He was being quiet about it. The soft plop of a coffee pot being placed onto the wood stove. The slow opening and closing of the cutlery drawer. The creak of the cupboard door opening where she kept her mugs and plates. The man was hungry, Teyla thought as she smiled into the darkness.
Just then, her stomach grumbled. Her smile widened. Obviously she was hungry, too. Come to think of it, she felt famished.
Climbing off the bed, she slipped the negligee over her breasts and did up the buttons. Grabbing her robe off the bedpost, she wrapped the soft pink terrycloth cocoon around her before tiptoeing across the wood plank floor to hesitate in the slightly open doorway.
Maybe she should just stay in bed? He could join her. He could make love to her again.
Teyla linked. Make love? God, had she totally lost her marbles? She was a sex object to him. Nothing more. And she needed to make sure he had half the money up front, as agreed. Yeah, sure, it was a little late in checking, but hey, he’d been damned good in bed, nicely distracting from the norm. She should be paying him. She stifled a giggle at that thought.
“Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?” His deep voice echoed into the bedroom, making her tense and her cheeks flame with instant heat. Shit! He’d heard her.
“Um, sure. Just give me a minute.” To get my red, irritatingly blushing cheeks under control, she added silently.
“How do you take it?” he called again.
“Black.” Considering sugar and cream were in extremely short supply, she would leave what little she had for her guest. “Sugar is in the canister on the table and some cream is in the jar on the east windowsill.”
She didn’t hear him move, so she figured he took his coffee black as well. Placing her palms against her warm cheeks, she willed them to cool, ordered herself to calm down. Taking deep, steadying breaths, she finally managed to regain a semblance of control. Well, she may as well go out there and make the man some supper. Maybe he’d thank her with another scorching session of sex? Teyla rolled her eyes and chastised herself for thinking that way. He would take her because he wanted to, not because he was thankful for a good meal.
Making sure the sash on her robe was nice and tight, she self-consciously clutched the lapels around her throat and stepped out of the bedroom into the adjoining kitchen. The buttery glow from an oil lamp on a nearby shelf splashed over him. He sat at the table, facing her. He wore only his jeans, and as she entered the room, he smiled, making her tummy do some really nice flip-flops. When she spotted a couple of cute dimples pop out on each of his cheeks, she almost moaned out loud from the erotic jolt slamming through her.
Gosh, he really did look hot!
He seemed genuinely glad to see her.
“Great coffee,” he said as he poured some into another mug he had sitting near him on the table. Her gaze latched onto his long fingers, and she shivered as she remembered how intensely he thrust them into her vagina.
“Come, stand over here,” he said. She noticed his look suddenly seemed glazed with heat. Trembling with an odd sense of anticipation, she went to him. She swallowed as he reached out and pulled on her robe sash. It fell open.
“You won’t need this,” he whispered and slipped the robe off her shoulders. He let it drop with a whisper.
“Or this.” He began unbuttoning those dainty buttons on her negligee. His fingers fumbled from not being used to such a delicate task. Despite that, he did it in record time. He lowered the negligee over her shoulders, past her elbows, and cool air touched her breasts as they spilled free for him to see.
He inhaled softly as he studied them. They felt so unbelievably heavy, and she ached for him to touch her.
“I guess you figured out I’m a breast man.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Oh, her cheeks were warming up again as he stared at her breasts. She noticed there was a breathless tone to her voice, too. A throaty tone she’d never heard before, let alone had known existed.
“Yeah. Yours are perfect.”
His grin widened and spirals of something unnamable shot through her. His gaze made her feel jittery and feverish at the same time. In a good way.
“Why no guy has taken you for himself is just unbelievable,” he burst out and just kept staring.
Her brain told her not to get sucked in by his kind words. Clients said all kinds of things in the heat of action. In most cases, they were fantasizing about a woman in their own life. Women who had died in their own lives, or women they couldn’t have, or girlfriends who didn’t want to do anal or oral or wouldn’t put out when they wanted.
She knew she was second choice. Didn’t have a problem with that. At least not until now.
She wondered who Logan was fantasizing about as he gazed at her breasts. Wondered who he envisioned he was touching as he reached out both his hands and feather-brushed her nipples until they grew so hard, she almost had to clench her teeth from the agony of wanting them in his mouth. She inhaled with the delightful sensations, the erotic thoughts. Her heart hammered as he pushed back his chair and stood, his fingers leaving her nipples.
He gripped her chin with his hand and tilted her head upward. She knew she was reading way too much into the awesome quiver rippling through her as she saw the sparkle of appreciation shining in his dark eyes. Despite trying not to melt against him, she couldn’t help but do just that. She pushed her lower half against his torso, feeling the magnificent bulge of his cock press against her panty, the only thing she was left wearing.
In response, he gyrated his hips against her, the hard knot of his erection pressing firmly against her lower abdomen. She moaned softly at the surprisingly beautiful feelings zipping through her and moaned again as he lowered his mouth upon hers. Before his lips touched hers, she smelled coffee and then tasted it as his mouth powered over hers, making her legs go weak and all her nerve endings stand to attention. Gosh, the man knew how to kiss. His lips were firm and demanding, encouraging every inch of her to become aware of him. She gasped as a flare of need snapped through her pussy. Before she could stop herself from physically and emotionally falling into the sensual abyss of pleasure, she was already curling her arms around his neck and pushing wantonly against him.
His lips demanded and took her breath away, made her mindless. His sexy scent filled her nostrils, teasing her senses and snapping a wild fire deep inside her pussy. When he forced his way past her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth, exquisite shivers rushed through her, all the way down to her toes.
His tongue twisted with hers. Touched. Mated. Worked dark magic as his lips made love to her mouth, leaving her dazed and overwhelmed with erotic sensations. Abruptly, he broke the kiss, and she cried out when her feet suddenly left the floor and he was lifting her by her waist, placing her ass-first onto the kitchen table. Sliding his warm hands between her knees, he opened her legs to him. She moaned as a finger slid into the opening of her panty and into her wet vagina. The onslaught of sensations from his penetration made her wonderfully off-balance. She reached out and grabbed hold of a solid pair of shoulders.
“Say my name,” he whispered as she panted.
“Logan,” she breathed, loving the way his name rolled out of her mouth. Loving the intense way he studied her and the erotic way he withdrew his finger and thrust two into her pussy, this time with his knuckles massaging her clit as he slipped in, making want pound through every inch of her.
“Again,” he commanded in a thick voice. “Logan.”
Her slick vagina clenched around his finger. She loved being impaled in this way, enjoyed the sensations exploding inside her every time he entered.
He kept pumping, this time with three fingers, and leaned over, his head dipping, his succulent mouth latching onto her left nipple. Teeth tormented her tender bud as his fingers seduced her pussy. She gasped as an orgasm began to build. Closed her eyes to allow the climax to embrace her.
As if sensing she was nearing her climax, he let go of her nipple, withdrew his fingers. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her off the table, her knees almost buckling as she stood in front of him.
The sound of foil crinkling had her looking down as he ripped open a package. From the corner of her eye, she noticed on the table, beside his coffee mug, several condoms that he must have slipped out of the package in her room. She also saw the feed bag and money peeking out. She hadn’t noticed them when she’d come in. Why hadn’t
