Except she didn’t realize it right away.
It took her not one, but halfway into a second movie starring Keanu Reeves to realize that she’d spent her night with one incredibly sexy, tall, dark, and brooding loner with an air of hurt around him…to avoid knocking on the door of another man with damn similar traits.
“That wasn’t even subtle, id,” she said as she pushed her computer off her lap and onto the mattress—paused at a scene where Keanu went down on his sorta love interest like a man who’d skipped way too many meals.
Which had Tara remembering that Jesse had looked the same freaking way. Big shoulders spreading her thighs wide. Hands holding her down. Mouth ravenous against her skin. Dark eyes absolutely alive with lust.
Jesus. And now she was sweating and horny—not necessarily in that order. And the object of her lust was way, way too close. As in, just on the other side of the wall right behind her headboard. Where he needed to stay.
Because she was mad at him. And they were co-workers now. Annnd awkwardness.
Well, she wasn’t really mad at him anymore. The day spent on the Going Deep, hands and mind at work, had helped. A lot. Because he was on her team now, and he was a hard worker, more than competent and conscientious, too. She respected all of that. So she’d determined to let everything he’d said go. Not for his benefit, but for hers. Having nearly died, she didn’t want to make time in her life for anger and resentment. By the time dinner had ended, Tara had felt like the weirdness was finally dissipating between them.
At least, it had been until fate had made them wall-sharing neighbors. Thanks for nothing, Holiday Inn.
Huffing, she pushed out of bed, went to the bathroom, and performed her nighttime routine, hoping it would chill out her libido. Except, nope. Toothbrushing versus horniness—no surprise, but horny won.
Tara doublechecked the locks on the door and shut out all the lamps, leaving her laptop to cast the only light in the room. She slipped between the sheets and reached to close it. Oh, she’d just watch the oral sex scene one more time.
Da-amn, Keanu.
Yeah, okay, that didn’t help her situation at all.
Crap, Mama needs some porn.
She put the name of her favorite site into the navigation bar, and soon a po
rnucopia of sex acts filled her screen. She scrolled through a few pages and then finally succumbed to searching: up against a wall.
By this point, she was totally judging herself, but some things couldn’t be helped.
And then, oh baby, she found one that looked perfect. Dark-haired man. Woman with long brown hair. Up against a wall.
Tara went to click play and then it occurred to her.
Shared. Wall.
Yikes. Right.
On a grimace, she made a dash for her earbuds, and then she was back in bed again, hand roaming over her body as her eyes drank in the unfolding scene.
It started with the couple making out against the wall just inside their house, like they hadn’t been able to get further than the front door before needing each other. They kissed deeply, hungrily, only parting to shed clothes in a messy heap. And then the man put the woman on her knees, her back against the wall, and used her mouth in a way that made it impossible for Tara to resist sliding her fingers between her legs.
She was already wet. The friction of her fingers was so good she had to close her eyes at the sheer pleasure of it. But in her mind’s eye, she saw Jesse there, peering up her body as he ate her out.
Her eyes flashed open again as she tried to force her brain to concentrate on the man and woman on the screen. The man pulled the woman up, ripped her panties, and lifted one of her thighs into the crook of his elbow. And then he guided his cock inside of her, both of them groaning and cursing.
Tara’s fingers moved in harder, faster circles. God, she needed this. Needed him.
She clenched her eyes at the thought, but the couple’s moans made her look again.
The man pulled out and spun the woman to face the wall, and then he grabbed her hips and buried himself deep. The woman cried out so loud it was nearly a scream.
And the scene was so perfectly reminiscent of what’d happened with Jesse, that so did Tara. She slapped her free hand over her mouth as the orgasm wracked through her so hard that she couldn’t stop trembling. Her fingers circled her clit again and again, drawing out the explosive sensations until every one of Tara’s muscles had gone taut and tense.
A full minute later, occasional tremors made her shake like she’d caught a shiver. Her whole body went limp as exhaustion absolutely swamped her. She tugged out her earbuds and closed her laptop. Stumbled in the darkness to use the bathroom again. Collapsed completely satisfied into bed.
Satisfied enough that she could avoid thinking about the fact that just her memory of Jesse Anderson had given her one of the best orgasms of her life.