Yeah. No skin.
“But won’t that make things uncomfortable for us—for you? Isn’t everyone going to wonder why your mate’s off living in her own apartment and dating other men?”
Now he stiffened. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dating other men? Who the hell would she date?
And why the fuck do you care, Farm Boy?
To refrain from pouting like a two-year-old and to avoid being forced to explore his feelings on the subject anymore, he opted to nip this conversation in the bud. “You make a valid point. So let’s table this conversation for another time—maybe after we handle the other stuff, like this Escobar, who’d damn well better hope I don’t get my hands on him. You don’t have to make decisions this second.”
“Good thing. It’s hard to make viable, important life choices in your nightgown,” she whispered, taking the option for conversation off the table when she used his neck as leverage and hopped up, wrapping her long legs around his waist.
Now this? This he could get with. Losing himself in her body was an easy way to avoid dealing with how she made him feel things he didn’t want to feel. His cock, already aware of her curves pressed to his body, stiffened almost painfully. Martine did something to him—something new—something he couldn’t stop thinking about whenever they were apart.
Right now, he wanted more of that something he couldn’t define.
He plucked at the front of her nightgown, running his tongue over her lower lip, smiling when she shivered and her nipples tightened. “Speaking of nightgowns, isn’t yours uncomfortable?”
She chuckled that low, husky laugh that left his chest tight and his desire raging and, while still clinging to his waist, lifted her arms up, indicating he should remove the barrier.
Which he gladly did, admiring her pretty pink nipples and the way they turned upward, making his tongue itch to lick them.
She slid her arms back around his neck in a loose hold, her eyes sliding closed when he cupped her breasts, thumbing each hard nipple until her head fell back on her neck.
Her breathing grew choppy, her legs tightening around his waist when she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Let’s go make good on our agreement. Now.”
Derrick grunted his approval, carrying her down the hall to his bedroom, where he dropped her on the bed and she watched him remove his clothes.
Martine wasn’t shy as her eyes roved over his chest and down to his painfully erect cock. Her uninhibited sexuality turned him on like nothing else, made his mouth water and his pulse race.
He crawled over her to grab a condom from the nightstand, dropping it on the pillow beside her head before bracketing her hips with his knees.
Letting his body hover over hers, he entwined their fingers, pulling her arms over her head before taking her lips, capturing them in a kiss so deep, their teeth collided.
Her nipples scraped his chest as she strained up against him, her tongue lashing back at his as she clung to his hands. The heat from her lush curves emanated upward, searing his body, making his cock tighten and swell until he needed her to touch him. Needed it like he needed to breathe.
“Touch me,” he grated out, letting her hands go.
Martine did as he requested, her soft palms skimming his chest, making his nipples pucker, grazing his arms, rolling over his back, sending waves of heat along his spine.
When she reached between his legs, he hissed his pleasure, fought a yelp of satisfaction as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
Derrick bucked with a groan, driving into the tunnel she’d created with her hands as his mouth devoured hers. She urged him up the bed by bracing her hands on his hips, tilting her head to lock eyes with him until his cock neared her mouth.
Christ, she was beautiful, unashamed of her desire, wanton green eyes staring up at him, her hair splayed around her shoulders. Martine licked her lips before she took him into her mouth with an agonizingly slow, deliberate slide of her tongue.
He clenched his teeth to keep the roar in his throat from erupting as she bathed him with her wet, warm tongue. Her hands found his balls, tight with need, and cupped them, rolled them gently as she rode his cock with her mouth. His legs tensed and his hips thrust to meet the bob of her head as she took him deeper and deeper. Derrick drove into her mouth, his cock burning with untapped desire, thick and hot, fighting not to come.
The picture she made as she pleasured him almost drove him as insane as her tongue, and he had to pull from her mouth, wincing at the cool air on his wet shaft. He could have stayed in her mouth forever, but she had places he wanted to explore with his lips and tongue and he couldn’t hold out much longer, with the kind of mind-blowing skill she possessed.