More Than You Know by Cerise DeLandOne redhead. One bartender. Lots of laughter. A desire so tender that the sheets they burn up together could set the hotel on fire. But can he intrigue a woman who’s older? What if he never lets her out of bed? Will she still want him tomorrow?
Need a little nibble?
Sure you do!
Copyright, 2012, Cerise DeLand.
Luke strode toward her in the little hallway that led to the reception desk and the ballrooms.
“Josh, listen to me.” Rita caught her son’s arm, and the young man wheeled toward his mother. “This will blow over. When you stand up to people who make unreasonable demands, they back down.”
“Yeah, I know, Mom. But Tamara’s dad is a piece of work. And what do you want?” Josh turned to Luke.
“To talk to your mother,” Luke replied, sidling up to Rita, sensing a conflict to come with her son.
“I’m sorry but I don’t think we need you to—”
“Josh, don’t be rude. Luke and I are friends.”
Luke moved closer to Rita. Pressed to her side, he felt the warmth radiating from her. With her declaration, he knew triumph, too, and moved to support her from behind.
“Ah! Okay. Okay. Sorry, Mom. Luke. I’ll work this out!” And off he trod down the long hall.
Rita exhaled, her marvelous body falling back against Luke’s own. Christ, she felt supple and strong, her hip against his. He curled an arm around her waist, her fabulous breasts heavy on his forearm. He put his lips to her ear. “You smell wonderful. Feel divine. Did I do right to come out here or will he be furious?”
She turned into his embrace, so close he could feel the outline of her pussy along his aching cock. The pebbling of her nipples, boring into his shirt. The sensitive brush of her lips across his own as she whispered, “Yes, absolutely the best thing you could ever do.”
He secured his arms around her, pressing her so near that his poor cock nearly spilled right then and there. With a will of their own, his fingers caught handfuls of her thick rich waves. Against her beautiful mouth, he gruffed, “Maybe the best thing I could do is this.”
To kiss her had been a fantasy. Like a teenage boy, he had done nothing but want her and suffer to have her. So this mating of skin and tongue and teeth was a young man’s dream, an older man’s bright invitation to taste her and tease her, savor her and devour her.
“Jesus!” He broke away for air, his head falling back, his eyes squeezed closed. “I’ve wanted you—this—since the second I laid eyes on you.”
Her purse slipped from her fingers, down his back, and hit the floor with a clunk. Then she wound herself around him like the golden siren she appeared to be, gentle and seductive, wild and fervent. “Makes two of us. And that’s not rational.”
Swirling her around, he backed her to the wall and dove in for another savage kiss. “You taste too good to be real.”
She grabbed a handful of his hair. “Oh, but you’re very real. I can feel your heart beat. And something else.”