Forbidden Fruit (4 page)

But he was still reeling from Ava’s transformation. He didn’t quite know how he felt about her new look. She was sex in heels.

Hell, every guy in the bar had devoured her with his eyes the instant she walked through the door. Had he not been dancing with her, she would have had a score of men vying for her attention. The image didn’t sit well with Luke. He wanted her all to himself. Still, his little butterfly had finally emerged from her cocoon. He’d damn well be the only man to capture and claim all that untamed beauty.

Luke lifted his head a mere breath away and growled, “Open your thighs, Ava.”

She stood firm. Both of her strong, lean legs clenched together so tight a slip of paper wouldn’t fit. He kissed his way down her neck and hummed his approval when his lips skimmed the upper swells of her breasts. He had the horrible suspicion that she was braless. The idea of her unfettered tits barely an inch from his hungry mouth was enough to set a blaze in the pit of his stomach.

“Please, baby,” he begged, “open wider for me. I want to feel you.” When Luke felt her legs shift apart, he wanted to soar to the moon.

He wedged a leg between her soft thighs and relished the gentle moans emanating from deep in her throat. Luke watched as her eyes drifted closed, her head lying against the wall. Her fingers tunneled their way through his hair seemingly of their own volition. As if attempting to pull him closer in her need for more.

Luke knew he could do anything he wanted in that moment. She wouldn’t oppose him. It was a heady thought. Ava was always so damned headstrong. For her to submit to him so completely was intoxicating as hell.

Beyond denying either of them any longer, Luke pushed her tiny skirt higher up her thighs, very nearly exposing her panties.

His larger body caged her in, ensuring a degree of privacy. When he was sure no other could see what he was doing, he allowed his eyes to be drawn downward. The tiniest glimpse of white lace was visible. His body raged with a lust he’d never before felt. God, he wanted to see her. All of her. No clothes, people, or dark shadows hindering his view. He wanted Ava’s lovely curves on display for his pleasure alone.

Her hips thrust forward, moving back and forth against his throbbing erection. Luke had to clench his jaw to keep from groan-ing. She was so agitated and turned-on. His cock pressed hard against his jeans, desperate to get inside Ava’s tight cunt.

Starving to touch her where she needed it most, Luke slid his fingers away from her hip and over to her burning sex. Her eyes flew open, wide and anxious. His gaze snared her, forcing her to watch as he slipped a finger beneath the elastic leg band, to the damp springy curls beneath.

“Luke, please, I…”

Ava’s unfinished and breathless plea seemed torn from deep inside. Hearing his name uttered in such raw agony, had his dick dripping with pre-cum. Something inside him snapped.

“You’re mine, Ava,” he declared, as feelings of possession and desire welled up. “No other man has a right to touch you like this.

This creamy pussy is for me to play with.”

Then he slipped that single exploratory finger between her fleshy folds, relishing the way her body gripped him like a silken glove, pulling him deeper.

In one smooth stroke, Luke was buried clear to his knuckle inside Ava’s creamy heat. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, baby,” he hissed, “I want my cock to feel this slippery little pussy.”

“Yes, Luke!”

Hearing her passion mount was like nothing he’d ever experienced with any other woman. She was different. Flaming hot and untamed. Ava Sweet was every inch the stubborn, independent woman he’d come to ache for day in and day out. But she was also a woman with untapped passion.

Her body quivered as he swept his thumb back and forth over her clitoris. She clutched onto him in desperate need. One sexy leg came off the floor to wrap around his hips, her heel digging into his ass. He finger-fucked her with hard, fast thrusts. Merciless in his need to see her come. The instant Ava spun out of control, Luke felt it.

He dipped his head and covered her mouth, then plunged his finger deep one last time. She arched and screamed and Luke swallow the wild sounds whole. Her soft, tender tissues convulsed, tightening and throbbing with pleasure. As quick as a summer storm, Ava flew apart in his arms. He marveled at the sight of her.

Luke couldn’t wait to get her alone. To have his dick inside her when she let go the next time.

He’d thought of Ava Sweet. Fantasized about how satiny her skin might be beneath all her layers of cotton. Wondered at how quick she’d ignite once he got his hands filled with her tight little body. Now it was finally time for him to see for himself if his suspicions had been correct all along. He had figured Ava to be a livewire if she ever allowed her control to slip. Hell, judging by the way her fingers had been digging into his hair, pulling him forward for a deeper mating of lips and tongues, her body so eager and hot and voracious, he’d been right on the money. Luke was only too glad he was the recipient of all that hot passion.

He’d been ready to kick Pete’s teeth in when he’d talked about Ava’s body in such sexual terms. When he’d agreed to go out on the date, Luke had been ready to strangle the man. It was his own damn fault though. For some idiotic reason, Luke thought he’d have plenty of time with Ava. As if she would just sit around on her pretty little ass and wait on him to sow his wild oats.

Well, she’d stopped waiting. She was ready. The only question left unanswered was, how soon could he get her away from all the appreciative male scrutiny and back to his place?

Luke pulled his finger free and licked her tangy juices. She watched, her lips parted and eyes transfixed. “Tasty,” he whispered against her ear. She licked her lips and stayed perfectly still as he smoothed her skirt down. Luke was way too delighted to hear an unhappy whimper from Ava as he pulled away. She tried to pull him back, but he wouldn’t let her. It took all his strength of will to keep from giving into the little temptress. Her soft sighs and moans had his blood pounding so hard he could barely think straight as it was.

He let go of Ava long enough to unwind her fingers from his hair and clutch her wrists in one of his hands above her head. She opened her eyes then and stared at him. Her blue gaze so full of innocent wonder. Christ almighty, she was beautiful. Pete had said it exactly right. Ava didn’t need makeup and fancy trappings. She was a natural beauty.

“I want you, baby,” Luke growled. “Tell me we’re on the same track here.”

He watched her small pink tongue dart out and lick at her bottom lip. The small guileless action caused a shudder to roll through him.

“Yes, Luke,” she replied huskily. “I want you. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you. If you deny me, I swear I’ll die.”

Luke said a silent prayer to the heavens above. He could have handled being run over by a Mack truck easier than he could have handled her rejection.

“Let’s go.”

Nothing more was said from either of them as they weaved their way through the nightclub. Luke scanned the crowd for Pete.

Ready to battle over Ava if need by. Much to his consternation, Luke noticed him sitting at a table with his sister, Jen. Pete’s arm was around her shoulders and the two were looking at each other as if they were… in love? Pete and Jen? He shook his head. That mess was for tomorrow. Tonight was for Ava. Nothing else mattered.

Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 4

Luke had never given his driving much thought before, but on the way to his house, he’d driven with the kind of speed and determination that would have made a NASCAR driver proud. Neither of them had said a word on the way home. And the silence only served to intensify the sparks jumping between them.

He swung his big silver truck in the garage and shut off the en-gine. She’d made a reference before about the size of his truck, as if he were over-compensating for the size of his dick. He’d merely winked at her and teased, “See for yourself, Dr. Doolittle.” Ava, being Ava, had huffed and stalked off.

She wasn’t saying a word now either. When he shoved the door open, coming around to her side to lift her out, she looked at him with a mixture of arousal and trust. With other women, he’d enjoyed the aroused look, but he’d shied away from the trust part.

Coming from Ava, he liked both. He wouldn’t mind seeing more of it actually. Crazy.

As he stepped through the door into the kitchen, Ava’s arms came around his neck, holding onto him tight. Luke felt a shock of need run through him. He couldn’t wait for the bedroom. He had to have a sample now. He put her down and pushed the door closed with his foot. She looked around, as if shy all of a sudden. He wasn’t going to give her time to rethink her decision.

Luke began unbuckling his belt. “I want to see you suck me.”

Her innocent eyes shot wide. “Here?”

“Mmm, right here. Get down on your knees, baby. Prove to me that this is what you want.”

He drew his zipper down and watched her make up her mind.

A million thoughts flitted over her face. He wasn’t sure what she’d do. But as he pulled his fly open and took out his cock, Ava licked her lips. That little gesture had his tip weeping with joy. He knew the instant she made her decision, because a naughty smile played at the corners of her mouth. Ava hiked up her skirt and lowered herself to the floor. She looked up at him, her palms pressed against her thighs. Luke was a goner.

He stepped forward and growled, “Open wide.” Ava eagerly obeyed. Very gently, Luke guided his thick length over her wet tongue. “Suck it good, baby.”

Her hands wrapped around his length and took over, suckling the tip first then drawing him in further. Soon, he was buried deep inside her hot little mouth, his balls pressed against her chin. Luke grabbed a fistful of her hair and moved her head up and down his shaft, showing her how to please him. Her cheeks hollowed out and her tongue teased the slit in the end of his penis. As her fingers came up and cupped his sac, squeezing slightly, Luke hissed and pulled her off him. “That’s enough. When I come, I want to be inside that pussy. Real deep. I want to fill you up, baby.” He tucked himself back into his jeans, but left them undone, and then held out a hand. “Up we go. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

Ava placed her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet.

“What sort of plans?” she asked a hint of fear in her voice.

Luke didn’t answer. He simply turned her around and gave a little nudge towards his bedroom. Once inside, he issued another command. “Get on the bed, Ava.”

She lay down on top of his brown plaid comforter, directly in the center. Still dressed. Perfect. He had her alone finally. No one to stand in the way of him and paradise. He took his time to look at her. Letting her stew in her own need. Luke wouldn’t let her rush him. He’d never been allowed the luxury to stare at Ava and he was going to enjoy this moment. He’d always had to steal glances when she wasn’t aware.

Not this time.

Luke flipped the switch on the lamp next to his bed, determined to see every inch of her. Ava fidgeted restlessly and his eyes were inexorably drawn to her cotton skirt. It was incredibly tight and stretchy, molding to her hips and belly like a second skin. Her pale-pink blouse had inched upwards, giving him little peeks of her ivory flesh. He’d never in his life found a bellybutton so sexy.

“Griff got at least one thing right tonight. You do look good enough to eat, Ava,” Luke ground out, anxious to fill his hands and mouth with what was now
his
.

He put one knee on the bed and planted a hand beside her head then leaned down for a kiss. Her lips were so soft and smooth, like the skin of a ripe plum. As soon as their mouths touched, his body swelled more. It was instantaneous combustion. He desperately wanted to wrap himself around her, to slide so deep between her legs she could never squirm away from him again.

Luke lowered himself gently on top of her, his lips pressing warm kisses all over. Her soft cheeks. Her obstinate chin. He trailed a teasing path down her neck to her blouse. He stopped and looked at the filmy material and muttered, “This is very pretty, but I’m afraid it has to go.” Then he started to undo the pearly buttons that ran down the center. One by one, Luke exposed her. When he reaching the last one, Luke swiftly popped it out of its safe little hole and spread the blouse open.

“Christ, Ava. What were you thinking?”

Ava frowned up at him, some of the dazed heat being quickly replaced by confusion. “Huh?”

He touched one tiny, mauve-colored nipple. “No bra?”

She shrugged. “I never wear a bra. I’m not so big that it’s no-ticeable.”

Was she insane? “Ava, a man always notices. Trust me on this one.” He thought of all the men at the club and wanted to howl at the moon. “I should bend you over my knee and spank your ass.”

She squinted up at him, a mulish expression coming over her face. “You never noticed my lack of a bra.”

“Didn’t I?” Luke whispered, being deliberately vague. He dipped his head and sucked one hard peak into his mouth, taking in as much of her soft round flesh as he could. Ava moaned and went pliable beneath him. Luke took his time, going from one to the other, playing and licking Ava’s supple little tits. Taking pleasure in the fact that he had her so eager and wanton. He bit at her nipple and she went up in flames, bucking and moaning his name. Luke lifted his head and surveyed his handy work. Her breasts were wet from his greedy mouth. Her nipples were so dark they reminded him of raspberries.

“You really are beautiful, baby, never doubt it.” He took delight in the flush that covered her face and neck. Luke grabbed her hand in his and guided it to his aching shaft. “Feel what you do to me?

Do you see how badly I want you?” Ava’s small fingers slipped inside his opened fly and wrapped around his penis. She squeezed and Luke’s body hummed at the sweet torment.

He halted her before things went too far. “Not yet. I want to try something first.”

“What?”

She was breathless and aching for another orgasm. He could see it in the way her legs kept rubbing together. Her heart was pumping fast too. He could fuck her. Put them both out of their misery. But Luke wanted to make her squirm a little. To watch her plead for him to take her.