Her fingers run through my hair. She yanks a lock just above my left ear, and I jerk back.
She draws up her knees. “My pussy doesn’t know what the fuck it’s talking about. It’s obviously confused.”
I part her legs and lick her from asshole to clit. She lets her knees fall open with a great exhale.
I push my finger into her entrance, wiggling it against that little spot at the top, just inside. Her hips buck on my hand. I tickle her bud with the tip of my tongue until she lets out another moan.
I slip a second finger in with the first and push deep, swirling into the sweet juiciness of her pussy, pulling my fingers down, so I can also slip my tongue just inside. I cover her clit and the top of her mound with my mouth, creating a pocket of suction down to my fingers, allowing me to suck up all the cream she’s made just for me. Then I slide my tongue from side to side, back and forth across her clit.
Her cunt flexes around my fingers as I slather my tongue over her and pick up the pace of shoving into her and pulling back. I hook my fingers so they don’t slip out.
As she comes again, I savor every drop of her, storing up the memory of how she feels and tastes. As prickly as she’s been, there’s no telling how long I’ll be able to keep her.
* * *
She lay in my arms with her back to my chest and her ass snuggled against my groin. I entwine my fingers with hers. The color contrast of our skin stiffens my cock. I press a kiss to the back of her neck.
She stirs, turning to look into my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Just soaking you up.”
Her forehead wrinkles. “You are such a girl.”
I pull back, pinching her nipple. “Am not.”
She flops over to her side, facing me. “You talk more during sex than any guy I’ve ever been with. That’s girly.”
“Fuck you, I barely said anything.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “And forget those other guys, or we’ll have round two right now.”
Her eyes go wide and she covers her mouth as if in fright, talking in her fake-hick accent. “Oh, I’m skeered.”
I grab her ass and pull her to my burgeoning erection. “You should be. It’s time you say it.”
I nuzzle her neck.
Her fingers trail over my back. “Say what?”
“That you missed me.”
She rolls away from me. “I won’t. You can’t make me.”
I throw my arm over her, pulling her against me. I put my mouth on her milk chocolate nipple and suck, sliding my hand over her mound to dip a finger into her entrance.
I may not be able to get her to say it yet, but I know she’s missed me. Those tears gave her away, whether she wants to admit it or not. And right now, while she needs the money, I’ve got her. She’s mine. Every fucking square centimeter of her is mine for the taking.
Mine for as long as I can hang on.
Mine to convince that I want her for forever this time.
Mine to love.
FIFTEEN
The buzz in my ear yanks me from his embrace. My heart aches as Buck fades when I’m pulled back to the waking world. I let out a sigh. That dream never stops haunting me.
I slap at the night table to turn off the alarm, but my hand doesn’t land on the phone—it comes into contact with a solid, warm body.
My eyes fly open.
Big hands pull me closer to his chest.
Maybe I’m still sleeping.
Wait. No.
Fuck.
Buck grins at me. “Morning, Beautiful.”
My lungs deflate. Shit. I’m so screwed.
He rolls away for a moment, taking his phone from the night table and swiping his finger across the screen. “Trudi, why the fuck are you calling me so early on a Saturday?”
Her voice is muffled at his ear, but the tone is clear. She’s not happy.
A crease forms between his brows. “Ah, shit. I forgot. Damn. Yeah, I’ll get my ass there, but you have to give me a couple of hours. I have something that needs doing this morning.”
He reaches for me as I scoot away from him, almost falling off the edge of the bed before I catch myself. I hold up a finger as I back toward the hotel bathroom. Luckily, there are complimentary toiletries in the little basket on the counter.
I put off going back into the room with him by brushing my teeth—twice. I get into the shower, wash my hair, shave my legs, and soak under the hot spray.
The toilet flushes. My gut twists.
The sink faucet turns on. I pretend to still be busy in the shower by washing my body a second time. Maybe he’ll leave and I can get my shit together before I have to face him.
The shower curtain swishes open. “Hey, want some company?”
I shake my head.
His eyebrow quirks. “Too bad, Lover. I’m coming in.”
“That’s fine. I’m finished anyway.”