress.
“Into the bed,” he ordered and nodded toward the bed to his right.
“Not yet.”
CiCi moved to him and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. As she did that, Walker slipped his hands around her back and undid the clasp on her bra. The garment dropped from her body to the floor, leaving her breasts exposed to him.
Even though he’d already been honored to see her lovely chest, he’d not glimpsed it like this—with CiCi standing before him, nearly nude, in her bedroom, waiting for him to get his damn clothes off so he could make love to her all night long. The vision of her there arrested his own efforts at getting naked, and he simply soaked in the sight of her loveliness. Apparently impatient, CiCi pulled down his boxers swiftly, then pressed herself against him so his erection was firmly against her stomach. Taking his hands, she placed them on her hips atop the slender straps of the thong.
“Take the damn thing off,” she whispered against his lips.
He kissed her hard as he ripped the thong from her body; the seams
in the tiny garment snapped sharply just before he threw it into a corner.
With his lips still upon hers, Walker pushed CiCi back toward the bed until she fell onto it. He stripped off his socks and then went to his wallet to retrieve some condom packets which he threw onto the table next to the bed. Dropping onto the sheets next to her, his mouth immediately found hers while his hands explored every contour of her voluptuous body. She was so smooth, soft, and curvy. A silly, seductive siren. He’d had a nice sample of her beauty in the evidence vault, but tonight he’d get the full physical experience of loving her.
CiCi’s dark curly hair was set in stark contrast against the white pillowcase underneath her head. He pulled away from the kiss to play with her locks and wind them around his fingers.
“I’ve never seen hair like yours,” he said in a hushed, reverent tone. “Most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen.”
“I used to hate it when I was a kid,” she said, sliding her hand down the front of his chest. “Got teased all the time about it, especially by boys.”
“Idiots,” he whispered before kissing her again.
Walker’s hand moved lower as did CiCi’s. As he began to slip a finger inside her, he felt her touch upon his length for the first time.
“Oh, God.” He sighed and closed his eyes as she began to stroke him. He soon recovered from his reaction and slipped two fingers into her hot core and curled them forward ever so slightly.
Her reaction was immediate.
Her grip on his hardness fell away, she cried out, and her hips jutted upward to meet his hand.
“Walker…,” she moaned as he increased her pleasure and torture by putting his thumb down hard on her clit.
Walker bent to whisper in her ear.
“You want me to make you come like this first?” he asked, and his thumb began to move in circles over her nub. “Or do you want to come with me inside you?”
CiCi’s eyes opened wide and she swallowed. “My, my, aren’t you the naughty one, Mr. Cain?” she whispered, trying not to laugh while clenching around his fingers.
“You didn’t answer my question, Catherine,” he said in a low, almost menacing voice. “So I’ll just have to make the choice for you.”
“Wha—”
CiCi couldn’t even finish the word because Walker quickly moved down along her body until his mouth was on her clit, sucking hard, as his fingers moved in and out of her wetness. Her hips flew off the bed, but Walker was ready and with his one free hand held CiCi’s thigh down so he could continue to delight her. He sucked, licked, and flicked her sensitive spot, alternating his movements as she ground against him. With one hand she clutched the pillow under her head, and with the other she gripped the back of his head and pushed him against her.
Walker watched in satisfaction as CiCi’s orgasm hit her with her body quaking in delicious, intense pleasure. He wasn’t disappointed she hadn’t called his name as she came—he’d made it so damn good for her he’d ripped the breath right out of her lungs. Who needed to hear his name when you knew that? He’d just reduced a woman to a quivering mass of flesh—and he hadn’t even put himself inside her yet.
But that was going to be soon. Oh, yes. Very soon. And he was going to get to feel her come around him as he did the same.
* * *
CiCi felt like the bones had been removed from her body; she simply couldn’t move. She’d thought the evidence vault action had been pretty fucking hot—but what the hell had Walker just done to her? She was panting, flat on her back, legs slightly apart, and she was vaguely aware of Walker pulling her to his chest and giving her light kisses on her temple.
She had a dirty, hot, nerdy guy who was damned good in bed.
Perfect.
He moved onto his back, and she put her head on his chest, where she dozed for a little while. But she soon felt Walker’s fingers as they moved along her arm, tracing, stroking, caressing; he was ready for his turn. And she was more than ready to feel him inside her. When she’d grasped him a few minutes earlier, she was happily shocked by his size.
He tried to roll her onto her back, but she pushed him back down and propped herself up on an elbow. She smiled, turned, and grabbed a condom packet.
“Put it on,” she ordered, dropping it onto his stomach.
He picked up the packet and held it out to her. “You do it.”
“No, I want to watch.”
“Now who’s naughty?” he asked and ripped open the package.
“I think we’ve moved beyond naughty, don’t you?” she asked, watching him roll on the latex.
“And on to what?”
“How about hot and horny?” And before he could answer, she’d straddled him.
She brought her lips to a nipple and delighted him in the same way he’d pleasured her.
“Damn,” he rasped and tried to move against her. His erection was pressed between their bodies.
With Walker writhing underneath her, CiCi sat up and massaged his chest, savoring the expressions passing over his face. This must have been what she’d looked like—about to explode with pure lust—when she had been subjected to his amorous torture only minutes earlier.
Walker moved his hands to her hips, gripping her there until it was nearly painful.
“CiCi,” he whispered in a pleading tone, but her response was to continue to caress his chest.
But he decided to move things along by moving a finger to her clit and stroking her.
She involuntarily bucked against his touch, but it only seemed to egg him on. He moved his thumb between her legs and lightly pinched her, which made her nearly jump off him.
“I get the message,” she said breathlessly.
She dipped her head to kiss him quickly, raised herself over his erection, and took his full, massive length inside herself in one stroke.
Her head dropped back onto her neck as she adjusted to the feeling of having Walker fill her, and she steadied herself by putting her hands on Walker’s chest.
“Perfect,” he said, his hands resting lightly on her hips.
“My thoughts exactly.”
Walker slid his hands up CiCi’s torso until he covered her breasts with his palms. When he squeezed, she clenched around him, and he started to move inside her.
“Slower, please,” she begged.
“Not sure if I can,” he said through a ragged breath, although CiCi could tell he was trying to slow his movements.
They finally fell into a wonderful, powerful rhythm, but CiCi sensed Walker was holding back, allowing her to go forward and build up to her climax. He again moved his hand to her clit and pressed his thumb hard against her while she moved along his length, watching his face as she made love to him. Finally, she came, and even harder than the first time that night. As the last waves of her climax rippled through her, Walker flipped her over, thrust deeply, and came at once. CiCi cried out in continuous pleasure and shock at the moment he came, his moans of pleasure and her cry of surprise entwining like their bodies. He shuddered, then collapsed on top of her marginally conscious form.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, Walker pulled CiCi to him and spooned her tightly against him, giving her little kisses along her nape and through the haze of her curly hair. Every nerve ending in her body had become so sensitive that every little kiss Walker planted on her damp skin caused CiCi to shiver against him. She sensed him getting hard again already as their bodies moved against each other.
Rolling onto her back and still breathless, CiCi stroked Walker’s cheek, still too weak to even put her arms around him. They remained that way for a few moments, looking at each other in the heavy air of the afterglow. Walker moved against her hip, giving her notice that he was again fully erect. CiCi reached down and gently stroked him, and he sighed contentedly as she stimulated him—not that he needed any help.
“Ready again so soon?” she taunted.
He kissed her cheek. “Yes, as soon as you are,” he whispered through ragged breaths.
16
CiCi’s eyes fluttered open to see the clock on her bedside table. Nearly four in the morning.
And Walker was still with her.
Not the kind of guy to get laid and get gone. Nope. He was right there in the bed with her.
She rolled over to face him, but he was on his back, lightly snoring, completely oblivious to the world and sleeping soundly after incredible sex.
Well, she thought it had been for him, the way he’d acted. And she figured he sure as hell knew she’d had a mighty nice time riding his huge piece.
What he didn’t know was that she’d just had the best sex of her life. Yep, it was officially The. Best. Ever.
She should’ve known it would be like this after what he’d done to her in the evidence vault by merely moving those magic digits over, around, and inside her happy little girl parts. All those dates at The Windmill and she’d never suspected he was so… talented.
CiCi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, thinking of the first time she’d ever seen Walker during the distillery tour with those high school students late last year. She’d thought he was good-looking but a little uptight. That staid exterior was nothing more than a disguise—it was almost a cliché. The slightly nerdy guy who underneath it all was really a rather naughty sex god.
And he was hers.
Tracing her finger along his jawline and admiring his profile, she kissed her lover on the cheek and slipped out of bed. After a visit to the bathroom, she put on her robe and headed downstairs. It was still dark outside as CiCi padded into the kitchen and started poking around in her fridge and pantry. Nothing suited her fancy, even though she was starving. Although she’d eaten quite a bit at the Tavern, she’d used a lot of energy in the subsequent hours, and her body was demanding nourishment.
Frustrated by a lack of desirable breakfast choices, she considered going back upstairs but then recalled the bourbon bread pudding was probably still in Walker’s car. She tiptoed into the garage and found his vehicle unlocked, with the box where she’d left it on the floor of the passenger-side seat. Upon her happy discovery, she let out a happy little squee and returned to the kitchen with her food treasure.