Eternal Bliss Page 5

  "I'll be there with a box of condoms."

  Her face heated, having nothing to do with the steaming hot lasagna in front of her. "Okay, I'll see you then." She hung up and dropped her head in her hands. What if he did want more? Could she say goodbye? Yes. Absolutely. She would have no choice. She would not stand at another altar by herself.

  "Well? How did it go?" Mel asked as she twirled a long string of cheese around her fork.

  Mama Vercelli's lasagna was to die for, but she didn't seem to have an appetite, not even for chocolate. "It went fine; we're going to have sex tonight." She twirled her own string of cheese and decided to take a bite anyway, despite her lack of appetite. Oh, it was melt-in-your-mouth-and-have-an-orgasm good. "Mmm, this is so good."

  Melanie dropped her fork mid-twirl and stared at Laine. "That's it? You have one five minute conversation with the man and you get all the beck-and-call sex you want? That is so unfair."

  "Maybe the other guy is available? I'll ask Kyle tonight and see if I can hook you two up." Laine waggled her brows at Mel. "Then we'll both have all the beck-and-call sex we want."

  "Well, it's only been two years for me." She picked up her fork and resumed eating.

  "Oh, guess what? The next book on the B.A.B.E.S list comes out today. Let's take the rest of the day off and spend it at the bookstore."

  "I wish I could, but I can't. I have clients this afternoon. One of your couples, I think."

  "Good grief. You have another couple of mine? Well, I guess I make 'em and you break 'em."

  Melanie looked at her watch. "Speaking of, I need to hurry and finish. They'll be in my office in an hour."

  "Who is it?" Laine asked, truly curious.

  "It's the Harpers, John and Lydia."

  "Oh yeah, I remember them. Jules said they wouldn't last a year. The wedding was a nightmare because she kept calling it off and they'd make up and it would be back on again."

  "Well, this time they don't seem able to make up. Apparently John has been a bad boy. He's been cheating and buying his girlfriend lots of jewelry and Lydia wants everything right down to the lint in his pockets. If he has enough money to buy cab fare home from court, I'd be surprised. I hope his girlfriend has a place to put him."

  "Wow, and I thought I was better off not getting married."

  "It wasn't like you had a choice."

  Laine flinched at that statement. "Ouch. What was that for?"

  Melanie buried her head in her hands and then looked over at Laine. "I'm sorry. I just need to have sex and I guess I'm jealous. Can you forgive me?"

  Laine smiled. "Of course I can, just hang in there until I get you set up. That Jeff, he looks like a real stud-muffin."

  "For my sanity's sake, let's hope so."

  Melanie checked her watch. "Sorry, Laine, but I have to go." She air kissed her and left.

  Laine finished her lunch and skipped the chocolate, so she would fit into her black lace teddy. Tonight would be a record breaker for her and Mr. Orgasm.

  * * * *

  "I can do this. I can do this. I can do this." Pacing back and forth, Laine had just about worn a path in the carpet. "Shaking hands? Check. Shaking legs? Check. Nervous stomach? Check. Check. Check." She continued pacing and glancing at her watch.

  "Ohmigod, he's going to be here any minute." She scanned the room, softly lit with candles, their flickering flames dancing across the ceiling. She should feel warm, but her nerves had her cold. She shook her hands and blew out a breath, trying to calm herself. A few ohmigods and one please-oh-please-oh-please later, she started feeling better. After all, she'd been with him the night before. She didn't understand why she was so nervous. I guess, because it's the second night and I only wanted one night of passion with him. I can't fall for him.

  She checked her watch again. 8:00 PM on the dot. She sighed. Maybe he wouldn't come, but that thought left her feeling disappointed. She grabbed a wine goblet and poured herself a nice tall glass of Chianti. She held it up to her nose sniffed the sweet scent and then took a big sip, letting the liquid warmth burst on her tongue. She almost dropped her glass when her doorbell rang. She had to use two hands to set it down, on the bar.

  She smoothed her sweaty palms down her emerald green silk miniskirt and walked to the door. She looked through the peep hole and standing there was the epitome of sex. Mr. Orgasm himself. She felt a jolt of awareness tingle down her spine. Warmth pooled in her belly that had nothing to do with wine.

  Opening the door, his domineering form filled the frame. His muscles rippled under his navy blue t-shirt, radiating power. His six foot plus frame made her, at five-foot-seven, feel so small.

  "Come in." She backed up pulling the door open.

  "You look beautiful." He seared her from the inside out with his intense glare. She could feel the heat from her head to her toes, which would be curling any second now she was sure. His ice blue eyes held her captive, helpless to do or say anything.

  "I'm sorry, but I have to kiss you, I've been waiting for this all day." His mouth crashed onto hers, his spicy flavor bombarded her mouth. Such a heady feeling washed over her. Their tongues dueled deliciously, moment by moment, causing moisture to pool between her thighs. God, she was lost in him. He broke the kiss and said, "We're not going to make it to the bedroom for the first round." He started unbuttoning her green silk blouse, revealing a white lace bra that boosted her ample globes right up to him. The shirt fell to the floor.

  "That's fine with me. The couch is comfy." Instead of being backed up to the couch, he turned them and backed her up against the door. He dropped his jeans to his knees and had a condom on in a second. He lifted her, eliciting a small squeal, as her legs automatically gripped his slender hips. He hiked her skirt up, pulled the silky scrap of a thong aside, fitted himself to her tiny hole and plunged in, balls deep, in one long, languid stroke, making them both moan.

  "Had to have you now," he gritted out through clenched teeth. His strokes became frenzied, her head bobbing and banging against the door. She loved every second of it.

  "Thank you, Mr. Orgasm," she said in a lust induced haze.

  He slowed mid-stroke. "Mr. Orgasm?"

  "I'll explain it later, just please don't stop." Her arms wrapped tighter around his shoulders, as she pulled herself closer to him, kissing him on his neck. She licked and sucked, torturing him just as he had her the night before. She felt goose flesh form on his back and shoulders. She nibbled, eliciting a feral growl from him.

  "Can't stop. Damn, I can't get enough." He squeezed her ass tighter, spreading her cheeks in is palms. He slid a long finger between them, using the slick moisture from her arousal to lube her puckered star and then pushed in.

  She gasped at the new sensation. It burned and felt good all at the same time, throwing her over into oblivion. Her orgasm crashed over her fast and wild. She bucked and writhed against him, her pussy gripped him as her sensitive flesh rippled around his shaft. She had no idea that was even an erogenous zone. She loved the small bite of pain with the delectable pleasure.

  "Yeah, baby. That's it. Come for me." His pumps became uneven and frantic. Her release spurred him on, bringing him over, growling out his own release. Their foreheads rested together, both panting, out of breath. His body shook. Hers did too.

  "Wow, that was amazing." Her legs felt like quivering jelly. They were almost too weak to hold on any longer. She squirmed a bit and looked into his eyes. "Kyle, can you put me down now?"

  He seemed to come out of his daze. "Yeah. Sorry." He pulled out and lowered her to her feet. He tilted her chin up and kissed her gently.

  He knew by the way she'd said just a sexual relationship, someone had hurt her bad. He had no idea who the idiot was, but it was his loss. No way would he give Laine up to another man. Not now.

  "Where is the closest bathroom?" He needed to ditch the condom and get back to making her squirm. He just didn't want to get lost.

  "Take a right down this hall and it's the second door on the r
ight." She pointed him in the right direction and sat on the sofa.

  Kyle felt relief wash over him. She hadn't pulled away from him when he'd held her after her climax. He hoped that meant more visits in the future.

  He threw the condom in the wastebasket and washed off in the sink. Now all he had to do was get back to her. He kept to the same path he'd used to get there and found Laine lying on the couch. She had her eyes closed. Serene was the only word he could think of to describe the look on her face.

  Damn, she was beautiful.

  He hated to disturb her, but he wanted to keep that look on her face the entire night. He hoped to anyway. He wanted to fall asleep with her wrapped in his arms, not wake up in her bed alone like he had the night before.

  "Laine, sweetheart, wake up." He gently shook her. She stirred with a sleepy look on her face.

  "Sorry, I guess you wore me out."

  "Babe, we're just getting started."

  He held out his hand, helping her up. Upon standing, she brought their bodies flush against each other. His cock instantly stirred.

  "Here or the bedroom?" His nostrils flared, smelling her arousal.

  "The bedroom please?"

  "Lead the way, sweetheart." She took him by the hand and led him down the long hallway, through the den, to her room.

  "So what's with this 'Mr. Orgasm' stuff?" He gave her a lopsided grin.

  Her pale skin turned pink right before his eyes. She turned her face away from him. "Um ... It was the first thing I called you before I knew your name."

  Putting his finger under her chin, he turned her head, lifting those grass green eyes to his gaze. No way would he allow her to pull away from him. "I'm glad you told me and I aim to please. I plan to live up to my nickname." He kissed her gently, giving her the tenderness she needed. Letting her know she didn't have to be embarrassed with him.

  He knew he had a long road ahead of him to earn her trust, but he wouldn't back down from the challenge.

  "Lay back on the bed. I want to taste you."

  She scooted back on the bed, letting her creamy thighs fall open.

  "That's it, baby, open wide. I want to see your pretty, bare pussy." Her legs opened farther, giving him complete access to her tender flesh. He situated himself between her thighs and tongued her slit from back to front. As he came up, he licked his lips. "Delicious. I knew you'd taste as sweet as honey."

  "Mmm, you really do have a silver tongue." She lifted her pelvis, demanding more.

  It was a request that he was more than happy to oblige.

  He swiped the tip of his tongue across her hard nub, back and forth, eliciting tiny whimpers from her. Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. He pursed his lips and sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue across it, as she screamed his name. He wanted to try as many things as he could to find what worked best.

  Her movements became wild and heated. He lapped and sucked, loving her pussy with his tongue, giving her all the pleasure he could. He delved inside her tight little hole, fucking her with his tongue causing her to explode. She came in jerky movements, muttering her thanks to a higher power. He buried his face in her, lapping her nectar. Her cream, a tasty explosion on his tongue. She made him impossibly harder than he'd ever been, and was by far the best lover he'd ever had.

  "I swear woman, you will be the death of me. I just can't get enough of you." His lips glistened in the soft lamplight, showing proof of her arousal. He got up and donned a condom and climbed on top of her. "So, are you ready for another one of Mr. Orgasm's specialties?"

  She blushed. "Yes. Please?"

  He centered himself and thrust in one long stroke. The electricity between them was almost a palpable. He felt a chemistry with her, a connection he'd never felt with another. The problem was, she just didn't trust anyone with her heart. He'd have to find a way around that. Maybe he could woo her with pleasure, find out all about her and get her to confide in him the reason behind her guarded heart. He knew she'd surrender sexually though and that was enough for now.

  * * * *

  Laine woke up tangled with Kyle, his muscled leg covered both of hers and he had one arm slung around her ribcage. His head was above hers and his scruffy, unshaven chin rested on her head. What a night. After a record breaking five orgasms, she didn't have the strength to make him leave. Truth was, she'd collapsed, falling right to sleep after the last one. She had to admit the man was very talented. He had ways of getting her off even she hadn't known about.

  She could really get used to waking up in his arms and having sex all day. So tempting, she thought of waking him. She tried to turn to him face to face, but it was impossible to move without disturbing him.

  She glanced at her bedside clock and panicked. "Kyle! Get off of me, I'm late." She shoved his arm off of her and then his leg, as she sprang from the bed.

  "Ohmigod, I can't believe I overslept."

  "Where's the fire, sweetheart? Hey baby, why don't you come back to bed for some morning lovin'?" He pulled the covers back and showed her his mornin' wood and dammit if she wasn't tempted. There was something about Kyle that just fit, making her want to believe in happily ever after, but she'd been dumped at the altar. Her altar to be precise. Her own perfectly designed wedding that would have been the marriage everyone would talk about for ages. They talked about it alright, just not the compliments Laine expected, but rather sympathy. No, she couldn't do it again, not even with Kyle.

  "I'm late and I have to get out of here. Julie is expecting me," she ran to the bathroom to inspect her hair. "I look like Medusa. You literally fucked up my hair, Kyle." She heard a chuckle coming from her room. She brushed out the tangles and tried to smooth it out, but gave up and pulled it back in a twist. She washed her face, applied her make-up and headed for her closet.

  She needed to find her cream colored Donna Karan suit and her matching pumps. She was bent over searching for the shoes when two warm hands palmed her hips, pulling her back to his groin where his cock was definitely hard. He rubbed his cock along the crack of her ass, getting a purr of approval from her despite her being late. He always did rub her the right way.

  Too bad she couldn't stay and play with Kyle, but her job came first. As the owner of Bliss, she was personally responsible for the bride on her wedding day. And today that was Allison Brenan, soon to be Allison Gordon.

  She swatted her hand at him. "Kyle, I don't have time for this. I've got to get out of here." She snatched up her Prada pumps, grabbed her suit and headed for the bathroom to dress.

  Kyle stood there with his dick eager and ready, wondering where she had to be so early on a Saturday morning. He had to work tonight, so he wanted to spend the day with Laine. It looked like that wasn't going to happen. He waited outside the bathroom for her to come out.

  The door finally opened and she was stunning. All he could think about was hiking up that cream colored skirt and taking her right there against the wall. "Damn woman, you have no idea what you do to me."

  She smoothed her hands down her skirt. "Hopefully, the same thing you do to me." She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, leaving a smudge of pink lipstick on his lips. She giggled. "Pink isn't your color."

  He wiped the smudge away with his hand. "Thanks, babe, I've never worn pink before."

  "It wouldn't suit you. You're too masculine for pink." She stepped around him to her chest of drawers, put on her watch and checked the time. "Oh, damn, I have got to fly." She headed out leaving Kyle behind. He was seriously getting tired of that.

  "Laine, where are you?" He remembered how to get back to the kitchen. That was the way to the garage.

  "I'm in the kitchen, heading out the door. Feel free to stay for a bit and help yourself to whatever you want to eat."

  He picked up the pace and caught her at the door. "Where are you going?"

  She rushed out to her car, opened the door, and said, "To my wedding at First Baptist, off Peachtree."

  Kyle's blood boiled. He watche
d her back out of the garage dumbstruck "What the fuck?" he yelled into an empty garage.

  He wondered if he was just a last minute fling before she got married, but decided he wouldn't just stand there with his dick in his hand to find out. He ran back to her room and pulled on his clothes, determined to stop her wedding. No way would he give her up just like that.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Kyle drove like a madman trying to get to the church. He finally found a parking space, and headed into the church. He burst through the doors yelling, "Stop!"

  All heads turned his way including the bride and groom. He stared at the bride, she was a blond with a cute face, but she wasn't Laine.

  Just as he started to feel relief, he saw Laine heading his way. Oh shit! I'm fucked.

  He saw her signal another lady with her hair in a bun, to get things going again.

  Laine approached him, and whispered, "What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" She snagged him by the arm, dragging him outside. She turned and faced him, with her hands on her hips.

  "Uh, I thought you were getting married." He shifted from foot to foot, trying to figure out how to make this right.

  She huffed out a breath. "Why did you think I was getting married? And, why in the hell would I be seeing you if I had a fiancé?"

  "I was wondering the same damn thing." He pointed at the church. "You did say 'my wedding'"

  She threw her hands up. "It is my wedding, you jackass. I own Bliss, a wedding boutique, and this is my job." She scoffed. "Well it was my job, if anyone will hire me now."

  "Now wait a minute. I might've caused a little scene, but don't get all carried away. People will hire you all the time." Damn, he loved it when she got all fired up. It just made the dominant in him want to take control. And, that thought gave him a hard-on.

  Her face was red and her tiny fists were balled up tight, and she looked like a pissed off kitten. Which didn't help, he'd already heard her purr. Damn, he was already hot for his little wildcat. Now all he had to do was get her to a private place with him. She was now pacing and mumbling something about either humus or dumbass, and he guessed it was the latter.