“We can do both.” She grinned, a streak of naughtiness stealing through her. “You can clean up. I’ll get the food. We meet back here in two minutes.”
“Right here?” He swept his gaze down to where his spent cock nestled between her legs and her knees framed his thighs.
Surprising herself, she pushed up and kissed him, licking the seam of his lips until he allowed her to take possession of his mouth. He tasted a little of salt and beer and totally man. His scent filled her nostrils. “Right. Here.” She murmured.
“Okay.” He massaged her ass, exploring her curves. The heat of his body had to be leaving imprints on her soul. Everywhere they met, a new forest fire of sensation broke out.
Their mouths parted and came together with every sentence. “But we have to move to do that.”
“I know.” He swept his hand up her spine, tangled it in her hair, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He took control of the kiss, pursuing her tongue and claiming it. She groaned and moisture flooded between her legs. The aftershocks turned to foreshocks and she wanted him, right now.
“Tell me,” she let out between bursts of air, tasting him with every stroke of his lips against hers, “When.”
He surged upward, holding her straddled on his lap. Breast to chest, the friction heightened every point their bodies made contact. “Okay.”
Damn, he knows how to kiss. The slant of his mouth demanded, promised, engaged, and held her at his mercy. She clung to him, starved for the contact. The one-night stand offered her a fresh start, a clean slate, and delivered so much more. Her mind whirled with the possibilities. The slow stiffening of his cock pushed between them and she pulled back, laughter bubbling up.
“Okay, two minutes.” He grinned and brushed his thumb against her lower lip but made no move to let her go.
“Two minutes,” she agreed, her heart pounding behind her ribs. And still, they didn’t move. If anything her knees tightened against him, and she wanted to rub herself all over him like a cat in heat.
Gripping her hips, he stole another kiss and murmured against her mouth. “On three….”
“Wait.” Nipping his lower lip between each word, she asked, “On three-three or after three?”
“Hmm.” He flexed his fingers against her skin, the touch scalding her, as though branding it through her flesh. It was like she could feel him everywhere, every place he caressed with his fingers or kissed with his mouth, tingles of sensation continued to eddy. “On three.”
“Okay.” She sighed, opening her mouth to his tongue. The brush of his sweat-slicked chest glided sensuously across her almost too-sensitive nipples. Dragging her palms against his back, she explored the flexing muscles, tensing and teasing together.
“One….” he muttered, trailing hot kisses across her cheek. His traced the whorls of her ear and sucked on the lobe. “Two.”
Coils of pleasure tightened in her belly, winding up like some old-fashioned toy clicking past the point where she needed to let go, the tension holding her captive almost too much.
“Three.” He lifted her off him like she weighed no more than a feather and set her on the bed. Her body cried out at the absence of his, but he levered himself upward and paused long enough to give her a hand. “Go.”
Her mind hummed with eroticism. It took her a moment to even remember what they were supposed to do on three. He strode over to the bathroom, the muscles of his ass flexing with every step. Her insides quivered as the promise of his jean-clad ass on the street that day was delivered in spades.
Shaking off her self-indulgent, carnal stupor, she wandered over to the bags on the bar. Opening them one at a time, she unloaded the sandwiches, cold drinks, and tin of potato salad. She’d barely unwrapped one sandwich when he boxed his masculine body against her, the rigid length of his cock pressed against her ass and his hands slipped up to cover and massage her breasts.
She shuddered, hungry for him again, needing to feel him filling her.
“You like?” He laughed softly. How could he not know what he did to her?
“Yes.” She sighed. But that wasn’t where she wanted him. The riot storming through her system blotted out coherent thought.
“You mentioned fantasies earlier.” He bit down on the soft juncture between her shoulder and her neck. “Do you have any others?”
Oh. You. You. And for good measure more you. The wild, unrepentant need rushing through her should be embarrassing. Some, small rational part of her urged her to remember this was one night, nothing more, nothing less. She shut off the devilish little voice and refused to think about it. Their one moment was right now and tomorrow could damn well take care of itself.