“Done?” What diddonemean?
To his shock, Erin lowered herself, so that she straddled his groin, sitting over an arousal he couldn’t mask. She gasped as she ground against him.
“Oh. That is nice.” She leaned forward and kissed him again, forceful yet still sweet and soft.
She made everything worse as she rocked against him, riding him while she kissed his cheeks, his throat, then sucked on his neck.
Smith was close to coming in his pants. He nearly shot off the couch and clenched the cushions, deserving a medal for keeping mostly still. If only his damn hips would listen. “Erin…”
“Just a few seconds more,” she moaned.
Jesus, she was getting herself off while she rubbed all over him. Her mouth returned to his, and he kissed her, fucking her with his tongue the way he wanted to with the rest of his body. She sucked him deeper, and that made everything worse.
She kissed her way to his ear, whispering words that made no sense. And her little pants and groans made their fondling so fucking hot. She ran her hands over his chest and abdomen, the heat bleeding through his thin tee-shirt.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she moaned as she ground harder and sucked his throat, coming and shuddering and pushing him way over the edge.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed and threw his head back as he came in his pants, the orgasm shattering. He shuddered and arched into her, the contact as stimulating as her scent, her taste.
After a moment, he came back to himself to find her forehead tucked against the crook in his neck, her hands stroking his chest and arms, petting him as he came back down.
She lifted her head to look down at him, and her smile lit up the entire room.
“Thanks for tonight. You’re fun, Smith.” She rose to her feet, steady as a rock, then turned and headed for her purse on the counter. At the door, she paused and winked at him. “What’s your favorite kind of cookie?”
Too confused to do anything but answer, he said, “Molasses.”
“Good to know.” She waved and left.
He stared at the back of his front door in stunned silence, realized he continued to breathe hard, then swore at the mess the girl next door had made in his pants.
“What the hell did she do to me?”
And how could he get her to do it again?
Chapter Five
Erin hadn’t seen Smith in three days. She’d been so busy with her editing and work for Tilly that she hadn’t spared him much thought. What a crock. She thought about him every five seconds. But she’d beentryingnot to think about him.
Not an easy feat considering she’d ridden the man to orgasm after knowing him for only a week.
How strange to feel so proud of that fact. She grinned to herself as she finished preparing Tilly’s meal for the evening and readied to drop it off. There. Now she deserved to think about the best sex with a man she’d ever had. Clothed or unclothed.
For the first time ever, Erin had been the aggressor. She laughed to think of the poor man, not sure what to do with her. Smith had looked a little wild around the eyes when she’d straddled him. No matter that she’d tried to convince him of her sobriety, he wouldn’t make a move on her. So she’d made hers on him.
He hadn’t complained. If he’d said no or told her to leave, she would have. She wondered how many of Smith’s past girlfriends—or lovers—had ever seduced him. Not that Erin had, exactly. She’d had an orgasm from some kisses and that large bulge between Smith’s legs. She thought he’d had an orgasm as well, but she couldn’t be sure. He’d squeezed the heck out of the couch though.
She laughed again. How liberating to sexually indulge and not feel badly afterward. Then again, she hadn’t had real sex. No touching or penetrating, no fondling body parts if she didn’t count touching his firm, muscular chest. And land alive, that man hadhugebiceps. Just thinking about them made her fingers curl.
The room started to grow warm, and Erin fanned herself. So okay, she was superficial for liking Smith for his looks. But she also liked him for being so mindful of her state of mind, for trying to take care of what he’d considered a vulnerable woman.
She sighed. Smith. So handsome and sexy.
And so unavailable.
Had it been an accident or on purpose that they hadn’t crossed paths since the bar on Thursday night? The old Erin would have been heartbroken and full of self-doubt. But the new Erin loved that she didn’t mind him being absent. It didn’t bother her in the slightest. And she hadn’t been listening for him for the past few days. Nope. She’d been way too busy to care what he thought and did. And so what if it was already Sunday and he still hadn’t stopped by? She didn’t care at all. Not when she had a life to lead.
All the energy she’d been putting into work had paid off. She had several of Tilly’s meals prepared well in advance of next week and already delivered. She also had next week’s edits done through Wednesday.
