“Let me?” She tried to bite the finger over her mouth, but he was too fast. He collared her throat, instead, and she swallowed against the thin silk in his hand.
“That’s what I said.” He dipped a finger inside her pussy, her arousal lubing the leisurely glide. “Ah, look how wet you are.”
She shoved at his hand, but her thighs betrayed her, parting for deeper penetration.
“I want you to think of this and imagine what else I’m going to do to you tonight.”
“You’ll be sleeping on the couch again.” Her fingers fisted his crisp white shirt.
“I did that for you, Legs, to give your body time.” He pulled halfway out and doubled up. “One night of torture was enough, don’t you think? You should be good to go by tonight.”
“I was good to go last night, fuckboy.” She tilted her hips on the next thrust. “I’m… Oh god, Avery, I’m good to go right now.”
His lips slanted over hers in a languid kiss, his tongue slowly fucking her mouth while his fingers ravaged her pussy with gentle strokes. Even in his aggression he took care not to hurt her.
With no warning at all, the orgasm slammed into her like a drunk driver with no regard for their life-altering impact.
The world had barely righted itself when he withdrew his fingers, ended the kiss, and stepped back. She almost slid down the wall.
He dangled the yellow silk in front of her. “Before I get home, I want these back where you found them, covered in cream”—he held his glistening fingers to his nose—“and smelling like your pussy.”
Jo snatched her panties from him. “And if I don’t comply?”
He licked the length of one finger and smiled. “I’ll just have to steal them again.”
His tongue slid between his fingers, sending a tremor of aftershock to her clit. Fuck, he was all kinds of naughty. And so fucking full of himself. But she loved it—him.
Shaking free of the sensual hold he had on her, Jo pushed off the wall and lifted her chin. “My underwear are not going to become part of your panty collection.”
The twinkle in his dark eyes faded as he took another step back and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “One pair hardly counts as a collection.”
The doorbell rang, and he looked at his watch. “Right on time.” He started past her. “Go get dressed while I get the door.”
“Avery.” She stopped him with a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
But how could she not? That bad boy charm hid a lot of other not-so-happy feelings, making it easy to forget they were there, and she fucking knew it. Yet she’d gone too far, lashed out because of her own damn insecurities. She’d apologize again when she got back from shopping and running errands, maybe make him dinner.
For now, though… “I’ll be out of your way in fifteen minutes.”
He sighed and closed the fraction of space between them, his hands framing her face. “You’re not in my way, Jo, but unless you want everyone to see you in my boxers, you’d better get a move on.”
With a quick kiss on her lips, he let her go and walked away.
Regret lingered as she hurried to get dressed. That wasn’t all that lingered. Her panties were already wet from the ache he’d stirred with that orgasm. Her pussy was still hungry. And the aggression, the way he’d taken control… Fuck, that was hot. Maybe next time he wouldn’t be as gentle.
Because now she understood Lenny. Avery was her crack.
She arranged her hair into a messy bun and threw on the makeup she’d salvaged—a palate of eye shadow, some mascara, and there was just enough foundation left in the bottle to coverher freckles. But nothing could hide the dark circles under her eyes.
A knock sounded at the door just before it opened. “Jo?”
She recognized the soft feminine voice. What was Charlotte doing here? Was this another family gathering?
Jo turned from the mirror. “Hey.”
Wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and sandals, Charlotte still managed to come off like a runway model. She stepped into the room. “I brought you some things. We’re around the same size so they should fit.”
