“I’m keeping these on,” I murmur, watching the way her body reacts to the rough fabric. “Gonna let them tease your clit and hold the cum I plan on spilling inside you.”
She exhales shakily. “Why are you doing this?”
I tilt my head, trailing my fingers up the soft, dimpled skin of her inner thigh. I answer her question with one of my own.One that’s been burning in my mind since the moment she walked into my backyard with a dress half zipped and lips red like blood.
“Were you going to bring him back here tonight?”
Her breath catches and she genuinely looks surprised by the question. “No.”
I spread her legs wider, lifting them slightly, watching the way her pussy glistens in the dim glow of the fire. The thin strip of lace does nothing to cover her, and with it pushed aside like this it’s the best fucking view I’ve looked at all day.
Buildings can be beautiful when you’ve constructed them correctly. Even furniture, restored in the hands of a gifted carpenter like me, can bring a sense of awe. But nothing will compare to a beautiful woman, surrendering her body for a man’s taking.
I drag my thumb over her entrance, teasing and testing how wet she is. I can feel the dampness against the pad of my digit. “Would you have taken him back to your place? If your electricity wasn’t out tonight?”
She rolls her lip between her teeth but doesn’t give me an answer. She doesn’t need to. I already know what her plan was for tonight. Whether she would have followed through on it or not, that I can’t get a read on.
The night she spent with me two weeks ago got her “back in the game,” and now she’s thinking about letting some random asshole—somenew guy—take her home all because she had one, hot night with me.
I’m happy for her. She’s willing to give someone a chance. She isn’t closing herself off to the possibility of love in the future.
But I’m also, selfishly, unexplainably, wildly jealous. Because for the past two weeks, all I’ve thought about has been her. And I know it was supposed to be just one night. I understand that I haven’t seen her in two weeks, but I’ve been busy between therenovations in New York and the deadlines and budget issues plus the homes I’m remodeling in Brookhaven.
And even more than that, I didn’t think she wanted anything more from me.
We’ll see how she feels after this.
I lower my head, licking a slow, wet line from her opening across to her clit. Her entire body shudders with the sensation, knees twitching, hips rocking upward instinctively like she needs more friction from me.
I smile against her clit but don’t touch it again. “Hold still and let me taste you.”
This time, she listens.
I push my tongue as deep inside her as it’ll go, groaning when her walls squeeze around the intrusion. Her sigh is breathy, needy, and I rock my nose back and forth against her, covering myself in her scent, reveling in how she tastes.
Fucking sweet.
I slide two fingers into her at the same time, feel the way she clamps down around me, pumping them in and out, watching them disappear inside, only to reappear just as slick and wanting as before.
“Tell me about him,” I say as I hold my fingers up in the firelight behind us so that she can see how drenched she is for me.
She barely registers the words; she’s too lost in the pleasure she’s trying to chase through her rolling hips.
“Really?” she gasps when I lower my mouth and flick her clit, then nip at it harshly to get her attention.
“Pay attention.” I let my breath hit her in a sharp puff of air where she’s desperate for more, but I wait. I don’t suck on her. “I could go down on you for the next four hours until my jaw locks on your clit and you can’t leave. But I won’t. I wanna know if he’s a good guy. Whether he’s worthy of you evenconsidering bringing him to my house.”
She exhales. It’s shaky and I notice that her hands are curling into the rug beneath her like she’s trying not to lose her grip. “Um… he works in construction. Does roadwork between here and New York City.”
A growl rips through my chest. “Construction?” She picked someone with the same job as me?
That makes it even worse.
I hook my fingers deeper inside her while I pinch one of her brown, puffy nipples, rolling it between my fingers just rough enough to pull a sharp gasp from her lips.
“Wrong answer,” I say.
She blinks up at me, chest heaving. “Why?”
