She quickly pressed her fingers over his mouth. “Condom. In my purse.”
Relief descended over his features. “Bless you. Because I don’t know where the hell mine are. And they might’ve dry-rotted.”
She laughed, silly with pleasure. “I was a Girl Scout. Taught me two things. You can never have too many cookies. And always be prepared.”
He grinned. “Of course you were a Girl Scout.”
She shoved his shoulder playfully. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing bad.” He bent and kissed her again. “Always trying to make the world a better place. The do-gooder, my warrior princess. Be right back.”
She watched him as he headed toward the front door where she’d dropped her purse somewhere along the way. The do-gooder. She didn’t know how to feel about that opinion, but she was too lust-drunk to dissect it. Plus, Shaw shirtless and heading back her way with a condom was far too distracting for her to think straight.
Shaw returned with lightning-quick speed, and she plucked the foil packet from his fingers. “Take off your jeans. I’ll take care of this.”
He smirked and unbuttoned his jeans. “I can put it on. I haven’t forgotten that much.”
“I know,” she said, reaching out for him. “But give a girl one of her dirty fantasies.”
His gaze went hooded. “You’ve had fantasies about rolling a condom on me?”
But she couldn’t answer because at that very moment, he shoved his pants and underwear down, leaving her with a view that had her body revving like a muscle-car engine. Hot damn. Shaw’s body was enough of a wonder that she wanted to stare at all the things, but following the v-shape of his pelvis and finding herself with an unencumbered view of his cock, hard and thick in his hand, was enough for her to lose her power of speech for a second.
The tip was glistening, and she wet her lips as he stepped closer. Shaw rubbed his thumb along the head, almost an absentminded move, as if this was how he touche
d himself in private. That image struck Taryn as unbearably erotic. After all these years without a woman, Shaw had probably become quite an expert at giving himself pleasure. She could imagine him in the shower, fist around himself, muscles straining as he stroked his cock and fantasized. Had he thought about her in the past two weeks when he did it? The image was almost too much for her to take. She reached for his hand and brought it to her mouth, sucking the salty fluid off his thumb and looking up at him.
He groaned, the muscles in his jaw flexing with restraint. “Taryn. Please…”
She knew he was asking for the condom, knew he was already on the brink, but she couldn’t help herself. She scooted to the edge of the couch, and instead of rolling on the condom, she set it aside and took off her glasses. She could feel Shaw watching her, sense the tension rolling off him. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his erection.
He let out a long, hissing breath but didn’t move away. His fingers flexed at his sides. A man on the verge. She loved it—all that leashed need pulsing between them. She wanted him to feel as good as he’d made her feel. So she did what she’d only done a few times in her life, always as a favor to the guy. This time, it wasn’t about favors. She craved him, his taste, his desire. She put her lips over the head of his cock and took him into her mouth.
Shaw made a strangled sound, and his hands went to her hair, his fingers pressing against her scalp. “Taryn.”
She closed her eyes, waiting for him to tell her to stop, that it was too much. When he didn’t, she took her fill, sliding her mouth and tongue along his length, tasting his heat, the salt of him, the velvet skin. Rolling the condom on hadn’t been her fantasy. This was. Making this strong, beautiful man weak in the knees. Giving him pleasure, feeling her own feminine power.
“Baby.” His voice was cracked, ragged. “Won’t last like this. Too…good.”
She heard the ache in his voice, the warning. He was trying so hard to not be that guy who couldn’t hold it together, but she loved that he was so undone, loved hearing the strained sounds he was making. He’d waited a long time for some pleasure. They had all night for more.
She slid her hands up his thighs, massaging, as she gave herself over to the art of making him feel every bit of her tongue and lips, providing pressure and easing back, teasing and torturing. But when she trailed her hand higher and cupped his balls, letting her nails gently track over the delicate skin there, a hard tremor rumbled through him. His grip went punishing against her head, and the gritty sound he made rivaled her own level of noise. He moaned her name and then he was lost to her, his body pulsing and filling her, letting her have every last drop of him.
When he finally released his grip, she collapsed back onto the couch, her own heart pounding hard. He touched her face with reverence and slid her glasses back on with care. When her vision sharpened, she caught him looking down at her in wonder. A look that made her breath stall. A man had never looked at her like that. As if she held his world in her hand. She knew not to read anything into how a guy looked at her after she gave him head, but the effect still made her blood go fizzy in her veins. Shaw dropped to his knees, parking himself between hers, and kissed her hard. Kissed like he was afraid she would dissipate and this had all been just a dream.
He pulled back, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I’m aware.” She smiled and put her hands to his shoulders. “I wanted to. Plus, we only have one condom. I couldn’t have you breaking that land-speed record our first ride out. I need a little more time with you than that. It was a calculated plan to extend the pleasure. Perfectly executed, I might add.”
He blinked, and then he laughed big and loud. “I always knew I liked smart women.”
“That wasn’t about being smart. This is about being greedy.”
He kissed her again. “I like greedy even more. Or maybe I just like you.”
The simple words warmed her.
This could get complicated. This could get messy. He made her feel greedy for more than sex. But right now, those words were what she had to focus on. They liked each other. They were now friends who kissed. That would have to be enough.