Wild Irish (Book 1 of the Weldon Series) (8 page)

The sudden color in her cheeks said that now and then was a little more often. Jesse leaned back, taking in this new fact, not sure he liked the idea that the woman he wanted to have a hot fling with knew his mother well enough to chat.

“
You didn’t answer my question,” she prompted. “Why are you in Savannah?”

“
A vacation and a business trip of sorts,” he said. “Wes and I are relocating part of our business down here. I haven’t mentioned it to my parents yet, though. Not until the arrangements pan out.”

“
I hope they work out for you then.”

He nodded. “Currently, I’m looking at properties to house our facility.” He slipped his hand up to play with the loose strands of her hair. Sunlight glistened off the different colors of her light curls, winking gold then fiery red. “I’m curious. What makes you an almost virgin?”

Her cheeks colored a bright pink. She hesitated then shrugged. “Roger doesn’t count so until you today, I haven’t…”

Jesse waited to see if she’d finish her statement. She didn’t, but it didn’t take a Sherlock to deduce the rest. All of these years and she’d only known one man, one who had to have been less than inspiring. The fact that he’d been the second since he’d passed up on being the first curled inside of him and ratcheted his desire higher.

“
Your deck is really private. The walls are so high that you can’t see the ocean.”

He smiled at her lame attempt to change the subject from sex. “The hot tub is private for a reason.” The look he gave her left the reason unstated, but definitely understood. “There’s another deck off the living room and master bedroom that gives you the full effect of the ocean. I’ll show it to you later.”

“
Um, good.”

She glanced at the high fences enclosing them. Then she drained her water in several nervous gulps and set the glass on the edge of the tub.

Hell, he wished he knew what she was thinking. He wanted to help her relax. Soothing, warm water bubbled around them, the sun’s heat soaked into his skin, an ocean breeze swirled in the air, and he wasn’t all over her. He was playing it cool. So what else would it take to put her at ease? “Want a beer?”

“
Sure.”

Leaning forward, he snagged one out of the cooler and handed it to her. She popped the top, took a sip, and set the beer down. The frown on her face told him she wasn’t a beer-drinking gal. No, she’d be into champagne and fancy wines.

“
To be honest, I don’t want a beer. I want you to stop being so polite. I want you to kiss me. I want you to give me everything you’ve got--”

He didn’t wait to hear any more. He tossed his beer over the side of the tub. Foam spewed up in a shower, but he ignored it and reached for her. Pulling her into his lap, he angled his mouth over hers. She met his kiss with hot hunger, running her hands over his chest, shoulders, around his neck until she slid her fingers into his hair. He wanted to feel her everywhere. Taking hold of her hips, he turned her to straddle his legs and the T-shirt slid up, leaving naked flesh for his hands.

“
Hell woman,’ he said gasping, arching his erection up against her feminine flesh. Finding out she’d left off her underwear had nearly made him come like a teenager having a wet dream. His pulse pounded as if gunfire dogged his steps.

“
Lexi, Lexi, Lexi.” He moved his hands under the T-shirt, feeling along the silky curves of her hips then higher, not stopping until he palmed her breasts. A slice of heavenly pie didn’t even come close to describing the sensations coursing through him.

He had to taste her again. Kissed her hard, he slid his hands down and edged her shirt up and he moved his lips down her throat. With her knees on either side of his thighs, she arched up, bringing her breasts to his lips. He suckled one nipple through the wet T-shirt, his hands cupping and kneading her ass as he pressed her closer to his mouth. She moaned.

Finally, he grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and stripped it off her, giving her no time to think before he found her other nipple and ravished it. She was soft, lily white, like cream tinged with peaches. He doubted she’d ever been nude outside before, but she should have. She looked glorious in the sunshine.

Standing up, he set her on the edge of the tub and looked at her. She still wore the pearls and he had to admit that she looked sexy as hell completely naked but for the luminous beads about her throat. They suited her as if she too were a shimmering treasure. She’d ditched her diamond ring and he frowned at the absence of that barrier. Part of him wanted that ring back on her finger, wanted the distance he could create by it.

“
What’s wrong?” Her eyes were deliciously dazed.

“
Not a thing, Sunshine.” He shoved his thoughts aside. He had her naked and he wasn’t going to miss out on a thing. “I just want to look at how gorgeous you are.”

“
Like before,” she said.

He’d said almost the same thing twelve years ago. “You remember?” he asked.

She nodded, her eyes too damn expressive of things he didn’t want to think about. Hell, he didn’t want to hear that she remembered the past, it made everything more personal. But when he looked into her eyes, he couldn’t deny that he remembered too. “Yeah, like before,”

“
But different this time.” She reached out and pulled on his trunks, catching him a bit off guard. “This time I’m going to see and get all of you.”

He liked her aggression, her hunger, and her sensual innocence. Sex wasn’t a game for her, it wasn’t a jaded act, it was an exploration she eagerly sought and he was ready for the trip. He smiled as he took a condom out of his pocket and set it on the side of the tub next to her. Then he slipped the tie of his trunks loose and slid them off. His full erection rode on top of the swirling water, its warm waves caressing him and his sensitive sacs. She reached for him and he stepped back.

From the smoldering fire in her green eyes, he knew she wanted him now and if she touched him, he’d have no choice but to take her. “First I get to taste you, all over,” he said against her mouth, sucking lightly on her lips and tongue before moving lower.

Her breasts filled the palms of his hand, just right. Her peach-rose nipples jutted upward, begging for him to suck them again and he did. This time he didn’t have to nudge her legs open to fit between them, she welcomed him, spreading her legs wider and leaning back. She sat on the smooth marbled corner of the tub, her feet in the water, but the rest of her ripe for the taking. He feasted on her breasts and when she squirmed against him wanting more, he moved lower, running his tongue over the soft concave planes of her stomach.

Then, resting on his knees in the water, he spread her legs wider. She leaned back, her hands resting on the outer edge of the tub, and watched him, eyes half-mast. Her blonde curls were wet and shimmered in the sunlight. He spread her lower lips open for his kiss, sliding his tongue over the sensitive hotspot hidden there. Her hips jerked in response. She moaned; the deep low sound sent tingles of pleasure through him. Sometimes life didn’t get any better than making a woman hot. He kissed her there long and hard until he could feel her excitement and desire mounting to a fevered pitch, her breaths were gasps, her legs had tensed, and her hips were undulating with need. Then he backed off and grabbed the condom.

By the time she opened her eyes and said, “Jesse, please,” he was ready. He pulled her hips closer to the edge of the tub and slid home, grunting as an intense wave of pleasure washed over him. Then he plunged deeper and deeper, relentlessly driving them both to an orgasm.

Alexi shuddered, her body arching higher with every thrust as she pressed the core of her need against Jesse. She felt the elemental power of his thrusts, the excitement, and the wild desire that kept burning hotter and hotter. He was so male, so masculine and hard, and all that power drove deep inside of her. Steamy water caressed her feet, hot sunshine and cool breezes slid over her body and across her breasts. She grabbed his shoulders, pressing closer to him. She tipped her head back, saw the sun, and reveled in the incredible realization that she was making love outside…again. This time wantonly naked. Jesse’s hard erection filled her, drove her wilder. Sexually, it was as if she’d waited forever for him. Her blood roared in her ears, her heart pounded in her chest, and she thought that any second she would explode into a million pieces.

“
You make me burn, Sunshine,” Jesse said as he slammed deep into her. “Burn for me too.” His finger flicked over the sensitive heart of her sex, and she climaxed, impossibly flying even higher than before. The shards of pleasure wracking her body were so intense that she could do nothing but shudder and cling to him.

Shit, Jesse thought. His knees were weak, his vision had blurred, and his heart thundered painfully. He felt that was about to pass out from an orgasm. It had to be the heat, from the sun, from the hot tub. Heat stroke. That was it. There was no way that having sex with a woman, any woman, could reduce him to a puddle of mud. He hated like hell to pull out and move away from Alexi, but he had to plant his ass somewhere quick or keel over. As he slid from her hot sex, he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash bin then fell back onto the bench seat of the tub and pulled her into his lap. Her pebbled nipples rode the top of the water and he gave each rosy tip a quick suck. He couldn’t resist. He could have been dying and he would have done the same. She moaned as if she felt the same way.

After a while, they left the tub for the lounge chair. He laid back and situated her between his legs so they could both rest in the warmth of the sun. It didn’t take long before the sexy languor of having her naked and in his arms after all these years had him wanting her again.

She wanted everything he had to give? He’d give it to her big time. Reaching down, he cupped her sex with his palm. “What turns you on, Lexi. What’s your fantasy?”

She leaned her head into the crook of his shoulder and looked at him, her gaze, still misty with pleasure. “I’ve never thought about—”

“
Never, Lexi?” Reaching down, he slid a finger between the folds of her sex and caressed with tiny strokes as he whispered in her ear. “You’ve never had a fantasy? Never thought about having sex outside? Having sex in a hot tub? Never thought about being nude someplace you maybe shouldn’t?”

She arched her back, pressing her sex to his hand. “Uh, maybe, I, uh, have.”

“
Where, Lexi? Where are you in that fantasy?”

Jesse felt her hips respond more to his touch, thrusting for more action, but she didn’t answer him. He lifted his hand away. “Tell me. Where are you?”

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. She wanted more of his touch, but wasn’t ready to share any secrets.

“
You know how I see you, Lexi? I see you in a black dress at some classy party and I’m wondering if you’re wearing anything under that dress all evening. You make me wonder with seductive looks, a stolen kiss, a slow dance. Then I see you sneak outside and disappear into a moonlit gazebo. I follow, coming up behind you, and I discover you’re not wearing anything under your dress.” He moved his other hand and plucked at her breast, flicking his finger over her nipple until it beaded with need. She moaned and arched her back, clearly buying into his fantasy.

“
You’re hot and ready for me and I take you from behind. We have sex right there in the moonlight, with people only yards away and no one knows it. Now that I’ve confessed one. What’s your fantasy, Lexi? Tell me, sunshine.”

“
Mirrors,” she gasped. “Watching you touch me, watching you make love to me would be like perfect art in motion.”

Jesse smiled. He was more than ready to make her little fantasy a reality. “Come on, Lex. I do mirrors.” Easing up from the chair, he snagged towels for them both then led her to his bedroom. The closet door held a full-length mirror, not ideal, but it’d do.

He got a condom, some massage oil, and a chair. Then he turned to her, ready for seduction, but she wasn’t facing the mirrors. She stood gazing at the view of the ocean from the wall of glass sliding doors. The expression on her face seemed to reflect his own reaction the first time he saw the sprawling horizon of endless beauty.

"This is beautiful," she whispered. “So peaceful. So…relaxing. So unlike my family’s home.”

Jesse paused. He didn’t want to make that emotional connection, didn’t want to reach out and touch the vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. He slid his hand to her shoulders and turned her to face the mirrors.

"No. You’re beautiful," he said. She still had her hair up in an elaborate mass of curls, though quite a few strands had escaped, giving her the look of a lady who’d been taken. That he’d been the one to do the taking felt like warm whiskey inside his gut.

“
See how beautiful,” he said softly in her ear, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. He kissed the back of her neck, still smelling the faint scent of lavender on her skin and he slid his fingers into her hair, seeking out the tiny pins holding her curls captive and freeing her glossy strand to fall in a mass of silky waves about her shoulders.

She watched him, curious and expectant as he reached around for the tuck holding up her towel and paused. The rapid beat of her heart pulsed against his arm and his own heart leaped in anticipation. Together, in the mirror, they were a contrast of light and dark. Her blonde hair to his black, her creamy white skin to his roughed tanned body. She came to just below his chin, so softly feminine to his hard length.