“I don’t have to,” she said, and let out a breathy moan when I kissed her belly button.
“What else do you want to do?”
My hands slid down her hips, feeling her everywhere. She was so soft, yet firm. Blood rushed to my head while I thought of all the ways I wanted to use her body.
She was silent for a momenttoo many momentsand I looked up at her again to see her worrying her lip between her teeth.
My arousal increased. “You know you’re safe in this room with me, right?” She nodded and let go of her lip. I crawled back up her body until I was aligned with her again. “Then what is it you want?”
“I’ve never…” She swallowed and exhaled. “I want to taste you.”
“Fuck,” I groaned and squeezed my eyes closed.
I didn’t think there was anything a man could like in the world more than a blowjob. One done by any woman was good enough to get off quickly. One done by a woman who might not have the most finesse, but had the most desire and energy was sometimes more incredible than good sex.
I rolled off her, and brought her with me. She gasped in surprise and then straddled me. My hands wrapped around her back, and I slid one hand up to her neck and pulled her against me.
“You taste me,” I said, our lips almost brushing against each other’s. “Then you ride me.”
Her eyes lit up with excitement and I pushed my head back into the pillow, letting out another groan. I didn’t give her time to think of an excuse not to, or a reason why I might not have wanted this.
I pulled her toward me and pressed her mouth against mine, sliding my tongue inside her mouth, and rocking into her to show her that the idea of her having her way with me was the biggest damn turn-on I’d ever felt.
Then I lay still while she explored my body.
Her lips brushed against my skin, following the trails and dips of my abs. She pressed her soft lips down the length of my arms before tasting me right above my hip bones.
With every brush of her lips against me, my skin burned until I thought it would combust.
My fingers curled into the sheets beneath me, as I forced myself to allow her this control. To give her what she wanted.
I let loose a groan when she wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock for the first time. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.
And when I finally yanked her off my dick, set her on top me, and then watched as she sank herself down onto me, I was certain there would never be a woman more perfectly made for me.
We came together, her fingers clinging to mine on the bed, and our shouts were explosive enough to be heard throughout the entire town.
I didn’t give one single fuck.
When we exhausted ourselves, I held her in my arms until she fell asleep.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face because I had been right. Tomorrow morning, her swear jar would be overflowing, and it was worth every single fucking dollar to shout and curse and groan while I let her have her wicked way with me.
Chapter 18
Trina
Had to get to the restaurant for deliveries.
Don’t leave the house or unlock the door for anyone.
Call me when you wake up.
Last night was perfect.
~D
I pressed the flimsy, wrinkled receipt to my chest and sighed.
His commands and bossiness would bother me if I didn’t know they came from a place of concern and caring, instead of a desire to rule over me.
At my feet, Boomer curled up on his side and sighed.
I did the same thing, burrowing back under Declan’s covers, but reached for the cellphone.
I had an order to follow.
And I had learned last night, that while he gave me a semblance of control with our bodies but still continually told me what to do and how good it felt once I did it, when Declan ordered to me do something, there was always pleasure at the end of it for me.
“I hope the photos turn out well,” I said, turning toward Jorge Rivera, the photographer Camden had talked into doing the fireman-calendar photo shoot on short notice.
He was a five-foot-five-inch gay man whose partner worked at a small accounting firm with Camden. He worked at an investment firm, but was trying to begin his own photography business, so he was hoping this calendar brought him attention and clients.
He had even volunteered to do the shoot for free in order to build his portfolio.
When I met him earlier and asked if he was certain he didn’t want to be paid, he placed his hand on my shoulder, grinned, and said, “Honey, please. I get to look at wet, half-naked men all day. That alone is payment enough.”
And really…he was right.
Because the day had been full of wet, half-naked men draped all over one of their smaller engines, which was parked in front of the restaurant. Traffic on Main Street had been slowed down for hours.
Fireside Grill hadn’t received a single complaint.
They had, though, had a lot of people coming in, after stopping by to watch the shoot. Inside, we had half-off appetizers and beer, and it surprised me how many women had taken a look at the attraction outside, then headed inside to cool off with a beer and a side of potato skins.
Apparently staring at half-naked men made women thirsty as well as hungry.
“These photos will be spectacular,” Jorge said, looking through the viewing lens on one of the three different cameras he used for the shots. Before the restaurant opened, he had even gotten a bunch of photos inside Fireside Grill, which made the servers giggle with amusement. It also made Declan scowl, every time he caught me looking.
It was business.
Mostly.
Some of the men were attractive.
But none could hold a candle to Declan and his body, which I’d become very accustomed to over the last week.
“How long until you can get through edits on them?” I turned to face Jorge, forcing myself to stop looking at the firefighters as they threw T-shirts on over their rippled muscles.
He clicked through a few more photos, smiling wider with every click. “By the end of next week.” He turned to me and smirked. “Something tells me I won’t be able to stop thinking of these men…err, photos…once I get started.”
I laughed with him and reached out to shake his hand. “Thanks again for making this so successful. If you ever need a reference, let Declan know and I’m sure he’ll give you a great one.”
“No problem.” He crouched down and began packing up his camera equipment, which I took as my cue to leave.
“Excuse me,” a woman called out as I opened the door to enter Fireside. “Ma’am?”
I turned around and found a woman walking quickly toward me, waving something small in her hand. “Hi,” she said, a bit breathless when she reached me.
I let go of the door and stepped out of the doorway. “Hi. Can I help you?”
Her eyes went to the firemen behind me and back to mine. “I hope so. I’m Kate and I’m in the process of opening up a baking shop just a few businesses down from here. Are you the woman who organized this shoot today?”
“I am.” I held out my hand for her to shake. “Trina Winston.”
“Kate. Kate Simpson.” She shook my hand and held up a business card. “I talked to a few other women around here earlier today. I think…Chelsea, she said her name was. Anyway, she mentioned that you were in charge of this and some new promotions for Fireside Grill.”
“Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?”
“Well I was wondering if you and I could meet sometime in the next week or so. My shop is opening in mid-November and I’m trying to find some new ideas to market to the area. Is that something you’d be interested in? Or have time for?”
My eyes widened as I held her business card in my hand. I had to make a conscious effort not to crumple it in my palm. “I’m sorry,” I began, and watched her excitement diminish. Darn it. “I’d love to, I would. But I don’t exactly have an office or a company. I’m just doing this to help out the owner.”
“Oh.” Her expression fell further before perking up. “Well, I’d hire you anyway. Or maybe you’d be willing to sit down and talk with me? Point me in the right direction? I had a firm all hired, but they’ve been lagging on their deadlines and promises, and I’ve been sinking money into something that just hasn’t worked out. Like I said, I open in a few weeks and I’ve been flipping out.”
I was too overwhelmed to think straight, but even so, ideas for a bakery immediately began percolating in my mind. “Why don’t we get together later in the week. Meet for lunch here, maybe?” I nodded toward Fireside Grill. “I’m here most of the time working with Declan. We can talk about what you’re looking for, and I can let you know if it’s something I can do. In the meantime, I’ll spend time researching some PR firms with decent rates and reviews so I can have some other options for you.”
“Thank you,” she gasped and clasped her hands together. “Can we do lunch on Wednesday?”
“Works for me.” I’d been at Fireside every day of the week lately, and it wasn’t like I had much else going on in my life.
“Perfect. Thank you, Trina. Honestly. And I swear, I’ll pay you what I’d pay anyone.”
I smiled politely. She wouldn’t choose me. I just did this as a favor for Declan to help him out, but I was in no position to start my own firm or anything like that. “We’ll talk about it Wednesday.”