Defying the Odds(49)

“You’re fine.” Melody stroked his hair, easing the throbbing at his temples and lulling him back to sleep. “Feels nice. Being with you is always nice.”



Clay had to agree. This was quite possibly the nicest place he’d ever been in his entire life, and he wouldn’t have been able to move even if he wanted to. He fell asleep as quickly as he woke up, thinking if that darn phone rang one more time, it was going to hit the wall.



* * * *



The phone rang—many times.



Clay didn’t toss it against the wall, but only because Melody was the one closest to it. When the sky went from black to gray, Clay made it clear if the guy at the front desk woke him up one more time he was going down there in his underwear and use the clerk’s head as a punching bag.



Melody told the front desk to stop with the wake-up calls.



But it seemed like she was apprehensive about falling back to sleep when the doctors had made it clear Clay had a concussion that needed to be monitored. With both of them more asleep than awake, Melody switched positions, draping herself over Clay. Her head rested against his chest; her fingers reached up to trace his face. They ran lightly over the taped cuts. Clay knew he probably looked worse as morning approached than he had the night before. He was happy it was mostly dark in the room.



Then Melody started kissing his chest, and he couldn’t think to give a shit about anything but his cock hardening. He tangled his fingers in her thick hair and squinted to see past the near darkness of the room as she nipped one flat, dark nipple. Melody was naked and touching him, with her hand sliding down to trace the lines of his abdominal muscles, and it was really turning him on.



She lifted her gaze to him, her green eyes stark and vibrant in the near darkness. “Is this okay?”



Seeing her without glasses never stopped surprising him because she was so breathtakingly beautiful but somehow exposed in a way that appealed to him. He swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah, it’s um…great. I like when you touch me.”



She gave him a smile, dimples peeking out beneath long blonde hair before she lowered her head and placed a kiss against the center of his chest. He pushed her hair away from her face, watching Melody place soft, tentative kisses over the muscles of his chest before she started moving lower.



Her tongue darted out, dragging slowly over the first ridges of his abdominal muscles, and Clay’s breathing fell shallow. Lust and concussions didn’t play well together. The throb in his head was more deafening than ever, but he wasn’t going to tell Melody that. He was enthralled, his cock straining hard and swollen against the confining material of his underwear.



His stomach muscles clenched as she moved lower, licking and kissing her way to the elastic of his black briefs. His entire body was tense in anticipation. His gaze followed her every movement. His cock jerked at the way her pink tongue looked darting past full, lush lips. She was naked and bare and gorgeous, and it was taking more strength than he knew he had not to take control. He wanted to roll her over to taste and own her like she was doing to him, but he didn’t. Clay lay there passively, letting her learn him, giving her the power to set the pace.



When she cupped him through his underwear, he nearly came off the bed. His eyes closed to the surge of desire, his head falling back against the pillow. She stroked him through the material, and he growled in response. His dick felt so fucking good in her hand, but the underwear was starting to seriously piss him off.



“Take ’em off,” he said through clenched teeth, unable to curb his harsh nature when he was this turned on.



Melody tugged at the band, pulling it over his hips, sliding the briefs down, and exposing his cock. It slapped against his stomach, hard and eager, as Melody worked the underwear down his long legs. Once they were past his knees, he helped kick them off.





On her hands and knees, with long hair hiding full breasts and pink nipples, Melody looked more angelic than ever. Only now she was more reminiscent of a fallen angel, one who’d surrendered herself to a devil that wanted more from her than friendship and pie. Clay couldn’t even feel bad for the corruption. He was completely captivated, and it felt okay. He saw the hunger reflected in her emerald gaze as she crawled back over him.



The lust and desire reverberated between them, making the need more intense with every raspy breath. Her eyes actually sparkled as they ran over his naked body spread out and exposed beneath her. Her smile was impish. Then she leaned down, grasping his thick cock, and licked the head. He groaned and thrust his hips into the caress of her hand, desperate for more. She took the invitation and sucked him, her mouth sliding down his cock in a slow, sensual stroke.