my neck and draws me forward, sweeping the tip of her tongue up my chin and swirling it over my lips like she’s mopping up every ounce of her orgasm I wear.
With a growl, my hands latch beneath her ass. “I need inside you, right now.”
Jess hops up with my help and wraps her legs around my waist. “Yes, please.” She giggles, her mouth attacking my neck as I carry her to my bedroom, where I set her on her feet, strip, and produce a much-needed condom. I proceed to bury myself between her legs until she screams more obscenities than a sailor, and I’m drunk with euphoria. Then I want to do it all again.
Fucking hell, it’s official: I AM obsessed with this woman.
“Are you still…?” Her restless legs drop to the mattress.
“Hard as a rock?” I finish for her and sit on my haunches while maintaining my grip on her hips. The object of her inquiry glides in a leisurely rhythm, allowing her body a semblance of recovery so she can handle round three.
Her nails trail over the curve of my ass. “Did you not … was it…”
I can’t read her expression. The limited light in the house comes from the television in the living room, which means I’m staring at an outline with flashes of white eyes and teeth, but I don’t need a visual to recognize the uncertainty in her voice.
“Don’t you dare get insecure on me, Aggie.” My palm circles over her stomach. “It was so good, I can’t stop my hips moving. My dick is a greedy motherfucker, he wants more.”
Her legs tense as she brushes her fingers over the skin directly above the base of my dick. “Can your dick take a time out?” she asks.
Her request is playful, but the message is clear.
Toppling forward, I brace my arms by her head and lower until our faces are inches apart. “You’re in control, all you had to do was ask.” I drop a kiss on her lips—half lips, half cheek, since the room is dark as shit—then ease out of her and fall to my side. The loss of her warmth sucks balls as we lie side by side, our pants mixing with the baseball game playing in the living room. Eventually, the steel rod between my legs eases.
Worried if I leave the bed she’ll up and run like she did yesterday, I roll sideways and slip off the condom, knotting the end before setting it on the floor. Turning back, I stretch my arm between us and reach for her, any part will do, the demand to stroke her skin is insatiable.
She jerks with a gasp when my fingers brush her ribs. Since she’s on her back, I prop to my forearm and hover. My palm spreads wide between her breasts and navel. “Is this okay?” I ask when she inhales sharply.
She releases the breath, her stomach muscles softening, and her fingers cover mine. “Yeah, you’re good,” she says, removing her hand.
I mindlessly tease around her belly button, dragging my fingertips across her smooth skin in random patterns and shapes while my eyes acclimate to the dark, and I find her profile in the shadows. When my eyesight finally adjusts, she’s staring up at me.
“I’m my mother,” she says, out of the blue. “I sleep with guys for fun. I don’t commit. I don’t talk about feelings.”
My hand stills. “You’re not the first person to admit liking casual sex, Jess. There’s nothing wrong with it if it’s what you want. That doesn’t make you a—”
“A whore like her?” she interrupts. “Because here I am, in your bed after knocking on your door at midnight”
“Not even a little bit.” I tweak her ribs. “Jess, at the store, I was teasing when I mentioned stipulations for my buying you dinner. I wanted to hang out. I never meant to imply—I never met your mom, so I can’t call her a whore, but I know she was a married woman who slept around. That isn’t something you’d do.”
The mattress shifts as she sits upright, wrapping her arms around her knees and forming a tight ball. “You’re right.” She exhales. “But I can’t help seeing myself as she is. I didn’t even know what she was until she left him. I thought she was flirty. Playful and friendly.” Her humorless laughter lures me into a sitting position beside her. “That’s crazy, right? How did I not recognize the signs?” She doesn’t expect a reply, so I