Remembrance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 4) (48 page)

And above the empty pole hanging against the wall, there was a handwritten sign.  It said:
Para Janie, mi reina.
 

Tears were streaming down her face as she read it.  She didn’t need a translation.  She knew what it said:  For Janie, my queen.  She covered her face with her hands, not able to stop the tears from rolling down her face.   

His arms wrapped around her from behind a moment later, pulling her in to him.  His lips kissed her temple and he said quietly, “I was here today doing this.  I wasn’t in the office like you thought.”  He nuzzled her temple again and murmured, “You see, my life was completely altered last night.  I finally found
mi reina
and I didn’t even have to wait until Christmas to get her.  So,” he paused meaningfully, “I had a few things to do before I could bring her home to her castle.”

She turned in his arms and clung to him, crying the happiest tears of her life.  He held her, kissing her face over and over, brushing her hair away so he could nuzzle her more intimately.

Out of nowhere, she burst out, “I get newsfeed alerts every time you’re pictured or mentioned on the entertainment sites.”  She sniffled into his shirt, crying some more.  Then she pulled back a little to wipe at her nose.

He blinked down in surprise then started cracking up.  “Why?” he asked while laughing hysterically.

“Because,” she hiccoughed, “it was how I kept track of how you were doing, what you were doing, so I could stay connected with you.  And then I’d torture myself with the women you were always pictured with.” 

She wiped at her eyes and couldn’t believe she’d admitted it to him, but there it was.  She was his queen, after all.

Still finding it hilarious, he swooped her up into his arms and began walking.  “So you’ve been stalking me, huh?”

She nodded and tucked her face into his neck, still hiccoughing. 

“That’s how you knew about the picture of Vanessa outside the limo downstairs at the door?”  She nodded against his neck.  “And that’s how you knew about the picture of us kissing at the party before I’d even told you about it when I’d called to tell you?”  He was chuckling and shaking his head.  “I fuckin’ love you.”

“I signed up to get them during one of my weak moments, I admit.  It was stupid.”

He put her down on the floor, then said with a smile, “I don’t think you’ll need them anymore baby, since from this point on you’ll always know how I’m doing, what I’m doing, and will already be completely connected to me in every way.  Arms up.” 

She did as he said and he began peeling her clothes off, one article at a time. 

“I wish you hadn’t tortured yourself with pictures of me and other women.  They were nothing.  They meant nothing, Janie.”  He kissed her softly and said, “Now.  I want you naked, right here on my comfy chair,” he said, running his fingers over her breasts, once he’d removed her bra.  “I love your body,” he said as an afterthought.

She felt a sensual chill pass through her at his compliment.  His fingers were stirring her up and she reached up to touch his cheek.  “I love how you
touch
my body.”

He gave her a heated look and once he’d stripped her completely, he said, “Sit for me.”  She sat down on the oversized chair behind her.  It was dark leather with a cream chenille throw along the back.  The leather was cool but warmed almost immediately.  He kneeled before her, licking his lips while enjoying the sight of her naked flesh.  “Scoot back all the way.” 

She did, getting more excited about what was to come.  He looked her in the eye and lightly scratched his nails down her thighs.  When he reached her knees, he tapped them.  “Drape each leg over the arms of the chair,” he commanded in a whisper.

Her breathing kicked up, her nipples now tight buds and her nerve endings screaming.

“You did say you’d be happy to be taken up against any surface, I believe.”

She gave him a look then pushed her hands down on either side of her hips to push herself up, doing as he asked.  When her legs were placed, she relaxed her weight and sank down slightly, her legs now completely spread open for him to see all of her. She could hear herself breathing.

The color was high on his cheekbones, his eyes were midnight blue, and his gaze was centered right between her legs.  His tongue flicked out to touch his lips, and leaning forward, he wrapped his hands up under her thighs.

“
Mi concha es tan hermosa
,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving the core of her body.  He inhaled deeply, then dropped a kiss on the top of her thigh.

She let out a breath, her legs open so wide.  She would’ve felt self-conscious if it had been anyone other than Luke.  There was nothing hidden from him.  “What’s
concha
?”

He chuckled softly.  “Say that again.”

“
Concha
,” she breathed out and closed her eyes, feeling his lips taking slow nibbles on her inner thigh.

“Your
concha
,” he said savoring the word, “is beautiful.  It’s also what I’m about to eat.”

He settled his mouth softly on her and gave her a slow erotic kiss, pressing his lips onto her clitoris.  She let out a low moan as he took his time and plucked her sweetly with his mouth causing a slow burn to build between her legs.

She rested her hands on her knees and, using her leg muscles, pushed into him.  He stilled her by holding her firmly around the thighs.  Her leg muscles screamed as they strained against him but she couldn’t budge. 

He looked up at her from her center and smiled while thoroughly enjoying her
concha
.  His look alone nearly caused her to burst into flames.  While maintaining eye contact with her, he gave her a long lick, taking special care to suck her sensitive nub into his mouth.

“
Concha
,” he whispered against her, “is one of the many words that can be used.  It literally means ‘shell’ but when used figuratively in this situation, it’s referring to
mi reina’s
perfect,” he kissed, “beautiful,” he sucked, “pussy.”  He ended his sentence with a light suck to her clit.  “Now
this
,” he said rubbing his lips over the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex, “also has many different nicknames, but my personal favorite,” he paused and made sure she was looking at him, “is
pepita
.”  He sucked it into his mouth.

She was sweating by this point, grinding her head back into the cushion.  Her hands had found his hair at one point and had begun pulling at tufts of it.  She was panting, gasping out moans, not sure how much longer she could hold on.

When she felt like she couldn’t take any more sensation, his long arms curled up behind her thighs until his hands were on her breasts.  He found her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Luke,” she gasped out.

His mouth was back on her and this time he didn’t wait.  He just watched and devoured.  She was squirming in the seat, grabbing at his head while her other hand tried to steady herself as she felt herself begin to fall. 

His fingers didn’t stop.  His mouth didn’t stop.  His heavy lidded gaze scorched her.  And he sucked, scraping his teeth on her clit just as he pulled her nipples harder.

Her sounds got louder, her screams building and then she came with a vengeance, thrashing her head back and forth, yelling her completion while he worshipped her with his mouth.

Eventually she began to collapse back into the chair as he continued to lap softly at her, her muscles still twitching from her climax.  She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t speak.  She just needed to close her eyes.  He moved quickly and carried her to the bed, pulling back the covers.  He took his clothes off while she laid sated and satisfied on the very comfortable king size mattress with its heavenly pillow top. 

She waited to open her eyes, and when she did, she was happy at what she saw.

“You could take a little more time gettin’ rid of those clothes, mister,” she murmured with a smile.  Watching him undress, she enjoyed his thorough, if not efficient, strip tease.

He caught her eye and his mouth quirked up.  He purposely slowed his movements making sure she got an eyeful of her own along the way.  When he was done he crawled onto the bed and leaned down on his front, lying perpendicular to her, propping his body up on his elbows.  He bent his head down and kissed her nipple.

She jumped and he chuckled wickedly.  “Let’s get you a ton of lingerie tomorrow.  You won’t be wearing it much in my presence, but I’ll sure as hell love watching you prance around in all of your panties and matching bra sets, then taking it all off of you.”

“Anything to make
mi rey
happy,” she said with a smirk and let her hand roam his muscular lean back.

“God, I love when you call me that.”  He spoke with a lecherous growl, kissed her nipple again then rested his head on her stomach.  “There’s something about you calling me your king that does all kinds of things to me.”

She chuckled dryly.  “What man wouldn’t like to be called a king?”

He smiled
.

“I remember as
a kid when I’d hear your parents talk to each other, your mom especially, how funny their words seemed.  I can’t ever imagine my mom calling my dad her ‘king’.

Luke smiled.  “I can’t either.  Oh, well.  Comes with my Spanish DNA.  You’re just go
ing to have to get used to it,” he shrugged.  “I was going to get a glass of wine.  Do you want some?”

“Actually, I would love some water.  I’ll come with you.”

He shook his head.  “I want to walk back in here with drinks in hand and enjoy the moment I see you just laying here in our bed for the first time.  Waiting for your king to arrive,” he joked.

She barked out a laugh.  “Do I need to genuflect or
curtsy, or something?”

He looked like he was thinking about it and she tossed the pillow at him.  He caught it and smiled.

“Well, I would hate to stand in the way of my king’s happiness.  Now, go get me some water, Your Highness.”

He kissed her nipple one last time, pulling it behind his lips to nip her.  Then he got up to get the drinks.  She nestled back into the pillow and tried to process what had now become her life.  For the first time ever, she actually felt content, so complete and at peace.  She kept thinking about seeing her parents tomorrow night.  She’d called her mom that day already, but they were seriously going to flip over how quickly things had progressed. 

A movement caught her eye and she looked up to see Luke standing in the doorway, just staring at her.  His face broke out into a huge boyish grin as he walked in.

“Nothing more beautiful than seeing you naked in bed, with a very satisfied look on your face, I might add,” he said smugly.

“No doubt about it, I am a satisfied woman,” she said saucily, taking her water from him and practically guzzling it. 

He looked at her humorously as she downed the liquid.

“When a fire extinguisher isn’t at hand,” she shrugged, “this’ll do the trick.”

“I guess so,” he chuckled.

“I’m wondering what my parents will say tomorrow,” she said, settling into the pillow and turning to him.  “They’ll be happy, but I wonder if they’ll think we’re moving too fast.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” he said confidently. 

“You seem to be pretty sure of yourself there, Daniels.”

“I am,” he said, taking a sip of his wine.  She waited for him to say more but he didn’t, just looked at her with that expressionless look.  “So,” he began and put his wine down.  “
What do you think of your new place?”

She laughed at his wording.  “It’s beautiful and you know it’s beautiful.”

“Now,” he began and propped himself up on his pillow, “I don’t want there to be any awkwardness about how it’s been my place first so it feels like mine and not yours.  I’m not set in stone about any décor.  There are a few things that are heirlooms, but other than that, you can change or keep whatever you want.  I have to admit, though, I think a lot of your pieces are going to look great in here.  Your armoire will be perfect over there against the wall, don’t you think?”  He pointed to the wall opposite the bed.

She smiled, all mushy and gaga over the man.  “What’s happened to you?” she giggled.

He rolled his eyes in a self-effacing way.  “Who the hell knows?  I’ve been
concha
whipped, apparently,” he said dryly.

She let out another giggle and hugged herself.  “Well I’m definitely – how do you say ‘cock’?”

He chuckled.  “
Polla
.”

“I’m definitely
polla
whipped.”

He stopped laughing and just smiled, looking at her.  Then he kissed her, cuddled up against her, where they laid like that for the next hour, talking about life and love…and eventually fell asleep.

……

“How many days do we need to wait for the pill to kick in again?” Luke asked while scrubbing her back in the shower the next morning.