It surprised Chaz.
The relief he felt when he’d heard the doorbell ring, followed by incessant, almost frantic knocking. And how thrilled he was when he realized it wasn’t one of his mother’s friends delivering a casserole or premade dinner.
She was fucking beautiful, wearing a dress, her blond, freshly washed hair already tangling into curls as it fell over her shoulders and down her back.
Her eyes looked brown in the golden light of the setting sun, with glints of green flashing at him every few seconds.
When he woke up, his pain had disappeared and he’d decided that if she wasn’t there by eight o’clock, he would pound on her front door.
He had other pounding in mind as well.
Prim and neighborly, she gave herself away by returning his kiss with fervor. He liked that about her, how her body betrayed her. How it contradicted what she said. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him she wasn’t interested, or herself.
Because it wasn’t working on him.
And regardless of pretending this was a platonic visit, it had been premeditated. For she’d gone out and bought the two of them enough condoms that they could likely stay locked up together for nearly a week.
Oh, hell, yes.
Barely removing his mouth from her, he locked the deadbolt on the door and led her into his mother’s dining room. “I believe you mentioned something about a dining room table.” Chaz wouldn’t give her the chance to change her mind.
Her eyes flew open, as though shocked, but she followed him meekly into the room anyhow. Upon reaching the table, she ran her hand in a slow seductive motion along the polished surface.
“Turn around,” he told her. She didn’t seem to know what he meant, just stared wide-eyed.
He pivoted her so that she faced the end of the table with her back to him. Bending her forward, he positioned her in a manner that gave him delicious access to her ass.
She held the position obediently.
“I’ve only got one hand, Penny, so you’re gonna have to work with me.”
She mewled a little.
“Get on your knees.”
After she hesitated about thirty seconds, Chaz gave her a little slap. When she finally moved, he held her dress so that it wouldn’t be trapped beneath her.
This was new to him but with his injury, he was going to have to be creative.
Because she didn’t realize it yet, but this delightful pose he’d put her in was for her own good.
Finding the hem of her dress, he lifted it up her legs, all the way to her waist.
Fucking right, she wasn’t done with him either. She’d come to him bare assed under that pretty little dress.
“Chaz? What are you doing? I thought…”
She clenched when he nipped at the skin inside her thighs. He pushed her knees further apart. This wasn’t enough. More… He wanted better access.
Oh, such pretty red lips, glistening already.
He wanted to eat her first, drink her, then feel her coming around his tongue.
Feeling inventive, he pulled a chair up for himself. He couldn’t support himself very well and he wanted to have his hand free to do… whatever the fuck he wanted to do.
She was spread out before him like a feast.
Perfect.
