“I thought you’d want her here.”
“Yesterday I did, but now I have you.” I slide my hand around her body and drag her to me. Heat moves into her cheeks. “I’m dying to know, Quinn.”
“Know what?” she asks, as I put my hand between her thighs.
“What you’re wearing under here,” I say, and leisurely slide my hand upward until I find her bare, wet…completely ready for me again.
8
Quinn
I wake up, roll over and take in the gorgeous, naked man sleeping beside me. His blankets are hovering around his waist, exposing his sexy oblique muscles. My hands itch to touch him, my mouth waters for a taste. I move closer, breathe in his familiar scent, let it stir things inside me. I’m about to touch him but stop myself.
Wait, did I really agree to his terms yesterday? Sex for pleasure while I remain at his house helping? My God, I did. I really did.
And it’s a good damn thing, too. I’ve only been intimate with him two times, and I’m already addicted, not quite ready to give him up. Then again, who could blame me? He’s as skilled in the bedroom as he is on the ice. No wonder all the bunnies are tripping over themselves to get a piece of him. But now that he’s a father, will that settle him down, or will he go back to his old ways when he’s on the road?
I ease from the bed, needing to get ready for work. I’m confident Jonah will be okay alone with Daisy for the day, and I’ll be back at dinnertime to give him a break. I’m sure he’ll need it by then.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Jonah asks, his voice sleepy, groggy.
“I have to work, remember?”
He groans, grabs me and pulls me back to the bed. “Did you really think you were getting out of here without a good-morning kiss?”
A good-morning kiss?
Isn’t that what longtime lovers do, kiss one another before they part for the day, and when they arrive home? Since we’re not a couple, I hadn’t expected to kiss him hello or goodbye.
He climbs over me and, taking me by surprise, he slides down my body and grips the hem of my T-shirt. I’m still in his clothes, despite the fact that I made a trip home yesterday to get my own. But Jonah seems to like me in his shirts for some reason—likely because it gives him easy access to my sex.
He lifts the shirt, and exposes my body.
A grin touches his mouth as he spreads my legs. “Just the way I like you.”
I’m about to respond, but he dips his head and widens my lips with his tongue. My words turn into a moan of pleasure, and my hips rise from the bed. “Yes,” I murmur, as he presses a hot kiss to my clit. Ah, so this is the good-morning kiss he was talking about. Nothing to do with longtime couples at all. Good, because I don’t want that, and I could really get used to waking up like this every morning.
“Mmm,” he murmurs as he buries his face between my legs, licking and eating at me, until my body is hot, needy, quaking all over. I reach for him, grip his hair, and move against his invading mouth.
“Jonah,” I say, my breath a desperate whisper as he slides a finger into me, then another. He fucks me with both fingers, touching and stroking in all the right places, as his tongue swirls over my clit. My body grows hotter, the room closes in on me. My hands leave his hair, grasp at the bed sheets. I tug, twirl them in my hand as pressure builds. He moans again, loving what he’s doing to me, and that knowledge brings on my orgasm. I come and come and come some more, my muscles clenching, a storm of pleasure blowing through me and stealing my breath.
I toss my head from side to side and work to refill my lungs as he continues to kiss me, slower this time, softer, knowing just how to bring me back down. I go up on my elbows to see him, and I’m sure there is no sexier sight than this man between my legs. I shake my head at how quickly he brought me to orgasm. How the hell is he so good at this?
Because he’s had a lot of practice.
I wipe that thought from my mind and ignore the unwanted jealousy it provokes.
What’s between us is sex. Good sex. Amazing sex. Mind-blowing, orgasmic sex.
My body stops spasming, and he lifts his head, grins up at me, his mouth wet from my release. “Good morning,” he says.
“Good morning,” I say and try to catch my breath.
He crawls up me, plants his mouth on mine. “Now you can go get ready for work, and while you’re there, you can think about all the ways we’re going to fuck tonight when you get back.” His cock rubs against my leg, hard and ready. He taps the side of my ass. “You better get going. I don’t want to make you late.”
“What about you?” I ask. He just gave me amazing oral sex; does he not want anything in return?
“Tonight, after we get the baby to bed, you’re mine.” He touches my breasts. “My mouth needs more time with these. I think I might even fuck you here,” he says, running his finger between my cleavage. “Then I’m going to fill your throat with my cum.”