ausing her pert breasts to bounce, and that’s when he noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her T-shirt. His dick made note of that, as well, and twitched in his pants.
“Nothing today,” she said, releasing a disappointed sigh. “But it’s Sunday, so that’s not unusual. Fingers crossed I hear something this week for one of the positions I’ve already applied for.”
He knew he ought to offer some kind of verbal support, but he was so damn distracted by the hard tips of her nipples poking against the soft cotton fabric of her shirt. This morning, he’d felt them in his palm. Now, he wanted to taste them on his tongue.
Oblivious to his thoughts, she walked past him into the kitchen. “How did golfing with my father go?” she asked, peering into the refrigerator.
As he followed her, his gaze remained on her tight, firm ass, and the undeniable need to be inside of her grew hotter, stronger. “I really don’t want to talk about your father or golf right now, because it will kill the mood.”
She closed the refrigerator without retrieving anything and turned to face him, head tipped to the side. “What mood is that?”
Taking her hips into his hands, he gave her a wicked grin and backed her toward the kitchen table, until the curve of her butt hit the edge. “The mood to fuck you,” he said, not couching his words. “Which has been on my mind since this morning.”
“Yeah?” Her voice was breathless, and excitement lit her eyes as she eagerly pulled his knit shirt from the waistband of the khakis he’d worn for golf, clearly a fan of the idea. “Did you get condoms while you were out?”
He huffed out a laugh as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head so he could feel her hands on his bare skin—and groaned when her fingers started unbuckling his belt and her knuckles grazed his belly. “I was with your father all damn day, and when we were heading home, I finally had to ask him to stop at the drugstore with the excuse that I needed to buy a new cartridge for my razor, because my current one was dull and I wasn’t getting a smooth shave.”
She giggled in amusement as she finished unzipping his fly. “Did he go inside with you?”
“No, thank fucking God.” Grabbing her by the waist, he easily lifted her until she was sitting on the table in front of him. “But I couldn’t walk out with just the condoms, so I kind of added some filler to my purchase.”
She cocked her head curiously. “What kind of filler?”
He reached for the plastic bag and showed her what he’d purchased. Piled on top of the condoms he’d bought was a cartridge for his razor that he really didn’t need, along with a couple of handfuls of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Reese’s Pieces, and peanut butter Snickers. He wanted to make sure that if for some reason her father got a glimpse into the bag, or could see through it, there was more than just ultra ribbed Trojans inside. It was one thing having her parents thinking that he was having sex with their daughter, but flaunting it would be a tad bit awkward.
She rummaged through the contents. “Umm, some of my favorite candy. You’re a man after my own heart. Good camouflage with all the extra stuff, by the way. And wow, a value pack of condoms?” She looked up at him, eyebrows raised in shock. “That’s like thirty-five of them.”
He smirked at her as he dropped the bag onto the chair next to where he was standing so it was still within easy reach. “It’s going to be a busy week and I don’t want to run out.”
“Well, okay then.” She reached out and touched all five fingers to his chest and slowly caressed them down the front of his body, making his abs tighten and his cock throb. “By the way, I told my mom I was going to order in pizza for the two of us for dinner. Is that okay with you?”
Having her all to himself tonight sounded perfect. “More than okay, but right now, the only thing I want to eat is you,” he said, dragging the hem of her shirt up over her head and tossing it to the floor, leaving her upper body bare and her stiff nipples standing at attention. “Starting with your tits as an appetizer and your pussy for the main course. You on board with that?”
Her cheeks flushed at his explicit words, but she nodded enthusiastically, then moaned long and loud when he squeezed her breasts in his hands and pinched the tips with his fingers. “Yes, I’m totally good with that plan.”
Done talking, he dipped his head and pulled a taut nipple into his mouth, laving it with the hot sweep of his tongue, then sucking as much as he could of her breast into his mouth. With a sweet gasp, her hands speared into his hair, her fingers fisting around the strands as his teeth grazed each peak. A string of seductive, impatient sounds rose from her throat, and the need to see her spread out on the bed for him to enjoy and fuck made him release her nipple with a suctioning pop.
He met her desire-laden gaze and anchored his arm around her back, pulling her ass to the very edge of the table and forcing her thighs to spread around his hips. “Grab that box of condoms and wrap your legs around my waist so I can carry you to the bedroom,” he ordered gruffly.
She did as he requested, and with enough Trojans in her hand to keep them busy the rest of the night, she secured her arms around his neck and locked her ankles at the base of his spine as he effortlessly picked her up and headed to the back of the guesthouse. With every step he took, her breasts rubbed against his chest, threatening his ability to think straight. Thank God she still had her shorts on, because feeling her wet flesh sliding against his stomach would have been sheer torture and ultimately his undoing.
She playfully bit his earlobe, her damp breath feathering against his neck. “Mmm, I like your kind of alpha, Honey Bear,” she said in a teasing voice.
He smirked and squeezed the curve of her ass he held in his hands. “Good thing, because tonight, I’m calling the shots.”
She drew her head back just enough that he could see her raised brows. “I think you called the shots this morning, too.”
“When I had you pinned on the bed with my fingers inside you, definitely,” he admitted. “But in the shower, you were a bossy little thing.”
“Bossy?” she repeated incredulously. “I was saving you from being Mr. Noble and resorting to self-love, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember every-fucking-thing, Pixie.” Reaching the bed, he tossed her onto the mattress so she fell in the middle and bounced, then he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes before peeling her shorts and panties down her toned legs and throwing them somewhere over his shoulder.
“No self-love tonight,” he mocked in a lighthearted tone as he moved up onto the bed where she lay beautifully, uninhibitedly naked. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of your tight, hot pussy you won’t know where I end and you begin. And when you can finally breathe again, I intend to make you come so hard you’re going to go fucking wild beneath me, and then I’m going to do it all over again.”
Her mouth went slack at his explicit words, her eyes darkening with anticipation. “This is the kind of alpha that’s been missing from my life,” she said, her voice a soft, sensual tease.
He planned to make sure she forgot every alpha-hole she’d ever dated. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me, baby,” he murmured, helping her along by pressing his palms against her knees, pushing them farther apart to make room for him in between those silky thighs. “I want to see everything, and I want you to feel everything. My mouth . . . my fingers . . . and my thick, aching cock.”