Love in the Afternoon (4 page)

Fate was a cruel bitch. That was the only reason why I’d been trapped in a house with a man I’d had fantasies about for years and worked hard to push those feelings away only to have him tell me he’d experienced the same pull toward me. In light of the fact that his ex-fiancée had just walked out of his life barely an hour ago, I wouldn’t allow myself to believe this was anything more than a man clearing his emotional conscious. It was the alcohol he’d consumed talking.

“
Chase…” I cleared my throat. “I’m not sure what you want me to do with this information. Right now you’re just hurt because, Leez—”

“
Come here, Oriana.” He tugged my hand, ending my words. Grabbing my other hand, he pulled until I rose from my seat and stood before him.

“
You just need to rest…” I babbled on. “In the morning you will have a clearer head.”

“
I don’t want to clear my head.” Shoving his chair back, he dragged me on to his lap.

Hard thighs kissed my ass as I plopped down. “Too much champagne for both of us.”

“
Drunk or sober, I know what I want.” His hand cupped my cheek and his thumb stroked my chin as his blunt, short nails grazed the underside of my bottom lip.

A shiver took over my body as excitement burst inside of me like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “What’s that?”

“
To kiss you and finally discover the taste of your mouth.” His gaze was locked on the area he talked about.

Oh, shit.

“
Is that gloss on your luscious lips flavored?” he asked.

I retrained myself from licking my lips. “No…it’s just a clear gloss.”

“
Good.” That word broke rough from him before he captured my mouth. His hand moved from my face to my hair where he buried his fingers in it and held me in place. He still had not released my hand. Our hands were joined together in my lap.

The kiss began light as he brushed over each corner of my mouth then nibbled at the plump bottom. When I gasped at the slight pinch of pain, he fixed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue inside.

His kiss was warm, sweet and fruity. A combination of the man, the cake and the champagne and I was getting drunk off all three.

Hot and intense. I had never experienced a kiss that had my toes curling up in my shoes. Unable to keep my posture rigid, I leaned into him and crushed my breasts into his chest. The firm muscles pressing against me eased the ache in my nipples. They were so tight I wanted to stroke them or feel Chase’s large hands squeezing them.

However, that sensation was mild compared to the heat and throbbing happening at the apex of my thighs. My pussy was swollen as it pressed against the seat of my panties. I could feel wetness rolling between my labia.

By the imprint of his hard cock against my hip, I knew I wasn’t the only one affected. I had the urge to swing my legs around until I could press my sex against his erection. I was pretty sure I would be able to get off just from his kiss and grinding against his length.

Chase ended the kiss. His chest was heaving as he took in large gulps of air and stared at me. With me on his lap, we were eye level.

“
I want some more of my birthday cake.”

Uh, okay.
That was not what I expected him to say. My cheeks heated up as I thought about my foolish wayward thoughts of palmed breasts and orgasms while Chase had only been satisfying a kissing curiosity.

“
Sure. I understand.” I began to rise from his lap.

“
Evidently you don’t.” He held my hips with his strong hands.

Settling again, I eyed him.
Did he want me to feed him the cake?

“
I want to eat my cake off of you.”

“
Oh, shit.”

He laughed.

I realized those words had come out of my mouth.

“
Take off your shirt for me, Oriana. I want to see those beautiful, big breasts.”

Lifting both my hands, I began unbuttoning my blouse. I had never been so glad that I had opted to wear one of my new underwear sets that had come in. The violet Alexa Push-up Demi Bra and panty set was a lot better than having on one of my good and faithful bloomer combinations. I would have never imagined early that I’d ended up with an opportunity to display myself for Chase. Now, I’d have the chance to let him see me—desirable and sexy, healthy curves and all.

Once my top slid from my arms to the floor, I sat there and waited.

He growled and his gaze was lit with pleasure as he took in the sight. The cups lifted my breasts high and gave the erotic illusion that they were going to spill out at any moment, even though they weren’t.

“
Absolutely beautiful.” He dragged his middle finger from one strap to the other tracing the edge of the material over the rise of each breast.

Chill bumps followed in the wake of his touch. In his heated gaze, I was attractive and alluring. “You want me to take it off?” I asked feeling bold.

“
Not yet.” His tone rough. Reaching out, he collected a thick amount of icing on two of his fingers and then used them to paint the twin swells.

I sighed. There was something naughty about having a man covering your skin with a treat that he desired and wanting to eat it off you.

Lifting his hand, he smeared the remainder of the icing on my lips. Before I could see what he was going to do next, I took hold of his hand and wrapped my lips around his two fingers. Sucking them clean, I ran my tongue between them and grazed the pads with my teeth, showing him what I wanted to do to another important part of him.

“
Fuck!”

It was my turn to laugh at his response.

Leaning in, he kissed me and fed us both the sweet butter cream. Pulling back a little, he licked my upper lip and then drew my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it, removing the cream.

Grabbing the back of his head, I kissed him. I needed to show him that I wasn’t just a bystander in the affair, but a willing and thrilled participant. I wasn’t fooling myself to think that this moment was anything but what it was—rebound sex. Hot, lusty and uncomplicated sex. Tomorrow Chase might even regret what happened between us this night, but I wouldn’t. It would be a memory I could hold through lonely nights until a Mr. Good Enough came into my life and I settled down with him. Because I knew as fascinated as Chase was with me, this was not how permanent relationships began. Not with the sheets not yet cold from the last woman that occupied them.

He needed me right now and I was willing to be used, just this once.

When I released him from the kiss, his dark grey eyes had almost become black with the shadows of passion coloring them. He was sexy as hell.

“
Give me those bountiful breasts, Oriana,” he commanded.

Taking hold of each cup, I pushed up, lifting them higher for him as I arched my back toward him.

Lowering his head, he devoured the cream-colored icing and me. As he licked and sucked my skin into his mouth, my head dropped back as I moaned. I was on fire and the night had just begun.

His tongue dipped between the tight seam of my heavy globes. He pushed in and pulled out creating a vivid image of another part of his anatomy slipping in and out of a different area of my body. I wanted that. Wanted Chase like no other man I’d been with before.

My body was humming by the time he stopped worshiping me with his mouth.

“
Stand up, sweetheart. I want to see what else you’ve been hiding beneath your clothes all these years.”

In a haze of lust, I lowered my hands and allowed him to assist me to my feet. My legs were shaking with need. I just knew the next time he touched me I might explode on contact. I was both delirious and exhilarated at the same time.

Chase didn’t give me much room. I was standing between his wide spread thighs with the table touching the back of my thighs. I liked the fact that he didn’t want me too far from him.

Taking hold of the button of my jeans, I undid it, followed by the zipper and pushed them down my legs. Kicking off my black pumps, I stepped out of my pants. Unsure if he wanted me to take off the lingerie I stood there with my hands on my hips striking a sexy pose, something I had executed in my mirror many times.

“
I don’t know how I’m going to keep from fantasizing about your body all day and having wet dreams about you all night.”

I smiled. That was the naughtiest and most romantic thing a man had ever said about my voluptuous curves.

Raising his hand, he traced across the top of my matching lace panties. As his hand moved to my hip, I turned and allowed him to follow the edge around to my back, revealing the evidence of the thong. His hand stopped and I reveled in the slight trimmer I felt in his touch before he cupped my bare backside in his hands.

A squeal of delight came from me as he bit into one cheek then kissed the area. The bite was hard enough to almost break skin, but it clearly showed me that he liked what he saw.

I heard the grate of the chair legs as he rose. Standing up behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his hard length against the crease of my ass. Holding me there, he placed light kisses along the side of my neck and down to the curve of one shoulder.

“
I want you, Oriana. To the point I feel like I can’t think straight. Tell me you desire me…that you want me to fuck you.”

Panting, I listened to his words and concentrated on the strong beat of his heart against my back. This was really going to happen. “I want you, Chase. I want it all tonight.”

Tomorrow would have to take care of its damn self.

Cool air brushed the nape of my neck.
Had he been holding his breath, nervous that I may not agree? Was he insane? How could I not want him?

Smacking my ass, he stepped away. Claiming our plates and glasses, he carried them to the other end of the table. “Lay down, sweetheart.”

I looked at the floor then him. I preferred he didn’t take me to the bed he’d shared with Leeza, but there were a few guest beds in his house, not to mention the couch just a few feet away in the next room. “Where?”

He patted the glossy wood. “Right here.” Dragging the sheet cake from the center, he cleared the area, proving to me that he was serious.

Climbing up on the table, I asked, “Am I going to be the only one undressed here?”

“
Not at all.” Quickly, he divested himself of his short sleeve, dress shirt, shoes, socks and slacks.

Sitting on the table with my legs dangling over the side, five inches from the ground, I admired the sexy man before me. He still wore black and white stripped boxer briers but they were stretched over his prominent erection. I couldn’t wait until I got him out of the underwear so I could see all of him.

Stepping to me, his skilled hands unhooked my bra and tossed it over his shoulder. When my ample bosom bounced free, he tweaked the nipples. “Lay back.”

Complying with his request, I allowed my back to rest on the cool wood.

His hands palmed and caressed my skin. They moved from my breasts along my stomach and down my legs. At my feet, he took first one and then the other and pressed his thumbs into my arches. I wasn’t sure how he was doing it but the touch was causing my clit to throb.

“
That feels good.” I would have never imagined I’d be telling a man that when he wasn’t touching me in a more intimate place, but Chase had magic fingers.

Gliding his hands back up my thighs he took hold of the top of my panties and dragged them down my legs until they dropped from my feet, discarded on the floor.

Feeling naked and revealed, I began to cover my smooth, hairless sex, but one word stopped me.

“
Don’t.” His palms rested on my knees, fingers caressing the backs of them. “You are a very beautiful and sexy woman, Oriana, never think otherwise.”

“
Okay.” I allowed my hands to lower back to my sides.

Sliding up the inside of my thighs, he pressed them open, wide. They were spread so far I had to place my feet flat on the tabletop.

“
Damn, you’re so wet.”

I didn’t need him to announce that, I knew my sex was probably glistening with my desire. I’d been creaming since he took hold of my hand. Even now my sex was pulsing. The blood racing in my veins was causing my clit to throb with each beat of my heart.

“
Don’t move,” he ordered as he walked up the side of the table. When he came back in view, he was holding the bottle of champagne.