Here Comes Trouble (10 page)

Surprising him yet again, Lacy slid one arm around his neck and threaded her fingers through his hair. She nudged his head lower then stood on her tiptoes so her mouth could reach his. Her warm, pliant lips brushed along his, skimming instead of kissing. Her breath mingled with his when her lips parted just the tiniest bit. Chase took that as an invitation and slipped his tongue inside before she changed her mind. Lacy didn’t seem to mind the intrusion. Her tongue was equally enthusiastic as it swirled around his in an erotic dance that had his arm tightening around her waist. Both their mouths opened wider, inviting each other to do as each wanted. Chase turned his head to change the angle of the kiss. Something landed on the floor with a thud, and he realized she’d dropped the purse she carried to slide her other arm around his neck. He backed her to the door and pressed her against it so he could feel every inch of her body along his. She grunted as her back hit the door. The kiss grew more intense, their tongues moving in and out of each other’s mouths.

Chase couldn’t remember the last time he’d really kissed a woman without thinking how long until they got naked. The next step had never been far from his mind. With Lacy, he’d be satisfied to kiss her against his front door for the rest of the night. He thrust one hand into her hair and tilted her head back to deepen the kiss. The strands of her hair sifted around his fingers and felt just as soft and downy as he’d expected. Her vanilla-orange sent traveled up to his nose and filled his head with visions of her running naked through an orange grove. He pictured the sun high, sending rays over her smooth skin. The image made his dick strain harder, painfully, against his fly. Lacy’s response was a gasp that he swallowed into his mouth. She wanted him.

She tore her mouth away from his. “Chase, I want you,” she said as if she’d read the very words that had just entered his foggy mind.

Oh, he knew she wanted him. Her heart beat a rapid, hard punch against his chest. Her pupils widened, filling the green to a deep onyx. Orgasms were easy to fake. But no woman could fake a reaction like this.

“Are you sure?”

She skimmed one of her hands down to his chest and rested it just above his heart, which beat just as swiftly as hers. “Yes.” The whispered words came out in a rush.

That was all the confirmation he needed.

In one hasty move, he whisked her away from the door and lifted her up against his pelvis. She immediately wrapped her legs around him and resumed their kissing. Her tongue invaded his mouth again, threatening to make him lose his concentration to put one foot in front of the other. The stairs were going to be a challenge if she didn’t stop rubbing her little tits against his chest. Then again, the sensation of her pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest would be well worth tripping and falling. Somehow, he managed to take the stairs two at a time, if only to get her on the bed that much faster. Once in his room, he kicked the door closed with more force than necessary. Lacy slid down his hips, languidly stretching her body along his. Damn, the woman knew how to tease.

For one tension-filled moment she stared at him, and then slipped her nimble little fingers beneath the hem of his shirt. The second her fingertips made contact with his skin, his stomach coiled and contracted and he hissed in a breath through gritted teeth. The little tease had the nerve to smile as though she knew exactly how much torture she inflicted. Inch by painfully slow inch, she lifted his shirt up until she had it over his head and on the floor. Her eyes ate up every speck of naked flesh. The tips of her fingers left a trail of fire on his skin as she floated them from one side of his chest to the other.

He ought to be awarded the freakin’ Medal of Honor for how long he managed to stand still. What he wanted to do was toss her on the bed and drive himself inside her for a few hard, fast pumps until all the breath left her body.

A quick wet feeling replaced her fingers. Chase’s already heavy eyelids slid shut at the feeling of her small, warm tongue on his nipples. She circled them slowly with a feather-light caress, traveling from one nipple to the next. The attention almost had him shooting off in his pants and ending their good time before they got to the great stuff.

“Enough of this one-sided action,” he rasped out and grabbed her by the shoulders.

“But I’m enjoying myself,” she protested as he shoved her back on the bed. She landed with a gasp; her hair fell into her face.

“Not as much as you’re about to.” He stalked her on the bed, crawling over her like a predator about to take its prey.

Anticipation animated her feminine features. A small smile turned up the corners of her mouth and her teeth dug into her lower lip. As he glanced down at her body, he realized she was still clothed. Well, he’d have to remedy that.

With achingly slowness, he lifted her shirt up, following the hem with his mouth and dropping kisses along her belly. Her hoarse moan filled the quiet static of his room. She arched her back off the bed, offering herself to him. As soon as he had her shirt off, he slid one arm behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra in the one-handed way he’d taught himself as a teenager. Once he had her breasts free, he closed his mouth around one, lavishing the same attention upon her nipples she’d showed his. He allowed no mercy, swirling his tongue in endless, rapid circles until her nipples were as hard as diamonds. One of her hands cradled the back of his head, encouraging him on. The other hand circled his waist and slid beneath the waistband of his jeans. She dug her hand as far as she could reach, and Chase realized she was hinting at him to take his pants off. He didn’t oblige her, instead focusing on her breasts. They were so delicious, he was happy to let his tongue linger for as long as he liked.

After a few more torturous moments, he lifted his mouth and worked on removing her shorts. She was so thin, the denim slid easily off her hips. She kicked them and her underwear free and soon she lay completely naked before him.

He supposed now would be a good time to savor the sight of a buck-naked Lacy Taylor, willing and ready for him. All he could think about was getting inside her. He leaned over her, letting the crisp hairs of his chest brush across her nipples as he reached into the nightstand next to her pillow for a condom. She sucked in a quick breath. He barely had his jeans down over his hips when she snatched the condom from him and deftly rolled it down his rigid length. The brush of her fingers sent an electrical shot from his dick all the way down to his toes.

The second she had him suited up, he kneed her thighs apart and flexed his buttocks, sliding just the very tip of himself in between her wet folds. Instant warm, slick heat surrounded him and milked him down his length as he inched the rest of the way in. The opening was extremely tight, gripping his penis like a squeezing, wet fist. It took every ounce of his self-control to hold himself still instead of ramming her like a jackhammer. He wanted to make this last longer than the three seconds it would take for him to come.

He focused his attention on her face to gauge her reaction. So far, she hadn’t made a sound except for the occasional moan. Where he expected to see tightly closed eyes or maybe an expression of pain, there was an openness about her that was so uncharacteristic of Lacy. Long, dark lashes swept in almost slow motion over dilated pupils. Her lips, wet from his kisses, parted with her heavy, labored breathing. She licked her lower lip, prompting him to take her mouth in his again. He swept his tongue inside, still not moving his hips in order to build the anticipation. Her arms went around his neck and she floated her hands over the coiled muscles in his back.

He hadn’t been ready to start moving yet, but at that moment she lifted her hips in a little grinding motion against his. The movement was so unexpected that it rendered a groan from deep within his chest. The sound went into her mouth and he felt her smile against him. He returned the favor by grinding his hips against hers, circling them in one direction and then the other. Lacy tore her mouth away from his and let out a cry of pleasure. Her fingers, once stroking over his back, now dug into his flesh, no doubt creating little crescent-shaped scars from her nails.

When he finally decided they’d both done enough waiting, he gently pulled himself almost all the way out then plummeted himself back into her body. Another anguished scream from Lacy mingled with his heavy breathing. She lifted her legs higher, wrapping them around his hips. He repeated the pulling out motion again, this time with more force and speed until he had a steady rhythm going. His room was soon filled with the sound of the headboard thudding up against the wall mixed with their moans and sighs.

As the speed of his hips increased, he leveled himself up and hooked one of his elbows behind her knee, lifting her leg high and deepening his penetration. Sharp teeth bit into his shoulder, propelling him to slam into her harder and faster. Lacy let go of his shoulder and sobbed her release. The inner muscles of her silky walls contracted around him, massaging his dick. The feeling of her orgasm around him felt so fucking good that his own orgasm blindsided him like a hit to the back of the head. Hot, milky semen shot out of him and into the condom. Every muscle in his body coiled like steel beneath his sweaty skin. He buried his face in Lacy’s sweet-smelling neck while his hips jerked and bucked through the rest of his orgasm. The whole time she held him tight and kissed his neck. Her hands had moved down to his ass so she could pull him as deep as possible.

After he’d emptied every last ounce of bodily fluids into the tip of the condom, Chase lay, trying to steady his breathing, on top of an equally exhausted Lacy. The two of them didn’t move for a few precious seconds as either of them was drained to even speak.

Finally, Lacy broke the silence. “I think you killed me,” she rasped in a groggy voice.

“
I
killed
you
?” he muttered into her hair. “I can’t move.”

She let out a pathetic, sleepy chuckle and glided her soft hands across back. Blessed sleep was about to take him and Chase carefully disengaged himself from Lacy’s body and rolled over. He pulled in a steadying breath and looked at the shadows of the trees stretched across the ceiling. He was sure the repercussions of this would hit him later. But for now Chase decided to bask in the satisfying afterglow of a healthy round of sex. He peeled the sticky condom off and lazily tossed it on the floor. Whatever. He’d pick it up tomorrow.

“That was,” Lacy said on an exhale and rolled over to face him, “the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

He slanted a look at her out of the corner of his eye. “You don’t have to flatter me that much.”

“I’m serious. “I’ve never had sex that good.”

Women had told him that before and he’d always chalked it up to cheesy flattery. The slumberous look of Lacy’s face and relaxed air of her body put a genuine meaning behind her words. He didn’t want to think that highly of himself but he had to admit that had been one of the most intense rounds of sex he’d ever had.

Just as Lacy lowered her head to his shoulder, a thought occurred to him. “What if we made this a regular thing?”

“When you say, ‘this’ do you mean me crashing your babysitting party and stealing one of your beers?”

The comment earned her a smile. “It was two. And I think you know what I’m talking about.”

This time she snorted. “Be serious, Chase.”

He ought to be the one saying those words. Instead, he pressed on. “I am serious. We’re pretty good together don’t you think?”

“I already told you how good it was.”

He sensed a “but” coming. “So…?”

She was so still for a minute that he actually thought she’d stopped breathing. “I don’t think it’s a very good idea for us to get involved.”

“Reason being?”

She pulled one of the hairs on his chest. “Well, for one thing, you’re my boss.”

“A minor detail that can be overlooked.”

Her breath tickled his skin when she giggled.

“Any other excuses?”

“Yeah, your father has that no dating rule.”

“Another minor detail.”

“I wouldn’t really call that a minor detail. Plus the fact that he despises me.”

“Where’d you get an idea like that?”

She lifted herself onto an elbow and gazed down at him. “Your father has never liked me, Chase.”

He tucked her hair behind her ear. “That’s not true.” Actually it
was
true. Martin had never really been fond of Lacy. Because of her father’s actions, he’d always felt her a bad influence on Brody.
 
Other than the chefs, Martin didn’t involve himself with hiring staff. That was Chase’s job and the reason Lacy had been hired. His father hadn’t jumped for joy when he saw Lacy taking orders one day. But she’d proved herself a good waitress, so Martin kept his thoughts to himself. Lacy had also been right about his father’s no dating rule. He strictly forbade the staff to date each other or hiring boyfriends or girlfriends. He always said it encouraged irresponsible behavior that ultimately lead to a hostile work environment. Chase never shared those sentiments, but he supposed his father was smart to be cautious on that front.

Lacy idly drew circles on his chest with her blunt nail. “I don’t know.”

Her walls were firmly back in place. “Why are you so unsure?” He wrapped a hand around her thigh and pulled it up higher so it rested across his hips.

She nibbled her lower lip and kept her attention on his chest. The gears in her head were working overtime to come up with some excuse. Lacy always chewed on those sweet lips when she tried to process her thoughts fast enough to come up with a response.