“That’s fine.” Her devilish smile amping up the heat already licking at the edges of his being. “I like it hot.”
He tightened his hand around his phone to temper his autonomic need to lay his hand on some part of her body. He battled the obvious attraction he had for her. And it didn’t help matters that he was slightly pissed off that he couldn’t tell if this was just an innocent slip of the tongue or an innuendo he wholeheartedly wanted to explore.
“I’ll make sure the lady gets what she wants.”
She nodded in thanks and turned to take the first step to the second floor. She looked over her shoulder, giving him one last smile that made him lose all focus on anything except the way those full lips spread and how much he’d like to see them wrapped around his cock.
She broke the connection, turning around and continuing her trek upstairs, and it wasn’t until she was completely out of sight that he finally took a breath. He’d proposed fun between them.Only, what he was feeling wasn’t lighthearted fun. It was heavy, serious, and powerful, and if he didn’t get control of it, this shit could go sideways quick.
He placed their delivery order and took the steps two at a time to get to the sanctity of his room. He pulled off his clothes one article at a time, leaving an untidy trail from the door to the bathroom. He wasn’t a slob by nature, but right now, if he didn’t get in that shower, he’d do something stupid like barge into her room so he could find out if the fantasy in his head matched the reality of her naked with water cascading down her soft brown skin.
He turned the water on in the shower stall, not waiting until the water warmed up to step in. He needed the shocking cold spray to douse some of the flames that seemed to consume him from the inside out.
He was supposed to be bathing, washing the remnants of the day away. Instead, he leaned into the spray that was slowly warming up, placed a flattened palm against the cool ceramic tiles, and gripped his heavy cock with the other.
This was going to be quick and dirty, so he didn’t bother with his usual routine of shower play. For one, if he took too long, Vanessa might come looking for him, and if she did, there was no way he was going to withstand her siren’s call like this. Second, their order would be here in about twenty minutes, and since he really had a taste for the sweet and sour chicken he’d ordered, he couldn’t take forever to grab hold of the release he’d desperately needed all day.
That first rough stroke with a fast twist of his wrist was fucking bliss. He buried his teeth into his bottom lip to keep the raw need from spilling from his mouth into the air. This was an old house, and the walls were thin as shit. He had no doubt she’d know exactly what the fuck he was doing if he couldn’t keep his voice down.
Another rough stroke, coupled with the image of Vanessa in her bathroom across the hall, wet and slick in all the right places. Downstairs, he’d had to fight to keep things respectful. However, inthe confines of the glass walls of his shower and the billowing steam fogging up the enclosed space, he could let his imagination run wild.
In his mind, she’d slide down against the ceramic tile until she was in the stooped position with her legs wide open, her darkened folds held open by her exploring fingers as she directed the spray of the handheld showerhead right over her slit.
As imaginary Vanessa swirled elegant fingers over her swollen clit, his desire burned hotter and brighter, competing with the near-scalding water pelting against his skin.
And when she took the same fingers she’d been playing with in her beautiful pussy and brought them to that sexy mouth, sucking off her juices, juices he was desperate to taste himself, his arm gave out and his forearm was against the tiles, his head laid on top of it as fire swirled in his heavy sack, swirling up around his spine, causing his muscles to lock through no power of his own.
What was this woman doing to him? Just the thought of her had him—for the second time since he’d met her—with his hand around his swollen dick, tugging for fucking life.
His mirage continued, luring him closer and closer to the edge of completion. And when she placed first one, then two, and finally three fingers inside her channel, fucking herself until she cried out his name in release, he fell quickly off the mountain peak of pleasure until every last bit of need spilled from his cock onto the tiles and the glass walls.
Thank heaven the showerhead in his bathroom was detachable too, because he didn’t have time to do a thorough scrub-down of the surfaces. When his legs felt strong enough, he pushed himself away from the wall, grabbed the showerhead, and did his best to get rid of the proof of his desire for Vanessa.
He left the bathroom, dressing quickly in an A-line T-shirt, sweatpants, and a thick pair of comfy socks. By the time his foot hit the last step, the bell rang. He grabbed his wallet from the foyer table, pulled out three bills that covered the cost, and left a generous tip for Johnny, a friendly teenager who lived a few doors down from Michael. When he opened the door, Johnny was standing on the other side with a smile on his face as he held up Michael’s food.
“Here you go, Sheriff. It’s hot-n-ready.”
Vanessa chose that moment to come down the stairs in a turquoise satin pajama shorts set with the matching long robe trailing behind her in a regal display of grace and beauty.
Hot-n-ready was the perfect description. He felt his cock try to twitch, and he’d never been more grateful for jerking off in the shower. Otherwise, this would be a seriously awkward delivery.
“Thanks, Johnny. Don’t work too late.”
“I won’t, Sheriff. Have a good night.”
Johnny handed Michael the food and jogged down the porch steps quickly before reaching his car. Convinced he could be an adult and sit down and have dinner with Vanessa without mauling her, he took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly through pursed lips.
“Get it together, Park,” he mumbled to himself, hoping that reprimand would be enough to keep his baser desires under control long enough to have a pleasant meal with his guest. But when she smiled at him as he stepped down into the living room, where she sat on the sofa looking comfortable, as if she belonged in that very spot, he could feel his resistance slipping.
By the time he sat down next to her, putting the bags on the coffee table, he gave up trying to fight whatever was building for her. Vanessa Jared was a beautiful woman whether she was in couture or pajamas. And he would not feel bad about noticing that either.
Accepting his newfound perspective, he pulled out her order and held it out to her. “Do you need a plate or are you okay eating out of the carton?”
“I’m good with it just the way it is.”
And so was he.
Chapter 13
