AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Better than nothing.” Pulling open the drawer, he scrambled for a packet. She lay on her side and admired him. God, but he was beautiful—and the scars on his knee just seemed to emphasize the perfection. Long legs, narrow hips, broad shoulders—and that killer smile. He was made to tempt women like her—and she had a feeling he knew it.
He found a packet and tore it open. Sitting up, she took it from him. “Let me.” She unrolled it, taking her time to smooth the condom over all that hard, velvet length. Then she lay back again. “Well, do you need another invite?”
He stripped off her clothes, kissing every inch he bared. She lay back, the beer spinning in her head—she shouldn’t be this much of a light weight. She shouldn’t even have invited him into her room, but he had a way of making her forget things like responsibilities and futures. Oh, what the hell—she’d said it. They were both adults. And when was a gorgeous guy like him ever going to cross her path again?
With her skin bare against the cool sheets, she stared up at him. He settled on his knees between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She was wet already—she could feel the warmth between her legs. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples hardened, just from him staring at her.
Bending down, he framed her face with his hands and kissed her deeply.
He sat up again, took himself in on hand and slowly slid inside her. She let her eyes close and her head fell back. “Oh, yeah,” she muttered. “Better than beer and pretzels.”
He pushed in deeper. For a minute, she burned—it had been a long time and he wasn’t small. She put a hand on his hips and he held still. Opening her eyes, she stared up at him. “You have any idea how big you are.”
He grinned. “Never had a complaint before.”
“Well, I’ve got one—you stop and I’m kicking your ass straight to the sharks, Mr. Handyman.”
“Oh, you have no idea just how handy.” He pulled out and pushed in again, so slow she decided she was going to melt into a puddle of yum. He started to pick up his pace, thrust harder now. She bucked up against him and gave a moan.
“Oh, no you don’t. Now I’m going to let me call the shots,” he said. He slid out of her. She glared at him, but he slapped her hip. “Over.”
Turning over, she crawled up onto her knees and elbows. She wiggled her ass at him. “Want it? Think you’re up to it, Mr. Handyman?”
Holding her hips, he positioning himself on his knees behind her. She could feel his cock nudging her opening. “Happy to nail this down, ma’am.” He pushed in with a hard thrust.
She gasped and the breath rushed from her. “More,” she gasped. “Harder.”
He slammed into her again, so hard she would have hit the headboard if he hadn’t have held her still, his fingers digging into her hips. She buried her face in the pillow and gave into a scream. Panting and moaning, her body quivering, she rode the rush that shook through her. For a moment, he held still and she started to slide onto the bed.
Holding her in place, he leaned over her. “No, I don’t think so honey. I’m not done with you yet.” Reaching around, he flicked her clit with one finger. She shuddered. He reached up and took hold of her breasts, kneading them hard, and catching her nipples between his fingers. He pinched harder and she gave a small yell again.
“Give it up. Give it all up. Let go.”
The bastard—he was trying to get to her. She wiggled her hips and started slow circles with them. He gave a grunt. “What’s the matter, handyman?” She ground out the words between gasping breaths. “Can’t take the ride?”
Grabbing her hips again, he thrust into her—harder and harder. Sweat trickled down between her breasts and along her spine. For an instant, she felt caught by him—trapped. And she loved it. But then she grabbed hold of herself and did that little hip shimmy again.
He came with a hot burst, sending her over the edge, too.
She slumped down on the bed and Mike fell down beside her, breathing hard and just as sweat slicked. She lay there, mind empty, but knowing she should get up and kick him out.
Just a few minutes, she told herself.
She snuggled into his side and he wrapped an arm around her.
***
She woke to warm sun on her skin, and a heavy arm over her back. What the…? Last night flashed back. Oh, not a dream. She could feel the stickiness between her legs and could smell the sex in the room. The day was heating up—but no way was it going to be as hot as last night.
Mike stirred, moved his arm away, then got up with a squeak of springs and padded away—probably to the bathroom. When she heard the water running, she grabbed for fresh clothes, shouted, “I’ll make some coffee.” And she scrambled for the kitchen and some kind of safety before she lost her head over him again. She was done with losing her sanity for any guy.
Chapter Eleven
Mike watched her hustle from the room. “What happened to we’re both adults?” he called out. She didn’t answer. He wanted to follow her, grab her, and slam his mouth down on hers, kissing her until she melted in his arms again. Instead he grabbed his shorts and jerked them back on.
What the hell was her problem? She’d been more than ready to jump into bed with him last night, but this morning she was back to being the prickly hotel owner. Did she have some kind of mental issues? Or just issues with him? He dragged on his shirt.
The sooner he could leave, the better, he told himself. But when he walked into the kitchen and saw her fumbling with the coffee, he shook his head. He came o
