But this was a booty call for her, as it was for him as well. She wasn’t looking for a relationship. She’d made that clear the first afternoon they’d slept together. Asked him to keep it quiet, and not to expect anything from her. He’d gleaned enough to know she was a widow of two years, still living on her husband’s family land.
And that nobody had touched her in those years until him.
The memory of her responsiveness made him rock hard. She opened the door and there she was. Her curls tumbling around her shoulders, a pretty dress skimming her amazing curves, and those piercing blue eyes as wide as the sky. She looked so damn feminine it brought the animal out in him. Without saying a word, he stepped inside, kicking the door shut with his heel, and pinned her against the wall, crashing his lips against hers.
She gasped against his mouth, then arched her body into his, deepening the kiss until they were a tangle of desire. The hard-on he’d had since he’d stepped on her stoop was like an iron bar against her. He pulled her up, her legs curling around his waist, her arms around his neck, the warm heat of her welcoming him in.
Her fingers caressed the short hair at the back of his neck as he lowered his mouth to her neck, sucking and kissing her delicate skin until she let out a low moan. It did something to him, that sound. Made him need to hear it again and again. To make her feel toe curling pleasure until she was breathless and high.
He already knew where the bedroom was. Up the short flight of stairs where he had to duck his head as to not knock it against the ceiling. Her bed was neatly made, the covers tucked in, a white embroidered runner at the bottom. He kicked his shoes off then laid her down on the mattress, taking in the sight of her perfection against the whiteness of the sheets.
“Take your dress off.”
Her eyes flashed with desire. She did exactly what she was told, slowly peeling the fabric over her dark curls before throwing it on the floor. She was wearing ivory lingerie, the lace fabric so sheer he could see the dark shadow of her nipples through them. And damn if it didn’t make him harder than ever. Still fully-clothed, he crawled over her, kissing her shoulders, her chest, the swell of her breasts. Then he lowered his mouth to her soft stomach, loving the taste of her.
Her breath hitched as he pulled the lace cups down to expose her breasts. He closed his mouth over one nipple to suck her tightly. She liked it rough. Hard. She’d made that clear from the start. And he was going to give it to her every way she desired.
But first he needed to taste her. Yanking the pretty panties from her ass, he slid them down her legs and threw them to the floor. She went to take her bra off and he pulled her hands away. “That stays on,” he said gruffly.
“Okay.”
He yanked her thighs apart, his thumbs digging into her soft skin. He dropped his head to breathe her in. “You smell delicious.”
Looking up, he could see the blush staining her cheeks. Loved the way he was in control of her blood flow the way he was in control of her. To test his theory, he slid his finger into the warmth of her, feeling the wetness, the heat, the need.
She gasped as he followed his finger with his tongue, licking at her like she was some kind of sweet dessert. Then he did it again, harder this time. Enough to make her cry out, her thighs tightening around him as he licked and teased.
When she came, her moans muffled by her hands, her thighs quivering like Jell-O, he stood and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the floor next to her panties. His pants were next, the release of his zipper a relief to his steel hardness, then his shorts and socks, landing in a pile next to the bed.
All he had left the condom he’d taken from his wallet. She was watching him, her throat undulating as she swallowed hard. He slid it onto his erection, loving the way her eyes were so wide and needy.
He’d thought of this moment for the past month. Fantasized how it would feel to be inside her again. Whether she’d be as sweet and responsive as he remembered. As he climbed over her sweet body, caging her in with his arms and pushed himself into her, he knew it was even better.
He’d found a little slice of heaven, and he wanted it to last forever.
“You okay?” Logan asked her an hour later. It was pitch black outside, though they hadn’t bothered to close the curtains. The only creatures who could see in would be the chickens, and they were too busy roosting to care what Courtney and Logan were doing.
“I’m good.” She stretched her arms languidly, then turned on her side to look at him. He brushed the curls away from her face, his fingers trailing along the skin behind her ear.
“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we were together?” He blinked when he realized he’d said it out loud. Those were dangerous words. Most women would take them as an invitation.
But Courtney laughed and he knew she hadn’t taken him seriously.
“We’d drive each other crazy,” she said, her eyes twinkling as they met his. “Look at how incompatible we are. You’re a city boy, I’m a country girl. You’ll never be the kind of guy who’d be happy cleaning out the chicken coop.”
He laughed at the thought of it. “I’d drive you crazy,” he told her. “Just like every woman I’ve ever dated.”
She propped her chin up on her hand and gave him a speculative look. “That’s because you’re a love ‘em and leave ‘em type.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you think of me?”
Her lips twitched. “Sorry. Did I offend you?”
“No. It’s just interesting hearing how you see me.”
She ran a finger down his neck, to the dip at the base of his throat. “You’re good looking. Successful. If you wanted to be in a relationship you would be. At our age there are more women looking for relationships than men.”
He tipped his head to the side. “How old are you?”