Perfect Fit (Serendipity's Finest 1)

Mike didn’t reply. There wasn’t anything he could say to reassure her. Sometimes life sucked and you had to make the best of it and go on. They finished eating in silence.

Cara crumpled her napkin and leaned back against the sofa with a loud sigh. “I am so going to have to work this off tomorrow.”

His gaze traveled from her still-crossed legs to her full breasts, watching as her nipples hardened beneath his hungry stare, before he met her gaze.

“Why not work it off tonight instead?” he asked.

At his suggestion, her eyes darkened to a deep blue color. “How about dessert instead?” she asked coyly.

Before he could reply, she’d unfolded her legs and stood. “Lose the sweats,” she said, hands perched on her hips as she gave him an order.

This was a new Cara. She usually let him call the shots, but now she was in charge and damn, it was hot.

His lips twitched as he tried not to grin. “I thought you didn’t want to eat naked.”

“What I want to eat now I can’t enjoy unless you’re naked.” She impatiently tapped her bare foot against the rug. “Well? You’re wasting time. Lose. The. Pants.”

Mike’s breath escaped on a whoosh of air. All the blood in his body traveled south immediately.

He rose and dropped his sweats to the floor. Dazed by the loss of blood to his head, when she pushed his shoulders, he easily fell onto the couch and Cara lowered herself to the floor beside him. She edged between his thighs. Then she grasped his erection, wrapping her smaller hand around his aching shaft. Slowly, she drew her palm up and down, up and down, mimicking sex, pulling him in deeper. And when she covered the head with her thumb, rubbing moisture over the top, sensation shot straight to his balls.

He groaned and fell back against the cushion. He barely caught his breath when she slid his erection into her mouth, enclosing him in rich, moist heat. He had to see, to watch. Forcing his eyes open, he looked down to see her run her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. He threaded his hand through her hair, absorbing the silken feel, the shallow movements of her head as she licked him, tasted him. Each time she reached the top, she paused to suck at the crown before drawing him in deeper once more.

Her wet mouth and the friction of her hand built sensation on sensation. He couldn’t not move. Couldn’t take it and began pumping his hips upward, thrusting himself against the back of her throat. She managed to keep up and soon he was boiling, ready to explode. But he wasn’t about to come alone.

He tapped the side of her cheek with his hand and she released him with a slow, teasing withdrawal that had him shaking in his seat. She glanced up at him with wide eyes, glazed with desire. No doubt she’d enjoyed the giving, and that more than anything fired him up.

“Get over here,” he said on a low growl.

To his surprise, she didn’t argue. She levered herself up to the couch. With one swift pull, he tore off her underwear and tossed it to the floor.

“That’s the only pair I have here!”

“We’ll figure something out later. Now come.” He patted his thighs.

She raised an eyebrow. “Condom, Mike.” Her voice sizzled with the same heat he was feeling.

“Shit.” He never forgot protection. Not knowing how he was conceived, the position pregnancy had left his mother in. The bedroom felt like it was miles away.

“But I’m on the pill,” Cara said, so quietly he almost hadn’t heard.

Relief rushed through him.

“I’m safe,” he promised her.

Her eyes lit up at his meaning.

“Me too. There’s been no one since y—”

He didn’t want to hear the end of the sentence, so he lifted her by the waist and brought her over his lap as she grabbed his shaft, placing it at her opening. Even with the light connection, he knew she was wet. Ready. Probably aching, he thought, just as he was.

Once she’d positioned her knees on either side of his thighs, he released her hips and thrust up at the same time she slammed down onto him.

“Oh God,” she moaned, the sound seeming to tear from deep inside her.

He knew what she meant. He felt her everywhere. “Ride me, baby.”

Her eyelids flew open. “Don’t call me—”