He palmed her bottom, moving her up and down. “You feel so good, Megan. I love the way you move on me.”
“You’re pretty fun to ride,” she said, bending closer as she rocked up and down, her hot flesh gripping him, sending tremors throughout his body. Her breasts bounced lightly as she moved, and that was all the invitation he needed to fondle them. Besides, if he didn’t have his hands on her breasts in this position, then he’d need to have his brain examined. He reached for them, kneaded her flesh and squeezed her nipples. Her breath caught as she closed her eyes, luxuriating, it seemed, in his touch.
“That’s pretty much the fastest way to send me over the edge,” she murmured.
“That is excellent intel to have. And thank God you got rid of that pesky bra earlier in the night.”
“I think this is why you didn’t resist having me on top,” she said. “Better access to my breasts.”
“You figured me out. Besides, resistance is futile,” he said, rocking his hips into her with powerful thrusts. He stroked her nipples as he fucked her, and judging from her moans, she might have been ready to rocket into another climax. Yeah, that’s exactly where he wanted to send her. He wanted to hear that beautiful music falling on his ears. He’d join her there soon enough; his climax was visible on the horizon now, coming into view as pleasure pulsed through his veins.
“Do you know what I thought when I first saw you? I thought you were stunning walking down the street. And now I know you’re even more breathtaking when you come,” he said, his voice hot and husky against her skin as he pulled her to him. He ran his hands through her hair. “And I want to see that again.”
“You’re going to,” she panted, crying out in pleasure, the expression on her face absolutely decadent as her lips fell open. She rode him faster and harder until he felt her tighten around him, then dig her nails into his shoulders, holding on hard as she came undone on him.
Then he fucked her relentlessly through his own orgasm, until he collapsed alongside her, in that same state of delirium that strangers who were now lovers sought. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her ear. There was a light sheen of sweat on her skin, and he found it made her all the more alluring. He stepped away for a minute to toss out the condom, and when he returned, he pulled her in close. “Thank you for coming home with me tonight,” he whispered.
“Thank you for inviting me. You’re amazing.”
“So are you.”
“We should do that again,” she said, and he tensed momentarily at the prospect of more. A knee-jerk reaction, given his own relationship fears that ran so deep they needed their own running shoes. Then he tried to let go, reminding himself that she was safe because she wasn’t even in town that long. “I mean, tonight. Or tomorrow. You know, before I leave town,” she continued.
“When do you head out?”
“Soon. I’m here for a couple weeks.”
Music to his ears. He wanted more of her. More of this. But not so much that he’d have to deal with the shit he couldn’t handle. A few weeks was finite. A few weeks meant an end. It wasn’t that he was averse to commitment. He just knew it wasn’t in any woman’s best interests to be committed to him.
“Then why don’t we do this again tomorrow night? How about around, say, ten p.m. you walk into my alley and take off your underwear. I’ll act like a gentleman like I don’t see it—”
She smirked and swatted his arm. “But in reality, you’ll be watching every little bit of my alley striptease.”
“Of course. I’m a man. A beautiful woman walks by, it would be wrong of me to look away.”
“You want a repeat tomorrow night? I’ll shimmy out of my panties.”
He grew hard again with the images that flashed before him, and he pulled her closer, wrapping her up in his arms. She fit there well. “Mmm. Yes, then give them to me, and I’ll find a way to shield you from prying eyes as I make you come again.”
“I believe that could be arranged.”
Soon, she was snuggling in closer, and he didn’t mind, not one bit. In fact, he had the best night of sleep in ages.
Chapter Four
She didn’t want to wake him up. The man looked so damn peaceful, as if he was deep in dreamland. She quietly ripped out a sheet of paper from her notebook and wrote her number on it, then drew a quick picture of a raccoon.
A very female, very sexy raccoon with curvy hips and a trim waist. She grinned at the image. It felt like a private little joke—their shared thing. She considered it and decided it needed an article of clothing, so she added a bra, and in the middle of the bra she wrote her number.