The Schemer (Harbor City 3)

On the next breath, her lips were on him. His back. His shoulders. Part of his neck that he’d never given two thoughts to before. Then, when his dick was in a mixed state of misery at not being touched and ecstasy because of the anticipation, she brought her body flush against his back, reached around, and encircled his dick with her hand. With one hand stroking his cock and the other roaming his body, touching and teasing him, he was skating on the brink and there was no way he was coming without being deep inside her.

“Enough.” It came out more as a growl than a word, but she got his message.

And when he whirled around and spun her so they traded places and she stood between him and the island, she looked at him with lust-filled eyes and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth.

“You know what I want,” he said.

“You’re so demanding.”

“You have no fucking idea. Turn around.”

She did—slowly, degree by degree—and then lifted herself up on her tiptoes, her legs spread wide, and bent over the island. Jesus. It was almost enough to make him come on the spot. She looked fucking beautiful. She was beautiful and confident and so willing to play the games that he loved because she loved them, too. That little upstairs neighbor/downstairs neighbor war of theirs had been foreplay that had led them to the other night in the parking garage and today.

“Don’t make me wait, 2B.”

Smart-ass. He smacked her on the butt. “Patience, sugar.”

But he wasn’t patient anymore, either. He lined himself up with her wet welcome and slid in without preamble, going at her as steadily as he could, considering every instinct in him was screaming for him to fuck her hard and fast, make her his. God, she was tight. Not giving in to the urge to drive forward was killing him, but he wanted to savor the curve of her spine, the lift of her hips as she rose to meet him, and the soft sigh of a moan when he finally sank balls-deep into her.

If he was a better man, he would have stayed there longer, drawn it out, but she did this figure-eight thing with her hips and he was lost. Keeping one hand clamped onto her hip, he reached forward with the other and rolled her hard nipple between two fingers, pulling the peak just enough to make her gasp with pleasure. Releasing her nipple, he grabbed her chin and quickly turned her face to the side so he could capture her lips. He plunged his tongue inside her sweet mouth, tasting her like that while he was buried inside her, his cock aching for release. Letting her go, he reached between them, brushing his fingers across her swollen clit. She bucked in response, her walls tightening around him.

“Yeah, that’s it, sugar.” He circled her clit with his middle finger, adding just enough pressure to make her cry out in pleasure. “You’re gonna come again.”

Plunging inside her and withdrawing, he kept his pace steady while increasing the speed and pressure of his finger until she cried out and her spine bowed as she came with his name on her lips. She squeezed him, milked him, and it was too much. There was no holding back now. Grabbing onto her hips, he yanked her back and forth against him in time with each thrust and retreat. It was intense and fast and borderline rough—but she gave it back just as hard. In and out, he thrust deep inside her, each stroke taking him higher and higher until the pleasure bordered on pain it was so intense. It was so damn good.

“Everly,” he managed to get out right as his climax crashed into him, and he buried himself balls-deep in her and let go.

When he could open his eyes again, he realized he was practically squashing her against the island. Withdrawing, he apologized before slipping off the used condom and tossing it into the garbage.

He watched her carefully as she grabbed her dress from the ground and slipped it on. She wasn’t talking. He didn’t like that. Everly always had a lot to say. It was quiet Everly who was dangerous.

“Everything okay?” he asked, floundering around for something better to say.

“Don’t worry, I’m not freaking out,” she said, turning to look him up and down. “Just trying to figure out if this should happen again.”

“I vote yes.” A million times yes.

She laughed. “I’m so surprised.”

“How about this?” He grabbed his wallet from the kitchen floor and took out his lucky quarter. “How about we flip for it? Heads we keep going like this for just as long as it’s fun. Tails, we walk away, no harm no foul.”

“Only as long as it’s fun?” she asked, strutting over to him.

“Exactly.” Now this was the kind of deal he excelled at. Everyone walked away a winner.

She thought it over for a second and nodded. “Flip.”

He did and just as the coin started to make its downward turn, Everly reached up and snatched it out of the air.

“Heads,” she said without even looking at it.

“That wasn’t a complete coin toss.”

Her only answer was a slight shrug of her shoulders as she turned and walked to the stairs, stopping just long enough to take off her dress again. Finally using that high IQ of his for good, he kept his mouth shut and followed her lead by leaving his shorts and T-shirt on the kitchen floor.

Chapter Nineteen

The sun bouncing off the ocean snuck in through the narrow opening between the hotel room curtains and tried its best to burrow into Helene Carlyle’s brain. A morning person she was not and never had been. She turned away from the window only to encounter a broad back and a head of silver hair snuggled into the pillow next to hers.