Body convulsing, she screamed his name while she rode out the orgasm. Liquid flooded her pussy, spilling out onto his wrist and down her thighs. His mouth watered. He removed his fingers and licked them clean.
“How about that shower?”
“Not just yet.” She shot out a hand, gripping him. For a moment he forgot how to breathe. “It’s your turn.” Leaning back, he watched her kneel before him. The curve of her upper back called to him. He caressed the silky expanse as she sucked his head into her mouth. His length was too long to take down whole, but she gave it a valiant effort, bobbing her head and grasping him with her fists.
“Shit, just like that, Juliette.” Burying his fingers in her hair, he drove upward. The slippery haven of her hollowed cheeks had him spilling down her throat in minutes. He watched the demure librarian swallow everything he had to give, pull back and lick him clean. It was an erotic display he’d be jacking off to for years to come.
“Now we can take that shower.”
“You got my legs like Jell-O. I’m a lightweight and contemplating a bath.” A giggle rent the air. His stomach rumbled and he glanced down. “I think that’s our cue.” Together they walked across the room to the bathroom. This woman could be his ruin if he invested too much and she got cold feet. The thought sobered him. Sneaking a glance down at her soft face, he knew he’d risk it. Life was a crapshoot. This time he thought he’d chosen a better woman.
* * * * *
Clad in a pair of low-hanging sweatpants drawn as tight as she could get and a Lords of Mayhem t-shirt, Juliette was hand-delivered to her front door around one o’clock in the afternoon. She stood on her front porch with the neighbors peeking out of their windows. A motorcycle roaring up the street of the quiet cul-de-sac was the equivalent to a barrage of gunfire.
“Looks like you’ll be the talk of the street tonight.”
“I’m sure they’re all trying to think up a reason to come by and meet you right now. Hell, I would be if the roles were reversed.”
He chuckled. “You have me.”
For now. “Mmm.”
“You think I’m bullshitting?”
“I think a man like you needs more than a woman like me to keep him engaged.”
“Funny, you were doing just fine last night and this morning.” He trapped her against the door with his body. The muscles in her stomach jerked.
“The neighbors—”
“I don’t give a fuck about your neighbors.” A wicked grin spread across his lips, and he leaned forward, lowering his voice. “I want you to know I’m in this all the way.” The sincerity in his tone and the intensity coming from his dark gaze melted her. “You are a sexy, intriguing minx of a woman. Hearing you talk about yourself like you’re less than that makes me want to kick someone’s teeth in.”
His promise of violence on her behalf touched her. There’d never been a man in her life to play the role of knight in shining armor. In her life men had only hurt her.
“Aaah, I see the bloodlust in your eyes.”
“Maybe I’m amused by how old-fashioned you are.”
“Only in some things. Or it seems to be you in specific.” He bent and nipped at her bottom lip. A moan crept up from the depths of her soul. The man inspired passion. He swooped down, capturing her lips, melting her from the inside out with his talented tongue. It was all she could do not to lift her leg and hook it around his hip.
Fuck it. Giving in to the wild streak he’d set into motion, she did just that. His hardened cock pressed against her and she rolled her hips. A rumble vibrated his chest as they surfaced for air.
“You’re too tempting for your own good. I need to get out of here before I’m late. Prez doesn’t take too kindly to flaking.”
“Prez?” She wrinkled her brow.
“My boss.”
“Okay.” She wondered what he did but now didn’t seem the time to ask.
“I’ll call you.”
She nodded, taking a mental picture to last her if he didn’t. Sliding his sunglasses down over his eyes, he offered one last smile before he walked down her driveway. The faded jeans hugged his firm ass and muscular thighs. His leather vest covered a plain white t-shirt, the Lords of Mayhem brand there for all to see.
Clearing the lump that had settled in her throat, she pasted on a smile and glanced out at the neighbors who’d crept out onto their porches, peered over their fences and practically pressed their nose to the glasses. Yes, he’s all mine. Pride and a sense of naughtiness bubbled to the surface. Deciding she didn’t give a fuck might be the best thing she’d done for herself in years. The time for meeting up, like two members of rival families, was over.
Turning, she unlocked her door and went inside, determined not to watch him ride away like some desperate half of a one-night stand. Jogging to her phone in the breakfast nook, she dialed Joey.