She straddles me, the sheets rustling around us. “You got anythin’ against mornin’ breath?”
Cupping the back of her neck, I pull her down so I can taste her lips.
“That answer your question?” I ask when I finally let her come up for air. Before she can reply, I roll one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her eyelids flutter. Her hips grind against me, and fuck. This is going to be better than last night. “On your back, sweetness.”
She stretches out next to me. I can’t get enough of her scent. Or the way her body responds to my touch. Trailing my lips from her collarbone to her mound, I ignore the ache in my dick.
Her heels dig into the mattress when I position myself between her legs and part her slick folds. She’s already glistening for me. “So sweet,” I say against her clit. “Never going to get enough of you…”
Raelynn sucks in a breath. Shit. Too much. Too soon. I start tracing patterns over the tight little bundle of nerves, desperate to distract her from a promise I’ll never be able to keep.
By the time she’s panting, I’m barely holding on. “Inside me,” she rasps. “Now.”
I almost fall off the bed trying to shed my briefs. Rolling the condom over my length takes all my control. With a grin, Raelynn pushes me onto my back. “My turn to ride you.”
Holy hell, I didn’t think I could want her more than I did last night, but when she pins my wrists to the mattress, I realize how wrong I was.
She rolls her hips in such a way, I grit my teeth so I don’t shoot my load in under a minute. Our gazes lock, and time stands still.
Until she releases my right hand. “Touch me, Nash. Make me come with you.”
I find her clit as she squeezes her inner walls around me. My balls tighten, white hot pleasure consumes me, and when she cries out, I let myself fall along with her.
After a shower—where we barely managed to avoid major injury with round three—I watch her pull on a pair of black leggings, a bright red sports bra, and a gray sweatshirt. “I’ve got somewhere to be in an hour. But I’ll drop you at home first.”
“When should I come back to work on your heater? Tomorrow? Tuesday?”
She tosses a glance over her shoulder. “I’m at the dojo from noon to six tomorrow. But if you get here by ten, I’ll leave you a key to lock up when you leave.”
I gape at her. “You’d trust me with a key…?”
“Some reason I shouldn’t?” Raelynn finishes braiding her long, blond locks and turns to me, brows raised.
“Uh…no…” I take a step back under the power of her stare. “But you’ve only known me for a week.”
She gives me the side eye, her hands on her hips. “I’m a good judge of character. And after yesterday,” her voice softens, a hint of longing creeping into the tone, “trustin’ you? It ain’t a choice. I just…do.”
Chapter Twelve
Nash
“Can I buy you a coffee before you go…wherever…?”
The ride from Raelynn’s house was almost completely silent. Her confession seemed to confuse her, and she’s been uneasy since we left.
Her gaze pings from the car’s clock to me. “If I’m late, West will kick my ass.”
I offer her a hopeful smile. “Looks pretty empty in there right now. And Teresa’s working. She’ll have you on your way in less than five minutes. Park around the back. There’s always a space.”
I can’t read her. This morning, she was all sex and sass. Now, she wears her uncertainty like a second skin.
In the alley, I wrap my hand around hers, then lead her through the back door into the shop. A couple shares a scone at a corner table, and a woman with a laptop stares off into space by the windows, but it’s otherwise quiet. Sundays usually are.
“Morning, Nash!” Teresa says with a wide smile. “What’ll it be today?”
“I’ll take a double espresso. Raelynn?” I squeeze her fingers, hoping the promise of caffeine will ease the discomfort between us.
“Quad shot Americano.” Glancing around, she pulls her hand from mine when the bell over the front door jingles.
