Just Want Somebody to Love. Keri Ford
focus of his eyes. The rise and fall of his deep breaths that passed his lips. She reached up the solid heat of his chest, and his pulse thudded under her fingertips. Her heartbeat kicked it up another notch, and her breath was in a losing race against keeping up. Heat filled between her thighs, and she wanted to press her legs together, but that wasn’t happening so long as he stood between hers. “Justin?”
His gaze lowered to her mouth, and he traced her bottom lip with her thumb. “Yeah?”
Words evaporated as he stroked over her mouth and fingers caressed her neck. He waited for whatever she might have wanted to say. “I don’t remember.”
“You can tell me later.” Her bra loosened and the straps fell off her shoulders.
He pushed her back and she went. He didn’t come down on top of her this time. His knee rested on the mattress between her thighs as he leaned over and pulled her bra away. The straps had always been uncomfortable, but as he pulled it off her, the material caressed along her elbows, then wrists. The hairs along her arms stood on end.
He opened her jeans and ever so freaking slowly started on lowering the zipper. A swallowed moved through his corded throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever paid this much attention when undressing a woman before.”
Two ticks of her zipper sounded out, and if he didn’t get them down, she’d swat his hands away and rip her clothes off herself. “Can you maybe pay close attention some other time?”
“I don’t think so.” His chuckle was deep and rumbled through the room. His voice was chocolate and rich candy. Smooth caramel melting over a tongue.
Two more clicks.
Thank God for low cut jeans with a short zipper. But then another two agonizing clicks sounded out. His knuckles brushed against her lower belly and she jumped.
A brow lifted on his face. “Who’s ticklish now?”
Every last bit of her was wound tight and waited to spring. He hadn’t opened her jeans, and by the cock of his brow and turn of his lips, he wasn’t going to until she managed an answer. “Ticklish isn’t the word I’d use.”
“Which word would you use?”
Horny? She cleared her throat. “Sensitive.”
Just one click this time. He reached under her ass, caught the waist of her pants, and tugged. Off they went, leaving her in brown cotton panties. Oh no. Um. She glanced at him, but didn’t want to see his expression and instead covered her eyes. Who even knew they made brown panties? And more important, since when did she have a pair of them? And why didn’t she remember wearing them when this whole thing started?
He tucked his finger under the wide, unsexy, all about tummy control band and traced from hip to hip before pulling them off.
She cleared her throat. Way to kill the mood. After all that talk about enjoying the moment of undressing, and there wasn’t anything more spectacular to discover than ugly cotton. “I wasn’t planning on running into anyone that would have me in this position.”
“I like them.” He flicked them off his fingertips. “I like them better now.”
She wasn’t sure, nor did she care, where her panties landed. “So do I.”
“It does make me want to stay through Monday morning though, just to see what you’d wear when you were expecting someone.”
“And I have so many choices.” She couldn’t think of any off the top of her head, but her panty drawer was stuffed full. There had to be something better in there.
“Doesn’t sound like I’ll be able to see them all before I leave.”
“Guess that means you’ll have to come back then.”
“I guess so.” He lowered his zipper far faster than hers. Not as fast as her heart beat, but at least it wasn’t another slow tease. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and placed it next to the bed. Then his jeans were gone. Just dark green boxer briefs that didn’t look to be staying on long, not if his member straining the shorts had anything to do about it.
Now they were talking at the same speed. She eased backward on the bed so her feet weren’t hanging off. He crawled across the mattress to her. His lips landed just below her belly button. He kissed his way up the center of her, right between her breasts, to her neck, and then found her lips once again.
He was a kisser, and he was damn good at it, so that was fine. She wasn’t used to the attention and she liked it. His hands worked magic on her body, and his lips made her crazy. Distracted her from the rest of the room and everything else happening. His leg pressed against the part of her thighs and she jumped.
He was grinning again. “Someone’s excited.”
That would be her. She found his length and stroked it. He tightened, his lips paused against hers, and she released him. “I don’t think I’m the only one.”
“I passed excited the moment you followed me out of the bar. I’m here by a thread.” His roughened voice, and the playful tone she’d listened to most of the night, was all but gone. His fingers shook against her side. Hanging by a thread was a good way of putting it.
She freed him from his boxers and pushed the cotton over his hips. She shoved them as far as she could reach, and he took over from there and flung them off his legs.
He cupped her face in his hands. “You know you just cut foreplay in half by taking those off.”
“Only half?” She frowned. “I was hoping to bypass it altogether.”
He blinked. “Where have you been all my life?”
She laughed and he reached for his wallet. He managed a condom and had it on faster than she thought possible. She didn’t have to reach for him. He had her back in his arms already as he settled between her legs. She bent her knees against his hips, opening farther for him. The broad tip of him entered her. She stretched, taking him bit by bit as he filled her and their hips met.
His mouth was back over hers in a hungry kiss as she adjusted to his length and width. His tongue moved across hers in a sensual motion she was anxious for their bodies to mimic, but with his hips pinning her to the bed, she was at his mercy until he was ready.
Ever so slowly, his hips moved.
He rubbed up and down her thigh. Slow at first, matching his thrusts. Then faster. The hand on her leg became needy as her pulse became frantic. His angle adjusted so she was happily trapped as he moved against her. Her hips were pushed against the mattress as he seemed to somehow reach deeper and deeper.
Still she couldn’t get enough. She held tighter as he took her how he wanted. He kissed from her mouth to her neck, and she gasped for air while he thoroughly had his way with her. Heat, need, and wanting surrounded where he touched. Nerves attempted to fly in a hundred directions at once, but kept focused and tight and growing more intense where his length filled.
His grip on her thigh was firm and unforgiving as he took her over and over. Each filling thrust caught her breath. His lips never left her body. From her breasts to her neck, he kissed her and she’d never felt so sexy than now when it seemed he couldn’t get enough.
From his mouth to his hands. His belly on hers. There was not one part of her he didn’t have covered. Even his leg trapped one of hers to the bed by his foot hooked over her shin. His breath raced across her skin, and the heat pooling between her released at once and spun through her tight muscles as she called out his name on another thrust.
He thrust harder and faster, pushing her up the bed as his forceful strokes filled her over and over again. The walls of her insides gripped his cock in tight friction and shuddered out of control again. His heavy breaths broke from a rhythmical pattern and stuttered. His arms shook. A low grunt transformed to a rumble vibrating out of him. His quick, hard taking of her slowed and softened.
She kissed his neck and shoulder, savoring the