Bad Boy Blues - Jessica Lemmon Page 0,27

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He peeled her panties down her legs, kissing a trail along her thighs. When he snaked his tongue along her center, she let out a sharp breath, clutching his hair and holding him close. Her head swam as she recited his name like a prayer. When she was close, oh so close, he stood abruptly and unbuttoned his shorts. He rolled on a condom in record time.

“Countertop, Elli Bean,” he said as he lifted her and deposited her on top of said countertop. He spread her legs and wedged his body between them. “Unless you have a better idea.”

“Nope,” she answered. Everything he did was perfect.

He flashed a cocky grin, angled his hips, and slipped past her wet folds.

Being filled by him, each powerful thrust in clumsy sync with their out-of-control breaths, was absolute heaven. He was completely in control of her pleasure, and he knew it. He pulled her down roughly on his cock, driving her absolutely wild.

“Yes!” she cried into his ear, gripping his shoulders and hanging on for dear life. They were perfect together, the glide of him and the give of her. She both never wanted it to end and greedily chased his release. He’d gifted her with more than her fair share, but as he’d confessed the night they had sex on his couch, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Come for me, Elliott.”

Her stomach coiled in delicious anticipation. “Close. I’m close.”

“Now, honey. I can’t hold off much longer.” His voice was a low growl in her ear. “I’ve been thinking about this all week, and it’s been damn distracting.”

That did it for her. Knowing he’d thought of them together all week was the highest compliment. Her orgasm was no less intense than the previous ones with him. He came with her, his eyes squeezing closed as he bared his teeth. His arms locked around her back, and he drew her into a tight hug, dropping his face into the space between her neck and shoulder.

They stayed there, connected, his weight heavy against her. Eventually, she shivered, suddenly chilly from in the air-conditioning.

His arms loosened. He lifted his head and gave her a lazy smile. “Good morning.”

There was something under his smile that scared her. It tempted her to stay and made her want to run and hide. Dirty, quick, countertop sex shouldn’t feel intimate.

And yet…

“Elliott.” His heavy-lidded gaze drew her in.

A breath away from kissing him, another knock sounded from the front door, followed by a bone-chilling, “Yoo-hoo! Elliott!”

“Oh my God.” Through the frosted glass, she made out the blurry outline of her mother. When the doorknob twisted Elli shoved Brady away and hissed, “My parents!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes!”

He didn’t appear alarmed enough for her taste.

She scrambled off the counter, grabbing her clothes and his hand. “Bathroom. Go.” If they ran for the bedroom, her mother, and probably her father, too, since they rarely went anywhere without each other, would witness both Elli’s and Brady’s bare asses jogging up the stairs.

She grabbed his discarded clothes and hers, and he thankfully followed her into the bathroom. She was fuzzy and unsteady from her orgasm, and she’d really, really like to avoid her parents seeing her like this.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Brady pulled on his shorts. The nightlight plugged into the wall lit his chest in a warm honey-colored glow.

“It’s not okay.” She gestured to her reflection in the mirror and hissed, “I look like I just had the best sex of my life.”

She’d meant to underline the severity of the situation, but he took it as a compliment. “The best?”

“Now is not the time,” she warned, fighting with her sundress.

He fisted the dress and pressed her back against the door, lighting her up with a kiss that made her temporarily forget her predicament.

“Elliott! It’s Mom and Dad! Elliott?” Her mother’s voice was closer than before.

“In the bathroom! One second!” Elli shouted back. She slipped away from Brady, who was clearly amused, and pulled her dress over her head. “I’ll distract them. You can sneak out the patio door.”

“Yeah?” He pulled his shirt on and stuffed his feet into his shoes. “How you going to explain the truck in your driveway?”

Crap. She forgot about that.

“Relax, Elli Bean. I won’t tell them we just had sex in the kitchen.” He chuckled lightly before opening the bathroom door. “Can’t wait to meet them.”

Chapter 15

She left the bathroom first, rushing to the front door before her mother walked into the kitchen. That would give Brady a second to come out of hiding.