Call Me, Irresistible

by Jess Bryant

  He did as she said and the sight of her nearly undid him on the spot. She was all long, lean limbs and full, lush curves. She wasn’t some shy little thing because she had absolutely no reason to be. She knew she was gorgeous because she worked hard for her body, just like he did, and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She was so damn beautiful it hurt to look at her and he wanted to do a whole lot more than just look.

  “We’re going to do everything you ever imagined while you were touching yourself and thinking of me.”

  “Yes, please.” She breathed as he tore at the button on his jeans, her attention focused solely on his hands as they worked to rid him of his pants.

  When he was completely naked and standing at the foot of the bed, she hissed out a breath. Her breathing had ticked up again and her breasts bounced with every breath. She licked her lips and his rock hard cock twitched in response. It knew that was the exact image he’d conjured up in the shower to get off and he was so damn close just looking at her it was scary, particularly when she grinned up at him again.

  “I always wondered back in school why the guys on the baseball team called you Shane the snake Lowry. Now I guess I know.”

  He barked out another laugh but had to grip the base of his cock, hard, to keep himself in check when she rolled up onto her knees and crawled towards him. He was too close. It had been way too long since the snake in question had experienced anything other than his hand and having the woman of all his secret dreams crawling towards him, looking hungry… damn it he’d never last if he let her fulfill that particular fantasy.

  “Lemon.” He bit out a warning.

  “Shh,” She whispered, “Don’t scare the snake away.”

  He snorted at her humor but still gripped her hair, tight, when she tried to duck her head towards his groin, “You said no foreplay.”

  “I meant for me. I don’t need it. I’ve been wet since I felt this through your pants that day in the yard. I wanted it then. Right then, right there, if you’d asked I would have ridden you right there in the rain.” Her hand circled him just above his own and he groaned as his eyes slid shut. “But let’s face it, you prefer ordering me to asking.”

  He made a pitiful sound that didn’t sound human when she stroked him.

  “So order me not to if you really want me to stop.” She whispered.

  He didn’t. Of course he didn’t. She’d known he wouldn’t. Not only that but he must have loosened his grip on her hair because a second later her tongue was tracing the swollen, sensitive head of his cock.

  “Fuck.” He growled as his head fell back and pleasure raced down his spine.

  “Now who’s impatient?” Lemon hummed and he could hear her smile even if he couldn’t see it.

  Then she slid her mouth around him and he lost all coherent thought. All he could think was a jumble of words. Hot. Wet. Soft. Heaven. He groaned as she sucked at him and then licked and tongued at his slit, making him curse again. She slid her teeth delicately but with just the slightest sting over the sensitive spot just under his crown and his hips bucked uncontrollably. He was almost certain she giggled while she was deep-throating his cock and the vibrations made his balls pull back dangerously.

  “Fuck. Baby. No.” He forced himself to tug on her hair and she reluctantly let his cock slip from her mouth with an illicit sounding pop. “Too good. Jesus, it’s too good. I don’t want to come yet.”

  Lemon rose up on her knees so they were almost at eye level again and kissed him softly, “You can come when you’re inside me.”

  “Fuckin’ hell, Lemon.” He shoved her back on the bed and followed her down, looming over her, “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble. Tell me you have a condom, please, because I don’t carry them but if I don’t get inside you I’m gonna go crazy.”

  “No need. I’m covered.” She panted against his mouth as she writhed beneath him. “Shane, please.”

  “Are you sure?” He hesitated but she didn’t. Lemon wrapped her hand around him again and guided the head of his cock to her warm, wet entrance. He groaned, or possibly whimpered. He wasn’t entirely sure. “Fuck, Lemon, be sure about this.”

  She didn’t answer him. Or she did, only in the most Lemon way possible. She didn’t wait for him. She just did what she wanted. She guided him to her entrance and then simultaneously pressed her hips upwards and pulled him down against her until he was sliding inside her warm, tight body.

  “Oh, yes, that’s it.” She moaned as she pulled her hips back and pushed up again, taking another inch of him. “Shane…”

  His body automatically responded to her need, pushing deeper. She was so tight they both gasped and he quickly retreated again. He kissed her as he pushed inside again and again, taking her deeper with each thrust as their tongues and breath tangled. And then he was there, seated deep inside her, and they both moaned as their bodies simply reacted to one another.

  They slid together faster. Harder. So hard that he had to stop kissing her. She bounced beneath him on the bed and raised one arm to the headboard to push herself back down when he drove up into her. When their bodies slicked with sweat and began to slide together he pushed up onto his arms and watched as he drove in and out of her again and again.

  She was perfect and this moment felt somehow… inevitable.

  All of this, him and Lemon and the kissing and the touching and the sparks that threatened to burn them both alive now. It all felt inevitable. As if no matter how long he’d fought it, he would have ended up right here anyways. With her. Naked and wrapped around each other. Joined.

  “Lemon. Look at me.”

  Her eyelids fluttered open at the order and he felt a surge of emotion in his chest. There it was. The thing he’d been missing. It was right there in her eyes and he knew she felt it too. The connection between them. It wasn’t just heat and sparks and sexual awareness. It was more than that because there was also fondness and familiarity and friendship. This, whatever this was, it wasn’t a one-night stand.

  A small smile tilted up her lips, “Always bossing me.”

  He would have chuckled but she did something with her muscles that made her body squeeze him even tighter and he nearly bit off his own tongue. He lowered himself back down so he could kiss her smart mouth. She kissed him back and when she sighed, he dragged her plump flesh between his teeth, making her moan and squirm.

  “You like me bossing you around.” He smirked when her body tightened around him again, “And I’m gonna prove it.”

  “I don’t…” She started but when he punched forward hard and ground against her clit she gasped.

  “Come for me Lemon.” He ordered and watched the play of emotions run the gamut across her beautiful face.

  Defiance. She didn’t want to prove him right. Desperation. She was so close she could feel it already. And finally, delight, as her body gave in and she let go, giving them both what they really wanted.

  “Shane.” She cried his name, the breath catching in her throat, and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

  Her climax rolled over her in waves, making her thrash and buck beneath him and he was powerless to do anything more than lose himself to the power of it. Her body tugged at him, pulling him deeper until he slammed inside her one last time and gave up his own release. He thought he said her name, said something, but he couldn’t be sure what it was because the world went white with pleasure as he exploded.

  He came to a few moments later, at least he hoped it was only a few moments later because he’d collapsed atop Lemon and he knew he must be crushing her. The room was hot and smelled of sweat and sex and them. And he knew that he needed to move. Get off her. At least pull out.

  But Lemon was stroking his hair, petting him really, as her heartrate was guiding his to slow down. And he didn’t want to move, or leave, not this house or this room or this bed or even her body, because he knew if he moved it would break the spell of contentment and dare he say happiness that
cocooned him.

  “That was fun.” Lemon sighed a few moments later, her fingers still tangled in his hair.

  He chuckled, “Yeah, it was.”

  And he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had fun, not like this. Had he ever laughed during sex? Joked around? He didn’t think so. It wasn’t just the release of the sexual tension that had been crowding them for days. It had been fun because they had fun together, enjoyed each other.

  He liked her. Oh, he liked her a lot. Probably too much considering she’d be leaving again any day now but it was too late to stop it and he didn’t want to. He liked her and he wasn’t going to regret anything they did in the little amount of time he would get to spend with her. He only knew he’d regret it if he didn’t enjoy this, whatever it was.

  “Mmm, the kind of fun you want to have again?” Lemon was biting her lip again when he managed to push up enough to look at her and he grinned.

  “I’m not a kid anymore so you’re gonna have to give me a little recovery time, babe, but yeah…” He kissed her softly, “I’d like to do that again.”

  Her smile was downright dazzling, “How much recovery time are we talking about, old man? Because I was thinking…”

  A bright light flashed through the room and a moment later the sound of something mechanical working below them started up. The whirring of an engine rattled somewhere nearby and it took him a moment to put it together. Headlights. Garage door.

  “Your parents are home.” He groaned as he dropped his head back onto her shoulder.

  “Oh my God.” Lemon giggled, “There’s a phrase I never thought I’d have to dread again.”

  He chuckled and forced himself to do at least one responsible thing tonight, “We should get dressed and I should get going. It’s going to be awkward enough explaining why I’m here. I’ve never done the walk of shame before.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t mean literally, Lem. I’m not ashamed we…”

  “No. Not that.” She threw his shirt at him as the sound of a door opening downstairs echoed through the house, “You’re not going out there.”

  “Of course I am. I have to go home.”

  “Then go out the window.”

  “You’re joking.” He laughed and then saw the look on her face after he’d pulled his jeans up, “You’re not joking. Jesus, Lemon, I’m not going out the window like some felon. We’re adults that just had amazing, hot, consensual sex. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “Lemon!” An all too familiar voice called from what sounded like the staircase, “Honey, we’re home. Are you still up?”

  She winced and lowered her voice as she tugged her own clothes back into place, “Yeah, okay, but here’s the thing… this is still my parents’ house and they like you, Shane. They really, really like you. You’re the nice boy they’ve known all his life that grew up into an incredible man and a good cop and a great father. Do you really want to go downstairs reeking of sex because they’re going to figure out you just banged their daughter into the mattress in her childhood bedroom and all that respect you’ve earned is gonna go out the window instead.”

  He groaned and rubbed his eyes, “Well, hell, when you put it like that…”

  “Go out the window? Please?” She pouted and he rolled his eyes.

  He was so goddamned crazy about this girl. He was actually considering it. Him, Shane Lowry, father of three, police deputy, and grown ass thirty-four year old man. He was about to crawl out a window just because the girl he liked asked him to.

  “You’re impossible.”

  “Pretty please?” She batted her lashes and he laughed.

  “Your parents don’t like me, Lemon. They love me. And I intend to keep it that way.” He dragged her into his arms and kissed her deeply, twining their tongues and leaving absolutely no doubt when he pulled back that this wasn’t over, “I’ll see you in the morning for our run.”

  “I can think of better ways to get our cardio in.” Her answering grin was dirty and suggestive and so damn sexy he would have kissed her again if she hadn’t shoved him towards the window while throwing his shoes at him, “The lattice on the corner of the house will hold your weight. You can climb it down. Be careful.”

  “Lemon, honey?” Her mother’s voice from just outside the door now.

  He turned back from the roof and snuck one more kiss as he whispered, “Of course you know escape routes. Troublemaker.”

  She shut the window in his face and he swallowed a laugh as he ducked around the side of the house. From his spot there, leaning against the wall to put on his shoes, he could hear Lemon answer the door. Her mother said something about hearing voices and Lemon lied about having the television on. Lorna didn’t sound too convinced when she pointed out there was no TV in the room and Shane had to cover his mouth to keep back a laugh when Lemon said she’d meant her phone, duh.

  At some point he’d have to tell her that her old lingo was a dead giveaway she was lying. Someday. Maybe. After she’d told him all of her secrets.

  Chapter Nine

  Lemon tried desperately to appear calm and casual as Shane walked towards her. Half-naked Shane in nothing but his running shoes and shorts. She bit her lip to try and quell the dreamy little sigh that wanted to escape at the sight of him. Half-naked Shane made her want fully-naked Shane so bad she ached.

  But she played it cool.

  She didn’t rush towards him. She didn’t throw herself at him. She didn’t tackle him to the ground and kiss him right then and there.

  She waited, patiently, by the mailbox as he checked for traffic before crossing the street towards her. Because she could be patient, no matter what he said. And besides, she wasn’t entirely sure he would welcome her jumping his bones in broad daylight.

  The truth was, she didn’t make a single move towards him because she was scared. Because after she’d shoved him out the window last night, loneliness had begun to creep back in. Loneliness and dread and questions that she didn’t have the answers to because she had no idea what last night had meant.

  Was it just a one-night stand? Had he gotten her out of his system now? Would he act as if nothing had changed between them this morning? Could she handle it if he blew her off?

  Her life was a mess. Her emotions were a wreck. And now she’d added confusing, impossible feelings for her childhood crush to the mix. Not her smartest move. Not by a longshot. Not when giving in to how much she wanted him last night only made her want him more today.

  “Lemon.” Shane stopped directly in front of her and heat flashed in his eyes as he looked her up and down, “That’s what you’re wearing to go running today?”

  She nodded.

  His jaw tensed and he sucked in a breath through his nose. She fought a smile. The last few days she’d worn the outfits she packed and brought with her but those were dirty and she hadn’t felt like doing laundry. She’d rummaged through her old clothes that were somehow magically still in her dresser and stumbled across a pair of her old high school running shorts and a white sports bra. So she’d tossed them on. Even though they were about a size too small. And her ass and breasts both overflowed the material. In truth it would be horribly uncomfortable to run in this bra but it had this nifty little zipper between her breasts and she’d loved the idea of teasing Shane with the getup. Mission accomplished from the way his jaw was jumping and his breathing had already kicked up.

  Yeah, he still wanted her.

  “You ready to go then?” She asked as innocently as she could as she stepped off the curb, giving him a view of her ass.

  “Lemon.” He growled and she gasped as a big, warm hand wrapped around her waist, jerking her backwards. He slid in close behind her, notching his body into every arch and curve of her back until she could feel the beginnings of an erection against her ass. He leaned in close and growled next to her ear, “One of these days, you’re gonna push me too far and I’m going to take you over my knee and spank this tight little ass you keep
teasing me with.”

  She bit her lip to stifle a moan and squirmed back against him. She didn’t try to get away. Not at all. She only wanted more of this. His hands on her skin. His breath in her ear. The hum of sexual energy and fire that lit her up from the inside out and made her wet and achy and needy.

  “Promise?” She teased as she let her head fall back on his shoulder.

  “Trouble.” He nipped at her ear and she could feel his smile.

  “I think you like my kind of trouble.”

  “I like…” He cut himself off with a curse and shoved her, hard.

  She stumbled forward, out of his embrace and squeaked as she nearly fell. She heard him curse again behind her as she tried to catch herself. Her knees were weak and her own weight felt heavy and wrong after leaning on him but she managed to right herself and spun around to stare at him.

  “What the…”

  “Run, Lemon.” His eyes were still flashing with heat and fire but instead of stepping forward and closing the space between them again he stepped backwards.

  “What?”

  “Take off running, right now.”

  She scoffed at him, “Why?”

  “Because if you keep standing there, we’re about to have a really awkward conversation considering the hard-on I’m sporting and your impossibly sexy running outfit.” He nudged his chin over her shoulder and she followed his gaze.

  There was a car coming down the street towards them. She didn’t recognize it but he clearly did and he wanted her gone when it turned into his driveway. And she knew it was about to turn into his driveway because he cursed again before the blinker came on. As the car rolled past them she got a glimpse of the driver and felt her stomach drop out.

  “Okay.” She agreed through a suddenly tight throat, “But don’t forget to come and catch me, okay?”

  Shane managed a small, soft smile, “Never.”

  She bit her lip and watched him drop his head and start back across the street. Lemon forced herself to look away as a familiar looking blonde woman stepped out of the car and smiled at Shane. The other woman said something to him that made him grin back even as he flipped her off and Lemon felt sick to her stomach. She forced her legs to start working, to carry her away from the sight of Shane and his ex-wife laughing together.