Taming Her Past - Protecting Her Future: BBW Erotic Romance (Hearts of Heroes Book 2) (13 page)

Just, every time I look at him, there is something that flashes me back to last night. His steady way of walking equals his sure and solid strokes inside me. I’m so screwed, and not in a good way.

“Here you go,” Luc says as he sits down across from me at the small table for two.

“Thanks. Smells great,” I say, trying to bring enthusiasm to my voice.

I wonder if I tell him I forgot something back at my apartment, would it lure him there. Once there I’ll pounce and we will stay in and forget this shopping trip.

Oh God…who am I?

Pounce? Like a cat? And forget shopping?!

Oh he’s good. I have to start bringing my psych game from now on.

I narrow my eyes in his direction. When he looks back to me I quickly mask the crazy going on in my head. I reserve the right to play the game with him and keep the advantage. He must not know I’m on to him. I can play the innocent… Ha, wow, that was a good one. I need to tell that one to Sofie later, she’d get a kick out of it.

Luc swallows a bite of muffin and chases it with a drink from his Styrofoam cup. “What’s the game plan for today?” he asks.

“The game plan? This was your idea. You are the one that is supposed to have the plan,” I answer, leaning back against my chair and start picking at my cup lid.

This is something different for me. I rarely take girls shopping with me, let alone a man. Especially not one I am dating.

“Just trying to get your suggestions. I want today to be fun for the both of us,” Luc answers while shrugging his shoulders for good measure.

“You had my suggestion before we left your place. But no…we must shop,” I snark back.

“How about I promise ravishment later today when we get back, my wanton vixen.”

“Your what?”

“Yeah,” he says, shaking his head. “That sounded weird, but at the same time, I like it.” He chuckles into his coffee.

“Okay, I will let that slide, if…I get sexy Italian words whispered to me later.”

He tilts his head to the side for a few seconds like he is contemplating my compromise.

“Deal.”

“Then let’s get this shopping thing planned out.”

Harmony…

The sweet little antique shop was so full of treasures. I can’t believe I have never been in there before. Still smiling over my purchase as we walk out onto the sidewalk, I don’t jump when Luc slips my hand in his again.

We decided to just walk down the street and step inside every store we come across. Then we cross the street at the old diner called Millie’s and walk back till we get back to the car. It’s going to be a long day, but the three places we’ve hit so far have not been a disappointment.

He likes to keep contact with me. His hand on my face, hands skimming down my arm, or across my back. I didn’t know if he was trying a seduction trick or not. Like he wasn’t trying to keep me panting after him with little teases here and there. I’m ashamed to admit it is working. But opening my eyes fully and watching him very closely, I figured it out.

He touches me subconsciously. He is just a natural toucher.

I like it.

But damn that’s odd for me. I have a bubble. This bubble should not be popped at all times. Personal space is a huge thing for me. But with him, I really like that closeness. I feel…safe with him. Relaxed.

Well, almost.

These little touches are also driving me fucking nuts. I have never been one for public displays but I don’t know how much longer I am going to be able to contain myself.

This is ridiculous! I do not act this way. I am a cool, calm, professional woman. Not a…a…wanton vixen!

“Why do you keep rubbing against me? Always finding some way to touch me?” I ask, only realizing the harsh snap I have in my voice.

Not stopping, not even slowing down in step sizes he answers me a heartbeat later. “I have you close enough to touch whenever I want to so I am taking extreme advantage.”

“Oh.”

“You have my permission to take full advantage of me anytime you want to too,” he says, finally slowing to a stop. “That didn’t come out the way I meant it to. But I am open to that suggestion as well.”

I crack a little at him before my face falls into seriousness.

“I don’t really know how,” I admit quietly. “I mean, I hug my family and am close with them, but—”

“Walking down the sidewalk with your boyfriend makes you unsure and self-conscious,” he interrupts.

And that’s the simple and direct answer. Why did that seem so clear and easy to him when I was having issues with that.

Warm hands cup my face and our eyes meet. The hot chocolate eyes of his break through all my barriers in two seconds flat. He gets in too deep. I’m left with little protection.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll show you.” His breath fans across my face before his lips brush mine softly, sweetly, and way too quickly for my taste.

I was wrong. Yeah, I’m left with NO protection.

We start walking again and I am tugged into his side with his fingers through my belt loops of my jeans. A hand splays covering a surprisingly large portion of my ass. I follow his lead and copy his hand placement.

Damn, I have
not
focused enough attention on his ass. First thing I correct tonight. Hard and tight, it fits perfectly in my palm. I snuggle farther into his one armed embrace and replay the conversation.

“Wait, boyfriend?” I ask him. It took me long enough to catch that.

“Don’t argue, go with it,” he says with a shake of his head and doesn’t miss a step.

He slipped that in nicely. He is a clever one.

I let it all go as we enter the next little boutique. Why no fight? Because I want him to be in a committed relationship with me. I can’t believe I am actually happy about this.

The little bell attached to the door tinkles at our entrance. A large open room holds a huge antique store. Sections blocked off to help organize seem to stretch on like a weird maze of goodies. We work our way down an aisle and around corners, until I think we actually hit the back wall.

My attention catches on beautiful glass figurines covering a tall wooden shelf. My fingers brush the cool glass of a small unicorn with blue painted legs, mane, and tail. So pretty. Fragile. I turn back around and bump into Luc’s large frame.

Before I can tell him what I found, his mouth molds to mine and he pulls me to his body. His tongue instantly gains access and starts to stroke my own. My hands fist in his shirt as I try to get closer against him. A whimper escapes me when I feel his hard cock press into my lower stomach. His hand tightens in my hair at the same time an almost hurting squeeze on my ass from his other.

When he pulls away after what seems like hours of kissing, groping, and rubbing, we breathe heavily together. Nothing but a mass of quivering goo, I try to pull him back. I’m not finished. I am a glutton when it comes to him.

“Come on.” His ruff voice sends naughty ideas through my head, but I rein them in to follow behind him.

Two rows over and a detour past a browsing couple, finds us in an item packed room. Luc pulls me in front of him then tugs me back by my hips. My back to his oh so yummy front. He brings his head down making his tall frame curve around mine. His head bent with his nose stroking my very sensitive neck, it tickles and at the same time sends my fast heart rate from our previous kiss and quick jog, bumping even faster. His hands at my waist slide up and down my hips and sides, lightly squeezing as he goes.

“As much as I love your sighs and moans, you need to hold them in. We wouldn’t want to be arrested for public indecency, would we?” he breathes into my ear.

I swallow hard, trying to battle the fog of lust crowding my brain. “We haven’t done anything to warrant an arrest.”

“Not yet we haven’t. But we’re about to.”

I jump at his hot mouth, butterfly kissing up my neck to then stop to lave attention at the spot just behind my ear, sending my eyes to roll back in my head. His hands follow as one slides up my pouched belly to massage the underside of my breast. My back arches instinctively pushing me forward into his hand, sending my backside harder into his groin. My hard nipple pokes his palm as he finally goes whole handful.

My knees shake when his other hand inches toward my jeans button and zipper. I release a shaky breath and he pulls me even tighter against him.

“Shhh. You have to stay quiet, baby. Hold in those whimpers till I get you home.”

I didn’t know I was so vocal. I’ve never been. Well, before him I wasn’t. This is his fault anyway. Making me stay silent while he toys with me is not fair and I am not going to stand here and—

Oh God!

Callused fingers brush under my panties and over my clit. I bite my lip to stave off the sounds I want to scream. His palm finds my nub and his fingers slide between my slickened nether lips to find entrance.

“So fucking wet,
cuore mio
. You’re soaking my fingers.”

“Luc,” I moan out.

“I’m going to make you come. Right here. Anyone could catch us so when you come you are going to bite that tempting bottom lip and stay quiet. Not a sound, baby,” Luc whispers against my ear right before his hand picks up tempo. The tips of his fingers barely enter me, leaving me empty and frustrated, but the shockwaves on my clit send me higher and higher.

My eyes glaze and I shift my thighs apart wider and am rewarded with two thick fingers in my channel massaging my walls. My head falls back to his shoulder and my eyes close. His hot and hard dick brands me from behind while his fingers work magic on my front. I am surrounded by Luccas.

Needing to touch him, I slide my arm through his and reach around me to work on the front of his pants. Forgetting the snap, I quickly undo his zipper and I am squeezing his hard length in the span of a heartbeat. I see his perfect manhood in my mind’s eye as we stroke each other.

His pre-cum lubricates my hand, making my up and down motions glide effortlessly. Luc lets out a groan and I tighten my fist around the base of his cock.

“No sounds remember. Be quiet,” I remind him.

His teeth nip my shoulder where it connects with my neck in reprimand, but it is so worth it. The pleasure/pain of his teeth send me over. My pussy walls contract around his digits as I orgasm hard. I bite my lip so hard I leave teeth marks, but I make no sound.

“Fuck that was hot,” he says softly while removing his hand and fixing my pants. I let go of him and turn to face him in time to see his fingers slicked with my juices disappear into his mouth.

“Mmmm. Sweet,” he tells me with his eyes dancing with desire.

Idea lightbulb.

I watch him as he tucks away not so little Luc and re-zip his pants. Not seeming to care about getting his own orgasm, but I won’t see him suffer for much longer. It’s my turn to be in control.

I grab up his hand and walk even farther into the cluttered store. A smile creeps up when I spot the curtained off backroom. A quick peek assures me the little room is unoccupied. I smile at him and his unsure but happy smile hits me in return before fisting my hands into his shirt and pulling him into the room with me.

“What the—” he mutters in surprise.

I say nothing.

I fall to my knees and start undoing his pants once more. The proper way this time. His hands rest on mine, stopping my motions.

“You don’t have to, baby. I am not going to be mad if I don’t get mine. It can wait.”

Seriously? Is this guy for real?

I shake my head at him. “Shut up, Luccas,” I say before I start savoring him like my favorite dessert.

He moans out my name when I suck him fully in to my mouth. The soft spongy tip rubs against my tongue as I bob my head trying to take him deeper and deeper down my throat. Saltiness and essence of Luc coat my tongue bringing out a moan of pleasure of my own.

“Fuck, baby. I’m not going to last much longer,” he growls low.

At his words I double my efforts. The thrill of being caught at any moment spurs me on. This thrill, combined with the taste of him, sets my pussy to flooding again.

Luc starts thrusting his hips along with my motion and his breathing hitches. When his cock grows even harder in my mouth I know he is there. Sliding him back down my throat, I contract my muscles and hold my breath.

“I’m coming, Harm!” he gasps out. I almost miss the words I am so focused on my goal. I moan my excitement around him as his throbs release his cum down my throat.

“Shit, baby!”

I wipe my mouth and smile up at him. Helping him fix himself, I stand up and peek out of the curtain.

“The coast is clear,” I say, turning back to him.

Luc’s hands come up and smooth my mussed hair before leaning down and giving me a tender kiss to my forehead.

“You are so fucking incredible,” he says when he pulls away.

My reaction is to blush and wave it away.

“You’re just saying that because you just got really good head,” I snicker, secretly pleased with myself.