“Fuck,” he swore, pulling away from her mouth to stare down at her. “How can they be even more perfect than I remember?”
“I don’t know,” she said with a small laugh. “It’s only been a few hours since you saw them. I promise they didn’t change in that time.”
“Perfect,” he muttered, cupping his hands around her breasts gently.
She moaned, the sensation of his rough hands against her sensitive skin almost overpowering. The sensory overload hit her hard. She enjoyed a good fondle during foreplay, but she’d never had someone pay such loving attention to her breasts. August touched, caressed them like they were the most precious gift he’d ever been given.
Smart man. Her boobs were a pretty great gift, if she said so herself.
August bent his head, mouth opening. When his lips closed over her right nipple, she cried out, hands fisting in those gorgeous red locks of his. She pressed his head against her, reveling in the way this man could play her body like a fiddle. She might just die of pleasure before all this was over, but what a wonderful way to go.
But before this party got started, Mo knew there was one more thing they had to discuss.
“Con—ooooo!” She moaned when August bit down slightly, the sharp sting sending a zing of pleasure straight down between her legs to all her good parts. “August, wait a second.”
His head popped up, and she lamented the loss of his wickedly talented mouth on her breast, but this was important.
“What?” His heated gaze dimmed, concern filling his eyes. “Change your mind?”
His hands started to slide away, but she tightened her grip on his head, pulling him back to her until they were nose and nose. “Not a chance in hell, but before we go to bone town, there’s something we need.”
His nose wrinkled as a short burst of laughter left him. “Bone town? Now who’s killing the mood?”
What? What was wrong with bone town? It was accurate, funny. She had a theory that people would enjoy sex a lot more if they embraced the hilarity of it. The movies tried to make it all sensual and dramatic, but there was fumbling with clothing, sweat, awkward positions, and sometimes the dreaded unintentional bodily sounds. Sex was funny. The more you laughed, the more you were doing it right. At least, that’s what she always thought.
“Well, if you’re no longer interested…”
She started to pull away with a sly smile, but August grunted, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He pressed her back against the wall, her body trapped between the cool plaster and his hot body.
“Does this feel like I’m not interested?” he asked, pressing himself against her.
The new position put all the good bits into contact, and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. The man was most definitely very, very interested.
His mouth went to her neck, taking little love bites as he ground himself against her.
“Now what do we need?”
What? Was he speaking? All she could hear was the rushing of blood in her ears as August drove her out of her mind. Every nerve in her body was poised on the edge of explosion and she didn’t even have her pants off yet.
Yup. She was definitely dying tonight.
La petite mort.
“Moira,” he whispered in her ear, nuzzling the sensitive spot under her lobe with the tip of his nose.
“Huh?”
“You said we needed something?”
Needed something? All she needed was him inside her in the next five—oh, right! They did need something.
“Condoms,” she panted out, suddenly unable to catch her breath as his hand started caressing her breast again. “I’ve got some in my room.”
“Hmmmm.” He continued the assault on her senses as he spoke. “I love a woman who’s prepared, but as down as I am for this, there is no way I am having sex in that trash heap you call a bedroom. I’ve got condoms in my room.”
“Hey!” She smacked him on the ass. Mostly because she wanted to feel his ass. Nice. You could bounce a quarter off that thing. She’d have to try that later. “Do you often insult the woman you’re intimate with?”
“I didn’t insult you; I insulted your room.” He pulled back to stare in her eyes, the grin on his face so wide, she could see those delicious dimples. “Besides, your bed is a full. I have a queen in my bedroom, and we’re going to need the space.”
She swallowed hard. “We are?”
“Oh yeah, Sunshine. We are.”
“Oh, so you can dole out nicknames, but I can’t?”
His hands moved down to her ass, holding and squeezing as he moved them off the wall and headed down the hallway toward his bedroom. Wow. She’d never had a man carry her like this before. They often wanted to because she was so short and they got off on being the big strong man or whatever, but she didn’t really go for that damsel in distress type thing. But with August, she didn’t feel weak. She felt powerful, like a goddess, and he was put on this earth only to worship at her feet, attend to her every desire.
Yes, please!
“How about you give me a new nickname in the morning?”
“In the morning?”
She glanced up at him as he gently placed her down on his large, comfy bed. Dang, this thing was plush. What did he have on here, some kind of cloud-filled mattress pad?
“The morning.” He nodded, placing one knee on the bed beside her as he crawled up her body like a tiger approaching its prey. “Let’s see if I can erase ‘grumpy’ and earn a more…desirable adjective.”
She had no doubt he could. Her mind was currently conjuring up several, in fact. Sexy, tantalizing, arousing, breathtaking, scintillating…the list went on.
“May I?” he asked, indicating her top that had somehow maneuvered its way all the way down to her waist and now sat above her leggings like a fluffy belt.
“Please do.”
He grabbed the garment, tugging it down further. Since the material was very stretchy, she accommodated by lifting her hips off the mattress. August slid the shirt over her butt and down her legs and off her body completely. He did the same with her leggings, asking permission before he slowly relieved her of the shiny fabric, leaving her in nothing but her red silk thong. Not her most comfortable pair of underwear, but her mermaid leggings left terrible panty lines if she wore anything else. And right now, with the way August was eating her up with his eyes, they were quickly becoming her favorite pair. Mega wedgie or not.
“Wow.” The word left his lips on an exalted breath.
The towel was still firmly wrapped around his hips. Though his good bits—no, amazing bits—were covered, it didn’t mean she didn’t have a plethora of eye candy to gawk over herself. August Porter was a beast. Mo liked men in any form, skinny, fluffy, tall, short, didn’t matter to her as long as they were nice and funny. But August? She’d never seen a man so beautiful. He had muscles, cut and defined. The standard abs, pecs, and that mouthwatering V thing guys had at their hips that pointed straight down to their…but that wasn’t what made the man so eat-him-up yummy.
Maybe it was the light dusting of body hair in that rich auburn coloring or the smattering of freckles across his chest that was just begging her tongue to play connect the dots. Or maybe it was those damn dimples that caused her heart to skip a beat every time he flashed them at her. Whatever magic this man had, all of it combined to make him the most devastatingly handsome man Mo had ever known.
And she got to take him to bed tonight.
Lucky her!
August was still staring, so Mo decided to take some initiative. The night only lasted so long, and she wanted to enjoy every minute of the darkness. Hooking her thumbs in the tiny strip the underwear dared to call a waist, she shimmied her hips and pulled the thong off, dropping it in the pile of her discarded clothing on the edge of the bed.
August’
s nostrils flared, eyes eating up every inch of what she had just revealed. He sat back on his heels, staring, one hand pushing her heap of a former outfit off the bed into a messy pile on the floor. She chuckled to see him do something so un-August-like.
“Don’t you want to fold those and place them neatly on the dresser?”
“Shhhhh.” He held a finger up to his lips, eyes still focused on her. “I can’t find the energy to care about anything else when I’m staring at a goddess.”
Oh, oh wow. That was probably the most romantic thing a man had ever said to her. She better be careful or she might break her promise and start falling for August. And then what would she do?
All thoughts fled when August’s hand covered her, thumb gently stroking over her in a lazy pattern that was driving her wild.
“August!”
“Yes, Sunshine?”
“That feels amazing.”
“You feel amazing,” he countered.
After that, she was unable to talk as the man bent his head down to lavish attention to her breasts again as his hand worked magic between her legs. Her heart beat so loud, she was sure he could hear the thing trying to knock out of her chest. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath as he drove her to the very brink of madness.
He eased two fingers inside, and she swore she could feel him everywhere. From her head to her toes, every inch of skin, every nerve, felt only one thing. August. He quickened his pace, increased pressure, at the sounds of her moans, the soft pleas she didn’t realize she was uttering. She’d never had anyone so intently focused on her the way August was in this moment. Like she was a puzzle box he was determined to solve.
And he still had the damn towel on.
“August,” she panted. “I…need…”
But she never got to finish her demand. He twisted his fingers, hitting a spot she’d only ever managed to achieve by herself, and sent her flying into the best orgasm she’d ever had. After she took a minute to catch her breath, she looked up at his satisfied smile.
“You need what, now?”
She tried to playfully smack his arm, but her muscles were so weak, all she managed was a pathetic hand flop. “Stop being so smug and lose the towel.”
He reached down with one hand and flicked the knot on the terrycloth, tossing the towel to join her clothing on the floor. Her eyes opened wide at the sight before her.
Yup. Just as amazing as it had been a few minutes ago.
No. Better, because now she could look her fill. And oh boy, did she look. Mo didn’t have a super-long list of lovers, but she’d seen her fair share of dicks. In person and on the screen. And August had the most beautiful one she’d ever seen. Which was a weird thing to think, but it was the truth.
“You might want to get those condoms,” she told him, unable to take her eyes off him. “Like now.”
Those dimples winked at her. “Eager?”
Pushing up on her elbows, she reached out and cupped him in her hand. He hissed out a breath, hips thrusting toward her. “I was eager ten minutes ago. Now I’m desperate.”
“Good to know,” he spoke between clenched teeth.
He leaned across her, reaching to the bedside table, and pulled out an unopened box of condoms. She stroked his cock, reveling in the velvety hard feel of him while she tried not to ponder the meaning of the fresh package.
Did it mean he intended to hook up with someone when he was here in Denver or because he knew this thing between them was inevitable?
Didn’t matter. The only thing that concerned her was what was happening here and now.
“Here,” she said, holding out her hand when he pulled a strip from the box. “Let me.”
He ripped one off and handed the condom to her. Mo placed the package between her teeth and very carefully, so as not to damage the protection, ripped it open with her teeth.
His gaze went molten. “Later, I want to see what else that mouth can do.”
She salivated just thinking about it. “Later,” she agreed with a nod.
But for now, she removed her hand from him just long enough to pull the condom from the packaging and roll it down his length. He leaned over her, arms on either side of her head as she positioned him right where they both wanted to be.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Now, August.” Before she exploded from anticipation.
He entered her in one hard thrust, causing them both to cry out in pleasure.
The harsh sound of his breath warmed her ear as he asked, “Okay?”
“I can honestly say I have never been more okay in my life.”
He laughed, moving his hips, setting a slow and leisurely pace. Oh no, that wouldn’t do. If they only had this one night, she didn’t want slow. She wanted fast. Then slow. Then fast again. Then something involving the shower, perhaps.
So many things she wanted to do to and with August, and if they only had tonight, she wasn’t going to waste it.
She pushed his arm, and he rolled them, knowing instinctively what she wanted somehow, without her even having to say it. Then he laid back, large hands gripping her hips as she rode him. She stared down at the huge grin on his face. So sexy. Made more so by the fact that she was the one who put it there. She laughed softly, gleeful in the knowledge that she had accomplished her mission to see this normally grumpy man smile.
Her laugh soon turned into a loud moan as he tilted her hips, angling her in a way that had him hitting a whole set of nerves she didn’t even know she had.
“Is that good, Sunshine?”
“Yes.” She choked out the word on what little breath she had in her lungs.
“Tell me what you want. How to please you.”
If he pleased her any more, she’d be a puddle of pleasure goo.
“This… More,” she panted out, trying to suck air into her lungs. But she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. All she could do was feel, and all she felt was August. The sensations were overwhelming. How did he do it? How did he know more about her body than she seemed to?
Was he a secret sex god?
She leaned forward, slapping her hands to his chest, pressing her lips to his. He eagerly kissed her back, his lips so soft, fitting to hers with a perfectness she’d never experienced before. It was a good thing they finally decided to do this thing because Mo would have kicked herself forever if she’d let the magnificence that was sleeping with August Porter pass her by.
Her brain stopped thinking. All the blood in her body rushed south as she felt her core start to tighten. But she didn’t want to go alone this time. She wanted him there. Wanted to experience the ecstasy with August. Pulling away from his lips, she stared down into his beautiful hazel eyes.
“August.” That was all she said, his name, but somehow, again he knew. His hand left her hip to stroke the center of her, right where she needed, and soon, she was crying out with her second orgasm of the night. One made infinitely better by the fact that August soon joined her in it.
“Moira!”
He shouted her name, his grip on her hip so tight, it was almost bruising, but she was too far gone to care. She collapsed on top of him. His hands relaxed, sliding to her back and stroking in a loving manner. Uh oh, she better not think in those terms. August had made it pretty clear what this was and wasn’t. She really shouldn’t get caught up in any messy feelings just because the sex had been phenomenal.
She patted his chest weakly, her muscles still not recovered from that amazing workout. She wondered if they’d ever recover. “Great job, roomie.”
He snorted out a laugh. “Really, that’s what you’re going with?”
It was either that or admit she might have gotten in over her head with this one. How was she supposed to know that August was a sex god capable of reducing her to a sappy pile of mush? Really, he was the one to blame here. It was either c
over with humor or blurt out something that would make the poor guy run for the hills.
She faked a yawn. “I’d come up with something more clever, but I’m too exhausted. You sexed all the cleverness out of me. Happy?”
His lips brushed her shoulder before he whispered in her ear, “Ecstatic.”
A shiver ran down her spine. “There is no way you’re ready again so soon.”
He kissed the hollow between her shoulder and neck. “Not yet, but why don’t we hop in the shower and see what happens?”
Her lips curled as he worked his way up her jaw to her lips. “Mmmmm, get clean just so we can get dirty again? I like the way you think, Sex God Gus Gus.”
He threw his head back with a boisterous laugh. “Mo, you really are one of a kind.”
He sat up, scooping her into his arms and standing. As he maneuvered them out of his room and toward his bathroom, she tucked her face into his chest, inhaled the intoxicating smell of his skin, fearing very much that not only was she one of a kind, but he was as well. Her one of a kind. Something she knew she better keep to herself for the time being, especially if she wanted to continue this. And she really did. Now all she had to do was convince August of the same.
Easy, right?
Chapter Thirteen
Mo woke up feeling like she’d slept in a big warm marshmallow. Not that she knew what sleeping in a marshmallow felt like. Actually, it sounded kind of sticky and gross. And nothing about last night had been even remotely gross. It had been wonderful, amazing, surprising…and a million other pretty words she couldn’t put names to right now. She was too busy enjoying sharing her bed with the sexiest man alive.
Second sexiest.
Sadly, Idris Elba had once again not magically shown up on her doorstep to whisk her off into the night. But August was certainly giving the sexy Brit a run for his money in her top ten men lineup.
They were crammed onto her bed, which up until this point she’d never seen as small. When Lilly and Pru had lived here, they’d all agreed not to bring dates home, so she’d never had a man in her bed with her before. It really highlighted the tininess of a full mattress. On the other hand, it lent itself to cuddles.
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