Unwrapped

“You’re mean.”

“He’s. A. Moron.” He punctuated every word with a thrust, swiveling his hips so the angle was a little different each time.

She gasped at the renewed need spiraling through her belly, pounding in her clit. “So deep,” she whispered. “So good.”

“Wanna feel it, baby,” he said against her cheek, his movements increasingly more rough. “Can’t hold on.” He scraped his finger over her swollen flesh. “There we go. Oh yeah.”

“I’m coming,” she managed, crying out.

Shudders racked her body, and all she could do was dig her fingers into his shoulders. The ecstasy seemed to go on forever, extended by the continual strokes of his cock. He didn’t stop. She panted his name over and over, writhing beneath him.

He finally groaned through his own climax, the muscles in his arms flexing while he drove himself to the limit inside her. She moaned, loving the way he gave himself over to his release.

“Oh shit, baby, you’re…” He didn’t finish the statement, instead burying his face in the curve of her shoulder as his body melted into hers.

Still wheezing herself, Cait undid the little band around his honey blond hair and tossed it aside. She threaded her fingers through the ends, smiling when the firelight gave him a halo he so didn’t deserve.

“Can I cut your hair?” she murmured when she could speak again.

His laughter rumbled through his chest. He shifted slightly to look down at her, but he didn’t pull free from her body. Instead he cuddled closer. “You just rocked my world, and now you want to maim me?”

With a contented sigh, she turned her cheek against his. “Make you a deal,” she said impishly.

“Hmm?”

“I cut your hair, you get to shave me.”

His eyebrow winged up as he lifted his head. “You’ve got a deal.” He trailed his fingertips over the soft thatch of curls above where they were still connected. “Never figured you’d still be natural. Since you love the damn salon so much.”

She wrinkled her nose. “They don’t do Brazilians there. And there’s no way I’m having some stranger wax my pussy.”

She only stumbled over pussy a little. Must be she was already shedding her prude skin.

“Ah, Caity. You’re—”

The door opened, and they both turned their heads to look at Tristan, who was already staring at them. As if he’d expected the scene he’d stumbled in on. As if he’d been watching it.

Cait’s gaze shot to the window beside the door, and she swallowed. He had been watching, she just knew it. “Welcome back,” she said quietly.

Tristan opened his mouth to respond, but his cell phone went off before he could. He paced toward the tree and answered in a low voice, turning his back on them.

“What the hell time is it?” she asked. “He’s never off the damn clock.”

“Twelve thirty,” Matt confirmed, glancing at the clock above the fireplace. “Must be Abe. He freaks out every Friday night. He knows no one else would listen to his bitching this late.”

Friday night again. She swallowed, thinking of last Friday. The night that had changed her life forever. “He’s expecting a proof of those designs first thing Monday,” she said instead of the much more pressing worries threatening to spill from her lips. “We’ll have to—”

Matt covered her mouth with his fingertip. “You’re giving us the weekend. And Sunday’s your birthday. We have presents. And cake.” He grinned and finally left her body, wincing. “Shit. Coulda stayed in there all night.”

She laughed as he pulled off the condom. Aches were already appearing in interesting places. “I’ll make you feel better,” she promised, waiting until he settled beside her again to rise to her knees and bend her head to his lap. She let the long ends of her hair trail over his abs, his tensed thighs, between his legs. The contrast of her hair against his golden skin turned her on. Hell, everything did. She licked his flagging cock, the spent traces of his release making her belly tremble.

Since when had she become such a horndog?

“I know you will. If I can get it up again. Then again…” He trailed off as it became glaringly obvious he already was up. And gaining fast.

“That’s my boy,” she said, cupping his sac in her palm. She touched him gently, trying to pretend part of her wasn’t acutely aware of Tristan pacing back and forth in front of the window as he talked Abe off yet another ledge. “I loved having you come in my mouth.”

His lips quirked. “Worked for me too.”