I gazed up at him. “Can’t? Or won’t?”
His jaw was pure granite, indecision painting a suddenly gruesome tale on his face. “It’s been a long time.”
Suddenly, the story behind of all his scars made me wonder. “Sure feels like everything is in working order under this zipper.”
“You don’t want to see what’s under these clothes. It ain’t pretty.” His voice was gruff with…shame?
I pushed his shirt up and followed the jagged line of his scar with the pad of my fingers. “What if I don’t really care about pretty?” I nipped at the skin beside the puckered flesh and his cock lengthened, if that was at all possible.
I jerked the tail of his belt out from the loops of his jeans, and the clink of the buckle was so damn loud in the room. Above my breathing, above the rush of blood in my head, above my racing heart.
The soundtrack from downstairs had faded and it was just us now.
He dragged me up off the floor and hoisted me up. “Wrap those legs around me, Hellcat.”
I did and yelped as he juggled me higher.
His night sky eyes were fierce now, the hint of pain and shame gone as if it had never existed. “Last chance.”
“Just get me naked already.”
He just grunted as he covered the length of my bedroom in no time to stretch me out on my bed, caging me in from every angle. His chest looming over me, pumping heat around me like a damn furnace. He straddled my lower thighs, holding me down while he slowly rolled up my shirt. His nose trailed up my stomach and between my breasts. His hair fell forward to tease my skin. The mix of the softness and his overwhelming strength made my heart hammer.
When he got to my breasts, he slowly trailed his nose around each curve before he dipped his tongue beneath the lace of my bra. I gripped his hips, teasing my fingers underneath the cotton of his shirt. I wanted more of his skin.
More connection.
His gaze lit mischievously as he noted the front clasp of my bra. He flicked it open with his teeth and groaned when it broke free, and he closed his teeth over one nipple. A gentle tug slowly became harder, and I hissed out a breath. Every bit of me throbbed from just one touch.
Starved for more.
He released my nipple and the corner of his mouth tipped up into something resembling a smile. But there was an edge to it that made my skin prickle. “How loud can you get, Hellcat?”
I squirmed under him. “How much do we want Amberly to know?”
He dragged his bearded chin across the tip as I whimpered. “Depends on you. You’re the one who started this crazy show.”
The idea of us putting on a show for my neighbor had me releasing a sputtering laugh. My back arched as his mouth covered my nipple and he did some tongue and teeth combo that had every nerve in my breast throbbing. “Okay, whatever you just did… Yeah.” He did it again, and my thighs squeezed tighter together as I shifted restlessly under him. “I’ll take more of that, please.”
“Is this how it’s going to go? A play by play?” He inched down the bed until his bearded chin coasted down my belly to the snap of my pants.
When I tried to reach for him, he avoided my touch.
Annoyed, I propped myself up on my elbows. “I mean, if you want me to call the game, I can.”
He jerked down my zipper and the calloused tips of his fingers skimmed down the vee of my bikinis to the triangle of hair hidden just below. He tucked his thumb into the silk and hissed at how soaked I was. “You weren’t kidding. You do really want this.”
“What, you thought this was some pity fuck? Or to get the job?” I tried to scoot back, but he clamped his knees around the outsides of my calves.
His hands gripped each of my thighs to stop me from pushing him away. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” Again, he sounded so unsure of this. As if the air wasn’t literally crackling between us. “I sure as hell didn’t think I’d be getting you under me today.”
I knew this wasn’t smart from a business standpoint, but I’d made it very clear I was on board with having sex, dammit. “You keep talking like that and you won’t.”
He inched his way down further until his knees were at the edge of the bed. He peeled down my jeans and tossed them over his shoulder. When I kicked out at him, he grabbed my foot and settled it against his belly. “For someone who keeps getting pissed when I call you Hellcat, that’s exactly what you are.”
“You just intimated that I was doing this for the job.”
“Many have, babe.”
Shock left me reeling. “You’ve been around a lot of shitty people, then.”
“Maybe.” He scored his fingers along the outside of my thigh to my panties then dragged them down my legs too. “But the hell of it is, you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He hooked my knee over his shoulder and lowered himself to the bed. “It makes up for that mouth. Now let’s see if I can get you to shut up for five seconds.”
“Is that all it’s going to take?”
He licked his lips, the blue of his eyes reckless and wild. No underlying anger. Then he dragged his chin over the triangle of hair above my pussy and drove his tongue inside of me without warning. Again, no preamble, and dear God, did he know what he was doing.
I arched up off the bed and my heel dug into his back. He gripped my ass and lifted me to his face like a damn meal. His tongue lashed one moment and stroked in the next, until I wasn’t sure which was coming. All of it was enough to drive me crazy.
I sunk my fingers into his hair and the room went fuzzy and dark for a few seconds before I realized I wasn’t fucking breathing. I gasped and his name ended in a shout as the first orgasm punched through me. His hold tightened and I knew I’d find bruises on my ass tomorrow.
Love bruises were the best bruises when an orgasm could be timed in under five minutes.
Hell, more like five seconds.
He stared up at me. His hair had fallen forward to hide his features.
Everything but those turbulent midnight eyes.
