Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Soul [Wolves of West Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (4 page)

Now what exactly did he mean by that look? It indicated embarrassment for his preference in how he liked his meals prepared. Why would he feel that way?

“Where’s the grill? Show me what you need me to do,” he said.

It wasn’t long before their meal was ready. They sat down at the dining table and enjoyed every last bite. The steaks were cooked just right. Cindy made a mental note to ask Juan over for dinner more often. “You’re a good chef.”

“Comes from helping at home. When we have family get-togethers, they usually turn into big dinners. The guys are always in charge of the grill. If you don’t cook everyone’s meat just right, they get grouchy.” He grinned.

“Sounds like a normal, big family having a good time,” she said.

“Always.”

Cindy realized as she gazed at him under the light above the dining table that his bruises and abrasions showed amazing improvement. “The injuries to your face are healing so fast.”

“I do tend to heal fast. A family trait.”

“Nice trait to have.”

He nodded, his expression turning serious. “You were amazing last night to come outside alone and help me after my run-in with the Hawks.”

“I couldn’t ignore the fact you looked injured and might need help.”

“You had no idea who I was.” He slashed his hand through the air. “I could have been a totally bad dude. Not everyone would do what you did. Most people would have closed their curtains. Some might have called the police. You had the courage to come outside, in your robe and pajamas even, and take me, a complete stranger, into your home.”

“I couldn’t just stand by the window and do nothing. I feared you’d been fatally injured.”

“You brought me into your home, gave me access to your cell, cleaned me up, and tended my wounds. You’re a remarkable woman.” His eyes held hers with his warmth and sincerity.

“I guess my work with the Rescue Mission has made me less afraid of strangers than most people would be.”

They’d both finished their dinner. Cynthia picked up her plate. “I’ll take these dishes into the kitchen.”

“I’ll help,” Juan said, and stood, holding her chair for her and gathering up his plate.

After the dishes were all in the dishwasher, she asked, “Would you like another glass of wine?”

“If you’re having one, I’ll join you,” he said.

She poured the wine into their glasses and offered his to him. “Why don’t we make ourselves comfortable in the den?”

“Sounds good.” He followed her into the den and took a seat between her and the end of the sofa. “What does your work involve at the Rescue Mission, besides collecting and delivering clothing?”

“I usually walk through the main gathering room and see if anyone appears ill and needs special care. If I know of a job available, I look for someone who might be eager and capable of handling the work. My friends and I cooperate with the Rescue Mission that way to help.”

“While you and your friends are there, I hope you’re careful about your own safety. That rescue operation is in one of the rougher parts of the older area by the railroad tracks.”

“At all times, we stay aware of what’s happening both inside and outside the building. We don’t make a delivery if there’s an obvious problem. Of course, we don’t always know what’s happening until we walk inside. I’ve learned to stay calm, assess things, and be on my way if I need to leave. But there’s hardly ever any reason for a hasty retreat.”

“Watch out for any suspicious gang activity. I know the Hawks cruise that part of town looking for young homeless women for their house of prostitution.”

“I’ll keep my eyes open for them. I hadn’t thought of that possibility before, but, sadly, it makes sense now that you mention it.”

He leaned close to her and kissed her softly, brushing his firm, warm lips across hers. “I don’t want to upset you, but I want you to be safe.”

She smiled at him. “I understand. I’ll be more careful. Thank you.”

“It’s not much compared to what you did for me last night.”

“I can think of any number of ways to remedy that.”

He grinned at her. “You can? What exactly are you thinking about?”

“Oh. Well, another kiss would be a good place to start.” She smiled.

He reached an arm across the front of her and cradled her shoulder, gathering her close. “Let’s get started then.” He lowered his head and brushed her lips with his.

She parted her lips, and he delved within excruciatingly slowly with the tip of his tongue. She wanted more, so much more. Wrapping her arms around his solid torso, careful not to touch his bruises, she tilted her head and met his tongue with hers, stroking and teasing the warm, wet texture. He took the kiss deeper, covering her mouth with his. He groaned softly, and she breathed out a sigh of pleasure. She caressed the muscles of his back with her fingers.

One of his hands smoothed over her midriff and cupped her breast. She inhaled swiftly as his thumb brushed across her nipple. Heated sensations raced through her body to the most sensitive flesh surrounding her channel. He stroked his fingers over her firm nipple. The heated ache pulsed through her clit. The physical need made her moan.

“Let’s get these clothes off you,” he said, his voice soft and rasping. “Is this room private enough for you? I want to see you naked.”

At his words, every pleasure point in her body tightened with desire. “Yes. No one can see us here. The curtains cover the windows, and no one can see us from the front of the house.”

“Good, because I’m finding it hard to wait.” He smiled at her with that lopsided smile of his. “Let me help.” He took hold of the bottom edge of her pink, silk pullover and lifted it slowly as she sat up and raised her arms. Before she could take two breaths, he had it off her.

“May I?” He slipped his fingers beneath the fastening of her pale pink bra.

She smiled. “Yes, you may.”

He unclasped her bra and pushed the straps down her arms and off. “You’re so beautiful.” For a long moment he stared at her breasts, his eyes dark. “I want to taste you and lick those pink tits.”

She shivered at his words, wanting him to do that very thing. “Please.” She arched her back and offered her breasts to him. She couldn’t believe it was so easy to let him have his way. He was so different from her ex-husband. Juan took time to be playful and generous.

He lowered his head, and she watched as he licked one nipple with the tip of his tongue. Heat streaked to her swollen labia. He took her nipple with his lips, drew it into his mouth, and sucked hard. She moaned at the pleasure. He moved to her other breast and licked and sucked as he kneaded the first one with his long fingers. Finally he raised his head, and his hands smoothed down her ribs to her waistband.

His eyes met hers, his gaze holding hers while he unfastened and unzipped her slacks. Bracing her hands on the sofa cushions, she pushed herself up a little, and he slipped her slacks past her hips and down her legs.

He chuckled as he gazed at her lace-edged, pink panties. “These could be fun.” Lifting the lacey edge of one leg opening, he smoothed his fingers over her swollen flesh.

She jerked and moaned.

“You like that.” He grinned. His fingers delved between her already wet, slick folds. “You’re so hot. I want to look at you.”

He pulled her panties down her hips and thighs, and she raised her legs so he could remove the garment from her feet. She had no concerns about what he might do. For whatever reason, she trusted him implicitly.

He cupped her calves and bent her knees so her feet rested on the sofa cushions. “Lean back.”

She did as he asked, offering herself, everything parted and open to him. When he gazed at her most private, wet, swollen sex, her body tightened with need low in her belly and between her thighs.

“You’re beautiful, your pussy’s all rosy and damp,” he said, his voice a soft rasp.

“Take off your clothes.” She wanted to feel him, skin to skin. He slipped off his shirt, and she inhaled swiftly when he lowered his head. The tattoo on his back looked like a wolf.

Holding her breath, she waited for his touch. He didn’t disappoint. The tip of his hot, wet tongue speared between her folds and stroked her sensitive clit. A sharp moan escaped her, and she raised her hips in needy response to his questing mouth. He kissed her wet, swollen flesh, and again delved to titillate her sensitive bud with his wicked tongue. His breath felt cool against her damp skin. Another moan escaped.

He slipped his big hands beneath her hips and cupped them, lifting her pelvis to his teasing mouth. She closed her fingers in his long hair and squeezed. A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. Moving lower, he kissed, nuzzled, and nipped gently, and finally his tongue stroked deep inside her slick opening. She cried out, the pleasure intense. “Juan! That feels so good.”

He delved inside her over and over with that tormenting tongue. She was close to coming. Just a little more.

He left her opening and licked through her parted folds until he reached her clit, where he stopped. He teased her nubbin. A high-pitched cry escaped her as the caresses increased sensation almost to the point of climax. “Oh, God!”

One long finger slipped deep inside her channel.

“Your pussy is slick and hot.” He moved in and out and then slid two fingers slowly within, stretching her.

“Juan!” she moaned, moving her hips up and down.

“You’re so tight,
chica
.”

“Don’t stop!” she cried, gasping.

His fingers slid deeper and tantalized her. He buried his face in her needy flesh and sucked her clit. His fingers stroked deep once more, and her world tilted, slinging her into ecstasy. Her orgasm slammed into her, and her hips bucked against his mouth. A keening cry escaped her. “Juan!” Orgasmic contractions swept through her belly and around his fingers.

Pulses continued until they gradually ebbed. She opened her eyes and gazed at Juan, who was smiling at her. Supreme gratification and lethargy filled her with complete relaxation. His fingers moved and her body pulsed around them.

He smiled. “Ready to go again?” He pushed his fingers deeper.

She moaned with pleasure as her body jerked. “I’ve never had such an intense release before. What did you do to me?” She smiled again.

He chuckled deep in his throat. “It’s you. You’re beautiful and passionate.”

“What about you? You haven’t found your release yet.” The tent in his jeans was obvious.

His fingers moved inside her again. “Do you want me inside your tight pussy?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Do you have protection?”

“In my wallet.” Juan motioned to his pocket as he leaned his elbow on the sofa cushion, continuing to tease her wet, heated flesh.

“That’s something I’ve never done before…retrieve a condom while being pleasured,” she said.

Carefully, Juan moved with her. “Why interrupt pleasure,
querida
?”

She sat up and slipped one hand into his pocket, retrieving his wallet and taking one of the small foil packages from it as his erection leaped at her touch. He’d come well prepared. Her channel pulsed and gripped his fingers. She braced herself with her hands against the sofa.

He unfastened his jeans with his other hand. His cock escaped from the unfastened clothing. His erection appeared hard as steel, the smooth tip dripping pre-cum.

He took the condom from the packet and put it on.