Читать книгу Barenaked Jane - Deanna Lee - Страница 8

Sitting on my closed toilet behind a locked door is not my style. I haven’t done that since I was in college. In fact, I think I might have done it only once even in college. Hiding after sex was not mature or worldly. I’m a modern woman with self-confidence, strength, and dignity. So I had no reason to hide, yet I was.

I didn’t feel so damn modern and worldly. At least not as worldly as a woman who had just fucked a near stranger twice should feel. I’d actually forgotten to make sure there was a condom. I’d never, ever in my life gone that naked with a man. Birth control wasn’t an issue, but I hadn’t given the first thought to STDs. I hadn’t even bothered to ask him about his past.

He could’ve lied, of course, but modern women asked those questions. Neither one of us had asked. We’d just jumped on each other like animals in heat. Self-lecture aside, I didn’t feel guilty about the actual event. Still, there had been few times in my life when I’d made such a decision without a lot of thinking.

My body still tingled with the pleasure of him. I stood up and glanced around my bathroom. It needed to be revamped, especially if I was going to take to spending a lot of time in it. I went to the vanity and picked up a brush. My hair, which I kept about about four inches all over my head, was standing on end. I tamed it the best I could, washed my hands, and braced myself for the naked man in my bed.

The naked, hung like a horse, beautiful man who had turned my tidy little world upside down in a matter of hours. It was clear that I would have to send Mathias packing soon. I unlocked and opened the door. He was sprawled on the bed staring at the ceiling. After a few seconds, he turned his head and looked at me. Send him packing? Maybe on Monday morning.

“Food?”

“Shower. Food. More of you.”

I laughed softly. “Sounds like you’ve got your afternoon agenda all planned out.”

“I’m a planner.” He stood from the bed and glanced around at his abandoned clothes. “I’m going to have to go down to my car.”

“So, condoms weren’t the only things you brought with you?” I went to my closet and pulled out a robe to put on.

“No.” He grinned and pulled on his jeans. “Clothes and the rest of the box of condoms are in the car.”

I looked toward the nightstand and saw only two condoms remaining. “Well then, you go get our supplies and I’ll figure out something for lunch.”

He walked to me, his shirt dangling in his hand. “I’m wondering if you’ll let me back in.”

“It’s not Monday.”

He touched my face and leaned down to kiss me. I met his mouth way too eagerly and groaned against him as he pulled me in. Finally, he lifted his head and sighed. “Monday is going to suck a little.”

Yes, it was. I walked him to the door and then went into my kitchen to consider my options. I shopped for one and had for years. I was in no way prepared to deal with a guest, mostly because I didn’t have guests. Not ever. I had a “dick on the side,” but I always went to him and never spent the night. Now I’ve got a freaking man in my apartment, and my modern-woman lifestyle didn’t mesh with cooking for a man. Damn it.

A cursory check of my cabinets yielded nothing more than a slight concern over my daily vitamin intake. I really needed to start eating better. Living on fast food and bagels wasn’t a good lifestyle choice. Of course, I knew I was fixated on the food question so that I wouldn’t have to dwell too much on the sex question. It wasn’t like me to fuck a stranger, which was why I always kept a man on the side. That way I wouldn’t have to resort to a one-night stand when I needed sex.

Yet there was a man on his way back to my apartment who had spent the better part of the morning inside me and I barely knew him. Most of what I knew I’d learned from his brother, Shamus, and those things weren’t all that intimate.

Did I want intimate details? I was beginning to think perhaps I did, and that was not a cool thing in the least. It would be easier to get rid of the man if I didn’t involve myself in his life. Easier? The thought made me laugh. Already it was clear that there would be nothing easy about Mathias Montgomery, and maybe that was part of the attraction. He certainly was not the kind of man that I could pigeonhole and keep in a certain part of my life.

I went back to the door when he knocked and let him in. “I don’t have anything to cook.” My frown quickly turned to a glare as I watched him laugh. “It’s not funny.”

“Jane.”

“What?”

“That’s nothing to frown over.” He motioned toward the bedroom. “Let me shower and we can consider our ordering-in options.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

I watched him disappear into the bedroom. After a few seconds, I followed along behind him, shrugging off my robe as I went. When I entered the bathroom, I found him already in the shower, and his stuff was sitting on my vanity next to my toothpaste. Since looking at his “boy” stuff mingling with my “girl” stuff made me kind of giddy, I joined him in the shower and tried to forget my stupid girlie thoughts.

Mathias looked amazing wet. I moved my hands up and over his back before he turned and pulled me under the water. The level of intimacy startled me. In fact, I couldn’t remember ever allowing someone so close. He was in my shower, using my soap, and in my life. Where would this take me?

I stretched underneath his hands and turned my head so that I could watch him. The scented oil I’d pulled from the bathroom had saturated the room with a soft lavender mixed with musk. I’d bought the oil during a weak moment in a salon a few weeks back when Mercy had talked me into spending a Saturday being tortured in the name of beauty.

“Turn over.”

I rolled onto my back and sighed. “I haven’t had a massage like this in years.”

“You need to relax more often.” He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across my lips before he grabbed the bottle and drizzled a thin line of oil down between my breasts to my belly button. “The first time I saw you on Monday afternoon you were leaving the gallery. Hands full, talking on your cell phone, and dragging along a briefcase on wheels. I had profiles on everyone at the gallery, so I knew who you were. I couldn’t, however, figure out why you were working yourself to death.”

“I’m in a new position.”

“One that you wouldn’t be in if you hadn’t already impressed the hell out of a lot of people.” He slid astride my hips, his erect cock brushing against my stomach as he did. “I see calculation in your eyes now. As if you’re planning something.”

I laughed. The only thing that was really on my mind was an unusual urge to suck his cock. To be honest, sucking a man’s cock had never been high up on my list of things I love to do. “I’m totally relaxed.”

“Hmmm, so you say.” He spread the oil over my breasts and then down my rib cage. “I have a feeling that you rarely allow your mind to relax.”

He was making me stupid. I couldn’t imagine he thought I was even capable of having a coherent thought while he gently rubbed oil into my breasts. I jerked against his fingers as he rolled my nipples gently between his fingers.

I reached out and wrapped one hand around his cock. My fingertips barely touched. Using my thumb, I rubbed across the head until he started to move against my hand.

“Jane.”

I met his gaze then and slowly released his cock. He looked feral. “You’ve been teasing me for nearly an hour. There is just so much a woman can be expected to take.”

He released my nipples and reached for a condom. “Roll over.”

I moved between his thighs, rubbing against him with every motion as I rolled over. Mathias ran his hands down my back and over my ass. He moved back briefly to free my legs, and I spread them wide as his cock brushed between my thighs. I arched briefly as the head of his cock slid up between my labia and over my clit. Unable to keep from jerking, I rocked against the contact and moaned in frustration when he pulled away.

“Fuck me.”

His fingers tightened on my hips and he pushed his cock against the entrance of my pussy and slid in hard. I cried out as slick, nearly painful pleasure washed over me. I curled my fists into the sheets underneath us and lowered my head as he started to thrust repeatedly.

I gloried at the hard, repeated invasion of his flesh, the slap of his body against mine, and the elemental feelings that were being pushed to the surface. Losing sight of my civilized nature didn’t scare me; in fact, if anything, it was exciting. I turned my head, and my gaze snapped to the double mirrors that adorned my closet.

The sun streaming across the bed highlighted the differences in us beautifully. His dark skin and my paleness startled and aroused me. It had never occurred to me how erotic it would be. Mathias turned his head and met my gaze in the mirror. If he was startled that I was watching us fuck, he didn’t show it.

He slid one hand under me and pressed against my clit as he slowed the stroke of his cock into me. The walls of my pussy clung to him and pulsed with a deep, nearly unbearable pleasure. Orgasm rushed over me and I collapsed against the bed. Abruptly, he pulled from me and turned me over.

I pressed my feet against the mattress as he positioned himself to re-enter. I gasped a little at the sharp pleasure of being filled by him. Pulling him down and wrapping myself around him seemed the only thing to do. He buried his face against the side of my neck and pressed hard into me as he came.

He shook against me and moaned softly. I loved the sound of him. The knowledge that he found pleasure in me made me feel like the most amazing woman ever created. I couldn’t remember ever getting so much satisfaction out of pleasing someone else. After a minute, he pulled from me and rolled onto his back.

“You’re amazing.”

I rubbed my stomach and nodded. “You too.”

“I’m not done with you.”

I sure as hell wasn’t done with him either. I’d never known a man like him, and I doubted I would again. He was a more than amazingly gifted lover. Why was I so drawn to him? He certainly had strength and a great deal of personal dignity, which I appreciated.

But he was also the kind of man I’d steadfastly avoided all of my adult life. Aggressive alpha males are too much to control for any length of time. And I figured he was also something of a womanizer. To be honest, I like to be the only player in my relationships. How many women had he left along the way? Was there a woman in his past whom he loved enough to return to, given the chance?

“Penny for your thoughts.”

I laughed softly and rolled to my side. I figured if he knew what I’d really been thinking about he might have run for the hills. “How did you lose your virginity?”

“Well.” He turned his head and looked at me. “I was nineteen and my high school girlfriend gave me one hell of a going-away present.”

“This was after boot camp?”

“Yeah. I’d been trying to nail that girl for two years.”

“Great term.”

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged. “She’s married now with about four kids.”

I shuddered a little. “Four kids?”

“Total nightmare.” He frowned and sighed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like kids. I’m just glad that I didn’t have them with her. It’s funny how we can think someone is perfect at the time and look back at them later and wonder what the hell we were thinking.”

Laughing, I nodded. “My high school boyfriend turned out to be gay.”

“Ouch.”

“I think I knew.” But having that truth bandied about the known world had been thoroughly humiliating. At eighteen, the news had been devastating. But now that I was older, I didn’t take it so personally.

“So when did you lose your virginity?”

“Twenty-two. It was about six months after the shooting; the guy was a friend of the family. Something was missing from my life; I thought it was a man.”

“It wasn’t.”

“No.” I shook my head. “It was me. I was missing. All that time I’d spent mourning my partner and my own career served only to highlight that I was wasting the time I had. The next day I went out and started shopping around for a college I could afford. My brothers helped when they could, and now here I am.”

It sounded a lot more simple than it actually had been. The decision to leave law enforcement behind had broken my heart. I couldn’t even count how many times I’d gone to the phone to call my brothers and ask to come home. Boston had been a hard move for me. Being so far from the family I had left and knowing that I would never get back the one thing I’d always wanted.

“Must have been difficult getting into the college scene after being a cop.”

I laughed. “Yeah, needless to say I didn’t fit in with those kids. In fact, I really didn’t even understand them half the time. By that time I’d already seen so much and lived to tell.”

“Why art?”

“Because it’s beautiful and intriguing. I find it fascinating that there is so much of ourselves put into the art that we as a species create. It’s amazing that even at our most primitive we were drawn to express ourselves. We see it repeatedly all over the world.”

“And that beauty drew you into the art world.”

“Yes. I want to believe that everyone has that kind of creativity and beauty in them. Those that can’t express it well, like me, can enjoy the work of others.” I cleared my throat. “At first I thought about going into teaching. The man I killed had been a teacher for nearly twenty years. I wanted to give back some of what I had taken.”

“You didn’t make that man come out of that car with a gun.”

“No.” I shook my head. “But if we’d arrested him the first time…maybe things would’ve been different. His behavior was erratic enough that we could have had him evaluated at a hospital or something.” My fingers tightened into a fist.

“I read the files, Jane. I know you and your partner were both cleared of wrongdoing in both incidents that day.”

My gaze snapped to his. “You read the files?”

“I still have friends in the bureau. It only took a few calls to get copies of the official reports.”

Disgruntled, I wondered why neither of my brothers had called to tell me that the FBI had pulled the case files on the shooting. They’d never hesitated in the past to keep me informed of information requests. Since I’d worked in several galleries over the years, my personal records with the Savannah PD had been requested more than once.

“Clark didn’t want to deal with the paperwork of an arrest.” My fingers tightened against my palms. Even saying that much had hurt. “That’s why we gave Leonard Daily a pass on the disorderly conduct. We told him to go home and cool off.”

“That isn’t in the report.”

“No.” I shook my head. “It isn’t. We both made that mistake and there was no way to get it into the report without making my partner look like a lazy cop, and I couldn’t have that. I would have taken all the blame if I could have.”

“So tell me about it.”

I sat up and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. “Okay. We’d been on duty about three hours when there was a call from a grocery story in our area. There was a man in the parking lot having hell’s own fit and raging at another customer. They hadn’t come to blows or anything by the time we got there. We separated them and sent them both home. We stupidly assumed they were strangers.”

“And the guy raising hell was the one you pulled over later.”

“No.” I shook my head. “We pulled Henry Jakes over about four hours later for running a stop sign of all things. He’d been on the receiving end of the verbal abuse at the grocery store. I wanted to take them both in and get everyone calmed down. Clark didn’t, and as always I gave in to him.”

“Henry Jakes went home, got his gun, and went after the man he’d argued with at the grocery store.”

“Yes, at least I’ve always assumed so. We should have taken one or both of them into custody, and because I didn’t go with my gut two men died that day.”

“They weren’t strangers.”

“No. There had been two previous physical altercations between them. Apparently, both of them had boys on the same Little League baseball team. Leonard Daily was an abusive loudmouth. Jakes and he had both gotten thrown out of a game over the weekend because Jakes told Daily to shut up and they ended up in a shoving match.” Two grown men who couldn’t let a bunch of little kids play a game like it was a game had caused so much death. I pressed my lips together briefly and then finally met his gaze. “His wife apologized to me. In the hospital after I came out of surgery. She was standing there beside my brother, her face puffy from crying. I think I knew the moment I saw her who she was. She told me that her husband was a good man. A good man who had been pushed around once too often. It wasn’t an excuse for him; what he’d done was wrong…but that was what he’d been. Then she apologized to me.”

“Must have been a hard moment.”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I killed her husband and she’s telling me she’s sorry for what happened. It was insane. I think a part of me would have preferred her screaming and yelling.”

“And your brother didn’t press you for details?”

“The whole damned department knew what happened. Savannah is really a small town that way. They all knew what kind of cop Clark was. No matter what I did, I couldn’t change that. I never committed it to paper and I never will. I won’t have a piece of paper in a file telling anyone that my partner, my dead partner, was a lazy cop. Or that I was a weak one for giving in to him.”

“He was the senior officer?”

“Yes.”

“Following his lead doesn’t make you weak, Jane. You were still quite green. Frankly, you should have never been placed with a cop like him. He certainly wasn’t a good role model for you to observe.”

“Clark was a good man.” I glared at him as if he might deny it. “And not all good men need a badge and a gun.”

I couldn’t argue with that. “Okay.”

“We all have things we’d do differently if we had the chance. Dwelling on the past solves nothing. For all you know, Henry Jakes could have gone home and gotten his gun regardless of what you did that morning.”

“Maybe.” I sighed and hugged the pillow tighter. “I’ve never said this out loud to anyone. I mean, even at the review hearing I just kept my mouth shut and answered the questions they had. But offered nothing additional. It was like we were all edging around the truth.”

“You can trust me.”

I knew that and it made me very nervous. After clearing my throat, I took a deep breath and nodded. “In the end, I knew I had to be true to myself, so I didn’t get a degree in education. Art gives me something that was missing before, something that I didn’t even know wasn’t there.”

“I see.”

“And it might not have value to you…but it does for others. Art can stir the soul and heart if you let it.” I waved my hand around in defeat. Discussing art with him would probably always be really frustrating.

“I understand the value of beauty.” He reached out and ran his finger along my jawline. “I also understand that there is no thing worth your life. I’ve seen plenty of death, and I know you’ve seen your share.”

“Yes.”

He cupped the back of my head with his hand and pulled me toward him. I sighed against his mouth as he kissed me. The danger of losing myself in this man was suddenly so real that I was overwhelmed. I pulled free and lay back against the headboard. Since hiding in the bathroom was not an option, I retreated to silence and tried to figure out why I was letting Mathias Montgomery turn me inside out.

I normally dumped men before they even came close to making me like them. What was wrong with just sex? Nothing. Not one damn thing had been wrong with it before. I glanced briefly at him and forced myself to remain still. All I really wanted to do was jump on him and beg for more. More of everything. “Want some water?”

“Please.”

I left the bed and walked naked into the kitchen. I snagged two bottles from the fridge and leaned against the counter. There were a lot of hours between me and Monday morning. Those hours seemed too short and too long all in the same moment. My body still hummed with pleasure, and I was torn between wanting it to end and wanting to never see it end.

Indecision isn’t something that I’m comfortable with, but I’ve never been above ignoring a problem. I took the bottled water back to the bedroom and found him resting against the headboard of the bed with the television on.

“I have some DVDs in the living room.”

He picked up the remote and turned it off. “I didn’t know how long you’d be gone.”

I handed him one of the bottles and sat down on the bed. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, you looked like you were ready to run.”

“I don’t run from men.” And if I did, I sure as hell wouldn’t admit it to the one sitting in front of me.

“No.” He laughed. “Not even ones that might be criminals.”

“Fuck you.”

“You just did.” He tipped the bottle back and drank deeply. “Very well, I might add.”

“I’m good at everything I do or I don’t do it.” I lifted my chin.

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

He put his bottle down on the nightstand on his side of the bed and looked me over. “I like being naked with you.”

“Yeah?” I liked being naked with him too. Beyond the sexual energy, something else lingered. Something comfortable and familiar.

“It’s interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever really thought about being naked with a woman outside of a sexual encounter.”

“We’ve had several of those this morning,” I murmured.

He was very close to expressing something that would make me uncomfortable and I knew it. The fact that we were so at ease with one another had me pondering fate and the like. The last thing I needed was for him to be pondering it too.

“But it’s different. It’s a level of comfortable that’s rather foreign to me. I mean, I wasn’t raised to be ashamed of my body, so I don’t have any hang-ups in that area.”

“Well, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Good genes.” He reached out and tugged me from my place so that I rested next to him. “We fit well.”

I glanced downward before I could help myself. “Yes.”

He laughed. “Well, yes, in that way too—but I meant that it’s comfortable to hold you. Some women can’t get relaxed enough to be comfortable.”

I rested my head on his chest and looked around my room, bright with the sun. Yet again, I was struck by my circumstances. Had I really just met him hours before? It seemed like so much longer than that. “We need to talk about the gallery.”

“We can discuss the gallery on Monday. I have to submit a bid to Brooks by the afternoon. There will be plenty of time for you to brush me off and pretend for the world that you didn’t spend the whole weekend fucking me.”

Since that was exactly what I had already planned to do, I could hardly get mad at him for voicing it. Though hearing him say it did make it sound cruel and heartless. “I have a reputation with the gallery to consider. There are plenty of places that need mending because of my foolishness last night. I can’t very well prove that I’m reliable and trustworthy if it’s well known that I spent the weekend having freaky sex with a stranger.”

“We’re going to have freaky sex?”

“Yeah, I figured we might.”

“Want me to spank you?”

I jerked my gaze to him and laughed softly at the grin he shot me. “I actually had a guy that wanted to do that to me.”

“Did you let him?”

“Hell no. But I did offer to beat the shit out of him.”

“Very generous of you.” He rolled to his side and propped his head on his hand. “Have you ever been in love?”

“No. At least I don’t think so. I had crushes when I was younger. I remember being desperate to see this boy in the fifth grade. He didn’t even know I existed. What about you?” Directing the question his way gave me a few seconds to consider how much his simple question had hurt. Even Clark, to whom I’d been insanely attracted, hadn’t inspired anything beyond an unknown sexual thing.

“I thought so once. But then I realized that it was just lust, and lust fades.”

“Yes.” Just like his attraction to me. There would be a day in the future when he would look at me and his blood wouldn’t quicken. He wouldn’t have the urge to take off my clothes and bury his cock in me.

“But I believe in love. I know that there is someone out there that will always have my attention and thoughts.”

“Okay. What kind of woman will she be?”

“When I was younger I dated a series of women that were exactly the same, but now that I’m older I find that I’m over that. Now I look for things beyond the physical in the women I get involved with. I appreciate beauty, as I’ve already said. But these days I have to be able to talk to a woman or I don’t waste my time on her. What about you?”

“I promised myself when I was twenty-five that I would never marry a man who didn’t eat pussy. He also has to have a really big dick.” I grinned when he laughed. “Sex is important.”

“Yes, it is. So beyond your sexual needs, what other things should this man have?”

“I don’t know.” Shrugging, I wondered why I’d lied to him. I had a list dedicated to the perfect man. I knew exactly what I was looking for. Maybe I didn’t want to ruin the mood.

I leaned back in my bathtub and blew at the bubbles covering me. He lounged at the other end. “You’re going to smell all girlie after this.”

“There was a time when that would’ve been horrifying. But somewhere along the way I realized that an excellent way of getting a woman naked was asking to bathe with her.”

“You already had me naked.”

“I did, indeed, but I figured you needed a soak in a warm bath.”

I certainly couldn’t argue with that. Pleasantly sore probably described me very well. His hand ran down my leg, soap sliding along with it. “So this bathing thing works for you?”

“Yes, it has in the past. It’s intimate, and women dig that.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “You’re such a player.”

“Look at it this way, no man will ever be able to manage you again. I’ll tell you all my secrets if you tell me yours.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, amused. I figured there wasn’t much a man could get past me anyway.

“Yep.”

“Like what?”

“What’s your tell? How do you tell a man that you want to have sex with him?”

“It depends on the man. If I’ve been dating him a while I’ll just ask him to take me to his place. If he’s a new guy…and I’m rather impatient for him to make a move, well, I might just ask him outright for sex.”

“See, women have it so easy.”

“No way.”

“Yes way. Women always know when they are going to get laid.”

I paused and considered his words. “Okay, that may be true. But that’s only because men are so easy. A breeze can make you guys hard.” Reaching out, I took my poofy and rubbed it between my hands. “There is a double standard. I take a lover…maybe several lovers in the same year, I’m a slut. You do the same thing and you’re just being a man.”

“Which means that all men are sluts and people are just so used to it that it isn’t worth saying.” He grinned and leaned back on his end of the tub.

Well, I couldn’t argue with that. I shifted my foot and slid it across his chest and teased his nipple with my toe. It hardened under my attention. “So, what else do you do to seduce a woman?”

“I treat every woman like she’s special and the only woman I need.”

“Lord, that probably gets you laid all the time.”

“Every woman is smart, amazing, and so sexy that no man can resist her.”

I laughed out loud. “You’re impossible.”

“It works.” He snagged my foot and massaged it briskly with both hands. “What works for you?”

“As you know, women don’t have to do a lot of work when it comes to men and sex. You guys are easy as hell. But I find letting a man think that he’s in charge goes a long way.” I glanced at him and had to laugh at the speculation on his face. “But I’m not very good at playing the damsel in distress.”

“No, I don’t imagine that you are.” He tilted his head. “Come here.”

I slid to my knees and scooted across to him, straddling his thighs as I did. “And sometimes I even follow instructions.”

I gasped a little as he pulled me forward. Water sloshed between and over us as I settled on his thighs. I reached down between us and wrapped both my hands around his cock. I loved the silky feel of his skin and the way he shifted under me as I stroked him. In the past, I’d taken some satisfaction in pleasing my sexual partner, but I’d never been so compelled to pleasure a man like I was with Mathias. I wet my lips at the thought and met his gaze. As if he knew what I had on my mind, he moved against my hands.

“I do enjoy a woman who can pretend to be obedient when it suits her.” He cleared his throat and then groaned softly. “Later on will you put on that pin-striped suit you wore to work on Tuesday?”

“Why?” I tilted my head as I rubbed my thumb across the head of his cock again and again.

“Because it made you look sexy and powerful. And all day Tuesday I wanted to take you into a dark room and fuck you up against the wall.” He cleared his throat and closed his eyes. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“As far as I know no man ever really died of an orgasm.”

His hands clamped onto my hips. “About that suit?”

“I’ll have you know that it would be disgraceful to fuck in a two-thousand dollar suit.” But I was going to put it on the first chance I got and we both knew it.

“Disgraceful and hot.” He lifted his hands from my hips and cupped the back of my head. “Give me your mouth.”

Who could deny such a demand? I moaned against the press of his lips and slid my tongue inside to taste him. I sat back abruptly and pulled my mouth from his. “We need to get out of this tub.”

He laughed. “Why?”

I glanced at him briefly as I stood and exited the tub. “Do you know how many accidents happen in bathrooms every year?” Grabbing a towel from the counter, I glanced back at him just once before going into the bedroom. “Besides, I want to suck your cock.”

Every little moment I spent with him had started to hurt a little. How many hours had we known each other? He would be gone on Monday. Not gone from my life, but gone from this small space we’d given ourselves. There wasn’t room for more…was there?

I dropped the towel into a basket near the bathroom door and then left the bedroom. I hadn’t spent so much time naked in recent memory, but I knew putting on clothes would’ve been a waste of time. I grabbed some juice from the refrigerator and poured half a glass. I reached for another glass when he came in, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Thanks.”

“You need to keep your strength.” I handed him the glass and put the juice away. “What do you want for dinner?”

“How about we put some clothes on, find some out-of-the-way place with bad service and good food?”

“It just so happens that I know such a place. Best pasta in town, family-owned business, and all the waitresses are family members who hate their jobs.” I walked over to him and slid my fingers into the front of the towel. “But at the moment I just want more of you.”

He set down his empty glass and reached out for me as I pulled at the towel and it fell away. “That I can do.”

His lips brushed against mine briefly and he picked me up. A modern, liberated woman isn’t supposed to be giddy about a man carrying her around. Yet I swung my feet a little and grinned as Mathias took me back to bed. I ought to have my head examined.

I sat back on the bed as he put me down and raised an eyebrow when he went down on his knees. “My, this looks exciting.”

He laughed and motioned me forward. “Move a little closer.”

I moved to the edge of the bed and jumped a little when he lifted my legs to his shoulders. “You could be perfect.”

He nuzzled his mouth against my labia and then boldly slipped his tongue in to tease at my clit. My arms weakened and I laid back on the bed, stunned. No man had made me feel so weak and so powerful in my entire life. I bucked against his skillful tongue with every breath I took, and I came within seconds. Being in a constant state of arousal surely had its advantages.

I sat up as he stood, grabbed a condom, and pulled it from its packaging.

“No.” I reached out for the condom. “Not yet.” He stilled in front of me as I tossed the condom on the bed and ran my hands up his thighs. “I want you in my mouth.”

“Yes, you mentioned that earlier,” he whispered softly.

I grinned and glanced up briefly at him as I started to stroke his cock with one hand. He was watching me intently, his hands fisted against his thighs. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, and he took a deep breath. Cupping his balls with my free hand, I whipped my tongue around the head and then slid him in until he pressed against the back of my throat.

“Christ.”

I felt one hand drift over my head and then lift away. He groaned softly when I pulled off him and then sucked him back in as far as I could. The way his body was tensed told me that he wouldn’t let me suck him for very long. Using my tongue, I played and sucked at the head intently. Tasting and taking in pre-come that flowed freely from him, I’d never felt more powerful and female in my life.

He touched my head and pulled free. “Get on your knees.”

Handing him the condom, I rolled to my knees, my clit still pulsing with the orgasm he’d given me. He gripped my hips tightly as he pushed against my entrance. My flesh gave way as he pressed, and I buried my face briefly in the bed beneath me. He filled me again and again, each thrust brisk and deep. It was perfect. He was perfect.

“Yes. Yes.” I continued to rock back against him, pulling him in as deeply as I could with every movement.

He ran his hands down my back again and again as we slapped against each other. I wanted as much as he could give and more. I braced against the bed as I edged closer and closer to another orgasm. He slid one hand underneath me and started to rub my clit.

Tears sprung to my eyes as I gave into him and the pleasure he gave so effortlessly. He pulled me tightly against his hips and rocked in a jerking movement as he came.