“Okay,” Lilly pulled off her shirt and tossed it on my four poster bed. “Show me how much.”
I didn’t have to be asked twice.
Chapter Nine
Lilly
Bullet strode across the room and stood in front of me. His deep blue eyes were hungry—hungry for me. His hands gripped my upper arms and guided me closer to him. As soon as his lips landed on mine, I knew this was right. I wanted him as much as he declared his hunger for me. We were frantic, not waiting, no seduction—I didn’t want that right now. I didn’t want to think about anything. Not the trip over here, not the audition, not Bullet and his lying ways. I just wanted his body, his hard, perfect body. My hands flew over the buttons of his shirt while I kissed his lips, then his chest. I loved the smoothness of his chest—I had forgotten how smooth he was. I slid his shirt off him and he unhooked my bra with expert skill. The clothing sailed through the air and with fervor; we liberated one another of the rest of our clothes.
I stepped back to look at him. Neither one of us was smiling; he had a serious, determined look—so did I. He was all man, sturdy thighs, a trim waist and well, yeah, a nice package. It was my turn to be the aggressor and I could tell he liked it. I pulled him to the bed and sat on the edge. I kissed him, and then pushed his lips down to my chest. I wanted his lips on me. He didn't hold back. He showered my breasts with kisses and spent a few extra minutes on my nipples. They responded to his touch like they remembered him. He enjoyed himself but I had to stop him—it was time, I was ready! I had to know if the attraction was real or something I imagined in a Cosmo haze at the Red Velvet Rope Room.
No words were said, we didn’t need to chat.
Bullet thrust his sturdy male part in me and I gasped. He felt warm, velvety and oh, so good. My arms went around his waist instinctively and I welcomed the fullness of him. After a few minutes, I leaned forward to accommodate him. He couldn't be the only one having all the fun. Feeling even bolder, I pushed my hips in rhythm with Bullet's—this excited him even more. Bullet knew how to handle the female body, his hands moved where they needed to, his lips fueled my ardor. My hands were in his silky hair, which smelled like cedar and sandalwood. I felt the smooth slopes of his shoulders. The definition of his arms thrilled me.
I pressed my lips against his neck and kissed him right below his ear. I felt him shudder under my kiss and it empowered me. "That's it? That's all you got?" I purred in his ear. Before I knew what was happening, he pulled away from me, his face glistening with sweat. With a mischievous grin, he turned me over so my bottom faced him. I tried to scamper away, just to tease him but he wasn't having any of it. Bullet grasped my hips and pumped deep; my back arched and I felt a growing warmth in my
erogenous zones. He went deeper, keeping his movements controlled and smooth. "Oh, oh!" I couldn't help myself. I wasn't normally a screamer but I felt like a wildcat released from a cage. "Yes!" Before I knew it, I was panting, quivering with pleasure. The lights blurred around me and I allowed myself to slip away into euphoria.
Sensing my release, he allowed himself to take his pleasure. In just a few more strokes, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "Lilly..." We both collapsed on the comfortable bed, breathless and completely spent.
His phone buzzed in his pants that we'd left on the floor. Bullet didn't make a move to retrieve it. The dark waves around his face were damp with sweat. I reached over and touched his lip with my finger and he kissed it. Bullet's wide smile returned. "Are you hungry?"
"I'm famished. Do I have time to get a shower?" I asked hopefully.
He leaned up on the bed and peered at the alarm clock at his bedside. "Not really, I hired a chef for this weekend and he's a bit of a fusspot. There's no need to dress up, it's just the four of us, I don't think Rafe and Eve care what you look like." I forgot about those two. Feeling a chill, I pulled the cover around me. He wasn't in a hurry to move and neither was I.
"I'm looking forward to spending the weekend with you. I don't think you will have any problem keeping me interested." His tone was different, more real, less smarmy. I liked that. Propping up on one arm, I tossed my hair back behind my shoulder and out of my face. This guy, the relaxed, real guy, that's the guy I liked. I did not want to see the other guy—the pompous, lying ass who he sometimes was. He kissed me and slid out of the bed looking for his clothing. I watched him get dressed. He did not seem to mind. He kindly returned me my bra, panties and the rest of my clothing. "I'm going to tidy up and I will see you downstairs in just about five minutes." I bounced off the bed and shimmied on my purple satin panties. Bullet reached for something on the nightstand and smacked me on my bottom playfully as he walked past me.
"Hey! Cut that out!" Pretending offense by Bullet's playfulness, I smiled at him to show him that it did not bother me. "I'm going to my room now. I'll see you downstairs in five." At the doorway, I turned and said, "Will you take a shower with me after supper?"
"Wild horses could not keep me out of your shower, Lilly. It's a date!" I left the room feeling satisfied and happy. In the hallway, I tiptoed as quietly as I could across the smooth wooden floors to my own room. I paused outside Rafe's room; I thought I was noisy. Eve was screaming as if she was being assaulted and she cried for help in another language. I was surprised that they had the door closed for their lovemaking session. I placed my ear against the door just to listen. Since they both speak different languages, I was not even sure they understood what their partner was saying — I sure as hell didn’t. Whatever they were doing, it went on, and on and on. I snickered; it can’t be that great—or that bad, despite Eve's unusual lovemaking sounds. I sighed and went to my room. I brushed my teeth and my hair and then spritzed myself with perfume. I was ready to go downstairs.
Bullet was right — the chef, Andre was a bit fussy but he was young and he was excited about working for Dr. Bullet Steinmann. Although I am not much of a cook, I offered to help. Andre appeared shocked, "Definitely not! Out of the kitchen. You can however set the table if you would like. The dishes are on the sideboard. This is a casual dinner so I don't mind getting a little help from you. So what is it like being up here with Bullet?"
I raised my eyebrows at the inquisitive chef. Did he have a crush on the tall, dark and handsome doctor? If he did, who could blame him? Not me! "It is wonderful, of course." Change of subject Lilly. "Let's see, it looks delicious. What kind of fish is this?"
"This is a freshwater trout. Prepared especially for you with my own secret mix of seasonings. You will see. Now go on and have a seat. The others will be down soon, I am sure. If not, I will ring the serving bell. It's kind of old fashioned but it gets the job done."
Bullet came down the stairs wearing the same clothing he wore up, only his linen clothing looked a little more wrinkled now. I did not care, I had been the one that had wrinkled him—that pleased me. And I had fun doing it. A few more minutes passed by and it became obvious that our other two guests weren't hungry. I was happy that Bullet had mercy on Andre—we went ahead and ate our meals. I was happy to be somewhat alone with him. Andre pulled back the cloches and the sight was amazing. Both of us had a well-dressed fish, cooked Cajun style with butter and Louisiana seasonings. For a side dish, we ate gumbo and rice. The evening meal was completed with a key lime pie.
By the time they made it downstairs, our bellies were full and we sat fat and lazy in front of the fire. They scrambled off to the kitchen to deal with an irate Andre, hoping for anything to eat at all. I lay on the white, fur rug in front of the warm fire while Bullet stared into the flames and absently rubbed my feet. I wondered what he thought about—was he thinking about me? He had wanted to play a game this weekend; I was to pretend to be interested in him. Once I got over my pride, it was easy to do. This weekend was going to be all about pleasure and sexual enjoyment. It wasn't a chore to commit to "keep his interest."
Besides, I was playing a game of my own, pretending that I loved him and that he and I were more than a weekend booty call. Of course, I was not going to tell him what game I was playing- that would only freak him out. Still, it felt good to feel "loved" even if it was not real or genuine.
Be careful, Lilly. Don't get trapped by your own game! Good advice—I hoped I listened.
Chapter Ten
Bullet
I was learning a lot about Lilly Brightwood. I discovered that she was changeable¸ sometimes moody and sexually curious — that first drunken encounter with her wasn't a fluke. My brain didn't want to focus on this too much. I was happy to let the rest of my body take charge when I was with her. She surprised the hell out of me in the bedroom earlier. I had asked for that quick meeting, thinking that I would have to convince her to stay but no persuasions were necessary.
My mind played that scene over and over again. The moonlight shining in the room, Lilly's skin gleaming slightly — that serious determined look on her face. It was perfect. She was perfect. Now here we were together in front of the fire at the cabin and I was feeling aroused again. The wood popped in the fireplace and all the lights were out in the room. It was just Lilly and I and her face was so close to my lap. I stroked her long hair with my hand. That wasn't helping. I think she felt my body responding to her nearness because she moved her head to accommodate my stiffness. She sat up and said, "Oh! Again?"
"Yes, again. Look, we are by ourselves." I stroked her jaw with the back of my hand. "Andre has gone. Those other two, well, who knows where they are? It's just you and I again." I kissed her softly.
"What about our shower?"