Chapter 10 #2
“Another one?” She casts a surprised glance at me. “You don’t have—”
I silence her with a kiss. “What did I say?”
“I know, I know.” Holding the bag in her hands, she says, “I didn’t buy you anything. I will, once I get my finances more in order. Consider it a late Valentine’s gift. Or by then, it might be a Saint Patrick’s Day one.”
“Well, I am part Irish,” I tease. “So that could work.”
Vienna smiles. “A combination Valentine’s slash Saint Patrick’s Day present, then.
” She pauses. “But I’m making dinner. I found a recipe for pizza casserole that looked really good.
Plus a Caesar salad with homemade dressing and cheese-stuffed garlic knots.
The casserole is already in the oven, and I’ll start the garlic knots and salad when we’re almost ready to eat.
And there’s chocolate espresso cake for dessert. ”
My stomach rumbles in anticipation. “That sounds amazing, V.”
“I have something else that’s sort of a present,” she adds. “But I can’t tell you what it is. I have to show you.”
“Oh?” My interest is piqued. “What’s that?”
“Well.” She sets the gift bag on the cushion beside us. “I’m not sure if I should show you now. Or…” Trailing off, she gets this adorably flustered look on her face. “I don’t know if I should call it a gift. Now that I’m thinking about it, that’s kind of presumptuous, like I’m just assuming—”
“Vienna.”
“Yes?”
“Whatever it is that you have for me, or want to show me, I’m going to like it.” To lighten the mood, I add, “Unless it’s the remainder of the pancakes I ruined yesterday. I might not love that.”
Vienna stares at me for a second before laughing. “No. It’s not the pancakes.” She takes a deep breath and puffs it out. Then she slides off my lap. “It’s—” Her hands come to the hem of her sweater and start pulling it up. “Well. You’ll see.”
My gaze flies to the strip of bare skin slowly being revealed. First there’s just an inch or so, then her cute little bellybutton appears, and the tapered curve of her waist…
“Vienna?” My voice goes rough. “What are you doing?”
She keeps dragging her sweater up. Past her ribcage. Over a bright red, lacy bra that does nothing to cover her nipples. Then she peels the sweater the rest of the way off and drops it on the coffee table. “Showing you part of my gift.”
I know I should stop staring at her breasts. But shit. They’re incredible.
I’ve felt them before, over her clothing and beneath. I’ve cupped the plump swells in my hands and played with her nipples. But I haven’t pushed for more. I’ve wanted to, of course. But I’d rather wait until I’m sure it’s the right time.
But now—
“When I went to Beauty and Bliss,” Vienna explains. “I was just going to pick out regular stuff. But then I saw this set, and it made me think of Valentine’s Day. I thought… Well, I saw it in a movie once. The woman was wearing red lace lingerie, and the guy said she looked like the perfect gift…”
“There’s a set?” It’s all I can do to keep myself from tearing the rest of her clothes off to see for myself.
“Yeah.” She unbuttons her jeans and starts working them down her hips. “I don’t wear things like this, usually—” Her cheeks turn nearly as red as her bra. “Okay, never. I’ve never worn something like this before. But I wanted to look nice for you. Sexy.”
I almost swallow my tongue when I see the tiny triangle of sheer fabric covering neatly trimmed curls. “You look very sexy,” I manage. “Very.”
The jeans fall to the floor, and Vienna steps out of them. Now she’s only in the matching bra and panties set, plus a pair of short socks with little pink hearts all over them.
I don’t know what it is about the combination of lingerie and those sweet little socks, but I’m certain it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Oh!” Vienna notices the socks at the same time I do. She leans over to pull them off. “The stupid socks. They ruin the whole look.”
“No.” I rise from the couch and pull her into my arms in one fluid move. “They don’t. They’re perfect.”
Her face squinches with confusion. “The socks? They’re not sexy. They’re silly and—”
My mouth crashes down on hers, cutting off the rest of her words. Bypassing slow and gentle, I kiss her hard, my tongue plunging inside her mouth, thrusting and stroking.
One hand tangles in her hair, and with the other, I cup the perfect curve of her ass. Pulling her close, I lift Vienna off her feet so my erection notches between her thighs.
I taste the chocolate and espresso she must have been using to cook with, plus a rich, honeyed flavor that’s uniquely hers. My hand slides from her hair to the nape of her neck, and I tip her head back so I can take our kiss even deeper.
Vienna moans, and she wraps her legs around my waist. The heat at her center sears into me. My dick aches with unbearable need.
All at once, my clothes turn suffocating.
Touching Vienna isn’t enough. I need to feel her bare skin against mine.
Her hand comes to the back of my neck and her nails lightly scrape across it, making me groan with need.
Hunger is a creature inside me, growing bigger and more desperate by the second.
I want to be inside her. Have to be inside her.
I’ve fantasized about how it would be—plunging deep, feeling her slick with excitement and quivering around me, swallowing her whimpers and moans of pleasure, watching her face as she comes…
But just because Vienna came to me wearing sexy lingerie doesn’t mean she wants all of it.
Which is why I reluctantly drag my lips from hers to say, “Tell me what you want, Vienna. Is this enough for now? Do you want me to make you come with my mouth and fingers and stop at that? Or do you want all of it? Me so deep inside you, we begin and end together.”
Vienna’s eyes flare, then darken. “I want all of it, Caleb.” Her cheeks flush. “I want you inside me. All of you.”
“Thank fuck,” I growl. Then I slam my mouth down on hers and kiss her again.
Her nails dig into my skin, and it’s the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.
Lifting Vienna high against my chest, I keep kissing her as I carry her into the bedroom. I slide my hand beneath the lace of her panties so I can caress her bare skin.
Once we reach the bedroom, I lower her to the bed and practically tear my clothes off. A button flies across the room. Something rips. I’m so impatient with my pants, I end up flinging them away with a growl of frustration.
When I’m finally naked, I stalk towards Vienna, who’s laying on the bed, staring wide-eyed at me.
Her expression makes me freeze. “If you’ve changed your mind,” I say, “it’s okay. You can change your mind any time. Now. In five minutes. Whenever. I won’t be upset.”
Her chest rises and falls. And fuck, are her breasts gorgeous.
Don’t think about her breasts, my inner voice of reason reminds me. What’s important is how Vienna is feeling. If she’s having second thoughts. Reassuring her if she is, and letting her know it won’t change anything.
“I haven’t changed my mind,” she says. “It’s just… I knew you had a lot of muscles. But looking at you… Wow.”
I swear, I feel my chest puffing up. “I work out,” I say. “Nothing like when I was a Marine. But four or five days a week.”
An appreciative smile curves her lips. “Well. It pays off.”
I climb onto the bed, bracing myself above Vienna. Then I let my gaze drift across her body as I memorize every inch of it. “I’m going to take the rest off,” I tell her. “I want to see all of you, too.”
“Okay.” Pink spreads across her chest. As I unhook the front clasp of her bra, her stomach quivers. She sucks in a breath.
Once the bra is gone, tossed carelessly to the side, I take one nipple in my mouth while using my fingers to play with the other. Then I begin kissing my way down to Vienna’s belly, kissing the little freckles I find scattered across it.
Next to go are her panties—damp and dark with need. With them gone, I spread her legs and put my mouth between them, stroking her sensitive skin with my tongue and, when she feels ready, working my fingers deep inside her.
She’s tight and hot and so damn perfect, it’s hard to believe this is real.
My desire for her is insatiable.
When her hips are jerking and I can tell she’s close to coming, I flatten one hand across Vienna’s belly to hold her still. She makes this unbearably sexy sound—half moan, half whimper—and her inner muscles convulse around me.
“Caleb,” she gasps. “Oh. It’s so… But… I need…”
I lift my head to meet her gaze. “What, V? Tell me what you need.”
Her eyes are nearly black with desire. “You inside me. I feel so empty without you.”
Ah, fuck.
I could come just from hearing her say that.
But first, I reach over to the nightstand and rummage in the drawer for one of the condoms I bought the other day in hopeful anticipation.
Not that I was expecting. But a guy can hope, can’t he?
Then I quickly roll the condom on and move over Vienna’s body so my dick prods at her center. She’s beautifully pink and wet and ready for me, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to fill her in one hard thrust.
I wouldn’t, though. I’d do anything rather than hurt her.
Instead, I slide into her slowly. Carefully. Stretching her inch by perfect inch. I use my fingers to make sure she’s primed for me, making sure she’s completely ready before sinking deep.
And oh, shit, is it amazing. Feeling Vienna wrapped around me, hearing the soft, sexy sounds she’s making, looking in her lust-glazed eyes…
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything as perfect as this.
When we’re completely joined, that’s when I start moving.
No. It’s not just me. It’s us. Because Vienna isn’t a passive observer in this. She meets each thrust with her own, allowing her body to crash into mine.
Our rhythm becomes desperate. Uncoordinated. Instinct takes over everything.
Still, there’s a sliver of rational thought that keeps me from coming before she does.