She started to slide off the edge of the chair, so she stood, kicking it out of the way. Even the loud crash of metal on tile couldn’t stop the cascade of kisses. She needed him too much. His hand pressed against the back of her head; his fingers nearly as active as his tongue. As she moved to wrap her arms around his neck, he stood. She should have worn heels instead of sneakers. He was rather tall.
Her body sizzled everywhere he touched, her hair, her back, her mouth. Each point of contact sent a new flash of heat through her body before taking refuge between her legs.
His hair must have been cut with a razor at the nape of his neck. It was too short to plunge her fingers into and yet she couldn’t stop stroking the soft velvet. Perhaps it was the way he responded, like a cat arching its back for a pet. He craved the contact as much as she did.
She slipped one arm around his waist. He trailed kisses across her cheek before suckling her ear lobe with his tongue. Her body became limp spaghetti as she gave herself over to the pleasure. If he weren’t holding her, she’d fall.
Suddenly, they were moving. Her foot crunched something as he guided her backward, his legs nudging hers. His hard length pressed against her abdomen as their bodies ground together. She gasped as his fingers pushed up her shirt, finding the bare skin of her back. She needed his flesh pressing against hers. She tugged at his shirt, wanting him more urgently than seemed decent.
Hips gyrating to an unheard music, he guided her around furniture until he moved backward. She sensed his muscles preparing to sit. Through her half-closed eyes, she noticed the couch in the front room. She composed herself needing to express a coherent thought, if not a sentence. She pushed back, trying to form words.
“No good. Sheer curtains. Neighbors.”
“Upstairs.” He was as out of breath as she was, and this pleased her.
She wasn’t sure how it happened but by the time they reached the top step his pants were unbuttoned, and her tank top had disappeared. He swooped her into his arms, their lips constantly exploring each other. He tasted better than dinner.
They collapsed onto a bed. She tugged frantically at his shirt, nearly getting caught in it as she whipped it over his head. He left a trail of hungry wet kisses down her throat, between the valley of her breasts and across her belly as he worked the buttons of her jeans. Once again, a conscious thought pushed its way through her pleasure.
“Jacket pocket. Condoms.”
“Nightstand.”
She lifted her hips as she reached for the unopened box. Cool air surrounded her newly exposed flesh. She ripped at the carton with one hand. Warmth returned as James covered her with his body before meeting her mouth with his. Sighing at the pleasurable return of his mouth to hers, she dropped the box, spilling its contents everywhere.
Her fingers gripped his muscular back as his kisses worked lower, across her jawbone. His hands slid across her hips. He understood what she wanted, what she needed from him. His breath, hot and moist tickled her ear.
“You make me so hot, Claire. I want to make you glad you came over.” His fingers teased the curls between her legs, making her moan. “I want...”
The man had her in agony. They could talk later, but her need for him was too great now. “I want you, inside me now.”
Pulling back, his lips curled into a smirk. “You bossy vixen.”
Instead of reaching for one of the packages littering the bed, he moved his hand a little lower, finding her pleasure spot. In seconds, he had her soaring. Her mind somewhere else as her body gave over to pure pleasure.
She heard his warm hearty laugh. Grabbing one of the packs near her hand, she threw it at him. She wanted him to share this crazy ride with her. The man was so fast sheathing himself, she barely caught a peek before he rolled atop her.
“You sure?”
Her hand made a satisfying smack against his ass. “Get in.” He plunged his hard length into her welcoming body.
“Yeeessss.” Their bodies rocked in urgent unison. Their mating was frantic, but there would be, she anticipated, other opportunities. Whatever this spark was between them, he seemed to be experiencing the same overwhelming lust. Golden flecks glittered in his brown eyes. She couldn’t look away. Nothing else mattered.
His breathing grew erratic. He lowered himself so close, lips almost but not quite touched. He held her gaze, eyes a whirl of unreadable emotions. His body shuddered. He gasped as he found his release. She clung to him. An unfamiliar sense of pride swept through her. She did this to him; she helped him escape the drudgery of the world if only for a moment.
Stretching himself out beside her, he draped on arm around her waist as he propped himself up with the other. He looked satisfied, but not sated. She knew the feeling.
“That was fun.” He rumbled.
She nodded her agreement, afraid words wouldn’t come.
“But...”
Her heart clenched. There was always a ‘but.’ Usually proceeded by ‘that was nice, but...’ So much for having some fun, or even a boyfriend until he left town.
He tilted his head toward her, but she tried to focus on the ceiling. His actions confusing the words she knew would come next.
“Once wasn’t enough. That was so fast, I didn’t get a chance to find out if you have a tattoo.”
Turning to him, half in surprise, she kissed him, long and hot and slow. When she came up for air, she issued whispered a challenge in his ear. “I have three, but one is well
