“Erin.” He jetted into her mouth, lost to everything but her small hands and magically skilled tongue.
He couldn’t stop, out of his mind with pleasure.
When she pulled away, she replaced her lips with her hand and milked him dry.
He felt lightheaded, completely done in by the smug woman on her knees.
“Anything I want, you said.”
He nodded and fell back on the bed, working to catch his breath. When he could speak, he promised her, “Anything. I fucking swear.”
She joined him on the bed, adorable, sexy, and wicked. “I’m going to save this ‘anything’ for later.”
Smith could only nod, still trying to make his mind work. He felt her small hands stroking him, calming him down, and a surge of affection struck him mute. God, he’d never felt this good in his life. Nothing had ever come close to what he’d shared with Erin.
And then he felt horrible, because he’d just come and she hadn’t.
“Damn it. I’m sorry.”
Her hand stopped, so he nudged her to continue petting his tattoo.
“For what?”
“For not giving you an orgasm before I came.”
She chuckled. “That’s okay. I love knowing I made you lose your mind.”
“Just my mind?” He grabbed her and pulled her over him, so that she straddled his waist. Another position he’d fantasized about. Unfortunately, he needed a break before he’d be ready to go again. That’s if she hadn’t broken him entirely. He had never, ever, come so hard.
Erin smirked. “You sure did seem pent up.”
“Would this be the wrong time to tell you that you just had one of my special protein shakes?”
Her eyes grew wide. “That’s a thing?”
“What?” He scowled when he realized what she meant. “Woman, I haven’t had sex in months. And never likethat.” He flushed. “I was joking.”
“Oh. Good.” She planted her hands on his chest and leaned closer, and it was all he could do not to stare at her amazing breasts. They fit perfectly into his huge hands. “Because I’m not sure where we go from here, with us being more than friends, but I think it should just stay between us. No other women for you.”
He remembered Brad Battle being super friendly. “And no guys for you.”
“That’s fine with me.”
They nodded at each other. He let her look him over. She seemed fascinated with his body. And he could relate. Hers was so feminine, so soft yet resilient. And so fucking pretty.
“You have the prettiest nipples,” he said as she stroked his. “I mean, I keep thinking I want to caress them, but I also want to suck them. Or fuck them.” Her cheeks turned bright red.
He laughed.
“Oh, you.” She tugged at his sparse chest hair, and he winced. “Thanks so much for my protein shake, but I think I need real food. And not one word about your sausage, either.”
For some reason that struck him as hilarious, and he laughed so hard he knocked her off him.
She shifted to his side, still on her knees as she watched him and started laughing herself.
Once they’d sobered, he pulled her down for a kiss. “Sorry. I’ll keep my sausage and my protein shakes to myself.” He snickered. “Man, that was funny. Okay. I promised you breakfast. Let me dazzle you with more than my cock. How about some eggs and waffles?”
He loved how coarse words made her blush. And how mention of his cock had her looking there. He hoped she understood they had only just begun. Because he really hadn’t gotten his fill of her yet.
