The Guy on the Right (The Underdogs 1)

“Sometimes impulse is good,” he says huskily with clear insinuation.

“You’re ridiculous,” I sigh as I try and fail to brush more dirt away from his hairline until I’m forced to give up. “We both need a shower, badly.”

The side of his mouth hitches. “Then we better get to it before the rigor mortis sets in.”

“How romantic. I’m the proud owner of two insane beasts.”

Shaking my head, I lead him into my bathroom. He doesn’t move when I begin to strip and has no shame at all as he crosses his arms at the door while carefully following my every movement.

“You comin’ in with your clothes?” I ask, pushing down my cutoffs.

“Nope.”

Unhooking my bra, I smile in his direction and let it fall away. His eyes flare as I finger the sides of my panties.

“What are you doing, Houseman?”

It’s the first time I’ve been consciously aware of being completely naked in front of a man in years, and I love it. It’s his stare, the way he appreciates me, compliments me without uttering a single word. His curiosity is sexy as hell as is his needful expression.

“Theo?”

In front of him now, I look up at him through my lashes. He unhooks his arms and slowly, so slowly, slides warm hands down my sides before gripping my ass. It’s all I can do to keep from moaning.

Eyes full of amber fire, his lips part as I hang on a breath. “You’re so…”

“So?”

He leans in and nips the shell of my ear. “Beautiful, crazy, unusual, perfect…alive.”

“All I heard was crazy.”

“Of course you did,” he says before biting down on my shoulder and pulling me against his erection. “Did I say it the right way?”

“You’re drunk.”

“So, take advantage of me,” he murmurs, manipulating me into a puddle in his arms. He turns me to face the mirror and captures both my hands behind my back, holding them tight. He bites my neck again and again as my clit pulses between my thighs.

“Theo?” I barely recognize my own voice. I’m so turned on, in tune with his reaction to me, to the way my body responds to him. He pushes his boxer shorts down with one sweeping movement, and I can feel his girth at the top of my back. We’re just standing there, staring, admiring. He pins me to the counter with his thighs, intent on his seduction as I moan in response and then he’s inside me in one swift thrust. I scream out in welcome as he holds me close to his chest, never breaking the contact as he rides me, our eyes locked.

“Oh God.”

He bites his lip, sinking in again, and again, taking his time, as he uses the hand he’s not binding me to him with to massage my breasts, weighing them in his hands, brushing deft thumbs over my nipples. Groaning, he slides a hand down my chest, past my waist until his fingers meet his cock sliding along my center in time with his thrusts. I go feral, thrashing in his hold, but he only presses me lower, so that I’m bent and taking more of him. He pistons, losing some of his control when he fully fills me and both our mouths part. And then I’m set free as he drives. Braced against the counter my nipples grazing the cold surface as he thrusts like a madman and we both start calling out to the other with praise and affection.

“Yes,” he murmurs, “this is what I’ve been looking for,” he grunts out as he presses tongue-filled kisses on my back. “For you, Laney,” he growls as he rears back and thrusts in hard.

“Theo!” I cry out hoarsely as he rubs my center with his middle finger stroking me expertly while my legs begin to shake. He cups my mouth and draws me back to him as I detonate, my whole body shaking with the weight of my orgasm as he slows his pace, his fingers working methodically at my clit and making it last a small eternity.

Tears of euphoric orgasm streak my cheeks while I go slack against him. He caresses me everywhere, keeping us connected as he murmurs to me.

“I love watching that.” Fingers tangle in my hair, and he pulls at the fistful he has and sinks his teeth in my flesh just before he pulses inside of me with his release, his face twisted in a sexy grimace. When he comes down, I turn in his arms and capture his lips. Surprised by what’s behind my kiss, he matches it, kissing me back just as aggressively. I rip my lips away and look up at him with narrowed eyes.

“Look, I’m going to have to call bullshit.”

He frowns. “On what?”

I start the shower and test the temperature of the water before we both step into the tub under the spray.

“Seriously, Theo?” I say wetting my hair and turning to give him access to the shower head. “You want to tell me where you learned all that?”