Chapter Six
Piper
I had fully intended to seduce Lucas last night, but he sure flipped the table on me and took full control. My entire body quakes as I recall the way he turned fierce, feral, fucking me in the closet where we could have gotten caught. I’ve never had a man do that to me before, and I have to say, it was damn exciting—epic—and left me craving more.
Needy girl that I’m becoming, I want Lucas to take me, use my body…own it for the next three weeks. Last night, after returning from the party boat, he took me to his bed, and I snuggled in close as I fell asleep. Once Maddie returns home, I’ll be back in the guest room, but we don’t pick her up until later today, so why not take advantage of this situation and get a little dirty with the millionaire daddy who fucks like a god? We each know where the other stands, and we’re fully aware that what’s between us is just sex. No emotions. No commitments. Simple.
Not simple.
Damn.
Dressed in one of Lucas’s T-shirts, I climb from the empty king-size bed and pad quietly to the window. Lucas must have gotten up early to get some work done. I pull back the curtain and take in the movement in the infinity pool. Lucas climbs from the water, and my mouth waters at the sight of his hard, taut body and the sexy oblique muscles that are like a flashing arrow guiding my gaze to his cock. My mind wanders, conjuring the path my tongue would like to take once I get him out of those racer shorts. Cripes, he can make my thighs tingle, even from twenty feet away.
Determined to make every moment of this vacation epic, I slide open the glass door of his bedroom balcony and step outside for a better look. The warm sunshine beats down on me as I take him in, secretly watching him, the way he always watches me.
He must feel my eyes on him. His head slowly lifts, and he tosses the towel he was drying himself with over his shoulder.
“Morning,” I say and stretch, allowing the shirt I’m wearing to rise high on my thighs. Lacking any sort of modesty, Lucas fixes his shorts, but there doesn’t seem to be anything he can do to keep them from tenting. Maybe I can help with that.
“Mind if I join you?”
His grin is slow and predatory as he crooks his finger. I step away from the window, my heart pounding a little too fast at the thought of feeling him inside me again.
This is just sex, Piper, nothing more.
Foregoing a bathing suit—it will just get in the way of what I have in mind—I walk through the house and step out the back door. When I find Lucas waiting for me, his gaze going over my body like he’s going to eat me alive, my breath comes shallow. My steps slow.
“Get over here,” he says, his deep voice like a rough caress.
I make my way to him, and he grips my ribs, right under my breasts. He looks over the T-shirt I’m still in. “Not swimming?” he asks.
It’s all I can do to drag air into my lungs as I turn and look at the cool water. “I never said that.”
His thumbs brush my nipples, and they harden. “Caralho, girl. You look good in my clothes.”
“What does Caralho mean?”
“It means ‘fuck.’”
“Oh, I like that word.” Even though I don’t want him to stop touching me, I inch back, grab the hem, and pull the shirt over my head. “How do I look out of them?” I ask. My God, I’ve never been so bold before. Maybe I really am a bad girl at heart, a girl who likes to be watched, and it took a man like Lucas to show me that. The truth is I’ve never had a man pay such close attention to me.
Honest to God, how can I ever be with another after him?
His heated gaze roams my naked body, pleasure and need dancing in those dark eyes. “Much better,” he says, and when he reaches for me again, I dive into the deep end. I swim away, but the splashes behind me let me know that I’m not going to get too far. Good. I don’t want to.
Lucas captures me from behind and pulls me against him. We burst from the water, and his lust-imbued eyes meet mine.
“I thought we were swimming,” I say, playing innocent.
He stares at me with a raw hunger that is palpable, his eyes burning with fiery intensity. I’m sure the sexual need arcing between us can be felt by half the neighborhood. Good. Let the sharks know he’s off the market. Well, he’s not really. But for the next few weeks, I plan to keep him occupied.
He touches my chin. “We’ll swim, but first, this.”
His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding, tasting with a need so intense a shiver racks my body. I wrap my legs around him, and he pulls me against his hard erection as he walks to the shallow end to set me on one of the steps. Seated with my legs in the water and his crotch near my face, I reach out and press my palm to his cock.
He’s so hard for me.
He closes his hand over mine to hold it there as he jerks forward, a soft moan in his throat. “I want you so fucking bad,” he says. “Not even the cold water can keep me from getting hard.”
I grin, but my insides are flittering with excitement at how much he wants me. I try to keep the emotions at bay—this is just sex—but damn, when he says things like that, I lose the battle and get all the girly feels.
“I want you, too,” I respond. It’s true. I do want him. In fact, I want him so much it’s a bit scary. I mean, I was complacent with my ex, but the excitement, the deep need I feel with Lucas—a man I barely know, but who seems to know my inner needs so well—is new to me, unfamiliar. “Let me show you how much.”
I tug on his swimsuit and free his cock. Why, hello there. It springs forward, and I pull him into my mouth. He tastes warm and salty, as I lick his long length with my hot tongue.
He grips my wet hair and moves his body so he can see me taking him in. “You are so good at that,” he murmurs.
My heart beats a little faster, a thrill moving through me. I love that I can do this to him—for him. I love seeing him happy, and for me, pleasing him like this is as exciting as hang-gliding.
“You’re going to make me come.”
I give a moan of consent, and I work my mouth harder, massaging his cock, eager for him to do just that.
“Fuck, yes,” he murmurs. He rocks into me, his cock going deep into my throat as his hips jerk forward. “You want me?” he asks.
I nod and cup his balls. They draw up. Damn, he’s so close.
“But if I come in your mouth, what am I going to do to fill your pussy?”
My body vibrates with need, my sex muscles clenching, aching for something to grip on to with each pulse. Lord, if he keeps up with the dirty talk, I won’t even need to be touched to orgasm.
“How about we try three big fingers? That should fill you up nicely.” He growls, his body shaking like he’s trying to hold back. I won’t have any of that. I want him to let go, forget about everything but coming in my mouth.
I work my tongue harder, take him impossibly deeper, and use my hand on his shaft as I massage his balls.
“Fuck,” he cries out as he spurts hot cum down my throat. I swallow his tang, and drink him all in. When he stops spasming, he inches back, his cock sliding from my mouth. He gazes at me like I’m something to be cherished, worshiped, as he wipes my bottom lip with his thumb. His other hand goes to my throbbing sex. “I need my mouth right here.”
Well, who am I to deny what he needs?
I moan with want. “Yes, please…” I whisper.
Grinning at my eagerness, he lifts me again, pulling me from the water to set me down on the top step. Big fingers grip my legs to spread them. My body is a bit chilled from the cold water, but as he moves his hands over my flesh, reacquainting himself with my body, I soak in his warmth until I’m burning up inside.
He bends forward and lightly brushes his mouth over mine, a kiss so tender and gentle my heart skips. The nerves tracking my spine tingle, and I give myself a quick lecture. Dammit, it’s too easy to forget that this is a quick, hot affair when he’s kissing me like that.
He breaks the kiss, slides down the stairs, and buries his face between my legs. His hot tongue connects with my clit, and my hips come off the steps, needing…everything. Water laps against my feet, as he surfs his fingers over my sex, parting me.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse like he’s in total freaking agony.
He’s not the only one. I touch his head, holding him to where I need him. “Please…” I beg.
I take a shaky breath as his tongue licks over my sex, and when he inserts a big, thick finger, I rock toward him and reach for my clit.
As I stroke myself, his gaze meets mine, his eyes dark with desire. My God, no man has ever looked at me like that before. “That’s it, fuck my finger and show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone and thinking about me.”
He pushes his finger in and out, a steady rhythm that takes me higher and higher. My body ripples with a pleasure so intense a moan rips from my lungs.
“Like that?” he asks as his lips move to my breasts. He takes a nipple into his mouth, and sucks and savors like it’s his favorite candy. A second finger joins the first, and as they stroke deep, I move against him and delicately slide my fingers over my clit. Everything about the way he’s touching me is so deeply intimate, it brings us closer, shifting this relationship to a whole new level. But Jesus, I can’t fall for this guy.
His mouth leaves my breasts, and he kisses a path downward. I tremble beneath his hot tongue. He nudges my hand away with his chin and slides a third finger into me. My breathing quickens, pleasure the only thing on my mind.
“Mine,” he whispers before he closes his mouth over my aching clit. He devours me with his mouth as his fingers pound into me and circle my G-spot. My lips part, but no sound comes as I completely shatter. Fire races through my veins at the dual assault, and I throw my head back as an explosion rocks my body. I spasm around his fingers so hard my vision blurs.
“Yeah, just like that.” He murmurs as he continues to finger-fuck me, drawing out the pleasure.
I suck in air as wave after wave hits. “Feels so good,” I cry out, as the tension leaves my quaking body. He laps at me and moans in delight as he kisses my sex with a passion I’d never known before. When he finishes, he slowly moves out from between my legs. I shake all over, overwhelmed with the way he’s looking at me—like he’s not nearly finished with me. Good. I’m not nearly finished with him, either.
Eyes half-lidded, his grin is slow and sexy. “About that swim.”
“I’m not sure my legs will work,” I admit, giving a lazy, cat-like stretch. Honestly, I’ve never felt so complete, so content after sex before.
He chuckles and locks one muscled arm around my waist, and I throw my arms over his shoulder, suddenly desperate to feel him inside me again. God, what is this man doing to me?
“Come here,” he says. I wrap my legs around his waist as he wades out to the deep end. His mouth finds mine again, and he gives me a soft kiss, our tongues touching gently, stroking languidly. When he pulls back, my heart is racing. I can’t let myself feel things for this man. I can’t just walk into a ready-made family, and he’s definitely not ready for more.
Right?
His puzzled gaze moves over my face. “You good?”
“Great,” I say, making my voice as light as possible. I don’t for one minute want him to think I’m looking to be the next Mrs. Santos. I’m not. I don’t think. “You?”
“Yeah.” A pause and then, “I don’t think I want to kill Alyssa anymore.”
“Me, neither.”
He touches my cheek, and it unfurls a strange need inside me. “Piper,” he says quietly.
“Yeah?”
“For the next three weeks, you’re mine.” His jaw clenches “Let me be the guy to give you everything you want. No club-hopping. No strangers. Just you and me.”
“Okay,” I say. Like he even had to lay that on the table. After being in his arms, there is no other man I want to be with—ever.
Oh, shit.
My stomach takes that moment to grumble, and it breaks the moment between us. “Swimming really gives me an appetite,” I say.
He laughs and walks us back to the stairs. He releases his hold on me, and I slide down his body. I step away and instantly miss his warmth.
“Oh, you think it was the swimming?” he teases.
I crinkle my nose. “No, not really.”
“Come on, let’s eat and then go get Maddie and see how she’s making out with the pup.” He flashes me a grin. “You know, Nanny Eugenie is going to kill you for bringing a puppy into the house.”
“Good luck with that.” I turn, start up the stairs, and jerk my thumb over my shoulder. “By the time she comes back, I’ll be out of here.”
“Yeah, that’s right. You will be, won’t you?”
I spin to face him. Was that disappointment I heard in his voice?