He laughed. “Tinkle?”
“That’s what my mother told me was the name for a guy’s penis. You’d think at eighteen I’d know better.”
She wrapped trembling fingers around his dick and brought the tip to her mouth. For all his ability to hold back from coming, Jai wondered if he’d ever felt this desperate. She licked him. One soft lick with the flat of her tongue over his glans and his inhale sounded like a stuttering engine.
“I’m not very experienced at this,” she whispered. “If I do it wrong, tell me.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you can do with your mouth that I won’t like.” He stroked her wet hair.
She used the tip of her tongue to trace the veins running along his cock, and then took the top of his shaft between her lips and fluttered her tongue over and around it.
“Suck it,” he whispered.
“Are you going to give orders all the way through?”
“Are you going to do what I say?”
“No.”
He laughed. “I’ll try to keep quiet then.”
But she did suck, and his toes curled on the bottom of the tub as pressure built in his gut.
“There’s no way I’m going to get all that in my mouth,” she said.
“You could try.”
The sweet, hot suction made him suck in a breath. When she pumped her hand as she enveloped more and more of his cock, he began to lose himself in the sensation. He looked down to see her looking up at him and he wrapped his hands around her head. She played with him until his vision wavered and his knees shook and all he could think was, This is real. Not set up by Saul or Marta. He was with Summer because he wanted to be with her, coming because he wanted to.
A sharp pain flared at the base of his skull, flashed down his spine and set fire to his balls.
“Summer.”
His balls drew up tight, his cock swelled, jerked and he exploded into her mouth. He gasped with each wrenching spasm and for the first time in a long while he understood how much he’d been missing.
Deep inside he felt something stirring. The beginnings of hope.
When the last spurt had died away, she let him free of her mouth and he unclenched his fingers from her hair.
“Oh fuck,” he blurted.
She pushed to her feet and eyed him nervously. “Good ‘oh fuck’ or bad ‘oh fuck’?” She reached behind him to turn off the shower.
He wiped her mouth with his fingers and licked them. “What do you think?”
Her lips curved in a smile. “I’ll get better with practice.”
“That’s my girl.”
As the words came from his mouth, he wanted them back. He couldn’t let her read too much into this.
“I’ve never done that before.”
He was pretty sure his jaw hit the bottom of the tub and bounced.
“The odd lick, but not…all that. I read a lot. On those long Andean nights in my tent, it was just me and my e-reader. Amazing what you can learn from books.” She beamed at him. “I liked it.”
He laughed. “Good. So did I. Now it’s your turn. But I want you someplace comfortable.” He grabbed a couple of towels, wrapped one around his hips, one around her shoulders and once he’d stepped from the tub, he swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
It would have looked a romantic gesture if he hadn’t tripped over his shoes and thrown both her and himself onto the bed.
Chapter Six
Summer laughed as Jai landed on top of her.
“Shit, sorry,” he mumbled. “Have I squashed any important bits?”
He rolled so she lay on top of him then pulled the towel from her shoulders. She hadn’t missed the shadow that swept across his face when he’d called her “my girl” but no way would she let him see she was hurt he regretted saying it. She understood what he’d been telling her with his earlier reticence. She’d said that about not seeing him again because she’d rather it came from her lips than his, and a little bit of her meant it because it could never be as good as this again.
“You have some very hard bones.” She brushed her belly against his cock.
“Not broken, luckily.”
Jai was the one she’d chosen to help her step back into the world. But she was also pragmatic. No matter how well they got on, no matter how much she might wish it otherwise, now or afterward, this was a one-night stand—a one-day stand. Once they’d arrived in London, they’d go their separate ways. Jai back to the wife or girlfriend he denied he had, and Summer to her apartment with fingers crossed the tenant had moved out on schedule and not left the place a complete tip.
Assuming there wasn’t some pissed-off drug dealer waiting for her at Heathrow. Oh fuck.
Jai moved from beneath her, unwrapped himself from the towel and danced his fingers over her butt.
“I do like that dragon. Where did you get it done?”
“Tattoo convention in Bogota. I shouldn’t have really. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing because I’m not a spur-of-the-moment girl. If my family ever finds out, they’ll be horrified. Though I’m torn between wanting to horrify them and hoping they never see it. Well, if I don’t prance around in a bikini, I’ll probably get away with it.”
“Late-developer rebel?” he asked.
“Not sure about the late-developer part. I was never going to be picked to play Mary in the nativity play. I was asked to leave Brownies, not the right material for a prefect, and refused point-blank to make up the fourth in the family quartet, which meant my mother had to play.”
“But you waited until now to get the tattoo and the piercings?”
“It took a while for the desire to be a wild thing to catch up with the desire to make it happen.”
“The piercings follow the tattoo?”
“Yes. No one’s ever seen them before. Well, apart from a few hundred passengers on a jumbo jet but I don’t think they saw all of them.”
“I feel honored.” He grinned at her.
His mouth settled on her backside and when he licked the tattoo, she squirmed. He licked all the way up her back, then turned her over and slid his tongue into her mouth. Summer clutched at his shoulders and pulled him on top of her.
“I’m too heavy,” he muttered.
“No, I like not being able to breathe.”
When he tried to move, she yanked him down. “I mean it. I like you being on top of me.”
But he took his weight off her and rested on his forearms as they fed each other openmouthed kisses. Summer whimpered. He’d turned kissing into an art form. He probably did everything beautifully. Even farting. Tuneful phuts that would never smell. Oh god, where is my mind going?
He kissed her until she was little more than a limp noodle then settled at her side. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, letting her suck on those as he trailed his lips down her throat, along her collarbone and onto her breast. When his mouth settled over her nipple, he moaned louder than her. Lightning raced along her veins as he played with her piercings, sucking on them, tugging with his teeth until she arched off the bed.
Summer sucked harder at his fingers but when she reached for his cock, he caught her wrist.
“Let me play with you with no distractions,” he whispered.
She pulled his fingers from her mouth. “What I am supposed to do? Knit? Read a book? Do some origami?”
He rolled his eyes. “Why do I think you’re someone who’s never still? Just lie there and think—”
“Of England?”
He laughed, fluttered his tongue over the nipple he’d been licking and she sucked in a breath before his fingers slipped back into her mouth. As if she could think of anything but what Jai was doing to her. When he reached her navel, her skin quivered as if something were alive under there. He ran his tongue around it, pulled on the piercing with his lips, and she bit his fingers.
Jai pulled them from her mouth. “Ouch.”
“Sorry. Maybe I’d better have a piece of w
ood between my teeth.”
“This is supposed to be fun. I’m not sawing off your leg and my cock is fine where it is for a minute or two.” He dropped off the bottom of the bed, slid his hands under her calves and pulled her down.
“It is fun,” she exhaled the three words. “It really is. Really, really, really is.”
His silky hair brushed against her thighs and she gulped.
“Spread your legs, Summer.”
“I think you might have to help me with that. I seem to have temporarily lost use of the motor-function part of my brain.”
He laughed into her thigh and eased her legs apart. One swipe with his tongue over the folds of her sex and her hips bucked. She sizzled like water on a hotplate.
“Oh my god,” she mumbled.
Jai nuzzled between her legs, tugging on the metal that pierced the hood of her clit. She was determined not to explode too fast. That’s so good. She stiffened as he played with her, her toes curling, her hands—Oh crap, I’m pulling his hair. She tried to relax but it was impossible. Heat pooled low in her belly, her heart beat faster and her breathing quickened. One look at the dark-haired guy with his face buried between her legs and her muscles clenched.
“Jai,” she gasped.
He shifted his tongue over her clit so fast she didn’t just come, she broke into pieces. Her back bowed as intense waves of pleasure swamped her one after the other and stole the air from her lungs. After the last spasm died away, he crawled up to lie by her side. The look he gave her was so tender, a lump formed in her throat.
“Speechless?” he whispered.
“Broken.”
Jai laughed. “Well, that’s a pity. My broken bit’s mended.”
“Isn’t that just typical. Never in sync.”
“Have you ever been in sync, come at the same time as the guy?”
She shook her head. Not the moment to catalogue her fairly limited sexual experience.
“I like firsts.” He grinned.
He rolled to one side, snagged his pants from the floor and pulled a condom out of his wallet. He put it on so fast, Summer gaped at him.
“Did I black out for a few seconds? How did you put that on so quickly?” Then realizing what the answer would be, she backtracked. “Sorry. You can’t help doing things fast. It’s okay. I completely understand.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I’m deeply wounded by that comment. I lasted at least…three minutes in the shower, didn’t I?”
She snorted.
“Hey, whose fault was that, Miss Smart Mouth? And you’re not exactly a slowcoach.” He planted his knees between her thighs and positioned his cock at the entrance to her body. “I bet I can make you come twice before I do. Then I’ll make you come with me.”
She gulped. “You’re very sure of yourself.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m very sure of you.”
He pushed against her and stared into her eyes as he did it, holding on to her hips to keep her still as he slowly and carefully buried himself inside her. Oh hell, he’s big. His face taut with strain, he inched his way into her and every tiny movement sent lightning flashing down her veins. The moment he was as deep as he could go, his body over hers, he began to move, easing back to thrust long and deep and she rocked into him as he pressed into her.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered. “I didn’t bet money, did I?”
She could see the need in his face, the wildness in his eyes, the barely controlled lust tempered by what she knew was concern for her. He lifted himself up on his hands and she watched his cock sliding in and out of her, the condom slick with her cream. He changed the angle and rubbed against her clit with the next few thrusts, and she unraveled in an instant, her muscles clenching hard around him so that he grimaced.
“Jeeeeps,” she gurgled.
“What does that mean?”
“Can’t expect me to be coherent if you make me come like that.” She took a deep breath. “‘Jeeeeps’ is an expression of pure delight, of effervescent pleasure. A sexy expression with a hint of caramelized cranberries, mojito and roasted peanuts and the texture is exquisite. One beautiful hard bit.”
“Funny girl. That was one.”
“We coming together on two or three?”
“Next time.” He slid in and out of her in a lazy stroke, looking smug.
“Hmm. I feel cheated. I’m pretty sure you said you’d make me come twice before we came together.”
He growled and it vibrated through her. “Yeah, well I hadn’t anticipated you being quite such a firecracker. This time, okay?”
“Fine.”
He frowned. “What do you mean ‘fine’?”
“I’ve already come more than I do usually in a week.”
His eyes widened. “I thought you hadn’t been with a guy for nearly two years.”
“I managed without.” She felt her cheeks heat.
“You little monkey. I’d like to see how you did that.” He started to move again, slowly sliding in and then withdrawing to the point she thought he’d fall out, but he didn’t. “Except I’m currently too selfish because you feel so good.”
“I think I’m all orgasmed out.”
“No way.”
“You might make me come if you go wild.” She rubbed her thumbs over his angular hipbones, the soft skin taut under her fingers. “But then you might not.”
“No clues then.”
“If you make yourself happy then I don’t see how I can’t be happy.”
He froze and she watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall.
What the hell? “It isn’t all about pleasing me,” she whispered.
“I want it to be perfect.”
“Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. Nothing’s perfect.” Well, he was but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “Nobody’s perfect, though I’m pretty close.”
Jai’s lips curved in a smile. Oh god, you are gorgeous. He ought to be a model or something.
“Have you forgotten what to do?” she whispered. “In and out. Then repeat. Start slow and accelerate toward an explosive liftoff.”
He dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her as he began to drive his cock into her body. Summer put her arms around him and let her hands slide to his butt as he thrust harder and faster. She clenched her muscles around his shaft as he pushed in and tried to drag him back when he pulled out.
When she wrapped her legs around his back, the angle of his shunts changed and impossibly, she begin to coil again. She dragged her hands up and cupped his face as he powered into her. His balls slapped at her backside as she lifted herself to push back into him. She liked this wild Jai, his breathy gasps, the desperation in his gaze. He shifted his arms under her back so he could pull her up into his downward strokes and she bucked beneath him, the insistent rhythm and relentless friction driving her faster toward the crest of the wave.
“Fuck it, Summer,” he moaned. “You feel—oh fuck.”
As his cock swelled inside her, her muscles clenched so tightly she felt as though she’d been hit by a sunburst and welded to him. Liquid heat rolled through her, turning her into a ball of fire. She fell apart in a shower of white-hot sparks and felt him take flight with her as his cock pulsed and jerked.
“Yeeeesss.” They spoke at the same time.
Jai shuddered, his mouth hovering over hers as they gasped each other’s air. He rolled to one side and kept her tight against him, her heart pounding against his chest.
They kissed each other back to land, arms and legs entwined, and at the same time as Summer thought that had been lovely, she also suspected she’d made a terrible mistake. She was ruined. How could she ever want anyone else?
“That was…indescribable,” he whispered.
“Indescribable? I thought you were a writer? What would one of your demons say?”
He made her shake as he laughed. “Sex hot enough to set fire to the sheets. Literally. He’d have to reach for a glass of water to put out the fire.”
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��But maybe he threw the water on the woman too and when she got pissed off, he knew she wasn’t the one for him.”
“He could cook her a mean breakfast though. Fry eggs on his stomach.”
“That’s a winner for me. He’d have to be able to control his heat a bit though, otherwise he’d set fire to everything he touched,” she said.
“Maybe he can control himself fully with the right woman.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want him to. Maybe that’s when he realizes he’s found love.”
She buried her face in his shoulder before she could see what had to be his incredulous expression. What the hell am I doing, talking about love? She wanted to wipe away everything she’d said before about this only lasting a day, but she had no idea if Jai felt the same way.
He rolled off the bed to get rid of the condom in the bathroom then pulled her back into his arms and fell instantly asleep. Summer had never felt more awake in her life.
There had to be something wrong with him. Handsome, gorgeous body, lovely eyes, no wife, no girlfriend, a fascinating job and the sex was great. She didn’t get the feeling he was hiding something but she was easily fooled. Everything Jai had said could have been a lie. Was he married with kids and worked in a bank?
She stared at his face as he slept, longing to kiss those impossibly thick lashes, suck that sexy bottom lip between hers, lick the soft circles under his eyes. Much as she hoped she could see him again, she felt the need to memorize everything about him because something told her this was all she’d have.
A tremor ran through her. They wouldn’t even swap mobile numbers because there was no point pretending they’d stay in touch. He wouldn’t want to, and she refused to be predictable and expect him to. She’d not had sex for almost two years and he probably had it several times a week.
This was nothing to him and everything to her.
She exhaled a wobbly breath. Don’t lose it now. This had to remain what they’d set out to make it—an entertaining diversion, mutual submission to an irresistible attraction, a hot and sweaty one-night…day stand that would linger in some corner of their minds and make them smile at a point in the future when they remembered being stuck in the Philadelphia airport.
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