She felt herself grinning. “I’d say you’re really good at that.”
“I’m even better at the real thing,” he said cockily.
“Then I’d say you should get to it so I can judge where your best skills lie.”
He pushed his hands beneath her, grabbing her butt like he owned it, and said, “I like your bossiness.”
“I like your mouth,” she said sassily.
“You’re probably going to hate what comes out of it next,” he said a little seriously. “I wasn’t expecting to hook up when I left the house tonight. I’m usually prepared, but I don’t have protection. I don’t suppose…?”
The regretful look in his eyes made her laugh. “Mr. Armani isn’t prepared? Let me alert the media.”
“Aw man. You’re killing me,” he said as he rolled off her.
She tried to put on a straight face, but her laughter kept bubbling out as she straddled his lap. “I wonder if your friends know you’re a tease,” she joked, loving that Mr. Perfect was human after all.
“I’m just not the kind of guy whose goal in life is to have sex.”
“Oh, hm. I kind of thought that was our goal tonight.”
“Yeah, well, that’s different. I didn’t leave the cottage tonight seeking sex.”
She put her arms around him and said, “Are you clean, Armani?”
“Absolutely. How about you, sticky-note girl?”
“I wouldn’t have let you put your mouth all over me if I wasn’t.” She kissed him softly, then wiggled lower on his lap and started opening his belt. “I’m also on the pill.”
“You tortured me for no reason?”
She whipped his belt from the loops and tossed it across the room. “It was fun watching you squirm.” She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, licking her lips at the sight of his thick erection outlined by dark cotton. She was being so much bolder than ever before, but once again she didn’t care. If she had this big, beautiful man for only one night, she wasn’t going to waste a second of it.
Her pulse quickened as she climbed off him and pulled down the top of his briefs, revealing the broad head of his erection. Her mouth watered with the need to taste him, to feel his desire pulsing in her hand, to possess him as he’d possessed her, but she didn’t want to rush. She leaned forward and licked the head of his arousal.
He groaned and shoved his jeans and briefs down. Together they made quick work of taking them off. She pushed him flat on his back and licked him from base to tip, eliciting another appreciative noise. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and licked all around the crown.
“Fuck.”
“Don’t come,” she said softly, and then she lowered her mouth over his shaft.
“You’re playing with fire. I told you it’s been a while.” He gritted his teeth as she worked him with her hand and mouth. He ran his hands over her hair, moaning, his hips pulsing with every stroke.
“Tegan, baby,” he warned huskily, bringing her eyes to his.
The salacious look in his eyes made her want to drive him even crazier. “Don’t come,” she reminded him, and his jaw clenched.
With her eyes locked on his, she made a dramatic show of swirling her tongue around the head and down his shaft, making him groan again, before she finally took him into her mouth. She sucked and stroked, tight and fast, feeling him swell within her grasp. He reached down and grabbed the base of his cock.
“You’ve got to stop. I need to be inside you.” He swept her beneath him and said, “You make me crazy.”
“Good.” She played with his damp hair.
His lips curved up, different than she’d seen before, warmer, more intimate. He skimmed his hand down her side and said, “You really are beautiful. I wasn’t just blowing smoke.”
He said the sweetest things, and she tried not to let them affect her, but that was like trying to ignore the sun breaking through a cloudy day. She knew she shouldn’t make tonight into something it wasn’t, regardless of how much fun they were having and how right they seemed, so she said, more casually than she felt, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply as he aligned their bodies. The way he kissed her, passionate and thorough, made her even more aware of the rest of him. His powerful thighs pressed down on her, his cock nestled against her center, and his strong arms cradled her. His chest hair tickled, and his scruff scratched her cheeks as alluringly as it had her thighs. He smelled like sex and man, and he tasted like heaven. She’d never felt so aware of another being in her life. She held her breath in anticipation, but he didn’t thrust into her. He drew back, dusting kisses on her lips and cheek, all the way up to beside her ear. Every touch sent tingles skittering over her flesh.
He tucked his face beside hers, teasing the head of his cock along her center. When his hips finally pressed forward, he entered her slowly. She felt her body stretching to accommodate him as he took her inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
His arms tightened around her, and he exhaled a long breath, saying, “So good,” into her ear. He pushed in impossibly deeper as he leaned up, causing her to inhale sharply at the new angle. Their eyes connected and she felt the impact dead in the center of her chest. His brows knitted, as if he’d felt it, too, and like a flash of light, she saw the same curious confusion she felt rise in his eyes. She didn’t have time to ponder the thought as his mouth claimed hers, and they began to move, quickly finding their rhythm and giving themselves over to their passion. They ate at each other’s mouths, groping and clawing, moaning and pleading for more. She wrapped her legs around him, anchoring her heels against his hamstrings as he drove deeper, faster. Every thrust took her higher, sending her closer to the peak.
“Hold me tighter,” she said breathlessly.
He reclaimed her mouth—God, your mouth—as he pushed his hands beneath her ass, crushing her hips to his, and quickened his efforts. Blood pounded through her veins, whooshing in her ears. She dug her fingernails into his flesh as her orgasm crashed over her, and she cried out. He swallowed her sounds, continuing his masterful movements, keeping her at the peak so long she was sure she’d pass out from sheer ecstasy. And just as she started coming down from the peak, he slowed his pace, stroking over the secret spot that made her toes curl and her eyes clench tight. Electric shocks torched through her as she lost herself to another intense climax. His every muscle flexed, and he tore his mouth away with a growl, giving in to his own intense release. He pounded into her, making the sexiest noises she’d ever heard.
His thrusts slowed, and his head dipped beside hers, both of them breathless as their bodies carried them through the very last aftershock. She couldn’t let go, didn’t want him to roll away just yet. The way he held her, like she was precious and his, and the way their bodies fit perfectly together, made their connection feel soul deep.
Oh no, no, no. Where did that come from?
Her thoughts were still too hazy to figure it out, so she forced a lie to try to regain control of her stupid head and said, “I can’t breathe.”
“Sorry, babe.”
He rolled off her and she instantly missed the weight of him. This was silly. She wasn’t a clingy girl. She didn’t need or want a boyfriend. The man had literally fucked her senseless. She pushed herself up and said, “I’ll be right back,” and hurried into the bathroom.
God, Tegan. Get a grip!
After going to the bathroom and freshening up, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her heart was still hammering, and her hands were shaking. Her hair was a mess, her skin was flushed, and her makeup was smeared. She looked well fucked. She needed to snap out of the blissed-out state he’d left her in and reclaim reality.
She took a moment to scrub off her makeup and gave herself a good talking to.
It was a fuck.
That was all it was.
A fuck. A fling. Nothing more.
She inhaled a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Feeling a bit more in
control, she went back into the bedroom.
“You are so damn sexy,” he said as he stepped from the bed and gathered her in his arms. “My turn. Keep the sheets warm.”
She watched his fine, naked ass as she climbed into bed. A slew of horrible thoughts sailed through her mind. What if he was trying to figure out how to get the heck out of there? He wouldn’t have said to keep the sheets warm if that was the case. Great, now she was even more nervous. Should she sit up? Lie down? Try to look sexy? She quickly shifted in a few different positions, all of which felt awkward and posed. She was just sitting there, probably appearing as worried as she felt when he came out of the bathroom looking beyond gorgeous, all lean and handsome, his thick shaft hanging temptingly between his legs. She couldn’t have held on to a single thought if she’d wanted to as he joined her beneath the sheets and pulled her closer, kissing her softly. He shifted them lower on the bed, so they were lying on their sides, his arms around her.
“That was amazing,” he said with a hint of awe.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “You really are good at everything.”
He leaned up on his forearm, gazing down at her with a sinful and somehow also mischievous grin. “That’s a two-way street, beautiful.”
“We’re really good at everything,” she said as he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her so deeply, all her best parts tingled with anticipation.
He drew back and nipped at her lower lip. He grazed his teeth along her jaw, and she felt him go hard against her as he said, “We’re excellent, in my opinion.”
His warm breath sent goose bumps over her flesh. She was not going to let her head get carried away this time. She needed to take control. She pushed his chest, taking him down on his back, and said, “Maybe we should go for round two,” as she straddled his hips. “Just to see if we can elevate our status from excellent to mind-blowing.”
He grabbed her waist, his hips rising as she sank onto his hard length. They both moaned. Sparks ignited in his eyes as he ground into her.
“We’re going to need much hotter words than excellent and mind-blowing,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Because we are on fire.”
Chapter Six
JETT AWOKE TO the sounds of angry weather pummeling the windows and soft sighs coming from the warm, and wonderfully naked, beauty sleeping in his arms. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up with a woman in his arms, but he knew for certain it wasn’t with anyone like the sexy, funny vixen cuddled up beside him.
Tegan made a sleepy sound and threw her leg over his, snuggling closer. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and ran his hand down her back, cupping her ass. She made another sexy sound and palmed his erection.
“Well, good morning to you, too,” she said groggily.
He chuckled for the millionth time since he’d met her. “Good morning, sunshine.”
She lifted her face, blinking sleepily. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. She sighed dreamily and said, “I love being in bed, don’t you? It’s so toasty and comfy.”
He had a feeling the foolish smile he felt on his lips would be there all day, on his way to Boston and on the flight to Chicago. The thought hit with a pang of regret. “I’m usually up with the sun,” he said a little absently.
She pressed a kiss to his chest and said, “That’s because you don’t have a Tegan in your bed.”
“That’s the damn truth.”
She got up on all fours, her golden hair tumbling around her face. “We could get out of bed if that’s what you want.” She crawled toward the edge of the bed, giving him a glorious view of her ass.
“Like hell we can.” He snagged her by the waist, sweeping her beneath him, both of them laughing.
He moved down her body, cherishing and devouring the dips and curves he’d memorized last night. She fisted her hands in the sheets as he took his fill. Her heels dug into the mattress as he focused on the spot that had driven her wild last night. She came hard, clawing at his shoulders and crying out unabashedly. He got as much pleasure out of making her writhe and plead and from hearing his name sail wantonly from her lungs as he did from having her hands and mouth on him. He loved his way back up her body, slowing to taste and tease her belly and ribs, earning sexy giggles. Man, he loved that sound. He kissed a path to her breasts, taking his time cherishing each one, turning those giggles to sultry moans as he brought her to the verge of coming again. He held her there, on the edge of release, until she was begging, rocking beneath him, the need in her voice too much to deny. Their bodies came together fast, and there was no holding back. They were breathless and greedy, and he wished he could freeze time and revel in the all-consuming oneness that carried them both over the edge.
They collapsed to the mattress, sated and spent, their hands joined between them.
“We should win a gold medal for that,” Tegan panted out.
Sex had never been so fun. “Hell, yeah, we should.”
“What time’s your flight?”
“Twelve forty, out of Boston.” He reached for his watch, which he’d put on the nightstand sometime during the night. “Shit. I’ve got to get going. It’s almost eight.” He couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t want to face the week ahead, but all he wanted to do right then was bask in Tegan, enjoy her sweet, sinful body, devour her hot, willing mouth, and revel in her sunny disposition. He wanted to spend the day joking about stupid things and volleying sexy banter, not driving to Boston, flying to Chicago, and spending hours preparing for a meeting.
Which was exactly why he needed to leave. He couldn’t afford to be sidetracked.
He gave her a chaste kiss and climbed out of bed. “You’re a dangerous woman. I’ve got to shower and pack.” He moved swiftly around the room, snagging his clothes from the floor, chastising himself for getting so caught up in her. In this weather it would take forever to get to Boston. “Shoes…?”
Tegan pointed across the room as she got out of bed. Her hair was tangled from his hands, and her lips were pink from their kisses. She didn’t even try to cover up her nakedness, and he really liked that, too.
She stood with one knee bent, her toes curled under, twirling the ends of her hair around her finger, looking as innocent as she was sexy. “You could save time and shower here,” she said sweetly. “With me.”
His chest constricted. He dropped his clothes and said, “Fucking dangerous isn’t the right word.” He strode across the room and hauled her over his shoulder. She laughed as he carried her into the bathroom. “You’re the worst and the best influence I’ve ever met.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” she said cheekily.
He bit her butt cheek as he turned on the shower, causing her to shriek and kick her feet. As he lowered her down his body, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him like a monkey to a tree.
“We’ll be quick,” she promised.
He carried her beneath the warm water. He was already hard, and as she slid lower, taking every inch of him into her tight body, he practically growled, “The hell we will.”
THEY WEREN’T QUICK, and they were very dirty. Jett was still half hard as they hurriedly dressed, thinking about Tegan on her knees in the shower sucking him off. Those big blue eyes staring up at him, challenging him to thrust deeper. Fuck. He was going to lose it just thinking about her.
“Hurry!” she said as she pulled on a sweatshirt. She grabbed his phone and shoved it in his back pocket as they rushed down the stairs.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and wrapped her in his arms, slowing down long enough to kiss her the way she deserved to be kissed, deeply and appreciatively. She was standing on the bottom step, which made her closer to his height, but she still went up on her toes. His hand slid to her ass. The thin material of her leggings only added fuel to their raging inferno. She made one of her sultry noises, and his freaking cock throbbed to attention.
“I’m never getting out of here if you keep making those noises.�
� He brushed her wet hair away from her face and said, “We should do this again sometime.”
“When are you coming back to the Cape?”
“In two weeks for the wedding.”
She pressed closer and said, “Do you have a date?”
“No. I don’t really date.”
“Oh,” she said with a hint of disappointment. “Well, I don’t have time to date, either, with the move and the business and everything. But maybe we could do this again after the wedding?”
Damn she was cute when she was nervous. He touched his lips to hers and said, “What are you proposing? Another hookup?”
She shrugged one shoulder. “Well, we are friends now, and we’re both busy. I kind of like these benefits…”
“Miss Fine, are you asking me to be your fuck buddy?”
“No,” she said, her cheeks turning crimson. “I hate that term.”
“So, you’ve had an arrangement like that before?”
“Oh my gosh, no!” She tried to pull away. “Forget it. It was a dumb idea.”
He tightened his hold on her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, bringing her eyes back to his. “I was kidding. I haven’t done a friends-with-benefits relationship before, either. How would that work, exactly? No commitments? We just get together when I’m in town?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, but I know people do it. I can ask my friend Izzy back home. I think she has that kind of arrangement with a guy she knows from Boston.”
“You’re so fucking cute. Do not ask your friend. We can make our own rules, but we’ve got to be quick or I’ll miss my flight.”
“Okay. Well, um…obviously no commitments.”
“Right. I’m good with that. But I don’t share. If you’re sleeping with me, you’re sleeping with only me.”
She laughed softly. “I bet you must have been fun in the sandbox. That would be a very possessive friend-with-benefits setup, which is called a boyfriend.”
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