A Wifey for the Bad Boy(147)

She sighed then, her eyes fluttering closed. He could tell the exact moment that she surrendered to her desire, and acquiesced to his. Keith cupped the back of her head, leaning in for gentle kiss, barely a brush of lips against hers. He needed her relaxed, compliant, he wanted her. He wanted her so fucking badly. “Pretend I’m the anti-match.com,” he whispered against her lips. “Pretend I’m somebody from Farmers Only if you need to, or any of those sites. Just make sure that you smile, Jan. I love your smile.”

She reached up gripping his shoulders pulling him down to kiss her again. Ah, good. She was in the game now. Keith crushed her to him, his mouth sealing on hers. This was not the time for slow gentle kisses. He took possession of her mouth, just as much as he took possession in his working life. She was his, he was in control. Keith only pulled back when she started making little mewling sounds, her chest began heaving. He pulled back, reeling, stepping just a few paces away. Jan put her hand to her mouth, almost covering her little smile.

“Oh my God. That was…”

“That was what?”

“That was… Please, bed. My panties are so wet right now I’m sloshing.”

“Well that’s not very sexy imagery,” he told her. “I think you need to work on your delivery, beautiful.”

She bumped hips with him, her eyes focusing in on his cock, which is hard throbbing and tenting his pants. “Somehow,” she said dragging the word out, “I think really do just fine. Very, very fine.”

He liked this transition in her, confident, a bit sassy, and very cute. There was something endearing about it, a self-satisfied woman who knew just how to please a man. Oh yeah. Oh hell yeah. Bedroom. Incoming.

He motioned her forward and led her to his bedroom, hoping that everything was neat and clean. He wasn’t messy exactly, but then again, he hadn’t been expecting someone to be having sex with him tonight. Keith poked his head in the room, glad to see he’d pulled up his blankets and didn’t have any scrubs or street clothes on the ground.

“Come into my lair.”

“Said the spider to the fly,” she replied. When she was relaxed and that beautiful smile came out, she was utterly breathtaking, and he didn’t want to have her any other way now.

“Not a spider or a fly here,” Keith replied. As soon as they crossed the threshold, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her like he’d not dared before, a full, powerful, unleashed possession of her mouth. Keith took her mouth hard, not giving her any room to protest, and she melted against him.

“There you go,” he said, pulling away. All his senses were working overtime, and he was reeling with the feel and scent of her. She was aroused, probably achingly so. Good. Join the club, so was he.

“How do you want this?” he asked as he began tugging off clothes.

She was watching keenly as he unbuttoned his shirt, his chest coming into view. She raked her gaze over him, assessing him, and it seemed that she was very happy with what she saw.

“An honest to God six pack,” she said, a tinge of all in her voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those outside the gym, you know what those gym boys like to do.”

“You go to the gym?” It shouldn’t have surprised him, but it did.

“Oh yeah, until I cure my addiction to chocolate.” She stepped closer, “Can I touch?”

“Touch anywhere you want, baby. Just don’t wait forever to get naked. I want to see you too.”

She ran her fingertips over his chest down his sternum and over his abs. She made a sound that was almost a whimper, something that told him that she really enjoyed what she was feeling. Didn’t figure she’d have any complaints.

“Can I touch all over?”

Oh yeah, she was going to go for it. He was still in his jeans, they were just slightly tented by his cock. “Yeah. Touch me. Just not for long. I’m ready to go, are you ready.”

She dropped to her knees and he sucked in a breath. Her fingertips trailed very gently over his length, and she leaned in, licking his head through his jeans. God, that was one of the hottest things he could have imagined. She looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. “I can’t wait to do this when you’re in just a thin pair of underwear. To lick you into you coming that way.” Oh God, he liked her confidence, she was something else. “Why don’t you unwrap your little gift there,” he told her.

“There’s nothing little about this honey.”

“Well nobody has had any complaints, Jan.”

“I bet you have a lot of satisfied customers.”

“The only one I’m concerned about is the beautiful lady in front of me. One who seems to have too many clothes on. I sure as hell like what you’re doing.”