One Week With You (London Lovers #1)

by J.R. Jenner

Talia deserved soft sheets and I deserved a bed to wreck, like I’d always pictured. We’d both be a wreck by the time I was finished.

“Nothing. But I did just fuck you up against the wall in plain sight.”

How could I have gone from the hottest moment where everything felt so fucking right to… this? Talia Johnson not even looking me in the eye. Maybe this is what I’d been trying to avoid all these years. A little part of Talia was better than nothing. “Have a nice Christmas. Good night.”

Rafe: Please, Talia. Tell me you’re OK.

“Rafe? What the fuck!” I pressed one palm to the wall and another to my chest. “I think my soul just ascended.” “Where’s your coat?” Rafe demanded, the intensity amplified by the fierceness of his glare. “It’s minus three degrees out here.”

“You don’t have the fire lit?” Rafe wondered while I grabbed the tartan blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around my body, drawing it up over my frozen nose and bouncing in a desperate bid to get warm. “I don’t know how. I was worried about setting the place on fire, so I didn’t even attempt it.” He seemed amused by that, even though I was deadly serious. “Come on, I’ll show you,” he said.

“Yes, I did. I wanted to see your face when we talked. I just wanted to talk, Talia. Also, I didn’t think it was safe for you to be alone. Actually, safe’s the wrong word. I didn’t want you to be alone.”

“Pretty much,” Rafe said, and didn’t look the least bit sorry about it. “But why?” “I told you. I’m here to spend Christmas with you. No one should be alone on Christmas. You would’ve regretted it.”

You’re sunshine, and people gravitate to you, they always have.” I watched him intently now, a thrill rolling through my limbs. “You think I’m sunshine?” “That’s my nickname for you.”

“The moment I first laid eyes on you, walking towards me with the biggest goddamn smile I’d ever seen. You might’ve noticed I don’t do much of that.”

His mouth twitched. “That day you wore a pale yellow T-shirt and with your long blonde hair you looked like the sun.”

Rafe stepped closer, so close I had to arch my neck right back to look at him, our height difference considerable now I was barefoot. “I never lose,” he said gruffly, and somehow I knew he wasn’t talking about snow.

But… Sunshine. He’d called me sunshine.

“Well, that was worth it,” Rafe said from the kitchen archway, his head tilted to one side, his smile softer than my heart could take. Steam swirled from his coffee cup and drifted into the air as he lifted it to take a sip.

“Your smile,” he murmured. “Worth it.”

drifted closer, a little hesitant at first, and placed a soft kiss to his cheek, squeezing his forearm, solid beneath the sleeve of his cream Aran sweater. If he only knew what that sweater does to me. He smelled clean, freshly showered, and was so handsome it hurt. When I pulled away, Rafe’s eyes were closed and only the shift in the air had them snapping open. “You’re welcome,” he said gruffly. “I’d do anything for you.”

His wicked grin morphed into a laugh that lit up my insides. “You haven’t looked out the window yet, have you?” he asked, and I startled at the rapid change in conversation. “No,” I said slowly, then raced to the window above the sink. “Oh my god.” “Told you I never lose.”

“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” Rafe said knowingly, his tone tinged with amusement.

He chuckled. “I can set you up with my business manager to give you some ideas. If you want.” “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” “You didn’t ask. I’m offering. Think up some questions, pick her brain. No strings.” “Can I think about it?” “It would be weird if you didn’t.”

“Wow, that takes me back.” Rafe walked in as I pulled an angel tree topper from the box. The halo was crumpled and the dress was more beige than the white it probably used to be, but it was still usable. “Haven’t seen that since I was a kid.” “Oh, so it’s ancient then.” “Less of the old, please.”

“Nothing. This reminded me of something, that’s all.” “A happy memory?” “You could say that.” “Hmm. Care to elaborate?” “It was those shoes you wore to the party last week. The red ones with the ribbon ties around the ankle.”

“They were very memorable.” Rafe stepped right into my personal space, barely a breath between us. He looked down at me like I was his only focus, his eyes dark, hungry. “You know what else?”

“Ever since I saw you wearing those heels, I’ve dreamed about tying your wrists with red silk. It has to be silk so it doesn’t mark your skin. And then I’d stretch you out on the bed and tie you down, so I had free rein to do whatever I wanted to your body.”

“I’ve shocked you,” he said, then he took the end of that silky ribbon and ran it along the edge of my jawline and across my parted lips.

“I rarely have regrets, Talia. But the ones I do have all seem to be linked with you.”

Rafe’s lips pinched and his hands came up all clenched and splayed mid-air, like he wanted to reach for my head and shake some sense into me. “Oh my god, you drive me fucking crazy. I wasn’t rejecting you. Did you know how much I had to restrain myself that night? All I wanted to do was fuck you against that wall and make you mine. But we were too exposed. I was trying to protect you.”

His groan caught in his throat as I reached for his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine. He gripped fiercely at my waist as our lips melted together and our tongues met in a slow, wet slide, and I was wrong earlier, so wrong, because I wouldn’t think about anything but this.

The higher we climbed, the more I regretted my suggestion to sled down it using a twenty-five-year-old snow sledge I’d found in the garage. Not the best idea I’d had, but life at the moment was all about distraction when all I wanted to do was throw Talia on the bed and fuck her until she screamed. Until she was covered in me. Who was I kidding? I didn’t need a bed at this point. It was going to happen. Talia knew it, I knew it. My dick did too.

the full, round curves of her ass right there in my line of sight, and I held back a groan.

climbed into the sledge first and Talia followed, slotting herself into my lap, lodging that ass of hers right against my cock. Patience truly tested, I dropped my head against the back of hers for a moment, and she laughed. She knew exactly what she was doing.

The sledge picked up speed quickly, exactly as I’d feared, but Talia laughed and shrieked the whole time, and I would’ve done it again just to hear that sound.

“Never again,” I groaned, patting my chest which was thankfully still intact. Nothing hurt either. Also a good sign. “I’m too old for this shit.” She laughed harder. “Hey!” I rolled her under me, my hips cradled by the warmth of her thighs. Her hair was in disarray, damp from the snow, and her cheeks and nose flushed the rosiest shade of pink. She grinned up at me and I grinned right back before smashing our lips together.

and then minutes of hot, dirty thrusts against each other without any thought but chasing pleasure. So much pleasure. If this is what it’s like fully clothed…

“Take me to bed,” she whispered desperately. “Take me to bed right now.” I would’ve taken her to the moon if she’d asked.

thermal. Talia loosened my jeans enough to slide her greedy hands right down the back, gripping the cheeks of my ass while I cupped her breast and my mouth found that smooth junction where her neck met her shoulder. I bit down. She whimpered. She squeezed. I moaned.

And I went, like a moth to a flame. My cock ached, pushing against my boxer briefs, and Talia bit her lip at the sight. “What do you want?” I asked, standing between those perfect parted thighs, clenching my eyes closed when she leaned forward to first nose, then kiss the trail of dark hair leading down from my belly button. Her fingers feather-light, she traced the elastic of my briefs, and I held my breath for a second. Maybe two. She watched me watch her as she lowered the material, my cock springing up between us. “You,” she whispered, those big green eyes gutting me as much as the admission. “Just you.”

She circled her hand around my shaft, and I groaned, giving myself a minute to sink into the incredible sensation. Cupping her jaw, I ran the pad of my thumb across her lips, not gentle about it either. Talia’s tongue curled out to lick it and the desire I felt as I spread all that wetness over her lips was unmatched. “God, look at you,” I murmured, shaking my head in awe. So many times I’d imagined her like this, usually on her knees, but this visual – the reality – had that beat.

Talia swirled her tongue around the head first, and my hips flexed. Heat speared down my spine. Easing into it, she suckled my flesh in slow, deliberate stokes, determined to drive me wild. But soon she was rolling her mouth down my entire length until she met the circle of her fist, and I rocked and surged into every lick, every suck, every stroke. This was bliss. Madness.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered, kissing her again.

close but not close enough. I wanted to climb inside her skin somehow, burrow as deep as she was in mine.

“Wait till I get my mouth on you,” I murmured, and saying it out loud had my cock hardening in anticipation.

And then there she was. I didn’t know where to look first. She was everything that drove me fucking wild. Full hips and thick, solid thighs, tits more than a handful with pink-tipped nipples ripe for my mouth. Every excuse I’d ever made to keep my distance evaporated from my mind.

“I’m gonna learn every fucking path of this beautiful body,” I said roughly, and Talia’s muscles spasmed in delight. “Is that a promise?” “A certainty.” I kissed her again, grinding against her pussy with enough pressure to tease but not nearly enough to get her off. She shifted her hips to match the movement of mine, her hands leaving trails of fire everywhere she touched.

“Where?” I dragged one finger down her soaking wet pussy. “Here?”

should have known you’d be good with your hands.” “I’m good with other things too,” I said, and winked.

The sight, the sensation, had me feeling wild, untethered somehow. Patience gone. I yanked at the drawer under the coffee table and fished out the condom I’d stashed inside the day before, more wishful thinking than planning ahead.

“Fuck,” I said desperately, taking a second to close my eyes. Too much. Too much. “Watch me,” she demanded softly. I opened my eyes. Riveted to the way she held my gaze as she slid up and down my length, inch by slow wet inch. We both groaned.

I touched her everywhere I could reach – cupping her tits from below, pinching and pulling her nipples until they were red and she whined, rubbing that swollen clit with my thumb. Her skin was painted in firelight and shadows, and the sight of her like this, rolling her hips harder and faster, squeezing me so tight I could see stars, was enough to make me snap.

“Good morning,” Rafe replied, tugging the sheets away and drawing my chin upwards so he could better see my face. I loved the way he held me, framing my throat like it was his to claim.

Rafe peered down at me breathless and smiling, hips cradled between my thighs. I ran my fingertip between his brows, down the little line usually deep with a scowl, but it wasn’t there this morning. I followed the path down his nose, over that tiny bump and— “I fell down the slide.” “What?” “I broke it when I was fifteen, walking down a slide in the park. Why are you smiling?”