Page 30 of Rough Return

“Are we getting dirty?”

This woman. Every single thing from her feigned innocence to the color of her toenail polish, including her plaid pajama pants, turned him on and made his dick throb with need. “God, I hope so.”

She slid her hands underneath his shirt, pushing the light black fabric up. When he lifted his arms, she pulled it over his head. “Well, let’s see what we can do to make that happen.” She ran a fingernail down the center of his chest, circling his belly button.

He didn’t throw her onto the bed, didn’t kiss her. Instead, he concentrated on standing still, waiting, breathing slowly because hyperventilating right now would have been damned inconvenient, as inconvenient as his conscience. He put a hand on each of her shoulders. “Fiona. Are you sure?”

She nodded without hesitation or even taking a second to think about it. “I’ve been sure for a really…” She flicked open the button on his jeans. “Long…” Her fingers fumbled with the zipper but she lowered it, and he closed his eyes to savor the sensation of her hand against his cock. “Time.”

Her eyes darkened as he lifted her and carried her to the bed. He laid her in the center then braced a hand on each side of her. This wasn’t his plan. He’d planned to make her beg, make her want him in ways she didn’t know she wanted him. And if he didn’t get this moving soon, he was going to be the one begging.

He kissed her, moving slowly and languidly, as if he wasn’t about to spontaneously combust, and his heart went wild when she wrapped her hand around him and stroked. “Tell me what you want, Grier.”

Everything. He wanted every damned thing she had to offer. “I want you to take that shirt off and those pants.” When she smiled but didn’t move, he lowered his head as if to kiss her and whispered, “Now.”

Back on track. More so when she stood and tossed her clothes away. He had to do it this way or their night would end way too soon.

“Come back to bed now.” She slid onto the bed next to him, and he turned to prop himself on an elbow and look down at her. “Don’t move.” He loved her confidence, that she didn’t try to hide herself no matter how intense he stared. How he’d managed to resist this woman for so much as an hour and why he’d tried at all seemed almost crazy.

He cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. Her sharp intake of breath turned into a full-on gasp moan combo when he took the tight bud into his mouth and swirled his tongue around and around. She arched her back, and he slid his hand down her stomach then… lower.

“Lie still.” He slipped another finger inside her and she lifted her hips and raised a hand as if she wanted to touch him. Fuck. He would come undone if she touched him, lose any control he had left. “No, Fiona.” She lowered her hand and whimpered.

His heart hammered pushing all the blood to his throbbing cock. He wanted to be inside her and needed to feel the wet heat of her pussy around his dick.

“You want more?” He withdrew his hand then pushed in hard. Everything was so tight, so wet. He lowered his head and pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking, teasing and soothing. She moaned and shifted so her hips were closer. He wanted to put his head between her legs and taste her, but it would have to wait. Right now, he needed to be inside her, needed to see her face as she came, hear her call out for him. “Ask me to fuck you, Fiona.”

“No.”

He sucked harder. Rolled her nipple between his teeth as his tongue flicked side to side. He withdrew his fingers. He had to get rid of these jeans. Had to bury himself inside her before his body exploded. He stood. Pushed his pants down and stepped out. Watched as Fiona touched herself, as her long fingers disappeared into her pussy. He stroked his cock as she pleased herself, using one hand inside and the other to rub her clit.

Oh, God. She was hot. Erotic hot. Fucking hottest women he’d ever seen. “Watch me, Grier.”

“Don’t come.” He wanted to be inside her when she came, wanted to feel that perfect pussy squeeze his dick. “I mean it. If you come now, without me, I will tease you all night long and make you wait until tomorrow morning.” Her every breath came with a moan, and he knew she was close. “Ask me now, Fiona.”

“Fuck me, Grier.” He took her wrist and slid her fingers out of her pussy then brought them to his lips and sucked the juice off. He loved the tangy salty taste of her, loved more the way her eyelids fluttered shut when he used the tip of his cock to rub her opening. “Oh, God, please.”

And when she put it like that… Slick heat wrapped around his cock, and he groaned. He started slow, watching her face, feeling her muscles contract as she met him thrust for thrust. Her hands clawed his back and his cocked throbbed with need and lust and desire. And it turned out he loved watching her. He rolled them so she was on top. “Show me what you want, Fiona.”

She guided his hands to her breasts as she rode his dick. His eyes blurred and his head spun. He was too close, too… oh, God. She arched her back, put her hands behind her, braced them on his thighs and the angles… the view… when she ground her hips hard against him and a deep guttural moan escaped her throat, he let go. He couldn’t stop. His hips bucked and he sat up to wrap his arms around her, pushing deeper, as deep as he could go. Where he belonged.

Fiona watched him sleep. A shock of hair fell over his forehead. When she’d first seen him, the too-long hair had bothered her, but now, after watching him flip it back, tie it away from his face, swipe it over to one side, she didn’t want to imagine him without it.

“Watching a guy sleep is kind of creepy.” He spoke with his eyes still closed but a half-smile on his lips. “You’re not planning my death, are you?”

She rested her chin on the back of her hands over his chest. “Not yet.”

“Oh good.” He folded his arm under his head. “You owe me breakfast.”

Yes, she did. He’d delivered everything he promised and more. Unfortunately, she’d never learned to cook and her part of town didn’t have a take-out breakfast place. “Sorry, stud. I don’t think I can move.” They’d worked out every muscle she owned through the night, and she ached in all the best ways. But when he cupped her breast and teased her nipple between his fingers, she slithered up to kiss him. “That is not going to make me want to get out of bed.”

He rolled them over and rested his weight on his elbows. “Breakfast can wait.” He kissed her again, soft at first, then harder, more passionate until her blood thrummed through her and her stomach clenched. Her phone rang, and she reached for it as Grier took her nipple into his mouth. “Don’t answer it.”

But she’d already pressed the green button. “Hello.”

“Fiona, it’s Sage. We lost another shipment last night.”

Thanks to Grier and his magical tongue, it took a minute before Sage’s words registered. “How?”