“It’s just a shirt. I’d rip yours off if I had the strength.”
He broke away for a second, yanking his shirt over his head and off. “You don’t care?”
“About a stupid shirt? No.”
He gave her an unreadable look in the darkness.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing. I just love …”
Her heart stopped beating for a second.
“How you are.”
She grabbed a breath. “And how’s that?”
He hooked her around the waist and tossed her to the bed, following close behind. “Like no other woman I’ve ever met.”
She didn’t know what to say to that, but the statement rang through her like the reverb of a bell—radiating out and making everything hum.
He didn’t give her a chance to process it fully though because he was kissing her again. She looped her arms around his neck and let him press her into the bed as he kissed the ever-loving sense out of her. Fucking with his mouth, that’s what he was doing. Long, deep strokes and hot, quick nips and thrusts. Her body rocked against him, grinding against the open fly of his jeans. She wanted to fuse with him, to melt together and lose herself in the moment.
She got a handful of his ass and squeezed the firm muscle. “You need to ditch these pants.”
He braced himself on his arms above her. “Undress me, then.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She yanked at his jeans and tugged them down and off. They hit the wall somewhere in the dark. And then it was hot skin sliding on hot skin, hard against soft. His cock ground along her slick cleft, grazing her clit over and over but not entering her. Then his mouth went to hers again as he slowly drove her wild with the stimulation.
He groaned into her mouth. “You feel so fucking good against me. So soft and wet. I bet I could make you come just like this.”
“Don’t you dare. You’re going to fuck me, James. No getting out of it.”
He laughed, and she could tell it did something to him to hear his first name. She hadn’t even meant to say it, but when he was stripped down like this, that’s how she thought of him. The rock star left the building. It was just the man.
“I promise to do just that.” He moved his hand to the bed. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“Please, please tell me you have condoms because I just realized we used my wallet stash already and my bag’s in the truck.”
“Shit. Check that bedside table. I think I might.”
He reached over and yanked the drawer open. There was rummaging. Then: “Jackpot!”
Pike lifted the foil wrapper in victory like he’d found the coveted prize in the bottom of the cereal box. Oakley couldn’t see it fully in the low light, but it looked to be a sample package the OB/GYN had given her on her last visit. Thank God for free samples.
Pike tore the package open and rolled the condom on. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, you were demanding I fuck you.”
“Yes, let’s get to that part.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “Definitely. But first, we’re going to play with the other thing you’re keeping in your drawer.”
“What?” Her eyelids snapped open.
Pike held up the vibrating plug and small bottle of lubricant he’d included in his Wicked care package. “Tried this one out yet?”
Her face heated. “I was saving it for our next call.”