I laughed. “Not anymore. And she knocks before she comes in. Oh, and she’s working the overnight shift at the hospital and always goes straight home to bed. So we’re not going to have an unexpected guest.”
“No coitus interruptus?”
“Nope.”
“Good. I’ll shower and then…” He drew his hand lazily down my arm. “You’ve got condoms and lube? I can’t wait to fuck you.”
I swallowed. “Hell fucking yes. To all of it.”
He leaned forward and tilted his head upward.
I lowered my head.
Our lips touched. Brushed. Just the lightest of touches.
Then he slapped my ass and sauntered across the great room and toward the bathroom.
Grateful I always cleaned up after myself—and therefore certain the bathroom was meticulous—I hotfooted to the kitchen, where I proceeded to wipe off the worst of the dust. Although we were only in the beginning of July, we’d been without substantial rain for months. The dry conditions meant we were in for a long fire season. I didn’t handle wildfires, but—closer to home—we worried about structure fires igniting dry grass, fields, and the abundant trees that were everywhere in town.
The sound of the hot water turning off hit me.
Jesus. Either I’ve been standing here longer than I thought, or he just had the shortest shower on record.
I hung his coat on a hook near the front door and headed straight for my bedroom.
Only to come up short at the sight of the most stunning sight I’d ever beheld.
Ulysses. All gleaming dark skin. Still covered in water drops. One of which ran in a rivulet down his chest to his impressive abs. His sparse chest hair arrowed from his pecs to his happy trail and lower still.
I licked my lips. And tried to studiously avoid looking at his very uncovered cock. “Couldn’t find a towel?”
Right. Because that’s the most important thing at the moment. Good Lord.
He chuckled. “Why get a towel wet? I intend to make you sweat—and come like a freight train several times—so you’ll need to change the sheets anyway.” He gestured. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”
I started unbuttoning my shirt, and I headed toward my bedroom.
When Mom moved out, I’d bought a brand-new queen-sized bed. One I hadn’t brought many men to. I preferred going to their places. Or a cheap hotel if I wanted to stay the night in Vancouver. I wasn’t picky.
I tossed my shirt over the back of my reading chair and reached for the button on my jeans.
“Let me?” Ulysses’ deep voice resonated off the walls made of tree trunks. This house was old-fashioned that way. Constructed by hand fifty-five years ago.
“Sure.” I raised my hands to give him full access.
His smile was downright lascivious. He undid the button, lowered the zipper, and tugged.
Jeans and boxer underwear followed and soon pooled at my feet.
He knelt before me. “May I…?”
“Hell fucking yes.” My cock stuck out with interest.
He brushed his knuckles along my length.
Electricity arced through my body.
Meeting my gaze, he fingered my red pubic hair. “Cute.” Then, with little warning, he took me into his mouth.
