Yeah, right. He’d let her have her way, but soon enough, it would be his turn. Just like the last couple of times. He’d take her with every ounce of energy he had and wrap her up until sunrise. Then maybe she’d talk to him more. Open up.
Jesus. He never thought he’d see the day when he’d actually want to know a woman again. But there she was, perfection on her knees, like some offering he damn sure didn’t deserve.
To hell with what he deserved. This was all about what he needed.
She leaned in, her mouth hovering over his chest—
“Wait,” he said. He cupped her face and looked down at her. “I have a confession to make, too.” It sounded kind of silly in his head, but he went with it. “I love how your skin feels against mine.”
She stared at him for a moment. A long fucking moment. So long that he felt like an idiot for saying that out loud. Before he could take it back, she pulled her tank top over her head, then unclasped her bra and tossed both to the floor. And good goddamn, he forgot how to breathe.
“Better?” she asked.
He nodded dumbly, staring down at the most beautiful skin and perfect set of breasts he’d ever seen. Every time with her felt like the first time, each experience a new delight that promised to never get old. Everything with her went beyond simple, quick, and easy.
One thing was for certain: He wanted more. Eventually, they’d have to say their goodbyes. But for tonight? He’d make sure the woman in his arms remembered him when they both walked away.
She leaned in again, and her bare breasts skated across his torso as she slid up his body to deliver kisses on his neck. Christ, it felt good. That’s what he’d wanted. To feel her against him. Slow and soft.
Yep, the woman made him fucking shiver.
She licked and kissed her way down his torso, then paused and smiled up at him when she reached his belt. Then she dipped her head. Huck couldn’t see what she was doing, but he felt her mouth, her tongue, her teeth. The clank of metal and…
“Holy shit,” he said, looking down.
She sat up, and he saw that she’d unhooked his belt and popped the fly of his jeans open all with her mouth. Awe didn’t describe what rushed through him.
She tugged his pants low on his hips so that his cock sprang free, then took him in hand and looked up at him.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” she rasped.
It was then all the pieces came together. This was a chance for her to be vulnerable, and instead of finding a way for them to merge their desires, she was asking him what he wanted. Like her own desires didn’t matter.
She’d probably never been in a situation where she’d been taken care of. Where someone had placed as much importance on her pleasure as his own.
No wonder she was so reluctant to sleep with someone a second time. It was like she felt afraid that she had to take what she could get the first time and be grateful she’d gotten anything at all.
He would fix that for tonight. Because while he had his own reasons for staying out of real relationships, when it came to the bedroom, he gave a woman nothing short of total satisfaction. If he couldn’t offer her intimacy, by god, he would offer her pleasure.
Autumn had given him a run for his money, but he finally understood, and was more than happy to read between the lines and give her what she needed.
He steeled himself for the role he was born to play. Threading his fingers through her hair, he looked down at her and said, “I want you to fuck my cock with that sweet mouth of yours and don’t stop until I say.”
Fire lit behind her eyes. Hot and wild and perfect.
“Okay,” she whispered, and he heard a hint of happiness in her voice. Yeah, his Autumn liked a strong man matching her will.
“But,” he said, cupping the underside of her chin. “I want to taste you at the same time.”
He slid from the chair to his knees, but didn’t stop there. He moved to lie on his back, the carpet pressing against his shoulders. She looked at him with surprise, like she couldn’t believe what he was offering.
There was no way he’d get so caught up in relationship that he’d let himself think about being the man who gave this kind of thing to her on a permanent basis. It wasn’t just that she was leaving soon—he’d vowed never to let himself be in such a compromising position again.
But for tonight? Everything about her called to him. She needed someone to take her over, and she’d inspired in him the lust to fulfill her fantasy.
She stared at his cock, pulled his pants down a little lower, leaned in and—
“Hey now,” he said. “I want to know exactly what you’re intending on doing with that mouth, honey. But first you need to take off your panties.”