After Hours. Karen Kendall
was still mussed from the previous night and he hadn’t shaved: sawdust particles clung to some of his beard bristle, and even in his eyelashes. She resisted the urge to wipe his face for him—he probably wouldn’t appreciate it.
He finished planing the door, opened and closed it with satisfaction, and then grabbed a broom to clean up the mess. She took it from him. “Let me do that, and you can put away your tools.”
He raised a brow. “You’re going to clean up after me? Hey, wanna do my laundry and make me some brownies, too?”
Peggy whacked him in the butt with the broom. He turned, grabbed it and used it to pull her toward him. “I was only kidding,” he said against her mouth. Then he kissed her, sending sexual electricity shooting through her veins. She lost herself in his kiss for a while, as he stroked her tongue with his and explored every crevice of her mouth. She almost forgot her anger.
He smelled a little ripe, but she didn’t care. His scent was all he-man, macho and competent. She didn’t know why it turned her on that he could fix doors and replace porch floors, but it did.
Not that she had to get all girly about it. She was sure that she could nail planks to a deck and pop a precut door into a frame, too. So there. She broke the kiss, irritated with herself. I can do anything he can.
An irrelevant thought popped into her head. “Do you leave a toothbrush here at Sam’s?” He’d tasted of mint.
“Not exactly.” A smile crept onto his face. “I used Derek’s after he left for school.”
“Ugh!”
Troy shrugged. “It was better than dragon breath, and I figure what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. You’re not going to give me away, are you?”
“Depends.”
He still had his hands on her shoulders, and they tightened in mock menace as he squinted down at her. “Depends on what?”
She thought about it for a second and then grinned impishly. “On your performance back at your place.”
“My performance?”
She twisted away and ran laughing for her car, slamming the door and locking it just before he got to the driver’s side.
He leered at her through the glass, his hands on his hips. “If you’re brave enough to show up at my house after that little challenge, I’m gonna teach you something about performance.”
“Ooooh, I hope so.” Peggy turned the keys in the ignition and sped away. In her rearview mirror, she saw him sprint up the steps to lock Sam’s door and then sprint back to the curb to get into the Lotus.
SHE WAS NAKED in his pool when he arrived and began to strip off his clothes purposefully. “You better watch out, little girl,” he said. “Shark’s almost in the water.”
She turned to climb out as he dove in, but he was too fast. He caught her neatly by the ankle and jerked her backward. She shrieked and landed with an almighty splash, feeling his arm snake around her and then his hand between her legs. She surfaced sputtering, pushed the hair out of her eyes and said, “You don’t wait for an invitation, do—oooh—you?”
“Oh, I think you issued that before you took off in that little munchkin-mobile of yours, honey. Excuse me, what was that?”
“Aaaaaahhh. Ohh, yes!”
“You’re so agreeable all of a sudden.”
“Not a munchkin—haahhhh—mobile!”
“It’s no bigger than a doughnut,” said Troy, flipping her onto her back and capturing a nipple in his mouth. He squeezed her breasts together and licked back and forth at the tips, while she almost came on the spot. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but he wouldn’t let her.
He raised his head and pushed her through the water over to the dual metal handrails on one side of the pool. “I think you’d better hang on to those, babe.”
A little alarmed at his expression, she did. He pulled her body straight, so that she was floating on her back in the water. Then he parted her legs and walked between them. He cupped the cheeks of her bottom in his hands, squeezing gently and looking right at the core of her, which she found embarrassing in the bright sunlight. She wriggled and tried to move back so she could pull her knees together.
The cool water slapped at her sex, which felt divine. Everything was freer, more sensual in the water, cleaner.
Troy wouldn’t let her budge more than six inches. “Where’re you trying to go?” He growled. “I see something I want to eat.”
A flash of heat streaked through her, causing the little bud at her center to throb almost painfully. The thought of his mouth on her, tongue flicking skillfully, suction applied just right…
He grinned at her wolfishly. “You want me to kiss you there, don’t you?”
She swallowed and didn’t reply, just closed her eyes halfway and willed him to do it.
“You want me to treat you like an ice-cream cone. Lick all around the edges, catch any drips, maybe take a little bite off the top now and then.”
She was going to come from him just talking to her.
He dipped her down into the water and it lapped against her, coolness sliding and swirling along her hot flesh. She gasped and opened her thighs even wider, helpless under the promise of more pleasure.
Troy sank into the water so that the backs of her knees rested on his shoulders. She almost dug her heels into his back to urge him forward, but she was too inhibited. He wasn’t her sex slave, after all! But heaven help her, she wanted him to be.
His hands moved all over her ass in the water, stroking and squeezing, fingers dipping into the cleft of her bottom and then moving along her inner thighs. She jerked to the side once or twice so that he’d touch her where she wanted to be touched, but he just laughed and moved quickly out of the way.
“You’re torturing me,” she said, her voice sounding plaintive to her own ears.
“You catch on fast.”
“Please, Troy…”
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
She lost all shame and did dig her heels into his back. His only response was to chuckle softly. He lifted her bottom to the surface of the water and moved a little closer to her. Close enough to blow warm air there, while she arched her back mindlessly and tried to reach him.
He let her twist in the wind.
“Please,” she moaned again.
“Please what? Say it. Say, ‘Troy, I want you—’”
“Troy, I want you,” she repeated hoarsely.
“To eat me.”
She balked at that. “I can’t say that, it’s too dirty!”
“You can’t say it, but you want me to do it.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Like this?” He licked her from the bottom of her sex to the top.
She gave a strangled cry.
He stabbed his tongue inside her, making circular motions, and she whimpered with mindless gratitude. Then he fastened his lips over her clitoris and sucked.
She came absolutely unglued, thrashing and crying out as wave after wave of sharp, tingling pleasure hit and crested over her.
He entered her on the last crescendo, in one stroke, and impossibly she came again, this time from somewhere deep inside, spasm after spasm while he drove into her, until she felt like a rag doll…and then felt nothing at all except for the blunt tip of