I like when you say what you mean. Now if you could teach Capone a few nice phrases.”
“Speaking of nice things,” I say and glance at his pants. “Keep going. I want to see if the rumors are true.”
He arches one brow. “Rumors?”
I blink at him with pure innocence. “You know, that farmers come equipped.”
He laughs out loud at that. “What am I getting myself into?” he teases.
“Get yourself naked, and you’ll find out.”
He shakes his head. “Jesus, Alyson,” he says, and his big hands make fast work of his clothes. He kicks off his jeans, and I swear to God I nearly bite off my tongue as I gawk at the gorgeous man that is mine for tonight.
“Capone’s got it all wrong, Jay.” A little off-balance at the perfection before me, I admire his hard chest and even harder cock. “Your giblets are just fine. In fact, everything about you is better than fine.”
“You’re going to make my ego swell,” he teases as his cock juts out toward me, in need of attention. I understand that need exactly. My body warms, anticipation racing through me as I take in his hardness, his eagerness. My mouth waters, my hands itch, and forgetting about everyone and everything except this moment, this man, I step up to him, weigh him in my palms, and stroke his tight, silky-soft shaft.
“That’s not the only thing on you that’s swelling.”
He steps up to me, crowds me, and runs his fingers through my hair, pushing it back from my face. His other hand tugs me to him, and my body collides with his. Moisture breaks out on my skin as his lips find mine again. I moan, indulge in his sweet taste as I writhe my hips, letting him know in no uncertain terms how much I want him. It’s almost frightening.
He slides his hand from my hair and, catching me by surprise, grips the thin band on my panties and rips them from my hips.
“Oh, my God,” I say, and he chuckles against my throat.
“I’ll replace these, too,” he says.
“I never knew farmers were such impatient people. But I like it, Jay. I like it a lot.”
His mouth goes lower and lower, his lips so close to my nipple I shift, putting one into his mouth. His chuckle reverberates around me. “Look at you: impatient, too?”
“Well, I am a farmer now,” I say, but my eyes slip shut when he draws my nipple in deeper. He sucks hard, and as the heat of his mouth warms me from the inside out, pleasure shoots through me. Calloused fingers run down my rib cage and reach between my legs. I sway against him as he parts my damp folds and runs his rough finger over me.
“Jay,” I manage to get out as heat ravishes me, my temperature jumping to inferno. He circles my clit, and I grow slicker. I clutch at his shoulders and dig my nails into his flesh as his nimble fingers do the most amazing things between my legs. My knees quiver a bit, and when I falter in my heels, he grips my ass and backs me up. My legs hit the bed, and he gives a shove, and the two of us topple onto the soft mattress.
His beautiful body lands on mine, holds me captive between hardness and the soft bedding. He’s been on top of me before, and just like then, I’m unable to fill my lungs with air. Except this time, it’s because we’re both naked, and he’s looking at me like he’s going to eat me alive. My body sings in sweet bliss, and I resist the urge to strut around and crow like Cluck, or bellow out hallelujah. The last time a man made my body croon was…never.
He shifts his body weight, and I suck in a breath but exhale quickly when he pushes my legs apart and tracks the pad of his thumb up my thigh. His mouth nips at my nipple, twirling it between his teeth, and I feel the tug deep inside me.
“Jay,” I cry, wanting his damn finger inside me already.
“Needy girl,” he says. “Don’t worry, I’m here to help.”
“Yes, it’s been too long.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. This is a one-night stand, and he doesn’t need to know my sad history.
“Me, too,” he murmurs, and that takes me by surprise. I don’t know much about him, but I do know he doesn’t like to talk about