Wild Irish (Book 1 of the Weldon Series) (9 page)

“
You like watching me touch you, Lexi?” he asked softy, slipping the towel loose, and letting it fall to their feet. He did the same with his towel. Her rose nipples had softened and he ran his hands over her as she watched. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking when I touch you?”

She licked her lips, watching. “Yes.” Her answer was barely audible.

Knowing that she wanted to watch had a potent thrill in it, made the sex more real, more visually satisfying. “When I see you like this, I’m thinking I can’t wait for you. I’m thinking I want to see your face flush, your eyes lose focus, and your body melt as I make you come.” He poured some oil into his hand. The smell of cinnamon surrounded them and he relished the fragrance. “Spicy sweet. Hot candy. Like you.” He spread the oil over her breasts, making her slick.

Alexi gasped as the cinnamon oil made her breasts tingle, then yearn to be soothed by his hands. She knew Jesse had to hear her heart thundering, had to know that in any second she felt as if she would come when he touched her and that turned her on. The heat of his arousal pressed firmly against the small of her back. He wanted her again and that turned her on even more.

“
I like making you hot, making you so hot that you don’t care about anything but feeling me inside of you.”

She watched him play with her breasts, cup them and mold them until her nipples were hard, until she moaned with need. “Yes. I want you inside.”

“
Soon,” he whispered into her ear, making her shiver. Her breasts ached for more of his touch, and she arched her back needing his hands on her nipples and so many other places, but he moved to her back.

His gaze in the mirror was intent, watching her every reaction as he spread oil from her shoulders to buttocks and beyond. Everywhere he touched, every place he slid his fingers exploring her body, she tingled and simmered. She felt hotter and hotter, as if fire licked her, wanting to tease her until she came apart with need. He took more oil and covered her stomach, moving lower and lower with his touch until her whole body shimmered with the stimulating oil.

“
Set your foot on the chair, Lexi. Open yourself for me.”

She did as he asked, feeling decadent, feeling glorious, feeling awed that she’d never let herself delve into this world of rich sensuality before. How was it possible? How could she have only let herself know uninspired sex? The truth hit her hard. She hadn’t wanted anything more because she’d been comfortable and safe with things that way.

Jesse spread her leg wider then he poured the spicy oil over her sex, wiping out any chance of thought. In the mirror she watched him touch her. He slid his finger down and flicked it back and forth over her clit then from behind with his other hand he pushed a finger inside of her throbbing sex and pumped in and out, adding two fingers then three until she was on fire for him.

“
That’s it, Lexi. That’s it. You don’t care about anything else but me making you come right now, do you?”

“
Jesse, come inside now. Please.” She pressed her bottom back against the hot thrust of his erection.

He backed away, slipping his fingers from her hot core and giving her clit one last flick before he left her. She nearly fell over from the lack of his support and had to bring her leg down from the chair. She felt dazed and bereft.

Jesse sat in the chair and held up a condom. “You want me then come and get me.” He stretched his legs out, leaving his erection jutting straight up, flushed red and thick with need. The devilish gleam in his eyes told her he was more than ready for anything she wanted to do.

Turning to face him, she took the condom, feeling hesitant. He was so sexual. So potent. This was so sexual. Sex for the most part had been a late night seduction after dinner or a movie, with the lights low and a few glasses of wine to mellow both the senses and her sensibilities. She’d never known this hot flagrant, hedonistic enjoyment of sex for no other reason than to give each other pleasure. She could hardly believe it was her, Alexandria Jordan standing here nude and oiled, burning to have sex again. And as scary as the thought seemed, any way she looked at it, she couldn’t imagine doing something like this with anyone but Jesse, a man she’d wanted so much as a teen that she’d broken every rule to have him. Smiling, she walked his way. “Come and get you?”

“
Yeah. Whatever you want, sunshine, it’s yours.”

“
We had a wager, didn’t we? Dances and kisses, I believe.”

“
Uh, Lexi. I don’t think this is the time to dance. It’d be a bit too painful at the moment.”

“
You want those kisses, don’t you?”

Grinned, he spread his legs a little, making his arousal more prominent. “It’s rather obvious that I do. What do you have in mind?”

“
A bargain. You get your kisses now and I get an equal number of dances later.”

“
Deal.”

“
Don’t guess you’re in any condition to negotiate, are you?”

“
No. I’ll regret whatever I have to, later. Come here.”

She slid to her knees beside the chair. Looking up, she saw his pupils dilate as she took his erection between her hands and caressed him. “Where,” she asked softly. “Where exactly did you want me to kiss you?”

Jesse moaned. “You’re killing me, sunshine. I’ll take them anywhere you won’t regret giving them. It’s your choice.”

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his arousal, tentatively at first, then a little more boldly. Then she looked in the mirror and watched herself touching his erection, kissing his erection, licking his erection. She ran her tongue over the silky smooth flesh, feeling the heat, feeling his body pulse with need. He watched her licking and sucking him, too. His hands clenched and his body trembling from her touch. Encouraged, she drew the head of his penis into her mouth deeper, swirling her tongue over him, doing it again and again. His groan was deep and guttural and she lost track of time, enjoying herself by making him feel.

He grabbed her shoulders. “No more. Not this time.” He gently nudged her. “Look at yourself, Lexi. See the wild sexy, siren that I see. Damn, I have got to get inside you or die.”

In the mirror, she saw herself, kneeling beside him, her body glistening with oil, her hair a wild tangle about her shoulders. Her lips were puffy, her eyes languorous. He was looking at her as he opened and slid on the condom, all dark and dangerous, and so blatantly sexual.

“
Stand up and face the mirror, Lexi. I want you to see me inside of you.”

When she turned, he pulled her down onto his lap and spread her legs, pressing them to rest on the outside of his thighs. The flushed folds of her sex lay open and his erection brushed them. Lifting her hips, he eased her onto him, groaning.

Alexi gasped as he filled her, as she watched his erection disappear into her. Then sliding one hand back and forth across her breasts and the other down to rub the hardened nub of her sex, he pushed deeper. Watching him touch her, watching his intensity as he plucked at her nipple, flicked her clit, and thrust up into her again and again, propelled her into new sexual territory and heightened her senses to a fevered pitch. It was as if he bared a deep, sensual part of herself she’d always kept secret, had always feared to admit existed.

Screaming his name she came in a wild rush as her orgasm plowed into her like a freight train and kept rolling over her again and again, spiraling her more and more out of control.

Having Alexi scream his name again, seeing her come apart, knowing he’d driven her wild, sent Jesse over the edge. This foray into sex with her kept edging him higher, making him hotter and more turned on than he could ever remember being. The spasms of her inner muscles milked his exploding erection until he could do nothing but jerk to the whim of her orgasm as he too lost all control.

His walk on the wild side plunged him into the deep end. Because at that moment, he knew come hell or high water, he’d be doing his best to come inside Alexi again. This game had only just begun.

Before either of them could move, the phone rang. He leaned back and closed his eyes, thinking whoever invented the answering machine definitely knew what they were doing. Unlike him. He didn’t know what in the hell he was doing having a sex fest with a woman he couldn’t seem to get enough of.

By the third ring of the phone, he’d decided that having more sex with Alexi would fit just fine into his vacation. A man didn’t get rid of twelve years of wanting in one afternoon. Maybe they’d do the weekend together. The chapter in his life that she’d been in had dangled with injustice for twelve years. It stood to reason that it would take longer than one afternoon to bring it to a satisfying conclusion. That had to be why his hunger for her seemed insatiable. That and her sexual willingness were as big a turn on as he’d ever had. He could still see himself buried inside of her and her sex open to him. By the fourth ring of the phone, he slid his finger over her hotspot, smiling as her hips jerked in response. She moaned, as if she couldn't bear any more but couldn't deny more either.

The answering machine picked up then and he gave it half of his attention as he slid his hands up to her breasts, feeling his erection begin to harden. Three times at bat and a home run on every pitch all within an afternoon, an unprecedented sexual experience for him. He pressed up inside Alexi wondering if he could set a world record.

His brother Jackson’s voice intruded from the answering machine. “Jess, thought you might want the heads up. I’m at Mom’s and Dad’s and the police have just left. They’re looking for you in connection with the kidnapping of Alexandria Jordan and are on the way to your place.”

Jesse froze mid stroke as an icy bath of reality hit him in the gut. “Sonofabitch.” The freaking police
again
? Kidnapping charges? The past and how he’d been railroaded before crawled all over him. His hands fell from Alexi’s breasts and he pushed her shoulders up from his chest. “It’s midnight Cinderella and the coach has just turned into a pumpkin.”

“
What?” He saw her blink in the mirror.

“
Didn’t you hear my brother’s message on the answering machine just now? The past is about to be revisited. The police are on their way here. You’ve been reported as bride-napped and I’m the bride-napper.” This was one sterling way of erasing the black cloud off the Weldon’s name in Savannah. Jesse’s stomach clenched.

“
Oh, no!” She twisted as she sat up then stood so fast that she came close to seriously injuring his dick.

“
Damn!” He grabbed his aching member, nearly doubling over with the pain. It was a condomless penis too. “Shit!”

Alexi burst into tears.

“
Don’t move!” he said. Still nursing his penis, he reached for her. “The condom is missing,” he said as he slid his hand between her legs and found what he was looking for. Before he could do or say anything else, she ran to the bathroom.

“
Shit.” It was one hell of a way to end the game.

CHAPTER SIX

Stay calm, Jesse told himself as he paced in front of the bathroom door. The police would arrive at any second and he and Alexi had to talk, but she’d yet to come out of the bathroom. What had upset her? Did she think she might be pregnant?

He knocked on the door. “Alexi?”

She didn’t answer. He knocked again.

“
What?” she said, opening the door. She’d showered and had put on her stained wedding dress. She was the most adorable drowned rat he’d ever seen. A queen rat, he thought as he noted the aloof coolness in her green eyes.

“
We have to talk, before the police get here.”

She turned her back to him. “Then you better button and talk at the same time.”

He’d much rather see her face than help her back into her dress, but she seemed determined. “If you’re upset about the possibility of being pregnant, you can relax. The condom didn’t have any leaks.”

“
Thank you for the reassurance,” she said her voice stiff, “but I’m on the pill, so that didn’t bother me.”

That was a relief to know. He took a deep breath, thinking he should just let it go at that. But he couldn’t. What had bothered her? Had he done something to cause her pain, or was she embarrassed over what happened? “There’s nothing to be upset about. We’re adults and sex is sex. Sometimes it’s not perfect and sometimes it’s messy. Neither of us meant for any of that to happen. I can walk and I daresay I’ll be able to have sex again.”

“
Good,” she said. The buttons tightened as she drew a breath. “I, uh, wasn’t overly embarrassed just surprised by how suddenly everything went wrong.”

“
Good.” He finished the last buttons and she turned. Her eyes were still reddened. “Then what made you cry?”

“
My life. My family. I can’t do anything without—”

“
Your family?” A loud knock made them both jump. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair back from her eyes, feeling frustrated. This discussion wasn’t in the sex plan. Still he found himself saying, “We’ll talk later.”