She turned, adjusted her glasses, and looked at me. “Are you sleeping with anyone right now?”
I’d had chances, plenty of them. Instead, I’d put myself on a self-imposed sex fast because … hell, I didn’t know why.
Yeah, ya do. Because the puck bunnies couldn’t hold up their end of the conversation, dude.
“Nope.” No point explaining. She might get the wrong idea.
“I imagine you’re tired?—”
I cut her off with a kiss. I would never be too tired for this. For her.
She gasped into my mouth and made a hot, needy sound that went straight to my balls. I grasped her ass and ground her body into my cock, the part of my anatomy that had craved this woman for weeks.
She drew back, her plump lips kiss-swollen, her eyes lust-stoked. “Just sex, Jason. I know we have this connection now because of the baby, but I’m not looking for anything more than what we’ve already agreed upon.”
I’d take that for now. Still, I couldn’t resist a dig. “So, I have my uses.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please don’t go all sad sack because you consider yourself objectified. I also happen to like you, which I never in a million years thought I would say. Feel better?”
This woman’s mouth would be my end. I fucking loved when she got all spiky and sassy.
“Thank you for acknowledging my male fragility.” And then I kissed her again.
After a minute of deep, desperate tonguing, I pulled back. “I need to lock up and set the alarm. You head upstairs. First door on the right.”
“Okay,” she murmured. “Don’t be long.”
I could say I raced through the shutting-up-shop routine because sex was in my immediate future, but I also made sure to double-check every window and door before setting the alarm because, for the first time, I had more than a few trophies to protect.
I had her.
She was already in my bed, lights low, covers up to her collarbones, when I slipped into the room. A peek of bra strap sent my mind spinning.
I unzipped my jacket and ripped it off, throwing it over the clothes she had folded neatly and placed on top of my dresser. A study in contrasts.
She held up a hand.
“Let me savor it.”
That just made me harder. Slowing down was not where I wanted this to go, but if that was her wish, I would suffer.
“How about you strip me?”
She swallowed and pushed back the covers. As she knelt up, my eyes feasted on her curvaceous body in a blue bra and panties. No tights in sight, thank God, but her abdomen was a little more rounded.
I moved closer to the bed and watched avidly as she curled her slender fingers in the waistband of my sweats.
She peered up at me. “Am I going too slow?”
“Thought that was what you wanted.”
“I don’t want to torture you.” A hitch at the corner of her mouth said otherwise.
“I can handle it. Can you handle me?”
She pulled my sweats down, slowly, and proved that she could indeed handle me. I bit back a groan.
“I’m not sure. You’re so … thick.”
