He wouldn’t be the type she could call last minute and ask to see her. Or go out to dinner.
He worked too much, and she knew right away, he wasn’t one to go out in public much on a date.
She’d had that enough and it hadn’t worked out. For now she was fine giving that a rest as long as she got to spend time with him.
His mouth landed on hers. “What is it you want exactly?”
He didn’t dispute the fact that she wouldn’t see him again this week.
She’d take advantage of the time while she could.
“Anything you’re willing to give me, I won’t fight off. I won’t say no.”
His hands were on her sides, grabbing the cotton of the T-shirt dress she’d had on today. Something simple and comfortable that she wore to work. She’d kicked off her shoes before she came up the stairs. Just little flats.
Her dress was around her waist, his hands on her ass, cupping her and bringing her closer to his heat.
She’d never been someone who got worked up as fast as she did with Clay.
Only he was the one who could snuff out her flame.
Not that she was ready for that to happen just yet.
“I love the taste of you,” he said. “I’ll never grow tired of it.”
He lifted her and set her ass on the bed, his hands dragging her panties down and off her feet.
She leaned back on her elbows, Clay getting on his knees, his face buried between her legs.
The first touch of his tongue on her swollen tissue had her head falling back, her thighs moving further apart, and a groan escaping between her lips.
“That’s it,” she said. “That is what I love.”
His lips closed over her flesh and a finger was invading quickly.
Her hips jerked up to get more.
He was sucking hard, his finger moving in and out. Her body was tense and all she could focus on was feeling those sensations at the end. The ones where her body felt like lava flowing slowly into the mattress.
Another finger was inserted, it wasn’t even tight, just a nice full satisfying feeling that she’d been craving.
“I’m so close,” she said. He didn’t answer. She didn’t expect him to.
The man was relentless when it came to giving her pleasure. He wouldn’t stop or be distracted until he hit his goal.
What woman wouldn’t want a man like that in her bed?
Her feet were slipping on the bed, so she reached down and put her hands behind her thighs to keep them up and let him have an all-access pass to pleasing her body.
His teeth grazed her skin, she jerked back, and he did it again.
When he settled in to nip her, the orgasm came out of left field slamming her hard to the turf, Meredith hugging her knees to her chest in a reflex for him to keep it up.
She was almost screaming out her pleasure, his fingers jamming in and out, his tongue licking the length of her.
He removed his fingers, but didn’t stop tasting her. As if he had to get that last little bit out of her, even trying to put his tongue where his fingers had been.
Her legs flopped down, her eyes were closed, but she felt him loom over her.
