Chapter 17 Goose
GOOSE
I’d spent the better part of my life being a player.
I won’t deny it. I liked the thrill of the chase. The flirting. The screwing around. The freedom. I just never felt inclined to settle down or even slow down. It was easier that way.
There were no expectations.
No disappointments. Well, not for me.
But I was losing interest in the player life.
Yeah, it surprised the hell out of me, too.
There was just something about Presley that had me wanting more than just a night or a weekend roll in the hay.
She was not only breathtakingly beautiful, but she was also smart, funny, and intuitive in a way that kept me on my toes.
I glanced over at her, standing in my kitchen with a glass of wine in one hand and the other on her hip, and she looked like she belonged there. Felt like it, too. I leaned against the counter and tried not to stare, but it wasn’t easy, especially when she was looking so damn good.
She’d gone casual tonight. Her hair was pulled back, and she was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt with boots. She smelled like lavender and honey, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off her.
“Do you want to see some of the things I’ve been working on?”
“I’d love to.”
She followed me as I walked her through the house. I pointed out the new floors I’d put in myself, explained how I’d knocked out a wall to open things up, and made sure she saw the set of shelves I was installing next to the fireplace. “It looks great.”
“I still have a lot to do, but it’s getting there.”
“What’s next?”
“Going to finish things up in the living room, and then, I’ll gut the kitchen.” I walked over to the fridge and pulled out another bottle of wine. “I’ll probably get some of the guys to help me out with that.”
“Do you have a particular style you plan to go with?”
“One with a new stove and a bigger fridge,” I scoffed. “And new cabinets and flooring. I don’t really have a particular style in mind.”
“Sometimes simple is best.” She gestured her hand toward the ceiling. “Some old-fashioned lighting would do wonders in here.”
“Yeah, it could. I’ll keep that in mind.”
She smiled, seemingly pleased that I liked her idea, and tossed out another. Then, another. None of it felt like criticism or pushing. Just interest, and I made a mental note of every damn suggestion.
Presley turned to face me and smiled. “It’s going to be amazing.”
“Glad you think so.” I offered to refill her glass of wine as I said, “The kitchen isn’t in the best condition for cooking, so I ordered us some Chinese takeout. I hope that’s okay.”
“That’s more than okay.”
She held my gaze for a moment, and just like that, the room went quiet, and the air itself seemed to hold its breath. That invisible line we’d been circling for days finally gave way.
I didn’t rush it.
I wanted to. I really, really wanted to.
But I took it slow. I stepped closer, slow enough for her to inch back, but she didn’t. I lifted my hand to her jaw, lightly brushing the pad of my thumb along her cheek, and the second I felt her lean into it, that was it. I leaned in, pressed my mouth to hers, and kissed her, slow and easy.
She made a soft, little whimper against my mouth as she slid her hands into my jacket and pulled me closer. And just like that, a fire was set deep inside me, one that had been burning since the night she walked into the Vault with my brother, and I knew then I’d never get enough of her.
I lowered my hands to her neck and pulled her closer, needing to feel her body against mine. I backed her against the counter and delved deeper into her mouth. Her hands dove into my hair, then moved down my neck. Then my shoulders and back.
Fuck.
This was no longer just a kiss. This was more. Much more.
And if I didn’t stop now, it was about to turn into something I wasn’t sure she was ready for, until she eased back, breaking the kiss, and whispered, “You didn’t show me the bedroom.”
“I’m pretty sure I did.”
“You could show me again.”
We were about to cross a line.
When I saw the look of hunger in her eyes, I knew she wanted this just as much as I did. “You sure about that?”
“I am, but it’s okay if you’re not.” A sexy smirk crept across her face. “I mean, after that first kiss, I can see why you’d be apprehensive.”
“Apprehensive?”
“It’s okay. I know first times can be intimidating.”
“Ah, you’re fucking with me.”
“Just a little,” she giggled.
“I see how it is.” I leaned down, slipped my arm around her waist, and her laughing grew even louder when I tossed her over my shoulder, popping her playfully on the ass as I started for the bedroom. “That’s it. Keep laughing.”
“What are you doing?” she screeched, trying to wiggle out of my arms.
“I’m giving you what you asked for.” Once I reached the bed, I lowered her feet to the floor and announced, “You wanted to see it, so here it is.”
“So, this is where the magic happens.”
“This is where I sleep, babe.” I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her against my chest. “Never brought another woman here.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Her eyes danced with desire as she watched me lower my mouth to hers, silencing her rebuttal with a deep, demanding kiss.
Every touch of her tongue only made my need grow more intense.
I wound my hand up to the nape of her neck and tangled my fist in her hair, giving it a slight tug.
Her lips opened in a small gasp, giving me even better access to her perfect mouth.
She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me toward her and returning my kiss with fervor.
From the start, I had suspected the pull I felt toward her was mutual.
Any time we were close, I could feel it lingering under the surface, but I didn’t push.
I was patient, and if this kiss was any indication, my efforts had paid off, and she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
“Mmm…” She moaned into my mouth as my free hand grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. That little moan made my cock so hard my jeans could barely constrain me. I could feel a little smile play on her lips as she ground her hips against mine, clearly enjoying my growing arousal.
I kept her head pulled back as I trailed my lips down her throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh.
I heard her breath catch as I reached the nook of her neck and collarbone.
For reasons I couldn’t begin to explain, this woman had me on edge.
I burned for her, and with every touch, she stoked the fucking fire.
She shifted her hips forward, grinding against my ever-hardening cock.
I hungered for more.
More of her little moans.
More of her intoxicating scent.
More of her touch. I wanted my hands on every inch of her. Her face. Her shoulders. Her breasts. Her warm, wet heat. I ran my tongue along the curve of her neck as she moaned, “Luke.”
I took that as my cue to slip off my jacket and tossed it on the dresser.
She immediately reached for the hem of my t-shirt. A sexy smirk crept across her lips as she lifted it over my head and tossed it to the floor. Her pupils grew wide as her gaze burned across my muscular chest and various tattoos, and it was clear from her expression that she liked what she saw.
She slowly slipped off her t-shirt and then her pants. She looked absolutely stunning as she stood there in only a white lace bra and panties. Her eyes remained fixed on mine as I slipped my thumbs in the side of the delicate fabric and eased them down her hips, letting them drop to the floor.
I did the same with her bra, and just like that, she was standing before me, completely bare and ready. I lowered my hand between her legs, gliding the tips of my fingers across her warm, wet pussy. Damn. She was already soaked. She was killing me.
With my free hand, I cupped her breast, brushing the pad of my thumb over her hard nipple. Damn. She was just so fucking perfect. I couldn’t get enough of her. I was like a man on fire as I nipped and sucked along the curve of her neck and slowly made my way down her stomach.
I dropped to my knees as I lifted her left thigh and hooked it over my shoulder. I teased her clit with my tongue before slipping a finger inside, teasing her while I kneaded her clit with my thumb.
It wasn’t long before she fell back on the bed with her arms over her head and her knees spread wide, giving me full access to continue.
I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in, clamping my mouth onto her sensitive flesh, while she rode my fingers.
Her back arched off the bed, and a broken moan slipped from her lips. “That’s it. Let it go.”
Her breaths grew more rapid.
She was getting close.
I continued nipping and sucking relentlessly as my fingers continued their torturous rhythm. I can’t explain what all her little whimpers and moans did to me. It was the most intoxicating drug I’d ever encountered, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Don’t stop,” she cried out, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. Twisting her fingers in my hair, she succumbed to her release. She continued to chant curses as she fell into the haze of her release.
Her body grew limp, but I wasn’t done with her yet.
Not even close.
Hell, watching her come undone had me ready to explode. I stood, kicked off my boots, and quickly unfastened my belt. The swish of leather sliding against the denim echoed through the room, drawing her attention to me as I pulled it off and tossed it on the floor.
I looked down at her, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful than her sprawled across the bed, beaming with the afterglow of her orgasm.
Her body was like a wonderland, long and lean, with curves in all the right places.
I could’ve spent the entire night exploring every fucking inch of her, but I was too impatient for that. I had to be inside her.