He’d chosen Bon Temps Grill, in Lafayette, because they specialized in Cajun and Creole swamp edge cuisine. Once there, he talked Kylie into ordering something she’d not tried before. As a result, they both ended up getting Swamp Legs, which was crispy duck drumettes tossed in their house-made mango sauce served with twice-cooked gator legs smothered in sweet-and-spicy Thai sauce, for an appetizer. They followed that up with a cup of smoked bird and Andouille gumbo, grilled Mahi Mahi, with an herb sauce and served with jalapeno cheese grits and braised Brussels sprouts for her, and blackened tilapia, served on a bed of fried sweet-potato mash and a side of the jalapeno cheese grits as well, for him. By the time they were finished eating, they were both full. They stopped along their way back to the B&B to get cheesecake, because Kylie was in the mood for some. Once they got back to their room, their food had digested enough to make room for their dessert.
Kylie
As soon as she was finished eating her cheesecake, Kylie was starting to have thoughts she’d never imagined having. Watching Remy finish off the dessert on his plate, she found herself wondering what his hands would feel like on her skin. She wondered what his lips would feel like. Would they be as soft on her skin as they were against her lips? She was still scared about being intimate, but watching her mate, she wanted to push past that fear.
That realization startled her. When had he gotten past her walls enough to make her want to feel his hands and mouth on her body? What was the turning point for her? Thinking about everything that had happened just in the last week, she was able to pinpoint the exact moment her resolve started to change: when he’d kissed her and apologized, then told her he would wait forever if he had to. Remy was a gorgeous man; he could easily turn on the charm and get any woman he wanted, and yet, he wanted her. He wanted her so much he was willing to spend every day for the rest of his life helping her to heal from her past, if need be. That, more than anything, told her exactly what kind of man Remy Delacroix was. He was a good man. An honorable man. A man worth fighting the demons of her past for.
“Remy?”
“Oui,Kitten?”
She swallowed before she voiced her thoughts. “I…want to try…making love. I want you to help me fight the demons in my head that have made me so afraid of intimacy. I can’t promise not to freeze up or ask you to stop but…”
Remy pressed a finger to her lips. “I will do whatever you need, cher. If you need to stop, we’ll stop. You will never have to be afraid of me pushin’ you for more den you’re willin’ to give. Not now, not ever.”
“Then make love to me, Remy. Please.”
Remy
Remy wanted to roar his joy to the heavens, but he kept his leopard in check. Instead, he moved to Kylie and wrapped his arms around her. “We’ll go as slow as you need, Kitten,” he murmured and dipped his head to kiss her. He kept kissing even as his fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. He felt it might make her feel less vulnerable if he got undressed first. He broke their kiss long enough to tug the T-shirt he’d been wearing underneath his button-down over his head. Then he pulled her close again and moved them to the bed. He sat and tugged her down to straddle his lap. “I have wanted dis from da moment I saw you, cher,” he growled against her lips.
When Kylie’s hands tentatively caressed his chest, he groaned. “Your hands feel so good.” He slid his hands down her back and then beneath her shirt to rest against the skin of her lower back. When a soft mewl of pleasure escaped her parted lips, he smirked and began caressing her skin. “So soft.”
“I think I’m a little overdressed, don’t you?”
Remy cocked a brow at the breathy tone of her voice. “I tink dat can be remedied,” he said with a smirk. He kept his eyes on hers as his hands moved to the hem of her shirt. Ever so slowly, he lifted it, and when she raised her arms, he pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor. There she sat in a pale green satin and lace bra that made him groan. “Beautiful.”
When Kylie lifted her hands as if to cover herself, Remy put a gentle hand on her arm. “Don’t, cher. You take my breath away.”
“You mean that, don’t you?”
“Why does dat surprise you, Kitten?” When she bit her lip and started to look away, he gently guided her face back so he could see her eyes. “It’s all right, Kitten. You can tell me anyting.”
Kylie sighed. “It’s just that…I haven’t felt that way in a long time, Remy.”
“Den it’s high time I change dat.” With that said he moved her off his lap and coaxed her to lay back on the bed. Then he proceeded to show her just how beautiful she was with every brush of his fingers on her skin and every kiss to her body. He unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slid them down her legs and off. Pausing a moment to admire her in her matching bra and panties, he traced the edge of her panties with his fingers. “You are so beautiful, Kitten. If I have to spend da rest of my life touchin’ you like dis to prove it, so be it.”
He moved over her and trailed kisses down her body. His hands slid behind her back to unhook her bra before he got it off her and continued down, removing her panties in the process, until he had her bare in front of him. “Stunnin’. Fuckin’ stunnin’,” he growled. He kissed a path up the inside of her left leg then did the same to her right. He trailed kisses along her hips. Across her abdomen, up to the valley between her breasts. Then he kissed back down until he was nestled between her welcoming thighs. He could smell her arousal and it made his cock throb painfully.
Tipping his head enough so he could watch her face, Remy lowered his mouth, and his tongue flicked out to caress her hot, wet pussy. The taste that hit his tongue made him growl. “Manna from da gods,” he murmured and began a slow, leisurely devouring of her. The entire time, he kept his eyes locked with hers so he could be sure she felt nothing but pleasure from his attention.
Kylie
The moment Remy started caressing her, Kylie was a goner. The feel of his hands, and then his lips, on her body, set her on fire and made things low in her body tighten with need. She felt the moisture of her arousal and knew, without even seeing it, that her pussy glistened from it. When Remy’s tongue touched her, it ignited a firestorm inside her. The slow, teasing flicks of his tongue soon had her writhing beneath him. Her hips arched, her body ached for more, and a keening mewl escaped her parted lips.
Just when she thought she was going to go crazy with the need for something more, he slid a finger inside her. Her hips bucked and she gripped the covers beneath her. “Oh God. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she panted.
“I have no intention of stoppin’, Kitten. Dat’s it. You’re already getting’ close, aren’t you, cher? Tell me what you want, Kitten. Tell me what youneed.”
Kylie writhed against his mouth and finger. “More…please, more…I need…oh God, yes!” She felt a second finger slip inside her and when he curled themjust right,it sent her spiraling out of control. She muffled her cries with one hand while her body bucked against him and she had the most powerful orgasm of her life.
She felt his fingers still inside her as she slowly came down from the high he’d sent her to. Their gentle thrusting and stroking of that spot inside her prolonged her orgasm until she collapsed against the bed. “Oh. Fuck,” she managed to get out between pants.
“Dat’s only da beginnin’, cher,” Remy growled at her.
Kylie stared down at him. “You’re going to kill me if you give me too many orgasms like that, but what a way to go. I’ve never…that was so intense,” she breathed.
Remy chuckled. “You won’t die from dem, I promise. But by da time I’m done, you’ll have forgotten all about da past.”
