Remembrance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 4) (40 page)

She jumped and nearly orgasmed. 

“Then I’d put my mouth on her and lap up her sweetness,” he said, his voice sounding gruff.  “Taste it on my tongue, get her flesh between my teeth.”  He placed his hands under her hips, then draped her legs up over his shoulders.  Once her hips were off the counter being lifted to his mouth, his eyes zeroed in on her waxed nether region.  “
Liso y blando
.”  His eyes met hers appreciatively.  “It looks like we’re both benefitting from that spa treatment,
dulzura
.”  His mouth swooped in and he gave a long and sensual open mouthed kiss right over her sex, from slit to clit.

“
Ahh
,” she yelled.

Watching her eyes the whole time and humming with delight, he slowly and expertly devoured her.

Shit.  Holy shit, Luke was going down on her. 
The thought further propelled her until she was moaning and gasping, bucking into his mouth, straining her muscles as she got closer and closer.

He pulled away at the last second and placed his lips on her thigh, kissing her there.  She was gasping for air, feeling like she was about to fall over the edge, her skin on fire.

“Then there was Labor Day,” he said, as if their conversation hadn’t been interrupted moments earlier.  His fingers lightly twisted her nipples.  “When you were being such a pain in the ass about Detective Dickhead.”

She couldn’t even think straight. 

“And then that night everyone was at Jem’s and you and Ayanna were giving us your new recipes to try out.  And you made my mom’s tapas.  And we were in the kitchen,” he said, laving his tongue softly over her clitoris.  “That mouth of yours, so fresh.  Flirting with me.  Making me want you, talking about how you thought Maurice was cute.”

Maurice.  She’d forgotten she’d mentioned him to Luke.  Maurice had been flirting with her that night at Jem’s when she and Ayanna had made the recipes for everyone to sample.  Luke had gone to the kitchen for another beer and Janie had followed him in.

He licked her clit again and she squirmed and moaned, getting closer again.  He kept his lips there as he spoke.

“Columbus Day, leaning back against the kitchen counter, thrusting your tits out so I had to look at them.  I knew exactly what you were doing to me.  You’re such a little fuckin’ tease, you bad girl.”

He put his entire mouth on her and sucked, ending with his teeth grazing her clit.  She screamed, but he moved back again. 

“
Luke
.  God, please,” she begged, gulping for air.

“Should I finish you off?” he teased.  “Or should I torture you like you’ve tortured me for months?”

“Finish me off,” she gasped.  “Definitely finish me off.”  She wasn’t too proud to beg.

His laugh was a low rumble.  “I love how you taste, how you feel.  Your skin around your pussy feels incredible in my mouth.  Smooth and soft. 
Liso y blando
.  Say it.”

“Liso y blando.  Liso y blando,” she babbled, her hands in fists above her head.

“Say,
me hace gritar, Lucas
.”

She’d say anything at this point so she repeated the words, not having any idea what she was saying.  “Me hace gritar, Lucas.”  Her voice took on a keening sound.

“Say,
hace que mis dedos se doblen, Lucas
,” he said smiling, still manipulating her nipples with his fingers.  

The sentence was too long.  He broke it down and made her say it slowly.  She did.

Then he said, “It’ll be my pleasure to make you scream and make your toes curl.  Get ready.  This one’s going to come hard and fast.”

He put his mouth on her and swallowed her whole, going at her like a man starved.  He held her legs open and licked, bit, sucked, consumed her, finally sucking her clit into his mouth with a vengeance and sinking his teeth into the spongy nub.

She came like she’d never come before, screaming, bucking, rotating her hips so she was pushing into his mouth over and over.  Her leg muscles strained and her toes curled and still he held on, carrying her through until pleasure passed over into a gorgeous pulsing nip of pain.  She mewled, completely spent and he finally put her down on the counter, then quickly stripped off his shoes, pants and boxer briefs.

Her body was sprawled just as he’d left it and by the time she was able to really see his naked form, he was stepping up to her and making himself comfortable between her legs.  She let out a contented sigh, smiling shyly up at him, still gulping for air. 

“Hey there,” he whispered, then kissed her chin moving his way up to her lips where he licked into her mouth.

“Mm, hi,” she said while kissing him, tasting herself on him.

He moved down to her neck and buried his hands into her hair, gripping it tightly.  “I have a couple of questions.”  She felt his erection probing at her.

“Hm,” she moaned, giving him her neck.  He found a spot just behind her ear that caused a chill to pass through her.  She could feel wetness settling between her legs again. 

“How many men have you been with?” he asked while kissing that spot. When she hadn’t answered quickly enough to his liking, he leaned back to look down at her.  “I know it’s a double standard and I know I should probably be horsewhipped for asking, but I need to know.”

“How many women have you been with?” she asked back with a little defiance in her eye.

“Less than fifty,” he said warily. 

“
Fifty!
” she screeched.  “Fifty?  I should hope it’s less than fifty,” she said in disbelief.

“Probably closer to thirty,” he said sheepishly.  “How many men have you slept with?  I need to know.”

She gave him an exasperated look and said, “Two.”

He seemed to take a relieved breath and nodded.  “Who are they?”

She rolled her eyes at him.  “Really, Luke?”  He was between her legs, so close to being inside her and they were having this conversation?  Now?

“I wa
nt to know who they are,” he shrugged.

“You don’t know them, okay?”

“Then tell me who they are.”  He waited.

She sighed.  “They were from when I was in Paris.”

He pressed his lips together.  “Fucking French.”  He paused.  “Were they good to you?”

She looked at him tenderly, touched by his concern.  “Yes, they were good to me.  Both were older.  I met them through my classes at various cooking seminars and restaurants.  The first man I’d only been with one time.  He was very sweet, attentive.  The second man was a short affair for about a month.”  She seemed to hesitate.

“What?  Tell me.”

She shrugged, for some reason embarrassed.  “I was late to the sex game, shall we say.  And when I was over there, I discovered some things about myself and finally found my self-confidence as a woman.”

He rubbed at her head and stroked her hair.  “Go on.”

“I’d kissed some guys a couple of times in college and kissed my prom date in high school.  They were all good guy friends but there was no spice there.  I’m assuming they just weren’t interested in me that way.  But it wasn’t until I was in France after losing the weight that I really explored my sexuality.  I knew I’d never see these men again and in a way that made the experiences more liberating.  I was kind of able to find myself.”

He nodded.  “And what did you find out about yourself?” he whispered.

“I found that I really like sex,” she chuckled, taking a slow sensual bite of his chin.  “I didn’t orgasm every time, but I loved the experience of it, the touching.”

His eyes glittered and he returned her kiss, tangling his tongue with hers for a moment.  He moved his hips and she felt his hardness against her, so smooth and long.  She fisted her hands in his hair kissing him back.  He continued their conversation in between kisses.

“We’ll work on that orgasm part for sure.  I’ll look forward to that,” he said lecherously.  “How do you like it?” he asked.  “What helps get you there?”

“You’re going to laugh when I say it,” she smiled against his lips.

“I promise I won’t laugh.”

“This is totally going to come back to bite me in the ass, I’m sure,” she began dryly.  “Maybe I just attract domineering men, I don’t know.  But both guys kind of took charge.  And I liked it,” she said, whispering that last part.  “For whatever reason, I like it when someone else makes the decisions in the bedroom, tells me what to do.  Especially back then since I didn’t know what the hell I was doing in the beginning.  I think I was probably drawn to them because,” she paused, “they reminded me a little of you.”

He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers.  “I would’ve given anything to be your first.”  He paused.  “I’m glad you’re okay with me taking charge, because that’s definitely part of my DNA.”  He stroked her cheek.  “I wish it had been me.”

“Does it help to know that I thought of you the whole time?  That’s actually,” she stopped. 

His head jerked up and he looked down at her.  “What?”

She shrugged, ready to confess all.  “That’s actually how I was able to come most of the time.  You asked me what gets me there.  You.  You get me there.”

His eyes looked at her lips hungrily. 

“I thought of you a lot while I was with them,” she whispered, feeling guilty at that admission.  “So, you see being with you really is like the first time for me.  Those other guys don’t even compare to you.  I thought about how I wanted you to touch me, how I wanted you to look at me the way you’re looking at me now.  I never knew,” she swallowed.  “I never thought you would ever see me as anything other than a little sister.”

“Janie,” he said almost in agony.  He finally lifted his head.  “I didn’t for a long time.  I’ve always felt this protective side come out with you.  We always had our special bond.  You were my baby girl for so long.”

Her heart was swelling with love for him in that moment. 

“Then we had your 25
th
birthday party before you left for Paris and for some reason things were shifting in my brain.  But I fought it,” he said, rubbing his nose into hers.  “I was so glad you were leaving so I could get my mind straight again.  Then we picked you up from the airport when you got home and you’d transformed yourself into this sexy grown woman, even more confident than when you’d left, still my Janie with that fresh mouth and go get ’em personality, but just more…alluring.”  He kissed her nose then looked at her.  “I knew I had to figure my shit out.”

“That was frigging
two years ago, Luke.  What the hell have you been waiting for?”  She laughed, a little exasperated and a whole lot frustrated.

He shrugged.  “I thought your flirting was innocent, that you saw me as a brother.  And I thought Mike and Jem would kill me if they knew I thought about you in a sexual way.  It wasn’t until this past summer that I started to wonder if things could be different.”

“I could’ve had you, and all this time you’ve been with Vanessa,” she grumbled.

“Don’t think about her anymore.  She means nothing to me.”

“But still.”  Janie was frustrated and working up a good lather of anger.

He held her face and nibbled at her lips while talking.  “I haven’t slept with another woman in months.  You’re all I’ve thought about.”

That mollified her slightly.  “Well, I don’t think Mike’s going to kill you.”

“I know,” he said, his tone smug.  “How do you think I finagled the keys to your apartment, woman?”

“You’ve talked to him about us.”  She couldn’t wait to hear about this.

“I have.”

“When?  What did he say?”  She couldn’t believe the turn of events in the lasts two hours of her life.

He looked up, as if in thought.  “He gave me the key when we all went salsa dancing.  Then the day after the holiday party when you were at your spa treatment, we talked.  He happened to mention that he was hoping I would find a good woman, now that he and Jem had found Emily and Ryann.  And then he kept looking at me, waiting for me to comment so I told him to fuckin’ spit it out and he basically said he hoped
you
,” he paused, “found someone like
me
.”

“He did?”  She smiled and cooed over the sweet comment from her brother.

Luke nodded and kissed her softly. 

“That’s it?”

“That’s all you’re going to hear.  The rest is top secret guy shit.”  He gave her a loud smacking kiss.  “If I told you, I’d have to kill you, and I’d much,” he kissed, “much,” he kissed again, “
much
rather have you living.”  He pressed his erection into her.  “Are you on birth control?”

She blinked at his abrupt change of subject.  “I’ve only used condoms.  I’m not on the pill.”

The corner of his mouth kicked up into sexual promise.  “Good.”  He began kissing her.

She giggled in confusion while his mouth was on hers.  “It’s good I’m not on the pill, or that I’ve only used condoms?”

“Both.  You not being on the pill reinforces to me that you weren’t planning on having regular sex with any guys, and it also means that when you
are
on the pill,” he tugged on her lower lip, “I can be inside you with no barriers.  Both of us, for the first time.”  Then he hesitated.  “Do you want to be on the pill?  Are you okay with that?” he asked warily.  “I’m dying to be completely bare with you, skin on skin.  Nothing separating us,” he stated emphatically.  “Let’s make a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”