Walk the Line (Man of the Month 12)

"Brent! Oh, God, yes, Brent. Please. Come with me. Come with me now."

He felt the tremors run through her body along with the tightening of her core, the rhythmic spasms that milked him, taking him all the way over the edge with her, until they both shattered, their bodies breaking apart to join the stars, then burning bright before falling slowly, gently back to earth.

He drew in a deep breath, his body limp and spent. But as he drew her close and breathed her scent, he felt the tremors of awareness begin. His body coming back to life. "God, what you do to me," he murmured, reaching around so that he could stroke her as well.

"Looks like you do the same to me," she said, then rolled over and moved him onto his back before straddling him. "I want to go again," she said with a mischievous smile. "And this time I want to ride you."

She got her wish. Two times, actually, which was a damn miracle considering the intensity of their lovemaking. But he was spent now, exhausted with sleep pressing down around him.

This was the point when he usually told a woman it was time to go home. But that's not what he said to Elena. Instead, he pulled her close. And all he said was, "Stay."

And, thank God, she did.

Chapter Ten

Somehow his request that she stay on Sunday night had expanded all the way to Tuesday--or, technically, to Wednesday morning, as it was now four in the morning, and she was curled up naked and satisfied next to Brent, who was idly stroking her bare breast with his fingertip.

"Careful," she teased. "You're going to get me all worked up again."

"Wouldn't do you any good," he said. "I think you've broken me."

She laughed, then lightly bit his chest. "That's what I get for sleeping with an older man. No stamina, and--aaah!"

The last came out as a strangled squeal when he flipped her over with one quick move, then straddled her, closing his mouth over hers to silence her surprised cry before Faith heard them. But that utilitarian kiss turned immediately wild and deep, and she writhed beneath him as he reached between them, his fingers finding her wet and slippery.

"Never challenge a competitive man," he whispered as he shifted over her body, then slowly entered her.

"I don't know," she managed, the words breathy as her body opened to him, her hips moving in time with his. "I kind of like the consequences."

He laughed, but the sound quickly died as the heat between them built. They clung together, moving slowly at first, then faster as their grip on control faded. She arched up, feeling her body break apart, then clamped her mouth shut and swallowed the scream of ecstasy as a fast, bone-shattering orgasm ripped through her, leaving her breathless and limp, and one-hundred percent convinced that challenging Brent was now her new favorite pastime.

"Careful or you'll kill me," he said when she told him so moments later when he was beside her again, holding her close.

"Can't have that." She rolled over to face him, then sighed with pleasure. "I really should go," she finally said. "I know Faith is wondering why you haven't let her in here before taking her to school the last two days. And as much as I'm enjoying every moment of this, I'm getting shockingly little of my school work done."

"Are you saying I'm a bad influence?"

"The worst," she said, then laughed when he smiled.

"I like the sound of that."

"Ha." She started to slip out of bed, but he took her wrist. "Brent, I'm flattered, but I pay a lot in tuition. I really do have to get my money's worth."

"Not disagreeing. But why don't you come to the bar tonight? It's the Man of the Month contest. Mr. November. We'll have to keep up the just-friends pretense, but it would be nice to see you there. And I'm sure Tyree would love to run his ideas for getting involved in the historical awareness campaign by you."

She sat up, the sheet pulled up over her breasts, which was silly as he'd seen, tasted, and touched every single part of her, with particular emphasis on her breasts. "That sounds like fun. I haven't been to The Fix in days. But unless I pulled a Rip Van Winkle and slept through a decade or so, Faith isn't old enough to stay by herself."

"Which is why she's sleeping over at Kyla's tonight."

"On a school night?"

"Teacher work days tomorrow and Friday, so the kids have holidays. Which means that tonight we have the house t

o ourselves."

"Oh. Oh." She tossed him a grin, then released a sigh that she hoped sounded suitably exasperated. "Well, I guess that sounds like a good plan."

"Guess? Hmm. Maybe I should give you more of a rundown of the evening's plan. In case you hadn't noticed, we've been spending most of our time behind a locked door. And tonight, we have the whole house."