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

she came to mind. When he put that reaction together with what stood so rigidly between his legs, he couldn’t do anything but ache to see her again tonight.

Soon she would be here, he thought as he placed two filet mignons in a heated skillet, adding black pepper and a pinch of rosemary. He grinned to himself, hoping they could manage to eat the steaks before they dove on each other.

When he heard her delicate knock a little while later, he opened the door to find her looking beyond lovely in a soft, flowy dress that hugged all her curves deliciously. He let his hungry eyes feast on her luscious cleavage for only a moment before saying, “I best keep my distance from you, darlin’, or we’ll forget to eat—and you’re gonna need a good meal in you to keep your strength up before the night’s through.”

They dined outside on the balcony, and throughout the meal Liz flashed playful smiles that drove him wild, even when they were talking about things that had nothing to do with sex.

“How did your parents take the news about Todd?” he asked.

“Not particularly well,” she said, glancing up from her plate. “I think they’re in denial—but I half-expected that, so it’s no big deal. As for me, I feel free as a bird for the first time in…forever, maybe.”

He couldn’t help grinning. “Hmm. If you’re tellin’ me you haven’t felt free these last few nights together, I can’t wait to see how fun you are tonight.”

“It so happens,” she said, casting another of those provocative little smiles, “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

She tilted her head. “Now, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it? But it’s something you’ll find before the night’s over.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Sendin’ me on a treasure hunt, chere?”

“You could put it that way.”

They shared a bottle of wine over dinner, and Jack opened a second when they were through eating and he’d cleared the plates. She looked positively sumptuous lounging on his balcony, a glass of Chablis in her dainty hand.

And not that he wanted to keep bringing up Todd, but… “So you’re tellin’ me you’re really over your fiancé that fast,” he said, snapping his fingers. He grinned lightly and leaned forward. “No lingerin’ feelings, no sense of loss, no wantin’ to get back at him by havin’ fun yourself.” When she hesitated slightly, he added, “You can tell me, darlin’. I don’t mind bein’ the way you take your revenge, if that’s what any of this is.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of her mouth curved ever so gently. “Darlin’,” she said, making him chuckle at her imitation of him, “whether or not you believe me, this is all about me. What I want. What I feel. And I don’t feel anything for Todd except glad he’s no longer my problem.”

Good, he thought, but he didn’t say it. Instead, he just looked deep into her sexy eyes and said, “Tell me what you want, chere, what you feel. Right this second, what do you want?”

She wore an aloof grin and seemed to be turning the question over in her mind. “Right this second? Mmm, well, right this second, I think I want to sit in your lap.”

He flashed a welcoming smile and felt his cock inflate as he opened his arms to her.

Lowering her wine to the table next to his, she settled onto his thighs, and as his arms curled around her, he wondered if she felt his growing erection against her leg. Their position brought her full breasts nearly level with his face, so he leaned down and lowered a small kiss to the ridge of one lovely globe. “What do you want now?” he whispered.

“More of that,” she purred, arching her breasts toward his mouth.

At the invitation, he began feasting on them—small, soft kisses rained across her exposed cleavage, making her release a series of small moans and growls until finally he eased one palm up onto her soft, round breast, kneading it as he kissed her chest and neck. The hard nipple jutting against his hand compelled him to reach inside the dress, twirling the hard nub between thumb and forefinger as he raised his kisses to her hot, beautiful lips.

He looked up when she shifted, to find her lowering a shoulder strap and baring one gorgeous pink-crested breast to his eyes, and his mouth. They didn’t even talk about the fact that it was barely dusk, that anyone could glance out a window or up from the street and see them—although Jack knew they were both keenly aware of it. “Jolie,” he breathed, and sank his mouth over her breast’s pretty peak, twirling his tongue over the taut nipple, then closing his lips around her to suck it. She moaned with pleasure and Jack listened as if her sounds were a symphony—hot, sexy background music to his ministrations. He lowered the other shoulder strap so that she sat topless on his lap letting him shift his kisses back and forth between her scrumptious breasts until he was nearly drunk on them.

As he looked down, watching his tongue play over one wet pink nipple in the dusky light, he slid his hand up under her dress, gliding his touch up her outer thigh all the way to her hip. He expected to encounter an elastic band of some kind and when he didn’t, he peeked up at her with amusement. “No panties, darlin’?”

She grinned and shook her head.

“Is this my surprise?” He raised his eyebrows.

He didn’t expect her giggle. “No.”

He smiled anyway. “Mais, I still like it.”

“Good.”

“And I would love to fuck your brains out right here on this balcony, my hot petite fille, but I’m thinkin’ we should take this party inside. It’s not even dark out, and I don’t want anyone callin’ the cops.”

She tilted her head. “On Bourbon Street? You think someone really would?”

He shrugged. “Might sound unlikely, but I don’t wanna take