Bad Boy Rebound(32)

Was he frustrated?

Hesitating for only a moment, I took off the earbuds and walked toward him, wishing he wasn’t so gorgeous as I wiped a hand over my sweat-drenched forehead. “Hey.”

“I thought I’d better stay out here just in case you decided to run right by,” he said, the side of his mouth lifting in a tentative smile. “Mandy, Heather told me she dropped by my house.”

I forced a smile I didn’t feel. If Heather was such a stalker, then why didn’t he block her calls? “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

We were only three feet from each other. He reached out and took my hand, and I nearly pulled away but stopped myself short of doing so.

“I do have to explain.” He took another step forward. “Amanda, I swear that I’m not seeing Heather. The only reason I spoke with her this week was because she wouldn’t leave me alone. She was dropping by my jobs and it was getting out of control. I’d hoped that having a face-to-face would drive the point home that we were finished. She came up to me, put her arms around my waist, and kissed me. I told her we were finished, and I walked away. That was it.” He sighed heavily. “Trust me, Amanda.”

The truth was…I didn’t know how to trust. And given his reputation, he probably wasn’t the best choice for a committed relationship. But I wasn’t looking for that, was I? No, I was rebounding and I would have the time of my life.

Ross had seen to that. As much as I wanted to pretend that I could be in a relationship, I’m not sure if I would ever stop looking over my shoulder or becoming paranoid that someone, particularly someone younger and prettier than me, would win my man’s heart. “I want to trust you.”

“Let me prove myself to you.” He sounded desperate. “I don’t want anyone else.”

“I understand,” I said, all the anxiety I’d been feeling since Heather had shown up at his door fading away. “You can’t erase your past any more than I can erase mine.”

I took the steps that separated us, feeling silly for having drawn a conclusion before even asking him. “I’m glad you came over.”

He flashed a relieved smile as his arms wrapped around me, his hands cupping my ass. “How about if we take the day off from renovating and go to the lake for the day? We’ll bring a blanket, pick up some chicken on the way, maybe a couple of inner tubes.”

I laughed under my breath and kissed him gently. “Are you sure you want to go to the lake? I can think of things we can do here.”

The sides of his mouth lifted in a sexy smile. “Watch it, I might just throw you over my shoulder and march into that house and make love to you nonstop.”

“What’s stopping you?” I asked under my breath, kissing him again.

Before I could blink, he flung me over his shoulder, my face level with his tight ass as he strode toward the front door and nudged it open with his knee. His boots echoed on the new flooring as he entered my room. With a firm slap on my ass, he flung me onto the bed and started to rapidly undress. While I watched, I took off my shirt, shorts, and panties and lay back on my elbows. “I should shower,” I said half-heartedly, watching him step out of his pants and underwear. “I’m all sweaty from my run.”

“I like you this way,” he said, his husky voice making me want him even more. “Perspiration clinging to your gorgeous skin. It makes me want to lick you from head to toe.”

And boy, did he know how to lick. I smiled, my gaze sliding from his to the dark nest of curls and the hard length of cock that throbbed and pulsed beneath. I pulled him down beside me and kissed each nipple, laving each, biting gently, before moving further down. He actually trembled as I kissed his navel, then moved down to take his cock into my mouth. Swirling my tongue along the ridge, I took him deeper, noting the way his fingers curled on my shoulders. Stroking his thighs with my fingers, I found the tiny patch on his scrotum that made his breath quicken and his hands on my shoulders tighten further.

He grew longer and thicker with each stroke of my tongue. I looked up to find him watching me, his thick-lashed emerald eyes so dark, so sensual, it made me slick with desire.

Strong fingers tightened on my shoulder, stopping my motion.



“Give me a second.”

I smiled inwardly.

Bending his head, he kissed my breast, teasing the nipple. He touched my sex, inserting one finger, then two. His thumb brushed over my clit, drawing little circles around the sensitive bud while pumping his fingers in and out of me.

His cock nudged my opening. “You’re so wet,” he said against my ear.