I could go home and get changed and pack a bag for the weekend?”
He frowned. He’d thought they could stop at her place on the way out of town in the morning. He had the feeling that if she went home alone, it’d be too easy for her to change her mind and stay there.
“You can wear something of mine.” As soon as he said it, he wanted her to agree. The thought of her dressed in his sweats had him hard again.
She laughed. “You’re not serious?”
He nodded solemnly. “Deadly serious. Come on.” He caught her hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom.
She looked around with an odd look on her face, but he didn’t worry about it. He went into the closet and grabbed a pair of sweats. He took more time over the T-shirt. This was for his viewing pleasure, after all. He smirked when he spotted the perfect one. He came back out and went to the dresser and took a pair of boxer briefs out of the top drawer.
She laughed when she saw them. “You want me to wear your underwear? I’ll tell you for nothing; you’re not wearing mine, mister.”
He laughed with her. “Err, you’re right. You couldn’t get me into a thong even at gunpoint—not unless you’re still in it.”
He loved that her cheeks flushed at that. She’d been under him, come for him—hell, she’d had his cock in her mouth. But she still blushed at his words. It was just one more thing that didn’t sit right with the bold bitch she made out she was.
“I figured that since you’re so high maintenance you’d probably want to take a shower and rinse your delicates, ready for morning. You can wear these in the meantime—or none.” He smirked. “Your choice.”
She smiled at him through pursed lips. “Okay. You win.”
His heart rate picked up when she started unfastening her blouse. He hadn’t expected it, but he wasn’t going to complain. He pulled his T-shirt up and off over his head. “What did I win?”
She laughed. “Round two in the shower.”
He couldn’t look away when she unhooked her bra and freed her breasts. His hands were on them before the bra hit the floor.
She slid her hand inside his pants and worked him while he teased her nipple with his tongue. This was going to be one hell of a weekend.
In the shower, she pushed him back against the wall and kissed him. This was the woman he’d expected her to be. Aggressive, taking what she wanted, pressing herself against him, digging her fingers into his ass—he loved it! He wanted to find her softer side again, but for now, he was happy to enjoy this side of her. He slid his hand between her legs, but she moved away. Putting a hand to his shoulder, she pushed him back until he sat on the bench. He reached for her hips as she straddled him. Damn, this was perfect.
She took hold of him and stroked herself with him as drops of water rolled down over her. He watched as they rolled over her erect nipples, then traced their path with his tongue. She let her head fall back, seemingly lost in the feel of it. Her hand stilled around him, and he took advantage of her lapse in focus. Closing his hands around her hips, he pulled her down at the same time he thrust up. He closed his eyes as he entered her tight, wet heat. He moaned as she tightened around him. She was amazing.
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Leanne closed her eyes and let the water run down over her face. He’d told her she was the best. She wasn’t sure if she’d tell him, but he was, too—the best she’d ever had. He was hot and hard inside her—and so damned big. He stretched her, filled her as he thrust his hips and pulled her down onto him.
She moved in time with him, finding the perfect spot where he rubbed against her—no thumb required. His hands shifted to her ass, holding her wide open as he picked up his pace. She grasped tight to his shoulders as he carried her higher and higher. He was going to take her over the edge, and this time she was going to let him. She’d let him inside her in every physical sense there was this weekend. And then she’d close him out.
“Give it up for me, baby.”
He was thrusting deeper and harder. His hand came up