Easy For Keeps: A Boudreaux Novella (The Boudreaux Series) (6 page)

“No. Why would I judge you for that? It’s your life.”

“Huh. Well, I guess I just haven’t met a woman that made settling down sound like a good deal. And, I love women.”

“As simple as that.”

“As simple as that,” he agrees.

“But what about being with one person forever? Someone you trust and admire and respect?”

“I’m not convinced that forever exists, Sarah. Not because I couldn’t be monogamous, but because people fall out of love, they get angry, they move on.”

“Wow,” I reply, a little sad for him. “Maybe you’ll meet someone someday that grabs your attention.”

“Time will tell,” he says with a half shrug. “You intrigue me more than most.”

“Me?” I ask, taken off guard. “Why?”

“You’re just…
different.
”

“You’re not the first to tell me that,” I reply with a laugh.

“You’re so damn strong. I knew that before you told me your story. Watching you with your kiddo and with that woman the other morning was just inspiring. You love what you do.”

“I do.”

“But you have soft moments too. You have a gorgeous body, but you’re not 100% comfortable in your own skin.”

“How do you know?” I lean forward, intrigued by his assessment. I had no idea he was paying such close attention to every little move I make.

“You fidget a bit. Pulling your shirt over your shoulder the other day, even though you have beautiful shoulders. You tug your hemline down.” He shrugs. “But you have no reason to be self-conscious. You’re beautiful.”

“I guess it’s just a habit,” I reply, stunned that he’s paid this much attention.

“And when you get kissed, you melt. You are a puzzle of contradictions that have me very enamored, Sarah.” He picks up his drink and takes a sip, and all I can do is stare at his lips.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I chuckle and try to brush the compliment off, but he holds my gaze with his.

“No. I don’t.”

Thankfully our meal is delivered and we dig in. I moan in happiness when I taste my baby back ribs. “These are amazing.”

“Keep making noises like that,” he says as if he’s talking about the weather, “and I’ll take you home right now and give you a reason to make them.”

I blink at him and then feel my face flush bright red. Holy shit! I had no idea that people actually talked like that.

They certainly never have to me.

I cock an eyebrow and take another bite, close my eyes and sigh in happiness, then open them and grin when I see Adam’s fork is stopped halfway to his mouth and he’s glaring at me.

“Are you testing me?”

“No, I’m playing with you,” I reply with a laugh. “Loosen up. It’s just food.”

“And the sexiest woman I’ve seen in a long time eating it like she’s getting fucked,” he murmurs, just so I can hear him, and I gasp.

“I am not.”

He simply stares back at me with humor-filled eyes and continues to eat, and I follow suit.

Noises and all.

If I’m going to flirt, I’m going all in. No half-assed flirting from this girl.

When the meal is over and Adam has paid the check, he escorts me out into the warm Louisiana night, holding my hand.

“What now?” he asks gently.

“It’s beautiful out here,” I reply, not answering him. I don’t know
how
to answer him. I don’t think I can just say,
take me home and fuck me.

“It’s a nice night,” he agrees. “I don’t want to take you home.”

“I don’t want to go home,” I reply honestly.

We stand next to his car for a few long moments, listening to the quiet night around us, the night birds and the crickets, and finally, he grabs my shoulders and turns me to him.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest here.”

“Great.”

“I’m so fucking attracted to you I can hardly breathe, Sarah. I know that’s not the sort of thing you say on a first date, but damn it, I can’t help it. I’ve been pulled to you since the day I saved you from your dead battery.”

I can’t find my tongue, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He just keeps talking.

“I want to take you home and strip the clothes off your sexy-as-fuck body and lose myself in you. I want to fuck you, over and over, until you can’t walk for a week, and then I want to fuck you some more.”

He’s panting now, his green eyes sparkling with lust in the moonlight, and I’m just
floored.
This amazing, sexy, funny man
wants me.

And holy hell, I want him too.

“You want to f-fuck me?” I stammer.

“Repeatedly,” he confirms.

“O-okay,” I reply, pissed at myself for stuttering when I should be sexy and flirty, but I was
not
expecting these words from him.

I’ve been wet all night, from his touch, from his words, and now my whole body is on
fire.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, watching me intently.

“Adam?”

“Yes.”

“Take me home and fuck me until I can’t walk.”

A smile spreads over his face as he leans in to grab my ass in his hands and kiss my cheek, my neck, my lips.

“My fucking pleasure, sweetheart.”

Chapter Five

~Adam~

God, I want her. I can’t get the key into the doorknob because my hands are shaking from the utter lust running through me.

I would have fucked her in my car, but that’s not where I want to take her for the first time.

Maybe next time.

Just when I’m on the verge of busting my own door down, I get it open, usher Sarah inside, and simply drop my keys to the floor, pin her against the closed door, and bury my face in her neck, breathing her in.

She plants her hands on my sides and fists my shirt.

“You smell so damn good,” I mutter and kiss the soft flesh of her neck. She’s pulled my shirt out of my pants and her hands are on my skin, and it’s pure heaven.

“Adam,” she whispers.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“I’m going to need you to get naked now.”

I chuckle, delighted in her. I get the feeling that she hasn’t been with anyone in a while, but she’s not shy about what she wants, and that’s as much a turn on as her curvy body.

“I’m going to kiss every inch of you,” I say softly. My breath catches when she drags her hands down my sides and over my stomach. It’s a wonder I haven’t busted out of my jeans.

“I want a turn too,” she says, and that’s it. I need her.
Need
her. Now.

I push off the door and take her hand, leading her to my bedroom. When I turn to pull her to me, she rushes to me, and her hands immediately go for my jeans.

She’s in a hurry. When I glance down, her fingers are shaking, and she won’t look up at me.

She’s nervous.

We can’t have that.

“Sweetheart.” I catch her chin with my finger and tip her face up to look at me. “Sarah, this isn’t a race.”

“Seriously, get naked, and we can get to it.”

Get to it?

Under normal circumstances, I would agree with her 100%. I enjoy foreplay as much as the next person, but the main event is, well, the main event.

But I don’t want to rush this with her. I want to explore her, listen to her, smell her.

Savor her.

I grip her hands in mine and raise them to my lips, pressing a kiss to her fingers.

“We’re going to get to it, trust me, but we’re going to get there slowly.”

She blinks at me, as if she doesn’t understand the words coming out of my mouth.

“Breathe, baby,” I whisper and kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. I ease my body against hers and revel in the heat coming off her. She takes a deep breath, and with her eyes on mine, lifts up on her toes so she can meet my lips with hers, kissing me more lazily now, settling in to enjoy.

And that’s exactly what I want her to do. Enjoy every touch, every kiss.

My fingers catch the hem of her top and lift it up and over her head. She’s wearing a black bra against her white skin, making me salivate.

I need to get my mouth on her.

“I don’t know if anyone’s ever looked at me like that,” she whispers.

“Like what?” My fingers trace the outline of her bra, over the top of her breasts. Jesus, she has amazing tits. She covers them up with all of that loose clothing, so I knew they were a good size, but they’re just
amazing.

“Like they want to eat me alive.”

I smile as I look into her eyes. “I’m going to.”

I take her mouth again, exploring every inch of it as I finish undressing her, and when she’s finally naked, I guide her onto the bed, covering her body with mine as I continue to kiss her, and let my hand glide from her throat to her thighs and everywhere in between.

She’s breathing hard now, her hands fisted in my hair, holding on tight as her body wakes up under my touch.

“How do you keep your skin so nice?” I murmur against her neck.

“Genetics,” she breathes and arches under me when my thumb and finger tweak her nipple.

“You like that?”

“Mmm.”

So I do it again and nibble my way down to replace my fingers with my mouth, tugging her, licking her.

“Bite me,” she says, surprising me, and I comply, delighted when her hips rise off the bed and she pulls my hair harder.

“You like it rough, honey?”

“It makes me forget to be nervous.”

“Fuck.” I bite the other nipple. “I love how honest you are.”

“I’m naked, Adam. There’s no hiding here.”

My gaze travels down the length of her and back up again. She has curves and a few imperfections, and I’m sure that when she looks in the mirror she thinks she should have a flat stomach and slimmer hips. But God, I don’t. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in… I can’t remember when.

“You’re beautiful.”

She grins.

“I’ve been pregnant.”

“So?”

“So I’m not like I was before I was pregnant.”

I shake my head and plant a kiss on her stomach. There are a few stretch marks there, but it just feels soft and sexy as hell.

Before I get too lost in her, I strip out of my clothes and pull her hand to my pulsing hard cock.

“You make me hard, Sarah. You’re so fucking sexy, I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy and make you scream.”

“Oh, that sounds nice. I love that you’re a dirty talker.”

Her grip tightens on my cock, making my eyes cross. Jesus, I’m like a teenager.

“I think you bring it out in me,” I reply with a grin.

I grip her knees in my hands and push them up, spreading her wide. Her lips are small, there’s a light spattering of trimmed hair, and she’s already sopping wet for me.

And I haven’t touched her there yet.

“So wet, baby.”

“So damn turned on,” she replies and gasps when I lean down and lick her, from anus to clit. “Oh my God.”

“You taste good.”

“I just—” But she can’t complete the sentence because I’ve buried my lips against her and I’m fucking her with my tongue, making her moan and her head thrash back and forth. My nose tickles her clit, and I can’t take my mouth off of her. I’m ravenous for her. I want to eat her all night long, but suddenly her hands are fisted in my hair again.

“Adam!”

I moan against her and suck her lips into my mouth.

“Adam, I can’t.”

I simply nod and press my thumb on her clit, and she cries out, her pussy pulsing around my tongue.

Before she can calm, I climb over her, reach for a condom, and plunge inside, balls deep. Holy fucking hell, she’s tight.

Wet and tight.

And all mine.

Mine? Well, for tonight, anyway.

My mouth finds hers, and I am lost in her, hips moving fast, hands caught in her hair, and her legs wrapped around me as I fuck her hard and deep.

“
Oh my God
,” she whispers.

“Hell yes,” I reply and shove deep, then pulse, rubbing the base of my cock on her clit. I watch her face as her orgasm consumes her and she clutches me with her arms, legs, and pussy, riding it out.

I can’t help it. I follow her over, resting my forehead against hers as my body empties and my mind fills with nothing but thoughts of her.

And how I can’t wait to do this again.

* * * *

“All you have in here is old Chinese,” Sarah says, her head in my fridge and ass facing me. It’s quite the view.

“I just bought some cheese,” I reply and lean my hips against the counter behind her to watch the show. She pulled my blue shirt on after we finally left the bed, but that’s all she has on.

To my utter surprise, I’m getting hard again. And I’m naked, so there’s no way to hide it.

Not that I want to.

“It’s moldy,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me. “How old is the Chinese?”

“A few days?” I think back on it. “Yeah, I wouldn’t eat it.”

“So much for an after-sex snack,” she says with a chuckle and shuts the door.

“I have chips,” I reply and point to the cabinet to her left. I’m an asshole because I really just want to watch my shirt ride up and show me her ass when she reaches for them.

But I never claimed to
not
be an asshole, so there’s that.

“Salt and vinegar,” she says with delight. “My favorite.”

“See? I pulled through.”

“You did,” she replies and opens the bag. “In more ways than one.”

“Is that right?” I purposely don’t move to her. If I do, I’ll spin her around and fuck her against the counter.

On second thought, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

She nods and grins as she crunches happily on her chips, then takes a sip of the ice water I poured for her.

“Do you want some?”

“No thanks.” I cross my arms and watch her unabashedly. “You should unbutton the shirt.”

She raises a brow. “Is that a request?”

“No.”

Both brows lift now, and she licks her lips, sets the bag aside, and slips the two buttons free, exposing her breasts, belly, and pussy.

“Better?”

“Now take it off.”

She grins and lets the shirt fall to the floor, pooling around her feet.