“Fine,” she huffs. “I was going to get out of bed and shower.”
“And leave me a note and sneak off?” My fingertips dig into her flesh. I hate her need to get away from me. I understand it, but it stings more than I want to admit.
Her shoulders shift upward and then back down. “Maybe.”
“You were going to leave me in your house? What if I didn’t leave and was still here when you got back tonight?” I grip her hip with my other hand to keep her from bolting.
Her body is stiff against me, but I want her weak and needy. As needy as I am.
“Well? What would happen if I was still here when you got back home tonight?”
“We can’t do this. You’re a professor, and if anyone finds out about us hooking up, your reputation will be ruined. I won’t get into medical school.”
“No one needs to know right now. And baby, we aren’t hooking up. This….” I roll her the rest of the way on top of me. “This is more than a hook-up. If it was a hook-up, I wouldn’t think about you all day, every day. I wouldn’t crave you five minutes after I’ve had you.”
She settles against me and licks her lips. “Are you sure you’re willing to risk the fallout?”
I let go of my grip and run one hand along her back and twist the other into her hair. She moans and rocks against me. This. This is how I always want her. Sweet and ready for me. “Are you ready for the fallout of never having me touch you again?”
“No.” She shakes her head and claims my mouth. She tastes like the wine and strawberries we ate during the middle of the night. I swipe my tongue along hers, teasing her until she’s had enough and intensifies her response.
Our hands stroke and demand more until the room vibrates with desire.
I fist her hair and pull her head back until she can see the sincerity in my eyes. “I’m not done with you. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” she whimpers and grinds her clit on my dick.
“I won’t accept you seeing anyone else. Especially Tripp.”
The corners of her mouth rise into a sassy smile. “A little jealous, are we?”
“A lot jealous.” I maneuver her over me until I’m at her apex and pierce into her sex with one thrust of my hips.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispers. “That feels so good.” She rises to her knees and straddles me. When her walls squeeze down on my cock, she digs her nails into my chest. “And no other woman had better touch this cock.” She rotates her hips in a circle causing my eyes to roll back into my head. “Is that understood?”
“There’s no chance of that happening.” I clutch her ass and fuck her until stars flash behind my eyes. I don’t ever want to leave this bed or this woman.
When my phone rings, my first inclination is to ignore it, but it’s my father’s ringtone. “I’ve got to get that,” I mutter and reach toward the end table, knocking over a dildo from herUltimate Fantasy Box. The rest of the goodies are scattered around the room, where we tossed them when we were done.
“Got it.” She slips off me, causing the mattress to sag, and hands me the phone.
“Hello?” I grunt with more irritation than I’ve felt in years. The man has horrible timing.
“Your mom wanted to know if you could come to dinner tonight.”
And that couldn’t wait until I got to work? “Sure.”
At this point, I’d agree with anything to get off the damn phone and back inside the gorgeous woman on all fours staring up at me with big eyes and swollen lips from my kiss.Fuck. I want her.
“She’s making spaghetti and meatballs.”
“Yeah?”
She smiles and crawls up my body. When she runs her tongue along my cock, it bobs toward her, eager for more, despite my brain’s demand that I focus on my father’s conversation.
“Stop,” I mouth while shaking my head.
“No,” she mouths back. Her smile turns wicked.