Remembrance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 4) (38 page)

“Huh.  Pretty good,” he repeated, thinking, humor in his expression.  “What do I have to do differently to make me better than pretty good?”  He looked like he couldn’t wait for the answer.

“Well,” Janie began, “when a woman is kissed by a man of your experience, I imagine the kiss would be even better if said man was naked.”

His facial expression morphed into one of absolute and complete lust before he could stop himself.  Then he nodded casually, acknowledging her comment and acting as if he was thinking about it. 

She licked her lips, watching him.  Before she could wonder what his next move would be, he released her hair and moved away from her a bit, disengaging them.  She immediately missed his body heat and was about to question him when he reached around her back, his fingers now on the clasp of her bra.  Quietly, he said, “I think I’m ready for that eyeful, Janie.”

She chuckled, nervous and so excited.  “I said the
man
should be naked,” she teased.

“I’m already topless,” he grinned.  “Now it’s your turn.  I think that will make my kissing
so
much better.”

She smiled and stopped him briefly to say, “Promise me that someday you’ll find a designer out there who makes pretty bras for women like me.”

He looked a little surprised then threw his head back and laughed.  While still chuckling, he said, “You have my word I’ll start looking into that first thing in the morning.  Lingerie for curvy, gorgeous women who have breasts made by the fuckin’ hands of Aphrodite.  You can be the lingerie model.”

She smiled then bit her lip. His hands skimmed over the back of her ribcage…

This is Luke.  He wants to see me.  I’m really doing this.

…where he released the clasp on her bra.

Her bra loosened and he carried it down her arms to pull it off, her long necklace still on.  The cold of the metal caused her nipples to tighten even more than they’d already been.  His eyes drifted to her breasts and she watched him swallow.  His lips formed words, but she couldn’t make out what he’d said.

“What?” she asked, wondering what he was thinking.  She was dying here. She warmed under his gaze.

He said quietly, “They’re so fucking perfect.  Soft and round and feminine.  Just like I knew they would be.”  He paused then turned predatory.  “And I’m fairly certain we didn’t specify that our continued kiss needed to be on the lips, am I right?”

He didn’t wait for a response but moved forward quickly causing her breath to catch as his hands came to her ribcage.  Her nipples tightened more knowing he was watching her.  The coolness of the long chain necklace skimmed down her center causing her nipples to tingle to the point of pain.  His thumbs stroked the underside of her breasts then took the end of the long necklace and looped it under both breasts.  The thick chain made them press together and his warm teasing hands lingered along the sides.

“Lean back on your elbows.”

Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.
  She did as he asked.

His body shifted closer, nestling once again between her legs which were still dangling off of the counter.  He put his face between her breasts and gave her a hot open mouthed kiss over her heart.

A garbled sound escaped her and she closed her eyes, her head feeling heavy as if she couldn’t hold it up any longer.

“You’re so soft.”  He nuzzled and inhaled then kissed the same spot again.  By this point, her nipples were pulled so taut, she’d thought she’d die from the needy burning sensation.  She needed him to relieve the pressure.  She needed him to kiss her there.  She
needed
it.

“I love that you don’t wear perfume,” he spoke over her heart, his thumbs still stroking the curve of her breasts just where they met at her ribs under the necklace.  She never wore perfume.  She didn’t like other scents to compete with the aroma of her cooking.  “I can smell
you
.  That quintessential Janie smell.  So sweet,” he murmured.  “Strawberries and vanilla.” His lips rested over her heart.

“Luke,” she whispered.  She was ready to beg if necessary.

“You need me to touch you,” he stated.  His mouth moved slightly to the right to kiss around her areola and the globe of her breast, but avoided the tightened bud.  “Lie back all the way on the counter for me,
dulzura.
”

She knew ‘dulce’ meant sweet, but didn’t know ‘dulzura’.  She fell back and when the coolness of the counter hit her, she hissed.  Her skin warmed almost immediately due to the heat kicking off of it.  “What are you calling me?” she nearly whimpered.

He leaned farther down onto her and his own skin lightly abraded her nipples.  She moaned.  “Sweetness.  You’re my sweetness,” he whispered.

She said his name again.  This time she
did
beg.

“What do you want?”  Luke said while speaking into her skin, taking nibbles along the way.

“I need you to kiss me, Luke,” she gasped out.

“Where, baby?”

“My nipples.  Please,” she begged.

“Like this?”  He moved his lips over to her nipple, hovering there.  Then he brushed his lips over the distended skin and she felt an electric current rip through her.  She groaned loudly.

“More, Luke,” she gasped.  “
I need more.
”

He opened around her and sucked her into his mouth, applying pressure with his tongue.

She sobbed out another groan.

He suckled her for another moment, then moved his hand up to plump her more fully into his mouth.  He released her only to nuzzle her again.  “So sweet.  You taste so fuckin
g sweet, Janie.  So soft.  I’m never going to get enough of you.” 

She arched into him and pushed her fingers into his hair, holding him to her chest. “Please don’t stop touching me.  I’m beggin
g you,” she said breathily.

“Never stopping,” he responded back.  His fingers took hold of her nipples and lightly toyed with them while his lips moved up her body so he could kiss her mouth.  She feasted on him in return, so turned on she felt moments from exploding.

She was making out with Luke.  She couldn’t believe it.

“I saw you in that bar tonight and nearly lost it,” he said in between kisses.  “Seeing you there with him when you were supposed to be with me.  You were supposed to be with
me
.”  He continued flicking his thumbs over her nipples, then nipped at her bottom lip.  “And then you wore these jeans.”

She chuckled, her body on fire.  “Some guy once told me I’d look good in skinny jeans.  Was he right?” she asked in a breathy voice.

“You’ve always had great legs,” he answered.  “And the perfect hourglass shape,” he said kissing all over her face. He was right.  She’d been curvy her whole life, but had a distinct shape.  It may have had extra padding around, but proportionally she’d always had a smaller waist and shapely legs.  His voice interrupted her thoughts.  “You owe me for bailing on me, for putting me through that tonight.”

Her fingers dug through his hair and pulled it a little.  “What would you like as an apology?” she asked giving him a sexy look as she kissed his chin.

His smile was confident, arrogant.  It said she was in trouble.  And she couldn’t be happier.  He plucked her nipples with his fingers and said, “Something sweet.”

She moaned.  His fingers were working some sweet magic and she rubbed her inner thighs along his legs, wrapping her still booted feet around him to pull him closer. 

“Can you be more specific?” she finally asked with humor.

He kissed her neck while still touching her breasts.  “I’m go
ing to go down on you, Janie.  I’m going to devour you.”

He brought his lips back to hers, brushing them softly with his mouth.  He stayed there, looking down into her eyes.  A moment passed between them with their eyes holding an entire conversation and words never passing their lips.

This is gonna happen. Holy friggin’ shit, this was really gonna happen.

With a sexy tilt to his lips, he helped her take her necklace off, then he leaned back and unsnapped her jeans.  He looked down at her eyes with hunger and a bit of humor.  “You should see your face.”

She laughed nervously.  “Why?”

“You look like you’re about to eat me up.”  His eyes flashed with
lust while saying the words.

“
I can’t help it.  Your body is gorgeous.  Do you work out like two hours a day, or something?” she asked somewhat incredulously. 

He chuckled.  “I can’t wait to get between your legs,
mi dulce Janie.
”  With the way he talked to her, she was afraid she’d orgasm before he even got to the good stuff.  He stepped back, then he took one of her boots, and resting it on his thigh, unlaced her shoe.  Once he was done, he tossed it to the floor with a thud.  A sexy smile played all around his lips as he peeled her sock off and ran his finger over the arch of her foot.  She jumped letting out a breathy gasp, then gave him a playful but determined look. He grabbed her foot to stop her from kicking.

“Don’t you tickle me, Luke.”

He looked at her as if to say,
and what if I do?

“I’m serious,” she warned, even though the thought of another foot rub by him caused her sex to clench.

“We should probably talk about what I’m like in the bedroom.”  He grabbed her other foot and unlaced the next boot. 

“I don’t think you need to tell me.  I think I have a pretty good idea.”

“Yeah?”  He smirked and sounded interested in what she was going to say.  Then he dropped the next boot to the floor and reached for her sock.  “What do you think I’m like?”  He took off the sock leaving her foot flat on his thigh.

She wiggled her toes into his leg muscle.  “I think you like to call the shots,” she said, licking her lips, “Mr. Bossy Dominating Fifty Shades.”

He chuckled at her quip.  “I do like calling the shots,
dulzura
.  You won’t have a problem with that,” he declared confidently.  “You’ll fight me, and that will add to the fun.  But either way, you’ll be a very satisfied woman, I assure you.  I’m seriously looking forward to figuring out all of those things you want me to do to your body.”

She squeaked out a breathy sound.  What he’d said was arousing, comforting.  Promising, as if he was speaking of their future.  A bout of flutters hit her and goose bumps appeared on her skin.

He moved her foot and put his hands on the buckle of her jeans.  Slowly he unzipped the pants then placed his hands at the top of the waistband.  “How many months have you been tormenting me, do you think?” he said off-handedly.  “Pick your ass up,
dulzura
.”  His murmured demand was coupled with him shimmying her jeans past her butt.

She did, but she was really nervous.  Excited, but nervous.

He was watching her, painstakingly pulling the jeans from her body, keeping his eyes on the V right between her legs where she had on a pale green thong.  A very wet green thong, made darker from the evidence of her arousal.

Her heartbeat jumped.  “I like when you speak Spanish to me,” she said dreamily, reaching her hands up to touch his stomach.

He raised an eyebrow and gave her a breathtaking smile.  When her fingers reached his stomach, he closed his eyes.  He opened them again and looked like he was in heaven.  “That’s good to know.  It’s time to sharpen your language skills.”  He moved his body to in between her legs, pulling her to him so she could feel his erection.  His fingers moved up to lightly rub the sides of her breasts.  His eyes caressed her chest.  “Vocabulary lesson number one.” 

She felt a current of pleasure zip through her body as the best tutoring session of her life was about to begin.

“
Repite, por favor
,” he whispered but with authority.
 
“
Pechos
.”

“Pechos,” she mimicked.

“That means ‘breasts’,” he murmured, still watching the movement of his fingers which then moved to her areolas, circling her nipples.  “
Areola
,” he smiled then looked into her eyes.  “Same word for English.”

She blushed and repeated it.

His fingers continued circling until they brushed over her nipples where he stroked them with his thumbs.  She gasped.  He licked his lips and said with his gorgeous accent, “
Pezones
.” 

“Pezones,” she repeated breathily, but her eyes closed.  This was the best Spanish lesson ever.

“Now.  Tell me you want my mouth on your nipples.  In Spanish,” he said seriously.  He continued rubbing them with his thumbs, then lightly pulled on them with his fingers.

She let out a moan of pleasure and frustration, and covered his hands with hers, feeling his muscles working her into a frenzy.  He didn’t stop what he was doing.  Just waited.  Her brain was trying to remember the verb for ‘want’.  Finally it came back into her memory bank.

“Quiero,” she began.