Just Want Somebody to Love. Keri Ford
a leg bent up as he breathed. “Memorable enough for you?”
Oh God yes. So much that she wasn’t near done with this evening. She hadn’t had sex in ages, and it would be a long time before she got it again. There was a lot of ground to cover. “I suppose it’s a decent enough start.”
His head lifted off the pillow. “You sounded and looked like it was better than that.”
She raked hair out of her face that probably stuck up in the most terrifying way. When his eyes met hers, though, she didn’t care. Muscles still tired and straining, she straddled his lap. “I have no complaints. You did a good job, but I was just getting warmed up.” She shrugged one shoulder. “Unless you can’t and need to go?”
A challenge landed in his eyes. “I can do this for hours.”
His fingertips touched her thighs as he moved up her legs and caught her hips. She might have been exaggerating a little, but when he pulled her down, yeah, okay. Let’s do this until she collapsed.
Chapter 4
Justin held her hips against his. Her back arched and made a sexy dip on her lower back as her head whipped up and her hair bounced. She gasped. He leaned over and left another trail of kisses on her spine as he spent himself.
That was the third time? Fourth. She lowered to the bed in a cat like stretch and he followed. Instead of flopping over her, he pulled away and fell by her side. She turned to him. Most of her face was hidden behind her arm, but her eyes were full of a teasing glint. “Did we make it in time?”
He wasn’t sure he should bother trying to catch his breath. Ever since he’d walked in Whitney’s house, he’d been losing it one time after another. He couldn’t pinpoint whether it was him, her, or maybe both of them, but he didn’t have hook ups like this. He met a girl, if it got physical this fast, then great. They had a good time and then he left.
The clocked beamed a red three AM at him. “We’ll call it close enough.”
She chuckled and the noise licked his balls all the way to the top of his dick. Going by his normal standards, he should have been out of here hours ago. He scrubbed his eyes with his palms, and this time, he sat before falling back in her arms. Or more truthful, tugging her into his. His tired muscles rejected the movement, and the pillow he’d been on called him back, but he resisted it all.
The bed shifted and he didn’t have a choice. He had to look. He glanced over his shoulder as she rolled close. Her hair was wild. There wasn’t a strand of it that looked in a place it should be. Something that was all his fault. He’d gotten his hands in her hair, and he hadn’t wanted to get them back out. The times he’d let the strands go were to get his hands on her body. He itched to do that again.
Her eyes were tired, but her lips tipped in that way that kept dragging him back to this bed every time he started to leave. Not this time, though.
Three AM. So much for celebrating with Brandon tonight. They’d have that talk in the morning. Knowing he had that coming was the only reason he pushed off the bed. Biggest day of their lives, and he didn’t want his brother to look back and remember Justin giving the news half-asleep.
The muscles in his legs pulled as he stood. Holy hell, was he going to be sore from sex? He rubbed over his face again. Not possible. He caught sight of her, and the images of the night flashed through his mind. Holding her, bending her over. The cramps he’d caught but ignored, then forgot about.
Okay. Maybe sore was possible. Worth it. “I have to go.”
“I know. You’ve been saying that for about two hours.”
He managed to get his jeans pulled up even though the sheet she wore served her on a silver platter. The rest of her—hell, all of her—tempted him to take those jeans right back off for round four. No wait. That would be number five. He cleared his throat and buttoned his pants. “You’re hard to leave.”
She patted the space next to her. “Still warm.”
He leaned over—didn’t risk sitting—and gave her another one of those body bending, forceful kisses. By the time it was over with, she was breathless. Her mouth was wet from his, and her dreamy eyes filled with a hundred more positions he’d like to bend her into.
He stood once again and let out a heavy sigh. Damn. He never dreaded leaving a woman before so much in his life. If she just wouldn’t pout her lips like that. Or maybe she should just put a sack over her head until he got out of there. As if a paper bag could hide her from his imagination.
He shook his head. He had made arrangements to be here through Monday. No sense in packing all this in one night. Not that he wouldn’t try that again if he got the chance. “Are you free tomorrow around lunch?”
“I can be.” She moaned and hugged a pillow as she rolled to her side. The sheet fell along the sweep of her curves, dipping for her waist and rising over her hips, only to trail along the length of her thighs. “My mom is coming in town sometime in the afternoon, though, so I can’t lie around in my bedroom all day.”
He frowned. “There went my idea.”
She searched him, and damn it. He had to get out of here before he ended up back in the sheets she looked to be strangling. She wadded the sheet another turn around her hands, dipping it lower down her chest until the light shade of her pink nipples started to show. “You did want to see how well I could remember my way through the trails in the woods. I know of a couple places we could disappear to for a while. I have a big blanket.”
He scrubbed over his face, and there was no erasing the immediate image of her naked under the sun and waiting to do whatever they could dream up. “I like the sound of that.”
“Do you know where The Curve is?”
“I can find out. Noon?”
“Noon sounds good.”
“I have to go. By any luck, Brandon hasn’t locked me out.”
She loosened her grip on the sheet, letting it dip. “If he has, it won’t take long to warm a spot in the bed back up.”
Another five minutes here and he could justify staying. It was time to go. Celebrating had to end so he could spill the news with his brother and begin the celebration all over again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I’ll walk you out.” She stood off the bed, leaving the sheet behind, and encouraged his dick to get a rash on his zipper. He looked away and made the mistake of staring at the torn apart bed. Sex good enough that the sheets weren’t even on the bed anymore? That about described their night. He faced her and found she’d dropped a thin tank on that stopped at her hips.
She turned at the waist and modeled green panties. “I told you I had better ones.”
Lace wrapped her hips and covered her in sheer sexiness. Did. Not. Want. To. Leave. “I’d still rather see them on the floor with the other pair.”
Her cheeks pinked as she tucked some of her hair back. “If Brandon locked you out, I’ll personally make that happen.”
He prayed on the way out that Brandon had not only locked the door, he’d placed land mines over a field of red sensors that would set off flame cannons as a warning to anyone attempting to cross them.
She followed him downstairs and stopped by the door where his shirt was puddled on the floor next to his shoes.
He tossed them on and faced her. Oh, that was a mistake. He gave her another shake of his head. “If I kiss you again, I don’t know that I’ll be able to leave.”
Her head tipped as she arched her back in another feline stretch. Through the thin white tank, her nipples puckered. “I’m okay with that.”
There was a slender table in the hall, and he could have his pants open and her bent over it in about two seconds. He had no doubts she was wet. Or he could just put her on the nearest wall.