Bayou Sunset (Agents of HIS #4)

Chapter Eighteen

ROMEO WAS SURE he was dreaming. Before him stood Daisy Mae with longing eyes, offering herself to him. He never dared to believe that this day would ever come. After resisting the temptation all those years ago, Romeo never thought he would reencounter her. Although he intended to visit his family at some point, he was determined to stay away from her. His heart could not cope with Daisy Mae being romantically involved with another man—married with three-plus children.

As they reached below deck, Daisy Mae paused, holding a hand up. “Wait a second,” she said, disappearing inside. After a moment, she emerged again, having flicked on a pair of fans that she had seemingly charged earlier. “I believe”—she removed her tank top to reveal a strapless lavender lacy bra—”it’s gonna get hot in here tonight.”

Romeo stood paralyzed, his mind filled with questions about when and how he had relinquished control of the night. “Hold up there, swee— Rocket.” He strolled into the tiny cabin. “That be my job to undress ya.” He needed to regain the advantage once more. This was his ultimate dream realized—dammit.

She slipped off her shoes, and he followed suit.

“There be no ‘jobs’ here, but if ya wanna undress me,”—with a coy smile, she traced a finger down the middle of her chest, sending all his blood to his groin, not that most of it wasn’t there already—”come here, Romeo.”

Taken aback by the fact that she had referred to him as Romeo, he was momentarily thrown off balance, almost faltering in his step. He wasn’t sure he liked it from her. It wasn’t that she was a woman. They employed female agents who affectionately referred to him as “Romeo,” but he longed to hear his real name, “Steve.” At times, he found himself yearning for his true identity.

“Are ya gonna remain standing dere?” she inquired, her tone filled with impatience.

Romeo cleared his throat. “Call me Steve, not Romeo, if you please.”

Daisy Mae cocked her head in a thoughtful gesture. “If it be important to ya, oui .”

Nodding, he stepped to her. “It be. Now, about dis lacy contraption….” His fingers tingled with the need to touch her. Reaching up, he gently cupped both her breasts as if weighing them. Perfection. “I do believe,” he said, then spun her around, “this needs ta come off.” He effortlessly unhooked her bra, trailing kisses down the side of her neck and shoulder. She tasted and smelled like what he expected heaven would be like.

Romeo pulled her back to his chest, then reached around and touched her breasts again, continuing the assault on her neck and shoulder. “Mmm, ya taste good. Smell even better,” he muttered between trailing wet kisses.

“Steve, quit teasing me.” She moaned loudly. “I be ready.”

He stilled. Did she think he was a “wham-bam, thank you, ma’am” kind of guy? Had that been her experience with men? He may not have had the most practice, but he knew how to please a woman. And he would pleasure this woman all night.

Romeo gently guided her to turn around and meet his gaze by placing his hand under her chin and tilting it towards him. “Rocket, dere be no need to rush this. We got all night.”

Her intense gaze revealed the answer he sought. She longed for him as much as he did for her. Not that he’d doubted it with her getting half-naked. At times, he found that women tended to perplex him with their actions and words.

“Let’s take dis slow and easy,” he said, touching her cheeks and gently cupping her face. “ Mais , kiss me.”

Romeo bent down to match Daisy Mae’s height, and she stood on her toes to kiss him. Once they molded together, warmth suffused Romeo’s body. It was more potent than anything he’d ever felt with a woman. He had no idea if he’d survive when he was actually inside her.

At that, his cock twitched, ready for action. He broke the kiss, reached down, and adjusted himself. He had always been taught to let ladies go first, though he doubted whether his mother’s lesson had been intended to apply to sexual situations. So, he found the zipper on the back of her skirt and removed the garment, letting it pool to the floor at her feet.

Mon Dieu! She wore a lavender lacy thing, and he thought—he spun her again—yep, thong. He believed she wore it for him, and it wasn’t her everyday wear. Either way, he didn’t care at that moment. All he knew was that she had one fine, luscious ass.

Daisy Mae glanced back over her shoulder with a mischievous smile and playfully asked, “Do ya like what ya see?”

Merde, I do. Quirking his lip, he said, “It’ll suffice.”

She spun around and swatted him on the chest. “Why ya—”

Romeo’s mouth covered hers, breaking off her words. He loved to see her hot-blooded. As their tongues dueled and danced, he slipped off her panties, grabbed her butt, and pulled her against his rigid cock. One that had to be released soon from the confines of his shorts.

Gently pulling away from the kiss, he whispered between heavy breaths, “Daisy Mae, I need ya.”

“I need ya, too, Steve.” She sounded more winded than he did, and he wasn’t sure that was possible.

He removed his shirt and shorts in nearly one swift motion.

With the confidence of a man who’d bedded millions of women but only had bedded a few, he walked her back until her knees met the edge of her bed, and she fell back onto the mattress. “Finally,” he said as he knelt before her, “I’ve got ya where I want ya.”

“Steve, get ya ass up here. I need ya inside me, now.”

“Sorry, Rocket, I be where I’m supposed to be now.” He parted her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs before he looked at her womanly center. Damn, she was pretty and pink and—he touched a finger to her wet folds—ready for him. But he wasn’t prepared. Well, he was, but not entirely. He wouldn’t allow himself to come before he gave her pleasure.

Teasing her, he kissed his way from the inside of her thigh to her center. He licked her folds and nibbled at her nub, listening to her moan and gasp. Those little noises drove his need to explore and conquer all of her, to know every inch of his woman.

Yeah, he knew she was his woman. He wouldn’t try to hide that fact like some of his brethren did when they fell in love.

Tasting ambrosia, he continued his assault on her center while he slipped a finger inside her heat. Mon Dieu! He was about to come himself.

But, he held himself in check, waiting until his efforts yielded her tensing, lifting her hips, and shuddering to cry out his name. Working her nub, he extended her climax until she cried, “No more.”

“Sorry, mon amour , dere be lots more.” He froze, wondering if she’d caught he’d just called her “his love.” When she only closed her eyes with a sated smile, he breathed. He’d have to be more careful until the time was right.

He stood, dropped his briefs, reached for his shorts, and removed the condom he’d placed in a pocket, praying the night went his way. “Scoot up on dat there bed.”

His hands shook while Daisy Mae watched him put the condom on his dick. He struggled to maintain his composure even though the night had just begun.

“Why didn’t I get a turn?” she asked.

Oui, like I can handle that right now. He was so hypersensitive to her touch that he’d come if she brushed the head of his cock. “Next time.”

The smile on her face conveyed her desire for the next time, boosting his confidence.

Romeo gazed at her beautiful face while he slid over her, resting on his elbows. “Ya be everything I always wanted in a woman.”

“ Oui , ya be everything I always wanted in a man.”

Romeo slid his body between her legs, feeling the heat radiate from her body.

“Where does dat leave us, Steve?”

“Right now? In dis bed, enjoying the hell out of each other. Driving each other ’til we be so aware of our heartbeats that we feel like we be beating as one.”

“ Oui ,” she breathed, then moaned when he leaned over and kissed below her earlobe. “Ya be good wit words.”

He nibbled his way down her neck toward her breast. “Those no be just words. I want it all.” When he reached her nipple, he took it in his mouth, flicking the peak with his tongue.

Daisy Mae moaned, running her hands through Romeo’s hair and wrapping her legs around his, pulling him tight to her core. “Steve, quit torturing me.”

Reaching down, Romeo found what he’d already known, slick with her release—she was more than ready for him. He guided his cock to her opening and slowly slid in. Not to brag, but he was a relatively large man, not huge, but larger than most, and she was tiny and tight. Mon Dieu! She was tight.

Romeo groaned and almost bit his tongue to keep from coming right then and there. He wasn’t even entirely inside her, and he was ready to blow his wad. “ Merde , Daisy Mae, ya feel so good. I no sure I be able to last long.”

“Ya be speaking to the choir. I be almost ready again as ya fill me. Each new thrust brings me closer and closer to da summit.”

Done with words—actually, unable to speak any longer because his smaller head had taken control—he slid into the hilt and stopped. Sighing with a pleasure he’d never imagined, Romeo didn’t want to move. He could remain joined like this forever. Did life get any sweeter or perfect than this?

Unfortunately, Rocket couldn’t be still. She squirmed underneath him. So, he withdrew and thrust again. This would be his woman for all eternity. He would make it known by showing her how much he loved and cared for her.

Daisy Mae adjusted her legs around him and shifted. Before he knew what had happened, she flipped them over. “Ya be going too slow,” she said, sitting up on him. “We can go slow later.”

Joy infused his heart. He couldn’t agree more. Reaching up to her hips, he helped her control the rhythm until beads of sweat glistened on their bodies.

Romeo grabbed her ass and kept her tight against him with each thrust, ensuring she took him as deeply as possible. Having his hands on her ass reaffirmed his thoughts of how perfectly it was shaped.

When she sat up and deepened their connection, Romeo felt the tingle run down his spine and then the surge and tightness in his balls. To ensure she came before he did, he reached down and rubbed her clit. He’d always been a considerate, albeit inexperienced, lover, guaranteeing the women he bedded came once. He’d never cared for twice until now with Daisy Mae.

“I be coming,” she breathed.

Romeo had never heard sweeter words. “Fly for me, Rocket.”

When she shuddered, cried his name, and then collapsed forward, Steve thrust twice more before groaning, feeling euphoric and exhausted in the same instance. His orgasm had been the strongest he’d ever experienced. It’d been the only one where his heart was connected.

He hadn’t lied about feeling their heartbeats as one. As hers beat against his, where she’d collapsed onto him, he felt the syncing of their love.