Remembrance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 4) (41 page)

She laughed at his ramblings.  “Okay.  Can I answer your questions now?”

“Sorry, I’ve been looking forward to this for a while.  Knowing it’s within my reach is making me impatient.”  His hardened penis poked onto her at that moment.

“You were the one who told me one of the things I wanted in a man –”

“I know – was patience,” he said impatiently.  They both chuckled.

“Yes, I want to be on birth control.  I just need to read up more about the options.  I know some women gain weight on them and that makes me a little nervous.  But I would love to not use a condom with you, too,” she whispered somewhat shyly.

He rolled his hips, pressing his erection onto her and breathed out a moan of anticipation.  “We’ve talked long enough, don’t you think?”

He glanced over to the corner of the kitchen and Janie knew exactly what he’d just spotted. 

The fire extinguisher.  She chuckled.  He reached into a kitchen drawer next to them getting something.

“What –?”

He pulled out a condom and tore it open with his mouth, then rolled it on himself.  His smile caused a chill to go through her.

“Where on earth did that come from?  Did you just get a condom out of my
spoon
drawer?”  She laughed.

“There are condoms all over this place,” he said with his mysterious smile, then he fell on her without warning and Janie let it happen.  He fed on her, ravaged her, all while pulling her to him so she was fit perfectly to his body.  She wrapped her legs around him and pushed her core up into his hard body reaching for that part of him that she wanted inside her.  He took her hands and placed them on his ass.

“I want you,” he breathed.  “God, I want you so badly, I’m in pain.”

She was soaring above the clouds at the knowledge that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.  Gripping the cheeks of his butt, she dug her fingers into his flesh and pulled him to her, begging him to move and relieve the pressure for both of them.

He didn’t need another hint and he moved a hand to her opening between them, touching her intimately, pushing what felt like three fingers inside her.  She cried out.

“You’re so ready for me,” he breathed out, spreading her wetness around.

“I’ve always been ready for you, Luke,” she whimpered, looking him in the eye.

A beat passed then he moved his hand back to her hair and gripped it, holding her down so she couldn’t move and he could pound into her.  And he did, propelling his hips forward wildly while he held her ass off the counter.  She screamed at the invasion.  He was huge and had entered with such force she would’ve moved significantly up the counter had he not been gripping her hair holding her in place. 

Once in, he gritted his teeth and nearly growled, panting, his chest moving quickly up and down.  He finally looked down at her.  A look of complete lust and calm overcame his countenance, his lips forming a satisfied, wicked and cocky grin.

He pulled out to the tip then rammed back into her.  She arched into him and let out a yell at the force of his action.  He lay himself down on her chest and began moving his hips into a steady rolling rhythm, all the while resting his mouth on hers.

He surged in and out, causing both of them to yell.  She could barely breathe, his chest crushing her own hypersensitive one.  She whimpered against his mouth, but he didn’t stop the onslaught with his mouth.  His hands dug into her hair and he squeezed, kissing her even more voraciously.  He pulled away to look at her.

“Do you know what this means, Janie Callahan?”  His voice came out on a grunt, his eyes closing in ecstasy which only made her more excited and aroused.

“It means you’re fucking me,” she moaned out as he pushed back into her.  “I can’t believe we’re doing this.  You feel so good, Luke.”

He kissed her softly.  “It means more than fucking, Janie.  It means I
have
you now.”  He stood and began moving in earnest, hitting a spot deep inside her.  She gasped at the feeling as well as the implication in his words.  “It means no more dates for you.”  He was losing his breath as he moaned, sweat building on his skin.  “It means there won’t be another man who touches you,” he groaned almost in anguish, his thrusts becoming more determined.  “It means I’m not fuckin’ sharing you anymore.” 

His hand gripped her hair even harder and her scalp lit up, making her go crazy, while his other hand held her ass.  He knew exactly how to touch her, like he could read her mind even though she couldn’t even form the thoughts of what she wanted herself.  She ran her nails up his arms, wanting to feel his body on hers. 

Sensing her need, he pulled her up to sitting on the counter so their chests collided.  Her hands went to his hair as the speed of his hips annihilated all reason from her head and she couldn’t keep up with the thorough attention he was paying her.  Her draped leg over his arm reached around his body as much as it could, and then she just let him have at it.

Because, Dear Lord, she’d never felt this before.  Not with the men in Paris.  They didn’t even come close to the physical domination that was Luke Daniels, who overtook all of her senses.  He was big, he was overwhelming, and he made her feel so delicate but strong, so dominated yet powerful.  It seemed without even trying, he determined and dictated which reaction he wanted by each of his movements, each thrust precipitating her groans and gasps.  He knew which moves would emit each of her sounds.

And she was sure when he wanted her to scream, he would know exactly what to do to get her there.

“Your sweet pussy fits me perfectly,” he whispered against her lips.  “I knew it would. 
Es mi dulce concha
,” he purred.   “Do you understand?  It’s mine now, Janie.”

Her groans were becoming more prolonged as he carried her higher and higher, his words so erotic.  He kissed her gently yet pounded into her. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Luke,” she let out.

“I’m here, baby, and I’m not leaving.  I’m right here.”  He began moving his pelvic bone forward each time he thrust causing him to h
it her clitoris over and over.  She was almost unable to withstand the battering she was receiving. 

He picked up the pace, if that was even possible and moved one hand to her knee to pull it back even further.  “Scream, Janie.  Fuckin
g scream.  Show me how much you’ve been waiting for this.  How much you love what I’m doing to you.”

She was gasping, her yells getter louder until finally her body snapped and caved in on itself, the walls exploding and falling around the wrecking ball that was Luke.  Screaming, she couldn’t believe the sound that was coming from the depth of her body, of her soul.  She strained against him, her eyes closed in complete surrender, complete bliss, her teeth gritting together. 

Luke waited until her inner muscles stopped clutching him then surged forward with a roar, pummeling her so forcefully that she couldn’t hold back more screams.  When Luke finally reached his own release, he collapsed onto her, sweat covering his body and his chest expanding from the air he was trying to pull into his lungs. 

They stayed there after the marathon session of lovemaking until she finally had enough air in her to ask him the question she’d wanted to ask for five minutes.

“Are you g
oing to tell me how there are condoms in my spoon drawer?” she giggled.

He smiled.  “Come here,” he said then moved back, pulling her with him.  “Hang on.”  Placing his hands around her butt and thighs, he lifted her just as she wound her arms and legs around him.  No matter how much weight she lost, she would forever worry that she was too heavy to be lifted.  She was about to tell him to put her down when he said, “I can’t wait to have you again.”  Still imbedded inside her, he carried her to the bedroom and she nuzzled her face into his neck.  He smelled incredible.

He laid her down onto the bed, disengaged from her and got rid of the condom, then after turning on the side lamp on her nightstand, he crawled to rest between her legs.  Finally he answered her question.  

“So, I left you a message earlier,” he began.  Her hands were stroking his face, his were playing with her hair.

“Yes,” she smiled.

“I told you I was coming over.”  He waited a beat and looked her in the eye.

“Don’t even tell me you used that key,” she said, only half mad.  She was just too happy with the turn of events to be mad.

“I came over and banged on your door.  I thought you were home but ignoring me, so I decided it would be best to surprise you, have it out with you if necessary.”  He raised an eyebrow, challenging her to yell at him.

“You decided it would be best to surprise me?  Well, I wasn’t here.”  She gave a wry smile.  “I ran out of here as soon as I thought you might come over.  So, what did you do when I didn’t answer the door?” she asked, already knowing his answer.

He shrugged, his face only a little wary.  “I let myself in, yelled thinking you were here, but you weren’t.”

She pushed his shoulder.  “I can’t believe you just let yourself into my loft, Luke,” she grumbled.

His eyes pinned her to the bed.  “I was go
ing to wait for you, figuring you had to come home to get ready for your
date
,” he bit out. 

“I went shopping, then hung out at my mom’s.  I didn’t wa
nt to bump into you.  I was too pissed.”

“That’s okay.  It gave me plenty of time to take care of some things.”

“Like?”

“Like making sure I had condoms stashed in every section of the loft so that
after
your date, I could be ready for you no matter where we were.”

She couldn’t believe this conversation and laughed in disbelief.  “And how did you know I wouldn’t see them and just use them with my date?” she mused.

“You weren’t allowed to have sex,” he pointed out.

“My
spoon
drawer, Luke?”

He smiled boyishly.  “I was go
ing to wait outside until you got home.  Then Mike called for us to go out.  I figured I’d hang with the guys for an hour, then come back.”

She laughed so
ftly.  “Where else did you put them?”

He smiled.  “You’ll have to wait and see.”

“That’s my Luke,” she stretched happily then leaned up to kiss him.  “Always prepared.”  She took a moment to look at him and her body flushed with desire.

He wagged his eyes.  “If you’ll recall, I was supposed to have plans with you tonight.  There was no way I wasn’t go
ing to have you, no matter what the obstacles.  I made sure I had all necessary accoutrements in place,” he smiled lazily.

A zing went through her.  She licked at her lips and felt his erection.  “I really hope you’re planning on letting me have a bite of this at some point tonight,” she said wiggling around his hard manliness.  “Because I want it.”  She met his eyes.  “In my mouth.”

His heavy lidded eyes stared into hers.  “Oh, there’ll be plenty of time for that.  And have I told you how much I love that mouth?  Your feisty, dirty mouth?”

Lust, contentment, complete peace.  Love.  The emotions bombarded her all at once as she lay with him on top of her.  Her hand stroked his back, his hair.  She nuzzled the side of his face which was buried in her neck.  He began nibbling there, rubbing her hair under his hand.

“I’d say we made some pretty sweet cookies together, Daniels.”

He smiled against her skin.  “Like I said,” he whispered in her ear before kissing it, “I’ve always loved your cookies.  I just didn’t know how much until now.”

A low chuckle formed in her chest.  “And I’m partial to that long thick spoon that stirred the batter.”

He lifted his head and smiled down at her. “That batter needs a little more stirring tonight, don’t you think? 

She’d just had sex with Luke and she was about to do it again.  She didn’t even know if she could put the experience into words.  He’d completely taken her, stripped her of all coherent thought, and she couldn’t wait for him to do it again.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“That I can’t even put into words what sex with you is like.”  She touched his face and he sucked her thumb into his mouth.

How was it possible for her to be aroused so quickly after coming only moments earlier?  He did this to her.

“We do make some pretty outstanding cookies together,” he murmured with humor, kissing all around her face.

“You definitely do a better job of making these cookies than you do the other ones,” she teased.

“I didn’t forget the eggs this time,” he chuckled while kissing her.

“No, you most certainly did not.”  She hesitated then said, “I know I don’t have as much experience as you,” she began, “but you can teach me what you like.  How to be better –”

He interrupted.  “Stop.”  He sighed and looked tenderly at her.  “You might not be able to put it into words, but let me try.”  He swallowed and made sure she was looking into his eyes before continuing.  “What we just did was a perfect culmination of everything we’ve been thinking, feeling, wanting.  It was more than our bodies coming together; it was our minds, our spirits.  It was everything.  It was every nerve ending screaming to be touched.  It was our hearts calling out to each other.  Our minds connecting.  Our spirits becoming one.”  He kissed her forehead, leaving his lips there.  “You say you don’t have as much experience as me, but I promise you Janie.  What we just did?  I don’t have any experience with that at
all
.  I just know,” he paused.  “I want to experience that over and over with you.  We’ll both learn together.  Just me and you.”