Blood was rushing in her ears now. She should probably think about this. Things were moving lightning fast. But her body had shoved her logical self out of the driver’s seat a few long minutes ago. “Yes.”
“Keep your eyes closed and unzip your jeans,” he said in that tone that could’ve talked the habit off a nun.
“I can’t,” she whispered, but there was no conviction behind it.
“You can and you will.” The words fell hot on her. “Imagine it’s my fingers slipping inside, my tongue tasting you.”
She sighed at the images. And without thinking too hard on it, she unfastened her jeans and pulled down the zipper.
“Good girl,” he said, the low assurance moving through her like a full-body caress. “You’ve waited a long time for this. You’ve been watching, learning, wondering what it’d be like over here with me. You’ve left me wondering, too, Georgia. I’ve thought about you more than I probably should. Show me how bad you’ve craved it. Touch yourself and come for me.”
She let out a soft gasp.
This was crazy. Fucking nuts. She’d just tried to bring over a damn casserole and now here she was like some desperate, needy thing. This was too intimate an act to show someone she hardly knew.
But no, that was a sorry excuse and she knew it. Last night she’d watched in glorious detail as he’d stroked himself to orgasm. He’d known she was watching, giving her a show. Now it was her turn. And if she needed any additional encouragement, that visual was enough to push her over the ledge. That big tan fist wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down with slow, sensual glides. She let her hand slip inside her panties. If he could be that brazen, so could she.
The wet heat that greeted her wasn’t a surprise, but the instant electricity that raced over her nerve endings was. She shuddered hard. She was right there already, a rubber band stretched to its limit by this man’s hot words and poised to snap.
“That’s it, baby,” Colby said, his voice going sandpaper rough as he laid warm kisses along her neck. “Show me how sexy you are when you come. I’ve imagined it so many times. Have thought about it when I knew you were watching me, wondering what you looked like when you touched yourself. That’s what I was thinking about last night when I stroked my cock. That’s what I’ll think about tonight.”
The talk and her quick fingers were enough to send her careening into orgasm. Her back arched and she cried out, everything pulsing beneath her fingers and sensation rippling outward. Colby kept her in place, whispering dirty, sexy things to her, but she couldn’t understand them anymore. The release was so much bigger than her typical ones, like breaking out of a dark cave and feeling sun against her skin. And that felt good. Damn, did it feel good.
She gasped her way through the last few pulses of pleasure and then sank against Colby, all the tension evaporating from her body. She moved her hand from beneath her panties and let her arm fall to the side.
But Colby had other ideas. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth. He sucked her two fingers and then ran his tongue along the seam of them in a savoring glide, making her shiver all over. “That was beautiful, baby.”
“Mmm,” she said, still drifting in the afterglow. Maybe she could stay right here for the rest of the night. Maybe she—
“Well, hell,” another voice said from behind them. “How long was I sleeping?”
ELEVEN
Georgia flew into a sitting position and spun around, making Colby grunt as her ass rubbed against his straining erection. Colby turned his head. Keats was standing in
the doorway with a plate of enchiladas in his hand.
“What the hell?” Colby ground out, while Georgia tried to button her jeans.
Keats flinched at Colby’s tone. “Sorry.”
Goddammit. Colby had gotten caught up in the moment and had completely forgotten about his houseguest—a consequence of too many years living alone and being accustomed to doing what he wanted where he wanted. Colby glanced at Georgia to make sure she wasn’t freaking out, then looked back to Keats. “Ever heard of privacy?”
“I’m really sorry,” Keats said again, and hitched a thumb toward the kitchen. “But I woke up and smelled something burning. I didn’t realize y’all were uh, occupado, until, you know, I heard you talking.”
Fantastic. Who knew how long Keats had been listening. This was just what Colby needed. He adjusted the front of his jeans, his erection barely registering the turn of events.
Keats’s gaze glided over where Colby’s hands were, but then he shifted his attention to Georgia. There was no missing the flare of want in his eyes. There was also no missing the outline of Keats’s obvious interest in his pants. Someone had been listening long enough to get a hard-on.
Colby’s cock flexed against his zipper, and he had to swallow back the groan. His dick was on board with anyone in the room right now. Preferably both. Right now.
He swung his legs to the floor. “Dammit, Keats. You could’ve said something to let us know you were here.”
Keats shook his head and leaned against the door frame. “Nuh-uh, no way was I interrupting that train. I’ve lived with enough roommates to know that if you walk in on something, you don’t do anything but keep your mouth shut and walk away.” He looked to Georgia. “I’m really sorry for invading, but I would’ve ruined it for you if I said something sooner. And I didn’t, you know, see anything.”
Just heard. That was the part he wasn’t saying.
“I think I should go,” Georgia said.