13. Vixen
13
VIXEN
REX
All control I had before left me now. Our kisses deepened, devouring tongues. She clawed at the buttons of my shirt. I pulled at the tie of her dress. It opened, and I yanked the sleeves down, letting the fabric cascade to the floor.
Christ, the scent of her…sweet like vanilla mixed with sunshine, and if someone could figure out how to bottle it up, her scent might save the world.
My hands smoothed over the skin of her shoulders to her back, and with one twist of the clasp, her satin bra fell to the floor. I skimmed her torso with the back of my knuckles until my thumbs dove under the slinky straps of her panties. Down her thighs, I tugged them, and backed away a few feet. “Let me look at you.”
The moonlight through the portal window made her creamy skin luminescent before me. Her full breasts perked with pink nipples like buds, waiting to flower with a touch of my tongue. Intense emerald eyes bore into me while she finished removing the scrap of satin and tossed it on the pile.
When she stood bare before me, my pulse raced from the full sight of her, turning me into an animal, ready to attack. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
“I like hearing you say so.”
“Stay there,” I ordered. I undid the rest of my shirt and threw it on her dress. My belt buckle came next, and I tore it through the belt loops. It landed with a crack on the floor, causing her to gasp. Then I knelt before her, with every intention of worshipping her while I had her in my grasp.
“I always know what I want, Chelsea.” My tanned hands caressed up her creamy thighs. “But I need to hear you say the words.” Her breath caught as I teased her thighs open, caressing the inside of them with my fingertips, causing her flesh to break out with goosebumps.
“You, Rex. I want you,” she moaned, and forced my hand directly on top of her mound, pushing me to feel her. The corner of my mouth twerked at her confidence. Had I met my match?
I slipped a finger through her wet seam, teasing my way through her folds until finding her hard nub, wet and waiting for me. My thumb strummed her clit. In my pants, my cock reached full thickness and there wasn’t a damn thing I’d do about it—yet.
A peek at my hand revealed it damp and glistening. Her writhing at my touch with whimpers and moans drove me further, thrusting fingers inside her tight walls. They clamped down on me, and she ground into my hand .
“That’s it, sweetness. When was the last time a man made you feel this good?” My ego needed the answer. Dying to watch her come undone, my arm swung around her hips, holding her in place so I could intensify my movements in and out of her slick core.
“A couple of years,” she answered in a breathless whisper. Her hands threaded through my hair and our eyes locked. “How about you—your last time with a woman?”
“More recent than that.”
“I figured you were a real playboy.” She smirked.
“I am, and proud of it.” I winked.
“The kind with a black book who keeps a regular schedule of women in and out of your room?”
“My book is blue,” I quipped.
She huffed and pushed me away, and I chuckled and teetered off balance. But I scrambled up and caught her before she could reach the pile of clothes.
My arms circled her from behind, and she hissed. “You’re a real rake, aren’t you, Rex? Taking what you please. I’ll bet women fall for you and you leave them all behind in your dust.”
“Is that what you want? To fall for me and be the woman who could change my filthy ways?” I partly worried it might be true. My hand snaked back down the front of her, with thumb and forefinger massaging her clit. My other hand palmed her nipples and kneaded her breasts. She squirmed, held captive in my arms, and whimpered.
“Tell me you don’t like this and I’ll walk away, Chelsea. Tell me.” I wanted her to push me away so I could sulk and force myself to do without her and not feel guilty about whatever I did to get what I wanted when I figured out how to push her out of the deli.
It didn’t matter she knew one reason I couldn’t stand to be in the deli. There was another, and I’d use any means to rid myself of that place once and for all. My plans hadn’t changed just because I was about to fuck her.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her body shaking in my possession.
“No. Oh Rex should be the name you scream, and fuck, you’re going to look so hot when you do.” I clamped down on the delicate skin of her shoulder and sucked with every intention of leaving my mark.
“Your ego is huge.”
“I have something even bigger to show you yet.” My cock twitched in my pants against her back.
Her walls clenched around my fingers, spasming, but she bit her lips, refusing to scream. I pursued faster, harder, and finally she let go all control. “Rex! Yes.”
I picked her up and carried her to my bed, splaying her out as she gathered the sheets in her fists and fought through her orgasm. Laying between her shaking thighs, I had my first taste of her…like raw honey, wild from the hive. I craved more.
“I won’t stop until I have you coming undone two more times. Only then will you be stretched, and ready for me, sweetness. I know you have it in you, and I’ll push you to the limit until I get what I want. ”
My tongue charged through her folds, finding her clit, and twirled around it.
“Rex! Damn you…but ooh…”
The combination of my tongue and fingers intensified to a peak and her second time coming undone eclipsed the first. I watched her beauty, her face contorting through the pleasurable sensations I brought her. I’d pay to see that face over and over all night long.
Right when I was ready to continue my pursuit for her third, suddenly, she pushed against me, and I fell to my back. She attacked my pants and pulled them and my boxers off, setting my huge member free. She stared and licked her lips, almost reward enough seeing her eyes aglow.
“And I like taking what I want, too. You think just because you’re some big billionaire, you call all the shots?” Her coy smile—Damn, I liked this side of her.
“Condoms are in my wallet. Show me what you got.” My hands laced behind my head and I watched with eager anticipation as she ripped a package open and sheathed me.
I almost came undone when she straddled me and my cock nestled between her folds. She rode it for pressure on her clit. Taking what she wanted, her hands caressing her full breasts.
She was a sight I could see over and over again and never tire—and that was a huge problem. I held her at her waist as she ground on me to completion, shaking on top of me. Even without being inside of her, I’d come myself any minute.
“That was incredible to watch you, sweetness. Fuck.”
“Yes, we are fucking.” Her brows wiggled with her coy smile, and her confidence did me in. She lined my sheathed cock up with her center and planted herself on me one inch at a time, proving the tightest fit.
The vixen in her came out to play tonight as she rocked to a perfect rhythm, and I hoped it was me, that I had this effect on her. I hated to think she was this way with every man who came before me. Dammit, I hated to think there’d be a man after me. I squeezed that thought out of my head.
“Mm. Sweetness, slow down,” I warned. “I’m coming fast. You’re too fucking tight—” Too late. Stars entered the corners of my vision. My toes curled, and I pressed her onto me and held her there, grunting my release, filling the condom with my seed.
She collapsed on top of me as if her bones were like warm honey, soft and sweet. Her hair in waves tickled my shoulder, but I didn’t mind. We held there a while, simply calming our breathing. Then I shifted, laying her on the bed.
“I’ll get something to clean us up.” I tossed the condom into the garbage and retrieved a wet cloth. In the bathroom mirror, I smiled, but it was painful and double edged. One, more than pleased with our time together, the other…pissed at myself for taking this night away from her.
She could be out finding the man of her dreams. Hell, even if it was with Brooks. Instead of being with a man like me who was too set in his bachelor ways.
Unless…I could talk her into marriage. A convenient arrangement where she’d help me win what I want and make my mother happy, and I’d give her something in return. Maybe let her lease one of the new restaurant spaces in the remodeled building. Or I could even set her up nicely with a deli space in one of the half dozen other buildings my family owned.
Yes, my mind raced with this plan. This could work. Hell, Chelsea and I got along well enough, it seemed. I could even see this lasting longer, as long as the arrangement suited us both. And she’d probably be a helluva lot more fun to hang around with than Marlena.
As I returned to the bed and cleaned her, she gazed appreciatively. This plan wasn’t something I could spring upon her. It needed time to develop. How would I play this if I were really falling in love with her?
“That was nice of you. Thank you,” she smiled. “How soon can we do it again?”
I chuckled, and wouldn’t mind more of her tonight. “Soon. Give me a few minutes.” I laid next to her and did something I never did with a woman after sex. I cuddled. And I…liked it. I liked her next to me, our bodies molding into each other. We laid a while, a knot of limbs, listening to the water slap against the boat, as she trailed a fingertip across my abs.
“Earlier tonight, you mentioned you know what it feels like to not pursue your dreams. We have that in common.” I resisted the urge to sleep and instead thought of things to talk about to impress her.
She sighed. “After my dad passed away from cancer, my mom needed me to help her get through it, and Maisy and Colt were having a hard time in school.” Her answer stunned me; it wasn’t what I expected, and hit too close to home.
How two people from two different backgrounds could experience a similar heartbreak of losing our fathers to cancer was beyond me.
“My father was the town doctor for years, and much older than my mother. But he wasn’t rich from it. As a small town doctor, he often bartered for payments from patients who didn’t have insurance, and even from some with it. After a round of cancer treatments, the bills grew out of control. He wasn’t able to keep up with things, and Mom had a time of it taking care of Dad. So I changed all my plans and stayed in Holly Creek to help them manage everything.”
“What were your plans?” I asked. She laced her fingers with mine, and I didn’t mind. In the past, I’d have run far away from a woman who’d get too close. But the urge didn’t strike me now.
“Culinary school here in the city. Once I finished that, I wanted to go to Paris and study more there. Eventually, own my own pastry shop somewhere or back home.” I shrugged. “I guess, now that I have Uncle Doug’s deli to look after, my dreams came true in a roundabout way.”
Guilt wracked through me about the deli and I grew quiet. And suddenly, the only thing I wanted in the world was to give Chelsea everything she wanted. What the hell was happening to me?