Sweet Nothings: A Karma Café Novella (7 page)

His eyes darkened, narrowed as, against his will, he imagined her naked. Alabaster white skin, silky soft and bare. Were her nipples pink or peach? When his eyes dropped lower to her jeans, his own jeans grew painfully tight.

“Maybe you should lay back down,” he croaked

“I will,” she promised, pulling her shirt free of her jeans. “As soon as we’re naked.”

Huh? His brain shorted, as if the live wires were sparking heat but not making any connections.

Looking like something out of a dream, a very hot wet dream, she tugged the fabric higher, the red shirt a vivid contrast against her pale white skin. Jacob’s mouth went dry. His brain shut down. And horny took over.

He should protest. He should stop her. But horny was in charge and howling for more. And more it got, as she finished pulling her shirt off, then shook her head so that cloud of night-black hair settled against her shoulders in a tousled invitation.

Holy hell.

She was gorgeous.

“I thought you were here to fix the sink,” he muttered inanely.

With her eyes locked on his, Bianca let her shirt drop to the floor. Standing before him wearing only jeans, boots and a black lace bra, she shook her head.

“Actually, I’m here to seduce you.”

Chapter Six

Jacob had lived a blessed life. He’d always got the job he wanted, had an almost impossible case win record and had spent most of his life deciding which of the women chasing him he wanted to be with.

But he knew, at this very moment, that he’d never been this lucky. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The lithe expanse of bare skin hypnotized as she moved with an unselfconscious grace that made his mouth water.

Her gaze locked on his, she strode to the counter and scooped up two fingersful of the sweet apples off the plate. Her eyes still heavy and her red lips curved in a seductive invitation, she slipped one finger into her mouth.

And sucked.

The blood dove out of his brain so fast, all he heard was the rush as it flew south. He damn near exploded.

He made a desperate grab at his discipline.

This was crazy. Out of line. He took a deep breath, sure there was some form of self-control in the air.

Before his lungs could find it, she stepped closer. A wickedly sweet smile played over her full lips as she lifted her other finger, one still covered in apple juices.

His eyes locked on hers, he wrapped his lips around her.

Sweet. Spiced sweetness with an addicting edge.

He groaned, desperately hoping that the sound was only in his head. Her smile, sliding further into the wicked than the sweet, made it clear she’d heard him loud and clear.

“You like?” she asked in a husky whisper as she stepped away and licked her finger again. The way she tilted her head made it clear she was asking about more than the taste of dessert.

She held her hands wide, a clear invitation.

He couldn’t resist.

The tempting scent of cinnamon and apples filled senses as he took in the sight. His head swirled a little, all arguments, all reason fading as he looked at vision before him.

Bianca was his every dream come true.

Her black bra contrasted vividly against alabaster white skin, as much in color as texture. Lace over silk. She was beautifully curved, slender lines so smooth and inviting. Her breasts, the size of the juicy Delicious apples that grew on his tree back home, were barely contained in the delicate lace. Almost as if begging his fingers to finish covering them. To weigh each one, to squeeze and test its firmness.

He reached for her before he realized what he was doing. It was as if he was in a fog, unable to think clearly, or to talk himself out of the need he had to taste her. Reason, logic, hell his own name, they all blurred.

Bianca was everything.

And she was moving backward, toward the bedroom.

What’s a guy to do but follow?

Thankfully, she stopped before she could actually reach the bed. His hands slid over her shoulders. Her skin was pure silk, warm and inviting. Then she stepped into his arms, smiling up at him in a way that said she was ready for anything he could dish up.

A little voice in the back of his head warned that he shouldn’t be dishing a damned thing. He should step away, drop his hands and behave like a gentleman.

The sexy promise in Bianca’s eyes, the full invitation of her lips, made it hard to listen to that nagging little voice.

Jacob gave in to his body’s demands, lowered his head and took her mouth.

Damn, he groaned silently. She was delicious.

He tasted the apples, sweet and tart at the same time.

The taste of her flipped a switch, completely ending all of the doubts, the logical arguments his blood-deprived little voice had been trying to marshal, they disappeared.

Gone.

The only thing in his world now was Bianca.

He molded her soft lips beneath his, sipping at the fullness before sliding his tongue along the crease. She was so sweet. So delicate.

His tongue touched the tip of hers, and it was as if he’d hit the go button. Suddenly her mouth was voracious. She sucked the tip of his tongue into her hot depths, the friction making his dick throb.

He was so obsessed with what she was doing to his mouth that he didn’t even notice that she’d pushed up his shirt until her fingers scraped his chest. His body went into overdrive when she drew her nails over his stiff nipples, sucking hard on his tongue at the same time.

Ready to burst, needing her to be as desperate as he was, he mimicked her gesture. His hands cupped her breasts, the roughness of the lace an erotic contrast against the sweet smoothness of her skin. He hooked his fingers under the lace, pulling it down to bare her nipples, then skimmed his thumbs over the hardening peaks.

Her gasp released his tongue, but before he could regain a little control, her hand slipped down between their bodies, fingers curling over his dick.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he muttered against her lips. “But I like it.”

She leaned back, just enough so he could see her face. Her smile was wickedly pleased and her big blue eyes couldn’t be called innocent now. Enticing, erotic, alluring, yes. But definitely not innocent.

“Bet I can make you love it,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.

Then she proceeded to prove herself right.

She wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, pulling his mouth back to hers. Meanwhile, her other hand worked his rock-hard erection through his jeans, squeezing in time with the throbbing.

Jacob gave himself a delicious thirty seconds to revel in the intense power she had over his body. Then, grabbing ahold of his fragile threads of control, he set out to drive her crazy.

Oh, God. Bianca’s body hummed, desire dancing a wickedly sensuous rhythm. Jacob’s mouth was magic. He tasted so good and his tongue. Oh, baby, what a tongue. She didn’t know if it was Anja’s spell or simply the intensity of finally letting herself feel and experience every secret sexual delight she’d ever dreamed.

His thumbs worked her nipples into a state of hard need while his tongue danced over hers in a way that made her want to wiggle and squirm.

She gripped his dick harder through the thick fabric of his jeans. Or was it just him that was thick? Needing to find out, she fumbled with the button. As soon as it was loosened, she yanked the zipper down and slid her fingers beneath both denim and cotton to grip velvety hard flesh.

“Bianca,” he gasped.

She slid her fingers along the length, holding tight to the hard flesh.

“Slow down,” he warned in a choked voice.

“Speed up,” she suggested, swiping her tongue over his lower lip. Then, unable to resist, she bit that sexy flesh with a quick snap.

His laugh was just a little strangled, but he clearly got the urgent message. One hand still working magic on her nipple, fingers sliding around and around, his other wrapped behind her to unsnap her bra. As if relieved to be free of their aching burden, the straps flew down her arms, only to be trapped by her elbows. Before the lace cups even fell, his hands were there. Molding, squeezing, delighting. His fingers pinched, his palm soothing even as he teased.

Realizing his pace was light years behind what she needed, Bianca undid the snap of her jeans herself. Smart boy that he was, Jacob didn’t need other prompting. His lips sped down her throat, leaving a trail of wet heat before he reached her nipple. Teeth and tongue worked the aching bud, making Bianca crazy. Tight and intense, desire coiled deep in her belly. moisture pooled as need clawed inside her. Need for more. Need for everything.

As if he heard, Jacob had the zipper down and the shoved fabric off her hips. Her jeans hit the floor before she could kick her shoes off. Then his hand slipped beneath her panties, and she didn’t care. Not about shoes, not even about breathing. All that mattered was the incredible sensations building between her legs.

His fingers plunged into the wet heat of her core at the same time he bit her nipple, sucking it between his teeth while he laved it with his tongue.

The coil unwound, her body exploding in waves. Each one hit her harder until she was drowning in sensations. She was dimly aware of him removing the rest of her clothes, and of the distant sound of foil. But she couldn’t pull herself out of the puddle of passion enough to realize what he was doing until she felt soft fabric of the sheets against her shoulder blades.

Bianca forced her lids open, her gaze landing on the ceiling one second before Jacob’s face swam into view. Poised over her body, his eyes locked on hers.

“You’re sure?” he asked, ever the gentleman.

Adoring him for that, she slid her palms over his cheeks, pulling him closer. As their mouths melded, she anchored her hips up so her bush teased the long, hard length of him. She was dimly aware of the feel of latex against her thigh, then all awareness faded as he slid into her.

Hard and powerful, he penetrated her body with a mighty stroke. His gaze holding hers captive, he paused, letting her adjust to him.

And adjust she did.

To the hard, hard length of him.

To the thick, powerful girth of him.

And, oh baby, to the delicious throbbing.

Then he moved.

Her body went wild.

Sensations battled, heat and friction sending her spiraling higher and higher.

He plunged.

She cried out.

He pounded, in and out.

Her body tightened, clenching in anticipation.

He paused.

Eyes wide, panting, she met his gaze.

His lids were low, his face taut. He looked at her like she was the answer to his every wish, the embodiment of his every dream.

It was that look, as much as the fingers he slid between her legs, that sent her over the edge.

His fingers worked the wet, pulsing bud as her climax pounded, over and over, like waves crashing against her body. Bianca arched high, pulling him in, her inner walls milking him as he growled along with his own orgasm.

Whimpering with the power still shimmering through her, Bianca gave a soft moan of satisfaction. To echo her appreciation, she reached around to give his butt a quick pat.

He laughed, then pulling her tight against him, rolled so he was on the floor and she cushioned over his chest.

Bianca wasn’t sure how long she lay there, floating in sea of overwhelming pleasure. It might have been ten minutes, or ten days, before she found the strength to lift her head.

“Wow.”

Bianca didn’t know where she found the breath to laugh. Her cheek lying against his chest, she hummed. Then, delight fueling her, she grinned up at him.

Inspired, empowered, she leaned over the side of the bed to grab her jeans, pulling a handful of condoms from the pocket.