Letting my hormones take over wasn’t an option, no matter how tempted I was by Clay. “Um…Good. I’m glad.”
I scurried past him and headed to my bedroom. After leaving the bags with Wrenley’s toiletries near my door, I tossed a bunch of my pillows onto the floor and climbed onto my mattress. My ears kept straining for the sounds of Clay doing the same. About fifteen minutes later, I heard the creak of the bed in the other room. Twisting around, I pressed my palm against the wall above my head. Only about five inches of drywall, lumber, and insulation separated me from Clay.
The next two weeks would be much harder than I originally thought. And for a totally different reason than I expected—it would take all of my self-control to keep my hands off him.
7
Clay
At six in the morning, I gave up on sleep. The memories of bumping into Marleigh wearing silky sleep shorts that showed off her rounded ass and a matching tank that didn’t hide her perfect tits were burned into my brain. It was damn difficult to relax when I knew what she was wearing to bed. Sleeping wasn’t easy when dealing with a ten-inch baseball bat between your legs.
I threw the covers off and rolled out of bed, then trudged over to one of my duffels and pulled out a pair of checkered pajama bottoms. They’d been what I wore to bed at Jordan’s, but I went back to sleeping nude in Marleigh’s apartment. I wasn’t gonna lie, part of me hoped I’d have a reason to leave the room naked and give her an eyeful.
However, that didn’t mean I was going to walk around in my birthday suit before I had a chance to make sure it wouldn’t freak my girl out. Her reaction last night had been both amusing and so fucking adorable. She’d been aroused and embarrassed at the same time. Which had turned her skin redder than mine when I forgot to put on sunscreen.
My stomach growled, and I grabbed a protein bar from one of my boxes to hold me over until the groceries I ordered at five thirty this morning arrived and I could make breakfast. I wandered out to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of milk. Just as I was putting the empty glass in the dishwasher—something a good houseguest would do, so I ignored the impulse to leave it in the sink—my phone buzzed with a text informing me that my delivery was outside the door.
There were a lot of bags, but I managed to get them all in one trip and set them on the counter to go through them. When I was done, I was rather impressed to find only one missing item and a squashed loaf of bread. In twenty-eight years—excluding the time when I wasn’t living in New York—I’d never seen a perfect delivery.
I found a place for everything but kept out all of the ingredients for eggs Benedict and a fruit salad. By the time the salad was done, I’d heard the bathroom door shut and knew Marleigh was awake. That was my sign to turn on the coffee maker and start cooking the main dish.
My appetite for breakfast fled the second my girl stumbled into the kitchen. She looked hot as fuck dressed in her tiny silk shorts and matching tank top, but with her sleepy eyes and bedroom hair, a wall of desire slammed into me. The only thing that would have made her appearance more alluring would be adding the “freshly fucked” vibe. And I wasn’t going to wait very long to see it.
“Good morning, baby,” I murmured as I poured a mug full of coffee.
She rubbed her eyes, then peered at me with a frown, despite the desire burning in her ice-blue orbs. “Did you run out of clean shirts?” she muttered.
I swallowed a laugh as I sauntered over and handed her the mug. Then I bent down so we were eye-to-eye and smirked. “Don’t pretend you don’t like what you see, baby,” I murmured. “Your lips are saying one thing, but those pretty blues are saying something quite different. Let’s see if I can get your mouth in agreement with your eyes.” I leaned in and did what I’d been dying for since she opened her door last night. My lips brushed over hers, gently at first. But all it took was one taste for my hunger to flare, gnawing at me and demanding satisfaction.
The press of my mouth over hers was more insistent this time, and when Marleigh let out a little moan, I was done for. I had just enough brain power left to take the hot liquid from her hand and set it by the sink. Then I lifted her and set her butt on the edge of the opposite counter before moving to stand between her legs.
I cupped a hip with one hand while the other slid into her hair and around to cradle the back of her skull. My cock was tenting my sleep pants, reaching for the heat radiating from Marleigh’s pussy. With a little pressure on her hip, I scooted her forward and closed any remaining distance between us. “Fuck,” I grunted against her mouth when my cock snuggled into the apex of her thighs. My hips did a small, involuntary roll, and with the way my dick slid against her, I wondered if she was wearing panties. Or if her juices were saturating the silky fabric. The thought of her soaking through her shorts—and then my pajamas—made my cock leak a little bit of come.
Curling my fingers into her hair, I gently tugged her head back to change the angle and give me better access to her mouth. Marleigh gasped, and I took the opportunity to sweep my tongue inside. She tasted so good, it only made my hunger that much more raw. I wanted that amazing flavor on my tongue as I lapped up every drop of her arousal and watched her come.
I tore my mouth from hers and dropped to my knees. Before she even realized what was happening, I dragged her to the edge of the counter and opened my mouth over her center, sucking hard on as much of the surface as possible.
“Oh my gosh!” she squealed. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she plunged her fingers into my hair and held me to her, as if I was going to try to stop.
Not a fucking snowball’s chance in hell.
I held her legs open as far as they could comfortably go and continued sucking, then I dragged my tongue up the drenched fabric. I’d had it with her shorts after just one lick. I retreated just enough to yank them down and off her legs. “Holy shit,” I breathed when I got my first look at her pussy. “You’re perfect.” I trailed a fingertip from her clit, down to her channel, then back up. “Pink and wet. Swollen with need, fucking hell, baby, I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Clay,” she whimpered.
I took that as permission to continue, so I opened her legs wide again and pressed my face against her sex. After taking a deep breath and pulling her scent into my lungs, I stiffened my tongue and stabbed it into her hole, then dragged it up to circle her bundle of nerves before repeating the action.
“Oh! Clay! Don’t stop!”
Marleigh’s grip on my hair was causing a stinging pain on my scalp, but it only added to my out-of-control libido.
I attacked her pussy without finesse, wildly feeding on her as if she were my first meal in years. The desperation to taste her climax eroded my desire to savor this moment, and it won. I released her legs so I could hold open her pussy lips with one hand and fill her with a finger from the other. “Son of a bitch,” I grunted. “You’re tight as fuck.” I was going to have to break her in a little before I’d be able to fit all of my big, long cock inside her. But I had no doubt she’d take me eventually. She was made for me. And when the fat head of my dick was at her cervix, I was gonna make her come so hard that every drop of my seed would be sucked inside her womb.
The thought came out of nowhere, but instead of freaking me out, I knew it was what I wanted. As soon as I had Marleigh in my bed, I was gonna knock her up—and I’d keep trying until it happened. Then I’d keep practicing for the next one.
An image of Marleigh with a round, swollen stomach sent my instincts into overdrive. I feasted on her with a single-minded purpose, and it wasn’t long before her channel clamped around my finger. “Come, baby,” I growled before sucking her clit into my mouth and curling my finger so that the tip scraped over her most sensitive spot.
Marleigh dropped her head back and cried out, then I repeated my actions, and she fell back onto the counter with a scream ripping from her lips. “Yes! Clay!”