French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

made emerald by the bright March sun overhead. One part of him wanted to persist, get her as far away from her former fiancé as possible, and get her closer to him. But apparently he was the only one of them having those kinds of emotions here, experiencing a real connection, and maybe, all things considered, that was best. After all, he couldn’t believe he’d so easily asked her to move in with him. He’d never lived with a woman before. He’d never even wanted to.

He supposed it was time he face facts: this woman was different.

In the short time he’d known her, he’d witnessed in her so many elements: the ability to be both strong and tender, wild and innocent. At least he had the feeling she’d started out somewhat innocent, even if that had changed over the past few days. She was everything he thought a woman was supposed to be: gentle, provocative, kind, and…hot as hell. All that and they laughed together, too.

Would she control him in the way his father had warned against? Hell, maybe she already was. Didn’t she consume his thoughts, night and day? And if she left him now…well, he wouldn’t think about that.

“Mais, whatever you think is best,” he finally replied.

What he would think about, he decided, was Todd. He definitely didn’t trust the sleazy guy now, and if he found out the jerk so much as looked at Liz again, he’d have to take some kind of action.

“I gotta take off,” he continued, “but I’ll see you tonight. Despite all the fun I’ve been havin’ with you, chere, I still got a job to do.”

She tilted her head. “On Saturday?”

“My work isn’t exactly nine to five.”

“Ah, I forgot.” She grinned. “I hope I haven’t kept you from any late night stakeouts.”

“Darlin’, you’re the only thing I want to stake out lately.”

* * * * *

Early that evening, Liz stepped out of the shower at Lynda’s house, looking at herself in the mirror as she patted her skin dry with a towel. Her cheeks appeared slightly flushed, her lips perhaps more naturally colored than usual. Her breasts felt achy and her nipples stood erect, pink and swollen, above the concave of her waist. Backing up slightly, she studied her pussy, thinking of Felicia’s bare, smooth cunt hovering above her, then grinding into her, last night. How incredibly raw and real and sexual it had looked without any hair hiding it. How prettily on display.

Reaching for the bag of toiletries she’d carried into the bathroom, Liz found shaving cream and a pink disposable razor. A sense of arousal gripped her, her cunt almost quivering inside, anticipating what she was about to do.

Spraying a white ball of foam into one palm, she gently smoothed the cream over her pussy in a sort of U-shape, deciding that, like Felicia, she’d leave a thin strip of hair above her slit. The look of Felicia’s cunt had pleased and excited her so much that she wanted to do hers exactly the same way.

She’d never have dreamed shaving could be an erotic experience, but the knowledge that she was preparing herself for Jack, along with the sensations spiraling through her sensitive flesh, left her practically dripping by the time she’d carefully shaved herself bare but for a thin triangle of tawny pubic hair extending up from the very top of her cleft. After removing the excess bits of shaving foam, she reached down to let her fingertips glide over the outside of her pussy—she felt smooth, slick, and sexy for Jack. Then she looked at it in the mirror, letting the sight of her freshly-shaven mound send a thick bolt of excitement through her.

Returning to her room down the hall, Liz chose a filmy dress with a loose, flowing skirt and thin shoulder straps, the fabric variegated shades of blue. She left off a bra and panties, and as she drove toward Bourbon Street she felt sizzling and sinful thinking about the one other thing that was missing, too. When she shifted in her seat, she could feel the faint sensation of her smooth cunt rubbing against her dress and basked in the feeling of bareness beneath the thin sheath. She even found herself wishing the dress were shorter so she could touch herself as she drove—she’d loved the sensual feel of her nude pussy against her fingertips earlier.

Soon enough, she told herself as she waited at a light, her cunt pulsing madly, Jack would discover her little surprise and give her all the touching and kissing and fucking she could handle.

* * * * *

As promised, Jack had spent the day hard at work on a couple of cases that had recently landed on his desk. He’d gotten a few leads on some stolen jewelry that the police had been unable to recover, but on the other case, an embezzlement, he’d hit nothing but roadblocks. And each time he ran into one of those damn roadblocks, it was all too easy to let his mind drift…to sweet Liz.

It had been satisfying to get some work done, but the hours went too slow. He’d wanted to see her. He’d wanted to peel her clothes off and get more of her. He’d wanted to suck on those luscious nipples and lick that lovely little pussy, all while she moaned and sighed above him.

Yep, looked like he had it bad, all right. The more time that passed, the less he could deny it—she was consuming him. And maybe he was a fool, but he didn’t even think about trying to fight it. Even as he thought he’d be smart to slow things down with her, a much bigger part of him, including his cock, knew he couldn’t resist his urges where Liz was concerned.

Of course, it wasn’t just his dick talking here. It was his heart, too. Damn, his heart? The woman had him thinking like a lovesick teenager, but there it was—his heart nearly burst in his chest when