by JC Harroway
She moans into my mouth and kisses me back, and I take everything she’s willing to give. I move my mouth to her neck. “You cold here?”
“Yes, very,” she murmurs and leans her head back to give me better access. I lick the long column of her neck and then burrow my face into the soft hollow there. Her hips move restlessly beneath the water, telling me what she wants, and I grip them, hold her still. “Don’t worry,” I whisper. “I’ll warm all your cold spots.”
I slide my hand down her hips, grip her thighs and widen them. She whimpers, and her hands go to my shoulders. Her fingers are warm and soft against my skin and I can’t wait to feel them on my dick.
Breathing heavily, I nuzzle her ear and run my fingers up her inner thighs. I touch her clit, circle it, slowly, methodically.
“Yes,” she says on a breathless whisper.
“Cold here, Brianna?” I ask, everything in me dying to get between her legs.
“Freezing,” she says, and unable to wait a second longer, I stand and pull her up with me. Her eyes go wide, and I put my hand back between her legs. “You need my mouth here,” I say, a statement not a question, but she answers with a nod.
“Then we need to get you inside, and get you spread wide open so I can warm you up properly.” I scoop her up, carry her into the stifling heat and set her on the bed, which is facing the fire. “Legs open,” I command in a soft voice.
“Bossy,” she says, and it’s clear to me she’s used to giving orders in the bedroom, not taking them.
“Do it.” Her nipples quiver as she spreads for me, and I meet her glance as I pet her sex lightly. “So cold. It might take hours for me to warm you up.”
“My cousin never said you were bossy, but I do remember hearing something about you being meticulous and working long and hard into the night to get a job done.”
I grin at that, and ever so slowly inch a finger into her. She’s so fucking tight and wet, I nearly explode in my shorts. I finger her for a second and she grows even wetter. “Is this helping?”
“A little...” she murmurs, as her body tightens around my finger. My God, she’s so close, I can’t believe it. I pull my finger out, wanting to prolong her pleasure, and tear my shorts from my body. She goes up on her elbows to see my dick, and her eyes widen when I take my cock into my hands.
“Smart, meticulous and totally equipped to stay up all night to finish the job. I might have just won the man lottery,” she says, and smiles up at me. I smile back, pleased that she likes what she sees.
I climb onto the bed and find her mouth again. As I kiss her, I ease her back until she’s beneath me. She reaches out, captures my dick in her hand and gives me a little squeeze. I brush my thumb over her nipple and make a tsking sound.
“Hard again.” I fall over her, press her into the mattress and find her nipple. I take a long, hard suck until she’s scratching at my back, dragging skin with nails. Damn, that feels good.
“Heating up, Brianna?” I ask around a mouthful of pink sweetness.
“So hot,” she murmurs and lifts her hips, moving her pussy against my stomach and leaving me soaking wet. I shimmy lower and press openmouthed kisses to her stomach and belly button, and when I reach her hot little sex, I blow on it.
She quivers and I press my mouth to her clit, suck it in until she’s jerking beneath me. She swells even more beneath my ministrations, and I slip one finger into her tight core.
“Luca,” she cries out, and bucks against my mouth, a shameless display of need that turns me on even more.
“That’s it,” I say, lifting my mouth from her sex.
“No, please. I’m still—”
Her words fall off when I roll onto my back and drag her until her pussy is positioned right where I want it. “Work your pussy over my mouth. Get it nice and warm for my cock,” I say and flick my tongue out to taste the sweetness dripping from her center.
“Oh God.” She presses down on me and moves her hips, writhing and rotating and soaking my face unabashedly. She’s no sedentary passenger along for the ride between the sheets, and I love that about her. For a buttoned-up girl outside the bedroom, inside, Brianna is a girl who knows what she wants and takes what she needs.
I fuck her with my tongue, and she rubs her clit all over me until her breathing changes. I dip a finger into her core, brush it back and forth over the hot bundle of nerves as I eat at her with all the need unraveling inside me—far too many years in the making.
“Luca,” she cries out as her body breaks, her hot release splashing out of her and dripping down my chin. I drink her in, lap at her, not wanting to miss a drop. She tries to move, but I slide one hand around her and grip her ass. No way is she going anywhere until I’ve had my fill. Then again now that I’ve tasted her, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to sate my appetite.
She’s panting and her nails are tugging at the sheet as I take my time, despite the fact that my dick is so hard I’m in agony. I finally clean her and slide out from beneath her body. She rolls over onto her back, and I have to say, that sexy, well-fucked-woman look she’s wearing totally suits her.
My gaze falls to her hard nipples, and she cups her breasts, squeezes them together. “They need my mouth again?” I ask. She shakes her head, mischief in her eyes, and my gaze roams her face. What is she up to?
“They need this,” she says and sits up to grab my throbbing cock. Instantly understanding what she wants, I climb up her body, and she squeezes her beautiful breasts together for me. I do love a woman who doesn’t hold back and makes no qualms about what she wants. I slide my cock between her breasts and thrust forward, into her waiting mouth. Fucking her like this is so goddamn hot, pre-cum spills from my tip, and she laps at it with each upward thrust.
“So good,” I growl as the dual pleasure takes me to the edge fast. I stroke her like this a couple more times, then tear my dick from her perfect tits.
“Time to really warm you up,” I say and grab my pants. I pull a condom from the pocket and rip into it. Brianna goes up on her elbows again to watch me, her gaze latched on to my dick. Gesù, I really like the way she looks at me, like when she finally gets her mouth on my cock, she’s going to worship it.
She crooks her finger, urging me back to her, and I don’t waste any time getting between her legs again. I fall over her, and she wraps her legs around my back, trying to force me inside. But I need to go slowly, or I’m going to blow my load before I even get started.
I give her an inch and her head rolls back. “Yesss,” she hisses, and puts her hands on my shoulders.
“You’re fucking hot,” I say.
“So hot,” she murmurs, her lids falling heavily over dark eyes.
“Maybe you don’t need my cock, then,” I tease, and her eyes open wide. When she catches my grin, she relaxes. “So, you do need it?” I ask, wanting, for some strange reason, to hear her say it.
“Yes, I need it,” she says, and lifts her hips. “I need your cock, so don’t make me wait any longer.”
“No?”
“No,” she repeats, and before she even finishes, I power forward, driving my entire length into her, and seating myself so goddamn high, I’m sure I’ve reached heaven.
“Luca,” she cries out, and curls forward as I fill her. Her muscles tighten around my girth, her liquid heat coating my cock.
I move my hips and slide in and out of her, creating friction until we’re both panting, our skin ridiculously hot to the touch.
“This,” she begins and then swallows hard. She tries to speak again, but her words catch in her throat.
“This feel good?”
She nods and whimpers as I angle my body for deeper thrusts. “Oh...” she manages to get out as I slide a hand between our bodies and toy with her clit. Her body vibrates around my dick, and I clench down on my teeth, struggling to hang on. I want this to be amazing for
her, because this is a one-time thing. Some working brain cell reminds me it has to be.
“Are you going to stay out of my swimming hole?” I ask as I slam home, my balls slapping her body with each thrust. She shakes her head and a groan catches in my throat. “What about my warning?”
“Don’t...care,” she croaks out, her voice broken.
“I told you I won’t be a gentleman next time.” She quivers harder, liking this little game I’m playing with her.
Her eyes flash. “And I told you I don’t want you to.”
“Then I won’t be so nice again.”
“What...what will you do?”
I drive into her, slam her against the mattress, my dick ready to explode. Heat zaps my balls and they tighten as I think about bending her over a log and taking her in the woods. “A naked woman in the woods, warned to stay away and choosing not to. Well, that woman might just find herself up against the Big Bad Wolf if she’s not careful.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, she comes all over my cock. I pinch my eyes shut as her heat seeps into my body, burns me from the inside out.
“Fuck,” I murmur, and bury my face in her neck as she rides out the gripping waves. I pull out, slam back in again, and with her last few clenches, I let go on a growl.
As I come and come and come, I collapse on top of her and breathe in the sweet smell of her skin. We’re both panting, taking deep, labored breaths, and we stay like that until my cock grows soft. I inch out of her, then I pull her to me, hold her close. For the last few months I’ve been all work and no play, but now that I’ve played with Brianna, I can’t help but want more. As I think about that, my cock starts thickening again. Brianna shimmies away, but I reach for her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask as I pull her on top of me.
She looks over her shoulder, glances at the door. “I was—”
I drag her mouth to mine, kiss her deeply. No way is she getting out of here tonight. My cock grows against her body and she moans her approval. Oh yeah, we’re going to fuck until the sun comes up.
CHAPTER FIVE
Brianna
HOW COULD I have been so stupid?
I shake my head and give myself a good hard lecture for falling for Luca’s charm and letting him seduce me into his bed. Or was it the other way around? I’m not sure. All I know is I was supposed to turn him on and leave him hanging, like he did to me all those years ago. I groan and pound the bed, but settle myself back down when Luca comes back from the bathroom. Shit, I wanted to be out of here before he finished. I close my eyes, pretend I’m sleeping until I can figure out what to do next, how to get myself out of this.
Yeah, I made a mistake last night, but goddammit the sex was good. Better than good. It was fan-freaking-tastic. The best sex I’ve ever had. The second he put his mouth on my nipple, I had planned to put a stop to things, tell him who I was and bolt. But did I do that? Of course not. How could I? No one has ever worked my nipples quite like that before. I knew I had to see it through. Why shouldn’t I take what I want, on my terms? Unfortunately those terms weren’t supposed to include a stupid sleepover.
The edge of the mattress dips, and I inch one eye open to find Luca sitting on the bed, a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Morning,” he says. “Coffee?”
“Like you even have to ask.” He grins and hands the mug over. I take a much-needed sip. “Thank you. You will be rewarded in heaven,” I say. He stands and my gaze roams his body. This morning he’s dressed in nothing but his jeans. Dammit, what is it about a guy in nothing but jeans that turns me on? Okay, maybe it’s just Luca in jeans that does that.
Time to go.
I push the blankets off me, and that’s when I realize I’m stark naked. I grab the sheet and haul it back up.
Luca angles his head. “I’ve seen you naked, Bri,” he says.
“It’s Brianna.”
He grins. “I’ve seen you naked, Brianna. And I’ve been inside you. It’s a little late to cover up, don’t you think?” He grips the sheet and slowly drags it down my body. “You’re beautiful, you know.”
Old hurts come back in a crushing wave. He didn’t think so years ago, couldn’t see that I was more than just a chubby freshman. “I should go.”
He frowns. “Was it something I said?”
“No. I should go. Tate and the others will be wondering where I am.” I climb from the bed, and Luca’s moan of appreciation fills the room as I saunter to the dryer and grab my clothes. I hurry to the bathroom and dress. Great. I’m wearing yesterday’s clothes, and from one look at me it’s easy to tell I’ve been up having sex all night. I somehow have to get to my room without anyone seeing me. This...whatever this was...is not something I want to explain, or repeat.
Liar.
Okay, okay, maybe I do want a repeat—why bother denying it?—but it’s not going to happen.
Oh, but it did once, and it was so damn good.
All righty then. On that note I step from the bathroom and glance around to find Luca in the kitchen. I take another sip of coffee and set my cup on the counter. I’m about to slip out when Luca points a spatula at me.
“Sit.”
Ribbons of need swirl through me at his assertiveness. I’m not sure what that’s all about. I’m the one who’s always in control, always calling the shots, but last night when he took charge of me, it awakened something needy inside me, something I never even knew existed.
“You’re not going anywhere until I feed you. What kind of guy do you think I am, anyway?”
Oh, if he only knew.
“I don’t normally eat breakfast,” I say, but glance over at the counter to see what smells so good. My stomach takes that moment to grumble.
“Maybe not, but we worked up quite the appetite last night and you’re going to eat.”
“Maybe I work up an appetite like that every night,” I say, having no doubt he does the same himself. I remember his reputation back at Oxford.
He flips the pancake, turns and leans back against the counter, crossing his feet at the ankle. Seriously, could he make the pose look any sexier? I want to tell him to put a shirt on already, but I don’t want him to know the true effect his near nakedness has on me.
“Is that right?” he asks.
“That’s right.”
“Is that why you don’t want to get married? You like having a different guy in your bed every night?” He shrugs. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’m just curious.” He flips the pancakes again and then plates them, sliding them across the island. I breathe in the delicious smell as he grabs the syrup.
“Why so curious?” I ask as I pour a generous amount of syrup over my pancakes.
“It’s the lawyer in me.”
“It’s the lawyer in me that keeps me single.”
He forks a big bite into his mouth, chews and then says, “How so?”
“I’m a divorce lawyer. I see the worst in people all the time, and if you know anything about my family, the guys move from woman to woman constantly.” Tate’s dad, Uncle Don, is the latest example. He married his fourth wife several months ago. Half the family didn’t bother skipping work to attend. Carson family weddings have become so run-of-the-mill... Sounds scornful but it’s the truth.
“Tate’s not like that.”
I smile. “No, he’s one of the good guys.”
“Then you’re saying there are good guys out there?”
I laugh. “Way to twist my words. You must win a lot of cases.”
“I win enough.” He takes another bite, lounging against the island.
“You really don’t want to get married. I never would have guessed that about you,” he says, redirecting the conversation back to me.
“I don’t do relationships, don’t do love and I don’t sleep with th
e same guy twice. Believe me, I know happily-ever-after doesn’t exist. I see that every day.”
A moment of silence as he absorbs that, and then he says, “Your job is doing a number on you. Do you even like what you do?”
I take a long moment to think about it. “Some days, I guess.”
“You did family law at Oxford?”
A question, not a statement, but I answer anyway. “That’s right.”
“I wonder if we ever ran into each other, attended any of the same parties.”
“The guys in their Oxford hoodies.” I wave my fork. “I couldn’t tell one apart from the other. You all looked alike.”
“Ah, the hoodies. They were all the rage back then. I wore mine to every party.”
“I remember,” I say. Then when his eyes lift to mine, I add, “I mean I remember the hoodies. I don’t remember you in one at any party.” Wow, for a girl who hates to lie, I’m really nailing it here. “By the way, these pancakes are delicious,” I add, wanting to change the conversation.
“Come back for dinner. I make a mean carbonara.”
I reach for my coffee and take a sip. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a guy who could cook.”
He quirks one brow. God, could he be any more adorable? “No? What kind of guy would you take me for?”
“A guy who has others cook for him.” On campus, rumor had it he was extremely wealthy, but no one really knew much about him. Funny, now that I think about it, he really kept his private life...private. I’m guessing that hasn’t changed, since he chose to stay in the chalet, away from the rest of us. “I guess I just assumed.”
“Assumption is the mother of all screwups,” he says with a wink, then adds, “I’ve been single a long time. It was either learn to cook or starve.”
“You made the right choice, and now, lucky for me, I’m reaping the benefits from it.”
“My mom is a true Italian who loves to cook. I spent hours in the kitchen with her when I was young. We’re still close.” I look down at the mention of his mom, as memories of my own fill me with heartache. “Brianna? What’s wrong?”
