Breaking the Bachelor (Entangled Lovestruck) (Smart Cupid) (13 page)

Suddenly, he was nipping at the fullness of her bottom lip, loving the sweetness of her, loving her seductive surrender. Right now, there was no list of criteria, no safety net. Right now, there was just Jane arching toward him, wanting him, begging for him. Her lips parted and he took the opportunity to deepen his kiss, to explore the depths of her. He could taste the tang of tomato sauce and Chianti, the taste of Brooklyn mixed with the honeyed flavor that was purely her. He wanted to keep it gentle, to move slowly, but she was a temptation he couldn’t resist. God, he hated to admit it, but he’d dreamt of loving her like this again.

There was only one man for his Cupid, and he intended to spend all night proving it to her. He wanted more than chemistry. He wanted long nights of lovemaking and secrets, followed by easy Sunday mornings. He wanted a woman who was secure with her sexuality and desires, and he wanted a future and a family. Charlie was ready for the long haul, more than ready.

He wanted Jane.

All of her.

Tonight. Every night.

“Let’s get out of here.” His fervent whisper fell softly against her swollen mouth.

“Your place or mine?”

…

Ten minutes later, after he’d texted a car service, they were a tangle of limbs and undone clothing in the back of a swanky Lincoln racing toward her apartment. The driver had pocketed the fare, along with a healthy tip, and shut the window that separated the front from the back.

Charlie held her close and kissed her. The taste of him, the feel of his mouth as it explored the hollows of her throat before lingering along the edge of her bra, sent her senses reeling and she clung to him as the outside world rushed by.

His broad shoulder pinned her up against the backseat of the speeding car, and he slipped his hand in the waistband of her jeans. Their eyes locked. Without a sound, his fingers moved beneath the soft lace of her dampened panties and he kissed her lips to keep her small involuntary cries of desire between the two of them.

“Janey, baby.” His tongue flicked across her earlobe and a soft moan escaped her. “I’m going to make you come. Right here. Right now.”

Before she could protest, his mouth was on hers again, kissing her, coaxing her body into complete submission. As his fingers slipped deeper inside her, she dug her nails in his shoulders, hanging on for the ride of her life as the car careened through the dark streets, making its way from Brooklyn to Manhattan. Bright lights flashed against the windows and the noise of the city melted away as his fingers moved back and forth inside her, his tongue moving in the same rhythm to bring her to the brink before easing away, only to return with an even greater hunger.

A desperate whimper hitched in the back of her throat. Her body trembled uncontrollably as his finger roamed her center without mercy, daring her to resist until all she wanted to do was scream with wanting him.

“Come on, Janey, come on,” he whispered. She was so close to the edge.

“Oh, God.” Her soft gasp echoed in the back of the car. Her body arched in response to the flick of his tongue, reaching toward him, shuddering against the movement of his fingers and the motion of the car racing down the street. “Oh, Charlie!”

Her heartbeat quickened in response to the excitement, to the chemical reaction between them, the touch of him, the feel of him against her most intimate parts until she could wait no longer. She exploded with sensation beneath him as his mouth continued to kiss her, taking her further than she knew was possible.

Waves of passion crashed through her body and she gripped the edge of the vinyl seat. Already her breaths were coming quickly, practically panting, begging him for another round. He pulled her toward him, cradling her satisfied body against the long, hard length of him as the taxi traveled the final corners into Chelsea.

“There’s more where that came from.” His low, deep voice, full of passion and desire, teased her own desperate longing, suggesting that if she wanted more, he could give it to her.

The car pulled in front of her brownstone. Charlie took her hand to help her from the taxi, tipped their oh-so-discreet driver yet again, and walked her inside the building, where he continued to kiss her. She returned his kiss, reveling in the touch of his mouth on her own, enjoying the rough texture of his five-o’clock shadow against her skin.

She ran her hands across his chest, loving the way he felt beneath her fingertips, all sinewy muscle and hard, hot man. Every cell of her body tingled as Charlie kissed her mouth into submission. She wanted the feel of him, the perfect fit of his body moving within her in a rhythm all their own. Visions of Charlie taking her in the corner of her building’s half-lit foyer sent a shiver of desire skittering up her spine.

“Race you upstairs,” she whispered.

“Oh, angel, you are so on.”

Charlie grabbed her hand and started up the stairs, taking two at a time. The fourth floor came up fast and soon they were against the door of her co-op. She raised her eyes to meet his gaze and his storm-colored eyes darkened with a combination of passion, desire, and need that practically knocked her panties off.

“Coming in?” she asked.

He leaned in and planted his hands against the wall on either side of her. “Angel, if you’ll let me, I am definitely coming in—all the way.”

The man didn’t have to tell her twice. Key in the lock, she twisted the doorknob and together they stumbled into the dimly lit hallway. Charlie pulled the keys from the lock, tossed them onto the floor and kicked the door closed with one foot. With their mouths entwined, she unzipped his black leather jacket and tugged it off his broad shoulders and away from the muscle of his arms until the coat joined her keys on the hardwood. He drew back and eased the still unbuttoned cardigan over her shoulders to reveal the swells beneath the pink lace bra. She glanced at him from under her lashes and smiled.

“Let me look at you,” he said.

In one deft movement, he unsnapped the front closure to reveal the sensitive, bare skin of her breasts to his heated gaze. She felt his body harden in response to the view and the look in his eyes at the sight of her aching breasts sent her heart racing. Her nipples pebbled as his gaze traveled her curves with such passionate intensity, she might come right there while he drank in the sight of her. He groaned with utter male appreciation and drew her closer, letting his hands roam her body, the inlet of her hips, and the soft rise of her breasts. He inched her body closer, fingers at the edge of her jeans, but she wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. Not just yet. She had other temptations in mind for Charlie.

“Wait. Let me.” Her fingers stilled the movement of his hands and she slid down to the floor in front of him. A soft glint of want burned in her eyes as her gaze covered the distance of his muscled hips and thighs. “You never should have worn these Levis.” She unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his jeans, freeing the hard length of him. A smile melted across her face.
Commando
. So, he’d been confident about winning their little game of strip bowling. She let go a long, low sigh. “I don’t call you ‘big guy’ for nothing, Charlie.”

She let her palm graze the rough hair running from his six-pack abs straight to the Promised Land. A ferocious kick of anticipation made her weak with desire. Her craving for him was so intense she felt dizzy, and no rational thought, no statistical margin of error held the power to obscure her longing to have him, to please him, to see his body shake as she took him into her mouth. An urgent tidal wave of dangerous need took over. She was desperate to feel his hard cock in her hand, to taste him, to own him for the night.

Wild, rather than safe. Uncontrolled, rather than predictable.

Sometimes winning big meant playing the long shot.

After pulling off his boots, she dragged the soft, broken-in denims over his ass and down his powerful thighs, allowing her fingers to skim the play of his muscles. She was going to teach him a lesson about torturing her with those jeans. “Now you’re going to have to pay.”

She moved her mouth to his cock, unable to fight her desire to touch him so intimately, to taste him. Her tongue ran its length and he hardened further at the light stroke and kiss. She took him completely into her mouth, surprised by the fever pitch of her need. She held the hard length of him in her mouth and in her hands. She possessed him, and his body shook from the pleasure of her touch. A deep groan exploded from his chest and the ragged sound of his longing turned her on like a glowing neon sign. She sucked on his flesh, wanting to coax him to orgasm with her mouth, but as he grew close to release, he edged his hips away and reached for her, sliding her up his trembling body.

“Wait, I’m not finished.” Her words were a gentle whisper against his throat.

“Neither am I.” His voice rumbled up from his chest. He turned her around so that the back of her pliant, wanton body lay flat against the wall of the entry hall. She stayed still, breathing rapidly, her body primed.

Placing a hand on either side of her head against the wall, he leaned in close enough to whisper. “Listen to me, Janey. I am going to make you come in every corner of your apartment, in every room, on every surface, so no matter where you look, you’ll imagine me moving inside you, making you come apart, making you feel like no other man has ever made you feel. Or ever will.”

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. “So, what are you waiting for?”

A confident smile slid across his face. The man was not bluffing.

“Angel, I’m done waiting.” Kicking his pants from his ankles, he tossed her over his shoulder caveman-style and strode into the narrow, train-style kitchen.

“Put me down!” Laughing, her fists pounded playfully at his back.

Jane was a modern woman, but she had to admit, the whole caveman thing was hot. Totally hot. Arm muscles flexing, he dragged her over his shoulder and lowered her backside onto the barstool next to the small kitchen island. The room, which opened into the living area, was dark except for a pale stream of moonlight pouring in from the bay window.

“You’ve got way too many clothes on,” he whispered, pressing her gently back against the granite.

“Agreed.” Her voice was a hot whisper, her gaze locked on his mouth.

He bent his head and kissed the dip of her collarbone before taking the lacy strap of her open bra and dragging it away from her skin, leaving her half-naked and vulnerable, waiting for his touch. With the fabric torn away, his tongue moved to the side swell of her breast, licking and nibbling, tasting and taunting as his lips toured her curves. He pulled her right nipple deep into his mouth, sucking until it was inflamed and tender. Just the way she liked it.

But he wasn’t finished. His teeth nipped along the underside of her swollen flesh as he worked his way to her left breast to finish the job of driving her to distraction. He raised his head to catch her gaze and slid the other side of the rumpled sweater away from her body, leaving her naked and waiting.

Without looking away, he blew a light stream of air across her wet nipples and the aching flesh pebbled harder in response, desperate to feel more than his teasing. Her heart hammered away in her chest as his fingers moved across her lower abdomen, up her ribcage, settling under the fullness of her breasts. She bit down hard on her lower lip and looked away. He tweaked both her nipples and the exquisite pain shot straight to her clit. He took his hands away.

“Look at me, Janey,” he said. “I want you to watch me touch you.”

She gripped the edge of the island, unable to move, unable to respond. He pinched her swollen tips a second time, demanding her attention, and her eyes met his.

Holding her heated gaze, his rough palms skimmed the sensitive tips of her wet, swollen breasts.

Once.

Twice.

A third wonderfully erotic time.

She let go a quiet moan as the thrill of his caress moved through her body, setting her core on fire, until her need for him demanded a physical and emotional response. She’d tried to fortify the walls around her emotions, but Charlie’s touch brushed away each attempt, asking—no,
demanding
—that she feel him.

Her body arched toward him, practically begging for more. And he seemed more than willing to please her. His lips traveled over the vulnerable cove of her throat while his hands slid down her back to cup her ass before moving to the waistband of her pants. She kicked off her shoes. He eased the jeans over her hips and thighs to reveal the sexy secret beneath.

“Love the pink lace.” Dark gray eyes widened and his voice, filled with raw desire, caused a playful smile to tug at the corners of her mouth.

“I remember.”

On a groan, he slipped his fingers under the lace and slid her panties away from the wet heat of her center. His fingers caressed her bottom as he tugged the provocative lace over her thighs and calves.

“I want you now, Charlie,” she said, tearing at the buttons of his shirt. Even to her own ears, her voice echoed with longing. “Right now.”

In answer, his hand trailed across her ribcage, across the curve of her hips and stomach to the apex of her thighs.

Desire pooled low in her abdomen as his fingers slipped inside her. God, he was driving her crazy, circling her, drawing her close to a climax only to pull back. Her body inched closer toward him, desperate for the moment Charlie would enter, so ready to give every part of her body over to his expert hands. Her head fell back on a sigh. She knew exactly how he’d make love to her, tasting every inch of her, delving deep into all her secret places to set her skin on fire. A second moan escaped her lips as her body grew restless for him, her thighs trembling, aching to feel the hard length of him inside her. His fingers pulled away, leaving her naked and trembling. He grabbed her ass, tossed her from the barstool onto the island and dragged her toward the ledge. She gasped at the feel of the cool granite sliding beneath her.