Unexpectedly Yours [Private Relations 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 4

  She’d kicked him out, gotten a little drunk, rolled the table onto the lawn, then turned the sprinklers on it. Her neighbors had probably not been the least bit surprised to see that in the middle of her lawn. She’d had all manner of strange shit in her lawn over the years. Why not a table?

  When they pulled into the parking lot, Jim paid the parking lot attendant. Once he’d parked, they both got out of the car. Jim walked around to the passenger’s side and grabbed a duffel bag out of the backseat. She laid her jacket over her purse, and watched as he slung the bag over his shoulder.

  As they moved toward the entrance of the park she felt his hand against the small of her back again. When they paused at the entrance, Jim pulled two tickets out of his pocket. The man at the gate pointed to a relatively empty space near the screen and said, “Reserved seating is up there. Pick anywhere you like.”

  Jim looked down at her and asked, “Did you want to grab some food and drinks before we sit down?”

  Elle looked around at the lines forming around the food trucks and said, “We probably better. The lines are probably only going to get worse from here.”

  She felt Jim’s hand slide from the small of her back settle on her hip. She leaned into him, enjoying the feel of his hand on her. Looking up at him, she asked, “Which were you thinking?”

  He scanned the trucks and said, “The Filipino barbecue truck is really good.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever had it.”

  “Wanna give it a try?” he asked.

  “Sure,” she said.

  Twenty minutes later, they had gotten their food and were now settled next to each other on the blanket. Elle took her first bite of the coconut beef and moaned slightly when the flavors exploded on her tongue. So good.

  Jim looked up from his brisket with satay sauce and asked, “Good?”

  “Amazing. Try a bite,” she said, holding the carton toward him.

  He reached forward, spearing a small chunk of beef and then took a bite.

  Elle smiled when he made a similar sound of happiness. Once he had finished chewing, he said, “That’s pretty amazing. Mine is really good, too. Want to try it?”

  He cut a portion of the brisket in front of him, dipped it in the peanut sauce and held the fork out in front her lips. She leaned forward slightly and took the proffered bite.

  Nodding, she said, “That is really good. Filipino barbecue was a great idea.”

  They finished the rest of the meal that way, sharing bites of food and listening to the band that had started playing. They were far enough away from the noise that they could still carry on a decent conversation.

  Elle realized she’d done a lot of talking about herself tonight, so she steered the conversation back to him by asking, “So, you know about my crazy family. What about yours?”

  “They don’t sound that crazy. They sound really funny actually. My family is typical upper middle class. My parents have been married for almost forty years now. My dad is a surgeon, my brother is a surgeon, and my sister is a surgeon. It was kind of expected that I’d go into the medical field. I’m the black sheep.”

  He grinned now, and continued, “They all live in Florida, so that makes it easier. My dad mostly laid off me once JDC started making money. I still get it every so often, though. My mom still hassles me pretty regularly about it, though.”

  “I’m surprised your parents aren’t more supportive. You’ve accomplished a lot.”

  “It’s kinda hard to compete with a brain surgeon,” he said somewhat sardonically.

  Elle blinked and said, “Seriously? A brain surgeon?”

  He nodded, his grin falling back into place now and added, “Yeah. My brother is an overachiever to say the least.”

  “Makes me glad I’m an only child,” Elle said.

  As the sun began to set, Elle slid her jacket on, glad she brought it along.

  “Cold? I packed an extra blanket if you need it,” Jim said.

  “Later,” she said. “The jacket helps though.”

  She watched as he rifled through the duffel bag he brought. When his hands emerged he was holding cups in one hand and a bottle of wine in another.

  “Wine will help too,” he said, continuing to rummage through the bag until he located the corkscrew.

  “While you do that,” Elle said, “I’ll go toss this stuff.”

  Elle gathered the empty cartons and water bottles, then walked them over to the trash. When she got back, he had two plastic cups of red wine waiting.

  “I grabbed some Merlot,” he said. Passing her a cup he grinned and added, “I hope it’s suitable for the lady.”

  Snorting, Elle said, “Most of my wine comes from a box, Jim. I’m sure it will be fine.”

  He grimaced now and said, “We’re going to have to do something about your taste in wine.”

  Taking her first sip, she said, “I have to admit, this tastes a lot better.”

  During the course of the evening, they moved closer to one another. Their knees touched now, as they sat partially facing one another, watching the sun dip below the horizon. They made idle conversation and sipped their wine. Elle couldn’t remember the last time that she had been so relaxed on a first date.

  Looking up at him, she said, “This was a great idea. I’m glad we did this.”

  Jim smiled, then reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Me too,” he said.

  Elle felt his hand brush against her cheek as he pulled it away. She instinctively leaned into it not wanting the contact to end and saw instant awareness flare in his eyes. He watched her with intense concentration now and moved his hand to cup her cheek. Tilting her chin up slightly, he dipped his head down to brush his mouth against hers.

  Setting her wine down, Elle slid her arms around his neck and sighed against his lips. When he pulled her bottom lip in between his and grazed it with his teeth, she pulled him even closer and opened her mouth under his, a silent invitation to deepen the kiss. As his tongue stroked against hers, she tilted her head with a soft sound of pleasure.

  He pulled her partially into his lap and gave an answering groan. She moved one hand to his jawline, appreciating the rough stubble against her finger tips. Pressing herself against him, she felt his hands roam restlessly over her back now as he continued to devour her mouth.

  When he eventually gentled the kiss and pulled away, they were both breathing a little heavily. He leaned his head against hers and said, “That was one hell of a first kiss.”

  “You’re not kidding,” Elle said, a little breathless.

  Jim reached over toward the duffel bag and picked up his jacket. Sliding into it, he said, “The temperature dropped really quickly.”

  “I didn’t even notice,” Elle said with a shiver, “until you said something.”

  Reaching back into the bag, he pulled out the blanket. Adjusting her slightly, so her back was pressed against his chest, he wrapped them both in it. By the time the movie started, they were cocooned in warmth.

  They continued to talk quietly, though every so often Jim would bend his head down to press his lips to her cheek or brush them against her jawline. When his hands began to trace a lazy pattern over her hips and torso, she found it difficult to focus on the movie.

  At one point he leaned down and grazed her pulse point with his teeth and asked, “Enjoying the movie?”

  Arching her neck slightly, she asked, “What movie?”

  He chuckled and then pressed a series of hot, openmouthed kisses to her throat. Simultaneously, she felt his hand slide up her torso to cup her breast. When his thumb grazed her nipple through her sweater, she inhaled sharply.

  Though his voice was slightly muffled against her neck, she heard him ask, “Should I stop?”

  She shook her head no, unable to truly focus on anything but the sensations rocketing through her body. He continued to lightly stroke her nipple as she arched further into his palm. Every time his fingers traced over the tight peak another wav
e of desire shot straight to her core.

  When his hand slid under her sweater, she felt him gently trace the edge of her bra with his fingertips. Sliding the strap slightly down her shoulder, he freed one breast from its lacy confinement. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan when he lightly pinched her nipple and then rolled it between his fingers.

  Groaning, he placed his mouth next to her ear and said, “The family of four sitting three feet away from us is the only thing that’s stopping me from taking you right here on this blanket.”

  He further illustrated his point by sliding his hands down to her hips and bringing her back to press against him. Elle’s eyes widened when she felt an unmistakably aroused cock pressing against her lower back.

  Rubbing against him now, she lazily said, “Just ask their parents to cover their eyes.”

  She felt his grin against her neck now, along with the rumbling in his chest as he laughed. With a soft exhale against her skin, he said, “Don’t tempt me, woman.”

  Jim helped Elle readjust her bra and sweater so that she was no longer exposed under the blanket, then they both turned their attention to the screen. She had always disliked this play. She never understood why Hero gave him a second chance. Claudio had basically called her a slut in front of the whole town on her wedding day. That would be really hard to forgive.

  When Elle voiced the thought, Jim said, “Yeah. I don’t really understand why she’d still want to marry him either. He seems like a poor communicator and an ass. Kind of a bad bet, right?”

  Grinning, Elle said, “Basically.”

  Jim continued to periodically brush his lip against her neck or nip gently at her ear lobe. She was in a nearly constant state of arousal. Even though they’d stopped fooling around under the blanket, it was clear that neither of them was entirely focused on the film.

  * * * *

  When the movie was over, they discarded the remaining wine and folded up the blankets. After they had packed everything up, they walked hand in hand back to Jim’s SUV. Upon reaching it, he opened the back and tossed the duffel bag in.

  Jim walked her around to the passenger’s side of the vehicle, but instead of opening the door, he pulled her tightly to him, then backed up until she was pressed against the side of the truck. Leaning his head down, he attacked her mouth with his. Moaning, she slid her hands up his chest and around his neck.

  The loud honking of a car startled them both out of the embrace. Grinning sheepishly, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, then stepped back to open her door and helped her inside. She took a few deep breaths as he walked around to the other side of the car. Moving this quickly wasn’t normally her style. At this point, it didn’t matter though. Elle couldn’t remember the last time she wanted somebody so much.

  A few short minutes later, they were back in Elle’s driveway. The late evening traffic was practically nonexistent. As they walked up to her door, she felt his hand curve around her hip again. She reached into her purse to retrieve her keys, then looked up at him.

  “Would you like to come inside?” she asked.

  Even in the semidarkness of her front porch, she could see both the desire and indecision on his face.

  “You’re sure?” he asked.

  “You don’t have to,” she said.

  She felt his hand move to her cheek and tilt her face up. “I know I don’t have to, Elle. I want to, but I want you to be sure. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

  Elle smiled and said, “I’d only regret it if I let you leave without asking you to stay.”

  Leaning down, he pressed his lips lightly to hers. When he straightened again, he nodded.

  With shaking hands, Elle unlocked her front door and turned on the light in the entrance. Hanging her purse and coat, she asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

  Jim slowly shook his head, desire burning in his eyes. “Maybe later,” he said. “I think we both know what I want.”

  “I want it too,” Elle said, walking toward him. She took his hand and led him down the hallway to her bedroom.

  The moment they stepped into her bedroom, Jim pulled her to him, and pressed his mouth down on hers. Elle couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so thoroughly kissed. Gone was the gentle nipping at her lips. That was okay, though. The last thing she wanted right now was gentle. She’d been feeling the ache of arousal between her thighs since the moment he pressed his mouth to hers in the park.

  She slid her hands under the bottom of his sweater, needing to feel his skin against her bare hands. He groaned into her mouth when she stroked her hands along the firm, smooth ridges of his back. Breaking away from her mouth, he pulled the sweater over his head.

  She only had a moment to truly appreciate the sculpted muscles of his chest before he reached for the hem of her sweater. She felt a moment of apprehension because she was in nowhere near the shape he was. Trying to push it from her mind, she lifted her arms and allowed him to pull the sweater over her head.

  Jim immediately palmed her breasts and ran his thumbs over the tight peaks for a moment before bending down to take one into his mouth. Elle moaned at the first contact of his mouth and the rasp of his tongue against the lace.

  Reaching behind her, he deftly released the clasp of her bra. He moved his mouth away from her and slid it off. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, he urged her to sit on his thigh. His mouth returned to her breast, his tongue swirling across one tight bud.

  Her hand instinctively moved to the back of his head, as she arched her back. His hand tightened on her hip as he moved his mouth to her other breast. She inhaled sharply, then moaned his name when he pulled the tight peak deep into his mouth.

  When he finally pulled his mouth away from her breasts, she immediately missed the feeling of his mouth on her. He pressed his hand to her back, urging her to stand up between his thighs. His eyes met hers as he opened the button on her jeans, then unzipped the zipper.

  He slid down her jeans and panties at the same time, and then groaned as he took her in. Pressing her further back, he stood up. Elle moved her hand to the buckle of his belt. She fumbled for a moment before she undid the belt and took it off.

  Feeling bolder now, she ran her hand along the rigid length of his erection through the denim as she moved to undo the button of his jeans. She felt his hands tighten briefly on her shoulders as she lowered his zipper. When his cock immediately sprang free, her eyes widened.

  She slid the jeans down his legs and waited as he stepped out of them. She reached out, wrapping her hand around his erection. When she gave it an experimental stroke, she felt him thrust against her palm. Sinking down to her knees, she swirled her tongue along the crown of his cock, then sucked as much as she was able to fit inside her mouth.

  He groaned her name and threaded his fingers into her hair. She stroked him firmly with her hand, and continued to swirl her tongue around him. Reaching up she cupped his testicles with her free hand and started to gently massage them. She looked up at him and saw that his head was tilted back now.

  She continued for a few minutes until she heard him say, “No more, no more. It’s going to be over before I’m even inside you.”

  She slowly released him and stood up again. He immediately steered her back toward the end of the bed and said, “Lie back. I want to taste you.”

  She sat down on the edge of the bed, propping herself up partially on her elbows as he knelt between her thighs. He adjusted them so they sat on his shoulders and then stared at her for a moment before he turned his head to nip at the soft skin of her inner thigh.

  Continuing to tease for a few minutes, he sucked and nipped and licked her thighs until she was all but pressing her pussy into his mouth. Finally, he took mercy on her. Spreading her open with his thumbs, he used the flat of his tongue to lick her from her opening all the way up to her swollen, aching clit.

  When she moaned, he began to swirl his tongue, flicking it against her. She cried out as he moved one of his
hands to thrust two fingers into her channel. He curved them slightly and slid them in and out of her rapidly as he continued to stroke his tongue against her in the same maddening rhythm.

  Elle cried out with every thrust of his fingers, on the brink of orgasm. She felt the familiar tightening low in her belly as he twisted his fingers slightly to massage her inner walls. When he closed his mouth around her, sucking her clit into his mouth, she cried out in release, her hips bucking against his mouth wildly.

  When he pulled back, she lay back against the bed for a moment, utterly wrecked. She panted lightly, saying, “Holy shit, you’re good at that.”

  Jim grinned at her and said, “I was inspired. What can I say?” as he dug into the pockets of his discarded pants for his wallet.

  Elle moved up to lie on the bed and watched him as he pulled two condoms out and laid them on the bedside table. He stretched out next to her, and pulled her to him. She reached up, pulling his mouth down to hers, nipping at his lower lip.

  He groaned into her mouth and pressed his erection against her belly. He pulled back slightly and said, “I want inside you so badly right now. You don’t have any idea.”

  “I think I may have an idea,” she said as she leaned over him to grab one of the condoms off the nightstand. She moved to lie in front of him and said, “Shall I?”

  At his nod, Elle tore open the condom and slowly rolled it on, stroking and fondling him in the process. By the time she was done, he was breathing heavily again.

  He gently pressed her shoulder back, so she lay flat on the bed. Moving between her thighs, he urged her to wrap them around his waist. She saw him reach down to adjust his erection, then felt him press forward slowly.

  She could tell he was taking it slowly so he didn’t hurt her. He was really big, but she didn’t feel any pain, only the delicious sensation of being filled up.