Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
H oly crap, this was happening!
Charlie rushed into her house, the front door slamming against the wall. She cringed, pulling the door closed and examining the small entryway wall for damage. Good, nothing. Sighing in relief—she did not need another thing to fix around this place, she loved her little house, but it was a bit old and needed frequent TLC—she tossed her purse on the kitchen table and glanced around the place.
Yuck! What a mess. Normally that wouldn’t bother her. She lived by herself so there wasn’t anyone to tell her to clean up the dishes from last night’s dinner or pick up the dirty socks she’d pulled off three nights ago after marathoning the latest season of her favorite shows. She was a little messy. Who cared? Not her…usually.
But she had an extremely hot guy coming over to—hopefully—screw her into a sex coma. She didn’t want him to think she lived like a first-year frat boy. Glancing at her watch she cursed. She only had twenty minutes until Luc showed up and if she wanted to get some much-needed primping done she needed to speed clean. Good thing it was a skill she’d perfected in her youth.
Starting with the kitchen, she shoved every dirty dish in sight into the dishwasher. She’d worry about damage to her color changing dinosaur mug later. Sex trumped cool dishware, always. Next, she tackled the living room. Grabbing everything she could, she frantically looked around for a place to hide her messiness.
“Perfect!”
Her face split into a wide grin as she hurried over to the hallway closet, arms full of dirty clothes, days of junk mail, random exercise equipment she always promised herself she’d use, but never did. Opening the door, she hurriedly shoved everything in. Since the shelves were already full of towels, sheets, and rarely used cleaning supplies, it was a tight fit. A few more passes around the place—and a precarious pile of crap stuffed in the perilously full closet—and her home looked reasonably decent.
Now onto me.
She sniffed her armpits. Gag city! A shower was definitely in order. As she stripped—making sure to toss her clothes in the hamper instead of the top of her dresser as she normally did—she hurried to the bathroom. Thankfully her room was mostly clean. The bed wasn’t made, but she doubted Luc would care about that. No sense in making it if they were just going to destroy it. And she planned on destroying the hell out of it.
Under the hot, steaming water she scrubbed, shaved, and primped. Strange since she’d never been much of a primper. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this…giddy about sex. Her entire body hummed with anticipation. The sweet spot between her thighs had been tingling even since Luc promised to be at her doorstep that night. It had taken all her willpower to finish out the night as promised. She should get a freakin’ medal for her restraint.
Shutting off the shower she quickly dried and ran a fast blow dry through her hair. There was no time for a full blow-out, but the damp, dark strands hung around her face in a wavy sexy mess. She’d take it. A quick application of mascara and lips gloss was all the makeup she allowed herself. After all, she didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard to impress. Not her style.
Digging into her dresser drawers, she prayed she had some sexy underwear. Lingerie had never been her thing. Too expensive and uncomfortable. Why spend hundreds of dollars on irritating crap a dude would just rip off you in five seconds? She never saw the appeal. But for some reason she wanted something sexy for Luc.
“Success!” she cried out as her hand fisted around a long ago forgotten red thong wedged in the back of her panty drawer. “Now please tell me there’s a teddy to match.”
There wasn’t. She couldn’t even remember when she’d gotten the thong and sadly it was the only remotely sexy thing in her dresser. A loud knock on her front door had her panicking. Glancing at the bedside clock on her nightstand, she swore. Ten-thirty exactly. Did the guy have to be so frickin’ punctual? Standing naked in front of her dresser, she quickly donned the skimpy red, laced thong and grabbed the first item of clothing from the dresser her hand closed over.
“Coming!” she called out as she tugged the soft nightshirt over her head.
As she passed by the hallway mirror, she groaned. In her haste she’d failed to notice the garment she’d put on was last year’s Galentines gift from Cassie. A graphic, comical depiction of a scantily clad woman’s body with breasts that made her annoyingly large curses seem minuscule. Seriously, the cartoon boobs were impossible. Even surgery couldn’t produce breasts of that magnitude.
The knock sounded again. Having no time to change, she shrugged. She never claimed to be some kind of sex kitten. Luc knew what he was getting into. Take her or leave her.
She hoped he took her.
Making her way to the front door she threw it open with a smile. Luc stood there in all his sexy glory. His face, however, wasn’t that of rapt sexual anticipation, but rather pinched annoyance.
“You didn’t ask who it was.”
She bristled at the harsh tone killing her vibe. “I knew you were coming.”
“What if it had been someone else?”
“It’s Kismet,” she waved a hand in the air. “Who the hell else could it be knocking on my door at ten-thirty at night?”
He opened his mouth to argue, but then his gaze took in her appearance and the exasperation left his face. Full lips quirked up in a half smile. “What are you wearing?”
To cover her embarrassment, she scowled. “Don’t get excited. The picture is very deceiving. My rack is big, but not cartoonishly huge.”
The humor left his eyes, replaced with a lustful fire at the mention of her breasts and the accompanying reason for his late-night visit.
“Invite me in.”
Ooooo, the way he said that. All dark and deep. Like a vampire from that show she used to watch. Hot. Moisture gathered between her legs. She had to clench her thighs together and bite back an embarrassingly needy moan.
Opening the door wide, she stepped to the side. “Come in, Luc.”
He didn’t waste any time. In mere nanoseconds he crossed her threshold. Using one large hand, he grasped her door, slamming it shut while the other hand snaked around her waist to pull her to him. His lips descended on hers in a hungry, greedy kiss she was all too willing to acquiesce to. His large, warm body pressed her against the entryway wall. Every hard inch of him pushed against her. She freakin’ loved it.
Wrapping her arms around his neck she pushed up, trying to get a better fit. One that put all the good bits together. With his tongue currently making a map of her tonsils, he seemed to get her intention because in the next second his hand moved down to her ass, grabbing the generous globes and lifting her until her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed as the hard press of his erection hit her in just the right spot. Dammit, she might just finish before they even got started. She refused to be embarrassed by that. It just showed how dynamite they were together.
“Bedroom,” he muttered between drugging kisses.
“Down the hall,” she managed to get out. Amazing since her mind had currently turned to mush from his touch alone.
Luc showed an amazing feat of strength as he pulled them away from the wall and began to walk down the hallway, carrying her in his arms, lips rarely leaving her mouth. If her mind hadn’t been blown away by his sensual assault, she might have had the fortitude to inform him of the correct door. As it stood, she could barely remember her own name. When he pulled open the hallway closet door their lust-fest came to a screaming halt as clothes, papers, and a host of other items came crashing down on their heads.
“Dammit!” She buried her face in his chest, embarrassment finally rising over the desire.
A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest to her forehead. She lifted her face, affecting her meanest evil eye.
“Don’t say a word.”
“What?” He raised two innocent eyebrows. “I think it’s sweet you tried to pick up for me.”
“I. Am. Not. Sweet.”
His gaze darkened, lust burning in those dark depths. “Really? Because I think you are the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever tasted.”
The fire stoked again. Truthfully, it had never died. She feared from the moment she met this man it had been a small burning ember just waiting to catch and destroy everything in its path.
“Bedroom is the next door down,” she said in response, because if things were going to burn, she sure as hell wanted to enjoy the blaze.
Still carrying her—something she always scoffed at in the movies, but in real life she discovered she found it sexy as hell—Luc made his way to her bedroom. The door was open a crack so when he nudged it with his foot, it swung wide. He stepped inside hesitantly.
“What’s wrong?”
He glanced down at her, the corner of his mouth ticking up. “Just making sure there wasn’t another pile of hastily hidden things waiting to topple on our heads.”
Narrowing her eyes, she smacked his shoulder playfully. “Shut up and get us on the bed.”
His eyes smoldered. “Yes, ma’am.”
Once a kid at the gas station in town had called her ma’am. She detested it. It made her feel old and unattractive. But not when Luc said it. When he uttered the word in his deep, rich voice, it sounded sensual, like he was only there to do her sexual bidding.
Yes please!
In a few short steps Luc had them positioned at the edge of her bed. She expected him to gently place her down, but instead he tossed her onto the soft mattress. Not hard, but with enough force that she bounced a bit as she landed. Then he stood over her, devouring her with his gaze, grasping the bedpost until his knuckles paled.
Holy hell!
Never had she seen anything as hot as the way Luc looked at her. Like he wanted to pleasure her all night long. Fine by her. Sounded like the perfect night in her books.
“Take off your clothes.”
She quirked a brow at this dominant side of the usually calm and composed man she’d come to know in the past few weeks.
“Don’t you want to take them off yourself?”
He shook his head. “No. I want you to do it. Slowly.”
That last word, uttered with such command, made her shiver all over. Normally she’d never let a guy boss her around, in or out of the bedroom, but she found she enjoyed the demands coming from Luc and had no problem following them.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt she lifted it up and over her head, slowly as ordered. His eyes dilated, almost inky black as his pupils took over the dark brown iris. The cool air in the bedroom stiffened her already hardened nipples to almost painful peaks.
“Red”
She heard the word whisper out of him as his gaze fell upon her skimpy thong.
“Is that a thong?”
She gave him a coy smile, curling her finger in invitation. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
His grip tightened again before he started to haul himself onto the bed. She stopped him with a hand in the air. “Wait.”
“What?” The lust in his eyes dimmed. “Having second thoughts?”
So sweet of him to ask. And she knew if she was, he would pack up and leave, no hard feelings. Well…something would be hard, but Luc wouldn’t take out any of his discomfort on her. She knew that. Knew him. More than she realized.
“No. No second thoughts, but for this to work, you’re going to need to lose some clothes. Unless you know some new way of having sex through osmosis that I don’t?”
He chuckled. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a smart-ass?”
“Frequently.”
“I like it.”
And she liked him. Maybe a little too much. Which was why she had to remind herself this was sex and only sex. No messy emotions required, thank you very much.
In another moment she wasn’t capable of thinking of anything as Luc reached behind his head and pulled his T-shirt off in one tug. Holy hell, the man was ripped! Her brothers were all in shape. Ace and BJ were former Marines who kept a strict work-out regiment. She went to the gym—for the sauna mostly—she’d seen guys’ chests before. But never had she seen a chest as magnificently spectacular as Luc Woolf’s.
They make ‘em good in Vegas.
She watched, fascinated, as his hands moved down to the button on his jeans, flicking it open. The rasp of his zipper made an unearthly loud sound in the quiet room. She couldn’t even hear her own breathing. Perhaps because she’d stopped the moment he started to disrobe.
He shucked his jeans, surprising her with the fact he went commando. And what a lovely command he presented. Her eyes couldn’t look away from the very prominent member between his legs. Her head tilted as she realized he—
“You ever been with an uncut man before?”
She shook her head, fascinated with the difference she’d never bore witness to.
“You’ll enjoy it. I promise.” With that he placed a knee on the end of the bed and hoisted himself up, crawling toward her like a tiger stalking its prey. “But,” his eyes softened as he gazed into her eyes, “If you ever feel uncomfortable or don’t like something I’m doing, just say so. We can stop at any time, Charlie. Okay?”
Not fair. He couldn’t be sexy, funny, and sweet. How the hell was she supposed to keep her emotions out of this if he did that?
“Don’t you dare stop. I want you, Luc. Now.”
Hooking an arm around his neck, she pulled him down to her. His naked flesh pressed against her, lips claiming her in a way she’d never felt before. Hot damn, the man could kiss! Her body quaked with anticipation and unsatisfied need. If he didn’t get inside her in the next thirty seconds she might explode from lust.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she tilted her hips, rubbing herself against his hard cock. He groaned, pulling away from her mouth to trail hot, desperate kisses along her neck and collarbone. He continued the path until he came across her left breast.
“Charlie.”
“What?” Her breath panted out of her, body on fire.
“That shirt wasn’t far off.”
She laughed, something she rarely did during sex, but her humor cut off as Luc used his very talented mouth on her. She cried out in pleasure as he studied, in detail, first one breast and then the other. His tongue swirled around her nipple, causing a cry of need to escape her lips. Once thoroughly satisfied with his findings he continued down her body, kissing her stomach, hips, upper thighs, and finally that sweet spot that had been begging for his attention since the moment he knocked on her front door.
“These are sexy as hell, sweetheart, but I’d like to take them off.”
His finger tugged at the thin strap of her panties. She lifted her hips to accommodate him as he tugged the uncomfortable thong off, tossing it across her bedroom.
“Thank fuck. That thing was uncomfortable.”
A rich laugh rumbled from his lips. Since they were currently resting on her upper thigh she trembled with the vibrations. “Then why were you wearing it?”
“Because it’s sexy.”
His gaze turned serious, dark eyes connecting with hers. “You’re sexy, Charlie. You don’t need anything else to make it true.”
Well, shit. Didn’t that just crack open the solid wall of steel she’d been building around her heart. Dammit, this was supposed to be fun, hot sex. Why did he have to get all sweet and caring on her? Trying to turn the mood back where she needed it to be, she licked her lips in a suggestive manner.
“You’re not so bad yourself. You going to lay there all night looking or are you going to do something?”
For a moment he just stared at her. She feared he might call her out, somehow know she was turning on the sass to cover whatever the hell was going on in her chest, but thankfully his lips finally curved in a smile. He took his glasses off, placing them on her bedside table.
Dipping his head, he murmured. “I’m gonna make you scream, sweetheart.”
“Ha! I don’t scre—oh holy shit!”
The first swipe of his very talented tongue made her cry out. He feasted on her. That was the only way to describe the hungry way his mouth devoured her sex. Like a man starved for months, finally presented with a buffet of his favorite food…her. Less than five minutes later she did in fact scream his name as she came with a force unlike anything the happy bunny vibrator in her bedside drawer ever gave her. Luc should have to register his tongue as a lethal weapon. It sure as hell knocked her down for the count.
As she lay, panting, trying to catch her breath, he started to rise from the bed.
“Where are you going?” She might have sounded needy, but she didn’t care. Yes, she’d had her fun, but for the first time in…ever, she wanted more. Usually, one orgasm and she was good for the night. But her body craved, no, demanded more Luc.
“Condom,” he said, reaching to the end of the bed and grabbing his jeans off the floor.
Oh, right. She had a box in the bedside drawer. She thought. They might be expired. She hadn’t had sex since Blain the Bastard. Good thing Luc came prepared.
“You ready?” he asked, protected, and poised above her once more.
“More than.”
Lifting her arm to his shoulder, she hooked her right leg around his hip. He positioned himself at her entrance, pushing in so slowly she thought she might die. Once he was fully seated, he cupped her face with his hands.
“Damn, Charlie. You feel amazing.”
“You too,” she panted because suddenly she found she couldn’t find enough air to breathe. Nothing had ever felt this astounding, this real, this…right.
He started a slow rhythm, but she couldn’t handle that. Not now, not this time. They could do slow later. Her body demanded satisfaction, and it demanded it now. Tilting her hips, she met him stroke for stoke, increasing the speed. Understanding her body language, he quickened the pace until soon they were both spiraling out of control. Someone screamed, him, her, she had no idea. All she knew was in moments they were flying together and she never, ever wanted to come back down.