the door. “Gotta be at work in a couple hours, and I want to call Nana first.”
“Oh…okay.” Putting her palms flat on the table, she rose also, her movements slow and a little timid.
Curse the morning-after good-bye. It seemed ten times as awkward when all he really wanted was to drag her back into her bedroom and have his way with her for the rest of the day.
She dropped her gaze and busied herself clearing dishes. He lingered for a moment to help her, then headed to her bedroom to throw on his shirt and boots. When he finished and turned toward her bedroom door, she was standing there, having silently appeared behind him at some point.
“I meant what I said,” she told him. “I had a really great time—I mean, that’s an understatement.”
Fuck, she was beautiful, and he wanted her. He wanted her right now. Wanted to tackle her into her unkempt sheets and make her cry out his name again.
So he did. Be damned if he would be making any walk of shame today.
Her startled gasp against his lips only fueled him as he crushed her to him and toppled them both back onto the mattress. She might as well give up on wearing her little robe around him; he yanked the sash and spread it open, palming her breast while she shook and writhed under him. Her thighs gripped his jean-clad hips and she rubbed her pussy against the hard shaft of the erection he’d never really lost from spending himself inside her.
He needed to finish what he’d started last night. He’d given her the option, and she’d chosen for him to fuck her, but right now he was craving another taste of the sweetness between her legs.
He kissed her with slow, deliberate sweeps of his tongue. He wanted her dying for him to do the same thing to her clit. Judging from her gyrations, her whimpers, she wanted just that. Pinning her wrists to the bed, he kissed a path from her lips to her left nipple, budded so tight. He licked it, sucked it, gave it the lightest pinch of his teeth.
Her head tossed. She was strong; sometimes her arms would jerk, and he’d nearly lose his grip on her. But he held her fast. Her thighs rubbed up and down his hips, the heels of her feet pressed into his ass. She moved under him as if he were inside her, a slow, sensuous rhythm. If that was the way she liked it, he’d make note of it and use it on her later.
If there was one.
He slapped the thought aside. He’d make her come so hard there would be no question about later. She’d be the one coming back for more.
When both her nipples were wet and distended from his attentions, her milky skin splotchy with pink heat, he slid his open mouth down her belly. Lower, lower, flickering his tongue against her flesh. The farther down he went, the harder it became for her to move, until she was merely squirming as he pinned her legs down under his arms. As he nuzzled against her closely trimmed pubic hair, the scent of her arousal short-circuited his brain.
“Oh God, please…” she cried, the first words that had burst forth from her yet. Her wrists again threatened to break his grip.
“If I let your hands go, will you be a good girl and not touch me?”
“Why not?” she gasped, tilting her hips up toward him.
He evaded her. “All I want you to feel of me is my mouth and my fingers.”
“Yes!”
“Even when you come, don’t touch me.”
The sounds tearing from Macy’s throat were lost between whimpers and sobs. She managed to nod her head.
“Now, ask me nicely.”
“What?”
“Ask me for what you want, Macy.”
“P-please…lick me.”
“Oh, okay.” He licked the smooth inner side of her thigh.
“Shit. Not there.”
He damn near burst out laughing. “My bad. Where? I can’t read your mind, woman.”
“Lick my pussy, Seth.” He could swear her face went two shades darker red.
“Thank you. I believe I will.”
Christ, she was wet. And swollen. And sweet as the strawberries she’d put out on the table this morning. He kissed her tenderly, sweeping his tongue through her folds and collecting the taste of her juices. Her staccato sobs of moments ago turned into long, drawn-out sighs of pleasure.
His fingers loosened on her wrists, then released. Her arms remained obediently on the bed. He grazed his fingertips against her belly as he lowered first one hand and