“You okay?” she asked and reached for him.
He took her hand, thinking maybe not all feelings needed to be avoided. “I am now. Let’s go home.”
They’d hadplans to get food on the way back, shower, then have hot sex. Unfortunately, they hadn’t planned on running out of energy.
Erin had helped Smith pack up Tilly’s clothes while he grabbed the other items on her never-ending list. He grumbled while he packed, but she noticed he took extreme care to put everything in Tilly’s suitcase, and he’d chosen her outfits himself.
Erin didn’t know what exactly had been said between the two, but it must have been emotional. Smith had been quiet for most of the drive home, and he’d made a few comments to convince her Tilly would be just fine—even though she’d expressed no doubt to the contrary.
The poor guy. She would have gone with him to deliver Tilly’s things to Rupert, but he’d told her he’d be quick and for her to set out their dinner.
She’d done little more than put their takeout on plates then fell asleep while waiting for him to return.
Now she blinked at the clock in his bedroom, sensing she’d slept through Friday night into Saturday. She didn’t remember coming to bed, so he must have carried her in. It still made her shiver, to know Smith could haul her around so easily. She’d had other boyfriends brag about loving her tiny size, but no one had made her feel weightless.
Erin turned on her side to study him, thinking that even in sleep, Smith looked hard, unforgiving. She stroked his face, loving his square jaw, the stubble on his cheeks and chin. He had looks, power, and stamina.
And a heart in need of mending.
Tilly’s near miss had made her realize how much she missed her family, so while waiting for Smith to arrive yesterday, she’d called her parents and her sister. She missed them, but not as much as she’d missed Smith.
It was as if she wasn’t complete without him. She smiled, knowing he’d roll his eyes if she said something so corny.
Meeting with Cody—had it been just yesterday?—had woken her to the reality she hadn’t been blameless in their breakup. Yes, the sex had been underwhelming. But she should have said something. And while she found nothing wrong with catering to a man ifshewanted to, part of her had resented doing everything for him since he had seemed to expect it. And that was on her.
Cody should have been honest with her, and she should have told him the truth of her feelings. She never should have moved out here to satisfyhisneeds andhisdemands. That she had still shamed her. But she’d learned.
At twenty-five years of age, she’d finally grown independent enough to move away from home, supporting herself on her own working two jobs, and she’d found a man she might love, not because she needed him, but because she wanted him.
And she wanted him right now.
He must have cleaned up before coming to bed because he wore nothing but the skin God gave him, and he smelled of the soap he had in his shower.
She leaned forward to kiss him, pleased when he kissed her back.
Normally she’d worry about morning breath or her hair sticking up, but she wanted nothing more than to make them both happy. She crawled on top of him, loving the feel of his large, callused hands on her hips. But she wanted them in other places, so she put his hands over her breasts and reveled in his low groan.
She deepened the kiss, felt him arch up against her, his erection digging into her thigh. She moved so that she slid over him, her wet response impossible to ignore.
He kissed her harder, trying to angle so that he could penetrate, but she stopped him by pinching his nipples and nibbling to his ear to whisper, “This is my fun. I’m in charge. You just lay there and enjoy.”
She pulled back to see him staring up at her with dark eyes, the green not visible in the dim light streaming through his blinds. He lay in shadow, dark and big and sexy. And all hers.
Erin shimmied down his body, trailing kisses from his face down his neck, awash in emotion. He murmured her name as she kissed him, and he stroked her as if she were precious to him.
Smith didn’t rush, he savored. And he was especially good at taking his time with Erin. So, she wanted to do the same with him.
She tried to show him what he meant to her with in each slow, deliberate kiss. By feathering her hands down his broad, muscular chest to the tight core of his abdomen and lower, past the dark hair surrounding that thick, jutting cock.
“Please,” he rasped and arched up, moaning when she took him in her mouth and cupped his balls.
Erin rubbed him gently, then with firmer pressure while she nibbled her way up and down his cock, sucking and taking him deep, to the back of her throat.
She rubbed the insides of his thighs and toyed with his navel while pumping him with deep draws of her mouth.
When he’d get too close, she’d back off, trail caresses down his legs to his ankles, then start back up again. She explored his torso, fascinated with his nipples, so dark and hard, his chest so different from hers, that tattoo mesmerizing. He liked when she sucked him, so she teased him the way he had her. And it drove him wild.
He flipped her to her back and mounted her, lost in lust, but she stopped him. “Uh-uh. I’m in charge, remember?”
